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silverbladexyz · 2 years ago

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Congratulations on 100 followers! You deserve every Single one of them for how amazing your writing is!

I noticed you were doing matchups so I decided to participate for fun, feel free to do anyone else’s if mine doesn’t have enough info for you! Sorry for being all over the place with it😓

I’m a 5’4” 1/16th Russian, 1/8th Asian Caucasian female and I’m 18 years old. I’m generally pretty energetic, but not overbearing energetic and I only fall asleep when my eyelids tell me to (unless I have homework due for a class I’m falling behind in the next day) and I’m not one to leave my dorm unless I need to eat or go to class or meet my friends/family. I take responsibility if I know no one else is going to do it in a messy organized way. I’m easily taken advantage of because of my naivety and gullibility. I act like I know more about death, murder, and dark things like that when really, I’m too weak to actually hurt a fly. I love to write stories, read manga, and watch anime. I’m not good at arguing my points, but I can make people addicted to things I’m obsessed with. If I become interested in something, I become obsessed with it, so I have read the light novels, Beast AU, seen the entire series twice and Dead Apple. I don’t mind spoilers though. I love making new OCs for different shows (but I’m EXCESSIVELY SADISTIC about it) and I love to read Yandere!Reader, Suicidal!Reader, Depressed!Reader, and [other anime character]!Reader, Character x Readers to soothe my depressive tendencies. I have severe epilepsy that’s near incurable and my grades are mostly A’s and B’s except for a couple classes with D’s. I eat like one or two meals a day (sometimes none because of medication) and when I do, it’s like two pieces of pizza or a tiny bowl of alfredo pasta, so I’m really skinny and light. I have slight acne, but it’s not too noticeable. You asked for people we dislike, I’m apologizing in advance, but I’ll just give you the characters I do like, crush wise or think-they’re-cool-and-would-want-to-be-friends wise. (I’m a total simp for Chuuya or Dazai’s death glare, especially when a slight shadow covers it)

Characters: Dazai, Ranpo, Yosano, Kyoka, Kenji, Tanizaki, all Beast!ADA except the President and Kunikida, Kouyou, literally any Chuuya from any plot point, Akutagawa, Gin, Tachihara, Elise (don’t match me with her, she’s just really cool and funny but way too young), PM! Dazai (both Beast! AU and regular series), Mark, Fyodor (the dub accent tho❤️❤️❤️), Nikolai, Tecchou, Jouno, Teruko, Odasaku

I have a problem…😅😓😭

Heyyy sariel!!! Tysm, and no, it's not too over the place, and the info was quite sufficient 💗

The images do not belong to me. They belong to their original owners.

Calculating...

Your sibling figure is... KENJI MIYAZAWA!!!

-He's such a sunshine omg

-Kenji is always smiling and encouraging you. He always manages to brighten up your day, and he loves seeing you smile as well

-I feel like he wouldn’t really understand the dark things you like (he’s too innocent for that) but he will smile and say ‘That’s so cool!’

-Kenji is interested in reading your stories. He will always give you constructive feedback, and it actually gives you motivation to write. He’s always the first one to read your stories <3

-Kenji is lowkey worried for your health, because he has never met anybody who ate quite little food, or sometimes nothing at all. Definitely gets you some light but nutritious food from his own village, and trust me those foods work like magic

-He doesn’t mind chilling in your dorm with you. You could be studying, reading, doing whatever, and Kenji will either doze or read a book to keep you company. He makes little to no noise or distractions, and his presence actually helps you focus more on studying

-If you need help with moving something heavy, just ask Kenji! With his super strength, it’s easy for him to move almost anything, and he loves helping you. He would even like to give you piggyback rides if you asked

-Hugs and headpats!!! Kenji was probably a bit inexperienced when it came to platonic affection, but in time he’ll love it and he might even start doing it back to you. Sometimes, his headpats would end up ruffling your hair and making it look like a mess, but he would stop if you asked him to

-He will read and watch the mangas and animes that you recommend to him. Just please keep it suitable for him

-Kenji would like to take you to his village one day and to let you meet everybody back at his hometown. He knows that you would be welcomed, and he’s quite excited everytime you ask him about his village

-If anybody takes advantage of you, Kenji wouldn’t be afraid to teach them a lesson with his super strength. But everybody in Yokohama knows not to make Kenji angry anyways, so you’re safe ^-^

-If you’re having a bad day, Kenji will smile and say some of the sweetest things ever to you that just makes you smile too. He knows just how to cheer you up, and he’ll be happy to cheer you up forever <3

-He does ask Yosano on some tips for your health, or he sometimes sends back to his village for some medicinal herbs that always worked

-Overall, he is the BEST YOUNGER BROTHER EVER! Also he’ll never be annoying towards you, because he is too sweet to do that 💗

And your parent figure is... YOSANO AKIKO!!!

-Yosano is a chill, but kind of strict parent figure

-She worries about your health, and buys you medicine that helps you. She wishes that she could heal you with her ability, but unfortunately her ability could only heal physical wounds. She does make you food that helps you become stronger though

-Yosano also likes dark stuff herself, especially morbid stuff. So you two could literally have a chat about anything dark and not worry that the other person can’t take it. However, Yosano does remind you about the value of human life

-If you’re feeling depressed, Yosano will try her best to help you with it. She has a few ways to help your depression, and they work all the time. However, if you want to be left alone for a while, she understands and won’t push you

-Yosano is pretty strong. So if anybody hurts you, you bet that she’s going to bring her cleaver, beat them up and also teach them a lesson that they’ll never forget. She is pretty intimidating when she wants to be

-Brings you out shopping with her sometimes, but she doesn’t buy too much stuff since she doesn’t want you to carry anything that you can’t handle. She’ll also buy you whatever you want, as long as she approves of it

-If you ever get hurt, Yosano would give you extra special treatment. She reserves the best bed in the infirmary for you, and she’ll make sure that you aren’t in any sort of pain

-Anime nights!!! Basically you two would chill at your dorm or hers while watching any type of anime you liked while eating popcorn. Yosano likes spending time with you and she has pretty similar tastes in anime. I headcanon she likes Tokyo Ghoul and Assassination Classroom

-Also tries to be a good mother figure to you. If you engage in activities that are harmful to you, Yosano would be quite strict and bans them from you. But please understand that she wants the best for you

-Overall, a headstrong, cool mother figure that is a girlboss

And last but not least, your mentor is... DAZAI OSAMU!!!

-Dazai doesn’t really mind your knowledge and interest in dark stuff. Afterall, he was the demonic prodigy of the Mafia, and people all around him were accustomed with death and blood and whatnot. Doesn’t mean that he won’t be a drama queen when you do say something quite dark

-He does hate how you get taken advantage of though. Dazai knows how easily people could get manipulated and used, and he himself is familiar with the act. But the thought of somebody taking advantage of his student? Definitely gives you tips and hints on how to recognise signs of manipulation, and it actually helps

-Dazai has quite an interesting way of teaching you. He’ll probably suddenly show up at a random time to talk with you, then he’ll disappear afterwards leaving you having no idea what was going on. But slowly, the pieces fall into place and at the end of it, you’d have learned something new as well

-He’d still be his usual self around you; which means talking about su1c1de, women, and just being chaotic. Many times you have to save him from his su1c1de attempts, but it’s often because it was part of his plan for solving a case

-He is also a kind of chill mentor. Dazai won’t lecture you unless it was absolutely necessary. Even then, you still don’t want him to lecture you because he can be scary if he wants to

-Dazai uses any opportunity to turn stuff into a lesson. He’ll do it discreetly though, and it’s so discreet you wouldn’t even notice that it was by his intentions

-He is a bit concerned for your health. Afterall, he knows that having a fragile body could hinder many plans and jeopardize your safety even more. But he asks Kunikida to train you in some basic self-defence that your body could handle

-So Dazai teaches you how to be cunning. More specifically, he teaches you how to outwit the enemy, and how to gather more information than your opponent. His lessons are quite interesting, and more than once his tactics had proven quite helpful to you

-He would give you hard cases that he knows you could handle. Dazai is one to push you past your limits, but he will make backup plans if you somehow couldn’t handle it

-Dazai cares for you in his own Dazai way. Which means that you’ll always have his support; even if you couldn’t notice it, but it’s definitely there. He knows that you can handle yourself, but Dazai will still help you if he thinks you need it

-He would also teach you the tricks to winning an argument. Dazai himself is quite witty and quick-thinking, and he would love to see you be able to win an argument. But please don’t go around starting arguments because you can win them now, even if Dazai finds it amusing

-Dazai would probably open up to you slightly, but his mask is still there. Please tell him that you appreciate him for teaching you and how much you care for him. He isn’t used to any sort of affection and I guarantee you it’ll be a sight to see

-Overall, Dazai is a strange and interesting mentor who actually wants to see you succeed

@sariel626

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd platonic #kenji x reader #yosano x reader #dazai x reader #silverbladexyz's 100 follower event

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daughter-of-melpomene · 11 months ago

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𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗦 𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦

In celebration of the @infamous-if update today, I thought I would provide you all with a look at my various OCs for it! I decided to be extra and create a different main character for the four ROs I liked and play through with each of them (which if you know me at all is very on brand since I am indecisive as all hell), but honestly I love these babes too much to let them live in my head so now I'm gonna tell you all about them! I probably won't make actual intro posts for any of them (unless you guys want me to, wink wink), but for now enjoy these little rambles, and feel free to ask any questions about them you want!!

WILLOW HARRINGTON:

— Stage name is Willow Rose; she/they Seven ship.

— Lead singer of a country band called Whiskey Moonbeams; their music is kind of nineties country singer-songwriter vibes, with a bit of a modern female country kick on some songs.

— Used to be dating Seven, and voted to keep him in the band when The Vote happened; she's never stopped loving Seven and was devastated when he left and broke up with them, which makes pretty much everything about the Battle of the Bands situation a bit awkward, especially when she picks Soft Violence to ride on the bus with.

— A total sweetheart, very humble and compassionate and always tries to keep the peace (even when it hasn't always worked out well in the past), but also intensely shy and awkward.

— Honestly kind of freaked out by the idea of being famous and would rather stay playing tiny gigs for the rest of their career if she could get paid enough for it, but goes into Battle of the Bands because they would follow her friends everywhere.

— Mainly dresses in an academic style, sweaters and Peter Pan collars and the like; Rowan loves to call them "Professor".

— A complete bisexual dork who has at least a fleeting crush on all the romantic interests (except for Orion, because to her that would be kind of weird), but their heart has always belonged to Seven and she really hopes that going on tour together can be an opportunity to get back to what they were.

— Honestly they and Seven are going to be the most amazing exes back to lovers dynamic ever and I cannot wait to futher explore it!

ASTER ZHOU:

— August ship.

— Lead singer of a pop group called Painted Roses; their music has a lot of Little Mix vibes, with the occasional bit of pop rock influence a la Olivia Rodrigo's Guts album.

— An insatiable flirt of a lesbian who's always down for a nice hookup (and definitely not afraid to flirt with a guy if it will get her something) and is used to people falling for her charms pretty quickly, so when August joins the band and Aster realizes that they're going to be a little bit different she takes it as a challenge and turns the seduction levels up to eleven, only to realize at some point that, oops, feelings have gotten involved.

