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ada7201 · 11 months ago

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Ok first time requesting for a bl x reader but anyways, can we get some crushing hcs for kaisher (him having a crush on reader) and any other character you'd like

Btw you know what kind of person Michael reminds me of when having a crush? He is the kind of person that doesn't know how to get his crushes attention so he resorts to annoying them and teasing the hell out of them just so their attention will be on HIM!

Anyways adore your writing! Have a wonderful day or night and don't forget to hydrate!

thank you! this idea is so cute, i love kaiser and i completely agree with you. he is totally that type of person!

the blue lock boys crushing on you (´ε｀ )

Kaiser, Reo, Bachira, Rin x reader < hcs >

please don’t to request any ideas you have, everyone ♡

Michael Kaiser

i feel like at first he’d think he hates you, but then overtime he realises, no, he doesn’t hate you - he hates the fact he loves you.

learnt to not hate that though, and embraced his emotions! (in his own way…)

HE DEFINITELY DOES THE HAND COMPARISON

instead of trying to win you over with happy smiles and kind gestures, he chose the other option

to annoy you.

i’ve got a list of things he does to be irritating (it’s his way of flirting)

when you’re walking through a doorway, he pushes your back a little

if you have long or medium length hair, he pulls on it (a bit gently) but can also work if you have shorter hair!

steps on the back of your shoes

if he ever catches you sleeping, he either licks your ear, blows on it or whispers something into your ear

pinches the nape of your neck

if you’re wearing a hair tie on your wrist, he pulls on it so it snaps back onto your skin (ouch!)

he also shows off a LOT

as much as we wants to annoy you, there are rare moments where he’s serious about his feelings

“what do you mean, you’re going on a date?” Kaiser asks, almost offended at your statement. he was sat down comfortably on the couch in your apartment, arms draped over the back. his head was turned to you, a frown on his lips as his eyebrows furrowed.

“i’m going out to a restaurant with someone.” you say simply, fixing your hair as you looked in the mirror. “a date, Michael. i’m sure you know what that is.”

“of course i know what a date is. what i’m saying is, why?” he asks, standing up from the couch and turning his body towards you.

“because he asked me out, and he’s cute.” you respond with a scoff, eyeing him.

“cuter than me?” Kaiser asks, folding his arms and tapping his foot against the floor of your living room.

your eyes widened as you turned to him. “what?” you ask, breathily.

“i said, is he cuter than me?” Kaiser repeats himself, eyebrows slanting angrily as his frown deepened.

“i mean, i guess so—“

“don’t finish that!” Kaiser would squeal, before rushing over to you with a pout on his lips.

was very offended that you thought the other man was cuter.

he literally begged you not to go

he ended up confessing afterwards and yay!! you guys got together!

Reo Mikage

acts of service!

i honestly think his crush would start off small, then got bigger and bigger the more time he spent with you!

he definitely became your “secret admirer” because he finds it cute to watch your reactions

he also likes listening to you try and figure out who it was

he’s the type of guy to slip a love letter into your bag, oh, i wonder who gave you that!

he’s a real gentleman!

opens the door for you, ties your shoe laces, ties your hair up if you need it

things like that, you know?

if he ever hears you talking about wanting something, it’s already wrapped up and sent to your doorstep!

playfully flirts either me, if you get what i mean

he’s a bit like kaiser, but a bit more silly

like he taps your shoulder then looks away

he’s definitely one of those “flirty” friends

like Kaiser, he does the hand side comparison thing!

i think that Nagi was the one to actually reveal that Reo like you

and it was a complete accident too!

you and Nagi were both sat down on Reo’s couch, tapping away at your phones as you played whatever game Nagi chose.

“y/n, you’re such a hassle. why are so good at this game?” Nagi would mumble, eyebrows furrowing curiously as he tapped a little harder on the screen. “honestly, i don’t even get why Reo likes you.” he pouted.

“what—?” your eyes widen as you quickly snapped your head in Nagi’s direction. “Reo what?”

“he likes you.” Nagi says, before pausing. “oh, just forget i said that.” he adds, before going back to playing the game on his phone.

“he likes me?!” you ask, hands reaching out to hold onto Nagi’s shoulders and shake him.

“you lost the game, by the way.” Nagi would state, ignoring your question.

he had promised not to tell you that, oops.

“who likes you?” Reo would call out from the doorway, a smirk on his face.

Nagi looked over to you, sending a slight glare as if to say “don’t you dare tell him”

“does someone like my y/n?” Reo chuckled, walking over to the couch where you and Nagi sat before draping his arms over the two of you.

your cheeks got warmer as you felt his touch. did he really like you back?

Reo was very upset to hear that Nagi outed him

until you said you like him back!

Bachira Meguru

he talks to you a little more than he would to anyone else, so let’s hope you’re a good listener!

asks you to go places with him all the time

in his head, it’s a date

very touchy with you, unless you’re not comfortable with it

what i mean by touchy, is like hugs, holding your arm, an arm around your shoulder, and other things

gives you flowers that he picks up from the grass

he also gives you little things that he finds

like buttons, rocks, pencils and things like that

he says he likes you a lot of times, but it always sounds like a joke so you never really take it seriously

so when he was serious with you, and said that he actually does like you, it was pretty surprising!

“y/n.” he says, face morphing into a serious expression. it was honestly a little scary - seeing Bachira without a smile on his face.

“uh - yeah?” you ask, heartbeat quickening slightly.

“i like you.” he announces, straightening his posture sad his eyes bore into yours.

“i - I know.” you respond, a bit nervously as you watched him lean a little closer to you.

“and how do you feel about me?” he inquires, unable to hide the smile that’s creeping onto his face. “do you like me back, y/n?”

he watched you nod, and that’s all he needed as confirmation to giggle and pull you in for a hug.

he wouldn’t let go of you after that!

he then showed you all the “love letters” if you can even call them that… he wrote for you

Itoshi Rin

a bit clingy with you

like, he constantly feels the need to stand and sit close to you

i feel like he’d also send you some little gifts anonymously, but for a different reason than Reo

he’s a secret admirer because he’s a bit too nervous to give it to you in person

he’s way more patient with you than he is with others

he also talks to you more than others!

always asks you to watch him play soccer and “rate” his skills or whatever (he wants to show off)

he secretly takes photos of you and looks at them in his free time, because you’re just so cute!

gets a little (a lot) jealous

then he’s a bit sulky for a bit

he almost confessed his feelings to you sooo many times then realised what he was gonna do.

when he finally did confess, i feel like it was when

the two of you were both sat down on a park bench, soaking in the silence as the moon shone above both of you.

you were busy looking out at the park, admiring the scenery and smiling at the little kids who were begging their parents to let them stay at the playground or a JIST a little bit longer!

but Rin was looking straight at your face. he couldn’t help it, the moonlight just framed your face perfectly; and your smile was the most precious thing he had ever seen in his life. he made a silent promise to himself to always protect it.

it was only when you turned to face him that he realised he had been staring at you for a full 10 minutes.

“Rin?” you ask, chuckling lightly at his startled expression. his mouth was slightly agape, and his eyes were a bit wide, innocent, almost.

“i-“ he stuttered a bit, bashing his head mentally afterwards. “i like you.” he said.

his eyes widened further, along with yours at the statement.

“what?” you manage to squeak out.

it was too late to go back now, Rin thinks to himself.

“i like you.” he confesses, before looking down shamefully. “sorry.”

“why are you sorry?” you smile. “that’s a good thing! i like you too, Rinnie.”

“you—?” he was shocked. “you like me back?”

“yep!”

he was extremely flustered afterwards, cute! >_<

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passionateseadruid · 10 days ago

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yandere alastor being the reader's pet..the reader has alastor's soul, but the reader is a little afraid of the strange way in which alastor is acting.....

Yay! A request! Here you go!

“Here is your seafood gumbo, Buttercup!” Alastor smiled as he used his favorite pet name for you.

“Thank you, pet.” You took a spoonful of the gumbo into your mouth. “Mmm. Delicious as always pet. Good job.”

He squeezed his arms. “Thank you, buttercup.”

You never knew if he was truly happy or not due to the smile that was permanently plastered on his face. You never really thought much of it though. “You are dismissed.” You didn’t want to be near him any more than you realistically had to be

“Of course, buttercup.” He bowed and left.

Your relationship with him was quite… complicated.

