#and I’m annoying and easily distracted so let’s b real I wouldn’t b quiet in the background

[rowanhoney]

predicament also due to the fact my friends and I are all creatives with day jobs and conflicting schedules

[husbandograveyard]

Hi! For the cliche box opening- Marco and fem reader, 21?

Hiya! Some of that gorgeous phoenix man coming right up! I don’t know why he’s getting more and more popular but daaanggg I am all here for it, he really is one of those slightly perfect men, pineapple andall! I hope you enjoy this dear!! 

This is a setup - Marco x Reader 

Cliche with Bae prompt #21: Blind date set up by friends  Character: Marco - Word Count: 1.9k 

You never really thought about dates and such. As a pirate, you had better things to do than occupy your mind with romance. You had the occasional crush, the occasional fling when docked on an island. Usually never something serious. You have had some crushes on your crewmates too, but never really acted on it. It’d feel a little weird. 

Right now the object of your crushing was your ship’s doctor and commander of the first division, Marco the Phoenix. His soft and gentle demeanor, combined with his strength, determination, and leadership skills made it hard to not fall for him. And well, you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t extremely good looking. His reading glasses being the cherry on top, a sight you were seeing more and more often lately. 

Whitebeard had appointed you Marco’s assistant, mostly since you were one of the more gentle, calculated and precise people on board. Ideal to assist the doctor with his herbs and medicines, since you made no mistakes. And well, spending long days and sleepless nights with him, preparing herbs, labeling medicine and just generally assisting him in the infirmary, sometimes even taking over command over the nurses whenever commander duties called him, surely had made you appreciate him even more. 

A crush was just that, and you didn’t want it all interrupting your duties. But it was nice to have someone to daydream about whenever there was a silent moment and your actual dreams were bringing you much joy, glad to wake up with the prospect of spending time with the one person that kept visiting in your dreams. But you kept to dreaming and dreaming alone, it was not worth trying, besides, there was not even the slightest indication of any mutual pining. No way you were going to ruin your favorite job on the ship so far just for the sake of a possible relationship. 

After a party on the Moby dick, you had been slightly intoxicated, you had confided in Ace about having a crush when he asked you something about the guy you left behind some islands ago. You had forgotten about him and had explained to Ace how you preferred short flings for the duration of the stay on an island, and in the meantime, you’d enjoy your crushes on the ship.

It had been a terrible idea to tell him because this man was so damn curious about your crush, he kept bothering you, even if the alcohol had no more influence after the party ended, just kept on bothering you for days on end. You kept explaining you preferred to not get involved with someone on the crew and put a real emphasis on the fact that nothing should be one-sided. After a while, they stopped bugging you. At least that is what it seemed like. 

When you were about to dock at the new island, you were hanging out with Izo on deck. He too was now aware of the little situation going on with Marco, but compared to Thatch and Ace, went a lot more subtle about the whole ordeal. “So, y/n, are you going to find some other fling here too, or is your mind a little too pre-occupied?” “I don’t know”, you answered truthfully, “I guess I wouldn’t mind something to distract my brain for a little bit. I’ve never had a crush last this long.” Izo hummed. “Well, I do know some people on this island? How about I find you a nice man, and arrange a date? Kind of a blind date thing? I promise I won’t set you up with some kind of weirdo. Just… to distract the brain, and that way you won’t have to go through a batch of well willing guys that are not worth your time.” 

You thought it over for a bit, the offer didn’t seem that bad. Worst case scenario you just had a bad date, but the chances of having a bad date were just as big if you went out and looked for someone by yourself. Besides, you did trust Izo and his judgment, so the date couldn’t possibly that bad. “You know what? Sure. One blind date. The second night we’re at the island so you have time to convince someone to do a blind date thing.” You laughed and Izo nodded in response. “Consider it done~ I’ll figure out the details with him and let you know as soon as I’ve met up and set it up.” “Perfect.” 

As promised, the next day Izo gave you the time and place of a small restaurant pretty close to the harbor. “No need to dress up too fancy, I told him it was very casual. That way you can see for yourself whether you want to hook up or just have a fun evening.” You thanked him for his consideration. You were feeling a little bad, something you had never done when going onto a date of any kind. It was not even like you never had done a blind date before. You looked over at the closed door of Marco’s cabin and felt a little pang in your heart. You shook your head, there was no way that was going to work out, so might as well make the best of it tonight. 

You spent most of the day distracting yourself with your chores, even taking on extra ones to make time pass faster. And it worked very well, you nearly forgot about the excitement of the evening when Ace asked you why you were still on the ship. You had completely lost track of time. Good thing the date didn’t require dressing up nicely, you just changed into the first clean set of clothes you could find inside your cabin, and then sprinted your way to the restaurant. You remembered Izo’s words, the first row of tables to the right in the corner, he had booked it for the date so you definitely wouldn’t miss it and sit by the wrong person. 

You walked the final feet to the restaurant, not wanting to arrive all out of breath. You were only a couple of minutes too late. It was embarrassing, but not too bad. Maybe your date was a little late too and you could both laugh about it. You walked in, turned to the right, looked at the corner… and frowned. The table was taken already, a familiar face looking surprised before smiling and waving you over. You reluctantly walked up there, and with every step you took, the realization sank in: Izo had been part of a set-up. You’d strangle him the moment you got back. 

“Hey Marco” You smiled as you sat down, the doctor smiling back at you. “Did you know..?” “No, y/n”, he laughed, “I’m afraid we both are victims of a set-up”. You nodded. “Well, we might as well make the best out of it?” “That seems like a plan, nice food in great company sounds like an ideal date to me- yoi” he winked at you as he said that, and you couldn’t stop your cheeks from heating up a little. 

You ordered drinks and food, and once you got over the initial awkwardness and the fact that you both had drastically been set up by your friends and crewmembers, the conversation started flowing. Starting off with things about the ship and such, since that’s what you always talked about when you were working together, but slowly evolving to more personal conversations, such as your pasts, your dreams, your goals, your hopes, and aspirations. It all seemed to flow so easily and you were just having so much fun. 

Marco was not only an amazing date to have deep conversations with, he was also a true gentleman and incredibly funny. You could almost feel your crush grow into something more right at that very dinner table. Or at least, the denial that it was nothing more than a crush was about to get thrown overboard. You were head over heels and that was not part of the battle plan. You were surprised to get kicked out of the restaurant hours later because neither of you had noticed just how long you had been talking, keeping up the waiters and such. 

The cold evening air hit your skin and you shivered. Before you could even move your hands up to rub your arms, you felt the fabric of his jacket being draped over your shoulders. You wanted to swoon right then and there. Why was he so damn perfect. “Aren’t you gonna get cold?” “I am a literal firebird, y/n, I don’t get cold that easily-yoi” You chuckled and wrapped the jacket around you a little more tightly, instantly warming up a little as you started to walk back to the Moby Dick. 