— The type of person who covers all of her sad and negative feelings with jokes and is literally terrified of being vulnerable, since the only person she was ever really vulnerable with was her former bestie Seven and then he left and will barely look at her anymore, so she doesn't trust anyone else, not even her other friends, really, to stay if she lets down her walls. But even so, she feels everything really deeply and has a habit of holding desperately onto old memories; it's why she refuses to cover her tattoo of Seven's initials but still keeps it hidden. (That's really why August intrigues her so much; they're cool and unaffected, or at least they seem to be, in a way she never could be.)

— Despite all that inner angst, though, she is still a chaotic, impulsive gal who lives to push Orion's buttons and would kill for her bandmates or anyone else she cares about, despite being shit at giving advice or talking about feelings.

— Craves to be famous more than almost anything; she wants her name up in lights, to perform her songs in front of a packed stadium of screaming fans, almost as much as she needs air.

— Always dresses very cute and trendy, with crop tops and cute skirts, but also usually wears looser clothing when on stage since she always has dance routines that go with her songs.

— She and August getting together is going to be so long and a bit awkward, but they will get together and it will be amazing, I can assure you.

ATLAS LEE:

— He/they Orion ship.

— Lead singer of an alternative rock band called Back Alley Idols; they're very Fall Out Boy-esque with a bit of Green Day and Nirvana mixed in.

— This poor thing falls in love with Orion within about ten seconds of meeting him, but not only is Atlas absolute shit at expressing his feelings properly, they struggle a lot with self-loathing, undiagnosed and unmedicated anxiety, and substance misuse (he's not a full-blown addict but they do use alcohol and drugs as a coping mechanism and to self-medicate which is. Not Great) which he knows Orion disapproves of, so they’re kind of in a self-destructive cycle of feeling like he’s always letting everyone down because of their bad habits but then turning to those bad habits to stop feeling bad and… yeah, it kind of sucks for both of them.

— However, he does eventually genuinely try to get sober and try and become a better person for Orion, and it’s hard but it works, and once Atlas is better they can finally admit their feelings for each other and get together like they’ve been longing to do.

— Seriously, Atlas is such a sopping wet cat of a person; they’re super insecure and anxious and doesn’t like himself at all and is always worried about doing something that will make their friends hate him, which usually just leads to them messing up even more (a prime example being picking to ride with Underground Wastebasket for the tour because he was desperate not to ride with their ex-girlfriend Seven, which then just got Rowan pissed at him for a bit), but they’re also really sweet and genuinely care about people and would do nearly anything for the ones he loves, so their friends and Orion love him and will protect them at all costs.

— Legitimately terrified by the idea of being famous and having everyone’s eyes on him all the time; it’s really only because of their voice that he’s the lead singer of Back Alley Idols, because they sure as hell don’t have the personality for it, and he only agreed to enter Battle of the Bands at all because their friends were so excited when the band got the opportunity.

— Always dresses very casually, but with a little bit of style - although style is subjective, and Rowan loves to tease him about all the patterned cardigans they wear and how they don’t really dress like the lead singer of a rock band.

— Like any MC, he doesn’t have a good relationship with their parents, but for him it’s in part because coming out to them as bisexual didn’t go very well, and to this day they still don’t know Atlas is genderqueer.

— I am genuinely so excited to get further into their and Orion’s relationship, because they’re just a little messy but so sweet and caring and I love them lots <3 <3.

ANA DELGADO:

— Stage name is Birdie Sage; any pronouns, Sebastian ship.

— Lead singer of an alternative folk band called Fae Forest - they’re very much a mix between Hozier, Florence + the Machine, and Marina and the Diamonds.

— Thinks Sebastian is super cute pretty much immediately, and finds him interesting with how out of place he is at the Battle of the Bands audition, so they have a bit of fun flirting with him in the matter-of-fact and calm way they have of letting people know they’re interested, but the more they meet up with him and Maya and spend time with them, the closer they get, until finally they have to confront the fact that the plain intrigue they had for him at first has blossomed into full-blown feelings.

— Ana is very practical, honest, and like August, doesn’t always show what they’re really feeling. Orion adores them for this, predictably, but it kind of frustrates the rest of the band sometimes, and this doesn’t always make Ana feel very good about themself. It’s just they way they see the world, through a lens of practicality and the most proper decisions to be made (they probably get it from their parents, they think), and though they can be friendly and cheerful with people, there’s still usually a level of disconnect from the person in their mind until they’ve known them for a while. And they can never turn that off, at least not fully, and they hate it sometimes.

— But despite all this, they have a genuine and sweet bond with their friends/bandmates, and even Orion; these are people who understand how Ana’s mind works and who they’re comfortable enough with to genuinely smile and joke with, who they’ve almost never seen like bugs to look at under a microscope the way they can’t help but view everyone else at first. (And since Orion’s mind works relatively similarly, they have a really good and mutually respectful dynamic going on.)

— Very indifferent to the idea of fame; they really want to share their music with the world, and they understand that fame will be a result of that and they can’t deny it has its perks, but they’re also not very excited at the prospect of winning BOTB and getting super well-known.

— Dresses in a very bohemian style: long flowy skirts and peasant blouses and homemade jewelry, the works. Pretty much exactly how you would expect the lead singer of a band called Fae Forest to look.

— Absolutely adores Maya from the first moment they take a picture with her, and wants nothing more than to be a good stepparent to her and take care of her when they realize they have feelings for Sebastian. They didn’t even realize they wanted kids before, but Maya changed that.

— Seriously they and Sebastian are the most adorable couple ever and honestly I will definitely write some actual stuff about them someday because I adore them already!

ALRIGHT, THAT’S ALL!! IF YOU WANNA ASK ANY QUESTIONS ABOUT THESE BABIES, FEEL FREE TO SEND THEM IN!!

(Tagging @xoteajays because she’s the one who got me into Infamous in the first place, @ginevrastilinski-ocs because I know she likes it, and @luucypevensie because I tag her in basically everything at this point. <3)

#oc: willow harrington #oc: aster zhou #oc: atlas lee #oc: ana delgado #infamous ocs #infamous mcs #infamous oc #infamous mc

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monochromaticskies · 1 month ago

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day 7: answer

word count: 469

FANON/COLLABORATIVE: DINA BENBOUALI, YÁNG UKEJE

in which in a brief moment of 'true reality', yáng begs for answers from anyone she can find—just happening to stumble into her classmate, dina.

contains themes of drug and alcohol use, death and derealisation, as well as general horror stuff. the characters are ocs made for the DDLC universe, but can stand alone in this oneshot without any knowledge of canon. the character of dina belongs to my friend kiose (Kiose_ on wattpad), and yáng to me. other author's notes at the end.

"Jesus, Yáng," Dina snaps, grabbing the other girl roughly by the shoulders to prevent them from falling over. Normally she would immediately push Yáng away, but they aren't sober—swaying on the spot, they stare disconcertingly through her, dark eyes full of fear even now, in school, where there is no need to be.

"Dina!" Their eyes suddenly focus on Dina's face, a serious brown, suddenly appearing utterly serious, in control, at least in their face; even though, outwardly, they still look a mess, more than usual: red ribbons loose in their hair matching the one falling apart at Dina's neck, greyish, sickly. "I need you. I need your help, Dina, please—"

Shit. She makes an attempt to shush Yáng, hands slipping to their wrists, holding them tight. She's seen them like this before, but not recently. She researched how to help them through panic attacks or mania or whatever the fuck this is, but can't remember any of it now. "I'm already here," Dina says cautiously, still handling the other with as much care as she can force out as they take huge, recovering breaths. "Calm down. God, just calm down."

"I— I am calm," they manage, "but s-someone just tried to kill me, I promise, I nearly died, I don't know why and I thought you might, you know things, don't you?" All in one breath.

Yáng stares and breathes shudderingly and watches Dina like she's a god. What the hell does she know? She knows something is going on, something tearing at the edges of her reality, ripping everything she knows to shreds—she knows Yáng has changed and they drink more now, she knows she herself has gotten worse, back to dependency on anything except herself; and having this ordinary, sober version of Yáng back for this brief moment, which she knows won't last, is too much to handle when they look at Dina like this.

"Nobody tried to kill you," she whispers, even as the girl begins to sway again, as if there was a brief shift where reality returned but now they're back to where they were before. Dina has a sick awareness, she feels, that no-one else has. But even with that, her lips move to form words that she doesn't want to say: "You're okay. You're not going to die."

Yáng smiles hazily, shoulders slumping, their attentiveness and knowledge of anything being wrong slipping away back to normal. A weight settles on Dina again, one briefly lifted up when Yáng was briefly aware of something not right; but her mind has returned to its ordinary fog again, and she nudges Yáng away, eyes following them stumble down the bright white corridor. She needs answers, but tiny reprieves like that aren't going to grant her them. Dina needs someone else who knows.

this one was super fun to write, even though i'm not totally sure it will make sense to anyone going in blind—if not, sorry, feel free to ask me anything! not sure if this is canon to the story they're a part of, but it's fun to think about. it took me a while to work this one out but i'm proud of it now, and i hope you enjoyed it; see you on day eight! <3

#original characters #ocs #oc #writing #31doh2024 #31 days of horror 2024 #horror #horror writing #tw horror #tw alcohol #tw dereality #ddlc #ddlc au #ddlc oc #tw death #day 8 #dina benbouali ddlc #yáng ukeje ddlc

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undeadcannibal · 9 months ago

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How many characters can we request for headcanons? Would you do the same prompt with different characters? Can we request for female reader & gender neutral reader? Are there any characters you won't do in each fandom? Would you accept requests for Haarlep, Dammon l, and Zevlor? Are there any topics you won't do like rape, suicide, etc? Do you do poly ships x reader? Would you mind if we request for Alternate Universes or Aus like AU where the character lives happily? Would you mind if the request is suggestive, implied sex, or mentioned sex but no explicit sex? Would you do NSFW requests? For Baldur's Gate 3 requests, would you mind if we don't specify the race/class to leave it ambiguous or if we ask specify the race/class like human/healer? What kinks would you accept for requests? Thank you in advance!

