#fair warning: i can be a huge hater

[jugheadvarchoni]

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[short-black-diamond]

Enemies/Hater #3 for Kunigami?

I know that man has a monster sized dick

AYO THIS COMBINATION IS DANGEROUS, you are playing with fire here, anon!!!

warnings/summary: smut obviously, Our hero looses his v-card~!, bullying, and fluff, also a lil confession scene, and you and Kunigami are huge dorks, also I'm putting one of my kinks in there (find out what it is!), and Oliver slander (I love him but I don't like his cheater-nature, so imma use it as a plot device)

again, this will be as vanilla as possible. or not.

word count: 5.1 k words oh man...✌💀😭

taglist: @kyuzra, @ann-teige, @loser-vxbez

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Tea-kettle.

your father always called people who took too long in the traffic with their cars to drive around tea-kettles. When people acted like dumb children, when people got on his nerves...tea-kettle.

Simple, but sophisticated.

And, well, you took after your father.

You just had the biggest luck of having no other male than Kunigami as your new roommate for the new semester, and for the most part, it was nice with him.

Well, except for the part that his clothes were basically everywhere, and even in places they shouldn't be, for example worn and sweaty and stinky socks the kitchen?

But that was not the only ick he had. He was way too calm and tried to mansplain you over and over again with stuff you'd do with your girl-math.

And that would always lead to arguments. I mean, who cares if the coupon expired, the staff would close an eye on a sweet thing like you and done was the thing, so why did the orange haired guy have to mind your business?

"Jeez, can't you let me be for once?"

"You're not doing it right. The coupon has expired-"

"Why can't you mind your own business?", you'd say in an annoyed tone, with the male looking down at you, confused and also slightly irritated.

"Because it's not fair for the workers-"

"They were still ready to accept it, dude. I even told them before you came back with your pack of 'protein' chocolate bars."

And then he'd look to the side with a frown and a cute pout.

And, well, you've grown to hate him a bit because of that. When he was gone for practise or afternoon school, the apartment would be silent and pleasant, with you being able to clean up everything and even cook something nice as he'd come home.

But, as soon as he'd come in, he'd ask stupid questions like; "How much kcal does a portion of your food have?", "Is it oily?", "You cooked too much."

Ugh! Can't he let you be for once? You also don't ask him about everything!

"Stop asking me those questions, and just eat what I cook!", You'd exclaim in an annoyed tone, already irritated by the mere smell of his sweat (caramel*cough*Bakugo*cough*), and you'd huff.

And then, Kunigami Rensuke would have the audacity to ask you why you behaved like that, because he was just asking normal questions and he liked keeping a diet.

...yeah, would be hard for somebody who wasn't japanese and only knew how to cook cultural and traditional home-food.

and it is tiring. Having the same arguments over and over again.

And thus, you gave Kunigami the name "tea-kettle", leaving him dumbfounded at the nickname insult. whenever he asked you what you meant by that, you'd just huff and tell him that you were busy with somehting.

But, that was not the only thing that made you irritated and angry the whole time.

You had just broken up with your boyfriend Oiver, having him caught cheating on you with a blonde bitch who couldn't even hold a candle next to you.

And you were horny.

More than the average human.

So...you ordered a few dildos...which were pretty big.

...

Kunigami thought you were cute, but weird. Easily frustrated and pretty irritable. you were a feisty woman.

He didn't know why you'd always snap at him when he'd ask you simple questions. He always apologizes when you scold him for forgetting to do something or doing something wrong.

He doesn't know why you are like this. Even though you're a great roommate who loves a clean home and can cook, he doesn't like your attitude.

Not a single bit.

...okay, maybe a little. But most of the time, it irritates him as well. He's just glad that he could have a silent night because you were not a night owl...until you became one.

And he also had to listen to the noises you made...making him blush, and also move his member into a stiff position.

Kunigami had trouble deciphering your personality. He had trouble getting smart from your 'girl-math'?? and why you always yelled at him with his clothes.

He can't be blamed when they fly all over the place, he also forgets where he placed his belongings, but now he's the one irritated.

Now, since a month, he has to listen to you going dumb over fucking a dildo, having to listen to your moans, whimpers and gasps while you pump it in and outside of you.

and it was also you who said a month earlier that you didn't like dicks.

That you despised them. That they looked weird.

You said that dicks were disappointing.

But why were you riding one then? Did something happen for you to change your mindset?

...

It was a late afternoon when you came home to the apartment just like you left it, which meant that Kunigami wasn't home yet. Perfect.

You quickly went into your room, taking off your bottoms and then taking out the dildo you purchased just recently. It was bigger than the ones you were using previously, and you could also stick it to the ground or wall to ride it.

and just as you were done putting it into your awaiting vagina, Kunigami stepped in to your room. He leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, staring at you with a serious expression and a small blush as you tried to cover yourself in a haste while you yelled profanities at him.

you were embarassed to be seen like that, having a big cock inside you, and being caught by your crush roommate doing something explicit like that. But...it turned you on. you were an exhibitionist at heart, and getting caught in such a position, with your legs spread to have him see your pussy and thr orange dildo inside it...it made you wet.

"You said that dicks were dissappointing, so what is that?", he mused and took in your form. Your brows were furrowed, face red...from embarassent or pleasure? you were panting like a bitch in heat, and he also caught sight of the large silicone cock you had buried deep inside you.

"Not your dick, that much is clear!", you snapped back. you wanted to yell at him to leave the room. To blackmail him. but...you also wanted to see where this was going. He didn't look disgusted with you being horny. He didn't look disappointed...more...amused?..maybe also aroused?

He huffed in amusement before sitting himself down on your desk chair manspreading, making you ogle at his hard-on, which was way larger than the one you had inside of you. He nodded his head to your direction, smirking.

"C'mon, tell me. Why should my dick be disappointing?", Kunigami asked and slowly took his hands from his thighs up to his zipper. You gulped as you watched him like a hawk.

"hmpf! B-because you probably have a small di-", and gone was your voice when Kunigami took it out. too heavy to stand upright was the seven inch penis he held in his pants, thicker than a soda can, and veiny was it too.

Kunigami bit his lip as he blushed from your wide eyes. Kunigami had no idea what the fuck he was doing. Not a single idea.

He was the biggest virgin after all, but he knew from his friends that he had a rather large cock. However, you were the first one to actually see it. The first female, to be precise.

and, well, since you were a girl and also somehow his crush, Kunigami felt his ego and pride increasing every passing second your eyes lingered on his dick.

"Do I have a small dick, ____?", came out in a soft, deep tone. You took a shaky breath before closing your eyes and shaking your head no.

You were salivating, in your mouth and your pussy. His cock was glorious. it even looked big in his hands, which were also pretty big to begin with. you gulped down your saliva before you tore your eyes up to his face. "N-no...", you choked. You forgot about the cock which rested inside your pussy and just thought about his, your eyes widening and gasping when he drove his thumb over the head.

It looked amazing, just that single movement, with him rubbing his thumb around the tip of his head. "hnn...mm...", he whimpered and moaned as he slowly started to masturbate.

"Th-then why...of fuck...why do you hate me?", he gritted through his teeth when he applied pressure while rubbing himself. your eyes widened and you blushed even more.