“What are we going to tell them when we get back?” “I don’t know… I actually had a pleasant night, I wouldn’t mind going for another date” You stopped dead in your tracks. “Are you serious.” “Yes, I mean it. I have to admit, I’ve had a little thing for you ever since we started working together, but I didn’t want you to feel forced, or uncomfortable. I am your commander after all-yoi” “You’re kidding me” “No, I am not. I’m pretty sure the guys set me up on this blind date cause they knew and they were kind of annoying me to say something about it.”

You had to stop yourself from facepalming. “They set us both up worse than you think.” Marco tilted his head to the side and gave you a questioning look. “I have been crushing on you for weeks on end. I didn’t want to say something because I didn’t want to make things weird, and they offered me a date to give my mind some peace and quiet and possibly distract from you. They all knew about it.” Marco laughed out loud. “Then maybe it’s the two of us that are the fools.” “Maybe….can’t believe those three actually did a serious thing” you laughed a little, the noise dying out as you noticed Marco stepping closer to you. 

“How about we let them think they failed for a bit? Just until they’ve learned their lesson?” You nodded. “Well, does that mean I can’t hang out with you?” “Of course not. We work together, you have no choice,” he smiled, “and behind closed doors, we can do whatever. Only for a few days, just to make them feel a little bad.” He smiled as he took a final step in your direction, taking one of your hands and pulling you even closer. You could only breathlessly nod at his plan, too busy staring in his eyes to give a decent answer. “Then, before we get back… With your permission?” He leaned in close, still careful to not make you feel too uncomfortable, patient yet eager. You felt your heart swell at how considerate he was, and closed the gap, kissing him eagerly. 

The cold was temporarily forgotten, as well as the fact that you were in the middle of the street in the middle of the night, probably looking at least a little bit suspicious. You gave him a quick peck on the lips to seal the previous kiss right before you pulled away, giving him back his jacket. “An unsuccessful date doesn’t end in wearing each other’s clothes” you smiled. Marco put it back on, smiling back at you before you both started walking again towards to the ship. “Let’s not pretend for too long though, I don’t think I’ll always be able to wait for us to be alone after that kiss.”

[ghostyprince]

title: place your hand on mine (untie your mind) 

word count: 1.404 rating: G fandom: BuzzF. Uns. relationship: Ryan B./Shane M. summary:   Based on this tumblr post: "i bet my hands are bigger than yours dude. i bet they are. no fucking way are your hands bigger than mine. oh, you wanna prove it? go on then. place your hand against mine and we’ll measure them and settle this right now. go on. do it. palm to palm bro let’s go."

author’s note: I wrote this at 10 PM half-asleep because I really needed something cute after having a bad day, so enjoy!

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"No way your hands are bigger than mine, dude!" Shane's lips quirked into an amused smile, sometimes he couldn't believe Ryan was so competitive about such small things. They've just finished recording the latest Post Mortem, it was only the two of them left at the Ghoul HQ. Apparently, someone on Instagram really liked Shane's big hands. He often received comments like that and he kept on ignoring them usually, however, this one particularly amused him, so Shane decided to include it in the video. Ryan hadn't looked like it bothered him at the moment, he just laughed and said something about the BuzzFeed mugs being abnormally small. Apparently, now that their recording session ended, he had some strong opinions about it. "Does it matter? I mean your hands aren't small either, even compared to you being pocket-sized." The smile stretched into a grin after Ryan answered with a slightly annoyed huff. "Rich coming from the guy whose head is way too big for his beanpole size." He scoffed but moved on pretty soon.

"Come on, I bet my hands are bigger than yours, that person is so wrong." He held up his palm, open towards Shane, elbow on the table. Shane snorted, leaning back in his chair and taking a few seconds to just eye him, and his held up hand. "Prove it, big guy," Ryan said, pressing the matter further, his tone was challenging. "Why are you so hung up on this? Is this like- Is it an insecurity of yours, or something?" Shane asked eventually, only half-joking. He's not gonna be a dick, if it really was a thing for Ryan, he won't make fun of him about it. Maybe he will, a little bit. "What? No! It's just- I'm curious, okay?" Ryan shrugged, acting like it was no big deal, but Shane saw right through him. He knew that nervous look, saw it every single time they arrived on location while shooting for Supernatural. The shifting of his eyes and anxious twitch of his lips. Why on Earth was Ryan so nervous about Shane's hand size though, was beyond him. "People seem to mention it a lot, so I just don't get it, you know. Are you going to leave me hanging?" Ryan continued, finally meeting his eyes, he was smiling, almost shyly. Almost hopeful, Shane noted. That's what broke his half-hearted protest. "Sure, I'll humor ya. For the record, I still think this means nothing and is dumb, but if it's so important to you..." He pointed out, trailing off, before sliding his hand against Ryan's, who let out a tiny gasp, so faint, Shane would've missed it if he wasn't busy studying Ryan's face. Which was in fact rapidly heating up by the second. What Shanee didn't expect is how he, himself would react. To his hand against Ryan's, and to the reaction he was given. That small gasp and those intense brown eyes twisted up his insides, setting butterflies or bats or whatever they were, wild in his stomach. Their hand being like that wasn't anything new, they did it in an episode before, Shane couldn't even understand how that slipped Ryan's mind. Ryan surely noticed any size differences between their hands before? Maybe he's been too distracted at the time. They held hands during the summoning session too, Shane admittedly thinks about that way more than he probably should. In fact, he thinks about a lot of things he probably shouldn't. How Ryan's lips would feel against his, how he'd rather comb his hand through Ryan's oh so soft looking hair instead of doing this dumb hand size comparing thing. Although, now that their palms were pressed together, Ryan's fingers flexing against his, Shane could feel the warmth of his skin. All of the little callouses on his palm, it took his breath away.

Again, they've done this before, it shouldn't be anything special, and yet it felt so different. Like he was touching Ryan for the first time, after craving to do so for so long. It's not exactly a false statement. Maybe it was the intimacy of it all, the peaceful quiet of the Ghoul HQ, it just being the two of them, time didn't seem real. Not to mention Ryan's eyes never leaving his, once he took the courage to look at Shane. He didn't speak, not even when they must've been sitting there for minutes, just staring at each other, hands touching. From the outside, they must have looked so fucking dumb, two dudes palms pressed together for a reason neither of them seemed to care about anymore. Shane looked at him, the way he allowed himself sometimes when Ryan was busy with editing. Taking note of all the things this literal sunshine of a person knocked his socks off with, as easily as it was nothing. Shane wasn't too much of a sentimental, or romantic person per se. Perhaps, on rare occasions, and lately, when he caught sight of Ryan. He kept it all to himself though, the lovely curve of Ryan's nose, those sharp jawlines, or his pretty brown eyes, that were too tired too often. His hair with little to no product, soft and curly, his toothy smiley, or that laugh he coaxed out of him. Shane could go on, it wasn't even a start on the long long list yet. He kept the thought of kissing those lips bruised, 'til both of them are breathless, the most. He always snapped out of it soon, because reality sunk in because Ryan had never given any indication that he'd like any of that.