Hello, hello! Thanks for sending in an ask for more in-depth rules of what I will and won't do. Let's get into it. You can request as many characters as you'd like for a request, I'm not picky on how many others ask for. I'd also definitely accept the same requests I've gotten for others re-done for another, it doesn't bother me any, and I'd do my best to make each piece different than the others so it wouldn't be a copy or anything. As for the requests of characters I WON'T write for, that depends on the fandom tbh. However, there are very few I won't write for. At the very least, I'll try anyway. Also, I won't freak out or anything at requests I'd rather not post. Worst I'll do is let you know I might not be the best for the request at the time. For Baldur's Gate 3, I think the only characters I wouldn't care to write for is any of the goblins, bugbears, etc. Lmao idk if that's my jam, but anyone else is fair game! Regarding the topics I won't write for like the ones mentioned above, I personally believe that those topics are fine so long as they're kept entirely fictional and non-glamorized. I'll try my best to approach such subjects with as much care as possible, but rest assured the only subjects I don't care to touch are those that involve any children or animals sexually, I won't touch that shit under any circumstances. As for poly-ships, I've never personally wrote any in the past but I wouldn't be opposed to trying! AUs are also fair game - I've never posted any I've written - I enjoy them! As for stuff regarding implied sex - but never explicit stuff - that's fine too! I know I post tons of smut, but that's just because I enjoy it. Non-smut related things are totally fine as well. :D And, with that said, obviously the more explicit stuff is fine with me as well. For the more specific requests that include more specific details than most -- those are totally fine too! I don't mind those getting creative with the type of insert they'd like to request for. So long as no OCs are involved. I'd rather avoid the OC stuff for the time being. As far as kinks go, there are plenty I will write for. Won't I won't write about are the kinks I'm personally not comfortable with such as scat, illegal stuff like anything with underage characters and animals. Uhhh, if there are any you're not sure about, just feel free to ask. Hopefully that answers your questions, I appreciate the ask, Anon!

#anonymous #opened mail

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ginevrastilinski-ocs · 1 year ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/joaquinwhorres/683633171366068224/receipts-catalogue pls consider this when interacting with other creators. If you want to still be friends with Maddie then that’s your decision but also it’s best to be informed as to why some creators may be wary of you even if they are too shy to say it. Hope you are well.

Okay, I'll try to respond to this as better as I can. Please, let me know if I sound rude, because if so, it's not my intention.

I know what happened last may. I was already here on tumblr, not as oc-creator, just as an oc enjoyer. I didn't interact that much with most people because I'm very shy, but I was here.

I totally understand why most of you don't want to interact with them anymore after may, and I don't blame you at all. I don't now and I will never excuse what they did, because it's very messy and fucked up. (And they already know this because I told them, so they know what i think about everything that happened)

However, I wanted to give them a second chance. They've always been one of the most important people I have interacted with here. They're the first person I've followed (of ocs blogs I mean). Also, they've helped me to finally let go my anxiety and post about my ocs.

I would never force anyone to forgive them or interact with them or anything like that. Like I said, I totally get why you don't want to, and I respect that.

If any of you have some problems with me personally, about my ocs or anything, please tell me. We can talk about it and try to fix it if is possible.

I don't want people to feel uncomfortable to interact with me. I can get why some of you may be wary of me, but please if you feel uncomfortable with me, tell me. If you need space, I'll give you space. If you just don't want to interact with me at all anymore, I will not contact you. Don't ever let yourself stay in an uncomfortable situation for being kind. Not for me. Please.

I hope you're doing well too anon! And if anyone has something else to say please feel free to send an ask or dm me!

#answered #important infos #anon

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starrycrim · 2 years ago

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How did soren and shira meet? :0

long post so going to put this under the cut! <3

they meet through meteor, actually! they're together in their relationship for a few years now-- shira ended up joining first. their family lives in the Orre region in Phenac, and they were supportive of her, but they were never really all that close. she had a lot more that she wanted to do with their life rather than being stuck within the city, so they took the first train to Reborn in hopes of challenging the league. he didn't end up doing very well, and ended up getting pretty down on himself for quite a while after as a result. a few people ended up noticing that she was no longer turning up to the gyms every few days like they used to do to try and challenge them. they end up inviting shira into meteor as a way to find something else to do with their life and to help the city and its ancient history, and they end up finding a little family within it as well.

soren ends up joining to try and support their family-- their family lives in Ametrine, and they were initially friends with both Eve and Lumi before the accident and their disappearance-- they went searching for the two of them-- pulling them into meteor's business after they stumbled across some other members discussing the incident. their family is pretty poor, and they join partly to find out what happened to their friends but also just to provide money for their family-- Ametrine's weather is pretty harsh and they often struggled to make ends meet. they end up transitioning shortly after they join meteor, and it's a kind of almost euphoria? for them to realize their identity.

they meet shira in the intelligence department shortly after being assigned to systems management/surveillance, and they don't actually hit it off right away. shira's pretty brash, and ends up mouthing off to ZEL and ace as supervisors early on, and snapping back at some technicians under their wing such as soren. soren's naturally a pretty shy disposition, so this kinda makes them shrink back a little from him. it wasn't until they're assigned to work together that they get the chance to interact outside of a meteor setting-- they're assigned to a mission together where soren ended up saving shira from a sticky situation and while they've gotten the chance to be friendly with each other this really kicks off the gradual start to grow closer.

they've definitely been more of a slowburn relationship as their personalities are relatively different, but they balance each other out really well. shira encourages soren to be more confident in themself and their decisions and skills, and to be more outgoing and authoritative, while soren helps shira stay calmer, especially during crises, and make more rational decisions rather than charging into situations. they help shira slow down a bit and appreciate what's around them, while she helps them come out of their shell a bit and grow more confident that yes, they are valid and the things that they have to say and contribute are valued.

#sorry long post!#love talking about them #ask crim #oc: soren romelia #oc: shira wellwood #my ocs #thanks for sending in the ask! i love talking about them <3 #anyone's totally free to ask anything else about them or any other ocs as well!#leftovergarlicbread

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bloodyhell-lucifer · 4 years ago

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Daddy is the devil | Lucifer Morningstar

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x fem!reader

Summary: Reader is one of Chloe’s best friends and they haven't seen each other for a long time so the decision was made. Finally a sleepover at Chloe’s house since Chloe has a day off of work and Dan took Trixie with him to have some dad-daughter time. What they didn't know is that Lucifer will come with unexpected visit and reader’s shirt will cause such a mess.

Warning: language, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), praise kink, daddy kink, +18

Based on this request: Hello, I hope you are doing well, I would like to politely request a one shot (or more if it inspires you, you do you) from Lucifer, you can do whatever you want with it, reader insert, oc, smut, no smut, totally up to you but I would like it to involve Lucifer meeting/seeing the reader/character (preferably female, gender neutral is also fine) wearing that crop top from Blackcraft that says “Satan Is My Daddy” please and thank you

Notes:

Thank you so much for this request sweet anon! I couldn’t wait to write it down because this idea was so cool.

To be honest it’s my first real one request so I’m pretty excited and also this is my first smut so I’m not so proud about it. I think I don’t know how to write them. Someone teach me?

If there are some mistakes let me know because English isn’t my first language so as soon as possible I’ll correct it.

If you would like to send me a message, ask me about something or send me a request about imagine then the link is in my bio so feel free to message me! I would like to know you better and read your ideas and write them down😄

If you guys like my shitty writings you can follow me for more. I’ll be posting new things sooner than you think and thanks for so much activity under my posts and all the follows, it means a lot and I love u so so much xx

You and Chloe had everything planned for tonight. When you were talking on the phone to discuss the details you decided to have a movie night with some alcohol. You bought some wine, chips and sweets for you and your friend to have some snacks. Feeling of excitement was huge about finally seeing your friend after such a long time. You showed up at Chloe’s door about seven pm ringing a bell to her door. After few seconds the door were open and Chloe lean out from behind of it.

“Oh my god hi girl, so good to finally see you.” she enveloped you in a big hug wrapping her hands around your neck.

“Hi Chloe, long time no see.” you hugged her back. With a gesture of her hand she invited you inside and you stepped in.

After two hours you two were slightly drunk and making fun comments over character that was on the screen of tv during the movie.

“So tell me Chloe, some time ago you were taking to me on the phone about that guy you were working with that just have some attitude and always have something to tell and joke about. What was his name again? Lucian?” You asked her taking other sip from glass of wine.

“Lucifer to be exact. His name is Lucifer.” on her face appeared frown and she raised her brows. “Why you asking?”

“Just asking. You like him?” Hint of concern could be felt coming from your lips.

“Of course I like him. I work with him. He’s my partner.” she responded and nervously began to rub her hands against her thighs.

“You know that’s not what I meant. Is he that handsome that it’s bothering you?” you got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen to pour yourself another glass of wine since you finished the last one.

“Please stop. He’s definitely not my type. He’s arrogant, has got a big ego and always have that stupid smile on his face every time we go somewhere.” She folded her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes.

“Oh I hope I’ll meet him someday. I want to know who’s working with my best friend.” you winked at her and laughed along Chloe.

“Some day for sure.” Chloe was praying that this whole Lucifer topic will end with that. “Tell me you have someone?” She tried to change the topic of that conversation.

“Of course not. Some time ago I had a date with this guy named Brian but it didn’t go well and I lost hope for finding someone.” You said going back to couch and putting your glass on the coffee table that was in front of you. “Listen I’m gonna go and change because this jeans are so uncomfortable and I’m losing my shit with them” You grabbed your bag and went to bathroom to change. You picked your normal pjs which were just crop top with caption ‘Satan is my daddy’ on it and black bottoms.

“Oh Jesus Y/N what a shirt” Chloe blurted as soon as she saw you.

“It’s just a crop top Chloe. Can you just chill? We are already drinking a second bottle of wine and you still seem so stressed about something.” You declared after seeing her sitting so tense. One of the movies you’ve chosen was still playing in the room and none of you was watching it so Chloe switched it to music channel.

“Y/N I’m so sorry. I know I screwed this up. I’ve been stressed about work and Trixie and I don’t know what to do. I hoped I will invite you, we will have fun together after long time and this feelings would go away, but I guess it doesn’t go away and I can’t have fun. I messed up” she sighed and got up from the couch to just stand in front of you having her hands on your shoulder.

“We’re all humans after all, Chloe. I get it and I understand. You don’t have to worry. We can talk about it if you want and we still have time to make it fun. Go get change into your pj’s and and I’m expecting you turning back with a smile on your face.” You smirked to her and went up to set new snacks on coffee table.

When Chloe returned she didn’t have time to say anything because the bell from the door rang immediately.

“Did you invite anyone else?” You asked curiously.

“Of course not. Just you and me. No one else.” She added going to the door to check who was that. You were just standing right behind her.

She opened the door and Chloe saw the the last person she wanted to see today.

“What are you doing here?” She hissed and it was obvious that she didn’t want that person’s presence. You still couldn’t see who that person was.

“Oh don’t be so rude detective. I was in the neighbourhood and I thought that I’ll stop by with a visit.” You heard men’s strong deep voice with a British accent.

Chloe was so tired of this. She didn’t have strength to fight with that man and let him in and then you saw him. The man was a lot taller than you, shit he towered over you. You were so shock seeing that handsome man that you though that you were having a hallucinations seeing a Greek god. He had pitch black hair with little stubble. His hazel brown eyes were twisting into yours like he wanted to see every inch of your soul. Of course his devilish smile was there too to give him another hundred points to looking too fuckin’ good. He was dressed in fancy black suit and black button up that hugs his body so perfectly. You could see from distance that under all that suit he must be having a nice, trained body. Is that legal to look that handsome? You though to yourself.

“Bloody hell detective, I didn’t know you were having a company.” He sent you an evil grin and came into your way. Chloe stood there and she was about to say something when that man spoke to you.

“Hi, my name is Lucifer. Lucifer Morningstar.” He stepped closer to you and took your hand in his. He kissed the top of your hand.