—+—

See you used to be an old friend of Lilith’s. The two of you were inseparable at the start of hell (much to the chagrin of a certain short blond motherfucker). However, as time went on you started to drift apart. It had been over 2000 years since you last spoke to her when she sent you a small care package and letter. Inside the letter was Lilith requesting that you go over to her daughter's hotel and sabotage it (or at the very least stall their progress until she was able to find a way to discreetly sneak back into hell). Inside the box was alastor’s soul.

When you first got to the hotel everyone was a bit skeptical of you, other than Charlie. Vaggie didn’t trust you being basically a primordial being, Angel and Cherri liked to tease you but immediately backed off if they felt you were taking it poorly. Husker was apathetic and Niffty was aggressive towards you. And Lucifer was not happy to see you (at first). Alastor was a complicated story.

He was originally very cold to you at first. But that lasted for about a week before he started to kiss your ass, and hard. He probably figured that he could try to manipulate you into giving him his soul back. You obviously weren’t going to do that but he didn’t need to know that. After about 2 weeks he gave up upon realizing that you were going to ignore him as much as possible while you were here.

You were sitting on the couch in the parlor. “Why are you here?” Alastor snuck up on you from behind, spooking you. He sounded really annoyed at you.

“Um… I’m here to help the hotel.” You scooted away from him. If he was mad at you, the best thing you could do was get out of there while you still could so that you wouldn’t have to use force. Despite the smile on his face you could tell he was upset. His muscles were tense, and he was hunched over trying to get in your space. “Uh… hey, could you maybe make me some crawfish etouffee? You’re an amazing chef! U-unless you had something else to do. You know, like your radio show.” You were tripping over your words trying to get him out of there.

Something changed on Alastor’s face in that moment. His eyes became saucers for a second before they narrowed and his lips twisted into a malicious, sadistic grin. “Of course… buttercup.” He cackled and melted into his shadow, his laugh echoing through the halls of the newly built hotel as he went. He left you shuddering and shrinking into yourself.

—+—

But that was 4 months ago. Things have gotten a lot better for you since you first came to the hotel. Everyone was finally starting to trust you and dare I say even like you.

Some a bit too much for your liking (And for the liking of a certain deer).

You were getting closer with Charlie to complete your mission. Of course that also meant getting closer to Lucifer. At first he was jealous of all the attention Charlie was giving you, but he quickly switched up his attitude towards you when he realized that flirting with you would make The Radio Demon enraged.

Speaking of The Radio Demon and The King of Hell’s feud… after Alastor left you with your Gumbo that day he specifically went to seek out Lucifer. Alastor was going to have a little… chat with the big boss of Hell himself… whether they both wanted it or not.

He warped behind the short king. “Lucifer.” He was very annoyed. Lucifer had been flirting with you nonstop today. He even asked you for a kiss today.

Lucifer scoffed at Alastor. “What in blazes could you possibly want?”

Alastor’s eye twitched at the disrespect. “I want you to stop trying to steal my buttercup away from me. She is mine to have, and to hold, till an exorcist’s blade do us part.”

Lucifer laughs. “I wasn’t aware that she was your wife. The last time I asked her she told me that she owned your soul.”

Alastor silently walked over to Lucifer and shoved him against the wall. This only really worked because he had caught the king off guard. Never before had Alastor gotten physical with him. Alastor leant into Lucifer’s ear and whispered, “If you don’t stop, I will make Charlie give me her soul and order her to NEVER speak to you again…”

Lucifer gasped. “And pray tell, how would you accomplish that?”

Alastor chuckles. “Her and I made a deal. She still owes me a favor, and I will cash it in if I need to. Hm. Maybe once I have her soul I’ll make her dress up in a short dress and parade around the pride ring in it.”

Lucifer grabbed Alastor by the neck. Lucifer’s voice was cold and low; there was a demonic filter dripping in his words. “Don’t you dare touch my daughter.”

“Then stay away from my wife.” Alastor choked out. Lucifer let him go with a nod. “Good doing business with you!” He turned around and walked back to your room. The sleep tranquilizer he put in the gumbo should have worked by now.

He entered your room and saw you sleeping peacefully. He came over and layed next to you. He slung his arm over your waist and kissed your temple. “Goodnight, my love.”

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semisentient-entity · 2 years ago

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Okay the vampire lesbians are VERY SLOWLY getting plot

Vampire lesbians. They demand plot.

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graysmiles-world · 1 year ago

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Steddie Fake Dating Part 3

Part One, Part Two

Steve chewed slowly on a banana he grabbed from his bag, pacing back and forth as he listened to Dustin’s recording. A type of music played in the background, something ringing at the back of his mind from the melody.

“What do you think?” Dustin asked, clicking the recording off and settling his hands on his lap.

“It sounded familiar,” Steve said, eating the last chunk of his banana and speaking through a full mouth.

“What?”

“The music,” he explained, wiping his mouth free of any stray fruit that may have escaped. “The music right there at the end.” He didn’t know how he knew it, but he definitely had heard it before.

“Why are you listening to the music, Steve?” Dustin asked, exasperated. “Listen to the Russian! We’re translating Russian!”

“I’m trying to listen to the Russian, but there’s music-”

Robin burst through the door, eyes darting between the two. “Alright, babysitting time is over. You need to get in there.”

Steve backed away from her, something that he could ignore with Dustin and the Russian rising back up in his chest. The banana he had just finished threatened to make another appearance, only this one considerably more disgusting and accompanied by an embarrassing confession that threatened to ruin his life.

Robin spotted the whiteboard that they covered in Russian letters and their English counterparts. “My board!” she exclaimed. “That was important information, shitbirds.” Yeah, right. Like her tally of every time Steve tripped and spilled a customer’s ice cream was important information.

Dustin seemed to agree. “I guarantee you, what we’re doing is way more important than your data.”

Steve nodded, tossing his banana peel on the table and crossing his arms, standing slightly behind Dustin like he was protecting the kid rather than it being the other way around.

“And how do you know these Russians are up to no good, anyways?” She asked. Dustin looked up at Steve with a quiet accusation in his eyes, mouthing Did you tell her?

Steve shook his head, just as surprised by the fact that she knew as he was. It wasn’t me, he mouthed back.

“Hello, I can hear you,” Robin interrupted. “Actually, I can hear everything. You are both extremely loud.” Dustin and Steve only stared at her, not really knowing what to say. “You think you have evil Russians plotting against our country, on tape, and you’re trying to translate, but you haven’t figured out a word because you didn’t realize Russians use an entirely different alphabet. Sound about right?”

She was entirely and completely right. They all stared at each other briefly before Robin lunged for the tape recorder. In a fit of swiftness, Steve grabbed it before she could get her grubby little hands on it.

“Whoa! What do you think you’re doing?” Steve asked. He clutched the tape recorder in a white-knuckled grip, the pounding of his heart having nothing to do with the Russians or the translation but everything to do with Robin being in there, so close to him.

“I wanna hear it.”

“Why?” Steve and Dustin both asked.

“‘Cause maybe I can help. I’m fluent in four languages, you know,” Robin said.

“Russian?” Dustin asked.

Robin gave a small grin before speaking. “Ou-yay are-yay umb-day.”

A hysterical giggle burst out of Steve, excitement with apprehensive boiling in his stomach.

“Holy shit!” Dustin exclaimed.

Robin cut him off, “That’s Pig Latin, dingus. But I can speak Spanish, French, and Latin, and I’ve been in band for 12 years.” Robin’s gaze met his, and Steve looked away. “My ears are little geniuses, trust me.”

Dustin looked up at Steve, who shrugged. He heard Robin talk to him. “It’s your turn to sling ice cream, my turn to translate.”

Steve shrugged, taking the out. He let the tape recorder fall to the table, ignoring Dustin’s screech. He knew that Robin had no idea why Steve was acting so insane, but he wondered if she noticed how strange he’d been acting the past few days. He sent one last glance towards Dustin before leaving to the front, letting his mind numb with ice cream slinging.

Over the next hour or so, he heard Robin and Dustin winding and rewinding certain parts of the tape, Robin slowly figuring out words. He checked on them once or twice but didn’t like being pulled out of his little bubble of taking the order, scooping the ice cream, ringing it up. He turned around to Max and El approaching. He scooped them their orders: strawberry for Max and vanilla with sprinkles for El.

“Are you even allowed to be here?” he questioned, only to be met with the side glances the two made at each other before they giggled once more and scurried away. Steve just watched them leave with a raised brow.

Sure, he could hypothetically call Hopper - there was a landline in the back, after all - but Steve did wayyy worse at their age. He was sure that running around a mall was, like, the least dangerous thing to do as a kid.