You raised yourself to walk over to him and emphasize that you indeed didn't hate him anymore, but you forgot that you had somehting inside you, and you gasped when you felt the dildo drag his thickness along your walls.

Kunigami saw it. the way the dildo raised itself a bit while you were trying to stand up from your seat, how wet it was...he moved his hand up and down his dick once with force, and flinched with a whimper.

"ahh...I-I don't hate you...!", you moaned when you sat back down. But you raised yourself right again. If Kunigami made himself feel good, why shouldn't you?

"Oh yeah? ...th-then why are you a-*hiss*-always yelling??", he groaned when he saw you slowly riding the dildo. your boobs were jiggling with every rise and fall you did, and he also couldn't ignore the slapping sound which erupted softly. He gulped and sighed shakily as he flicked his wrist around his cock.

"mmh, because you never do what I tell you!...ah..hah...Your c-clothes are always thrown somewhere...oh...a-and you always forget to do stuff!", you exclaimed, speeding up your thrusts on the cock.

Kunigami hissed in pleasure when he pressed down on his dick head. His dick twitched painfully at the way you were assaulting the dildo. he was jealous that he wasn't inside you. He bit his lip, glaring at the orange dick.

"why is it orange??", he asked after he stopped jerking off for a moment. you somehow blushed even more. "...i...um...", you spoky shyly, looking at the ground in front of you.

And, well, he took it as a chance to stand up and walk over to youpushing you onto your back harshly. You gasped when his rough hands touched your soft body, and he hovered over you with a smirk, sitting on his parted knees and toes, your legs on his thighs as he brought his hand up and down his dick while the other one took hold of the dildo inside you.

"does it...remind you of me?", he asked softly, quietly, as he slowly took out the dildo. you held in your breath, not daring to say anything. you were embarassed, laying on your back with your legs over his and seeing him so...seductively...majestically...on his knees as he looks down on you.

Suddenly, you were filled up to the brim, knocking the air out of your lungs. Kunigami pressed the plastic cock into you with force, and you choked on your own breath.

"Come on, ____...answer me.", he says in a deep tone, and you could hear a hint of irritation but moreso desire in it. You averted your eyes shyly.

"yes...", you breathed out and looked at him. you felt bare, with no bottoms and you also decided to wear a low-cut, tight shirt with no bra. you had cute thigh highs though.

And Kunigami...well, like I said...he looked majestic, with his tight shirt, having sweated a little into it, making his abs and pecs more defined, along with his pants nearly getting torn open as they tried holding his muscular and flexed thighs covered. and then there where his arms, one being directed to your frame while the other held his member.

and...his eyes...his face...he looked so handsome...like a prince, or king...he was your hero.

He huffed in amusement before leaning more and more down, until he was hovering over your torso. his hands were now planted on either side of your head as you looked at him with wide eyes, feeling his hot, big dick against your stomach and the dildo inside you get sucked in by your pussy.

you gulped when he took a strand of your hair and kissed it. "Listen, ____...I'd...like to do it with you.", he spoke gently, softly, only for you to hear as he gazed at you through his lashes. he had a small blush on, even though he was literally jerking off to you in front of you a few moments ago.

your face heated up. you were surprised he even wanted to have to do anything with you. but, you should've seen it coming when he didn't call you disgusting and took his cock out instead.

"why?", you asked, feeling shy and vulnerable underneath him. His gaze on you was intense and you couldn't help but look away in embarassment.

Kunigami carefully put one of his large hands on your cheek and slowly directed your face to look at him. "Because...even though you have an attitude with me, you're actually a pretty sweet person...I mean", he spoke and took one of your hands and softly tracing his thumb on the back of it, "you clean up the apartment...you cook nice meals...and you're also a pretty chill roommate, although we often get into arguments."

you huffed in embarassment. "how dare you confess to me while I have a dick inside me and yours is hanging out?!"

Kunigami blushed as well. "I-I want to do it with you! And you asked me why! So I answered!"

there was a moment of silence as you two stared at each other, completely flustered. Then you brought your hands up to his face. he blushed once more. you frowned at him with red cheeks.

"then...l-let's do it...", you whispered before you kissed him. His eyes widened when your lips connected with his. Rensuke's eyes fluttered to a close as they rolled back and he kissed you back passionately.

you moaned against his lips when he parted the first kiss and opened his mouth, making out with you. his tongue rubbed and danced against yours, and you could taste some of the leftover soup he must've eaten which you prepared earlier.

While he was getting lost in the feeling of your mouths clashing against one another and your sweet moans, one of his hands started to wander as the other one held himself up above you. the one which wasn't holding himself upwards caressed your side, then went up to gently squeeze one of your bra-less tits, groaning against your lips when he felt the soft flesh spill out between the palms of his hands.

he kissed your nose before trailing his kisses south. his lips made contact with your jaw, then three kisses down your throat and neck, a few smacks against your pretty collarbone until he neared your boob.

your legs were wrapped around his hips and your arms around his neck. you were letting soft sighs and moans escape you when he did his ministrations.

it was silent. no words spoken as you let him do as he pleased with your body, and you were pleasantly surprised when he didn't start fucking you like you were some kind of whore, like Oliver did.

No. He treated you like his lover. Like his wife.

You sighed shakily. And then he stopped.

"Kuni-" "Rensuke.", he interrupted you, looking at you with fond eyes.

"...Rensuke...", you started then, in a trance as you looked at the handsome male above you. "why...why did you stop?"

He looked to the side sheepishly, a blush coating his cheekbones. "D-do you maybe have ...a-a condom? Don't wanna risk it...", he said quietly, shyly as he swallowed the lump of saliva.

You nodded then. 'of course! gosh, I'm so stupid!', you thought as you rolled to the side to take something from the drawer on the night stand. A pack of XXL (does that even exist?) condoms.

His eyes widened when you gave him a single pack while you took a few more with a red face. then you quickly tucked the rest away. "w-why...do you have a pack of condoms?", he asked. Last time he remembered, you told him you were single, so why...?

"I had a boyfriend named Oliver, but he cheated on me...", you mumbled as you laid there on your stomach, showing him your body from behind and even though Kunigami felt bad for you, he bit his lip when he saw your juicy ass and thighs.

"How dare he...!?", Rensuke seethed instead and ripped off the pack. your shoulder flinched as you listened to the sound of him taking out the lubed condom and hissing as he slowly put it over his dick.

"are you okay?", you asked softly over your shoulder, glancing at him. then you turned around completely with an angry face.

"WHAT THE HELL!?!", you yelled when he took off his clothes, which...landed all over the place...again...in a random room though.

He rolled his eyes playfully. "I'll pick 'em up later, sweetheart", he grumbled under his breath as you turned around on your stomach again and huffed in annoyance. However, you weren't prepared when you felt your ankles get grabbed and you yelped when you got pulled backwards.

your lower half was out from the bed, with your knees and feet on the ground, your hips at the edge and your upper body on the bed. you turned around again and glared at him. "what was that f-mmh!"

ye, he shut you up by kissing you. his hand held your throat as he made you look to the side and he kissed you passionately, pulling at your nipple with the other hand before releasing it and trailing his hand lower to play with your clit a little. He couldn't find it and massaged your pussy lips instead. but it also felt nice.