Shane tried, he really did. Every single attempt at flirting fell flat, Ryan was incredibly oblivious it seemed. Probably being direct about his feelings would've been the best method, but he didn't intend on ruining one of the closes friendships he ever had. So he tested the waters with small flirty comments here and there. They increasingly got less and less subtle, as Shane's frustration grew upon realizing that Ryan's impossible to flirt with.

Of course, there was always the possibility that Ryan had ignored his flirting so he wouldn't have to turn Shane down, or simply the idea of Shane being anything more than a best friend hadn't even occurred to him. And yet, he still got his hopes up every single time Ryan looked at him that certain way. Sometimes it would show on camera too, and Shane replayed those moments more times he'd ever admit to, heart fluttering at the implications of those looks. (And then he felt ashamed for overanalyzing his friend simply looking at him, just to do it all over again the next time he was given the Look as Shane called it.) What really made Shane's heart want to jump out of his chest is the fact that Ryan was looking at him like that right then and there. Not a short little glance Shane would catch him do, no. Ryan was looking at him like he hung the moon and stars, openly and more filled with fondness Shane ever had the privilege to witness. Shane's fingers moved in their own accord, sliding between Ryan's like they were made to fit there perfectly. The stunning and very much smug grin that slowly formed on Ryan's face melted away all of his doubts for good. He suddenly understood why it was so strangely important to Ryan now. God, he's been set up so bad. Shortly, there was a tug on his hand, Ryan pulling him closer, to meet him in the middle, pressing their lips together. Because Shane was still dumbstruck by the realization. It didn't take too long for him to contribute to the kiss, however, finally, finally pushing one hand through Ryan's hair with such fierceness, it made Ryan laugh against his lips, and Shane also found himself smiling, no, grinning like an absolute fool. Shane hadn't remembered if they ever found out whose hand was bigger, but it's not like it mattered in any way. They would have plenty of time taking note of that, holding hands, or kissing each other's knuckles. Going by how wrecked Ryan looked every time Shane grabbed two perfect handfuls of his ass, or when he casually rested his hand on one of Ryan's thighs Shane didn't think he was too bothered by the fact that his hand was probably a little bigger.

[cottontail20]

Children Of Iron, Chapter 6: Wild Card

Summary:Wanda and Vision are not sure what kind of reception to expect from Nick Fury

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20323687/chapters/49807538

"Should we borrow a boat to follow them?" Harley whispered, returning the Iron Legion droid to it's case.

"No.. they'll spot us too easily that way" said Vision.

"Right" Wanda agreed. "We'll follow from the sky."

"Does it really matter if they spot us?" Harley questioned. "I mean.. Nick Fury's like top of the pile when it comes to the good guys."

Wanda and Vision shared an uncertain look. While what Harley said was true, that Fury was basically everybody's boss since he had created the Avengers.. For various complicated reasons, neither Vision nor Wanda had ever met him. At least not properly. Vision had a vague recollection of being introduced to him in the post-Sokovia chaos. Wanda may have too, although she was too grief-stricken over Pietro to remember much else from that time.

They both knew that you didn't usually get to meet Nick Fury unless he wanted you to meet him, especially after his faked death, and they weren't entirely sure how he would react to their showing up unexpectedly in the middle of one of his operations.

"I still think it best that we fly for now.." Vision finally replied, and Wanda nodded in agreement.

"You're the boss" Harley shrugged. --

So, they hovered what they thought was a safe distance from the boat as they followed, with Vision holding onto Wanda and Harley, phasing them all to limit their chances of being seen. They watched as Fury handed Peter a gift from Tony.

"Do you think Tony left anything for me?" Harley whispered hopefully.

"I'm not sure.. Probably" Vision replied. "We're still finding things he had tucked away.."

"Like this.." Wanda replied quietly, smiling as she wiggled her ring finger.

Vision smiled back at her.

They continued to follow the boat until it reached the mouth of a tunnel. Then, Nick Fury turned, looking straight up at them, aimed a rifle, and fired. Peter, at the realization they were being followed, but not knowing by who, hurriedly pulled on his mask in the brief chaos that followed.

"Ah!"Harley yelped, almost dropping the Iron Legion case.

Though the shot would have passed harmlessly through them in their phased state, Vision twisted in the air to dodge it. Wanda raised a hand to halt the bullet, quickly realizing that it was not a bullet at all.

"Vizh, it's just a tranquilizer.."

"You're damn lucky it's just a tranquilizer!" Fury yelled up to them. "Let this be a lesson, no-one follows Nicholas J. Fury without him knowing about it! Now all of you idiots get in the damn boat before you set off the rest of our security."

Wanda and Vision shared a slightly sheepish look, then headed down to land in the boat. Harley, now clinging to Vision's back like a monkey, quickly got down, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. This was not how he'd wanted to meet more of his heroes.

"Well.. Hello" Vision managed a smile.

"Uh.. Hi, Vision.." Even beneath his mask, Peter's confusion was clear.

"I suppose we have some explaining to do.." Wanda chuckled nervously.

"You bet you do, Maximoff.." Fury's eye flickered to Harley. "Who's the kid?"

"Oh, I'm Harley, Harley Keener.." Harley thrust out a hand, which Peter took. "I'm, uh.. the new Stark Industries intern.."

"New Intern?" The eyes of the Spider-Man mask narrowed.

Vision grew nervous as he watched them, detecting a hint of jealousy in Peter's voice.

"Yeah" Harley continued excitedly, oblivious to the slight change in the other boy's demeanor. "Tony talked with me about it before the blip. Never got a chance to follow through, but now Vision's hired me.. It's nice to meet you, Spider-Man, I'm a really big fan.."

"Nice to meet you too, I guess.."

"Stark and kids.." Fury shook his head as he started up the boat once more, "Who would have thought?"

"Harley has a lot of very useful tiny robots" said Vision.

"...Good to know." --

"You really thought I wouldn't notice you?" Fury continued to scold Wanda and Vision as the boat moved down the tunnel. "I've been keeping my eye on you for a while, Maximoff, and Vision, well.. Let's just say that I keep better tabs on Stark's super-bots than he ever did..Congrats on the engagement, by the way.."