“Like the devil?” You asked and you didn’t know if to laugh or to start panicking.

“Don’t bring my dad into this darlin’. Yeah, like the devil.” He still was having that smirk that could knock you off of your feet by any second. “And you are?”

“I’m Y/N” you gulped suddenly feeling naked under Lucifer’s gaze.

“Oh that’s a real beautiful one” he responded and lean in just to be few centimetres away from your figure. He took one of strands of your hair and put them behind your ear whispering to you. “I really like your shirt baby.”

You wanted to say something, anything but you just couldn’t. You didn’t want to believe that is was that guy Lucifer that you were asking Chloe about.

“Okey enough, Lucifer. Leave Y/N alone. What do you want?” Chloe closed the door behind him and asked Lucifer with frown on her face and furrowed brows. She had her hands on her hips and she really looked like she was not in the mood for such things.

“I said loud and clear I came just to check on you, but now as I see your friend I might want something.” He chuckled and looked at you again. You were so intimidated by his presence that you were looking down at the floor in that moment with blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“Can you stop being the perv that you actually are? If you don’t stop you’ll have to leave.” She urged staying in the hallway. Chloe really was pissed off.

“Okey dokey.” Lucifer raised his hands up in a gesture of surrender and he stepped back from you and went to the living room and you and Chloe follow along.

“Okey ladies, let’s start the night properly” Lucifer loud voice echoed through the room and you already had known that you gonna regret it later.

Chloe told you and Lucifer that she had enough of drinking and that’s it. She was not the one to convince so you and Lucifer were left to the alcohol that still was in the house. After another two bottles of wine and another two hours later in the night Chloe’s phone started buzzing and within moments she went to grab it and answered the call leaving the room. You knew you two were pretty drunk but you could still manage with yourself. Lucifer on the other hand after that two hours ended up with his shirt half unbuttoned and messed up hair after you challenged him to do so. You couldn’t get your eyes off of him sitting like that with his legs spread out and your whole body was screaming to straddle his lap. You though you were going to drool yourself at sight of his muscular torso. You felt pretty damn wet in your panties after sights like this.

“Guys I’m leaving for now. I’ll be right back but Dan called me saying that Trixie is burning up and probably having a fever. I’m going to pick her up. I have already ordered a taxi. Please don’t do something stupid. Y/N, I’m counting on you” Chloe shouted to you putting on her shoes, already changed and slumming her front door shut.

“Guess we have some time alone sweetheart.” Black-haired man said to you turning his head towards you. He put one of his massive hands on your thigh and you sighed after his touch touching your sensitive skin. Your knees were touching and you felt shiver running down your spine. His face was millimetres away from yours. The pad of his thumb running across your bottom lip making you tremble. Your breath hitched as Lucifer smirked at you.

“What do you say baby girl? I know you want me.” He seductively admitted. His deep voice echoing through your years. You felt like you were in trance. Thoughts and consequences be damned, you wanted him more than you’d ever wanted anything, and fuck anything that was in your way.

His thumb moving away from your lips as he was leaning in closer to you. His lips ghosting over yours. His hands cupped your face with his two hands caressing your cheeks. Both of you starred at each other. Your eyes fluttered closed as Lucifer laid his lips on yours. He kissed you passionately, your lips moving in sync. Lucifer’s eyes fluttering closed as well. He grabbed a hold of your hair pulling at them causing a moan felt from your lips as the kiss began to got deeper and needer. You decided to make a move and straddle his lap. His fingers moved from your jaw to your hips digging into them harshly. Your fingers quickly unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on his shirt. Your hands didn’t waste time to trail down his muscular torso what made him groan into the kiss. You broke the kiss first moving your head down towards his exposed chest, pressing your lips against it. You trailed wet, sloppy kisses down his chest, then down towards his stomach. Stopping above the waistline of his pants. Lucifer smirked down at you, as you got on your knees. Looking up at him, as you undid the button of his pants, then unzipped the zip pulling his pants down, as well as his boxers, you freed his growing bulge. Lucifer let out a hiss, as his cock sprang up, while you bit your lip. You stared at his big cock in awe making your way back to the couch to sit next to him.

“You like what you see baby girl? Would you like daddy’s cock in your tight, little pussy of yours? He asked grabbing a firm hold of your jaw making you look him straight into his eyes.

“Hell yes, please daddy” you said arching your back to get some friction from your actions.

Lucifer lowered you to the mattress, your back met the rough material of the living room’s couch. It felt so inviting, so intimidating. You wanted that so badly, your entire body screamed for pleasure. You felt air leave your lungs because of the handsome man has begun to kiss your neck. Your chest were heaving, you raised a hand to the base of his neck and held him there as he sucked strong marks onto your skin. Little moan left you, while your body began to surrender to him.

“You’ll be in hell soon darlin’. Sorry baby but this shirt needs to get out with rest of your clothes but it’s so beautiful and welcoming.” He quickly made you get rid of your clothes quickly. When Lucifer bended down while still keeping his brown eyes locked with yours his tongue swiped a lick atop your breast, then immediately took your stiffened tit in his mouth to suck. His other hand worked on massaging your other breast and you forgot about everything around you and let your body take over as your mouth produced another groan. That’s when he decided to pull your nipple lightly in between his teeth.

“Oh, fuck,” you exhaled the curse in ecstasy.

“Naughty girl aren’t you.” Lucifer grinned, but his tone suggested he’s aroused with your language. His hand ran down the plane of your stomach and slipped down to feel your pulsing desire. You could see it in his eyes how pleased he is at the amount of slickness he felt coating his fingers. He toyed with your clit in deliberately slow circles, and you whined at his touch while moving your hips to receive more stimulation. But Lucifer’s fingers went on to explore further inside you, and you couldn’t hold back the gasp that left your lips as he began to stretch you. He bended down again so that his face is above yours, cologne so strong yet soothing. Lucifer’s kisses were hot and needy. His tongue made a reappearance and became acquainted with yours. Your next gasp bled into a groan into his mouth when he added another finger.

“Yeah, please daddy, I want your cock so bad inside me.” you practically begged.

His fingers may be removed from your sopping heat, but in their place, Lucifer’s bending cock slided between your legs to coat it with your wet pussy. Dark haired man finally entered you. Your back lifted off the bed as you let out a lust-filled cry. It was a tight and delicious fit with your muscles constricting around his eager girth. The man’s lips twisted up at the sound and creates his own unbridled groan.

“Spread your legs wide, babydoll. Take the devil all in.” He was so big you didn’t even know how you can adjust, but your body found a way to relax enough for Lucifer to slide in deeper.

Your eyes squeezed shut at how he stretched you fully, but your voice begged him to move, to give you more. He went on to create a steady rhythm with his hips and all with that filthy comments on how tight and perfect you felt around him. You made another desperate noise as you continue your ascent, which prompts him to ask between grunts, “Speak, love. What do you need from daddy?”

“Your big hands with your fingers daddy” you somehow told with filling voice your need amidst your hedonistic sounds.

“It’s going to the direction I didn’t know it’s going” Lucifer laughed with devilish smirk upon his face.

It was what you need after all, the extra stimulation to bring you closer and closer to what could be the strongest orgasm of your life. In a series of ‘yes’s and curses, you reached another plane of existence. Flashes of white light grew behind your eyes while your mouth widened. Lucifer, in turn, exhaled a shaky and pleasurable moan as your body repeatedly constricted and pulled around his cock.

“Oh shit, doll, just right there.” He came inside you, hot and fast, and you feel the descent of your high flow through you. Every part of you was warm and exhilarated and thoroughly pleased. When Lucifer pulled out from you, he rolled over back onto the couch. His grin read that his own desires have been fulfilled. You knew you got yourself into a deep shit and there’s no way going back.

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demonicxrocker · 2 years ago

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current inbox status: anon + non-anon requests are on. feel free to request stuff, just don't be a fucking cunt ty

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last updated: oct 30, 2024

hey hey— the name's mod corey. they/them pronouns, very aroace, and local edit maker

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icons

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playlists

care kits/clothing kits (is that what they're called?)

stimboards

moodboards

wallpapers (very selective bc it's been a bit)

layouts

name sets

pronoun sets (selective xp)

color picked pride flags

transparents (will be posted onto my transparents account and reblogged here)

probably more things im not thinking about atm tbh lol

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canadian cartoons (grojband, looped, yin yang yo, camp lakebottom are the ones that pop up in my head first, but im down for editing almost all of them)

sonic (somewhat selective since im not that heavily into the franchise)

pokemon + pokemon media (ie the starters series by movieunleashers, etc)

any generation of my little pony, littlest pet shop, strawberry shortcake, care bears

any show that aired on qubo in it's lifetime (ie. pecola, sitting ducks, babar, sandra the fairytale detective, sally bollywood, etc etc)

disney animated shows (amphibia, gravity falls, wander over yander, the owl house, etc) (semi-selective)

SOME nickelodeon animated shows/nicktoons (making fiends, danny phantom, fairly oddparents, my life as a teenage robot, etc etc)

rise of the tmnt (friends/mutuals can request other tmnt series)

cookie run (ovenbreak + other games, mainly. will do kingdom but it's VERY fucking selective)

super phantom cat games, spoon pets / neko atsume, postknight 1 + 2, etc (mobile games, basically)

super cat bros / super cat tales games

browser games like heart star, double panda, and etc. their mobile game counterparts are allowed too

cartoon network shows (adventure time, regular show, over the garden wall, etc etc) (semi-selective)

lego shows (ninjago, monkie kid, nexo knights, etc etc) (selective)

sanrio (aggrestuko included)

little witch academia. and also any of the monster collecting animes (digimon, bakugan, yugioh, yokai watch, etc)

minecraft, minecraft story mode, and mcyt in general (hermitcraft, last life series, empires, etc etc.)

dude, that's my ghost!

webshows (group 5, dick figures, happy tree friends, bravest warriors, jumpcut!, and etc) (semi-selective)

webcomics (ie. sparklecare, ghost eyes, it hurts, serendipity, deathsitter, etc etc) (semi-selective)

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fetish-y type shit (i am NOT explaining this one.)

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inquisitorius-sin-bin · 2 years ago

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Do you have anything on Gaverick that didn't make it into Whiskey and Teeth? Any backstory or anything? I found him to be quite interesting, even if he wasn't too important to the story.

Ohh plenty! Thanks for asking!

Actually kind of the way I come up with these scenerios and OC's, after I initially develop them, I tend to keep them and reuse them over and over again. I developed this little world months ago, and I've experiemented with lots of little ways that story can end or extend. And sometimes you have characters like Pidge, Zell, and Parth - the crew of The Kite, who tend to follow my main protagonist around through different stories. Like normally protag is a very environmentally minded person, whether or not they start as a Jedi or a non-force-sensitive person, who gets radicalized by the Empire's rampant destruction of habitat and worlds in the sake of progress. And over time they get this ship they call The Kite, and they pick up this crew one by one. And then from there, I've gone like probably a dozen different directions.