You moaned against his mouth when he finally found the nub though, and assaulted it by rubbing his thumb up and down on it, while applying pressure. His hand on your neck tightened, and the dildo you still head inside you got squeezed by your walls.

you panted and whimpered against his lips. He leaned his head back to look at you. He smiled while panting as well, and only now did you feel his dick rub against your butt. "does...can...could he make you feel like this?", he whispered and kissed your cheek.

you keened at his words and sighed. "No. n-never- ah!", you yelped and your back arched when he took off your dildo from you. You felt empty and whined at the loss. he chuckled as he looked at the slick-covered cock.

"My turn."

You blushed heavily at that.

He then placed the dildo on your bed, right in front of you, as he aligned his cock to your entrance. your toes curled inside your highs as you glanced behind you with a nervousness you didn't even feel when Oliver fucked you.

"d-do you think it'll fit?"

Kunigami looked up with a parted mouth before smiling fondly at you. "...I'll make it fit."

You "eep!"ed. how could he say something like that?!

"w-wait, have you had sex before???"

"Nope, but I hope you'll let me practise."

Your mouth stood open as you stared at him in disbelief and he chuckled nervously. "J-just relax-"

"THAT'S EASY FOR YOU TO SAY!", you yelled in fear and gripped the bedsheets tightly. Kunigami scoffed. "C'mon, I'm sure your ex had a big cock as well, no?"

"Not as big as yours...!", you retorted with an annoyed pout but you flinched when you felt the head of his penis press against your pussy. even though your legs where spread, you could feel him touch your pussy and your inner thighs, that's how big he was.

you started to have second thoughts. "H-how ab- AHH!", you yelled, when he pressed his head inside. you two took a minute to regain your breaths. you were surprised that it didn't sting as much as you thought, but it still hurt, but you liked it, somehow.

and Kunigami was having his face directed to the ceiling as his mouth stood open in a gasp. He didn't know that your pussy was so tight, even after you've been having that huge ass dildo inside of you. how was that even possible?

"S-...sorry, sweetheart! I-I...fuck...I c-couldn't help--ohhh...myself!", he exclaimed as he felt your pussy pulse around his head. he tried not to thrust into you or fall unconscious from the amount of pleasure he got. You were mewling on the bed.

It just felt so good, even if it pained you very much. "Please...wait a lil more...", you asked, but Kunigami wanted to keep going. He then called you the nickname you used as an insult on him.

"You're such a tea-kettle, y'know that?", he groaned as he leaned onto you from behind and right into your ear and stroked your thighs, ass, back and sides with his large, warm hands. you squirmed in embarassment and pleasure.

"w-what's that s'posed ta mean!?", you asked right afterwards but gasped when his fingers played with your nipples. "How about you fix your attitude 'round me, love?", he asked in a whisper instead before he kissed the back of your shoulder with closed eyes.

You hated him. More than you ever could. How dare he speak to you like that, hah?!? Makes you regret your life choices by pushing his dick inside of you and then having the fucking audacity to tell you to "fix your attitude"??? And also how dare he make you feel so special? Asking you for consent before he did something like putting his dick inside of you and then also respecting you for wanting to wait a bit to adjust?

What the fuck?

With Oliver it just went straight to fucking, but with Kuni- ahem, Rensuke...it was more like...making love.

you had to watch your tone around Kunigami. He was a good guy. you blushed and after a while, you put your right arm up to scratch his head.

"y-you can move now...", you muttered shyly and prepared to get knocked out with a single thrust from him, but you were met with a Ransuke who massaged your hips in order to distract you from the oncoming pain as he pushed his dick more into you with a tempo which was slower than a snail.

It nearly didn't hurt at all when he bottomed out, having had to ask you to spread your legs a little more so that he could fit inside you fully, but even that didn't help as there was still a bit less than half of him outside. Rensuke gulped before chuckling breathlessly.

Now, your walls were literally pumping him at this point, and he tossed his head back with a groan.

"h-how do you feel, pretty?", he asked as he looked at your upper body which lay on the bed. your eyes were closed. Peacefully.

He panicked. "_-____?!"

You jolted. "what?!", you yelped, feeling fuller than a thanksgiving turkey. You just wanted to rest, because you felt like you coud fall asleep like that. your knees started to hurt, though.

"Oh, thank god...I thought you were unconscious...or worse...!", he said in a scared tone and hugged you. your eyes widened.

Oliver didn't care for you like that. He just fucked you, and that was it. He didn't really take care after the sex. he just threw a wet washcloth at you and left.

You felt like crying. "I-thank you, Rensuke...", you spoke softly and moaned when his dick twitched. "S-sorry..."

You giggled before pressing yourself against his hips, biting your lip and moaning aloud when you felt him go deeper inside you, and Rensuke grabbed the sheets tightly as he grinded against your butt. He cursed a lot because of that before he grabbed your hips. "S-stop. stop it, please.", he begged, and you stopped abruptly.

"wanna stop completely?", you asked as you turned around, seeing his taller frame rise and fall rapidly as his head hung low. "N-no...just...c-can we...take a small break? and maybe do it on the bed?", Rensuke asked shyly as he looked up at you with a pained expression.

you were turned on. too much. You nodded silently and began to miss the fullness his dick gave you, feeling completely empty now. You shakily stood up and hugged his head, playing with his hair as he hugged you back, still on his knees. "sorry..."

"Hey, it's okay, baby.", you shushed him, and made him face you as you looked at him fondly...lovingly. "It's your first time, Rennie, don't want you to fuck me into oblivion, y'know? We can also cuddle if you want. Also thank you for telling me to stop. Many people pull through the act even if they don't like it. I'm glad you let me know."

your voice was gently, your fingers working wonders on his hair and head, and he sighed contently, hugging you tightly before he stood up, towering over you and gently pushing you back to the bed.

You crawled back with a grin when he smiled and crawled to you with a hint of mischiviousness. You bit your lip excitedly when his face neared yours. "You're just so pretty, ____...the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.", he said softly, and before you could react did he kiss you clumsily on the lips.

Seems like he never kissed anybody as well...was he a hardcore virgin? And your heart fluttered at his praise. you kissed him back with more passion, your experience letting you dominate the kissing as you felt him shyly open his mouth for you to enter with your tongue.

And you also took this as a chance to turn the tables. The moment you parted lips, you quickly pushed him back, making him land on his back with a "w-whoah!" as you sat yourself on his hips, his dick right underneath your slick, juicy cunt.

You glared at him playfully before you leaned down and started making out with him again, changing the angle of your head again and again to kiss him differently, and he caught on over time, and soon, your tongues danced together as you eplored each others bodies with your hands.

Rensuke was the first to part, panting as he had his eyes closed in bliss, and his legs twitched violently when you rolled your hips against his groin. he hissed. "f-fuck..!"

you keened at the pleasure, loving how nice the pussyjob felt which you gave him. "you like that, baby boy?", you teased as you drove your hips slowly and with much more pressure up and forward to the head of his dick, and he trembled slightly.

