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[brian-visionnn]

One day I'm chilling and then the other I'm a 20 year old stressed floor coordinator

[joannasprose]

CHAPTER ONE

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hi ! I am so glad to share the first chapter of my little series Bite Your Tongue! :) I really do hope everyone enjoys this read,, and it eases your mind even slightly. enjoy :) 💜

content warnings: this chapter contains mentions of self harm, alcohol usage, drug use, and other mature themes. please do not read it any of topics might trigger you. ICYMI — if you’d like to read it on wattpad, for better formatting, and pretty images, my username is joannasprose 💜🗡️ :)))

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THE NIGHT THOSE feelings had arrived unwarranted, had been one full of an array of emotions. Questions danced across your mind in complete silence as you sat by yourself in the dark. Wondering, contemplating—anything that might solve the complexity in which your mind holds.

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ITS A COOLER night than most.

You hadn't been one for it, the unrelenting cold. You run your hands over the exposed skin of your arms, and as you step into the crowded space—almost immediately met with smell of alcohol and artificial air wafting through it; you find yourself regretting the agreement of a night out.

The venue is filled with strangers; some stumbling over their own feet, others stand near the front door—strangers, in which you nearly have push past to get by, and finally, the weird sweaty smell that lingers in the air.

Perhaps it was the alluring feeling of relief, leaving the stress of life tucked beneath bed-covers, and consuming the potions that you knew Dina would concoct. Or maybe it had been her alluring words themselves; that somehow, in some way, had always seemed to persuade you. But the adrenaline, the tiniest bits of excitement that pooled in your mind slowly began to dissipates along with other things—and you find yourself cringing as you nearly bump into everyone around you.

Taking a vacant seat at the bar, in the far corner, you find that your heart is beating as fast as your thoughts. Another senseless night of watching strangers become too drunk to hold themselves up—and another wondering when it would end. And as your foot taps against the floor incessantly, Dina's hand to your shoulder is the only thing that pulls you out of that dissociative state.

"Hey! You made it!" she says, her words spoken loudly over the blaring music, leaning close to your ear, hoping to evade the mix of voices and music that seems to bounce off walls and blend together.

Now, as she takes a seat next to you—turning to her—you meet her eyes, looking over her thick eyelashes.

Dina Woodward always held some kind of edge to her. Whether that was in the way she dressed, the way she held her bluntness between her teeth, or her dark brown hair that fell past her shoulders tonight; all of it was piercing as a snake bite.

Yet she loved the simple things; the movies and books she would often find herself crying to, the vulnerabilities that steadily seemed to resurface. All of it had been put on display amongst the walls of your shared apartment.

"You asked me to come," you say. Dina rolls her eyes before taking a sip from the drink clutched in her hands, and then, "where's Jesse?" You could almost feel the annoyance hanging off her alcohol coated breath. Her frustration was not aimed towards you, but rather, the difficulty of her relationship.

"Wherever he is." She simply says, and this time, she brings the cup to her lips and swallows a mouthful.

You hum in response, settling your hands into your lap and watching as she sets her cup down on the wooden counter. "You want a drink?" She leans in close, nearly shouting in your ear when she does. You shake your head in response, and as she settles back into her seat, she rolls her eyes. "Seriously? I didn't beg you to come so you could stand off in the corner and do nothing."

Shrugging your shoulders, you speak: "Yeah? And if I get shitfaced, who'll drive us home?" You cock a brow, just in time to catch yet another roll of her eyes.

"What? Poor baby can't handle her alcohol?" This time, you're the one to roll eyes when she speaks. You had known Dina since the end of your 8th grade year in middle school—and since then, the two of you had always seemed to stick together like messily placed glitter.

"Shut up," you say, nudging her side playfully.

Suddenly, she perks up. Dina stands from her seat next to now readily getting up to move. "I'll be right back! Gonna do find someone," she says, looking off at whatever's behind you, before directing her attention back to you. "And I'm gonna go get you that drink." Before you could protest, Dina's already left your side, blurring into the sea of people.

You've found that you never enjoyed large gatherings. You never strayed away from them, but you had never indulged in them either. Your eyes skim across the room, watching people packed together as if they were in minimal space converse in undying conversations.

The moment Dina had left out of your sights, and the moment you turned back around towards the wooden counter—that unyielding anxiety had begun to latch on again like a vine infested bush.

You think about spring in your sophomore year of high school; one spent sat on Dina's floor, making shitty posters for her band on canvas using a free trial. That spring, one where it had been so humid, that you could almost find comfort even in its humidity. And you know it's because you'd hadn't met him yet—when he hadn't stuck his dog-teeth into you.

Your foot begins to pick up where it left off, tirelessly bouncing up and down against the floor. That same, grueling anxiety seems as though it begs to take root in your mind.

Terminal was the name of Dina's band. Herself, and two other girls around your age. You'd never met them, far too busy with cognitives of work and your home life to venture and leave. You had yet to see her preform either—not including when she'd play demos and such of what she had been working on.

You've heard them on CDs she would give you, recordings she made, "Why not just use Spotify? Isn't that easier?"  You asked her as she shoved her hand in the deep pits of her bag, searching for a few moments before pulling out the thing and giving it to you.

"Because we're broke as shit." She had replied, and as she lingers bitterly in your mind, you begin to shift in your seat, placing your elbow on the table and resting your head on your hand.

Dina didn't quite fit the 'normal' standard for the music she played. And that alone is what you always admired about her. Surely, her witty and snappy demeanor had made up for it.

Five minutes have gone by now. Five long minutes of no sign of Dina, no text message, and indication on when she would be returning. Pulling your phone from your pocket, holding it close to your face to unlock it—you open the messages between the two of you, now typing away on your phone.

YOU: hey, you okay? where are you?

A few minutes pass—one, two, three, four of them before you get a text back.

DINA: shit, yeah sorry. I'm with Jesse, I didn't mean to leave you I swear. We're talking now I guess

YOU: it's fine. I'm gonna head step out for a little bit. If you need me

DINA: are you okay? I can come back and talk with him later

YOU: Dina, It's fine, seriously it's just kinda hot in here

DINA: okay, text me if you need anything okay?

YOU: okay

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( play Main Theme - soundtrack by Alex G )

Pushing past the mounds of bodies, letting countless of apologies fall from your throat is what annoys you the most. Not the fact that Dina had brought you here, and then promptly left you for Jesse. Irritation, as it had, slips past your barricade, and renders it all useless as you slither through the crowd, stalking towards the sign that read exit, in a bright, red neon.

You don't smoke and yet as you leave the venue, pushing your back harshly against the wall behind you, you found yourself wishing you did. The moon is a sharp blade of silver, keeping the alleyway alight, along with the street light that stands tall at the end of it.

For the first time tonight, you are truly alone. Alone with what haunts you, with your grueling thoughts and what the night has to offer you. Though, that unrecognized ache still curls inside of you. 

Maybe you would have still been alone, if the sound of footsteps weren't thudding against the ground, invading your silence.

You quickly lift your head up, eyes pouring over the stranger who approaches you, hands that had once hung at their sides for a brief moment, now pulled  promptly to either side of their head.

"Sorry," they pause their stride almost immediately, now only standing a few paces away from you. "Didn't mean to scare you or anything." Now, as you get a good look at the stranger—something about them had seemed so familiar as the moon puts their features on displays.

From a short distance, you almost couldn't tell if her hair was black or merely just a dark brown. Her frame is tall, not much taller than your own, but tall enough to vaguely stand over you. Freckles decorate her face like scattered paint, and her eyes are unreadable, they sit between a light green, and yet a much darker one. A Loose pair of blue jeans hug her waist almost perfectly, and on her shoulders, lays a grey flannel, along with a white tank top that displays only a hint of her collar bone.

It's a new angle for you. To see her fully. It clicks when she lowers her hand, when the shadow across her face now promptly falls and you finally get to see her fully.

Now, it's when you notice the scar that adorns her right eyebrow.

After a long moment, she speaks again, "You're Dina's friend, right?" She asks, moving to lean against the wall along with you, though she leaves a lengthy space between the two of you.

You nod hesitantly before speaking, "Yeah," you say, eyes watching closely as she shoves her hands into pants pockets, and then: "Aren't you the guitarist in her band?"

She scoffs, looking over to you with narrowed brows, "'Her band'," she questions, smiling with her teeth now, "it's Dina's band now?" She measures, amusement strung across her features.

"I mean, well, Terminal." You stumble on your words, though you find that the smile she held a moment prior still resides there, unwavering.

"Yeah. I'm in Dina's band. She asked me to come out here to make sure you were alright." Before you know it, shes pulled a hand from the depths of her pocket, holding it out to you, "Ellie Williams, and you, Dina’s friend?"

You roll your eyes, but nonetheless, you place your hand in hers, feeling as her grip tightens slightly around yours. Shockingly, it isn't harsh. You could practically feel the callouses on her fingertips, yet you find that her touch is still soft. Weirdly comforting.

"Y/N." You breath.

She smiles when you look at her, though this time it feels different from the others. More genuine.

Your eyes travel down to her hand, and slowly, they travel up her arm, only momentarily catching the black ink sunken deep into her skin—as well valley of red hidden underneath the sleeves of her flannel before she briskly pulls away.

"I haven't seen you around before," she mutters, her voice suddenly quieter, digging into her pockets before pulling an out a pack of cigarettes from them, taking one out of the pack while she holding it in her hand as she speaks. "You just moved here?" Ellie pulls a light out of her other pocket, flicking it a few times, and when it finally ignites a flame—she holds it to the bud.

"Yeah. Just moved here a few weeks ago." She hums, pulling the cigarette from her mouth, while then letting tendrils of smoke escape her lips, and with you watching guilty, she speaks, "You smoke?"

For a moment, you think back to the reason you left the venue in the first place. The undying conversations, the smell of alcohol seeping into your nostrils—and that brief annoyance you had willfully felt for Dina when she left. You think about it for a short moment, eyes still on Ellie, you heave a sigh, "A little," you say, which hadn't completely been a lie, yet not the truth either.

Her eyes watch over you for a moment, eyes wavering, she gestures the box towards you, and watches as you take one from the pack.

Slyly keeping the thing tucked between her lips, she lets you settle it between your own lips. Nearing you, again, it takes three tries until the fire ignites. She nears it to the tip of it, waiting, and then pulling away when she's sure it's been lit.

You inhale its smoke, tasting its bitterness, and take it all in, while briefly exhaling. A faint cough escapes your throat.

"What do you do?" She says, which startles you considering you had only just now gotten used to the brief silence. Pulling it from your lips, and looking over to Ellie as she stares at the puddle in front of her speak: "I'm a journalist. I also write books sometimes, working on my first one."

You watch her eyes rise, and you watch as a smile pulls at her lips, willingly, "Well shit," she says, a smile that you strangely find comforting—which is weird, considering you don't know her—curls on her lips. "Dina really does have some interesting friends."

"She doesn't talk about me?" You ask, feeling a sting of pain at the revelation, though Ellie is quick to crumble any of those feelings, "She does, I'm sure. I'm just not around much."

You hum in response tiredly in response before speaking, "What do you do?" You ask, realizing the cigarette had been hanging between your fingertips, the smoke vaguely emitting off of it. You pull it to your lips. "Well, as you know, I'm in Dina's band," you roll your eyes as you let smoke fall from your lips, "I've said that once. And this is my first time speaking to you, are you ever gonna let that go?"

"Nope." She says, quickly, too quickly for comfort.

"Anyway," she follows, "I'm also a tattoo artist."

Your brows perk in interest, eyes skimming over her skin, and in that moment, you watch as she turns away from you.

"Are you gonna show me any of your tattoos? Wanna try to impress me?"

Ellie hums, perhaps contemplating, perhaps alluding you to believe she is before she says, "Maybe another time."

A rebuttal lies on your lips, another strange urge to see the strangers hidden tattoos inked in skin, but you have restraint tucked between your gums. So you don't question her.

"Well..." you say, switching the topic, "I'm writing a piece on the Enchanting Beauty of Art," you say, pulling the almost finished bud to your lips, inhaling the smoke, and then promptly blowing it out.

You put it out on the brick wall, listening to its subtle hiss as you speak, "it's about art. Um, obviously."

Ellie hums, and then, "Is that your title," she questions. Now, you notice that she's already finished hers. The space between her lips are empty, along with her fingers, "You want me to give you some insight, or some shit? I'm not that good." She says, rather plainly.

"You're probably good enough. Better than me."

Ellie pushes herself off the wall. And for a moment, you begin to she's planning to get ready to leave before she pulls her phone from her pocket, opening it and handing it to you. "Text me. Call me, or whatever you want. I'll answer your questions."

Your brows raise when she spoke, looking down to her hand, and back up to her space, you find yourself yet again, stumbling over your words, "I mean. You don't have to, I was joking."

Ellie doesn't drop her hand, only a sly smile sneaks onto her lips again, though, you never even considered if it had left, "Well, if you were joking, then that's seriously fucking embarrassing on my part," she began, still gesturing towards you, "and to soothe said embarrassment, give me yours and I'll give you mine. Text me when you need it."

A smile creeps on your lips, it's undeniable, and you watch as her eyes waft over to the cupids bow of them, watching for a considerably long moment before saying: "Playing the guitar has helped me learn I can keep my hand up for a very long time," she shrugs, "might wanna take it before we spend the entire night out here."

You practically scramble to take her phone from your hands as you pull out yours. "Shit. Sorry."

You hold hers in your hand for moment as you pull out your own, unlocking it and then pressing the phone app and quickly handing it to her.

The both of you type away. She calls her own number, and you feel as the phone buzzes in your hands when she does.

Ellie slips her phone into her pocket when you hand it to her.

"You goin' back inside?" She asks, her eyes narrowing at you. You catch a hint of a sweet southern accent.

"Are you trying to get rid of me that fast?" You quip, and Ellie smiles.

She sighs, "Just wanted to make sure you got back inside safe so Dina's not on my ass again." You laugh, stuffing your phone into your pockets. You hum in response, and she bids you goodbye.

When you near the door, she watches and then turns on her heel. And for a moment, you watch her departure.

You feel the simmer of something bubbling up inside your stomach, something unrelenting as you walk through the double doors. You realize, as you shuffled through your pants pockets, that you've been clutching the abandoned cigarette the entire time.