But Gaverick is unique to this world. I loved the idea of having this run down, rough bar in a shady part of town that is literally run by a guy who looks like the devil, and he looks all grisled and tough just like the place, but deep down he really cares about his regulars. And our protagonist, they go there because it's their vice. They are a bit of a folk hero on the good side of town for the ecoterrorism they pull against the Empire and giving power back to the people, but they have to get away from that and they come to this place probably more often than they should. Maybe every time they feel guilty about surviving the Jedi Purge. Maybe when their crew makes them think about their youngling creche. Because this person gave all that up and they know they fight with passion and outrage and reckless abandon, they don't follow that path anymore. So it felt kind of beautiful to have the hero of the "good" part of town have this inner darkness and beast they need to feed, and in contrast, the hero of the "bad" part of town looks like the devil himself but has a heart of gold and truly, genuinely cares.

And Gaverick, and all the townspeople, and The Kite crew all definitely believe the protagonist is a Jedi. They are very protective of them, but only Gaverick really knows about what they get up to at night, so they have this special bond. And I've definitely explored possibilities where Gaverick actually calls their crew the moment they leave the bar to find the Inquisitor. I kind of get the sense that part of why Gaverick is so overprotective is that maybe he also used to be a folk hero of the town, like he's the old legend and he's hoping to pass the reigns down to the newbie, but the protagonist really takes a lot of unecessary risks and he's doing his best to guide them.

Also I love the irony that the protagonist cannot admit to anyone else that they've fallen from the Jedi path and don't consider themselves a Jedi, and they never use their lightsabers in front of anyone, but then the moment the Inquisitor shows up, they find it very easy to tell him that. He's a total stranger, and yet they have this particular emotional intimacy for him specifically as a fellow dark-side user. I think that is why everyone immediately gets the sense this is different from the other dangerous scum-of-the-galaxy types they've picked up. Because they really crave that particular connection and being able to open up that one secret that absolutely no one, not even Gaverick, who knows all their other secrets, knows.

I also really dig a third secret alternate ending for the fic where Gaverick is two streets down with the Star Wars equivalent of a pump-action shotgun, ready for them to come out of their alleyway, but hey, this one had to end the way it did this time.

I'm glad he stuck with you! He lives in my brain rent-free as well. And the other three. Hopefully I can manage writing down another one of my many, many scenerios that feature them more prominently so you can officially meet them sometime.

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jay-and-dean · 4 years ago

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Don’t look down, Baby Part 1/3

Dean x reader

Summary : Dean told her to ignore the “thing” between them and to jump in any guy’s arms. Any of them but him.

When we think of a guy our Y/n could be with, longing for Dean, it’s usually a nice dude, a little boring, right ? Because who can compete with Dean ? Now, what if this guy was as badass as Dean ?

Characters : Dean Winchesters, Sam Winchester, Reader, Abraham Hale (OC)

Warnings : Angst, jealous Dean, Smut (unprotected sex -you’re smarter than this !-, oral, also kinda lame sex if it’s a warning), cheating, swearing, smoking, drinking... More warnings in the second part.

Wordcount : 6k (yes, just the part one... now you get why I cut it.)

Note : So for the Aestetic, I used the face of Jax Teller from Sons Of Anarchy, and you have to know, even if Abraham Hale looks like him, he is totally an OC.

This is writen both in Reader and Dean’s Pov. Dean’s thought are in italic.

Text divider by the talented @talesmaniac89

Jay’s Masterlist

September 16, 10:33pm

Dean’s POV

I always thought that when Y/n finds a guy, it would be the perfect douche I wanted for her. Some nice dude named Robert, a cop maybe, or a realtor with a friendly family.

He would annoy me to death with his stories about growing up in a farm, and call her Pumpkin. He would worry a little when she goes out with us because he thinks we drink too much when we’re together.

He would tear her from me and I would hate him for that. She would skip a hunt to meet his parents, another to spend a few days in the cabin he rented… But even if it breaks my heart, it would be exactly what I want for her, so I would let her go.

I had it all planned.

But, of course, she didn’t play by the rules.

And that guy is no Robert…

His loud manly laugh tears me from my thoughts. His tattooed hand wraps around his whiskey glass and I turn my head to that waitress that always gives me warm smiles, she’s staring at him now, with the sweetness that was once for me.

Abe.

Ex-gang member, Abe. Bad guy turned good. Raised by the widow of a gang member, in a violent environment, he already had a criminal record at fourteen, started selling guns before he was officially allowed to drink, ended up in prison at Twenty-two.

Sweet smile Abe. Reformed bad boy with an attitude. Became a hunter after he met a vampire gang and slew them to the last. Now defender of the good citizen, he found his fight, and the hunters talk about him as one of the bests.

Afraid of nothing and ready to fight, charismatic, alpha Abe. His muscular arm in the back of my girl, his long blond hair falling on his face when he lights up a cigarette in a grunt of content while she touches his neck.

Abe. My new nemesis.

“So Dean” he says with his deep voice hoarse from smoking too much. “How did you meet my girl ?”

I met her on a hunt, invited her to my room and took her on that wall. Do you remember, Y/n ? Don’t look down baby, look at me.

“On a hunt.”

“That’s how I met her too” he smiles and kisses her temple. “Seems like we have a lot in common.”

“Looks like we do” I state.

Her eyes darken and she turns her head, I know how to read her, she is pissed, and I don’t even know why. I did nothing, I said nothing, and her rock-and-roll version of prince charming is worshiping her, so what causes that bitterness ?

What is it, baby ? Am I missing something ?

“So I heard your brother and you have this fucking palace ?” he gives me a corner smile, smoke coming out of his nose.

“Who told you that ?” I grunt.

What is the point of a secret bunker if it is as secret as a freaking tweet ?

He chuckles and takes a sip of his whiskey, not answering.

Abe never answers all the questions he is asked, maybe it is some cool thing for guys like him, maybe it is his way of look mysterious or powerful. What is sure is, as annoying as it is, it freaking works. But each time he smirks with his eyes lost in the bottom of his glass in a little huff instead of speaking, I get closer to losing it and smashing his pretty face on the table.

“I told him” she says almost coldly. “Like you did all your friends, Abe is my boyfriend, Dean.”

I nod. What can I say, she’s right after all. She’s always right…

She was right about that cop being the bad guy the first time we hunted together, right about the fact that my so-called bond with Amara would fade the second she gets whatever she wanted. She was right about Jack being a good kid but dangerous enough to need to be watched and educated instead of pushed away. Right about Mary hurting me more than I admitted…

She was right when she said I was wrong. The day I told her we shouldn’t sleep together again, that she should just ignore that thing between us and jump in any guy’s arms. Any of them but me…

I really say that : any of them. I did.

Did you choose Abe just to annoy me, baby ? To prove a point ? You had to bring a guy who would beat me at my own grumpy-loner-badass-crap-drink-too-much game, right ?

“That place sounds sure awesome, because Y/n keeps coming back to it” he states, not letting me know the true meaning he puts in that sentence, his piercing blue eyes free of any emotions on the surface.

“Well it’s home for her” I say, and that bastard chuckles. “Is it funny ?”

“Not at all !” he says with a warm and kind laugh, and a friendly tap on my shoulder. “You should relax Dean, you look like the bar is full of demons !”

I stay stern, I know I should probably look friendly, but I rarely hated someone nice that much.

He gets up and kisses her head before he walks away, his manly way to move catching women’s attention, and some men’s too. One of his hand goes through his blond hair while he walks to the bathroom with the other hand deep in his jeans’ pocket.

“So… Abe, huh ?” I ask, the second he’s gone.

I should be more coherent, I know. I want her gone, but I want her for me. I was sure I was ready to see her with someone else, it’s been three years. Three years ! After we only made love six times. She is not mine, she never was.

And I thought calling her Baby in my head would make me strong. It’s a weird feeling, like I could let her be happy, but still feel special. I would have been the passion of her youth, the one that died young and of which she would think a little when she rocks her baby in her pretty house…

I had somehow romanticized my heartbreak.

But that doesn’t feel romantic at all. And all I can think of is that he is passion too, I’m not dead, and I just have to see him touch her and imagine them at night…

“Yes” she says, still with that bitterness in her voice. “You could make an effort, Dean. He has been nothing but nice, and you act like he’s an enemy.”

“I haven’t decided if he is one yet.”

She rolls her eyes and shakes her head in disapproval.

I recognize hurt. My Y/n, when she’s hurt, she gets angry. Always. And I made her angry so often. Her irritation is growing, I can see it in her burning eyes.

“You can’t do that” she says low. “You can’t treat him like that, no one gives you the right.”

“And him ?” I dare asking, staring at her reddened face. “Does he treat you right ?”

Her eyes fills with tears again and her jaw clenches.

“Better than you did, you mean ?” her words feel like a stab in my heart.

Reader’s POV

I didn’t want to say that, it came out by itself.

I’m thin-skinned lately. I feel like I could cry or scream any moment, all the time. My emotions have always been loud, my sensibility overwhelming, but for a few weeks I’m drowning.

The fact that I decided to try to get over Dean Winchester probably caused that.

A long time ago, I thought living with Dean without ever having him would be the worst, then I saw him with other women and was convinced I was mistaking before : the worst was definitely that. How wrong was I ?

The worst is having had him. Not once, but several times, each time a little more intimate. More kisses, more touches, more suspended seconds watching in each other’s eyes… Until we spent that night together, that last night, and he fell asleep against me for the first time.

It was over. It was too much for Dean, and not enough for me.

Dean Winchester can’t belong to anyone, not again. He doesn’t want to be a boyfriend, and he doesn’t want me to be his girl ; who am I to insist ?

“Well, that’s a minimum” he answers in a soft groan after a little while, and my heart breaks because I just did what I swore I would never do : Reproach him for any of it.

“I’m sorry” I sigh, thinking of those weeks after the last night, when I had to hide the worst pain I ever felt because I didn’t want him to feel bad about not wanting me.

I still do... -feel that pain and try to hide- because Abe or not, I still live with Dean and he doesn’t deserve to carry my pain on top of the world on his shoulders.

“Can you at least try ?” I beg, low, seeing my boyfriend getting out of the restroom but stopping next to the door to talk to someone he obviously knows.

“Yes” Dean answers. “I’m just… He’s a hunter and…”

“He’s a good man” I assure him, looking at Abe walking toward us above Dean’s shoulder. “He comes from a dark place, like us, but he is a good man.”

September 21, 08:12pm

“That place is crazy !” Abe says, sitting at the table of the library. “I have never seen anything like this.”

While Sam tells him a little more about the bunker, I look at my boyfriend.

I stare at him, trying to get rid of that uncomfortable impression, that feeling screaming that he doesn’t belong here ; because if he doesn’t belong in the bunker, then he probably just has nothing to do in my life.

A lot of memories cross my mind, like it happens a lot lately.

The memory of entering the bunker for the first time and deeply knowing that, as long as I am welcome here, this would be my home. Because it just feels right and because, even if I’m not the granddaughter of Henri Winchester, he trusted me with this place, as much as he trusted his family. That man actually welcomed me like Mary never really did, like I was just as legit as blood.