It wasn’t until the end of the day that it started picking up speed. All three of them, Steve, Robin, and Dustin, walked through the empty mall - out to the main doors. The neon lights of various signs shined across the tile floors, casting strange shadows around them. Steve hung back as Robin and Dustin chatted more about possible translations. They walked past Sam Goody, and Steve swallowed the lump in his throat that appeared almost hourly at this point.

Steve had gotten Eddie an LP of Dio’s The Last in Line for their four-month anniversary there. It was after he got his first paycheck from Scoops Ahoy! and wanted to do something nice for his boyfriend. Eddie gasped when gifted it, jumping in Steve’s arms and causing him to fall back onto Eddie’s bed.

It was a happy memory, tinged blue by everything that happened. Steve tore his gaze away from the storefront, eyes drifting to the Indiana Flyer that always played while he was working, kids lining up to ride it. He paused, digging through his pockets for a quarter, the melody from before coming back to the forefront of his mind.

“What are you doing?” he heard Robin ask from behind him.

“It’s a quarter, I need-” he started, looking over to Robin and Dustin. “Do you have a quarter?”

They made their way over to him, Robin already making fun of him. Thankfully, Dustin tossed him a quarter, and he could shove it in the slot. He perched next to the bouncing horse, ears open for the music.

“Do you need help getting up, Little Stevie?” Robin asked, but Steve shushed her and Dustin’s chuckles from the little quip.

“Would you two just shut up and listen?” he asked, gesturing to the ride. Slowly, they began to understand. Dustin first. He whispered a “Holy shit” and set down his backpack to grab the tape recorder. He clicked play, letting the recording play out in the empty mall. Robin’s expression slowly gained an expression of understanding.

“I don’t understand,” Robin said.

“It’s the music,” Dustin explained. “It’s the exact same song on the recording.”

“Maybe they have horses like this in Russia,” Robin proposed.

“Indiana Flyer?” Steve questioned. “I don’t think so. This code didn’t come from Russia,” he looked up at the other two. “It came from here.”

Steve looked over the plant, binoculars covering his eyes as he searched the food court for anyone suspicious or Russian-looking.

“Do you see anything?” Dustin asked from beside him.

“I guess I don’t totally know what I’m looking for,” Steve admitted.

“Evil Russians,” Dustin told him - like that was all there was to it.

“Yeah, exactly. I don’t know what an Evil Russian looks like.” He swung his gaze and binoculars to the balcony as Dustin went on about blonds, earpieces, and duffle bags. Mark Lewinsky and Anna Jacob were talking against the railing, Anna brushing aside a bit of Mark’s hair.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” he murmured.

“What?” Dustin pressed. Steve shook his head.

“Nothing, just Anna Jacobs talking with that meathead Mark Lewinsky.” He didn’t want to go into details about why it upset him. Why Mark has someone to care for him and brush the hair out of his eyes caused something heavy to lodge in his chest. It wasn’t the time or the place, and even if it were - Steve wouldn’t have wanted to anyway.

“Dude, you’re the worst spy in history, did you know that?” Dustin grabbed the binoculars from Steve’s eyes, putting them over his own eyes. Steve was able to get the strap off from around his neck before it strangled him.

“I don’t get why you’re looking at girls. You have the perfect one in front of you.” Dustin said. Steve looked away from the food court, thumbing at his shorts.

“Seriously, if you say Robin again-”

“Robin,” Dustin said. Steve bit on the inside of his cheek, wondering when it’ll start to scar from chewing on it when thinking about Eddie. Maybe that’ll be good, a physical reminder for his future.

“No,” he snapped. “Stop.”

“Robin, Robin, Robin,” Dustin repeated, sounding much like the preteen he really was.

“She’s not my type,” Steve murmured. “She’s not in the realm of what my type is.” His type wasn’t Robin. His type was her boyfriend.

“What’s your type, not awesome?” Dustin asked. God, Dustin would have loved Eddie if they met. Steve knew it.

Goddammit, he needed to stop thinking about him. It wasn’t doing him any good, but there wasn’t anything but this Russian thing to distract him - a thing that Robin is now a large part of. He wondered when he’d be able to be free of Eddie Munson, or if he’d be forever marked by his hands.

“What’s up with you, dude?” Dustin asked.

The two of them were sitting atop the stopped elevator, the long stretch of tunnel above them. Erica and Robin roamed about below, and Steve could hear their occasional comments and boxes being moved.

“What do you mean?” Steve asked, avoiding his gaze. The little twerp was perceptive, and he’s seen his heartbroken expression before. And this definitely wasn’t the place to do it.

“You look, like, so lost all the time,” Dustin said. “You’re a completely different person from when I left for camp.”

“Well, a lot can change in a month,” Steve said, fiddling with his shorts. They were a little dirty from the adventure they’d already been on, and he knew that they’d definitely need a deep clean whenever he got back home.

“Did you have a summer fling go sour or something?” Dustin asked, getting a little too close to the truth.

“Something like that,” Steve told him, done with the conversation. He stood up, pulling up the trapdoor and climbing back down before Dustin broke open his chest and analyzed him.

Robin and Erica were on separate sides of the elevator. Erica looked through her backpack, and Robin searched through the various boxes - presumingly for something to get them out of this mess. Steve wandered over to a little free space between two shelves, pressing his back against the metal wall and curling his arms around his knees. He fell asleep like that, body contorted to find some sort of comfort.

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racergirl-112 · 3 months ago

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Push Me Over - Chapter 9: Wreck Me Again

**Photo Cred: Google**

MDNI

Warnings: Language, talks of depression

Dani got to set a while later and saw the paper in her door, she grabbed it and walked inside, setting her stuff down and sitting on her couch. She opened the letter and read what Hugh had to say. She began to cry as she knew this not only solidified her loving this man, but he felt the same way about her. She wanted to talk to him, but knew she didn’t want to be some kind of secret. She set the letter down and began to get ready.

On today’s episode of trying to not make the people around them feel uncomfortable, Dani and Hugh had to work together on a fight scene. They were set to fight each other, getting them ready for the fight with Cassandra’s people.

“Alright Hugh, you’re going to come at her with the claws and she is going to zap you. She will end up on top of you when it’s said and done and Logan is supposed to be angry he lost, but turned on that she’s this close to him,” Shawn finished.

Hugh looked at Dani and vice versa as they nodded in agreement. The crew staging them for the scene and rigging them up.

“And action,” Shawn yelled. ***************

Stargazer charged at Logan in an attempt to get the leg up on him or to maybe show off as well. Logan catches her with his claws as Stargazer zaps him, throwing him back.

“Is that all you got, Bub?” he snarls.

“We’re just getting started,” she smirks. She comes at him again as he catches her by the waist and throws her on the ground. She lets out a scoff.

“Is this funny to you?” he asks, standing over her.

“Maybe I just like it,” she jokes, launching herself upward and toward Logan. They continue to fight until one of Stargazer’s zaps sends them into each other, both falling to the ground, her on top of him.

“You’re a fucking smartass,” Logan smirks.

“I think it turns you on,” she whispers, their lips inches apart.

Logan goes to kiss her, but Wade interrupts them.

“Oh yay, he does have a heart and a hard-on after all,” he jokes. Both Logan and Stargazer roll their eyes as they get up off the ground. ************************************************

“And cut,” Shawn said. “That was amazing you two. I can’t wait to see how it looks with all the special effects thrown in.”

Ryan walked over to where Hugh and Dani stood. “If you two haven’t already fucked, I’d say that scene might as well sent you two over the edge,” he whispered.

Dani’s eyes got wide at his comment, before covering her face laughing. Hugh also started laughing.

“Let’s take a break for a bit and we’ll get back to it.”

Hugh walked over to where his phone was and saw Deb had replied to his text. He walked off set for privacy, hoping to get the news out there sooner than later.

One Week Later

Hugh and Deb had decided after their phone call what they wanted to say regarding their divorce and after talking to the kids, they agreed when the statement would be released. He felt like it had been the longest week ever. For once, even if the news wasn’t going to be the happiest, it meant that he could be with Dani. Well, if she still wanted to be.

Today, they were filming the scene where the crew was headed to fight Cassandra. Dani had to sit in the trunk of the van with Hugh. His eyes locked on her and probably her tits that were pushed so far up in her costume.

“Hey old man, my face is up here,” she joked, trying to break the tension.

“Oh I know sweetheart,” he replied. “I told you before, I like the view.” Dani should have known that shit would backfire on her.