You hadn't felt the burn. If there were one.

You think of Ellie's subtle, kind words, her restrained yet welcoming demeanor. And as you spot Dina in the crowd, ushering you over—you'd wished you met her earlier on.

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THE FOLLOWING MORNING

10:37AM

STUFFING YOUR FACE with the hash browns Dina had gotten from the diner just down the street from your apartment, she spoke: "You saw Ellie, right?"

You hum in response, chewing your few, and swallowing it down, "Yeah. She gave me her number too." Dina's eyes narrow in interest. Sitting new to you on her brown two-seater, she slides herself closer to you. "Oh? And what happened after that?"

You squint your eyes at her, already knowing what she's suggesting.

"Jesus. Not like that. We talked, exchanged numbers, and said goodbye. That's it."

Dina rolls her eyes, taking the plate from your hands, and practically clutching it near her chest. "Yeah sure. I give it a few months and you guys'll be together."

Your eyes widen. You nudge her shoulder harshly, and when you do, the hash brown nearly falls to the floor—luckily, though, Dina held it more tightly just in time. "I'm just saying! She usually never..." you watch as Dina tries to finds the words, the laugh track from the show that plays on the tv is the only thing that seems to fill the silence before she speaks.

"She doesn't talk much. I thought she would tell you who she was, and that would be the end of it."

You think back on it now.

Ellie didn't seem to fit Dina's description. At least in your head. Part of finds yourself wondering what that Ellie is like. Though part of you wants to know more the Ellie you'd met last night.

You switch the topic. "What was that last night? Why'd you leave so suddenly?"

You watch as Dina looks over to you, the fork that you had once previously stabbed into the food, now flipping it over. "Jesse had flowers for me, he apologized." You could nearly roll your eyes at her statement, yet you only let out a half-hearted smile.

"Again?" You joke, though not really.

You expect Dina to at least get somewhat irritated with you. You'd assumed anyone would at a comment like that. Though, she only places the paper plate down on the wooden table in front of you both, and throws her arms over your shoulder.

"Yeah, whatever. Keep talking."

You shrug her off her of you, a smile curling on your lips slightly—you focus back onto the screen ahead, thinking back to Ellie's alluring smile, and the moment you do, you find yourself questioning why you're even thinking about her at all.

[lefteagleblizzard]

𝕻𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖒

Derek danforth x gender neutral reader

Summary: Derek think it’s a good idea to have some fun with you during a council meeting.

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Warnings: Boss x advisor relationship. no use of Y/N. Very filthy smut. Humiliation. Keep in mind that I haven’t watched the movie. It’s been so long since I posted anything here so apologies if it’s cringe and mediocre.

3704 words in total.

“Come and sit in my lap.”

you looked over to Derek, who was sitting in his big and comfortable chair beside you. You raised your eyebrows.

“What?”

“You heard me.” Derek grinned at you, patted one of his thighs. “Come sit in my lap.”

you looked away from him, towards the double doors at the other end of the hall that should be opening any minute now to let in the members of the council.

“Derek, no. The council will be here soon.”

“So?”

“So, it’s unprofessional, and you have to focus. And, since I’m your advisor, it would probably be a good idea if I did too.”

“I’m the CEO . I can have you in my lap during a meeting if I want.” There was a slight whine to Derek’s words. you glanced back over at him and breathed a little sigh. The man was practically pouting at you.

“Fine.” You knew there was no denying Derek when he really wanted something. You stood, and before you could actually make a move to seat himself properly in Derek’s lap he grabbed you and pulled you on top of him. you gave a small cry of surprise, founding yourself seated across him sideways, one of Derek’s arms around your legs, the other around your waist.

“There we go,” Derek breathed in satisfaction. He kissed at you’s ear, then ran parted lips over your jawline. you shivered a little.

“Derek, now isn’t a good time.”

“The council’s not here yet,” he argued.

“Yeah, but- mm…” Derek had quelled your protest by putting his lips to yours. You opened your mouth to accept his tongue, letting out a quiet moan. You were very glad that the table wasn’t made of transparent glass. What was happening wouldn’t be overly obvious to anyone unless they would bent down on purpose, and people made sure not to look at you for too long unless they wanted to end up fired like it happened weeks ago to a man you now completely forgotten.

Though, you couldn’t help but be annoyed by it. You wouldn’t be able to take care of your urges till after the meeting, which would make the whole thing seem longer than it really was.

Derek pulled away from your mouth, tilted his head to kiss at your neck above your collar.

“Fuck,” you muttered. “Derek, stop it.” Even as you said it, you were leaning your head back to give him better access. You just couldn’t help it. You were willing to give yourself to Derek whenever he wanted you.

Derek laughed lightly against your skin. “Yeah, okay, you.” He tugged on your collar with his teeth, and for some reason that drove you wild with lust. You groaned in frustration, grabbed at Derek’s face.

“Stop. Now I’m not gonna be able to concentrate,” you complained.

Derek lifted his head up and you let his hand fall to your chest. The CEO had a smirk on his face when he looked at you.

“That was the plan,” he told you.

“Bastard.”

“I know I am,” Derek said proudly.

you turned your head when you heard the doors open. You made to stand as council-members began to file in, but Derek’s hold on you tightened.

“No. Stay put.”

“You think they’re gonna take you seriously with me in your lap?” you asked quietly, turning your attention back to Derek.

“If I had some random person in my lap, probably not, but they know who you are,” Derek replied. “Why are you making it seem like it’s a big deal?”

“Because…” you trailed off, unsure of how to explain. Being this close to Derek made it hard for you to think about anything but him, about where you wanted him to put his hands, his mouth. You squirmed a little in a half-hearted attempt to get free. That didn’t help, only made you think of another, more enjoyable way you wanted to be moving on him.

“Hold still. Now you’re just being undignified.”

You know what? Two can play at this game.

you firmly ground your ass down against Derek, put your mouth to his ear. “Whatever you say, CEO. ”

Derek made a growling sound low in his throat, opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped by one of the members of the council.

“Mr. Danforth, we’re all here, if you’re ready to begin.”

Derek drew his head up. “Um, yes, I’m ready.” He tightened his hold on you, who was now looking at the council seated in front of you, determined to pay attention.

Your focus didn’t last very long. A minute or so into it, the hand that Derek had around your legs began to creep up your thigh. You glanced at Derek. Despite where his hand was going he seemed intent on the topic being discussed.

You tried to surreptitiously take Derek’s hand and slide it away, but you got your own slapped for it. Then Derek’s hand was back on your thigh.

Shit, Derek, not in front of everyone.

Embarrassed, you wanted to protest out loud, but Derek was in the middle of speaking. He palmed at you through your pants almost absentmindedly. you pressed your knuckles to your mouth to keep in any sound. A surprised little yelp made it through as Derek suddenly squeezed. The man looked to you, feigning surprise.

“you, do you have something to say?” He asked it politely, as one would ask their advisor for their opinion, as if the meeting were the only thing that was going on. Though, you knew that most advisors didn’t have their CEO ’s hand playing between their legs.

“N-nothing. Sorry to interrupt.” You had to school his voice into evenness as Derek squeezed again. You could feel his face going red. “Please continue.”

And, with a little nod, Derek did, seeming to pay no more attention to you. What he was doing with his hand said otherwise. He kept moving his hand through your pants and it took every ounce of self control to not buck into him. You bit at your knuckles, glanced at the council. They were all very pointedly looking at Derek’s face or each other, anywhere but at you. Some even had a slight pinkness to their cheeks.

Dammit, Derek, stop it.

His body was clearly negating that. You had to strain to keep your hips in place. You tried your best to keep any sound from coming out, but a small, needy whimper escaped you.

“Everything alright, you?” Derek asked, looking at you with complete obliviousness.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m-” Derek’s hand slipped under your waistband- “fine.” The word came out weak and breathy.

“You paying attention to what we’re talking about?” His fingers were now working torturously, moving slowly up and down.

“Um...” you felt angry and frustrated with Derek. Why did he feel the need to humiliate you like this in front of the council?

Right. He gets off on humiliating me.

“Uh…” What had Derek said the meeting was going to be about earlier? Granted, he’d told you while he’d been dozing after their usual morning romp. “Market conditions?” Your voice came out higher than usual, and you put your knuckles back in your mouth after you finished speaking. You shifted a little, planning on moving away from Derek’s hand, but your body had other ideas, instead moving into it. You gasped a little. You were sure that his face was the reddest it had ever been.

You were afraid he’d gotten it wrong and Derek was going to use that to humiliate you further, but he just nodded and looked back to the council. They continued their discussion, and you didn’t hear a word of it. All you could pay attention to was the way Derek’s hand moved with agonizing slowness. It set you alight with pleasant, maddening arousal. You dug your teeth into your knuckles, groaned quietly in frustration, hoping Derek wouldn’t call you out on the noise.

Derek rubbed his thumb in the right place. You released a moan into his hand before you could stop yourself or try to lower the volume of it. You squirmed a little in both embarrassment and want - need . You needed more . The councilman who had been speaking faltered for a moment, and you could feel your mortification digging a hole into you, but then the man continued, very clearly ignoring you. You still couldn’t help feeling like everyone in the room was staring at you. Though they were trying their best not to look at him, they knew what Derek was doing with his hand.

Then Derek stopped moving his hand altogether, just held onto you, and it was driving you crazy much faster than the slow movements had. Your breaths came hard as he fought with himself to not move. Sweat beaded at your temples.

After a minute or so, one man of the council stood, as if to leave. your chest swelled with relief.

“Um, perhaps we can discuss this later, sir,” he said. “You seem preoccupied.”

Please, Derek, just agree with him. you almost said it out loud.

“No, we’re not done yet. Sit and we’ll continue.”

You whined out of pure desperation, then instantly regretted the sound, though it had come out against your will. Surely everyone had heard it.

“Well, then your, uh, advisor-” the man paused and cleared his throat, looked to the floor for a moment, clearly uncomfortable- “seems preoccupied.”

Derek looked to you, winked at you, and he responded with a glare.

“No, they’re fine.” He began moving his hand again, ever so slowly, and you wanted to cry out of anger and frustration. You hated that Derek was tormenting you like this, wanted for him to dismiss the council so the both of you could do whatever you pleased.

The man sat back down, eliciting a whimper from you. You’ll have to suffer longer now.

Yoh paid absolutely no attention to the rest of the meeting, didn’t even bother trying to. The way Derek was touching you just felt so good. You tried your best to remain still and quiet, but the occasional quiet moan would slip out with a shift of your hips. By the time the meeting was drawing to an end, you were shaking with restraint, face and neck heated scarlet, sweat dripping down the sides of your face.

You let out a huge breath when the last council-member left and the door closed behind them. You sagged against Derek.

“ Ah… Oh gods, Derek, don’t do that!”

Derek bared his cock to open air, he was stroking it faster now with one hand while the other was taking care of you. Clutching at his hand, you were now moaning unashamedly. You wanted to cum, could feel that he was close to it too.

“Don’t do what?”

“What you just-!” you couldn’t finish, pleasure stealing your ability to speak. You became a mewling, writhing mess against Derek. Yes, this was what he wanted.

“Cum, baby. Come on.”

You sobbed with relief as your climax overtook you. Pleasure burned with sweet, hot release through your veins. You arched into Derek when it hit it’s peak, tightening your grip on his hand. The sensation drew the tears you have been holding back from your eyes.

Then it was over and you sagged against him. You wanted to rest against him for a moment, but Derek was pushing you down onto the floor before you could recover.

“Knees,” he ordered.

And before you could really process what was going on or what he was doing, you found yourself kneeling between Derek’s legs with his cock ready to be taken care of. You sucked him ravenously as he wanted it. Derek moaned and threaded his fingers through your hair.

“Yeah, that’s it baby. That’s it.” He applied pressure to your head. “Now choke yourself on it.”

You did so without hesitation, reminding yourself to breathe through your nose, though it was difficult with it pressed right against Derek’s pelvis. Your throat calmed after a few moments, and one of Derek’s hands stroked praisingly over your face.

“You want me to bury myself in you like this?”

You bobbed your head up and down in a nod like you were supposed to when Derek asked you such a question. The movement had the CEO gasping and tugging at your hair.

“And are you gonna cum for me again?”

You nodded, pleased with the moan it brought from Derek’s lips. That meant he was doing your job as his lover well.

“Now up. Undress for me nice and slow.”

You did as you were told, standing and beginning to slowly pull your pants but not before glancing back at the door behind you. You bent down and took off the expensive shoes Derek gifted you (one of the many gifts he gave you ever since your relationship started). You kissed and suckled the head of Derek’s cock before taking care of your shirt.

Here you were now, standing naked in front of the CEO , who let his eyes roam over you though he has seen you like this a thousand times.

Derek ran a hand reverently up your body, starting from your thigh and tracing his fingers up over your abdomen towards one of the many hickeys he had left this morning. He rested his palm over the mark, your pounding heart.

“You’re hot,” Derek breathed. “I’m so lucky to have you.” Before you could respond, he grabbed at your waist and yanked you forward. There was enough room on his big chair for you to place your knees on either side of him and straddle him. You were pressed against Derek and he sighed at the pleasure of it, placing your hands on his shoulders.

Derek’s left hand grabbed at your neck, his right brushing fingers over your lips. You knew what he wanted, so you opened your mouth for him, let him put three fingers inside. You closed your eyes as you did it, moaned around his fingers as if you was enjoying it. You swirled your tongue around them and sucked at them, didn’t stop even when Derek pushed them farther into your mouth and choked you.

“ Shit .” He let go of your neck, instead ran his hand over your back, over the once-smooth skin that was now puckered with countless hickeys. He groped at your ass and you moaned again, this one born of need.

Derek pulled his fingers from your mouth once he was satisfied that they were properly coated in saliva.

You gave a satisfied cry as one finger pressed into you, curved your body into it. You wanted Derek so badly it was nearly painful. His mouth was parted in heaving breaths.

Derek dipped his tongue into your mouth, pulled it back, and did so again. You tried to latch onto it with your lips but Derek wouldn’t let you.

“Use your words. What do you want?” He curled your finger inside of you, brushing that spot.