"Thank you, Sir" Vision blushed. "We really are sorry for any trouble we might have caused."

"We just saw the news, and we were concerned about.." Wanda began.

"Your concern is noted, and appreciated" Fury cut her off. "But next time, let someone know so we can claim your little mission as legit, okay? None of the remaining Avengers can go running around half-cocked, a repeat of the Sokovia Accords is the last thing we need right now.."

Wanda's cheeks reddened at the mention of the accords, but Vision nodded.

"Understood, sir.."

"Good.." As Fury stopped the boat, and everyone piled out for it to head for what they assumed was a temporary Mission Control Center, he turned his attention back to Peter. "You can lose the mask, everyone here's seen you without it.."

"He hasn't.." Peter pointed to Harley.

"Yeah, but I know you're Peter Parker though" Harley shrugged.

Peter removed his mask, looking a little annoyed.

Vision grew nervous.. his brotherly bonding expedition seemed to have taken an awkward turn.

"That's better.." Fury continued. "You don't need to be feigning anonymity and breathing through spandex for no good reason.." --

As they headed into the control center, they were introduced to a rather imposing agent named Dimitri whom didn't react when Harley smiled at him.

Maria Hill, whose gaze Wanda avoided.. She had at one time, spoken as a joke, heard Hill's abridged assessment of her and her twin (He's fast. She's weird.), and the words had upset her more than she wanted to admit.

And finally, the armored 'hero' from the news who had sparked Vision and Wanda's whole trip.

".. This is Mr. Beck..

"You're the guy from the news!" Harley cried.

"Mysterio.." Peter gasped.

"What?" The man looked confused.

"Oh, it's just what my friends were.." As Peter stumbled his way through an explanation, Beck shook Harley's hand, Vision's, and Wanda's, but then zeroed back in on Peter just a little too fast for Wanda's liking.

"I saw what you did with the tower. We could have used someone like you on my world."

"Your world?" Peter was confused.

"What do you mean 'Your' world?" Wanda frowned.

"Well.." --

Of all the things Vision had expected to uncover when they set out on this trip, the existence of multiple Universes, and a series of attacks on the Earth from Elemental Monsters was not high on the list.

The news that the last and most dangerous of these monsters, the Fire Elemental, was set to attack Prague in two days, and that Fury planned to take Peter along to help defeat it was an extra level of shock. Vision was about to object to his brother's participation, but Peter was providing a rather good argument himself for why he couldn't go to Prague. That Aunt May would be worried, the danger of his classmates discovering his identity..

"...Then the whole world will work out who I am, and then I'm done."

"He's got a point, you know" Harley cut in. "If my Mom knew what this Internship really involved.. well, she'd be pissed, even if she did know about my Iron Legion."

Peter gave Harley a thankful look, but still seemed somewhat unsettled by the other boy's presence.

"Alright" Fury surprisingly replied. "I understand.."

To Peter's great surprise and relief, Fury instructed Dimitri to return Peter to his Hotel. Vision smiled at Wanda, pleased with the new development. It seemed they had succeeded in keeping Peter safe. Wanda smiled back at him, but was slightly distracted. She had been subtly keeping one eye on Beck as everything unfolded. Something about the man just didn't feel right.

After Peter was safely out of earshot, however, everything changed.

"Hill" Fury instructed, "Have Parker's school trip redirected to Prague."

"Yes, Sir" Hill nodded.

"What?" Vision frowned.

"He's an Avenger now. He can't shirk his responsibilities."

"He doesn't" Vision argued. "He does so much for his neighborhood, foiling crimes. This trip is his first break, and he needs it. He's still just a boy."

"Besides, you have Vision and I now" said Wanda.

"And me" Harley cut in.

"Exactly" Wanda continued. "Harley's Iron Legion can fight from a distance. There's no reason for us to put children in danger."

"No offense" Beck interrupted, "I'm sure you guys are great, but we made our plan with Parker in mind.."

"I don't believe anyone asked you, Mr. Beck" Wanda snapped. "And any plan that requires a child to be successful seems like a pretty de pularie plan to me!"

"Peter Parker stopped being a child the second he put on that suit Stark made him" Fury cut in. "He's doing this job whether he likes it or not."

"But.."

"Don't take this the wrong way" Fury turned to Wanda, ignoring her interruption. "I'm glad you and Vision and little Iron Lad are here. We need all the help we can get.. But you're a wild card, Maximoff, Vision's been out of action, and Keener's untested."

"No I'm not!" Harley argued. "My Iron Legion.."

"Quiet, kid.. Parker has real field experience, you don't. Parker has a mostly clean on the field record.." Fury turned back to Wanda. "You definitely don't. I'll be damned if I'm going to leave the fate of the world up to a wild card, a partially broken android and Tony Stark's plan B!"

Wanda's eyes flashed scarlet. She wasn't sure what she felt more, hurt, or angry. She turned and stormed out of the control room. A deflated Harley followed not too far behind her.

Vision felt something flare in his synthetic gut. For the first time since his resurrection, maybe the first time in his whole life, he was angry.

"Don't take this the wrong way, Sir.." He glared at Fury, "I respect you.. but I do not think I like you very much."

With that, he followed his fiance' and his brother back outside.

Watching the scene unfold, Quentin Beck smirked.

Notes:

Translation:

de pularie: shitty

[sculptorofbeginningslibrary]

Black Eyes & Bloodlust - Chapter 13

My Masterlist

Black Eyes & Bloodlust Masterlist (only works to chapter 11 for now)

Summary: Dean has never met his Omega, never even thought there could be one waiting for him–but she’s out there, and they’re connected in ways they could never have imagined.

Characters: DeanxReader, Sam, Cas, a few OC’s

Warnings: SMUT so typical A/B/O warnings, Slow burn (and I mean it. SLOW BURN GUYS.) Language, depictions of mental illness, Gore and Violence. (Warnings will apply to all chapters just to cover all the bases.)

Word Count: ~ 4500

A/N: AHHHHH!! Okay so sorry for the fakeout post, but here’s the real thing!! I’ve been dying to get this one out but I wanted it to be as good as I could get it because DUDE....Well just read it, you’ll see what I mean ;)

Beta’d by @justcallmeasmodeus

AS ALWAYS,

ENJOY!

__~*~__

The demon residing within Doctor Mara chuckled as you began to work, stalking your prey with a terrifying focus that surpassed expectations. Catching the girl had been too easy.

You’d walked right up to her and started a conversation like you weren’t a hot mess and convinced her to help you at your car, conveniently located in the deserted parking lot across the street. Maybe being a hot mess had helped sell it, but you weren’t in any condition to question the easy prey.