Before they began filming, Ryan came to the back of the van. “Hugh, did you know this was published?” He showed his phone to Hugh. The headline reading, Hugh Jackman and wife Deborra-Lee Furness divorce after 27 years of marriage. The couple say they have nothing but respect and love for one another and won’t be commenting any further on the matter.”

Dani’s face was white as a ghost as Shawn came walking up. “Sorry man, I know it must be hard,” he said, putting his hand on Hugh’s shoulder. He looked at his niece who looked like she might throw up.

“You ok kiddo?” her uncle asked.

“Yeah, sure,” she stammered, looking up at Hugh. Her eyes as big as a deer in headlights.

“Hey Shawn, let’s take 5,” Ryan suggested. The rest of the cast got out of the van, leaving Hugh and Dani.

“What, why?” she finally mustered.

“Why not?” he started. “It was bound to get out sometime. It was time for everyone to know. Deb and I knew it was a matter of time.”

“Hugh, if this is because of what I said…,” she started.

“Dani, listen, you weren’t the cause or the reason. We needed to move on to the next chapter of our lives.”

Dani just looked dumbfounded, but maybe also relieved. Before she had a chance to reply with something she was going to regret, she removed herself from the situation, getting out of the van and walking back to her trailer.

“What the fuck was that about? Sorry about that Hugh, Dani isn’t usually like that,” Shawn said. Ryan looked at Hugh.

“It’s fine. It’s my fault,” he answered.

“I don’t see how her attitude is your fault,” Shawn replied. Hugh looked at his friend and director with a look that helped Shawn register pretty fast why he said what he said. He pulled Hugh off to the side. “My niece? Fuck, seriously?”

“I’m sorry Shawn. We were afraid to tell anyone, especially her with telling you. She broke it off with me for that purpose and the fact that only a few people knew I was divorced, including her. She’s spectacular.” He watched his friend’s face start to relax.

“If this works or if it doesn’t, don’t let it ruin your professional relationship. Also, I don’t want to know what a guy who is also one of my best friends is doing with my niece. Now go get her so we can finish shooting.”

“You got it,” Hugh replied, a huge smile on his face. He went jogging out of the soundstage to the trailer lot. It had begun to rain as he reached Dani’s trailer. He knocked on the door, still in costume. She came to the door, her eyes red and puffy from crying.

“Can’t you just let me have some space?” she asked, standing in the door, arms crossed.

“Please come out here,” he started.

“Why?” she challenged.

“Just do it, please.” She exited the trailer and to where he stood, her arms crossed. “Just so you know, I can’t stay away from you. I did it all for you and for me to be able to be with you. Your Uncle knows too.”

“What the fuck, Hugh,” she started, covering her face with her hand. He pulled her to him.

“I did it for us. I’ve fallen in love with you Dani,” he replied, cupping her cheek and kissing her with such force, it felt like lightning strikes throughout her body.

“Wait, you love me? Isn’t it a bit soon?” she breathed, breaking the kiss. He shook his head.

“I can’t explain how I feel about you any other way.” Dani wanted to give in so bad, but he literally just announced his divorce that day. She backed away as she could feel the tears beginning to form in her eyes.

“Hugh,” she whispered, the tears beginning to fall. “Can we talk about this later? This isn’t the place.” She walked back into her trailer, shutting the door and sinking to the floor as she knew she hadn’t just broken Hugh’s heart, but obviated hers at the same time. She pulled herself together the best she could before going back to set.

He felt like someone had gut-punched him and this one was hurting almost as bad as when he and Deb had decided to divorce. Maybe he had been out of the game for so long that he had overstepped, but he knew he loved her. Plain and simple. He hoped she would actually talk to him and tell him what was really bothering her because it had to be more than just him being newly divorced.

Ryan was talking to Shawn when they saw Hugh and Dani walk back on set, not together. Dani went back to where she had been staged earlier as Ryan caught Hugh.

“What the fuck happened?” Ryan questioned.

“She said she couldn’t do it right now. It fucking hurt mate.”

“It’s ok man. Maybe she’ll come around if you care about her that much.” Hugh shrugged, defeated. As Hugh walked over to the van, Ryan looked over at Dani and could clearly tell she wasn’t taking the situation well either, but she was holding it together the best she could. Even if they could act fine around each other to finish this movie, he knew that these two lit up around each other and he was determined in their own time to help them along.

@kellyxo1

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jujumin-translates · 4 months ago

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[A3!] Event | A Postman Delivering Your Feelings | Episode 1

Misumi: Triangle, tri~angle~♪

Misumi: (It was so fun to also find new triangles at my part-time job today~.)

Misumi: Huh? It’s the mail carrier! Hello~.

Postal Worker: Hello.

Misumi: Do you have any letters that are addressed to the house with the triangle roof~?

Postal Worker: Yes, I do.

Misumi: Then you can give them to me! I also live there.

Postal Worker: Ah, is that so? Then, here you are.

Misumi: ‘Kaaay! Thank you as always~!

Misumi: Waaah, there’s lotsa letters today too~.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Izumi: So the meeting I just went to now…

*Door opens*

Misumi: I’m home~. Director-san, I’ve got a letter for you!

Izumi: Ah, Misumi-kun, welcome home. I see you got the mail too, thank you.

Izumi: Umm… This one is addressed to you, Tasuku-san.

Tasuku: To me?

Tasuku: …Ah, it’s from the sweepstakes company I applied to.

Masumi: Did you win or something?

Tasuku: Nah, I don’t remember applying for anything that’d be sent in an envelope like this, but… I’ll open it up and see what it is anyway.

*Tasuku opens the letter*

Tasuku: This is… a 500-yen gift certificate?

Tasuku: …That’s right, I do remember it mentioning something about 100 people winning gift certificates in a drawing from the people who didn’t win the main giveaway.

Misumi: Really? That’s great! Congrats, Tasuku!

Tasuku: Thanks. But I can probably only get a drink at a convenience store or something with 500 yen.

Izumi: This one’s addressed to Azuma-san, this one is accounting-related… And this one is addressed to you, Masumi-kun. Here you go.

Masumi: Thanks. I’m glad you’re the one who handed it to me.

Tasuku: Who’s it from?

Masumi: My grandma.

Misumi: Waaah, so it’s from her~!

Masumi: Ever since I wrote a letter to her after she went to the U.S. on Respect-for-the-Aged Day like you told me to, Misumi, we’ve been exchanging letters every once in a while.

Izumi: I see. I’m sure Hatsue-san is really happy to be getting letters from you, Masumi-kun. Make sure you write her a reply.

Masumi: Yeah, I’ll be sure to.

Misumi: That’s so nice, Masumi~!

Misumi: (I wrote a letter to Gramps back then too. …I really like exchanging letters like that.)

Izumi: Ah, Misumi-kun. There’s a letter for you too.

Misumi: For me? Who’s it from~?

Misumi: Ah, it’s from the neighborhood grandma who I sent a letter on Respect-for-the-Aged Day! Waaah, yay~!

Izumi: Hehe, I’m glad.

Misumi: But I wonder why she had the mail carrier bring it when she lives so close? Why did she write me a letter?

Tasuku: Well, you won’t know until you read it. Maybe it’ll even explain why she chose to mail it.

Misumi: Right! Umm…

Misumi: Waaah, she’s on a trip with her daughter and and son-in-law right now! It looks like she sent me it from her trip!

Masumi: That must be why she mailed it then.

Misumi: She said, “I was very happy to get your letter on Respect-for-the-Aged Day and wanted to write a reply someday, but the timing was never quite right…”

Misumi: “On my trip, I found a lovely postcard like yours, Misumi-kun, so I thought now was the perfect time and sent this letter along with the postcard.”

Tasuku: This postcard must’ve reminded her of you, Ikaruga.

Izumi: It really is a beautiful postcard of the sky. I’m glad this reminded her of you, Misumi-kun.

Misumi: Me too! I’m really happy she thought of me ‘cause of this postcard, but I’m also really happy just to get a letter from someone like her~!