“Ah!” you arched into the touch, opening your eyes to meet Derek’s gaze. Lust burned in the CEO’s eyes. “I-I want you to kiss me.”

“Mm, what else?” He slid in a second finger.

“Want to ride you,” you gasped out. “A-and make you cum.”

Derek circled his fingers to open you up and you closed your eyes again to revel in the sensation. You wiggled yourself backwards onto those fingers. You would have continued letting your pleasure be known, but Derek silenced you with his mouth.

Derek kissed you as he usually did: like he was trying to eat you and suck out your soul. You loved it and tried to kiss back with the same passion, though you knew you could never match it.

Derek pulled his mouth away from yours, brought it down to suck at your throat above the collar. you tilted your head back, and Derek slipped another finger into you.

“ Yes”

“You like that, baby?” Derek rumbled against your neck.

“ Ungh , yeah.”

“More formal,” Derek commanded.

“Yes, CEO .” You gave a small cry as Derek bit at your neck, and part of you loved the pain of it.

“You want my dick?”

“Y-yes, CEO.”

“How badly?”

“So, so badly,” you whined. You rocked yourself on his fingers, a demonstration of what you’d do on his length. “I need it. Please.”

“You need your boss’ dick?”

“Oh gods, yes!”

Derek licked across your jawline and you moaned loudly at the action. You clenched your muscles around Derek’s fingers.

“Please, please, Derek.” He writhed desperately against him “ Please. ”

Derek chuckled against your neck, and you swore you almost climaxed from the sound of it, the vibration of it against you, the scratch of his beard. He nipped at you and you shuddered.

“Derek…” he pleaded.

Derek ceded to your begging and withdrew his fingers. He barely gave you time to take his cock and position it correctly before he was driving you down onto it, so fast that it hurt. You let out a pleased cry as it filled you.

“Oh gods , you!” You yelled, Derek going to grasp at your hips. For a moment neither of you moved, just basked in your connection, your heaving breaths mingling together. you felt Derek’s mouth near yours and you kissed him hard as you began rocking yourself on him. He moaned into your mouth, accepting his tongue when he shoved it inside. You sucked on it gently, using one of your hands to grab at Derek’s hair.

Derek used his hold on your hips to control your pace, forcing you to move slower. you loved and hated it, loved how it let the pleasure simmer inside of you, but hated how it wasn’t the ferocity you were craving. Though, with Derek you’d get that at some point.

Derek pulled away from your mouth, lowering his head to kiss at your collarbone. He moaned against your skin, pressed his lips to you in an honorary way.

“You happy now, darling?” Derek asked. you could feel him smiling.

“More,” you gasped out. You couldn’t hide that he was greedy when it came to sex, and there was no point. Derek was the one who had made you like this.

Derek’s teeth grazed your hardened right nipple and you whimpered, curved your chest into him. Derek complied with your wish, biting down hard on your nipple and working it with his tongue.

“Oh gods, Derek,” you got out breathlessly, the pain of his teeth shooting pleasure all over your body. You tried moving your hips faster, but he tightened his grip till it hurt, fighting against your movements.

“No, you. Slow for now, okay?”

“O-okay.”

Once you agreed, Derek brought his attention to your other nipple to reward you. It felt so good you wanted to cry, a small sob escaping your lips. You clawed at Derek’s chest with one hand, the other still with fingers twined in his hair.

After sucking quite generously on your nipple, Derek brought his head up, kissed you briefly. His grip loosened on your hips.

“I’ll leave the lead to you. Let me see what you want.”

“Yes, Derek.” you were relieved to be allowed to do what you wanted. You put your hands on Derek’s shoulders to steady yourself, used your legs to move over his cock, raising yourself up and then slamming back down. The sound of slapping skin only aroused you more. Derek’s moans sent goosebumps on your arms and sent pleasant tingles through you.

“My cock is good enough to make you cum.”he growled.

“Ah shit! Yeah, baby, right there. Move just like that. Move just like that for me.”

Derek cursed profusely as you moved on him voraciously. You pounded pleasure into his nerves, and it just built in intensity with each movement.

After a minute or so you were reaching your end. Pleasure roped violently through your body and you shouted. You didn’t stop moving though, knew that you weren’t allowed to truly be finished until Derek was. You rode through your climax and past it, the sweetness of it reaching a point that was unbearable. You sobbed, tears in your eyes, your insides throbbing and oversensitive, but still, you kept on.

“Keep going, baby. You’re doing great,” Derek encouraged. “You’re doing so well.”

You slowed your movements, gasping for breath. “I-I can’t, Derek.”

“Yes you can. Faster. I’m almost there. Just a little more, come on.”

You knew you had no choice but to obey him, didn’t want to face the consequences of not, and picked up your pace again.

“That’s it, love. Good job.”

It hurt in an almost delicious way, like forcing yourself to eat something that was too sweet. You wanted it at the same time you didn’t, the feeling of Derek inside of you just too much to handle.

“You’re doing so good. So good. Come on. Come on . Almost there, almost there. Agh! That’s it! Yes! ”

you sobbed loudly at the sensation of Derek finishing inside of you. It was too much for your body to handle. Once it was over you made to move off of him, your legs already trembling in the mid air, but Derek held you there with a grunt.

“No. Stay.”

“But-”

“Stay, just one more second.”

You gave up, sagged against him, resting your head on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath. Derek stroked a hand over your sweaty back.

You felt a hand stroking your face.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Anger suddenly hit you at those words. The gall of Derek to ask if he was okay, the audacity.You opened your eyes, planning on snapping at him, but you saw the smile on your face and the anger melted away. You smiled back.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You lifted your head, pecked Derek on the lips. “Better than okay.”

“Good, ’cause I have to fill you in on that meeting.” Derek’s grin turned devilish. “It wasn’t actually about market conditions.”

“Oh, you son of a bitch.” Despite your words, you laughed, and Derek joined in.

[zoro-chwaan]

“I love you”

(A/n): I made this story when I was 15/16 years old (a few years ago), so if it’s cringey that’s why. If you felt like you read this somewhere that’s because I posted this on Wattpad :/, this is just something while I try to work on the Dazai fic🗿👍

Word count: 0.6k

Cw: Gender dysphoria, cringe writing of a 15 y/o, fluff, sfw, reasurrance (?), pov switches

(Y/n)’s pov

When we finally arrived back to our base, it was late. Everyone on the Revolutionary army knew that I'm trans and they gladly accepted me, and made me feel like I wasn't a freak or a weirdo that has something wrong with them.

I walked to my room and got everything that was necessary for me to take a shower, and went to the bathroom. Once I got in I took off my clothes and looked at the mirror (most trans people worst enemy I swear 😭🖐️), I felt a slight pain in my heart. Why do I look like this... What can I do to improve myself and feel happy? 'Why can't I be happy the way I am... Am I faking it?...' I thought to myself. I felt like I was going to puke if I kept on looking at myself any more.

I shook my head and got into the shower and tried to ignore my overwhelming thoughts and try to have a peaceful shower. ' I wonder what Sabo is doing'

Sabo's pov

After I finished the needed work from my office I stood and stretched. I walked outside and was met by my best friend Koala (cutie she is).

"Hey Sabo~kun!" Koala said

"Hey Koala, so you guys are finally back?"

"Yep! We just got back not too long ago" Koala responded

"Ah okay, where's (y/n)?"

"Oh he said was going to take a shower so some of the soreness could take off. He did a pretty amazing job as well! He actually manage to make a curve when we were almost about to get caught trying to rescue the slaves. Your lucky to have an amazing partner, Sabo~kun" she said with a sly smirk. I blushed at her comment. "Yeah I really am lucky to have him."

I went off my own way after we chatted for a few more minutes. Now looking back, I really am thankful for having (y/n). Whenever I was down, he would always be at my side to comfort me. He would always treat me well. And whenever we had a disagreement, he would try to find a way so that both of our opinions matter.

I went up to his room and knocked. " Hey (y/n), I'm going to enter if that is fine with you." "Alright" I heard (y/n) said with a muffle. I entered the room and took of my shoes on the side of the bed and belly flopped onto the bed. ' Ahh the comfort is so much enjoyable'

*Time skip brought to you by Luffy stealing Usopp's food*

(Y/n)'s pov

I got out of the shower and changed before going outside. Once I was done I stepped out of the bathroom to see Sabo happily sleeping soundly 'Cute~' I thought. I walked up to him and gave a kiss on the forehead. With that I felt his hand on my wrist. "Come sleep with me" Sabo said drowsily. "But I-" before I could finish my sentence he pulled me in the bed with him and felt his warm embrace.

"Have I ever told you how handsome you are?" Sabo said out of the blue, and made me blush. "Huh?" "Well I don't get to say it as much as I want to, and I could tell that you needed that. (Y/n), I want let you know that no matter what happens, I love you no matter what, got it?" He said with sincere in his voice. I laid there in silence 'he knows me too well...' "And I am proud to call you my boyfriend!" He added. "Sabo... I love you too..." I looked up at him

He smiled and gave me a kiss. "And I'm proud to have you as a lover, Sabo."

[asston69]

I think im gonna TRY and write a small quick fanfic on thomas hewitt. Now before I writs this I was a wattpad fanfic writer and I said some cringe ahh stuff. So you might read some on here😞😞

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Warnings: Reader doesn't live, death, violence, a lot of blood talk, gore, cursing, (if I missed anything else just tell me<3)

!NOT PROOFED READ!

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Your Heart Is Mine

It was a hot texas morning. You and your family are going on a road trip, even though you're an adult, you were still forced to do this.nyou sat next to your sister, who was one year younger then you.

Your father had the radio up high. "Isn't this good music? Way better then your shit!" He says trying to sound funny but it wasn't. Your mother laughs.

Suddenly your father looks down at the gas thingy (I forgot what it was called.) "Shit!" He says turning off the radio. "What is it?" Your mother says in a southern accent. "Were almost out of gas." He says looking around for a nearby gas station.

He starts to starts to drive around eventually finding a gas station. He pulls up next to it. "You know what, kids." he says looking at you and your sister. "You kids go walk around, we have a long drive when we get out of here" he says smiling softly. "Okay then, what time you want back?" You ask looking at your watch clock. "I thinking maybe 10 to 20 minutes maybe, it depends." Your dad answers.

"Ok then" you say getting out of the car along with your sister. Today she was wearing a long sun dress that flowed softly along the wind while your wore (whatever you want to). "Damn it hot out here" you say to your sister. "No shit! It's texas" she says sarcasticly. "Need to use the restroom?" Your sister asks. "Auctually, yeah, I do." You say. She nods. "I'll be back" you say walking into the gas station. I see a woman at the counter. "Hello mam. How are you today?" You ask with a smile. " Oh I'm just fine. So what you need?" She asks with a smile. "Oh that's good, well where is your bathroom?" You ask.

"Well down that hall Is where the bathroom is" she says with a grin then a smile. "Thank you" you say walking towards that door. Every single step you take makes a creak noise. You were down at the hallway. You sigh softly as you open the door. It was completely darkness. As you step someone grabs you and takes you into the dark. The last vision you see is a man smacking you with a hammer.

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You started to open your eyes, blood was dripping onto of the dried blood layering it. You were tied down to a chair. You look around to see the same woman from earlier, from the gas station. Then you saw a person in an officer uniform.

Suddenly one of then yelled out "Thomas! Get your ass in here!" He yells. Suddenly you hear someone walking in the room. It the same man from earlier.

You were so confused and scared. "W- what's going on..?" You say fearfully. "Oh honey, nothing is gonna happen to you yet" the old woman came close to you and petted your (whatever color) hair. You felt drips of blood on your shoulder. You look up to see your mother hunger up on the wall. You scream put in terror. "What did you do?!" You scream out to the man who was inparently named thomas. You cried as you look down, at the table. "Oh my god.." You cry.

The whole family said grace while you cried knowing that your whole family was dead probably, and your probably next as well.

Then the family sat down and ate. It was filled with silence besides from all the crying. A few minutes later the woman comes over to you and tries to feed you the soup. "Come on, eat it." She says holding the spoon filled with broth and the suspicious meat. You finally gave in. You open your mouth and she feeds it to you. You chew up the meat, it didn't taste good at all.. she hold up the spoon again. "N- no.." You say.

"Please. Eat it." She says glaring at her. "You know.. if you untie me and I can sit here and eat it.. I'll finish it." You say. "Darling, you'll just leave." She says. "I won't. I love it here, I want to stay here for my whole entire life. " You definitely made it sound suspicious but she allowed it. Thomas stood up and standed right behind you chair.

You began to ate it. It tasted horrible but you needed to prove your innocence. You sat there and ate it. Not to long after you were done, you took a swig of your water that was given to you. The old woman smiles. "Take her tommy" she says. You suddenly got lifted up. You scream. "FUCK!" You cry out as you got held downstairs. You were then chain down on the table. "Please dont!" You cry.

He had to do this. Even though he didn't want to he did it for his mama. He couldn't deny her, she was always right no matter what. "Thomas don't do this! I love you so much!" You say to try and not get killed. As he was about to grab his chainsaw he stopped. He was surprised. Instead of the chainsaw, he grabs a knife. He then cuts you open, around your chest. You were screaming crying trying to kick and fight but I was no help. He then cuts out your heart which was covered in blood. And you were dead for sure. You were laying down lifeless. He had your heart in his hand It was as big as his hands. He admired your heart. He sets it down gently and he grabs a glass box and he sets it in there safely.

He looks at your heart, so lovingly and then he looks back at you. In his mind he says to himself "you're heart mine."

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Sorry if this was bad lol😭😭

[dracoxmalereader]

Watering Can

Draco x Male Reader

Context: A four-quel to my other ficlets All at Once, Windowsill, and Summer Sun. Reader is a ravenclaw in the year above Draco, and this fic takes place in Draco's fifth year (your sixth year) during Order of the Phoenix.

Also it's burdensome to keep linking every one of the previous parts, plus I imagine it's an eyesore, so if you want to read all the parts going forward they can be found on Wattpad and Ao3 under the name "Intense". <3

Summary: Draco can't help but go into Inquisitorial Squad Leader Mode™ when Filch mentions hearing rats in the greenhouses only for them to mysteriously vanish when he goes in to look. Lo and behold, who else would it be but the Ravenclaw he's more infatuated with by the day.