They’d all been easy, so trusting of a fellow Omega. The memories came easily now, no longer hidden because the darkness wanted you to see what you’d done. You were ready, properly soiled and prepared to leave the bloody nest.

Mara watched from far away, no longer bothering to hide behind a doctor’s uniform. She’d dressed for the occasion, a relaxed pair of jeans and a tight shirt that broadcast how very different she was from her uptight meatsuit. Her demonic sight allowed her to see the moment you’d fisted your hand in the Omega’s hair and kicked her heeled feet from underneath her, bringing her easily to the ground. The Omega’s face smashed into the rocky asphalt, blood welling from the multitude of tiny scrapes. You grinned and pressed your hand to her cheek, adding some of your body weight to smash her harder against the rocks. Her cries appeased the monster in your head, had it purring contentedly as you created the pain it sought.  Your arm pulsed angrily as the tendons stretched with the effort of holding the girl down.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” You purred, straddling her back to feel her body squirming beneath you. She quickly realized your strength was something she couldn’t fight and she stilled, hoping that cooperation would get her out of this alive.

“C--Carrie,” the girl was able to choke out. Your weight on her back was making breathing difficult and she prayed whatever was happening would end soon. “W--What do you w--want?” Her tears flowed freely as she relaxed to the pavement with your lack of an answer, her submissive side giving in to the obviously stronger personality.

Mara let her hands wander her body as she watched you, so in control of the situation. So dark. The girl had stopped squirming and it seemed you didn’t like that from the frown on your face. The demon knew what was coming next as your blade flashed in the street light and sliced slowly across Carrie’s exposed cheek.

Distantly, the sound of an engine roaring cut through the generic city soundtrack and annoying Mara. She knew the sound as well as any demon.The Omega cried out as her skin split, the sound drowning out all others as warm blood oozed from the cut and trailed across her nose and lips. Quite a show indeed.

“Please, don’t...I won’t tell anyone…”

“No, Carrie, you won’t,” you giggled lightly, ignoring the cramps clenching through your body in favor of focusing on the pleasant buzz humming from your arm. You sensed the demon approaching as you flipped the Omega over, but paid her no mind. Her smugness was an aura surrounding her, calling out to you, just begging to be snuffed out.

You would deal with that liar later. She thought she’d won, thought she’d ruined you. She was wrong, she’d made you better, but you could let her believe her own lies for a while longer.

“Hush little baby, don’t say a word,” your voice chimed pleasantly as you used the knife to cut down the front of her tight shirt in an effort to get at the Omega’s skin. Your eyes dared the dark creature to make a move as she stopped just short of where you could reach her.

“Stop, p-please I--” you cut off Carrie’s words with a fist to the throat, earning a satisfying gargle as she struggled to breathe and a satisfied laugh from Mara.

“Do you like the makeover I gave you, Y/N?”

“Fuck you, Mara.” You quipped before grinning up at her. “But thank you. You mind telling me what this is all about though? I’m a bit busy.”

You turned back to Carrie and realized you didn’t have the same knife you’d used on all the other girls. You frowned, disappointed you wouldn’t be able to decorate properly before saving her from the hell of her life.

Oh well, you thought. Still gonna have some fun before ripping into this bitch.

Nothing in you thought this was wrong anymore. The only thing you could see was the red of Omega blood and the black tinting every thought you had.

“Hmm...I just really like watching a good plan play itself out.” The wind whipped Mara’s hair around her face and she swatted at it in annoyance. “Don’t mind me.”

Her dismissal was light, and you reminded yourself that nothing she had to say mattered. You were free now. Free to do as you chose and free to share that gift. Why was this Omega still crying? The pain you had inflicted so far was nothing compared to the pain of being alone.

“How about I give you something to really cry about, hmm?” The straight edged blade connected with the flesh over her lowest left rib, ready to slice her wide open and give you a chance to show her the beating of her own heart. You wanted to go slow, but something told you that you were running out of time.

Carrie would have to go quickly.

Your head snapped up halfway through the cut as a car swung into the parking-lot, skidding to a stop over the blood stains of the last Omega you’d killed here. You briefly noted Mara had disappeared, but a small smile quirked the side of your mouth as the memories of that first night flooded in. The first kill. How satisfying it had been to drain her life away and let the first broken slice of your humanity slip away with it. The darkness had taken a life of it’s own inside you since then…it had become you.

You recognized the sound of the engine as the one that had been roaring through the night, but as the door swung open and a man stepped out, a whole new sense of recognition burned through you.

“Fucking Winchesters,” Mara snarled from afar as you rose cautiously from the body beneath you. As you stepped closer to the man, the Omega on the ground took advantage of the distraction. She struggled to her feet and began to run, but didn’t get far before the inhumanly strong Doctor appeared and hauled her struggling form back to the ground. “Hush, girl. I wanna watch the show.” Black eyes were the last thing the Omega saw before she was knocked unconscious.

“Omega.” Dean’s voice cracked as he rounded the car to take in your crazed expression and the bloody knife in your hand. “It’s over.” He stopped just beside Baby’s headlight, hoping to lead you away from your victim as she ran. He wanted to make sure she was okay as she disappeared into the darkness, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“Alpha?” You questioned, chest heaving with anticipation. You wondered if you were dreaming again as the world fell away at the sound of his voice. Carrie wasn’t a whisper of thought as the wind shifted, bathing you in his scent.

The same scent from your apartment.

Dean.

He was here.

He was real.

Like a wild animal you ran at him, closing the distance in record time to jump into his waiting arms. When you crashed your mouth to his he immediately took control, meeting your ravenous tongue with his own as you clattered your teeth against his in your battle for dominance. He felt like heaven, and home, and completion, as his arms caught your waist to hold you tightly against him. Without missing a beat he spun you around and slammed your back onto Baby’s hood. “‘Mega,” he growled reverently against your lips as the noise in his mind quieted at your touch. “Lookin’ for you everywhere.” He ground his hips against yours as his rut demanded more contact. More proof. “Got you now, gonna be okay.” His hands cupped your face as he pulled back long enough to catch a glimpse of you up-close. The gold speckles marring the perfect green of his eyes drew you in and grounded you, calming the raging storm within for a split second. When he brought his mouth back to yours you whimpered, happily giving over control of the kiss. His hips rutted his painfully hard cock against you again as your hands clutched at his hair, his neck and his back, searching for the healing skin that would cool your heated body.

You were shoving his jacket off when the sound of a throat clearing broke Dean out of his haze. When he pulled back you snarled angrily, clutching at his shoulders to bring him back to you. With one hand Dean roughly shoved you back down to the hood, his voice like crunching gravel as he spoke. “Stay, ‘Mega.”