[ Next Part ⇢ ]

#a3!#a3! translation #misumi ikaruga #masumi usui #tasuku takato #// sorry for errors it is 4am and i’m a little insane rn

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postoctobrist · 9 months ago

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there is almost certainly a better way to share this with liam than via your tumblr ask box, but i sent a donation to lutheran settlement house, and the letter they sent me had "yay liam!" written at the bottom, and it was very sweet.

they’re good people

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smoll-tangerine · 2 years ago

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[a/n]: i somehow couldn't find this ask anymore (it probably got deleted) but thankfully, i had it saved on a google doc! i'm slowly going back to writing the remaining requests from my one-year anniversary event! to the user who sent me this request, thank you so much for your support!! i see that you have deactivated but i hope that somehow, you'll find your way back to this request of yours! also, yay, my first haechan request! i'm not too familiar with him/his character, but i hope you guys willl enjoy this nonetheless!!

lee donghyuck/lee haechan: character unlocked!

PAIRING. haechan x female reader GENRES. romcom, fluff, college!au PROMPT. "i'm always flirting with you. keep up." WORDS. 683

You were breathless by the time you got to the hospital, slightly feeling guilty that you couldn’t make it on time to see your boyfriend head in for his colonoscopy.

Both of you were practically adults now, only a year left before you two graduate from college, and yet he could still act like such a child. Especially when he found out that you were going to be late for his appointment.

But then he stopped whining when he found out that you were going to be late only because you decided to attend the class – the one he was missing due to his appointment – and take notes for him so that he didn’t miss anything.

“Hi,” you greeted the receptionist. “I’m the guardian for Lee Donghyuck? He had a colonoscopy at 3pm.”

Her eyes lit up in what seemed to be amusement and motioned the door behind you. “Ah, so you’re the girlfriend he was telling everyone about. He should be coming out soon. Get ready.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, wondering what exactly should you be getting ready for.

The second she finished her sentence, you saw Haechan come out with the hospital staff pushing him to his room.

“Donghyuck!” you exclaimed happily.

Your boyfriend seemed drowsy, probably the lingering after-effects of the anaesthesia. You had to hold your laughter back from how goofy he looked, especially combined with the hospital gown and the messy hair.

“Who are you?” he asked as he smacked his lips a few times.

You frowned at his question. “Are you really asking me who I am?”

“Mhm, yeah.” He hummed and then giggled. “You’re pretty.”

Oh, you wished you could film this moment and show it to the rest of the boys. Renjun would totally make fun of him for this. But you also wanted to keep this moment to yourself. Was that selfish of you?

“Can I have your number?”

“You already have my number,” you answered, slightly annoyed, but also amused.

“Stop lying. I don’t have your number.”

“Donghyuck, I’m your girlfriend. I’m pretty sure that my number is on your phone somewhere.”

“You’re my girlfriend?” Donghyuck gasped, almost exaggeratedly. “Wait, where’s my phone. I need to make sure that it’s true.”

“How about I’ll give your phone back when you’re feeling a bit better, yeah?”

“I’m feeling awesome, though?”

“I bet you do.” You snorted and patted him on his head. “Stay here while I get your discharge papers, alright?”

“Can’t you bring me with you?”

You looked him up-and-down with a side-eye. “In your current state? Yeah, no. Why do you want to stick to me so much? Just be a good boy and stay in your bed until the anaesthesia wears off.”

Donghyuck pouts, his bottom lip jutting out in disappointment. “Is it so wrong of me to want to be next to my girlfriend? I guess I’m a sugar because I stick to you like glue-cose.”

You made a face of disgust and apprehension. “Babe, that was so bad. It wasn’t even funny.”

But that didn’t stop him from dropping another line on you. “I wish I were adenine so that I could be paired up with YOU. Get it? Like adenine is paired with uracil, and uracil’s symbol is the letter ‘U?’”

You sighed through your nose.

“Oh, oh, I got a better one! If I were an enzyme, I would be a helicase so I can unzip your gene,” he said and looked super proud.

Was this how he was able to seduce you and ask you out?

“Are you really flirting with me, right now? In this state?” you asked him while pinching his cheeks.

While you were slightly unimpressed by his choice of pick-up lines, you still somehow found him pretty endearing.

“I’m always flirting with you. Keep up.”

You shook your head and left to grab his discharge papers.

You regretted just the slightest for not filming him.

But Renjun’s cry of anguish when he found out that you didn’t film Donghyuck at a moment of weakness completely made up for it.

#neowritingsnet #cznnet #haechan #haechan x reader #nct dream x reader #nct 127 x reader #haechan romance #haechan comedy #haechan fluff #haechan romcom #haechan imagines #haechan scenarios #haechan drabbles #haechan blurbs #nini.requests #nini.milestones: 1 year on tumblr

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its-an-obsession · 5 months ago

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Hunter Smart

Supernatural Masterlist | Full Masterlist

Part One

Request: Okay, so I just finished Book Smart and AAAAAAAAAAA - it was so amazing! Now, I know I just requested a one-shot, and you are totally welcome to tell me no on this, but may I request a part 2 to Book Smart..? if you do not have any ideas, I've got a couple; otherwise, I'd love to see where you go with it❤

A/N: Yay!! I'm so glad you liked it. And I'm so sorry this is super, super late! I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: A couple months have passed since your date with Sam, and the two of you have talked on the phone almost every day, video chatted, and have even sent letters when you can. He had stopped by your town a few weeks ago before continuing their trip. After that, you visit your hometown to see your family. During the visit, you can't help but notice a strange phenomenon. Remembering Sam and Dean's profession, you don't hesitate to call Sam.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Y/F/M: Your Favorite Movie

Eliza and Joe are your parents

Set during season two

Long Imagine

Warnings: language, a couple of time skips

Sam Winchester x-reader

(One Month Ago: Third POV)

"So, how was last week's hunt?" Y/N asked, swinging her arm as they held hands. Sam chuckled and put an arm over her shoulders. "It was something," he said. Y/N smiled at his response. She leaned her head against his arm.

The two of them had been walking in a park near Y/N's apartment. Sam was sweet and cooked them an early dinner before heading to the park. He told Y/N that Dean had asked to come, but of course, Sam convinced him to stay at their motel. "You know, you could've stayed at my apartment," Y/N said, "You didn't have to stay in another motel."

Sam smiled. He held her hand as they sat down at a bench overlooking a little pond. "I know, but I didn't want to intrude," Sam said. "You could never," Y/N put her head back on his shoulder. He kissed her on the forehead, resting his head on top of hers.

It was quiet between them as they looked at a few people fish in the small pond. Sam held Y/N's hand, running his thumb on the side. She looked up at him and couldn't help but smile at him. Y/N always thought it was funny how they met.

But she loved that he was committed to continuing their relationship regardless of whether he and Dean traveled a lot. And Sam was surprised that she wasn't taken aback when he told her about his family.

The conversation was tough, sure, but she didn't bombard him with questions. Instead, she sat there and let him explain. He didn't want to lie to her. Sam wanted to be honest, especially since he wasn't always in one place.

Sam felt her eyes on him. He looked down at her before kissing her forehead softly. She closed her eyes at the feeling of his lips on her face. "What're you doing tomorrow?" Sam asked. "Not much," Y/N replied. Sam smiled, softly kissing her lips.

He pulled back, his hand cupping her face, running a finger along her cheekbone. "Want to head back to your apartment?" Sam said. Y/N smiled. Sam stood up from the bench, reaching out for her hand.

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(A Week Later: Third POV)

Y/N put some dishes into the dishwasher as she was on the phone with Sam. He and his brother were on their way to South Dakota to visit a family friend, Bobby Singer. Y/N could hear Dean talking in the background as Sam was trying to explain something to her. "Dean, just shut up," Sam said.

"Bitch," Dean said.

"Jerk."

Y/N rolled her eyes and closed her dishwasher. She leaned against the kitchen counter, holding her phone to her ear. "Do I need to let you go?" she asked. "No, no, it's fine," Sam said. Y/N smiled, walking over to her living room to sit down. "What're you doing right now?" Sam asked.

She draped the blanket, from the back of the couch, over her legs. "Not a whole lot. Just got back from the store," Y/N answered. Sam smiled, leaning back in his seat. Dean glanced at his brother and then at the road ahead of them.

Sam ignored Dean's look and leaned to the side so his head rested against the window. "Sounds like loads of fun," Sam commented. Y/N laughed and pulled the blanket closer to her. "Let me know when you get to Bobby's, okay?" Y/N said. "Yeah, yeah, of course," Sam replied, nodding.

It fell quiet for a split second. Y/N grabbed the TV remote to try to find a movie to watch. "Y/N/N, I'll let you go, and I'll call you tonight, okay?" Sam said. Y/N smiled at the nickname and nodded her head. "Yeah," she replied. They said their goodbyes, hanging up the phone. The smile didn't drop from her face when she faced the television.