Word Count: 1560

The plaques on the wall shone in the dull light of the night sky. Bouncing off the glass, shining over the reflection of the hallway, the moon cast smudges of light gray along the dark walls. Draco's feet were cold against the floor.

He made quick work of his bathroom break, trotting back down the corridor towards the Slytherin dorms, wiping his freshly washed hands on his wool shirt. Footsteps rang from the end of the hallway, and Draco froze.

"Stinking bloody rats-" Filch muttered under his breath, his lantern lighting the walls before he turned the corner.

"What are you on about?" Draco stepped forward, the inquisitor within him already accustomed to jump at the chance to assert discipline upon other students.

"Filthy rats in the bloody greenhouses." Filch stopped in his tracks and rumbled on. "I hear 'em, but I can't find even one of the damn things. Gone before I get there, every time." His voice was bitter and rough like gravel.

Draco nodded, interest peaked.

Filch adjusted his grip on the handle of his lantern, Mrs. Norris yawned where she was tucked into his free arm. "Get to bed," He spoke, tone not lacking malice. "Wouldn't want to send Umbridge her own lapdog." He cleared his throat, starting again down the hallway.

Draco scoffed. Filch was one to talk about being Umbridge's lapdog. He rolled his eyes and pushed past Filch uncaringly, baring a sneer at the squib. He waited for them to disappear around another corner, rerouting himself when the last of Mrs. Norris's bushy tail was out of sight.

The school was quiet as he made his way through it, calm. He ducked past the dark walls until his feet touched the dirt-marred floor of the greenhouse hallway. He cringed at the feeling, but carried on.

Creeping along, he leaned slightly into the doorway of greenhouse one. His eyes scanned the room, the boxes of soil lining the walls empty.

Sloshing water broke his concentration. He turned towards the noise, squinting his eyes at greenhouse three across the hallway. He caught sight of a figure hovering over the plants, and pulled his wand from his pocket.

Gripping it tightly, he approached the doorway of greenhouse three as quietly as he could, waving it in the air before pointing it at the figure and casting, "Expelliarmus!"

Your startled shout rang through the air, watering can flying out of your grip and landing with a thud on the ground, rolling over and leaking water onto the floor.

"What the hell?" Your familiar voice made his stomach drop, and he swore he could feel the shame in his nail beds. You were audibly pissed, angry even. It was almost as terrifying as his father's wrath. "I'm not going to attack you with a watering can! Unnecessary!"

You dug your wand out of your pocket and flicked it in the air, muttering a Lumos and filling the greenhouse with light.

Draco opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't find the words.

You blew a puff of air from your nose. Your brows were furrowed. "Draco." Your voice around his name was laced with a bite he'd never heard from you, and it had him regretting every decision he'd ever made. His throat felt dry. "You gonna take me Um-bitch? Someone has to keep the plants alive."

"You shouldn't be out of bed after hours-" He chased the words out of his mouth, knees feeling weak from the clever nickname given to Umbridge.

Your scowl shut him up.

"Sorry," Draco choked, voice cracking.

His face felt hot, hotter than the air in the train car he'd last been able to speak to you in. He coughed, and it did little to quell the tightness in his airways.

"I, uh... I won't take you to Um-bitch." He let a breathless chuckle escape him.

You looked him up and down, and felt like he was about to crawl out of his skin. One of your brows jerked up in suspicion, and he wanted to run his thumb along it, to feel the muscles under the skin tense and relax.

He stepped into greenhouse three, taking a shaky breath and pushing closer despite the tension. He picked the watering can up off the floor, avoiding the puddle that had formed around it. The space beneath his ribs burned, and he held it out to you, his eyebrows raised in sincerity.

Your eyes met, and he hoped he looked as apologetic as he felt. Your face had matured over summer break and the beginning of the year, and he subconsciously tallied all the ways your face managed to fit you impossibly better. He wanted to touch it and feel for himself how your features had changed.

His lungs quivered when you reached to take the watering can back with your free hand. Your fingers brushed his on the handle, and he felt sparks fly up his arm. His knuckles ached. He wanted to throw the stupid watering can across the room and lace his fingers with yours.

"Thank you." The suspicion and anger bled from your face, and you returned to contently watering a line of plants, shriveled beyond identification.

He watched you quietly, admiring how your dirty fingers pressed and prodded the soil. "Regerminating Potion would help." He offered, pulse speeding up when your eyes met again. He'd missed you over break, and he found it a real shame he didn't see more of you day to day.

"That's a sixth year potion." You pointed out, a smug smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. Draco felt his face heat up.

His eyes widened and he opened and closed his mouth around an excuse he couldn't find to make. He'd rather go full inquisitor on you again than admit he'd been reading ahead and studying even advanced sixth year potions for the chance you'd need more help from him. Your observation went unanswered.

"We're not allowed to make potions anyways." Your smile morphed into something more leisurely, working your way to the last of the plants.

Finished watering, you set the can down on the ground quietly and looked at him. Maybe having special inquisitor privileges wasn't all that bad, Draco thought.

"I could make you some."

"You'd do that?"

Draco swallowed roughly. He'd do anything for you if you asked. "You want me to?"

He stared into your eyes, hoping you were paying close enough attention to see the unspoken vulnerability in them. He wanted to break every rule Dolores Umbridge put in place if it meant he could make you happy. His bones felt restless.

You blinked, and your eyes faltered for a moment. They flicked down over his face, catching on his lips and he felt his stomach lurch forward. His own eyes fell to yours before he tore them away and found you already looking back into his eyes.

It felt like you were strung together, thread tightening with every breath that fanned between the shortening space between your faces.

You took an audibly shaky breath, and Draco hoped it meant you were as flustered as he was. Your mouth poised open, forming words on your tongue that lost their chance to be spoken when the light of Filch's lantern reflected on the glass walls across the hallway.

The light at the tip of your wand went out. Draco whispered for you to duck under the table at the center of the room. Your wand clunked against the floor as you did, and Filch's footsteps picked up in speed until he was limping into the greenhouse almost shouting about the filthy rats he was set on catching.

Draco felt anxiety lick up his spine. "No rats here, there was only one." He spoke, projecting his voice like was giving a speech, guttural lilt not unlike the tone he took up with Potter. "Made quick work of the pest, you can be sure of that."

Filch huffed, peeved but uncomplaining. Must just be thankful those 'rats' are out of the picture, Draco figured. "I'm not gonna tell you again." Filch grumbled. "To bed with you." He twitchily shook his head and tore his disapproving glare from the room, righting back on his path around the school.

Mrs. Norris lingered in the doorway, nose bobbing against the floor, sniffing. Draco crossed his fingers behind his back and his gaze dropped to you. He held his breath even when his heart picked up at the amused look you gave him from under the table. Mrs. Norris licked the back of her paw before trotting away back to Filch.

When he held his hand out to help you up, it's a miracle it wasn't too sweaty to grip onto. He felt adrenaline pulse through his veins, and the energized smile you gave him mirrored his own as it crept onto his face.

"You know, these pajamas are a good look on you." You stayed in his space, pinching the fabric of his sleeve between two fingers. Butterflies raced through his chest at the contact.

The lightheartedness made him want to kiss you, made him want to pull you into a hug and breathe in your smell. You blinked at him and he blinked back, head reeling, picturing all the ways he wanted to break more of his own rules with you.

My mom watched me make the Wattpad cover for this and told me she appreciates that I never stopped being a pre-teen. To express my gratitude this chapter is dedicated to her. Thank you mom for supporting my antics. <3

Drawing by me

Tags: @gayaristocrat @nowayisthistakenyet @dracoshusband

[bingbongsupremacy]

New Kid

Pairing: Father!Castiel x family!child reader, Father! Dean x family!child reader, Father!Sam x family!child reader, Father!Crowley x family!child reader

Warnings: Very cringe and short. I wrote this when I was in middle school. Originally from Wattpad.

Summary: Short oneshots about when your father finds out you're his kid.

*Not Proof Read* Supernatural

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Third P.O.V.

Castiel: 

Age: One Hour Old

" I told you, Josephine, I don't want it! " A man yells.

" What do you expect me to do with it then? Huh? This is both of our problems, okay? Both of our problems! " 

The voices grow louder as Castiel nears the end of the block. The dim streetlights and light glow from the houses' porch lights send a nightmarish gleam and vibe through the street. 

" Can't you just leave it with someone? Leave it at a fire station! I don't care. Just get it out of here! " The man orders. 

" Ryan, I can't keep...it! I can't do this thing! Do you know what my parents will do to me? Huh? I've kept it in me for nine months! I can't take care of it anymore! Look, Ryan, I spent three hours in a rest-stop bathroom, pushing this thing out! I don't want it. You take it. " The woman, Josephine hisses while shoving a bundle at a dark man in the doorway of a house. 

" I have a life, Josephine. I can't just drop everything to raise this, this abomination! I am not giving up my life for it. No, you take it somewhere and dump it. I don't care. Goodbye. " With that, the man slams the door shut on the girl. 

The girl growls loudly in frustration. " Ugh!! " She looks at the bundle in her arms in frustration and looks around.

Castiel watches the girl wander down the street, hiding in the shadows. He can't just let this girl take whatever's in her arms and dump it. He needs to make sure that the thing in her arms remains safe. 

" I'll just leave you...here. " The girl says unemotionally before dropping the bundle into a garbage can behind a Chinese restaurant. The entire time the girl had been holding the bundle, she'd been holding the bundle as if it were poison. 

The girl looks around before running across the street in the dark. 

Castiel makes his way over to the garbage can which releases a whine. A soft whine. " What is that..? " Castiel peers down into the garbage can. The bundle wiggles around. It starts crying loudly. " A child? " Castiel picks up the bundle. The baby, wrapped in a dirty t-shirt, wiggles around. The baby's teary Brown eyes look up at Castiel. " Shh, shh, child. It's alright. " Castiel looks around for a moment, not sure what to do with the crying baby. " Okay, okay, uh, you're okay. " Castiel gently brushes his fingers on the baby's forehead. The baby's cries die down and turn into sniffles. The baby snuffles into Castiel and slowly falls asleep. " What do I do with you? " Castiel asks softly to not disturb the baby's peaceful sleep.

 " I think I will keep you. Yes. I will. I will name you...Y/N. " Castiel smiles slightly as the baby lets out a content grunt. I shall protect Y/N with everything I have.  

Dean:

Three Weeks Old

Dean takes a sip of the cold beer in his hand. He boredly flips through the pages of a lore book. Sam walks into the bunker with grocery bags. 

" Hey, Dean. I'm back. " Sam announces. 

" Okay. " Dean pushes the book in his hands aside and looks down at his phone as it dings. 

Ex. Mariah

 -We need to talk.

Dean's eyebrows furrow. He hasn't seen Mariah for...months. Ever since their nasty breakup. 

Dean

Why? So now you text me? After months of ignoring me? 

Ex. Mariah

This is...important. Are you in town? 

Dean

Yeah. 

Ex. Mariah 

Good. Meet me at the park we first met at, okay? Do you remember which park that is? Do you remember the spot?

Dean 

Yes. I remember. 

Ex. Mariah

Okay. See you in twenty. 

Dean sighs. Mariah was too much drama to handle. The last time they saw each other, she accused him of cheating with almost every girl he's ever met. She could never leave anything alone. She was also weirdly possessive. 

Dean pulls on his jacket and finishes off his beer before standing up. " Sammy, I'm going out. I'll be back in a little while. " Dean yells into the hallway connecting to the kitchen. 

" 'Kay! " Sam calls back. 

Dean hops in his car and drives down the street to the park where he meets Mariah. He pauses before turning his car off. Should he do this?

What does Mariah want? 

Dean sighs and prepares himself for what's to come while dealing with Mariah. He slowly gets out of the Impala and walks towards the bench he met Mariah on. Dean shoves his hands into his jacket pocket when a cold gush of wind blows through the air. 

A small cry fills Dean's heart. Dean furrows his eyebrows. Who would keep their baby out at this hour, especially in this weather? This kid doesn't sound very old. 

Dean continues walking towards the bench, only to discover the crying getting louder. Dean pulls out a gun he brought with him just in case and points it to the ground while cautiously walking towards the cries. Dean quickly puts away his gun when he sees a tiny baby in a basket that's covered by a thin F/C blanket. " What the...? " Dean looks around confusedly. 

Why is there a baby here? Where are its parents?

A vibration from Dean's phone distracts him from the baby. Dean looks down at the long text. 

Ex. Mariah. 

I'm sorry you had to find out this way. By now, you have probably reached the bench and discovered the baby. It's yours. I don't want to look after it. I have a life, and I'm sure you do too. Feel free to do whatever you want with it. Take it to a church, sell it to someone, I don't care I just can't spend my time watching it. The baby's one month old, you'll find the birth certificate and all the other important forms you'll need in the basket. It's yours to do whatever you please with. That's all I needed to tell you. 

Ex. Mariah blocked you

Dean stares at his phone with his mouth dropped wide open. He re-reads the message over and over again. Dean glances down at the basket and hesitantly pulls a corner of the blanket off the basket. A tiny baby peers up at him with watery Brown eyes. The baby cries and reaches for Dean. Dean stares at the baby. " D-do I pick you up? " Dean asks cluelessly. 

This earns a whine as a response from the baby. Dean gently picks up the baby. He holds the baby awkwardly while picking up a stack of pages that Mariah mentioned. There's a birth certificate, as Mariah had said there'd be, and other papers. 

Dean gently rocks the baby in his arms, not sure what else to do. Dean sits down, very overwhelmed. He sets the papers back in the basket and turns his attention to the tiny human in his arms. The baby wraps Y/G's tiny finger around Dean's thumb. 

At that moment, Dean's heart melted. He didn't care about another other than the adorable child in his arms. " H-hi, kiddo. " Dean says nervously, which is something very strange for Dean. He's rarely ever shy or nervous. Dean's heart fills with a strange love and feeling. " I guess I'm your dad...it's nice to meet you. " 

The baby replies with a sniffle and tired whine. 

Dean laughs slightly and leans back against the park bench with the baby in his arms, already sure that this baby is going to be in his life. 

Sam:

Newborn

" Here's your baby, sir. Y/G's gorgeous. Looks just like you, Mr. " The nurse gently hands over a tiny bundle to its father, Sam Winchester.