Dean held steady as he glared into your mostly black eyes, waiting to see if you would obey. A pathetic whine escaped as you rolled your hips into his, but otherwise remained still.

“Dean,” came the level voice that matched the throat clear. Your eyes snapped to the strange man wearing a trench-coat. His body was shimmering, wavering and glittering in the strangest way.  In that moment it fully clicked that magic, real life magic, existed, and this creature was made of it.

“Cas,” Dean replied stoically, restraint evident in his tone, and his eyes almost vacant as he fought the urge to take your squirming body right there on the hood of his car.

“Dean you can’t do this here.”

Lane’s car came skidding into the lot, stopping with a jerk beside the Impala and stealing everyone’s attention.

“Dean!” Came Sam’s frantic shout as he jumped from the car, and you tried to scramble up to attack him as he came close. You remembered him with the needle; how he’d shot you up with poisonous blood.

“Stop!” Snapped Dean as you moved, earning a lusty moan from you as his dominance was exerted once again. Your Omega purred at being put in her place by the strong Alpha, and you stilled. Your body was pulsing, crying out for him, but you’d been given an order and fuck if it didn’t feel good to have him pressed against you for real.

“Dean, we have to take her and get out of here.”

“Sam is right,” replied the strange being.

“What are you?” You finally managed through the haze.

“He’s an angel now everyone shut up so I can think!” Dean’s roar brought the desired result until a rustling from the woods closest to the gathering drew every eye.

“Well, well...looks like the Winchesters showed up to save the day, like always.”

“What is this, a party?” Dean asked, “What the hell are you doing here? What the hell are you wearing?” He shared a quick look with Sam as he realized that in addition to looking nothing like she had when they’d met, the doctor had no business knowing who they were. Your brow furrowed as you took in the sight of the creature-not-Mara carrying the Omega you’d been carving up. Bloodlust welled up again, replacing the lust of your heat. Dean’s distraction had loosened his grip enough for you to escape, but it wasn’t Sam you were after when you lunged.

“She’s mine!” You snapped, barely getting away before Dean grabbed your waist. He pulled your back to his chest as you struggled to get at Doctor Mara, who’s eyes were now inky-black pools of evil.

“I don’t think so, Y/N. You let her go. I think she’s mine now.”

An inhuman screech wrenched free from your chest as you fought your Alpha, suddenly desperate again for the girl’s blood. “Mine, mine, mine, mine!”

Mara’s chuckle was thick as she dropped the bloody Omega to the ground, the crumpled form staying limp as her head bounced on the concrete.

“So an Angel, a Demon, two brothers and a murderous Omega walk into a bar…”

“Screw you, hell-bitch,” Dean growled. He heard Sam cock his gun and knew he would be aiming it at the Doctor’s head. “I’m not gonna ask you again, what are you doing here?”

“A gun, Winchester?” Mara chuckled, shifting her attention around the small gathering, unaware of the danger hidden on the tip of the chambered bullet. She thought Castiel was the biggest threat, but she was wrong. “You should know better. Then again…” Her heeled shoe nudged at the unconscious woman tauntingly, renewing your efforts against Dean. “...I thought the three of you would have figured it all out much sooner. Guess I gave you too much credit. You are just a bunch of knot-headed Alphas after all.”

“Sam I gotta…” Dean grunted, his cock hardening all over again as your ass raked across his jeans.

“I know Dean. Go. Cas and I got this.”

“Mine!” You howled, clawing at Dean’s arms.

Foolishly, the demon stayed in place when Sam fired the gun. She took the hit, laughing cruelly. “You want her Y/N? I’m gonna kill her if you don’t. Her soul will belong to me. You want that?”

Her taunts sent you over the edge, giving you a burst of strength to break free from Dean and run for the body on the ground. Your soul. Not hers. The demon twitched in an effort to catch you before you made it, but found herself stuck.

“What?” Her eyes flashed black again as she leveled her glare on Sam, snarling furiously. “What did you do?!”

Dean’s arms were around your waist for the third time as he snatched you up inches from the forgotten and bloody knife. He dragged you kicking and screaming away from your would-be victim. Trapped in your rage, you swung around and punched Dean square in the jaw. He was sent reeling back as the demon laughed at the spectacle despite her predicament, but he held his hand out to Sam and Castiel who had started toward you.

“I got this,” he grunted as you slammed into his chest and sent him sprawling to the pavement. Half of your furious punches landed as you mounted his chest, and he felt the bruises forming on his collarbone and cheeks. “Y/N! ‘Mega! Stop!” Dean cried, fending off your attacks and hoping his voice would snap you out of it, but it didn’t. ” You shrieked and pummeled him harder until his hands caught your wrists and he used the momentum to flip you over. You saw stars as your head cracked into the hard pavement, but nothing seemed to slow the blazing rage in control of you.

With his weight pressing into you and his thigh situated between your legs your angry writhing under him quickly turned sexual. You could smell his arousal and feel his hard cock pressing against your clothed core. Your hips bucked insistently, slick pooling and soaking your panties as your biological needs overtook your frenzy. Dean clenched his jaw as he fought to keep you still while the smell of you threatened to drive him just as crazy as you.

The feel of your skin under his was electric, and the Mark was howling in victory. He knew you were feeling it too when your grunts turned to desperate mewls of his name.

“Cas…” He grunted, motioning to the girl on the ground, and the Angel immediately understood what he wanted.

The girl’s life saved, and her memory wiped.

She couldn’t be left to remember you as her attacker. Dean was in damage control mode, already wondering how he was going to keep the world from finding out it was you who’d killed all those innocents.

Dean could barely hold himself in check as he pulled away. With all the strength he could muster he hauled you, still squirming, into the back seat of his car where the doors were locked from the outside. You struggled against unforgiving metal at the forced separation as the door slammed shut in your face while Dean struggled against his rut begging him to jump inside with you and fuck you senseless.

Your body was calling out to his Alpha even from inside the car, your scent curling around his logical side and testing his limits as you kicked and threw yourself around the back of his car.

Your bodies were begging him to take you now.

Begging him to make you his before you were both lost.

He knew he needed to take you and leave, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so without a little revenge on something, and he was starting to feel like the black-eyed doctor was the reason for your condition. Why else would she be there? How else could she have known?

“You were her doctor the whole time?” Sam asked, his eyes locked to the happy demon as Castiel watched Dean. The older hunter moved to the back of the Impala instead of waiting for the answer to his brother’s question, everyone studiously ignoring the screeching and pounding coming from you in the back seat. They would deal with you soon enough.