"D-don't call me baby boy...! ....but...feels good...", he gritted through his teeth as he felt his orgasm approach. You narrowed your eyes at him with a smirk before you took his dick gently, holding the heavy schlong up as softly as possible, with him looking at you confused through his blissed out face.

He didn't have to ask you what you were about to do though, because you just raised your hips, putting his dick at your entrance, and then lowering yourself again slowly. And this time, his dick went in fully. you had a belly bulge. Kunigami wanted to cum right then and there.

He moaned shakily when he felt your pulsing walls again, placing his hands on your waist this time as he leaned forward and kissed you. "mmh, y'make me cum..."

"I hope so...'m close too, y'know?", you answered and took one of his hands, placing it on your throat. He raised his eyebrow. "felt good when you did this...do it again. But apply some more pressure...here.", you said softly when you placed his thumb and middle finger on either side of your pulse points.

he frowned with a blush. "I-I only did it in the heat of the moment, ____-"

"And I loved it. Please do it again?"

He looked at you for a moment before he sighed. He then thrusted upwards, up into your g-spot and put slight pressure on your throat, cutting off your air support little by little.

your eyes were glazed over a bit as they fluttered and you began raising and lowering yourself on him. He applied more pressure and you groaned, feeling the air leave your lings, and your vagina pulsed around his dick, making him gasp sharply.

In less than a second, you were back on your back now, with him still being inside you, you gasping for air as he left your throat to stabilize himself before he began thrusting into you, knocking out the air from your lungs like that as well.

you scratched his muscular wrists with your nails as you mewled and gasped and moaned at the feeling of his dick pumping in and outside of you. He was panting above you, and he reveled in the view of you.

Lost, but looking up at him as if he was some sort of divine person...like he was a hero...

He groaned loudly before he adjusted his legs and spread them a bit more a part before he swiveled his hips against yours in a slapping motion. "Oh shit...fuck! Y're so tight...hnnnghh~...", he whimpered as he tried keeping up his ministrations, and you were gasping and moaning.

He wanted to cum so fucking badly...but he wanted you to orgasm on his dick first. he then looked down from your face, to your jiggling tits with each thrust he made -he smiled dumbly at that- before his gaze travelled more downwards to where your pussy and his dick met. your pussy was glistening with your own juice, which allowed Kunigami to go into you much easier.

He put his finger on your clit and swiped it around quickly as he felt like he could cum any second now. And it also didn't help any more as he felt you gasp sharply and whine at his fingers.

Everything was so...loud. The slapping of skin against skin, and the wet sounds of your juice and his dick rubbing around inside you, the rustling of sheets as you kicked your feet around in pleasure, the bed creaking with Kunigami's thrusts, and the sounds which you and Rensuke made.

you came first with a cry of his name, squirting as you did so, and Kunigami's mouth stood wide open as he watched you, while cumming into the condom inside you.

He and you were a panting, sweaty mess.

"uh...d-did you two have to do it in my room?", came the shy voice of Ness, your new roommate. He was a blushing mess when he saw you two, but you noticed his boner (which he poorly hid), and so did Kunigami.

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bwahaahahah

I hope this was good enough, and I will read it again after some time.

Read you in the next post! Requests are CLOSED (...until I say they're open again)

[thetraingotsetonfireonmidnight]

Hear me out fake boyfriend but with Bakugo and he just shows you that he’s madly in love with you and you feel the same

I'm very much listening

𝕱𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝕯𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕭𝖆𝖐𝖚𝖌𝖔𝖚

Warnings: immature humor

You both needed to fake date each other to get your parents off your case

But to make sure no one was suspicious, you had to keep up the act

Being pros had its consequences, one of them being that everyone was filming your every move

If you suddenly stopped acting like a couple, the media would jump on you for it, and your parents would find out.

On top of that, Bakugou needed this fake relationship to boost his approval rating.

He said he'd rather roll over on the floor and croak before giving in and dating someone

But someone making a small comment about how it'd be impossible for Bakugou to get anyone to fake date him fired him up

You were the only one he would find himself tolerating, so he settled for you

He didn't really ask you, he kinda just said it

"You and I are going to fake date."

And you had nothing better to do so you agreed.

At first, bakugou was extremely hard to work with.

he'd death grip your hand anytime you were walking together in public.

His posture was terrible. Bent over like a rotten banana while walking in the most ridiculous way possible.

Bringing his knees waist high with each step and bringing them down harshly as if the street had murdered his whole family.

His mouth would be curled into a snarl as if he were taking the fattest shit known to man.

You made the mistake of asking him to try to smile for the paparazzi

His smile was horrendous

The second he curled his lips and revealed his gritting fangs at you, you felt your smile slip from your face as the thought of turning around and running ran through your mind.

Don't get you started on when you needed to kiss his cheek.

You warned him that you would need to do so at some point, he agreed that it would make the relationship more convincing

But he still didn't make it any easier

Everytime you pressed a kiss to his cheek, he'd growl like a feral dog

Anytime he had to kiss your cheek, he'd mash his face into your cheek and then wipe his mouth

The worst part? The public bought it.

They would have been more shocked if he had been affectionate with you, because why would the Great-Explosion-Murder-God-long ass name-Mcgee-Dynamite be loving

Though the lie was working, Bakugou's PR team wasn't pleased

They told him that the whole point of the fake relationship was to make the public see a softer side to him. No one would like him more if they saw him barking at his partner for kissing his cheek.

If anything, that gave haters more ground to dislike him.

So Bakugou decided to try a bit more for you.

Meet you in the middle.

It was only fair because you weren't gaining much from fake dating him

He owed you that much.

To help your "chemistry", he started hanging out with you more privately.

If he knew you better, he might feel better about being openly affectionate.

As you two got to know each other better, you realized you got along with him more than you had expected.

It took Bakugou awhile to realize he liked you.

It wasn't until he was at the store thinking about what you wanted for dinner that he realized he went and fell for you

Its not like you two lived together

So why was he thinking about what you'd want for dinner as if he'd be eating with you?

Had you really become such a huge part of his life ?

He wanted to run away from this feeling

But couldn't bring himself to.

His feelings for you become more and more obvious when he starts showing affection when it's not needed

He'll grab your hand even though no one can see it

This time he's much more gentle with your hand.

He even let's you grab his arm now. He says he prefers it anyway cause his quirk makes hand holding awkward

"Plus I don't think you'd wanna get blown up at a Whole Foods of all places." He smiles

You tried to ignore the fact that his words implied that he wouldn't have minded blowing you up when you first had started "dating" him, and tried to focus on the fact that he was clearly more comfortable around you.

He no longer growled when you kissed his cheek.

In fact, sometimes he'd stare at you looking offended if you tried to say goodbye with out kissing him.

Neither of you addressed the fact that you had started kissing his cheek even when no one was looking.

He'd casually throw his arm around you

He started kissing your cheek back

He's been buying you gifts as well

He claims that it's only so you can't say he owes you, but you knew better

If that had really been the case, he would've started buying you things a long time ago.

But the most surprising?

He's started openly talking about you in interviews.

Usually, he'd tell people to screw off if they asked about you

Or he'd give basic and short answers if his PR team had just gotten done yelling at him.