Sam stares down at the baby in his arms in awe. " Hi there, sweetie. Hi. " Sam brushes his finger over the cheek of the baby. " I'm your daddy. " Sam says softly. 

" There. You have your daughter. " Seraphine, the ex-girlfriend, and mother of Sam's child state annoyed. " Can you get out of my room now? I have to get rest. I plan on getting back into shape as soon as I can. " 

Sam ignores the anger bubbling in his chest and glances back at Seraphine. " What is wrong with you? How can you be this way? To your child? " 

Seraphine made it clear that she didn't want the kid when Y/G was born. Heck, she hadn't even wanted to carry it full term. As soon as she found out, she planned on having an abortion. Sam found out and was crushed. He'd wanted this baby. Sure, he'd never really been around children before, nor did he really like kids, but the thought of having one of his own brought a joy he wasn't very familiar with to his heart. Sam had managed to convince Seraphine to carry the baby full term and give it to him to take care of. It didn't come easy though. He had to promise to leave her alone after the baby was born and pay her a large sum of money. 

" I don't care, Sam. I never wanted it. So get it and yourself out of my room, please. " Seraphine pulls out her phone and starts typing away. 

" Y/G is not an ' it '. Sam seethes protectively. 

A nurse walks towards him. " I'm going to take this cutie to the infant nursery. You'll be able to see Y/G in a little while after I get Y/G all cleaned up and ready. " The nurse softly takes the small baby from Sam's arms and slowly walks out of the room, towards the door. 

" Yeah...whatever. I don't care. Just get out now. I will call hospital security if you don't get out. " Seraphine says stiffly as points to the hospital room door. 

" Sir, I am going to have to ask you to leave. " Another nurse says to Sam as she walks towards Seraphine. 

" You're rotten, I hope you know that, Seraphine. I'll have someone come in here with the papers for you to sign. " Sam walks out of the room with rage burning through his body. How could anyone refuse their child? 

It doesn't matter. I'll always be there for Y/G.

" Where's the nursery? " Sam asks a passing nurse. 

" Down the hall, sir. " The nurse smiles while pointing towards the nursery section.

Sam nods and thanks the woman before walking towards the nursery. Sam shoves his hands in his pockets and scans his eyes over the small babies before his eyes land on one. The baby is wrapped in an F/C blanket. The baby's E/C eyes are closed as Y/G quietly sleeps. Sam's rage slowly calms as he looks at his child in adoration. 

" Which one's yours? " A man asks as he glances up at Sam. 

Sam's eyes widen in surprise. He was so busy thinking, he didn't know that anyone was standing next to him. " Oh, Winchester. Right...there. " Sam points to the tiny child. 

The man smiles. " Cute. Mine's over there. Williams. " The man points to a little newborn boy wrapped in a green blanket. 

" Oh. He's adorable. " Sam compliments. 

" Thanks. Is Y/G your first? " The man asks. 

" Yup. And yours? " 

" Yeah. My wife and I've been trying for a little over a year. " The guy holds out his hand to Sam. " Jake. " 

" Sam. " Sam nods. 

" Sammy!! " Sam turns when he hears his name being called. Sam smiles at his brother and the group of people around him. 

The guy, Jake, waves his goodbye before he walks off with a nurse. 

" Hey, Dean. " Sam greets. 

" Where's my Niece/Nephew? " Dean asks. " I brought a few things. " Dean nods to a large number of objects in his arms. Toys, stuffed animals, and of course, a pie. And a tiny baby pie. 

" A little? Dean, it looks like you bought the entire aisle at a store. " Sam jokes. 

Dean shrugs. " It doesn't matter how much I got. Now, where's my Niece/Nephew? " 

Sam rolls his eyes but smiles and points to the newest edition of the Winchester family. 

" Dang. Y/G's so adorable! " Dean says happily while looking down at his new Niece/Nephew. This is very strange. Dean normally isn't so...this way. " Tell me again, are you sure this is your kid? " Dean asks Sam. 

" Oh, stop it, ya idjit. " Bobby slaps the back of Dean's head. 

Dean mutters an ' ow ' but remains looking at the baby. 

" Oh, Sam, Y/G's so cute! " Jo smiles as touches the glass. She chats cheerfully along with Dean. 

" Good job, Sam. " Ellen compliments. " Y/G's a beautiful child. " 

" Thanks, Ellen. " Sam smiles. 

" Did you talk to Seraphine? Did she change her mind? " Bobby asks. 

Sam sighs. " No. She's still the same selfish woman she was when I met her. " 

" That bit-" Dean begins but Ellen cuts him off. 

" Dean Winchester! " Ellen scolds. 

" Dean, don't swear. I thought that we were working on this. You can't keep swearing anymore, especially now that Y/N's here. " Sam says sternly. 

" Y/N? That's a nice name. " Castiel says, finally speaking up. He seemed to have been in deep thought the past few minutes. 

Sam smiles. " Thanks. Y/N Y/M/N Winchester. "

" Beautiful. " Ellen smiles. " That's a beautiful name. "

Sam nods. 

I'll stay with you, little N/N. Even if your mother doesn't. 

Crowley

Half a Year Old

" Send the hounds. " Crowley says dismissively as he boredly flips through a magazine on his throne. 

" Yes, sir. " Crowley's demon servant, Marvin, nods before hurrying off. 

Crowley spends the next hour on his throne, trying to amuse himself. He throws darts at his servants, prank-calls random demons in different tones, and even spies on the Winchesters. 

" S-sir? " A demon says shakily. 

" What is it, Marvin? Can't you see I'm busy? " Crowley asked rudely while pointing to the empty air around him. 

" S-sorry sir. " Marvin stutters. 

After a few moments of silence, Crowley rolls his eyes. " Did you just come in here to stare at the ground? My ground? I don't have time to waste just watching you stare at my ground. " 

" I am so sorry. There, um, there was a problem with the hellhounds. " Marvin mutters. 

Crowley leans forward. " What? I can't hear you, Marvin. No one can hear you. Who are you talking to? Me or the ground? " 

" There was a problem. " Marvin says louder. 

Crowley waits for the demon to elaborate. Nothing happens. " What was the problem? " Crowley asks. He's getting more and more annoyed by the second. 

" The hellhounds killed Margot Lylard as you ordered, but, " Marvin sighs. " There was a complication. " 

Crowley gestures to Marvin to continue talking.

" There was a child there. " Marvin spits out. 

" So..." Crowley asks. " You came to me why? There have been people with children in the past. " 

" That's the thing...the hellhounds wouldn't...attack it. They just...left. Left the child alone. And...no one here wants to...take it out since..well, the hellhounds didn't kill it. " Marvin gestures for a woman to walk in. She holds a child away from her body as she walks into the throne room. The woman places the baby in the middle of the room on the rug leading to the throne and quickly leaves. 

" Bubdahmha. " The baby gurgles while patting the ground under Y/G. The baby giggles while looking around the room. The baby starts crawling towards Crowley, babbling to Y/Gself with small squeals and giggles along the way. 

Crowley looks down at the small child with a blank face and cold eyes as it nears him. " Stop. " Crowley commands at the baby. 

The baby makes a face and ignores Crowley, still crawling towards the King of Hell. The baby grabs at Crowley's pant legs and pulls. " Dapuhama. " The baby frowns when Crowley does nothing but stare. " Dapuhama!! " The baby frowns and dismisses the king. 

" Just so you know, you filthy little human, I am the King of Hell. You cannot just simply walk..well, crawl I suppose, in here, and touch me with your filthy hands. " Crowley growls. 

The baby looks up at Crowley with a small grin. " Gaga goo. " 

" Humans these days. They think they're free to do as they please. " Crowley rolls his eyes. He looks up at Marvin. " Go make yourself useful and find something to do. I'll find something to do with this...human. "

" Yes, sire. " Marvin runs out of the room without a second thought. 

Crowley looks down at the baby. " What's your name, little one? Huh? You're very sassy, and I do not like the way you look at me. As if you're greater or something. " 

The baby doesn't respond but leans back against Crowley's legs. The baby shoves Y/G's tiny fist in their mouth. 

" In a strange way...you're kind of adorable. " Crowley lifts the child who looks at him with a cute little grin. Y/G's sparkling E/C eyes crinkle slightly when they smile. " I think I'll keep you. You seem like an interesting child. If I don't know your name, I shall name you something. How about...Dylan? No. Too...not my type of name. Marley? I don't like that for a first name. Y/N. Perfect. You are now Y/N Y/M/N Crowley. Wonderful. We shall conspire together once you grow up to an appropriate age. Yes, we will. " 

We will have so much fun planning together. 

[yuikomorii]

I don't know if it's just me or not, but I've noticed recently that the number of Yui fans and defenders has increased compared to the previous years 2017-2018, and I can't help but feel happy about this💖💖.

// Tbh, I’ve never seen that much Yui hate, therefore I was quite surprised when people told me that she was actually hated. I saw some mean posts about her a few years ago, but I always saw those as a modality to seek attention

I also remember reading some negative YouTube comments about her recently, and I know there were a lot of cringe Wattpad fanfics, that portrayed her as mean, but those are most likely children, so it’s not worth fighting with them. They will realize at some point that hating on fictional characters is dumb.

I do admit that Yui is a flawed character, and I can see why people don’t like her, yet I will never understand the whole “she’s weak” and “she never fights back” takes, because they’re just wrong. In the games, she DOES try to fight back and she DID try to escape, but ended up failing.

I really like how Ayato, Kou and Yui got more fans in these past few years too! I wonder if Rejet will dare to release Ayayui merch, given that they’re very desired. But, if they do, that would most likely be overpriced, oof. As for defenders, I think some people in the Western Fandom are a bit too hardcore about it? I mean, I will always defend Yui if someone victim blames her or if they mischaracterize her, yet some of her actions are indeed very toxic and stupid, therefore I can’t see how some people are able to defend those. At the end of the day, all DL characters are pretty twisted and you probably wouldn’t like to have a person with such behavior around irl.

[l0mljeonjungkook]

Odd One Out | JJK / KTH / KNJ

⋙ Summary - Being friends-with-benefits with Jungkook was already messy until the universe introduces him as your stepbrother.

Namjoon has your heart in his clutches, and pity he's getting married soon.

And, Taehyung, is just not interested in your sister.

⋙ pairing: Taehyung x reader -? / Namjoon x reader -? / Jungkook x reader -?

⋙ rating: 18+

⋙ genre: fake dating to lovers, childhood bestfriends; fluff, angst, smut (more to come, won't reveal yet... Shhhh🤫)

⋙ warnings: no warnings in the prologue, will be added in future chapters.

⋙ word count: 1.7k+

A/N - I really have forced myself to post this, my sis (pain in the ass) too though, thank you B, for motivating me, and iloveyou. So, I hope you guys enjoy reading this, though it's just a prologue but do set a base for the series. I'd very much appreciate your feedback, it'll motivate me to no extent. Do leave your thoughts. And, thank you, angels, for reading💕

Also, cross-posted on Wattpad and ao3

Masterlist | series masterlist

PROLOGUE

Instagram, scrolling through it makes you cringe. The worst app, a zone for the nerds posting pictures or say it vaunting their spotless, seemliest, apt snippets exclusive of their messy life behind the camera. That’s what every walking moneybag, tycoon, and trouper does on this shitty app.

It’s one of the reasons you hate this app.

Right now, you ain’t scrolling for any baron or trouper or any love birds from your friends' group to pop on your screen. Clicking on this app seconds ago once your dad and mum left your room, intending to search for the one your father happily informed you, his exact words - “Well, I’m sure kid you’ll like him”, he was beaming, and studying his face, this one might be the one, he seems in no doubt.

And, that beam on his face makes you want to search --- Will Carter, you’re sure, you heard that name before yet can’t recall.

Your stepdad made an arrangement or just call it a blind date for you to meet this person, just another silk-stocking of New York City.

Apparently, it’s Saturday evening, and you’re so in for meeting new guys for the sake of your heart. If anything, you want to think about the one who will love you back one-sided love is shriveling your heart into a raisin. Only love can swell it back which has evaporated from it or say you've poured it on the one who never needed yours.

Whys and Wherefores, about clicking on the app with the end to gain some deets about Will Carter. Your date. Because this Instagram is good for nothing but stats about the one who posts their flashy life on here.

That's how you're left, bottoms up, zero drop left. For the sake of your shrinking to-raisin heart, you want to move out of the barricade you kept yourself into.

If that means, taking a step and meeting the silk stockings of New York City, you're ready with a pure vibranium shield like the one Captain America holds. However, with a slight change, no star but a heart in the center. 

And before you get a chance to search deets on, your date tomorrow, on the app, with zero intentions, zip anticipation, and no image of the two men in your head, the picture popped on your phone’s screen makes your eyes shine but that shine fades seeing his love by him.

Posted three minutes ago it’s written below... the caption says - She said YES!

Now, coin it as the second reason to hate this app.

Okay, so thing is, USA’s most eligible bachelors, majestically statuesque with hearts brimming with goodwill, shockingly - befall upon you to be the most treasured men in your life. It’s stimulatingly the most unbelievable truth of your life.

The Foxy Holy Trinity is what your heart screams upon seeing them together.

The first one, Kim Namjoon, whose girlfriend said YES, minutes ago. So, nothing is arduously uneasy for you when it comes to him, merely thinking about him pumps your frozen blood into sweltering, circulating to every corner of your body. The man you yearn for and envy his girlfriend for being by him every time you eye the two. Whether on news articles or social media each time you log in to your account, it's not uncommon for their picture to pop up.

Not only he’s the CEO of the KIMS Group, one of the globe’s largest companies in the video game industry but also he’s the Romeo of your life. It’s not only you who envy his girlfriend of six years, there are uncountable single women out there wishing to spend a mere night with him well some drool over his money. However, that’s not the case for you. Neither his money nor his body is what you drool over, lets's just tag the latter one on you, howbeit never for just a night.

It’s a bit late for him to propose to her when you thought he might have done that. This also means you had time to go on your knees for this man with a platinum ring and propose to him.

Shame you’re late.

Shame, there’s no one like him.

Shame, even if there is, he ain’t your Romeo.