Sam smiled to himself and looked out of the window as the trees passed. Dean glanced at Sam then the road of them, like he had been doing for the past five minutes; including the phone call. Sam rolled his eyes and turned to look at his older brother.

"What?" Sam said.

"Nothing, nothing," Dean shrugged. Just you...." Dean paused for a second and continued to speak. "You seem happy, for once," he added. Sam nodded and looked out of the window again, still a small smile on his face.

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(A Couple Months Later - Third POV)

"How do you do it?" Y/N asked, sitting on her bed as she was on the phone with Sam. Sam furrowed his brows and propped up against some pillows on the motel bed. "What do you mean?" he questioned. "Well," Y/N sighed, "How do you do all your hunting stuff and still have time for me?"

There was that expression again. Sam crossed his arms, leaning up against the pillows with the same smile. "I don't know. You're special, I look forward to talking to you," Sam said. Y/N blushed and nodded, thankful that he couldn't see the effect he had on her.

"Well, I am honored," Y/N said.

There was a short pause between them. Sam usually spared the details when talking about hunts with Y/N. "Anything interesting happen since we last talked?" Sam asked. "Uh...." Y/N trailed, looking around her room in thought.

"I killed a few gnats near my plants today, so that was very eventful," Y/N remarked, "Oh, and I surprisingly fixed my dishwasher. It was acting up this morning, and I don't know how I did it. But I fixed the little tray at the top, and it started. I call it a miracle."

Sam laughed. Dean walked into the motel room after stopping by the diner down the street. It seemed that every waking moment, Sam was on the phone with Y/N. Typically, Dean would tell him to get back onto the case. However, Dean encouraged the calls.

"Wow, sounds like you did a lot."

"Yeah, I'm pretty cool," Y/N said, sighing. Y/N picked at the frayed edges of her comforter as they continued to talk. Sam told her about a few case details for their hunt, seeing if she had any other insight. Of course, her love for books helped a little bit.

"Oh, I'll be out of town this week visiting my family. But I should still be able to talk," Y/N informed. Sam nodded and sat up in bed. "Just let me know if you need anything. I'm only one call away," Sam reminded.

"I know," Y/N said, flattening out the edges of her blanket. "I'm gonna call it a night. I've gotta get up early for work in the morning," Y/N sighed. "Alright, I'll talk to you tomorrow," Sam said.

"Yeah," Y/N nodded, hanging up the phone.

Sam set his phone on the table and stood up from the bed to see what Dean had gotten. All the while, Dean was sitting at the table, chowing down on a burger and fries.

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(A Week Later: Y/N's POV)

It was about a five-hour drive from my apartment to Crossville, my hometown. Thankfully, I had a couple of CDs with some of my favorite music, including one that Sam and I made together. A couple hours passed, and I arrived at my parent's house.

My mom, Eliza, ran down the steps when she saw my car parked in the driveway. I smiled and stepped out of the driver's side. "There's my girl," Eliza greeted. She wrapped her arms around me, swaying from side to side.

"How was the drive?" she let me go. I smiled and stepped towards the backseat to grab my things.

"Not bad. I hit a bit of traffic, but nothing major."

I closed the car door, slipping my arm through the strap of my duffle bag. My mom grinned and put an arm around me.

The two of us walked to the front door, where my father was waiting. She opened the door and helped me with my things. "Joe, your beautiful and loving daughter is here!" she shouted. He jumped from the recliner and walked to the foyer.

My dad gave me a tight hug, making me think that he'd never let me go. He's always been like that. "Your room's upstairs as always," my dad said, letting me go with his hands on my shoulders. "Don't worry. We didn't touch it," my mom added.

I laughed and walked up the stairs. My childhood bedroom was at the end of the hallway. The smile on my face grew ten times when I noticed the lilac-colored walls looked the same. I could even see traces of daisies that I attempted to draw when I was fourteen.

(Third POV - At Bobby's House)

Sam leaned against the couch, watching a random show he found on cable. He looked down at his phone after not hearing from Y/N for a couple hours. Sam glanced at the TV one more time before giving his girlfriend a call.

"Hey, Sam," Y/N said, putting her phone on speaker. She began unpacking her bag while he was still on the phone. "Did you get to your parent's house alright?" he asked.

"Yeah, just got here a few minutes ago. I'm unpacking now," Y/N said, taking the phone with her as she put her clothes into the dresser. "Good. How was the drive?" he questioned. "Trafficy, but nothing I can't handle," Y/N answered.

Sam chuckled at her response. Y/N finished unpacking her bag and set it beside her dresser. "What're you gonna do?" he asked. "Nothing for change, it'll be nice," Y/N answered. Sam smiled. He told her a bit of what he and Dean were doing. It sounded like they were back at Bobby's for the week.

They continued talking for a few minutes until Sam had to go. Sam smiled as he hung up the phone (GIF Above).

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(Later That Night: Y/N's POV)

My mom had prepared one of my favorite meals in honor of my visit. She, my dad, my brother, and I had a talk about what's happened the past few years, mainly talking about how I left so suddenly. After considering my feelings, they apologized.

The conversation went better than I had initially thought. "So, Y/N, how's the job going?" Alec, my brother, asked. "Good, good. My coworkers are great. And surprisingly, I have a flexible and considerate boss," I replied.

Alec chuckled and handed me the pitcher of Lemonade. I thanked him, pouring a glass for myself and my mom. It was quiet between us. We had already exhausted the use of topics, mainly consisting of what had been going on in my life and theirs.

Speaking of topics, I purposefully didn't mention Sam, knowing that my parents would ask a bunch of questions and would want to meet him ASAP. It was a quiet dinner, but not an uncomfortable type of quiet. I helped my mom clean up the dishes before settling in on the living room couch.

"Hey, Y/N/N," my mom said, peeking her head into the living room. I looked up from the TV and over at my mom. "Do you mind stopping by the store real quick?" she asked. I shook my head, standing up from the living room sofa. "What do you need?" I asked.

"We're out of paper towels, and there's a spill in the kitchen," she answered. My mom handed me a small list, and I headed to the grocery store. It wasn't a very long drive from my parent's house to the store, so I parked my car closest to the entrance.

Thankfully, I had gotten to the grocery store about thirty minutes before closing. I quickly found the aisle where most of the items were. As I coasted down the frozen treats aisle, the lights above began to flicker. I ignored it and continued down the aisle, excusing it for the store's poor electricity? I don't know.

I found some of my dad's favorite ice cream and dropped it into the grocery basket. The man at the register smiled at me as I put the basket on the conveyor belt. He scanned the food items and set them into some bags. I wished him a good night, picking up the bags as I made my way over to the sliding doors.

When I unlocked the doors, my car beeped. I set the bag in the trunk and opened the driver's side door. The store's front sliding doors opened just as the cashier from earlier walked out. He turned around and locked the doors behind him. I started my car and made sure everything was all good.

While pulling out of the parking spot, I couldn't help but notice a black shadow extending across the lot ahead of me. Taking my knowledge from watching horror movies, I neglected the spot and continued driving out.

Once I reached the stop sign to exit, I heard loud and terrifying screaming coming from the parking lot.

At the sudden sound, I felt my whole body go stiff. I tried pressing the gas on my car, but my body prevented me from doing so. The shadow from earlier took over the damp concrete, causing the tall lights to burst. That's when I noticed the shadow had taken the shape of a tall figure with long and narrow arms, its eyes glowing a piercing red.

Its slow pace began to speed up once it noticed my car. My breathing grew uneven, and my survival instincts finally took over. I pressed on the gas and turned awkwardly down the street, speeding home. I couldn't help but glance behind me every once in a while to make sure it wasn't following me.

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(Later That Night)

I sat on my bed, my back pressed against the headboard with my blanket covering my legs. The TV that sat on my dresser was on, but I wasn't really paying any attention to it. After seeing that....that thing I sped home and gave the groceries to my mom. I already knew she wouldn't believe me.

So, rather than explaining why I looked as pale as a ghost, I said I wasn't feeling well and went straight upstairs. From there, I took a brisk shower and then hopped into bed. And now, here I am, staring into space with the television on in the background.

My mind kept replaying what the hell I saw and heard. None of which I understood. But I know who would: Sam and Dean.

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(The Next Day)

Before I went to sleep, I immediately called Sam. I felt bad for calling him late at night, knowing that he was probably in the middle of something, but he assured me that I wasn't interrupting anything. Thankfully, he and his brother were not on a hunt, and they'd come to Crossville as soon as possible.