But now he talked about you fondly

Praising and bragging about you

"Your partner seems to be climbing the charts! You must be proud of them."

"Who wouldn't be?"

Somewhere along the line, the relationship stopped being fake.

The dates, the kisses, the hand holding

It all became real

And neither of you were complaining

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Practically Magic Chapter Four: Cinderella

Summary: Growing up in the same tiny mountain town, Y/N Owens and Dean Winchester despised each other. The only thing they ever agreed on was their need to escape. Life took them in opposite directions and neither of them ever looked back. So, when their paths cross over a series of gruesome murders in their hometown it was no surprise that old friction heated up again.

Dean never dreamed he’d be teaming up with a psychic, the FBI frowned on that sort of thing, but he was desperate. When that psychic turned out to be Y/N Owens, Dean knew two things for sure. One, Y/N was the real deal and two, he was in real trouble.

Pairing: Agent!Dean x Psychic!Reader, Dean x Reader, AU Dean x You Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Bobby Singer

Warnings: Slow Burn, Serial Killer Elements, Witches, Haters to Lovers, Claustrophobic Elements, Murder Scenes

Author’s Notes: This is an AU taking elements from the film Practical Magic and applying them to a fictional world where Dean Winchester is an FBI Agent. You will find parallels from that movie here, some quotes and other elements that capture the essence of the world of the Owens Witches. Hopefully! Additional Author’s Notes: This is a unique reader insert story as I have given the reader a physical description including hair color, eye color and body type. Chapter Four: Cinderella Word Count: 3372

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“You’d think after 300 years they’d come up with a better line” – Sally Owens, Practical Magic

Dean sat in his car outside of the Compendium for a full twenty minutes trying to figure out what he was going to say. He hadn’t expected to see you there, standing in the middle of that crime scene. Performing a reading, of all things! You’d gotten better at it, of course you had. It was in your blood. You’d grown into yourself. All of that shining, raw potential of the child was now sharply focused in the woman you’d become. It caught him off guard and he reacted out of instinct. Get you out of there and away from him as quickly as possible.

“What the hell’s the matter with you, Dean?!”

“With me? What the hell were you thinking, bringing her here?! This is no place for a civilian, Sam.”

“Y/N is not just a civilian. We’re running out of time and options, we need help.”

“Help? From the friendly neighborhood witch?”

Sam rolled his eyes, “Come on Dean, she’s the real deal and you know it. Everyone in this town knows it”

“That doesn’t make her qualified to assist in a murder investigation.”

“No, but she’s our friend. If she can help, she will. That’s just how she is.”

Dean could only shake his head at his baby brother. How can someone that damned tall be so short sighted?

“Some friend you are. This case is as ugly as they come. You and I, we’re trained to deal with the rough stuff, and we still have a hard time with it. How the hell is a regular person supposed to deal with it?”

Sam could only nod, he hadn’t thought of that.

“And yeah, Y/N is the real deal. You know how sensitive that psychic stuff makes her,” Dean said with a sigh. “This isn’t safe for anyone, but especially not for her.”

“Fair point,” Sam admitted. “But there are better ways of keeping her safe than going after her like that.”

“Old habits,” Dean replied.

“Make some new ones, starting with an apology. She won’t just let this go; you know how she is.”

Sam was right, Dean knew exactly how you were. Stubborn, just like him. Wasn’t that always the problem? Dean reluctantly cut the engine and got out of the car. Dragging his feet wasn’t going to make this any easier.

The Compendium was nearly back in order when Dean opened the door. An impressive feat considering the state it was in after the party. He was exactly three feet into the store when a low growl sounded, stopping him in his tracks. A huge white dog stepped out from behind a bookcase, barring its teeth, the thick fur along its spine standing on end. Dean held up his hands in a gesture of surrender, hoping the dog would see it that way.

“Dean Winchester. Is it arrogance or plain stupidity that brings you to my door?”

“You know me Viv, always the latter.”

Vivienne Owens climbed down the ladder propped up against the shelves, a bundle of smoldering sage in her hand. She arched an unimpressed brow at him, “This place was in tatters after you boys rummaged though everything. It will take me a week of Sundays to cleanse it properly.”

“Send the bill care of Uncle Sam.”

She didn’t give an inch. A thin plume of white smoke spiraled up from the sage to circle around them. Viv’s ever present black cat hissed from its perch on the upper level and Dean felt very outnumbered.

He dropped his gaze, “Sorry.”

“You certainly are.”

“I come in peace. I just want to apologize,” Dean said, appealing to the older witch. “Viv, please. I owe her that.”

“You owe her far more, but that’s a start.”

Vivienne had the same dark eyes, you did. Those huge, fathomless, gypsy eyes. Ones that saw into the very soul of a man. But hers never held the warmth yours did, at least not for Dean. Her eyes were cold and carried suspicion and warning.

“I’m only going to say this once; you hurt her and in the immortal words of the great Dolly Parton… I’ll turn you from a rooster to a hen with one shot.”

Dean couldn’t help but swallow nervously. A woman like Viv didn’t offer idle threats, especially when it came to her treasured granddaughter.

“Noted.”

You knew it was Dean by the sharp scent of his cologne. He always smelled good, even as a kid. It was one of things about him that fascinated you when you were growing up. You loved him straight away, how could you not? His smart mouth and gruff exterior hid a boy you knew to be truly kind and compassionate. He played up the bad boy image to everyone in Silverton, but with you he was soft. He was your protector. Sam was your partner in crime, but Dean was the one who made sure you were safe. You trusted him with your life. Funny how things can change so quickly and so completely.

“I had no idea this room was back here.”

“What you don’t know could fill a book.”

You didn’t bother to turn, instead keeping your eyes on the fire blazing in the brick fireplace. Your frozen feet were propped up on a leather footstool in an effort to regain feeling in them. In hindsight, walking all the way from that house to the Compendium in your stockings was not your brightest move, but you’d been too pissed off to think straight. Even now, cocooned in a thick, wool blanket you were still shaking. Part of you knew it wasn’t just the cold, but the horrific scene that had you chilled to the bone.

“Do you always wander around without your shoes and coat? Or only when it’s below freezing?”

“It was more important to leave than to stop and fetch them.”

“Stubborn,” Dean muttered, dropping your forgotten items in the wingback chair opposite you.

“Me?! I’m the stubborn one?!” Your eyes snapped up to look at him, temper flaring. He had the audacity to smile, just a quirk of the corner of the mouth. Irritated beyond measure, you tugged the blanket closer and looked back to the fire.

“Thanks for returning them, you can see your way out.”

You’d dismissed him like a queen banishing a servant from the realm. He knew you weren’t going to make this easy. “Damn it, Y/N. I’m trying to apologize!”

“Well, don’t let me stop you. You’re doing a fantastic job.”

Dean watched the flickering glow of the fire dance across your face. It was fascinating to see the familiar expressions of the girl he knew reflected back at him in the face of a beautiful woman.

God, why does everything have to be so damn complicated?

“I’m sorry,” he said at last. “I didn’t expect to see you there.”