The picture your eyes are flukily glued on, is a picture of him, his girlfriend Heejin - now fiance, and your childhood best friend. Namjoon, on his knees holding her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles with so much content in his twinkling brown eyes and smile touching them. Heejin looks happier than ever you’ve seen her. And, why won’t she?

You didn’t know you were crying until a tear streaks silently down your cheeks, blurring your vision, you quickly wipe it off. But a smile swipes on your face, wiping away the ache of your heart upon seeing your best friend, Kim Taehyung. He looks high under the starry sky on the cruise, wearing a champagne tuxedo, holding a flute of champagne in the air, between his fingers while staring at the couple, broadly grinning.

The second - Kim Taehyung, the man with an angelic face who has been cherished by you, to no extent among the three men in your life, is your childhood best friend. Also, brother of the former man, the love of your life. He’s been with you in all those darkest rooms when you gave up on yourself when you were left alone like a doormat yet he picked you up, hugged you wiped off your tears until his shirt soaked in tears until you left with zero, cleansed your brain once flooded with agony and fed you with affection until one day his dream came between you two. In situations where you zipped your lips from letting out stuff even to your mother and sister, it was him who stayed by you.

Everything was glittery until the enormously thick granite wall of his dream stood between your friendship. Following his dream is something that was meant to be.

Sanely, still pointing imaginary daggers to the picture, you notice the cruise isn’t the one, Taehyung gave you a surprise birthday party on, it’s junior you reckon. Also, the smile on his face isn’t the same as your birthday, he was practically glowing that day.

Not only your heart but your uterus too, contracting awfully right now. Perhaps you’re PMSing randomly crying your heart out, you reckon. “Shit not tomorrow. Shit shit, how did it slip,” you twist for the drawer beside your bed, yank it open pulling out the norethisterone bottle, you’re pretty sure and it’s even written in bold to take one but you pop out four, eyes on the screen and swallow them without water. It pokes inside your throat but you’re blind in love, eyes fixed on him. 

Seems unfair to you, you’re currently clenching your fist, so terribly in pain, granted you’re alone and them - enjoying the night on cruise. You wish to be there, Taehyung invited you but you denied it, as a rule. It’s how you mechanically work, to keep yourself sane. On the flip side, regretting in the eleventh hour, and the next stop for you - to loathe yourself all over again for always choosing options that make you kick your guts out of the universe.

But that’s not your fault, declaring yourself guilty can’t be the third stair.

Wishing that you might have said yes, but you’d have to miss the date tomorrow and above all seeing them together would’ve only broken you to bits of a bit, and you’re not never up for that. 

After that dream proposal, you don’t know how to react, but one thing’s for sure beyond a doubt - being happy isn’t on the list. However, faking that is the first bullet. Pretending is left.

You feel, might throw up, trying to find patience when impenetrable thoughts congest your mind. Locking your phone, you hurl it off as far from your sight to the end of your bed, looking at how slackly you are at present, in such an awful ache you won’t bend to hoist it up.

Your teary eyes forcing your brain to erase the memory of the past few minutes, tend to search for something around your enormous room only to show you something for which you wish nothing but a Ctrl+D for piles of unfortunate memories that you no longer ought to warm. Because at that very moment, your eyes fix on the huge picture on the blank wall, chilling your warm blood, skipping your beats, and choking breaths. You never hide the distaste that gets mixed with your blood every time you catch the sight of that picture, and to be honest, it’s just growing.

A picture of your parent's wedding night.

You lie down huffing out a deep sigh, next second you close your eyes, finding him smiling at you, and again a tear courses down your eyes melting away into your hairline, God these mood swings will be the end of me.

The third, once precious but now you change your route upon seeing him, Jeon Jungkook, where will you start about him? Once a friend twisted into a stepbrother by the grace of fate. It's that awfully easier for anyone to understand but to you - it's another dreadfully unpleasant memory marked on the darkest corner of your soul for the rest of your life

Although you're to be blamed for it.

Ache, written gracefully in your story.

It almost dies you, curling your toes and curling your trembling fists at the same time, every time your brain takes you to fly back to the time when there was something more. It gets hard to face, but that’s your reality, now.

So, these men are out of your league, given the reasons.

One is engaged today.

The other one, your best friend, you never saw him in the way your mum wants you to see him, perhaps it’d be impossible for you to even envisage such an irrationally illogical future with him and surely beyond your senses. It will only create awkward situations and complex everything in between.

For the third one, you won’t say much, barely two words popping in the back of your mind, to burn the bridge of imagination - moonshot.

Tomorrow it’s date night, and your period cramps are making you think if you’ll even see the light of day.

[urbigsockssmell]

Monster - Chapter 2.

Male! Wendigo x Female! Reader

Summary: In your last moments before death, you make a deal with the Devil himself. To provide it with as much food as you can from your butcher job to save your life and the lives of everyone around you. Even if it knows the amount of food you can give it still won't be enough, it goes along with your plan for whatever reason of curiosity it has.

DISCLAIMER!!! YOU CAN ONLY CONTINUE READING THIS BOOK ON WATTPAD AND AO3 UNDER @UrBigSocksSmell AND THE BOOK IS CALLED "Monster" UPDATES WON'T BE HAPPENING HERE ON TUMBLR ONLY THERE!!!

No real trigger warnings here if you dont count paranoia, some form of anxiety atacks mentioned and stalking I suppose.

"No, Mom, boyfriends don't come out of thin air." You scolded her over the phone while bits of bread crumbs spilled from your mouth and onto the already dirty tile floor.

"But what about Charles? He's single, right? Or maybe--" You cut her off, having swallowed the bite of food before she could talk any more nonsense.

"Mom, stop trying to hook me up with Charles. How many times do I have to tell you that he's only just a friend to me?" You were getting severely annoyed and angry at her as so many times you have before when having this sort of conversation.

"Fine, fine, but just know I said that about Martha when we were just friends." She put an emphasis enclosure on her last words and you guessed she did quotation marks as well. You had to roll your eyes in your chair at her comment while taking another bite.

It wasn't uncommon for her to all of a sudden mention a boyfriend when she called you on your lunch break and it was starting to get immensely annoying. You were sitting in your shop, far back where the meat was served and the people couldn't see you, eating a baloney sandwich from the market down the street while talking to your mother over the phone. Today wasn't good but wasn't bad either. It was good on the part of how many few customers there were and that you were finally able to relax from some non-specific person in mind. But it was bad when it came to how boring it was at work and how the outside felt like walking straight into a tornado.

"Now that you mentioned Martha, how is she?" You tried switching up the conversation from that embarrassing topic.

She chuckled before responding and it sent a sort of vibrating sound through the telephone. "She's doing well. She said that there's an action movie she heard about that she'd love to see with you. It was something called like 'Battle of the Manticores' or some shit like that." A light chuckle was heard from you at her cursing.

You got up from your chair, it making a squeaky sound on the floor that you cringed at, and were about to go and throw the plastic the sandwich was wrapped in while still having some food substance in your mouth.

"Y-Y/N?" Her sudden call-out made you perk up while walking and make a light 'mmh' sound for her to continue. "I've, umm, I've h-heard what happened at the town's square..." Her voice was low and nervous and the jittery tone she had before vanished as the tension slowly thickened. You stopped in your tracks and had to swallow down the lump in your throat and not just from the meat and bread that was in your mouth.

It's been a couple of days, maybe about a week since that.. incident. News had spread about it, everyone talked around and even articles were written of it possibly being a serial killer on the loose. It was clearly a cash grab at twisting the frightening truth but there still could've been a possibility. There could even be a possibility of another corpse hiding around yet to be discovered.

You've recovered since then. I mean, it wasn't anything that serious, just a dead scary-looking animal that made people vomit at just the look of it. Instead, everyone including you, was worried about what had caused it and if they posed a threat to the town. Who could've mauled down that corpse in such a disturbing and vicious way? Just a normal animal from the forest everyone's dramatizing to monetize? A psychotic human?..A monster? And if it had done that much bloodthirsty harm to just one animal, possibly and most likely more, what would it do to the entire town?

Nobody knew and it was the cause of all the nightmares you had ever since. Nightmares that made you face death itself. It just didn't help that even outside, in your already sleep-deprecated life, did the presence of death feel real. Even now when you were having a private conversation with your mother did the feeling of watchful white eyes of death on you every second never disappear.

In your desperate attempt to try and forget about it, you never mentioned it once to anyone, and for your mother to suddenly bring it up made every emotion you felt at that moment crawl back and shiver up your spine.

"H-Honey? You still there?" Your mother caught on to how quiet you had become. She could've never known how much all of the color you had on your face drained down and made you pale as a ghost.

"Where did you hear about it?" Your tone only thickened not only the tension but also the fear and worry in your mother.

"A-a friend of mine told me... " You continued walking while holding all your focus on her words and gripping the black Nokia phone tight with both of your hands. "She said that there was an animal eaten alive down at the town's square and that nobody knew where it came from and how it was caused." At the end of her sentence, you were about to throw the peace of plastic in the bin when you realized your coworker had forgotten to throw out the trash. At any different moment in time, you would've rolled your eyes at him in annoyance and groaned out at the newfound chore. This moment was different, it felt... unusual like something wrong was going to happen. It was something you had done so many times before but now that all the fear was back lashing on your trembling bones, it felt like something different had to happen.

"I was wondering what you have to say about it." Your footsteps echoed around the room on the tile floor and made you feel cautious about everything. It was only to go and throw out the trash your forgetful coworker left but now it almost felt.. unsafe.

"I-It was probably nothing. Just some animals killing other animals like nature made it be like." That was true, at least it was the truth you wanted to believe in and have been telling yourself for the entire week.

"You're probably right but.." The breeze of a chilly wind on your face made you feel cold when you opened the door to the back alleyway.

The alleyway was huge, it had graffiti around the brick walls, burned-out cigarettes and syringes probably used for drugs decorating the musty concrete floor. It was a very hidden and creepy place, near Rushell's dark forest, far where the sun didn't hit, and behind all the shops. It just wasn't fun that even within such a closed space, the tornado-like wind still had to torment you. One of the reasons why you didn't like visiting the place was how dark it was. You always feared something being in there, either a creep or something from the forest like a.. monster. There was some form of light, it being the street light towering over you and the various lights from the buildings, but even that didn't help in uncovering the white eyes lurking in the shadows.

"I don't know, I'm just worried about you, honey." You could barely make out her voice from the annoying and loud wind that made your hair run all over the place and roughly hold the Nokia phone with both hands. You opened the green and rusty dumpster as quickly as possible and threw the rubbish directly into it. It smelled horrible when you opened it as if accompanied by all of the cats and raccoons that ran away from the outburst of sound was a terrified skunk. You still felt the feel of how dirty the dumpster was even when you turned around and were ready to go back to where you came from.

"What do you think it is?"

That sudden question from your mother wasn't the only thing that made you pale in your tracks and taste a familiar bitter taste in your mouth.

It was almost nostalgic. To feel the same feeling you felt back then, minutes before, and again now. That same horror in your eyes, that same paleness in your face, and that same shiver hugging your spine. It wasn't anything that bloody and gory looking this time but it almost made you drop your phone into pieces. It was.. inhumane. No human or animal you knew existed could've done the havoc that was caused on the metal door of the butcher shop. There were claw marks ingrained on it and ripping the rusty metal like something was trying to get in. They were huge and reminded you of something only dinosaurs could make, huge as in whatever caused it could grab your entire face in just one of its hands. You feared touching the door handle now, scared of whatever caused it to jump out at you when you opened it. The damage done couldn't have been made by a cat or a raccoon, just the marks alone were twice their size, big, and the being..  could probably chew them up with just one bite... Was it ..trying to get in and eat--

"What do you think it is?" Your mother repeated herself.

It was a pause for a breath of air that felt like it lasted forever when you gathered your thoughts.

"I don't know.."

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I must announce that this book hit over a 100 reads on Ao3 within A FUCKING WEEK!? I am in shook. W. T. F. Thank you all for reading this book, I am thankful that you clicked on my work out of all the books out there. (Totally didn't steal Chad Chad's outro) Please leave any sort of feedback, as a beginner author it will help me graciously. And please tell me if the build up and paranoia is accecutaed goodly.

I will probably be updating this book on a schedule weekly. It took me a week to write this chapter, with the amount of editing a had to do so I'm thinking of posting a new chapter every Friday or Saturday. I am not that busy at the moment with school and outside activities so it works out perfectly for me. Or I'll make it so I update every ten days like I saw someone posting on Wattpad do I don't know. It's still just an idea and I need to seriously do a lot more research on Wendigos so I can get as accurate as possible.

Have a lovely day, you deserve it because you made mine by just living and reading my display.

[grimy-cat]

Hello! Here is my request! Can you do a Sunny x ghost reader[btw I have seen your Wattpad lol]

oh jesus i cringe everytime i re read it anyway here u go

Sunny w/ a ghost!reader HCs

TW: Death, ‘Suicide’, Trauma, angst lmao

(Since you mentioned my wattpad, I’ll make it based off the dead reader one..god help me i love angst)

Similar to HellMari, you as a ghost would scare the absolute hell out of him.

(Minus the exaggerations Sunny’s mind would play on him)

He loved you and he killed you.

His sister doesn’t look at him the same anymore. She knows the truth yet she’s quiet about it.

She wants to protect the friend group from having their hearts more broken than they already are, she wants to protect her brother.

Basil is aware too. He treats Sunny like fragile glass like one wrong word, one wrong move, will cause him to shatter into unfixable pieces

He doesn’t want to go outside and face the friend group after what he did, he wants to stay in his fantasy world, where everything is okay.

Where you’re alive, when everyone’s mental state is before you “killed” yourself.

Mari doesn’t let him though, she doesn’t want him to destroy himself from the inside out.

Every night if he’s not in that dreamworld, he’s being plagued by nightmares of you.

Hallucinations follow him around like pests, whenever he looks into the bathroom mirror..

He sees you behind him with a deformed neck and a horrifying look.

So he’s not sure if you’re one of those hallucinations or you’re actually there, standing at the bottom of the stairs.

The fear and guilt that’s he struck with when he looks down at you from the top of the stairs is unbearable. His mind instantly brings him back to when it happened.

The fear almost renders him immobile, almost. He ran back to his room and hid under the covers, trying to get back to his dream world and the hallucination will be gone in the morning.