At his frank smile, the memory of meeting Abe crosses me too. I was alone in this hunter bar, trying to get information for a case. I hadn’t told Sam and Dean that I would go there, because I know how much uncomfortable the hunter community makes them. And I was introduced to him : Abraham Hale. I found him so beautiful, with his mischievous smile that seemed to mock the entire world, his wheat blond hair and his tattoos. Something felt so safe about him, not because he looked like a bad boy, but because he was light and happy, laughing at everything and taking nothing seriously… All that Dean wasn’t.

I loved his wild energy right away. Abe was like the drums in a rock song, like summer wind. In his arms, I forgot about Dean for a few seconds a day during the first weeks. We spent days sleeping and having sex behind the curtains of that motel room, hiding from summer heat, and nights drinking and listen to rock music...

But now I look at him, his bright blue eyes seem pale next to the deep green looking back, and his beauty is bland.

“Thank you for showing me your home, Treasure” he says, putting a tender hand on my back like he always does.

And my eyes cross Dean’s.

I know what he’s thinking, he’s cringing at the nickname, and that reminds me why I am with Abe : Dean never gave me a nickname, he never called me anything else than my name, he will never and even when others do, he thinks it’s lame and cheesy.

Dean’s POV

That hurt on her face again.

Baby, you can’t look at me like that each time he calls you Treasure . I don’t like it, but you’re supposed to do.

This is much harder than I thought, and I was aware it would be impossible.

Each and every one of his actions makes me face my own contradictions : The more loving he is, the more I want to push him away from her. But the more she seems distant and to have her head in the clouds, the more it eases the pain. Am I selfish enough to hate her happiness even though I love her ?

I was in control, during those three years not touching her, my heart was aching with craving and my soul was screaming at me to make her love me. But as much as the heartbreak was constant, I had chosen it. I was in control.

I never realize that it was only bearable because she was still here, my partner, my best friend, my roommate. Mine.

Now she took it back. She raised her middle finger right in my face and decided she wouldn’t be mine anymore.

And that is a whole new level of pain.

I don’t sleep when she’s not home, and sometimes food just won’t let me eat it. She texts during our movie nights and wears that pendant he gave her. I hate that pendant because it reminds me I never gave her a present. Not once in all those years.

“Another drink ?” Y/n asks him with the bottle in her hand.

“Don’t you drive ?” I cut him before he answers and I see her eyes shoot me with imaginary bullets.

I’m sorry Baby but it’s movie night tonight, can’t he just leave already ?

“He’s right” she says giving me a little hope that she will ask him to leave soon. “You should stay for the night.”

My breathing gets stuck in my lungs.

No Baby, don’t do that to me. Please.

“With pleasure !” he smiles.

September 21, 11:49pm

Reader’s Pov

He grabs my thigh to lift it a little and grunt in my ear. His kisses are hot on my neck, his heavy body moving cautiously on top of me.

My eyes are on the ceiling, my hands on his sweaty muscular back and I wait.

Damn, what is happening ? He’s close, I am going to fake it ? I swore I would never fake, I swore if the guy can’t get me there, he should know, but… Abe is not the problem, I am.

I just watch the ceiling wondering what is wrong with me. He did everything right, nice foreplays and those love words he always has for me. But nothing seems to turn me on anymore, and without the need and the pleasure, his thrusts are just uncomfortable and I feel weird.

Come already.

I sigh. I know what is making this impossible. Dean. This fucker is the last I had in my own bed, the only one in fact. And everything reminds me that Abe is not Dean fucking Winchester !

“You okay Treasure ?” he pants in my ear, nibbling at it.

I’m not a freaking snack, what is it with his mouth and teeth always ?

“Yes” I fake a moan. “I’m close Abe, come.”

Just don’t be loud, that would be so awkward.

When he loses rhythm, I close my eyes at the relief, it won’t be long now, make it stop. He shakes a little and grunt loud, filling the condom inside of me ; and, to make my fake moans credible, I clench my walls around him one time or two, rolling my eyes at his proud groan.

Sex with Abe used to be so much more than this. I'm getting frustrated. Did I break something in me ? Why can't I enjoy anything anymore ?

He rolls on my side, panting, and smiles tenderly at me. He’s beautiful, I have to admit that, and he’s nice and loving.

“You’re amazing” he hums. “I guess I can’t smoke in your bedroom ?”

“I don’t mind” I answer sincerely. “The air co is magical, just, don’t smoke more than one.”

He sits on the bed to get his pants, his beautiful tattooed back on me. The smoke flies in pretty wreath. I put my hand on the lion tattooed on his back. It suits him, with his solar attitude and his confidence, his beautiful blond hair…

Yet I keep longing for my wolf.

Dean’s Pov

Now I know I could kill him. And now I know what the limit amount of pain I can take is.

I pace my room like a crazy man. He is taking her, my Baby. He is sinking inside of her and stealing pleasure. Does she wrap her legs around him like she always did with me ? To push me deeper. Is she as responsive ? As lost in pleasure as she was ? With that way only she has too beg for more with her entire body, voice strangled and arms caging me the best she can…

Is she…

“F-fuck…” I whine, holding my heart.

I think I just felt it break.

Baby…

Breathing is painful now, I feel like I’m drowning.

Baby… Why did you have to do that to me ? I know I hurt you but your revenge is unbearable.

I sit on my bed, still holding my chest.

I can’t take it, you know.

“Shit” I grunt.

How can this kind of familiar panic attack be back ? How can this hurt so much ? It’s not Hell, it’s not Purgatory…

“It is Hell” I say out loud.

Loosing you, Baby. It’s Hell. Do you love him ? Because…

“Fuck, I love her” I whine.

September 28, 06:05pm

Sitting in my “Fortress of Deanitude”, I wait. The tray with snacks is there, beers too, and Netflix is ready for our next episode of Stanger Things.

But there is a big chance she won’t come. Our movie nights are getting rarer and rarer, like our time together in general. And this place is slowly becoming a Fortress of Solitude…

You never know how much you need something until you lost it, right ? I was stupid enough to think I could be stronger than the need for her and now look at me, alone in that big empty room in a bigger emptier bunker.

All I can think of is how much each day pulls her closer to him and further from me. They are building memories in which I’m not, they are building an intimacy that I lost three years ago. She will forget me and he will have her, maybe even make her change a little, until one day she is among those people who talk about their personal tastes by saying “we”. “We prefer red wine”.

Ew.

Is he going to change my girl, for real ? Make her love Led Zeppelin a little less, make her a little less her, make her want other things, another life, need me less ? Our things will become unimportant and be replaced by all kind of other things I have no idea about.

I take a long sip of my glass. It’s not like I had my word to say anyway. I lost her. I lost her in the worst way possible : willingly.

But just when I’m about to get up and go put the snacks away, she opens the door, panting a little, like she had ran.

“Dean” she says entering the room. “I’m sorry. There was an accident on the road and the traffic was disturbed.”

You were at his place, Baby, and you ran to me ?

A little smile lights up my face when her presence revive my heart.

“It’s okay” I say.

“I’m late, but I have…” she takes her hand out of her purse. “Giant skittles !”

“You found them ?” I smile, sitting straighter when she hands me a bag.

Our things are not all gone. And she still cares about me and about our time together.

“Yup ! I made Abe stop in every shop yesterday.”

So you think of me when you’re with him, Baby ? Have you ever thought of me while he was inside of you ?

“Sit” I pat the armchair next to mine. “Let’s find out if Dusty’s girlfriend exists !”

“I really hope !” she exclaims, taking off her jacket.

I try not to look at her, but when she quickly takes off her jeans to slip in her pajamas pants, I swallow hard. Those thighs could have been for me, and I could have watched the show while holding her.

She sits with her knees up against her chest in the big chair next to me, and takes a beer. My eyes are glued to her, looking for anything unusual, and fearing it more than anything in the same time.

“What ?” she calls me out of my thoughts.

“Nothing, I…” have no idea how to finish this sentence.

“I’m still okay you know ?” she says without looking at me, playing with the label of her beer bottle. “You always stare at me like something had happened to me. I know what you think of Abraham, but he doesn’t treat me bad.”

Reader’s Pov

“I’m sorry” he sighs. “You know how protective I can get. Especially with you…”

A chuckle escapes me and I know he doesn’t like it, but protective with me ? He broke my heart. He ripped it and threw it on the floor because I had said those words.

“Yeah…” I nod, nibbling at my lip. “You won’t find bruises on me.”

He doesn’t answer.

When did we become like this ?

After a silence, he hands me candies and presses play. But, chewing on sugar and my eyes on the screen, I keep my full attention on him.

I have everything any girl would want : A lover with hot blood, beauty and a heart of gold. But I'm not any girl, and the only thing I want is Dean Winchester. The genius who thinks he's dumb, the scared little boy who lost his mom, the leader, the victim of his fate, the killer, the loyal friend, the rebel, the torturer, the perfect brother, the wary hunter, the crappy dancer ; grumpy Dean, childish Dean, stubborn Dean, all of Dean...

I look at him and my eyes travel down his neck, his beard is fighting to grow back there but I know he won't let it. The slow movements of his chest are mesmerizing. My eyes go down, to his thighs and crotch...

I really shouldn't let myself look there but his smell and aura are like a mermaid song and I'm drowning. His strength is radiating of him and I feel myself respond to it in everyone of my heartbeats.

He could make me scream. He always did, so easily. Dean made me cry of pleasure more than once, sometimes without any effort, the brushes of his fingers, the burning of his kisses... And when he finally buried himself inside of me, it was like a firework in Heaven. He never had to do anything really special...

And now I wonder : Is something broken about me ? Abe is passionate and loving, we used to work great, he was easy as whiskey. And he loves me. Why am I unable to enjoy any of it lately ?

My eyes trace the bump in Dean’s pants and I remember the simple ecstasy of feeling his cock twitch for me. Dean... I bite my lip to hold back the moan hanging on my tongue. His thigh moves a little, strong muscles hidden in his jeans, and I think of his stomach contracting that time he came on my tongue. I…

“I see you” his deep serious voice hits the air like thunder.

I look up to meet his eyes and realize I have been staring at his crotch, licking my lips and probably visibly holding back moans.

“Do you need something ?” he asks with a proud aura on his face.

I want to punch that expression off of his perfect features.

I look down and sigh. Yes, I do. I need him, not only want like I would like to think, but need indeed. I need him to feel my body, to make it alive, and to hear my soul breathe again.

“Dean…” I just say.

Like it was an answer or reproach but of course, he hears it for what it is.

A call.

So he gets up, suddenly so tall that he eclipses the TV, the light and my will. He comes in front of me, standing there, making me look up timidly through my lashes. His strong hand lands cautiously on my cheek, gently holding my face while I lean on his touch.

I can resist him. I can.

I think of Abe's sweet smile, of his deep voice and his arms around me. I think of this night he told me about jail and I tried all I could to make him feel safe again, that was a beautiful moment... We are something beautiful Abe and me. We are going to make it right, to make it count. Right ?

As my heart fights itself, playing all the love songs I know at once in my head in a deafening dim of emotions, my eyes fill with tears. I know what is going to happen, and the cruel god writing my story can stop there, the end is already obvious.