“At the house or at the party?” you asked softly. When he didn’t reply right away, you did instead, “I didn’t expect you either. Maybe I should get a magic eight ball.”

“You used to laugh when I called you that.”

“That was when you meant it as a joke. You weren’t joking today.”

“No, I suppose not.” Dean sat on the footstool so he could face you. It was low to the ground, causing him to draw his knees up so his long legs would fit in the small space. He always was taller than you, now even more so. Life was unfair.

“I’m sorry about what I said, you didn’t deserve it. I’ve been working on this case for a very long time, my temper’s short and I took it out on you. I had to get you away from that house. It’s not safe for someone who hasn’t been trained for it.”

You could see him then, your Dean. The one from all those years ago. The Dean who would coming running when you called. The Dean who vowed to protect you from anything.

“We should have dinner.”

Dean blinked in confusion, “Pardon?”

It was your turn to smile, you always enjoyed baffling him. “The three of us; you, me, and Sam. If we are going to work together, we need to improve our communication skills.”

“We’re not working together, Sweetheart.”

“Yes, we are.”

He matched your infuriating smile with a fierce frown, “I don’t want you getting mixed up in this.”

“I already am. I’ve tapped into it now; it won’t leave me until it’s complete.”

“If you had an ounce of sense in that head of yours, you’d leave and never look back.”

You searched out his gaze, those stunning green eyes looked so much older than his thirty-six years. Things between you had ended badly, but that was years ago. And it didn’t erase all the good that had come before.

“Tried that. Just ended up right back where I started.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

“Dinner,” you said again. “Tomorrow night, seven o’clock. Your treat.”

Dean knew a challenge when he heard one. This was the sexy, confident woman he’d met on Halloween, throwing down the gauntlet. He may not be a magic welding Owens, but he still had a few moves of his own.

He took your feet and settled them on his lap while he reached for your shoes he left in the chair. His touch was warm. The heat that radiated from him finally banished the cold you’d felt since leaving that house. He gently slid each shoe back on the corresponding foot, his actions deliberate and somehow very intimate.

“Try not to lose them this time, Cinderella.”

You tried to focus on his words instead of his hands resting on your ankles.

Good lord, look at those hands! Were they always so big? Christ. I wish he’d move them a little higher…

“Cinderella only lost one shoe, not two.”

He ran his thumb back and forth over your ankle bone while a grin slowly spread over his face. “Keep ‘em on, Princess. Don’t want you losing any valuable parts to frostbite.”

In one smooth motion, Dean got to his feet and started to stand. His hands braced on the arms of your chair, his face coming within a few inches of yours. His mouth only a breath away. He paused in that position, his eyes looked deeply into yours and you were caught. Your heart sped up and heated your cheeks as you wondered if he was going to kiss you.

He watched with great satisfaction as your pupils grew wide. Your gaze flickered down to his mouth just for a second before snapping back up. Witch or not, you were still a woman. And Dean had always been a big fan. He found it incredibly encouraging that he could get that kind of reaction out of you even under the circumstances. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Dean stood the rest of the way, feeling smug. “See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

“Y… yeah, tomorrow,” you managed to echo as he walked out the door.

Viv’s cat found it’s way to your lap, he must have snuck in when Dean left. You buried your fingers in it’s fur while you contemplated the flames. When you were little, your Gran would tell you stories of ancestors who could read the future in fire. You even managed to do it a time or two, but it was a volatile method. Naturally, it would be. Visions would come, but without context making the information unsettling and essentially useless. If that was what seers in the past used, no wonder everyone thought they were crazy. You made up your mind a long time ago, to be better.

But you couldn’t see what was coming, for you or for Dean. Which meant you had to go in blind. Just like everyone else. Just like a normal person.

“Fuck.”

June 5th, 2002

“Witch, witch, you’re a bitch! Witch, witch, you’re a bitch! Witch, witch, you’re a bitch!”

Dean was in the middle of changing the oil when he heard the chanting. It certainly wasn’t the first time he’d heard it. Ever since that damned movie came out a few years back, the local kids latched on to it like it was the song of the summer. It had been nearly a year since he’d heard it, which meant only one thing.

He threw down the oily rag he used to wipe his hands and took off running.

“Witch, witch, you’re a bitch! Witch, witch, you’re a bitch! Witch, witch, you’re a bitch!”

There was a group of five kids, all chanting around a massive oak tree. Throwing rocks and sticks up into the canopy of green leaves. Dean recognized them, a couple of them were from his brother’s class, the rest were closer to his age. Bullies and troublemakers.

“Hey, what the hell are you doing?!”

The tallest boy, looked at Dean and sneered, “What’s it to you?”

Dean looked past the kid and saw a familiar purple sneaker laying at the base of the trunk. Purple, with matching tie-dyed laces. He didn’t need any further confirmation; he was there the day you and Sam experimented with the technique for an art project. Purple always was your favorite color.

“Listen up, asshat. You’re going to take your little buddies and get the hell out of here.”

“Or what?” another boy challenged.

“Or I break your scuzzy face and you leave anyway.”

“Come on, Winchester. We’re just having a little fun,” the teenager from Dean’s class said, tossing and catching the lemon sized rock in his hand. “Besides, it doesn’t hurt ‘em. Everybody knows witches don’t feel anything.”

He chucked the rock into the tree and a pained yelp sounded as it found its target. He laughed and Dean saw red. He punched him square in the face, deeply satisfied with the sound of knuckles connecting with cartilage.

“Fuck!” The kid staggered back and held his face, blood spurting from between his fingers. “You broke my fucking nose!”

“Stick around,” Dean drawled. “I’ll break something else.”

That was all encouragement the boys needed. They scattered and ran back over the hill towards town, chanting their irritating little song the whole way.

Dean picked up the discarded shoe and looked up through the branches and saw your shadow towards the top. “Y/N?”

“Dean?”

“You can come down now, it’s safe. I sent those douchebags packing.”

He watched you nimbly climb down the branches, which was impressive since you weren’t the most athletic kid. Amazing how motivating being hunted down could make a person. When you got close enough, he held out his hands and helped you hop down to the ground.

Looking you over, he saw red all over again. You had dirt and scratches all over your arms and legs, the deeper cuts still bleeding. Long pieces of your hair had come loose from your braid and were sticking to your sweaty face. Your big, brown eyes were rimmed red from crying and your bottom lip was split open.

Dean took your chin in his hand; his thumb barely grazed the cut. You winced and looked down, tears welling in your eyes.

“It’s okay, Dean.”

“I’m going to kill ‘em.” Dean growled, releasing you. “Seriously, an ass kicking it too good for those dicks.”

You rubbed your bicep where that last rock had hit you. It hurt like hell, probably bruised all the way to the bone. You were worried about what your Gran would say when she got a good look at you. She always warned you to stick to the main road, not take short cuts. This is obviously why.

“It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have gone that way. Should have paid attention to where I was going.”

“Hey. This is all on them, you hear me? None of this is your fault.”

You only nodded, looking down at your sock covered feet. Dean picked up your discarded shoe and looked around for its mate.

“Where’s the other one?”

“Um… I lost it over in Settlers Field.”

“Okay, let’s get you cleaned up.” He surprised you by turning his back to you and crouching down, “Hop on, Pipsqueak.”