But it doesn’t go away, because it’s not an hallucination. It’s you.

Not in flesh and blood but with translucent skin, a ghost.

It takes him a while before he can actually approach you at night.

Even then, he can’t look at you in the eye.

The last time he did was when you were swaying in the wind with your feet hovering over the ground.

Eventually you tell him that you’re only here because of unfinished business.

His mind races and he thinks about what you could mean about “unfinished business”.

It’s been four years since Sunny killed you and all of a sudden you show up? Just now?

“Sunny, I’ve seen you suffer for so long because of what you did. Even though you murdered me, I just wanted to let you know that I forgive you.”

“Find the strength to forgive yourself like I’ve forgiven you, and move on with your life. It’ll be difficult, but I believe in you Sunny. You’ll always be my friend.

And with that, you disappeared.

That was your unfinished business.

To comfort Sunny, a selfish boy that had murdered you.

You were always kind and perfect compared to him, a selfish murderer who can’t even look his friends in the eye. Your friends.

But you believe in him. After four years, he finally starts to forgive himself.

He found the strength to forgive himself.

He found the strength to save Basil.

Sunny found the strength to come clean about your death.

Your murder.

[unch4rtedwxters]

a/n: ooh charlatteo's back!! but they're ✨in the past✨! divider credit to @cafekitsune.

warnings: PREFACING THIS BY SAYING IT’S POC APPROVED – DON’T YELL AT ME PLEASE! or charlotte, for that matter. she was younger and wasn’t taught how to be respectful. other than that, i don't think there's any warnings! tell me if there are tho, i might've missed one or two lol.

word count: 705

wattpad link

✦ 𝙹𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 ✦

I sit at my desk as the ship sways with the sea.

The rest of the crew left for the land to the town near here a few hours ago, and I opted to stay behind, for fear that I’ll be recognized and brought back to the palace.

I sigh and stare, boredom filling me to the brim.

There’s suddenly a more aggressive wave and the ship sways a little harder. I hear something clunk loudly inside a drawer, and I open it curiously.

A beat-up journal with a bright pink cover lays inside and I grin lightly: it’s my diary from when I was little– maybe five or six?

The first page says, in huge, messy cursive letters:

THIS JOURNAL BELONGS TO PRINCESS CHARLOTTE THORNTON

I leaf through the pages, cringing slightly at my obnoxious joy in most of the entries.

One in particular catches my eye.

It’s maybe midway through the journal and is titled JUNE 13. I guess I didn’t think putting the year was important…

The entry reads:

Dearest journal,

Today was a really fun day!! I went dress shopping with Miss Cynthiaッ! I got a really pretty yellow dress that sparkles a lot. But then afterwards Miss Cynthia sent me to the playgrounds while she traded and stuff. But!! While I was there I met this boy…

~~FLASHBACK~~

The bun that Miss Cynthia put my hair in hurts.

A lot.

But I’m not allowed to take it out because it’s rude… I think that’s really stupid.

I sit on a warm wooden bench and kick my legs back and forth.

I have to wait here for Miss Cynthia and it’s really boring because all the parents of the kids are telling their kids that I’m the princess and to leave me alone.

I’m not even wearing my crown!!!!!!

Someone taps on my shoulder.

I turn my head to see a short, messy haired boy with freckles and skin that make him look like an almond chocolate piece.

Chocolate Boy says, “Hiya! D’you wanna play??”

I’m kinda surprised! He’s the only kid here who’s actually talked to me instead of saying something dumb like “Your Highness” and doing a little bow.

“Okay!” I tell him enthusiastically and jump off the bench, chasing after the boy, who ran away almost as soon as I first said yes.

We run around the playground for what feels like forever until Miss Cynthia comes back.

She sees me running with my new friend, Chocolate Boy, and has this look on her face I’ve never seen on her before.

She looks… angry.

But why? I’m finally having fun with a kid my age. Is it so wrong for a princess to be friends with a regular kid?

“Princess Charlotte!” she calls, and everyone in the vicinity turns to look at me and Chocolate Boy. Everyone bows except for the boy and I try to hide behind the blonde strands of hair that fell out of my bun while we were running.

“Hiya, Miss Cynthia!” I say with a smile, hiding my embarrassment as well as I can.

“Oh, dear, there you are! I was wondering where you had gone. Come now, we must be going back to the palace,” Miss Cynthia says as she drags me away from my friend and back to the carriage.

“But…” I trail off when I realize I won’t be able to stop Miss Cynthia. “I want to say bye to my friend!”

“Oh, sweetheart…” Miss Cynthia sounds a bit funny and I don’t know what the emotion in her voice is. “He’s not your friend. A wonderful princess like you has friends that share her status. He’s a commoner, not nearly good enough for a friend of the heir princess.”

“Well, then I don’t want to be the heir princess anymore,” I grumble, crossing my arms as I get in my seat in the carriage.

~~FLASHBACK END~~

A soft smile spreads across my face as I realize the “Chocolate Boy” as I had – mildly rudely, might I add – dubbed him is really Matteo.

I wonder if he still remembers this.

He probably does.

He remembers a lot of things about me.

It’s one of the things I love about him.

©baguettes-and-biscuits | do not repost, copy, or translate on any other platform.

[morelikeravenbore]

imma be cheeky and ask for 3 and 4: what’s your favourite lines of narration and dialogue? 💚

Well hello there, small green gremlin, and what a wonderful trench coat you have on today!

Thanks for the question! I'm answering yours first because I thought it'd be the easiest. Plot twist: it was hard af (that's what she said.)

✨ Favourite narration. I loove writing prose. One of my biggest inspirations is L. M. Montgomery and the way every single paragraph she writes is just stunningly beautiful — not that I dare compare myself to a talent like hers, but bloody hell, nothing else inspires me quite like her work does.

I remember being stoked on this description of Hogsmeade when I first wrote it, and I don't cringe reading back on it so, that's a good sign, I guess.

Like everything in the Scottish Highlands, Hogsmeade village appeared to have grown right out of the earth itself, all mossy-greens and earthy-browns as if its architects had been garden gnomes and fairies. Rows of precariously leaning shopfronts lined the cobbled streets, their facades reaching toward the sky like twisted tree trunks, crooked and uneven. Aurélie would not have been surprised to learn that Hogsmeade hadn't been built at all, but grown from the soil up. Where she'd come from, everything had been pink, not green. Her home of Toulouse, whose magnificent terracotta buildings had given it the nickname La Ville Rose, was a far cry from the rugged wilds of Scotland. Though, much like Hogsmeade, Toulouse was a maze of narrow streets, there was nothing organic about the Pink City; everything within it had been meticulously crafted, a living fairytale, a refined work of art that glowed pink and gold whenever the sun set over its stunning facade. A rose quartz city, her mother used to call it. More starkly still, Beauxbatons had been clean and white, adorned with trimmings of gold and powder blues. Grand and imposing with its seven stories of gleaming alabaster marble, soaring windows and endlessly high ceilings, it had surely been built by angels, not garden gnomes. Taking in her surroundings, Aurélie was certain there were no Baroque carvings or gilded mirrors in the Highlands; no silk curtains or velvet sofas, no marble fireplaces or tapestries woven with unicorn hair, and surely when the sun set over the tiny magical village, there was not a shade of pink to be seen. And yet, for all its ramshackle structures and muddy roads, Hogsmeade was not without its charm; uneven and loud, yes - but alive. - How to Make a Villain, chapter 8.

✨Favourite dialogue. I freakin love writing dialogue nom nom nom, especially the flirty bickering between Sebastian and Aurélie. Its my favourite. I could write an entire book of nothing but these two pretending they're not into eachother. No plot, only banter.

Merlin, and here he was thinking that Anne had been the most exasperating girl he'd ever known. 'What rubbish!' she snapped, suddenly sounding very French again. 'You can't seriously believe that nonsense! I'm not going to turn into some soulless creature of darkness just because I want to keep my magic under control! What kind of ridiculous concept is that? What sort of Dark-Arts-loving nutjob wrote this book, anyway?' - Sebastian tried really, really hard not to laugh at this, - 'and why should I believe what's written in some crusty old book, anyway? You know what, just forget I told you anything about this whole stupid magic thing! I don't want to talk about this ever again! And don't you dare tell another living soul, Sebastian Sallow, or I swear -' 'Please,' he scoffed, 'who am I going to tell?' 'I don't know!' she burst out. 'All your girlfriends probably!' Sebastian choked. 'Girlfriends?' he spluttered. 'What girlfriends? You think I have girlfriends? Plural?' 'I don't know!' 'I don't even have one girlfriend, let alone several!' 'Well, you seem...' she gestured at him, visibly flustered, 'popular!' 'I'm not popular!' 'Well, I don't know, do I? I don't know anything about you, but you know all these secrets about me and I don't even know if you-' '-have a girlfriend?' 'No! I mean - that's not - I don't care if - that was just an example!' - How to Make a Villain, chapter 11.

OOP OKAY THIS WAS LONG. THANKS AGAIN FOR THE QUESTION. SORRY IF I WENT OVERBOARD LOL.

How to Make a Villain: wattpad | ao3

[bingbongsupremacy]

Bullies

Pairing: Brother Dean and Brother Sam x Platonic!younger sister reader

Warnings: Very cringe and short. I wrote this when I was in middle school. Originally from Wattpad.

Summary: Your older brothers come to your rescue when they discover you've been dealing with bullies.

*Not Proof Read* Supernatural

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Girl Reader's P.O.V.

" Look who it is, the girl with no friends. What's her name again? Winpester or something? " Lucinda Mills, one of the meanest people on earth snickers with her friends as I walk past her.

I keep my head down, hoping she'll leave me alone. I've only been here a few days, but she decided to make my life miserable. Dad and the boys have been trying to track down a nest in the local area, but they're having a tough time finding it. The longer they take trying to find where the nest is, the longer I have to stay here at this school. I don't want to be here any longer.

I'm all alone in this new school. I haven't made any friends, not that I'd be able to keep in contact with them if I did. We move around way too much for me to be able to keep friends for long.

Sammy's in the high school that's a few blocks away and Dean doesn't go to school anymore, so I'm all alone in this middle school. I wish I was older and able to go to school with Sammy or help hunt with Dean and Dad. I just have to get through this day.

" Hey, Winwhatever, come here. " Lucinda orders.

I try walking away and pretending I didn't hear Lucinda, but she walks up behind me and yanks my arm back.

" Look at me when I'm talking to you! If I tell you to do something, do it! " Lucinda yells, attracting unwanted attention.

I blush ferociously and look down at my feet. It's the end of school. I've had a long day, all I want to do is go to the motel and hang out with Sammy and Dean. " What do you want? " I ask nervously.

" Look at me. "

I hesitantly look up at Lucinda.

"Oops. " Lucinda ' accidentally ' bumps very hard into me. I lose my balance since I'm on the school curb and drop my binder onto the ground. My study flashcards fall to the ground and land in a muddy puddle. All the loose papers I had in my hands started blowing away in the small gusts of wind. " Pick everything up. Now. " Lucinda leans back on her heels and folds her arms as she nods for me to pick up all my dropped papers.

I nod stiffly and rush to pick up all my spilled work. I grab everything, but mostly all of my papers and flashcards are either sopping wet or crinkled.

" Looks like she obeys, that's good. Hmm, I like your jacket. " Lucinda says as I walk back to her. She pulls at the black jacket that Dean gave me earlier this week. " Give it to me. "

This entire time I've been silent and doing everything Lucinda says. I don't want to give up my jacket! No! " N-no. " I say sternly but shakily. I won't let her have my jacket.

" What was that you little pest? Did you say no to me? Did I hear that right, girls? " Lucinda asks her squad.

" Ooh, you heard that right, Luc. This brat doesn't want to listen. " Makenzie shakes her head at me.

" I thought I did. " Lucinda moves towards me. " I said, give me your jacket! " She orders.

" N-no! " I shake my head. " No. You can't have this jacket. No. " I stubbornly look up at Lucinda.

" Fine. I guess I'll have to take it then. " Lucinda pushes me back and I fall onto the hard, wet concrete. She rips my binder out of my hands and tosses it to the side. Her friends hold me down as she tears my jacket away from me. She picks my binder up again and drops it onto my lap. Her friends abandon me and stand back. While holding me down, they also messed up my hair and smeared mud onto my neck and face. I look terrible. I feel terrible. I just want to go home.

" You see what happens when you don't listen? Next time, it will be much much worse. " Lucinda warns as she looks at my jacket. She pulls a piece of leaf off the sleeve and tosses it to the ground. She puts on my jacket and turns around to show off to her friends. " Doesn't it look way better on me? Oh, I can't bear to see such good clothing wasted on losers like Y/n "

I wipe a stray tear that falls down my cheek. Why does this have to happen to me?

She glares down at me, a cruel smirk growing on her face. " Don't cry, you big baby. " She looks down at my binder. There's a stack of papers that are stapled together in the front pocket. " What do you have right here? Your paper is done? Wow, " Lucinda snatches my school paper on baseball player, Toni Stone, and flips through the pages. " you got that done fast. Hmm, I like it. I think I'll take it from you. " Lucinda starts ripping up my paper painfully slow. It was handwritten because I worked on it during study time and lunch...I was going to go home and transfer it to my computer...now I have to do it all over again! Lucinda drops the large pieces of my paper onto the ground. " Oops. What a shame. Such hard work...oh well. " Lucinda smirks.

" Hey! You! " My head snaps around when I hear Sam yell. Same never yells. He's usually the calm brother.

I see Lucinda's eyes widen. Her friends start mumbling about how cute my brothers are as they angrily walk towards us from across the street where Dad's Impala is parked.

" What do you think you're doing? " Dean asks Lucinda with a dark glare as the boys get closer.

" Um, nothing. Who are you? " Lucinda asks.

" It doesn't look like nothing. It looks like you're bullying my little sister. " Sam wraps an arm around my shoulders after helping me up.

" Y-you're related to Y/n? " Lucinda asks. Her eyes are glued to Sam.

I raise an eyebrow and shove my hands into my pockets because they're cold.

" Yeah. " Dean says in a ' duh ' tone. " She's our sister, as Sam said like three seconds ago, kid. Now, we've been here a few minutes, and we've seen what you've been doing. Let me tell you this, I don't like it. You don't get to mess with innocent little girls and get away with it, you hear me? " Dean spits.