I had gotten a few hours of sleep, but not enough to keep me alive throughout the day. Since Sam and Dean were coming into town, I told my parents that some friends were passing through and wanted to meet up.

Of course, my mom wanted to meet them, which also meant that she'd have to meet Sam. I sat on the front porch of my parent's house, busying myself with reading a book. The familiar roar of the Impala tore me away from the book.

I looked up from the page and smiled when Dean pulled into the driveway. I stood from the bench, dropping the book on the cushion. The two brothers stepped out of the car. Sam closed the door behind him and ran over to me. He met me halfway and instantly wrapped his arms around me.

He kissed me on the temple and set his chin on the top of my head, hugging me tightly. "My parents are out right now," I said. Sam nodded, letting me go with his hands on my shoulders. "You holdin' up okay?" he asked.

"Can't get the thing out of my head," I answered. Sam nodded again and kissed me on the forehead. I led them through the front door and into the living room. "Did ya'll want anything to drink?" I offered.

"Uh, water's fine, Y/N/N," Sam said, sitting down on the couch. I nodded and stepped into the kitchen. The boys sat in the living room as I grabbed them some water.

"Thanks," Dean said, taking a quick sip before setting the water on the coffee table. It was quiet for a bit until Sam broke it. "So, I know you explained last night, but tell me what you saw?" he asked. I sat down on the other side of Sam as Dean was in the chair across.

"Well, I noticed a shadow, to begin with, but didn't really pay any attention to it," I explained, "Then when I was pulling out of the lot, that's when I heard screaming. And I looked behind my car, and that's where it was. It was this tall shadow, and it eventually turned into a black figure with these arms. It had these terrifying red eyes."

Sam set a hand on my knee as I explained. I smiled softly and set a hand on top of his. "When it started walking towards my car, I left," I added, "Then I checked the news this morning, y'know, out of habit. That's when I saw that a man's body had been found in the grocery store's parking lot."

Sam's brows raised. "It was the same guy who had checked out my groceries," I finished. Dean took another sip of his water and cleared his throat. "Did you get anything else on the 'thing'?" Dean asked.

I thought for a while and shook my head. "Only that it was slow and dark," I said. The brothers were quiet for a while as they exchanged looks. I looked between them and spoke. "Look, I have no idea what this thing is. But I know what I saw. I know it was out of the ordinary and something that I wish I never knew existed," I said.

Sam glanced at me and nodded, lacing my fingers with his. "You think you could show us the grocery store?" he asked. "Yeah," I answered, nodding. The three of us got into the beloved Impala and headed to the store. Sure enough, the parking lot had been cornered off where the man's body had been discovered.

It looked like there was still police there. Dean parked the car, but before we stepped out, he reached into the glove compartment. I watched as he pulled out two faux FBI badges. My brows raised at the sight. Sam looked back at me, shooting me a reassuring smile.

We stepped out of the car and walked over to the parking lot. There was a line of yellow crime scene tape. A local sheriff walked over to where we stood. Sam and Dean, almost on instinct, pulled out their 'badges'. The sheriff simply nodded and lifted the tape for them.

He glanced at me as I stood there, not really knowing what to do. "She's with us," Dean mentioned. The sheriff slowly nodded and let me through. "Does this look familiar?" Sam asked.

I nodded. "That's where the shadow was," I pointed at two light posts, separated by a median between them, with a small patch of grass on it.

"When I was pulling out over there, the shadow was slowly making its way to the cashier and his car," I said, "Then I heard the scream as I was beginning to leave."

"Did the lights flicker before, after, or during?" Dean asked, looking at the blood stains on the concrete. "During," I replied. Dean nodded, walking towards the light posts. He walked a few steps and stopped, where I said the shadow had transformed into a figure. He looked over at Sam, using his expression to talk.

It seemed that the two of them only needed to look at each other to know what they were thinking. I looked around and stood there, taking notice of the blood stains. That's when I noticed something. There were scratch marks along the dark concrete.

"Sam, Dean," I said, gaining their attention.

At the sound of my voice, they both turned over to look at me. I pointed to the markings on the ground. Sam stepped over to me, setting a hand on my lower back as he passed me. They shared yet another look.

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(A Few Days Later)

The boys found some EMF readings at the parking lot, which I'm still trying to understand, but it's a work in progress. It had been a few days since we investigated the parking lot, and only one more body had been discovered. The three of us decided to stop by a local restaurant in my hometown.

"So, what're you thinking it is?" I asked, sitting beside in the booth.

Dean walked over to the booth after speaking to the hostess at the front of the restaurant. "Not sure," Sam answered, "Leaning toward Shadow People." Sam grabbed a journal from his satchel.

He opened a page and pushed it towards me. "I mean, you said that it was this tall figure-like thing that flickered and had weird eyes, right?" Sam said. I nodded, still looking at the journal.

Sam took a sip of his water and shared a look with Dean, who had sat across from us. I handed my boyfriend the journal again. "So, is this what your hunts normally look like?" I asked, "Educational guess, with a few theories?" Dean tilted his head from side to side, his brows raised.

"Yeah, yeah, pretty much," he said.

I nodded in response, playing with the salad a bit. Sam glanced at me and then his plate of food. "We'll figure it out, Y/N/N," Sam said. He set a hand on top of mine, squeezing it in reassurance. I looked up at him and nodded. The three of us had our lunch, mainly talking about what should happen next.

Afterward, Dean drove the Impala to my parent's house. He parked the car in the driveway and let Sam walk me to the front door. "I can help, y'know," I said, "I was the one who saw it." Sam chuckled and nodded his head, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"I know, but I can't risk you getting hurt," he said, "Dean and I have been doing this longer than you have. I mean, you've only been doing it for, like, three days."

I sighed and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, you've got a point," I said. Sam smiled and stopped walking. The two of us stood in front of the steps leading up to the porch. Sam took his hand out of his pocket, reaching for my hand.

He laced our fingers, running his thumb along my knuckles. "You'll be safer here than out there with me and Dean," Sam said, "We know what we're doing, Y/N/N." He raised our clasped hands to his lips, lightly kissing my knuckles.

"Got it," I said, ignoring the fluttering in my stomach. Sam kissed me on the forehead before giving me a quick hug. We said our goodnight and goodbyes. I watched from the front porch as Dean pulled the Impala out of the driveway and down the street.

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(Later That Night)

Sam and Dean had both updated me through the rest of the day. My parents were out, again, with a friend of theirs in the town over. Even though I wasn't too fond of being alone, I didn't want my parents to think their daughter was going insane. So, in the meantime, I had my leftovers from lunch and watched my Y/F/M's.

After the first movie ended, I put on the second one. The whole night was quiet. Typically, I would like that, but currently, I hate it. I kept the movie a little louder than usual and all the lights on inside the house. I threw the empty leftovers container into the trash and grabbed a drink from the fridge.

When I sat down on the couch, I noticed the front porch lights starting to flicker. I watched them for a second, remembering that the wires weren't secured correctly. I ignored the action and continued to watch my movie. But that's when I kept seeing it in the corner of my eye.

Then, as if things couldn't get worse, the lights outside sparked and never turned back on. I stayed on the couch, my eyes strained on the front door. My hands gripped the blanket draped over my legs. It almost felt like the blanket would be stuck to my hands if I happened to let go. The whole house went quiet despite the hum of the ceiling fan and the laughter coming from the TV.

I felt my heart race, and I could hear it in my ears. It was like the whole parking lot incident over again. I took a deep breath and released it out through my nose and then my mouth, regulating my fear.

It was then that I saw the reflection of two long arms in the window beside the door. "Shit," I mumbled. I let the blanket go from my grasp, allowing it to drop from the couch and onto the floor. The movie kept playing in the background as I rose from the leather couch.

My pace was slow, and my eyes were still on the front of the door and windows. I quickly made it to the kitchen, grabbing the UV-A flashlight and knife Dean had given me. They had mentioned something about the creature's weakness.

I didn't know if that would work, but my choices were limited at this point. I pressed my back against the frame of the opening that led into the hallway. The sound of the front door creaking stopped me from going anywhere else. I held the knife in one hand and the flashlight in the other.

The hardwood flooring made unsettling sounds from the porch. I wanted to close my eyes, hoping that that would somehow make the Shadow Figure disappear. I slowly peered over the edge of the frame, noticing that the thing wasn't there. With furrowed brows and slow actions, I cautiously stepped away from the frame.