I can't resist Dean. I just can't.

And Abe will cry, right ? He trusts me. He will take his bag and yell maybe, the sun inside of him will get clouded, he will drive away. Then I will let my body slide on the door frame, unable to hold my weight up, because I will have broken the only man that ever truly loved me.

I look down to hide the pain from Dean, but he knows me better.

"I can leave" he says.

But it's the last thing I want because I miss him, I miss him like a part of me died years ago and I still feel empty and cold... I miss him when I'm alone, and even more when I'm not.

When he's about to move, take a step back to leave me alone, I grab his belt and hold him in place firmly. I have no plan, no solid thought, but I know I can't be away from him for now. He smells both like the most familiar home and the wildest dream.

My other hand grazes the fabric of his jeans on his thigh, I close my eyes for a second and a little whimper escapes me. I started touching Dean less than a day after meeting him, and it seems I can't be around him without having my hands on his body.

He hums, staring down at me, bow legs slightly parted like he needed balance, like he was gripping the floor for both of us. Dean had always been my anchor. His shoulders look wider from down here and I want nothing more than letting my hands grab his butt to rub my cheek on his crotch like a cat marking its territory.

"Touch me like you need it, Baby" he murmurs and a little sob escapes me unexpectedly.

He never ever called me Baby.

He never gave me any nickname like he never gave me the place I thought I could take in his heart. And Abe, he calls me Treasure. He welcomed me in his heart...

"What's wrong ?" Dean asks like he didn't know.

Dean Winchester is the world's greatest hero, saved basically everyone's life without any reward, and for this he is a saint ; and still, he's the one that is going to be the end of me. Hero or not, he's my villain.

"Everything is wrong, Dean" I answer in a broken voice. "Everything."

He squats in front of me and my hand panics at losing my grip on his belt so it grasps his flannel like my life depends on it.

"Not everything" he whispers, bending to let his poisonous lips graze my skin.

My treacherous mouth opens in reflex at the proximity of his, making him respond by biting my lower lip. I whimper again and pull him closer.

"I got you" he states, letting his burning lips trace down my chin and my neck followed by his thumb, scratching my skin with his short nail. And I catch fire.

I let my head falls back and I surrender totally.

That's how bad he is for me : I could let him break my heart again without an hesitation, after it took me years to recover just enough to just function. And oh, I will. I will shatter the heart of the man that trusts me just to let Dean selfishly remind me how much I love him.

His breath is burning my skin, spreading in the fabric of my t-shirt when he buries his face on my chest, opening his mouth wide to pretend to bite my breast, hand cupping my sides like he had missed me for real. I let go of the plaid fabric to grip the short strand of his hair like I can.

"Dean..." the moan I have been holding comes out, filling the room with sin and the echo of future lies.

"I got you" he repeats.

His hungry hands seize my jeans and tear it open, fighting the metallic button's resistance brutally. The fabric hurts my lower back in a last resistance but is ripped off of me the second after, taking my panties in its way.

And before I can sit straighter now that I'm on the edge of the chair, before I can talk, think or breath. Dean's anaconda arms grab my thighs firmly and his burning breath is on my folds.

"Wh-" I start but what can I say now.

He kisses my folds like no men ever did : like he was in love with that part of me. An open mouth kiss, tongue eagerly lapping my juice from my entrance to my clit.

"AH !" I scream, arching my back but Dean doesn't take a second to breathe, burying his face on me.

I squirm, licking my lips like I was kissing him back but the place he is devouring can only respond with throbs and getting soaked, which is does.

I'm panting, I'm being eaten by the flames of that indescribable pleasure that is back. My stomach is shaking, my temples are beating so loud. I suck a breath when he sucks at my clit, moist hand gripping the leather of the chair.

"Dean" I moan again in the subdued light of the warm room.

He answers with a hum, and his nimble tongue pushes at my entrance, making my thighs shake violently in the vise grip of his arms.

I can't escape what Dean does to me so I let go.

My whole body falls backward when I come, harder than I have in years, holding his hair so tight it might hurt him, legs shaken by electricity, back arching and chest fighting itself to breath. My sensible clit seems to have nerves in my whole body and I fall silent, covered in sweat, suffocated by a forbidden crushing orgasm.

I whimper desperately, limp and lost, panting in the chair like I didn't realize yet what just hit me. But Dean knows what he's doing, he knows where this goes.

He opens his jeans, I can feel it even though I don't see him, my head still back, moaning at the caresses of his tongue on my neck. I bite my lip hard, hand moving from the arm of the chair to his, to feel his eagerness.

And he grabs my thighs harshly, making me fall on the floor with him and holds my back when I can't, keeping me against him.

"So wrong..." I whisper in a dying echo of my disgrace.

His hand grasps my face firmly and makes me look at him. His eyes have this fire in them, he clenches his jaw when I roll my lips a little, wetting his craved cock on me, dying of being finally filled by him.

"Keep your eyes on me" he groans, grabbing his length to guide it at my throbbing entrance.

"Dean..." I moan, fingers reaching his stomach under his clothes to feel it tremble.

"Eyes on me baby" he repeats low.

Dean's Pov

She can't think of him. Not now. I need her with me, I need her for me.

Feel me, baby.

I smile slightly when she dives her unfocused pupils in my eyes. She's perfect and I love her ; but I must say when she seems to surrender so completely to my touch, that's when forgot why I asked her to stay away.

When I enter her, her phone lights up once again in her back, on the floor. I groan loud as she wraps me like only she can, like she was trying to suck me inside her core. She's shaking, she's fighting to keep her eyes on me and I'm fighting that urge to grab her phone and shatter it in a million pieces against the wall.

She gasps, her body threatening to fall back so I hold her.

That's it baby, stay with me, feel me, let me take you like I used to when you were mine.

My hand fists her hair and my mouth gets attracted to her pulse point so I bend to suck at it, barely thrusting for now, just enjoying to be inside of her, feeling her pulsating with desire, the concrete hard floor digging in my knees.

Her arms wrap around me, she cling to me and I try to ignore my jealousy shouting at me.

Baby, you try to ignore me but can he do that to you ? Can he turn you into a purring cat like that ?

"Dean" she moans, clenching around me, her thighs trying to get herself even closer so she takes me impossibly deeper.

"Say you want me" I murmur against her skin in a voice I barely recognize.

"I want you" she gives in, exhaling in my ear.

Behind her, her phone lights up one more time with a text : "I found us a case in California, Treasure."

=> PART 2

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things change | jhs

pairing: jung hoseok x oc

genre: FLUFFFFFF, established relationship

words: 3, 377

summary: when you're an unlikely pair but it works

“Do you ever wonder what it would be like if you weren’t with her?” Yoongi slurs, his alcohol breath apparent enough for Hoseok to scrunch in his direction.

Hoseok knew, though. What he meant. Drunk Yoongi got sentimental and curious, two perceptions that were dangerous independently and possibly collateral together.

“I don’t.” Hoseok shrugs.

Because being with you was the best thing that’s happened to him and he would be a crazy man to ever put himself through the angst of imagining a world that he was Jung Hoseok without you by his side. It was cheesy and he was sure if he said it to your face you’d groan and shove him by the shoulder. But he’s always been observant and he’d be the first to see the way your eyes soften in a way that no one else can notice but him.

“I do.” Yoongi snorts.

Hoseok raises an eyebrow. “Is there something you’d like to tell me?” He’s careful with his words because Yoongi was no snitch, even if he was absolutely wasted. But Hoseok can’t say his interest isn’t piqued. Especially when he surrendered himself to the DD (designated driver) of the group.

“It’s just”—Yoongi sighs, sitting up and his drink sloshes in his cup when he places it onto the table—“I’ve said this before and you’ve probably heard this a thousand times but the two of you are so different.”

Hoseok remains silent but doesn’t do anything to give away the thoughts floating through his mind. He was half-expecting the same words to leave his friend's mouth, but having it be confirmed only makes Hoseok internalise his sighs.

“Yeah. You and every person who’s seen the two of us together.” Hoseok grunts.

“Look. I know you hate it when people point it out.” Yoongi says. “And I’m not here to tell you what you already know and on a fundamental level, we both know that the birds of a feather flock together bullshit is redundant and unrealistic. It’s just that every time I see the two of you together—it works. And it’s bewildering maybe because I can’t ever imagine _____ letting you win an argument.”

Hoseok blinks. “She doesn’t.”

Yoongi snickers, throwing the last bit of his drink down his throat before leaning back into the plush booth of the club they were at.

When Jin suggested throwing a bachelor party at one of the hottest nightclubs in Seoul, Yoongi and Hoseok almost ditched purely because the two of them had girlfriends and they didn’t really want to hear the end of the story if a stripper suddenly thought they were free game for the night.

Frankly, Yoongi’s girl was far more possessive but she was sweet. She just didn’t like it when people were actively trying to sleep with her boyfriend.

You, on the other hand, were simply unbothered. It wasn’t because you didn’t care—because you did. Hoseok knew that even if you’d roll your eyes at him when he’d joke about going to a strip club with the boys. But you weren’t insecure, and that wasn’t to say that women who were outwardly concerned were. You were just assured, and you made an effort to let Hoseok know that he needed you as much as you needed him—so anything he did wouldn’t just hurt you, but him too.

“It’s just that you’re basically the most cheerful dude I know and I don’t think I’ve seen you ever frown at anyone. Even the barista who fucked up our order four times.” Yoongi recalls. “Then there’s ____ who’s resting face literally is a big fuck you to anyone who breathes in her direction.”

Hoseok snorts, sipping his virgin cocktail. Even if he wasn’t the DD, he couldn’t do alcohol so the minty flavour of his drink was a night refresher for a tiring night (though he spent it just moping in his seat while the rest of his single friends partied away).

“I get mad too.” Hoseok shrugs.

“Yeah. Barely. Even then—you’re the most diplomatic person I know and you have a way of talking to people to get your point across without making them fear for their lives the next morning.” Yoongi deadpans.

“And sometimes diplomacy isn’t necessary.” Hoseok retorts.

Yoongi rolls his eyes. “I’m not shitting on your girlfriend. You don’t need to play social justice warrior here.”

Hoseok sighs before leaning back, mirroring the man spread Yoongi was in while he ponders his next set of words carefully.

Yoongi was probably one of the most chill people Hoseok knows, and maybe that was why they got along so well. Yoongi was a take-no-shit kind of man who was truly sensitive under all the intimidating layers he showed the world. Hoseok was just nice, but he was no pushover. It was a good balance that came out when necessary.

So Hoseok didn’t want to rub Yoongi the wrong way and tell him to stop talking about petty differences between him and you but also wanted to satiate the curiousity that lingers in his eyes.

“I know,” Hoseok says. A girl nearly topples into their booth but Hoseok spots his younger friend Taehyung grabbing her by the waist and shooting the two men a sleazy wink before he stalks off with her in his arms. Yoongi rolls his eyes but Hoseok can’t even be bothered.

“I mean,” Yoongi drawls. “Based on what you told me I know that the two of you don’t even want the same things in the future. And again—not saying there’s anything wrong with that—but didn’t you want kids for the longest time?”