“No. Mara was her doctor. I’m a fucking demon. You like what I did to your Omega, Winchester? She’s perfect for you now.” Dean’s rummaging ceased for a moment, but quickly resumed until he found the knife he was looking for.

“Why?” Sam asked, not really expecting an answer but needing to ask anyways.

“For my Queen, for Abaddon. You killed her and now you’ll have to kill Y/N. Wait...If you do, who’s to say she won’t just come back on my side of the fence like Dean did?” The demon’s confident smile made Sam’s blood run cold. Dean had been right all along. “She’s already on her way. You see those eyes?” The demon let out a long, cocky, whistle. “Woo! She’s gonna be so much fun.”

Sam’s mind was reeling. This had happened to you because of them. Another innocent in a long list of victims caught in the supernatural crossfire.

Dean rounded back to face the demon who’d ruined multiple lives and ended even more with her scheming. Abaddon was still ruining his life, even boxed in pieces and scattered.

“I think a more important question is what, Sammy.” Dean’s body was radiating enough heat that the air around him shimmered and the demon felt doubt for the first time. She’d been sure she would get out of this, but now, standing face to face with a former Knight of Hell, close enough to feel the waves of nauseating evil directed at her, she wondered about the intelligence of the plan in relation to her lifespan.

Vindicating Abaddon by killing the man who’d taken her out was supposed to end in victory. Not the demon’s own capture.

Both Sam and Dean noticed the moment Mara knew she was done, and the older Winchester jumped at the chance to properly interrogate the architect of such cruelty. He stepped close, holding the blade so she could see the markings on the smooth surface and understand how close to death she was.

“Tell me. What you did to her.” In another context Dean’s deadly voice would have turned her on as much as watching you torture the Omega had been, but this context held her death within its grasp. After hundreds of years of existence, the thought of ceasing to exist was repulsive.

“Let me go and I’ll tell you.”

“I don’t think so.” The knife cut just behind her right ear and started a slow drag to under her chin. Bright orange light flared and the demon screamed.

“Fuck!”

“Tell me.” Dean’s low voice was barely heard over your shrieks, but the demon answered.

“Fine! I amplified your connection!”

“What? How?” Demanded Sam.

Castiel moved closer to the door of the Impala before appearing beside you, leaving Sam with his gun trained on the stuck demon as she spilled all her secrets to Dean.

The shock of Castiel’s disappearance and reappearance rendered you silent finally, distracting you from your Alpha as he moved back towards the doctor, who apparently wasn’t your doctor. Nothing was as it seemed these days.

Just like your Alpha, who had apparently died but wasn’t dead.

The world seemed awful confusing if you took a second to look at it, but the darkness swallowed it up and replaced it once again with the urge to draw blood. Your eyes landed on the glittering creature beside you. Castiel saw your intentions and shook his head.

“I wouldn’t do that.” The  blue eyes searched your black ones as your attention shifted fully to him, just as he’d hoped.

“Y/N…” he started tentatively. “My name is Castiel.” You blinked in response before hissing as your arm throbbed. “May I?”

Your heart was screaming no, but the real you, the one trapped deep inside your own head, was begging you to obey.

This man was an Angel. Your Alpha said so. Trust him, your instincts whispered, even as your body raged against the idea. Your head turned just in time to see Dean plunge a blade into the chest of the demon, orange sparks flickering through Mara’s head as she collapsed in a grand fashion.

The demon who’d done this to you was dead...but the problem she’d created was still very much alive. Though it didn’t feel like a problem other than the fact that the urges inside of you weren’t being satisfied. Castiel took your arm without prompting, holding it steady as you tried to snatch it away.

“It’s okay, Y/N. I’m going to help you.” Words of a nasty response died in your throat as his hand closed over the rash. Between your skin and his, a brilliant blue light flared, sending ice through your veins as the oozing flesh knit back together.

It seemed he was doing something else as well when your body suddenly dropped against the cool leather of the seat, unable to hold itself upright any longer.

You felt your breathing increase as the inside of the car seemed to shrink, heat pulsing and writhing within you until it felt like you’d explode. The Mark was burning as he removed his hand, but the sleep that had eluded you for so long was fast taking over, making all thought pointless.

Sam and Dean watched the proceedings from the window until they heard the Omega stirring on the ground. Sam was at her side in an instant, his large shoulder soaking up her frightened tears as he gathered her small body into his arms and cradled her like a child.

“We did it, Dean.” Sam tried to smile as Dean turned from sight of your unconscious body, a defeated look in his eyes. His thoughts were trained on you even as he observed the damage you’d wrought. He wanted to feel for the girl, but all he could see was his tortured Omega. The one who’d been broken, possibly beyond repair, because of a connection to him.

As Sam cooed gently to the girl Dean wondered how the demon had found you. How she’d known you were his when he hadn’t. Watching Sam and your would-be victim, Dean decided it was a problem for another time. The damage was done.

“Did we, Sam?”

The younger Winchester’s shoulders slumped, realizing that Dean wouldn’t allow himself the smallest victory.

Castiel appeared at Dean’s side, his hand coming to rest on the hunter’s shoulder. Dean looked hopefully from Castiel to you and back, but Castiel shook his head.

“I couldn’t remove The Mark from her Dean. But I did what I could.”  A single tear escaped Dean’s eye as he surveyed the damage.

A doctor was dead. Another Omega was tortured and almost murdered by his own and a perfectly innocent girl had been turned into a monster. His girl had been turned into a monster.

He could only hope that Castiel had helped enough, that he could help enough, to keep you from going off the rails again.

“What did you do?” Sam asked as he stood, effortlessly carrying the girl.

“I hit the reset button. She is as she was when we cured Dean of being a demon.”

“You couldn’t...” Sam let his question hang, unfinished.

“No,” Castiel replied, his eyes falling to the ground.

“So if we don’t cure the Mark…”

“...We’ll be right back here again.” Dean finished for Sam.

Every life you’d taken crashed to Dean’s feet as the implications of your situation settled to his shoulders. Sam knew the look and started to speak, but his own guilt settled around him like a heavy fog and shut him up. This was as much his fault as anyone’s.

If he’d listened to his brother…

“No.” Castiel answered, accidentally hearing Sam’s thoughts. “None of this is on either of you. This is on Abaddon and her followers.”  Castiel’s confident voice grated on Dean’s last nerve.

“How can you say that? How can you say this isn’t any of our fault? We did this Cas. All of it! We ignored all the signs and suddenly the fucking Winchester curse strikes again and you wanna pretend that’s not on us? Bullshit.”  His rut was pushing his rage deeper, redirecting it now that the demon was dead and he still couldn’t have you. “A demon may have pulled the trigger but we gave it the fucking gun. Now clean up our god-damned mess so we can fix my Omega!”  