I crept down the hall, keeping the grip tight on the knife and flashlight. The figure had found its way into the living room. It stood in the middle with his gaze on the TV playing Y/F/M. My breath hitched in the back of my throat, and I quickly pressed my back against the wall, hiding myself.

The air around me suddenly went cold, too cold for my liking. The floorboards creaked, the sounds slowly making their way towards me. My eyes stayed forward, but I could feel the figure moving nearby. I whipped around and pointed the UV-A flashlight at the Shadow Figure.

"Duck!" I heard a voice shout.

And I did just that. My hands let go of the knife and flashlight. I crawled over to the wall, pressing myself against it. Screeches were heard from above me as I felt someone roughly grabbing me by the arm. My boyfriend brought me up from the ground and outside.

Flashes from inside my parents' house followed by a loud scream that thankfully didn't belong to Dean. Sam held me in his arms, one arm wrapped around my waist, his hand cradling my head. "You're okay, you're okay," he repeated, his lips lingering on my forehead.

I wrapped my arms tight around him, trying to shield myself from what I just witnessed. "I got you," he said, not taking his grip away from me.

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(A Few Days Later)

After the incident at my parents' house, Sam hadn't really left my side, and I didn't mind that. Sam and his brother stuck around for a few days, telling me that they needed a break anyway. It was their second-to-last night in Crossville, and my parents wanted to finally meet Sam and Dean.

I stood beside the door, awaiting the sound of Baby down the street. My mom was over the moon to meet Sam and Dean. I had told her a little bit about them, but unfortunately, some of them were lies, keeping their monster hunter profession on a down low. My mom was setting the table as the Impala pulled into the parking lot.

I opened the door just as Sam was about to knock. Dean followed pursuit with a bottle of wine in his hand. That was most definitely Sam's idea. My mom rounded the corner with a cheerful expression painted on her face. I stepped aside so the two boys could walk in.

Sam hugged me, giving me a tight squeeze before letting me go. Dean shut the front door and joined Sam's side. My mom glanced at me and then at the two boys. Sam stuck out his hand to shake my mom's. She grinned and accepted the gesture.

"I'm Sam," he introduced, "Y/N's boyfriend, and this is my older brother, Dean." Dean waved with the bottle of wine. My mom's expression turned to pure excitement if she wasn't even more excited than before. She grinned and gave both of them a tight hug.

"Oh, you're a hugger," Dean said.

I chuckled despite my heart racing when Sam introduced himself as my boyfriend. "This is for you, Mrs. Y/L/N," Dean said, handing my mom the bottle of wine. She thanked him and took the bottle.

Before I could say anything, my mom was leading Sam and Dean into the kitchen. Sam stopped for a second and looked over at me, noticing my expression. He grabbed my hands and pulled me close to him. "Boyfriend?" I questioned.

He shrugged and leaned down to lightly kiss me. With that, the two of us stepped away from the foyer and to the kitchen, where my mom was showing Dean around.

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mochaintherain · 2 years ago

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Demense

Summary: You change your team lineup of starter characters. The subsequent Aftermath, revolving around a cryo user.

Word Count: ~1k

CW: Heavy religious themes, implied cultish behavior, (implied?) religious trauma, SAGAU

Add. Tags: Kaeya, Creator!Reader, unreliable narrator, reader is Not present in this story as a character.

Author's Note: Not proofread! I've no idea how to use Tumblr or format on mobile </3 please help me. did I miss something I DUNNO (´_ゝ`) WHERE EVEN AM I anyway kaeya is so babygirl

Never had Kaeya assumed the Gods would favor him. Not after the promise he made, the bonds he shared with both his fathers—his brother, and how easily his patchworked life tore beneath his feet, his right eye a constant reminder of all his failures.

So when Aether, Amber, and Lisa extended a hand toward his figure, purple light enveloping his being, bubbling with warmth that mended the bitterness of his past, and opened his eyes to the heavens—

How could he not become Your believer?

Soon, he would travel the entirety of Mondstat, escaping his duties whilst discovering treasures, receiving divine gifts: goblets, circlets, feathers—and participating in...rather strange rituals. You made him carry a hefty bag of mora and flowers, gems, remants of slain regisvines, to the zenith of Starsnatch Cliff before imbuing him with unknown strength that coarsed through his veins.

Aether called it an "initiation", to forever be acquainted with divine blessings, to be Yours. He affirmed the sole reason he'd been able to save Dvalin, the entirety of Mondstat, was due to You, granting him the privilege of becoming a vessel.

"...Vessel, huh?" The word stuck to his tongue like a bitter saccharine. Even worse--You seemingly vanished, leaving he and his comrades hollowed by Your absence. After a desperate letter and trek sent back home, the reception back in the City of Wind was nothing less than suffocating.

A small gathering of vision wielders greeted them at the gate, welcoming them home. Yet, the sun never penetrated his body. The bite of sheer cold blossomed in his veins, making him tremble with every step he took—the first of many which he had to be conscious of; and breathing, keeping his heart beating, leaving him winded and dizzy. Your gaze took away his autonomy, rendering him a spectator in his own corpse, but You left him with the most joyous of dreams and slumbers; abandoning him forced everything back into his muscles, and he scrambled to remember what it was like to be alive without you. However, that was hardly the worst part.

His friends who cheered at his safety—

their smiles did not meet their eyes.

Instead, replaced was envy, resentment, and the brewing notion that he was a fraud, tricking the Creator and seducing You into loving him. They swirled, in vile concoctions, behind each of their pupils. Yet they paraded around him like he, himself, was divinity. Did they all wish he never came back? Would they tear each other apart for a chance at Your Grace?

Maybe his death was an opportune moment.

Unfortunately, he lived.

"Welcome back, everyone. I'm glad the Creator brought you back safe and sound." Jean bowed slightly, relief written on her lips.

"Hmm...go on and rest for now. Tommorow, you can tell us what all your travels uncovered." Albedo smiled, nodding at him and Lisa in particular.

Klee bounced on the soles of her heels, waving her hands to the weary travelers. "Yay! Kaeya's back! And Amber and Lisa and Mr. Honorary knight!" she cheered, beaming.

"Ah...why don't we all go back to the cathedral? I can heal you all of any injuries!" the deaconess suggested, a strain of a smile forming on her face.

"...Welcome back," Diluc muttered, most likely dragged along by the Acting Grand Master.

"Hey, on the way there, why don't I sing you all a song? No wine in exchange!" The enigmatic bard hummed, giving them all a wink.

Kaeya heaved a ragged breath, forcing a small laugh out his lips. "Sorry, but I think I'll pass. I'd much rather rest at Angel's Share," he responded, ignoring the pointed glare from a certain redhead. "After all, the Creator never afforded us any sort of wine; I'd certainly die if I had to spend another day without it."

"Huh...?" Barbara said, "b-but, Sir Kaeya—"

She was interrupted with a solemn headshake from the librarian.

"None of us are hurt," Lisa reaffirmed, "let him be...We'll tell you everything."

The Calvary Captain huffed, breaking away from the group and stumbling into the tavern, his countenance morphed into the expression he held all those years ago, when he first received his vision.

Haunted.

Nothing had changed since his leave, though there were far less customers than usual. Did the other citizens feel You vanish too? Or was that a curse reserved only for the puppets You deemed fit for control?

"Charles, the strongest, if you please."

Alcohol had left his throat burning, a reprieve from the sudden, chilling, desolation. After his "ascension", he was no longer the same man. In gazing upon him, You stole away a piece of his soul, a void only able to be filled by You and You only.

It wasn't too long before the bar's door opened again.

"What are you up to, Kaeya?" Diluc stayed near the entrance, not bothering to move toward the stools.

"I'm not in the mood," he hissed, downing his glass too quickly to savour.

Diluc forewent the usual quips he'd aim toward his brother, settling in a silent scrutiny. He was never one to favor the Gods. They stood in one another's solitude, drinking until the "Darknight Hero" woke to dusk.

Then, Kaeya was truly alone. Truly, utterly alone, with not even the eyes of which he'd come to expect. After all, he, a barely devoted follower, could never stay in the Divine's gaze forever.

Even so, the ache in Kaeya's heart screamed that the Gods had forsaken him again; being a vessel was far more merciful than being 'Kaeya'. Because if he wasn't a vessel, he was emptier than he'd ever been.

And when Lisa wrote to him, musing about how his Prototype rancour ended up in the hands of the Yuheng of the Liyue Qixing, how strong she was—he knew he'd been discarded.

...

If he were more pious, would You deign to look at him once again?

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