“You can’t carry me, Dean. I’m too heavy!”

“I carried Sam’s sorry ass all the way down the North Trail when he twisted his ankle last summer and he’s a freaking moose. I don’t want you wandering around missing a shoe.”

He looked over his shoulder at you and winked, “Come on, Cinderella. I’ve got, ya.”

You grinned back, in spite of yourself and climbed onto Dean’s back. He hooked his arms around your legs and stood with ease. Even bounced a couple of times to get a giggle from you before he headed back home.

You rested your chin on Dean’s shoulder while he carried you comfortably on his back, making easy strides through the tall grass. After a few minutes you began to relax. It was a really nice day, sunny and warm.

You hadn’t spent much one on one time with the older Winchester, but you knew Sam worshiped him. It was easy to see why, Dean was the embodiment of cool. He was older than the two of you by five years. Every time you saw him, he was in that beat-up leather jacket, listening to classic rock. And he had that intensity burning just under the surface.

“You must be missing Sammy, huh?”

“A little,” you breathed, then corrected yourself. “A lot. He called last night and said he was having fun though.”

“Only Sam would have fun at summer camp for math geeks.” Dean said, walking through the opened bay door of the garage. “What about you? I heard you got first place for that story you wrote. Shouldn’t you be at camp for writing geeks?”

Dean set you down on the long bench along the back wall and grabbed a few supplies from the first aid cabinet.

“There isn’t a writer’s camp. But there’s a conference in Denver next month. Gran says I can go if I want to.”

Dean dabbed disinfectant over the scrapes on your legs, “You don’t want to?”

You shook your head.

“Why not?”

“My story’s not good enough to present in a place like that.”

“Your teacher thought so, and you did get first place.”

“You didn’t read the other stories.”

Dean snorted in laughter, and you smiled. “Besides, that story was just for an assignment. I can do better.”

“I’ll bet you can.” He replied, fetching an ice pack from the beat-up fridge in the corner. He wrapped it in a clean cloth and held it against your swollen lip.

“Well Pipsqueak, you can hang out with me whenever you like. But you gotta pull your own weight.”

“Okay,” you agreed, if out of curiosity alone. “Doing what?”

Dean waggled his eyebrows and pulled the gray tarp off one of the cars. “Welcome to Dean Winchester’s Summer Camp for Grease Monkeys!”

You recognized it; Sam showed it to you one time. The Impala.

You stepped forward, running your hand over the rough frame, “You’ve been fixing up your dad’s car?”

“My car,” Dean said, pride ringing in his voice. “Gave it to me last year when I turned sixteen.”

Your fingers followed the line of the window as images came to you. Happier times when John Winchester was a young man, taking his pretty blonde girlfriend to the drive-in movies. Mary, the boys’ mother. It had been a junker back then, John always intended to get the car in mint condition. Never really got around to it.

“She likes you.”

“Yeah?”

“You gave her a name.”

Dean rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a little embarrassed. “Yeah. Baby.”

You leaned in the opening where the driver’s side window would eventually be. You could see how she looked the day she rolled off the line. Shiny and new. Polished chrome, black vinyl seats. In a flash, you saw Dean there. His elbow resting on the opened window, his right hand on the wheel. Wind in his hair, his music blasting.

“Baby.” You repeated. “Baby is perfect.”

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What is this blog?

Primarily, this blog is me liveblogging my reread of the Asylum Series by Madeline Roux. I'm hoping to post one chapter a day, and each chapter's liveblog is going to one uninterrupted post. You can read about why I'm doing this here.

To make it not just one long block of text, and make it easier and more fun to read, I'm going to play around with formatting a lot. If anyone has any ideas on a more accessible way to do this, please reach out to me.

My liveposts are going to be a combination of good old fashioned Tumblr liveposting, analysis and essay-ish content, a few memes and things I'm reminded of, and a generous helping of quotes.

I will also post and reblog a lot of other Asylum related content, like memes, as well as some longer and more well thought out essays and other analysis content. I'm gonna drain those books for meaning.

What exactly are you reading?

The main trilogy of the Asylum series by Madeleine Roux. If I can get my hands on some of the others, I'll read those too, but I'm working with what I have.

Actually you're wrong about these books

This is what I want to hear. This is not gonna be an anti-haters thing. Far as I can tell, I'm the only person really talking about these books much, let alone analyzing them. Probably because they're barely above the scholastic horrors you got at 5th grade book fair. This means my word is god, but I actually do not want that. I am begging you to disagree. I am begging you to debate me. I am begging you to correct me or elaborate on things I say. As long as you're respectful, I will listen to and engage with you! Please! Also, I'm new to looking at books beyond the surface level, so I'm bound to be wrong a lot! Please I wanna hear your opinions

Will you liveblog-

No. Unless it's a short story or I've specifically asked for more content. I am, however, always open to new things to read or watch on my own time. You're also free to ask me for recommendations. I'm actually not a huge horror guy, but I do have some favorites.

Can I...?

Send you asks? YES! About literally anything, though I do ask you to question if it would make more sense to ask my main blog.

Tag me in posts? YES! If they're relevant to this blog in some way (literally anything about this book series).

Make my own blog/do my own liveread/write analysis inspired by this blog? PLEASE GOD DO! About these books or literally anything else! If I somehow inspire you to make content about these books, great! If I somehow inspire you to make content about something you love, even better! I do ask that you credit me if you're using a lot of my arguments in your own analysis, and if I do somehow inspire you to do something like this I'd love to know, but you absolutely do not need my permission.

Do you hate these books?

*White knuckling the bathroom sink, dripping blood* I am having a wonderful time :)

Tagging system

(no I do not)

Warning!

Obviously, lots of spoilers. Some sensitive topics too, though I'll try to tag 'em. These are horror novels, even if they ain't that scary.

#not liveblogging - not my actual liveblogs

#liveblogging - actual liveblogs

#not asylum - not related to the books

#reblogs - reblogs

#modposting - content I post other than liveblogs

#modscreaming - analysis I post other than liveblogs

#asks - asks

Each liveblog will also be tagged with the name and chapter

[projectshapeshifter]

Hello there, you may call me Momo/Nox and welcome to my blog where I may dump all of my fandom brain rot moments. Also maybe some writing and art if a moment of courage (or foolishness) sparks.

Apagender creature, you may refer to me with any pronouns! Neos are also encouraged as well. As a reminder, please keep in mind that I have diagnosed autism and possible adhd. I’m not considered a social person and have high anxiety. I also have difficulty registering tones and cues. If you can, please use tone tags when talking to me!

Also, I’m platonically taken by my amazing and lovely wifey, @vahizero <3 <3 <3 (if you’re reading this then hiii!! ILY SM!! /p)

Anyway, here are my current fandoms that I’m currently hyperfixating (or used to, but I still like it) on:

- Dandy’s World (DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT support the devs behind the game. I only like its silly cast of characters and the actual game itself. Please do not financially support the devs!)

- Pressure (on Roblox)

- One Night at Flumpty’s (ANOTHER DISCLAIMER: I also DO NOT support Jonochrome nor his disgusting actions.)