" Um, we were just messing around? " Lucinda asks more than says.

" Were you? Really? Because messing around doesn't look like you shoving down Y/n, having your goons hold her down, and then ripping off her jacket. No. You were harassing and hurting our little sister. " Dean turns to Sam. " Now, I'm not tripping, right? This punk was messing with Y/n, right? "

" Yes, she was. " Sam nods in agreement.

" Y/n, what's this kid's name? Huh? " Dean asks while looking down at her threateningly.

" Lucinda. " I reply quietly.

" Okay, Lukillma or whatever, pick up the papers you so ruthlessly dropped. " Sam gestures to my torn-apart paper lying on the ground.

" W-what? " Lucinda asks.

" Pick up the papers. I mean, since you were the one who threw them on the ground, it's only reasonable that you pick them up. " Sammy replies innocently.

Lucinda looks like she's about to protest but she listens and embarrassedly picks up my torn-up paper.

" Now give it to me, please. Lukarmakiller. " Dean holds out his hand for the papers.

" Um, okay? " Lucinda hands the papers over to Dean.

" Look here kid, I don't want you messing with my sister, or taking any of her things ever again. If I find out you're giving Y/n any trouble, any trouble at all, even bumping into her on accident, I will turn your life into a living nightmare. Okay? You got that? That goes for all, " Dean gestures to every kid in the courtyard as he speaks. " of you. Every last one of you. I don't care if you accidentally drop one of Y/n's pencils, I will make your life terrible. Sammy, " Dean pats Sam's shoulder. " and I will make your life terrible. You got that? "

No one moves or speaks.

" Do you understand?! " Dean asks louder.

Mumbles, stiff, 'yes's' come from all of the kids.

" Good, now, I see you still have Y/n's jacket. " Sam says while eyeing my jacket that's still on Lucinda.

" H-here. " Lucinda tries to quickly take off the jacket but Dean stops her.

" No, we'll get N/N a new one. We don't want her catching anything from...what's your name again? Lucrazima? Lunightmare? Whatever, well, we don't want Y/n catching fleas or rabies or something. " Dean shakes his head.

Sam rolls his eyes. " You get rabies from a bite, not from sharing a jacket. " Sam points out.

" You know what I mean. Who knows what these kids carry around with them these days? " Dean points at Lucinda who blushes again. " We don't want Y/n to catch anything that could hurt her. Now, we've spent enough time here. Let's get going kids. "

I blush at my brothers' words.

" Yeah, c'mon Y/n. " Sam keeps his arm around my shoulder as he walks with me towards the Impala. Dean tosses my backpack and binder into the back of the Impala.

I look out the window after bucking up. All the kids are watching us, waiting to see what happens. Lucinda is dying in embarrassment.

" Why didn't you tell us that brat was messing with you? " Sam asks.

I shrug.

" Don't shut us out now, Y/n. That isn't how this is going to work. No. You need to tell us whenever those punks mess with you. Every time. We will make whoever hurts you, pay. I promise. " Dean glances back at me in the rearview mirror.

" I didn't want to...to bug you guys. You're busy looking for that nest, and I didn't want to bring you into my school problems. It was no big deal, I-I was doing fine by myself with those kids. " I mumble. I've always been a shy and quiet girl. I tend to be shyer and quieter when I get in trouble though.

" Look, you're not in trouble, kiddo. You just...I want you to tell us when kids are messing with you. That's not okay. Your problems are our problems. When one Winchester is messed with, all Winchesters are messed with. " Dean parks outside of a gas station/restaurant. " Will you tell us the next time someone's hurting you? Please? "

" Yeah..." I nod without looking away from my hands.

" Look me in the eyes and promise, Y/n. " Sam turns to me as he talks.

I sigh and look up at my brother. " Fine. I promise, Sam. I promise Dean. "

" Good. I love you, N/N. " Sam smiles.

" I love you guys too. " I smile. It's nice to see that the boys stood up for me. They didn't stand by and watch as I got bullied. They stood up for me even though I didn't ask them.

I love my brothers, and I don't know what I would do without them.

" Who wants some pie? " 

[emumumimimi]

Summary: you were about to go home after school with your friends. until your friend, the leader of the phantom thieves, messages you. saying how he wants to hang out. And it seems like he isn’t the only one.

Word count: 1.2k (+)?

Tags: goro/reader/akira, use of akira kurusu, ooc akira??? (idk im sorry T_T), cringe writing, goro and the reader r friends from da past

A/N: first time posting uhm go ez on me,,,,,,

The bell rings indicating the end of school. The once peaceful and quiet halls of Aoyama is disrupted by the sound of after school chatters and footsteps of the students. You were packing up your things when your friends already called you to go out.

“HEYYY ya done yet?” Ichigo asked, approaching your desk with her school bag hanging on her shoulder. “Dude, chill. I’m still packing up” you said, putting your paper and pencil case in your bag. “Yea Ichigo, chill. We don't shove our things in our bag like you do.” Aiko said, just finished putting their notebook inside their bag.

Ichigo just huffed and threw the two people the middle finger causing them to giggle. Finally done packing their things, they head out of the classroom to leave the school. The three friends walk through the halls when one of them asks something. “Y’all doing anything after school?” Ichigo asked the two. “No not really, though i need to buy some stuff my sis asked me” you replied. Aiko also said “same with her, why?”. “I wanna hang around the boba shop near school, you guys in?” Ichigo said. Both of you and Aiko agreed in unison, eager for a cold, sweet drink after school.

As you and your friends chatter and walk to the gate, you felt a buzz on your phone.

Tallass: hey!

Tallass: your school just finished right?

Oh! Its akira. You quickly replied to him, minding your steps when you descend the stairs.

Tallass: hey!

Tallass: your school just finished right?

Shortfuck: yep

Shortfuck: we headen out to get boba and just need to buy some things. Y

Aiko sees you texting someone. “Who that?” They asked, already peering over your shoulder. “Akira” you said, looking up and see the school gate nearby. “OH! Is that the black haired so-called “delinquent” you told about and he's actually really nice and the accusations are wrong?” Ichigo inputted in the conversation, looking at you across Aiko. You sigh, “yea, i mean i can get where some of the students come from but like, cmon” you said with a pout. “There there~” Aiko patted your back. “At Least he has some friends that seem to really care about him” Aiko says. “And handsome too” Ichigo chirped

Right when you're about to reply, your phone buzzes again.

Tallass: im outside your school.

Tallass: ill be waiting :)

Your eyes widen doubled take at the message, not expecting for akira to appear in your school, especially on how busy he seems this week from the “metaverse” as he says (your still a bit shaken up from the information of “persona” and the whole phantom thieves going on in his life. Yet, you still support him nonetheless). 

You stopped and showed your two friends the message you just received. Cheeks slowly turn red as you wait for them to finish reading the text. Both of them laughed and said “DAMN (NAME). LIVING THAT WATTPAD LIFE” Aiko giggled while Ichigo snickers next to them. “Ah yes, the basic ‘I fell in love with the delinquent and changed his way’” Ichigo added to Aiko's tease, still giggling. Feeling more embarrassed by their teasing, you quickly speed walk to the school gates and look for Akira, afraid that he might’ve waited too long.

As you arrived at the school gates, you see a somewhat small circle forming at the side of the gate. Thinking that it might be the person you’re looking for, you went through the crowd. You mutter a bunch of “excuse me” “sorry” as you went through the crowd. You also heard a bit of gossip after going through the crowd. Ranging from “who is he?” “is he a student here” “my god he's hot” you chuckled at the last part. Finally zooming past the crowd, you found the person you were chatting a minute ago. He stood tall, with his bag on his left shoulder, while his phone on his right hand as seeming to check if there's a new notification as such.

“A..Akira!” you called out, a bit shy at first but gaining courage at the last second. The moment he heard his name called from one of his favorite people, a soft smile grew on his face. “Hey, (name)” he said with a smile approaching you. “W-what are you doing here?” you stammer out your words, embarrassed from the attention you're getting right now. “We haven't really seen each other that much for a few weeks, so I thought this would be a good day to hang out?” he said “that is, if your not busy?” he smiled a bit, putting his hands in his pockets and leaning to you a bit.

A hand suddenly slung over your shoulder. “Hey Kurusu! Dontcha worry! You can have (name) for today. We can always get boba together next time” Ichigo said with a smile on her face. “Yeaaa! You and (name) have fun for today~” Aiko said from behind you, seemingly pushing you to Akira. “W-w-woah hey w-wait! I haven't said anything that much yet!!” you half yelled cheeks turning red again as you try to stop Aiko from pushing you to Akira. “Do you.. not want hang out..?” akira said, looking at you with puppy eyes.

You turn beet red from the way he looks at you. “No, I do want too! I just…” you start to mumble and look down. You look back at Akira and see the same glint in his eyes when he teases you. You were about to hit him for it when you heard a familiar voice from the other side.

“Omygod! Is that Akechi Goro?!”

The crowd now starts to grow bigger from the exclamation of that one student. Girls started to squeal and other start to bring out a paper hoping to get an autograph from the famous detective.

“G-Goro?!” you squeaked out not expecting another person to see outside your school.

“Hello (name)” Goro greets, approaching your group, a pleasant smile across his face. “Hello, Kurusu.” he also greets, though his tone seems a bit more sharper and lower but only you can notice, after hanging out with the detective a lot of times. “Akechi! Hello to you too” Akira greets Goro back, not minding the dark gaze Goro throws at him. “Goro….w-what brings you here..?” you turn to him and ask, cheeks turning red again. “I wanted to surprise you and hope I could perhaps walk you home since it's been long since we’ve talk” he said, his tone softer than he had with Akira.

“Dude.” Ichigo whispers from your left ear behind you. “y/n life. Literally.” Aiko added, also whispered to you from behind in your right here. You look at them with a glare and cheeks red. “Is that so? I also plan on to hang out with (name) today. In fact, we were about to leave!” Akira said to Goro, having an arm already on your shoulder. “Oh really? I think (name) can hang out with you another day. Right, (name)?” Goro counters back, a smile still on his face but seems a bit strained.

“Uhm… ahahaha… uh” you said, sweating and looking at the two men, fighting over who you will spend your afternoon with.

[glorytodroidkind]

Painting the Town

Oh this takes me back. This bad boy was the first oneshot I'd ever written for the series, and it was a request from Wattpad!

I have mixed feelings on this lol, it's cringy at times and it's just...I was just starting to understand them and. Yeah.

even tho it makes me cringe, it is special to me.

Pairing:

Adam x Human!Reader x Eve

(platonic with a sprinkling of pining)

"I have never seen so much white in one place," you groaned as you attempted to sketch a mural that would add more color to the copied city. Scattered around you were the rejected ideas. Everything from "you're my butter half" to the Jaws movie poster had been considered, but each of them had their problems.

   "Hey Y/N!" Eve called, practically leaping into your room. "Whatcha doing?"

You giggled at his antics and held up your current sketch-a Halloween mural, complete with floating candlesticks, jack o lanterns, and other spooky Halloween must-haves. "I've been doing a little bit of sketching, nothing much," you finally replied.

   "Wait, didn't humans eat pumpkins?" He asked. "That's what my brother told me at least, so why are those pumpkins not being eaten?"

   Inside, you cried a little because it had been forever since you had a good pumpkin spice latte or whatever. "Well, we do eat pumpkins, but we eat the insides. Has Adam not read about vegetable carving?"

"There is a seemingly endless pile of books I have yet to read. Surely you can't expect me to have read them all so quickly?"

You nearly jumped out of your skin at Adam's response. "Um, how long exactly have you been here?"

Adam chuckled lightly at your response. "Long enough time see your artwork, Y/N. Does the artwork have any purpose?"

"You mean like...does it help me live my life? No, I could live without it," you began. "But there's only so much white I can handle, and having even a splash of color, I don't know how to describe it exactly, but it makes me feel...happier? I have no idea."

   Adam was silent for a moment. "If it will help you with your morale, I suppose it would be...fun...to see this city pop with color."

  "Yeah!" Eve cheered. "We'll help you! Where do we start?"

This was how the three of you found yourselves painting a large mural in your room. The ceiling was painted to resemble the night sky, complete with an aurora borealis. Each of the walls was decorated to look like a holiday. The wall your bed was against was Christmas themed, with cute little penguins in Santa hats, a Christmas tree, and of course, reindeer. The wall opposite that was thanksgiving filled, which meant a lot of turkeys. The wall to the right of your bed was Halloween themed, and the one across from Halloween was Valentine's Day themed.

  "Thank you guys for your help today," you said when the task was finally completed. You then noticed Adam, who had red and green (and possibly white) paint stains on his usually clean white shirt. "Wait-Adam painted with us? And I didn't even have to convince him! This has got to be a dream."

Adam chuckled lightly at this. "No, I decided that it couldn't hurt to do what you humans used to call hands-on research this time."

  "Hey Y/N?" Eve questioned, red and pink paint splattered basically all over him. "What's the significance of all these hearts?"

  "Well, um, we set aside one day in the year, February 14, to really show your love and appreciation for someone else, whether it's romantically or not," you explained. "I've always thought it was kind of silly since you should always show appreciation for those you care about regardless of the day of the year."

Eve nodded, but you figured he'd ask you to explain it again sooner or later. Adam on the other hand was probably mentally noting the information immediately so he could read about it.

"How close are we to this Valentine's Day?" Adam asked at last.

"Depends. I haven't seen a calendar in who knows how long so I have no idea what day it is. I feel like it's closer to Halloween though."

"Is Halloween also a day to show your appreciation?" Eve questioned. You laughed a little at that.

"No, Halloween is about embracing the scary. You go through haunted houses, dress up in costumes, and demand candy in the dead of night," you explained.

Eve grinned. "That sounds awesome!" He exclaimed. "I want to celebrate Halloween now!"

"I am going to do some more research on the subject of Halloween," Adam stated as he calmly strode out of the room.

"Hey! You said you play a game with me later!" Eve exclaimed, chasing after him.

You chuckled as you watched them go. 'Be still my heart,' you thought, as you once again began daydreaming about what might happen if you dared to tell them exactly what you felt about them.

"Maybe next time..." you said quietly. "Next time I'll tell them."