Hoseok nods his head, deciding against his words.

Yoongi clicks his tongue to the roof of his mouth, nodding slowly as if he was processing Hoseok’s words.

“How did that … do you still want kids?”

“I want what _____ wants.”

Yoongi groans. “You sound like a total pushover.”

Hoseok levels a strict stare onto his friend, and even if Yoongi was older—there was something about a man who never got angry shooting him an intense stare that could make Yoongi zip his mouth.

“And kids aren’t endgame to a relationship. I love her, and yeah—I want kids. But she’s important to me and she’s here now. There isn’t a reason for me to condemn her or push her for a future that doesn’t exist yet. She’s the one carrying the baby for nine months and it’s her decision whether or not we have kids. Whether or not a kid comes along doesn’t matter to me because I’m with her because I love her and not because of a kid that isn’t real.”

Yoongi blinks. Then he huffs a breath out before letting out a low chuckle.

“Wow.”

“I know you don’t mean any harm but I don’t need to explain to anyone why _____ and I work so well together. But because you’re my best friend and you get oddly sentimental when you’re drunk I’ll spell it out for you and you better hope you’re sober enough to remember this tomorrow because I won’t repeat it again.” Hoseok says firmly.

Yoongi’s eyes widen at the serious tone Hoseok shifted to and observes the way Hoseok looks stern yet … soft, all at the same time.

“_____ is tough. In more ways than her exterior. She knows what she wants and what she’s ready for. And it was a goddamn miracle that she decided that what she wants and what she’s ready for was me. Yeah, she’s terrifying but she’s human—her heart is still pure and she’s a kind woman—person. Sure she’s systematic and needs an answer for everything but I’m her boyfriend and I’ll make sure that I can give her all the answer she needs to feel safe in this relationship. And yeah—we may not want the same things. She doesn’t want to get married but I do. But marriage isn’t endgame to me. She is. She wanted to move in together but I was iffy about it. So we live apart. That doesn’t change the nature of our love and she still loves me even if all I do is annoy her. So yeah. I’m willing to compromise and so is she. We’re different but we’re together.”

Hoseok is still calm as ever and there’s even a hint of a small smile on his face. The fact he’s smiling only testifies to the fact that you and Hoseok were so different from each other.

Yoongi is stunned to silence and sure he’s a quiet man but he usually had things to say, opinions to add. But Hoseok’s proclamation of your love only makes him sit in silence, letting the words dissipate in the atmosphere but remain in his conscience.

“Wow,” Yoongi repeats his words from earlier, but it’s all he can muster up.

Hoseok offers his friend a kind smile, sipping the rest of his drink while his friend can only stare at his nonchalant demeanour.

“And if you still don’t see it.” Hoseok grins. “There’s a reason why you don’t. I’m the only one that gets to fall in love with her like this.”

Yoongi whistles lowly before rolling his eyes. “No need to get possessive.”

“I’m a man in love. Sue me.” Hoseok shrugs with a slight smirk.

Yoongi gags at the cheesiness even if he finds himself internally grinning at his best friends blatant love for his girlfriend. He was sure it was the alcohol that was making him mushy—or perhaps Hoseok has always looked the way he did when he spoke about you. Eyes bright under dark lights and the heart-shaped smile of his becoming wider.

“If it counts for anything …” Yoongi trails off, offering a lazy smile to Hoseok. “I really hope she does marry you.”

Hoseok scoffs at Yoongi’s blatant optimism. Sure, he wanted that. He wanted nothing more than to see you in white, smiling only at him—or even with your usual stoic face—he doesn’t care. But he knew that the event itself would never change the fact that he wanted to be with you, now and forever. If fate wills, he’d marry you in a heartbeat. But Hoseok was content—and more importantly, he was in love.

“It doesn’t. But thanks.”

extra scene

“Hi, my love and my absolute sunshine.” Hoseok coos the next morning, and that’s the first thing he says when you open the door to your apartment; eyes already rolling to the back of your head.

“Did you do anything to piss me off?” You ask dryly.

Hoseok snickers, but pulls you in by your shoulders to give you a wet smooch to your lips that has you whining. You don’t push him away because you knew it was just the two of you and possibly one of your snooping neighbours.

“As you love to remind me during arguments—my existence is enough to do that, no?”

You nod your head, patting him gently on the cheek as you offer a half-hearted smile. “I’m glad you’re on the road to self-actualisation.”

Your boyfriend snorts, stepping into your apartment as he makes sure to leave his shoes on the shoe rack instead of idly laying on the floor because you were anal about things like that. And he missed you so he didn’t want you shooting him death stares just yet.

“You keep me on my feet.” Hoseok flirts, tone a little sleazy and you can’t help but sigh at your boyfriend's antics even though a hint of a smile marks your face.

When Hoseok settles into your couch, he immediately spots a wrapper that looked like it went into gift boxes—a pretty shade of green, which was his favourite colour. He immediately leans forward and eyes it with furrowed brows before looking up at you.

“My pretty baby got me a gift?” He wiggles said brows as you scoff at him, plopping into the seat next to him as you lean into his embrace.

“See for yourself.” You shrug, face still remaining blank.

Hoseok chuckles, already expecting your reaction even though everything about the placement of the wrapper to the strategic colour scheme of it screamed a gift for Hoseok. He knew you still got flustered when you did nice things for him, even if he’d argue that was on a daily basis because you were just a loud lover in a way that let your actions speak for your affection.

He wants to coddle you further, snuggle you so hard that you’d whine and attempt to shove him away until you decide that you secretly love it and hold him tight. He was so in love. But he placates the shift of your knee in a way he knew was due to your patience wearing thin.

So, he picks up the wrapper and realised that it was much lighter than he’d expected; and lacked the density of a usual present. It almost seemed like you were pulling a prank on him for no apparent reason. But Hoseok trusted you and knew that you weren’t the type to pull shit like that because you just had better things to do.

He unravels each crevice, eyes still searching for the gift that somehow never comes—all until he finally settles on a stick that he vaguely recognises from pharmacies that he never thought would be in his hands, staring up at him with two straight lines.

The silence is loud, but Hoseok is stunned. His mouth falls agape as he cradles the pregnancy test in his palm, eyes not bothering to look at your nervous expression. One that rarely comes from you just because you were an assured person in general and seldom needed validation from others.

But you loved Hoseok and you knew deep down that he’d always have an effect on you, words or actions—presence or not.

“Hobi?” You call softly, voice nervous as you fiddle with the hem of his shirt as he blankly stares at the test.

You’re terrified you made a mistake—or if he’s changed his mind because of your pessimism on the idea of having children. Sometimes you wonder how Hoseok could love you, all edges and harsh lines when you spoke. A woman who was either black and white or purely a grey area. Hoseok was the rainbow on dark days and brightened any environment.

You can’t read Hoseok’s face, and it scares you. Because you usually can since he was an open book. So when he finally turns to you, and you finally get a proper glimpse of his expression—

First, you see tears.

“I-Is this …?” He chokes.

Your eyes widen, immediately reaching out to cradle his cheeks as an involuntary reaction.

“Why are you crying?” You feel yourself tearing up and you try to suppress it. There was something about you being so connected to Hoseok and his feelings that made everything he felt translate to your own conscience.

“Y-You—I-I—you’re pregnant?” He whispers, eyes returning to the stick.

You nod your head slowly. “I am.”

Hoseok nibbles on his lips and you wait patiently for his next response. You can more or less guess that he’s happy yet confused, the conversation of potentially having kids never really showing any progress. But he’s been patient and so loving—and you thought you’d never shake but here you were.

The next thing you know, Hoseok is wrapping his arms around you so tightly that it hurts as you try to gasp for air. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck in a way that makes all your edges turn round, and your heart melt from the stone wall it was into a flurry of emotions that only he can bring out of you.

“We’re going to have a baby?” He asks softly, pulling away to clasp his palms around your cheeks, forcing you to look at him.

“We are.” You reply, equally as soft; eyes and tone. “You’re going to be a father, Hobi.”

And somehow, that breaks him. He can’t stop the tears nor can you. So you allow him to cry, and you allow yourself to feel too; holding each other close as you feel his hand reach out for your stomach. And you can’t deny the butterflies that erupt.

When he manages to regain his composure, wiping at his eyes; he looks at you so earnestly and gives you a wide smile that drew you in from the moment you met, and grown to love.

“You really want this?” He asks, eyes concerned but tone irrevocably gentle. You knew he wasn’t doubting your choices, but respecting them.

You nod your head.

“For the longest time … I thought kids weren’t for me. That I wouldn’t be a good mother because of how I am.” You tell him, and you see Hoseok’s eyebrows furrow and you know he’s thinking about denying that. But Hoseok has never been the type to interrupt you while talking. “And maybe I won’t be, maybe I will. But having you here with me just reassures me to know that our baby will have the greatest, most loving and most patient father out there.”

Hoseok’s eyes soften, knowing how big of a decision this must’ve been for you.

“I love you.” He whispers when he leans in to give you a slow kiss on your lips, one that wasn’t leading anywhere but was nice enough to feel the emotions pouring through.

You don’t say it back, but you look at him with gentle eyes that only he can recognise—and he knows. He knows your heart like you know his.

“You’ve compromised a lot of things for me, and I know I’m particular about many things. I have a plan ten years down the road of where I’d like to be in my life—and I never thought I’d be planning with a kid in mind.” You chuckle softly, and Hoseok pulls you closer so that you’re resting your head against his chest. “But you make me want to do things I’ve never done. And I really—I really want this baby. I want him or her to grow up thinking about how badass their parents were even though their mom is a total bitch and their dad is the mediator of the family.”

Hoseok snorts, brushing his hands through your hair.

“How long?” He asks.

You grin against his t-shirt, not looking up when you fiddle with the fabric of it.

“I’ve been feeling symptoms for a month now, and the test was from a week ago. I went to the doctor to be sure because I knew from the moment I suspected it that I wanted it to be true, for you, for me—for us.”

Hoseok tilts your chin up, offering you the smile you love so much and you feel so … happy.

“Next thing you know I’ll have you walking down the aisle.” Hoseok sighs, happy and content.

You roll your eyes, narrowing it at him as you push on his chest to sit up.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Jung.”

Hoseok wraps his hand around the back of your neck before pulling you close to meet your lips again.

“Let a man dream.” He grins against the kiss.

He can feel your giggle and the way you do the thing that you do when you’re secretly ruffled but adore him way too much to pull away.

“You know this means we have to move in together, right?” You murmur against his lips.

Hoseok snorts. “Duh. But you know you already have a home in my heart, right?”

You expected it, but it doesn’t make it any less cheesy when you groan and shove at his chest. Hoseok cackles, fully loving the way you scrunch your eyebrows in distaste at him.

“I hate you.” You scowl.

“No, you don’t.” Hoseok sings, resting his head against your shoulder while he looks up at you with innocent eyes.

You’re happy, and so is he.

And a few months down the road, Hoseok drops a ring into your palm, no words or expectations. You roll your eyes, as usual; but you slip it onto your ring-ringer anyways.

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