“Dean, I don’t think--”

“We’re gonna fucking fix it, Cas!” Both Sam and the girl in his arms jumped as Dean slammed the door to the Impala and peeled out. It was the second time in as many hours that Dean had left Sam to clean up the mess they’d made.

Castiel sighed deeply as Baby’s roar faded away. “Sam…”

“I know Cas.”

“They’re both ready to mate. We don’t know what will happen if--when--he claims her.” Sam closed his eyes as the girl burrowed her face into his chest, sobbing freely.

“I know, Cas. Can we just deal with one thing at a time? Please?” When Sam’s eyes opened Castiel could see the exhaustion and the guilt, so he simply nodded.

The Angel placed his hand on the girls head, putting her to sleep before sifting through and replacing her memories of her harrowing evening with those of a mugger.  “You’ll have to take her wallet.”

“Alright,” Sam whispered, “let’s get her to the hospital. And get that out of here.” He motioned to the crumpled body of Doctor Mara, feeling bad for what had happened to the woman who owned the meatsuit.

Just another innocent. Or maybe she wasn’t, but her name was still added to the list. Sam worried over how long that list would be by the time this was finished.

__~*~__

Hours passed and you still hadn’t woken. Tucked snugly in the motel bed and wrapped in his arms, Dean had assumed your heat would wake you enough to relieve the both of you from this torture, but he’d been wrong.

He’d taken a freezing shower and teased himself to completion with his nose buried in your hair twice, but still you slept. He felt creepy, but it was the only thing keeping him from taking you while you slept. You were his, and waiting was becoming painful.

With you so close but not touching him, the music in his head was thunderous. He wondered if you were dreaming, but your eyes were completely still under the lids.

His thumb caressed your closed eyelids as he thought about the Bible he’d found. The eyelids you’d cut off. Why had you done that? Maybe when you woke you could tell him.

An idea formed in his mind as he watched the gentle rise and fall of your chest. Castiel had healed your body and mind to the best of his ability, but you were still dirty from the tumble in the parking lot. The bags under your eyes were gone, your skin was supple again and the rash on your arm was now just a faded red mark, but it still matched his own. You twitched as his shirt brushed over it, pulling your arm close but rolling into his embrace and burrowing your scorching body into his enveloping aura of safety.

Dean’s eyes closed as he wrapped you in his arms and held you like he would never let go. He felt like he was still in a dream, but your scent flooding his nose let him believe you were finally real.

After a while, he reluctantly let you go and silently made his way to the Impala. Dean shoved away the duffle bags hiding his weirdest secret.

The keyboard was still in the box, and he lugged it grudgingly inside.

The demon version of him had known how to play it because of his connection to you, despite how much he hated it.

Now he wondered if he could pull that skill back up to play for you, to wake you. After all, he’d heard it a million times in his head already, and Lane had said it was your favorite song.

__~*~__

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Zodiac sign: Aquarius

Height: 5′7

Hair colour: brown

Eyes coulour: Brown

Alternative universe: Fantasy

Favourite animals:Dogs, cats, wolves, and foxes.

Languages you can speak: Only English, but I am learning Japanese. I also want to learn Korean.

Hogwarts house: Hufflepuff

Type of musics you listen to: Kpop, Jpop, pop, some r&b, disney and some alternative.

Your gender: Female

Which gender you are attracted to: Male

Personality: I’m an INFP/ISFP/HSP (highly sensitive person), Aquarius & ambivert, but more introverted, depression & OCD. Hufflepuff & Pukwudgie. Wears mask of happiness/human chameleon personality (sometimes I feel like I’m not really sure who the real me is at times because of that). My top 3 for enneagram type, which were peacemaker, loyalist and investigator. I have a melancholy temperament, clumsy, more talkative/easily excitable if interested in something/comfortable with someone & more quirky, witty, playful, eccentric, sarcastic, curious & blunt at times, can be childish at times, banters back & forth & livelier.  I can get distracted easy at times and can also be indecisive at times when it comes to important things because I'm always overthinking/over analyzing about the negative and positive outcomes, the 'what ifs' (both good and bad 'what ifs'.

  I don’t believe in love at 1st sight, I prefer being friends 1st.  Family is important to me, I’m oblivious to romance/flirting towards me (either that, or I don’t think that someone would be interested in me, so I would doubt they were flirting with me to begin with). Loyal, caring, daydreamer, a bit of an idealist ( sometimes cynical -but that is usually when I’m having a bad day/really bad depression-), open-minded, stubborn, tries to be a good listener/offer a shoulder to lean on, & easily embarrassed. I can also be lazy sometimes, there are just times where I want to sleep in and have a lazy, relaxing day. Trust is very important to me, once broken it takes a long time to get it back depending on how severe it was.

I grew up pretty sheltered (my mom was overprotective, which considering all the stuff that is going on nowadays, I can’t really blame her), I had to grow up quicker mentally when younger, since I had to keep my opinions to myself since I got yelled/reprimanded by friends of the family when I did when younger & it felt like my opinion didn’t matter/would be best if I stayed quiet which stuck with me. .Worries that some might find me annoying or are only putting up with me to be nice (I’ve had ‘friends’ who did that) so it makes me question myself. Habit of apologizing even if it’s not my fault/says “I’m fine” even if I’m not.  Though I don’t admit it out loud, I actually like the feeling of being protected & having somebody to lean on (even when I tell myself otherwise at times).

I’ve never been in a relationship, but I know that I want us to accept each other for who we are (even if he’s overprotective, and/or clingy, etc). I’d also want us to able to be honest and loyal with each other. I don’t want somebody who is abusive (either physically or emotionally) to humans or animals, nor do I want somebody who would be rude towards my family.  I am insecure (mostly about relationships, since I’ve never been in one and I worry that I wouldn’t know what to do/wouldn’t be a good girlfriend and my appearance - especially, as silly as it sounds, my hair, it isn’t silky and straight, it’s curly, poofy, and tangles very easily- ) though I don’t like to admit

Likes/hobbies: relaxing, music, reading, learning new things,language learning (Japanese, Korean & French), puzzles, cooking/baking, trying new foods, video games, Disney, Pixar, anime, cooking/baking reality shows, writing papers, analyzing books, etc, yoga, philosophy, disneybounding, animals, Japanese dramas & Korean dramas.

Dislikes: betrayal, cheaters in relationships,  my laugh (I sometimes snort, so I try my best not to really laugh or at least if I laugh I try to hold back my laughter from being a full one in case I let out a snort) abuse (human & animal), mornings, hiding my true self/thoughts & wearing makeup (lipstick and mascara is the most I’ll wear). Fears: Abandonment, spiders, heights, being rejected for who I really am & being trapped.