- Dayshift at Freddy’s

- Steven Universe

- Pokémon

.. And some other stuff I will list later on whenever my mind intensely hyperfixates on them!

FAIR WARNING!

I’m a HUGE g0re, horror, and true crime fan so I may post some things that have those types of topics! Please keep note of this and stay safe! I will tag each post that has those types of content accordingly. If I miss any warnings that trigger anyone, please inform me!

DNI IF YOU:

- Have NSFW/18+ stuff of any kind.

- Apply to basic DNI criteria (proshippers, homophobia, transphobia, racists, sexists, anti-Semitic, MAP, zoophilia, etc, etc.)

- Actively partake in shipping wars and insult others for no good reason.

- Are a furry and/or therian hater.

… Welp, that’s about it for now! Hope you have a great day!

[mumuugi]

can i req something with kaoru pretty pleaseeee, maybe something sorta fluffy like him and reader being each other's first times??? <33

୭ 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴

୨୧ pairings : kaoru hakaze x fem!reader

୨୧ warnings : vanilla, protected sex, soft sex (it gets a bit rough at the end), praising

it was both of your guys first time and kaoru will make sure you’ll both enjoy it.

guys.. ngl i am number 1 vanilla hater BUT anything for my followers xox. it’s certainly a change of pace tbh, i enjoyed writing this especially since it’s kaoru. he is a lovely man <3

“do you really want to do this?”

kaoru’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts, turning towards him while you fumble with your shirt, not sure on what to reply to him. he sighed, taking your hands in his and gave you a reassuring look “it’s alright if you don’t want to, i won’t force you” he smiled, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear

“but i want to.. it’s just that.. will you b-be gentle with me..?” you finally replied, clutching his hands tightly as you’re kind of scared on what he’d reply with though all your worries wore down when he gave you a soft kiss. one of his hand left yours to carress your cheek as he parted away from the kiss and spoke softly

“of course, i would never dare hurt my sweet tanpopo-chan here~”

hearing him call you tanpopo-chan would never fail to not turn you into a flustered mess. it’s one of the cutest nickname that he could ever gave you and you love it. kaoru leaned down to gave you another kiss while his hands went down to touch you, his hands were soft and calloused you couldn’t help but moan into the kiss when he rubbed against your chest

you both parted away, you couldn’t look at kaoru’s face due to how flustered you are from his gestures. he finds it cute how you get so shy easily around him. kaoru tapped your face gently, making you face him as he gestured to your clothes asking for your consent to undress you and you gave a small nod

he wasted no time undressing you, taking off all of your clothings ever so gently to not startle you. honestly, you weren’t expecting kaoru to be this nice with you because of how rashly he tends to act sometime, but you find it nice. you felt safe around him

you were left naked infront of him while he still has his clothes on “kaoru.. not fair! you still have your clothes on..” you huffed, making kaoru laugh “haha, my bad..” kaoru then undressed himself, part of you wanted to look away because you were embarrased but you couldn’t stop staring at him..

he wasn’t really built or anything, but it made you fuzzy just seeing him shirtless like this. but it all became worse when he’s down to only be in his underwear, the massive bulge made your mind spin just thinking about taking that inside of you. kaoru noticed you staring at him so he decided to fake gasped loudly

“oh! tanpopo-chan, were you staring just now?~”

he teased, laughing when you didn’t respond and instead hid your face in your hands. god, he could explode anytime if you continue acting this cute around him. kaoru let you stay like that for awhile as he took his boxers down, letting his hard cock spring out. he took the condom and put it on his cock, just to make sure there won’t be any ‘accidents’ tonight

kaoru even had lube ready for this day, making sure that he got ready before going in raw and potentially hurting you at the same time. he took the lube and squeezed it onto his hand to rub it on his cock, groaning from the touch. you looked through the gaps of your fingers and your eyes widened from how huge he is. would that even fit in you??

once kaoru’s done with himself he squeezed some of it onto your pussy, making you gasp out. it was cold, and slimy.. the feeling spread when kaoru went to rub his cock against you as your hands left your face to clutch onto the bedsheets, biting onto your lip embarrased to let out any noises. kaoru frowned, leaning in towards your face to whisper

“don’t hold back any noises, tanpopo-chan. i wanna hear all of it..” and kissed your nose. he went back, steadying his hips as he looked down on you with a worried look on his face due to how anxious you seem underneath him

“are you sure you want to do this, we can stop right here if you’d like—“

“no! please.. i-i can handle it.. i promise..” you cried out, hoping that sounded convincing enough for him to keep on going. he sighed and nodded, smiling as he slowly slipped himself inside of you, he couldn’t help but whine out from your tightness, never did he ever thought that it would feel this good

truth be told, kaoru never actually done this before despite him being an ex playboy. but he felt different when he finally get to be in a relationship with you— it’s like as if you were meant for him all this time. he has long had his eyes on you, though he was just afraid that you would reject him since you both were quite close with eachother. he felt so relieved when you returned the feelings back and now here you were

you teared up a bit from the stretch, breath ragged as you tried to ease yourself from the pain. kaoru noticed this and went down to kiss you, his hand stroking your arm to calm you down whispering beside you telling you how good you are for him, how he loves you so much and such. his words calmed you down, soft sobs slowly turning into soft whines

kaoru gave a small thrust to see if you’re ready yet or not, but when you gave out a moan he took a deep breath in and started thrusting in you. slow strokes hitting your walls so perfectly, the feeling of being filled in with his cock made your eyes roll to the back. the sounds of skin slapping and both of your whines and groans filled in the room

kaoru kept his pace gently, not too hard but not too slow, just perfect for the both of you. at the same time, he makes sure to praise you all over. his words were laced with so much love, he always knows how to use his words against you. you can’t help but beg for more from him, to give more of him to you

kaoru couldn’t stop whispering out “i love you’s” to you, he is just madly in love with you and he’d probably blame himself if anything were to happen to you. his hands were wrapped around your body before moving to hold your face between it, turning your face to his. he kept on murmuring words that you couldn’t make out in between the thrusts, each one sending you off the edge beneath him

he slowly picked up the pace, taking your legs and put them on his shoulders. you moaned out loudly, the newly found angle made his thrusts feel way better than before as he made sure to hit every sweet spot you have. kaoru can’t help but groan out as he feels himself getting closer to climax along with you too from how you slowly tightened up around him

“k-kaoru.. i-i think i’m gonna.. c-cum.. nnh~”

your orgasm came and you clenched on him, hard. shocked out you whined his name out loud— kaoru then pulled out and stroke his dick by himself, not wanting to overwhelm you as it’s your first time. his movements falter once he’s reached his orgasm, whining out as he cummed into the condom. you called his name out as you clung onto him tightly, feeling worn out from the sex

kaoru groaned, taking his condom off and tying it up before throwing it into the bin, panting as he finally laid down beside you. you both took some time before turning to eachother and smiled “you did so well for me tanpopo-chan, thank you..” he said, kissing your forehead and hugged you closer to him

“i love you, kaoru..” those words were enough for him to know that he did a great job. you both stayed like this for awhile before drifting off to sleep.

kaoru the least i want tbh i feel like.. he’s more like a sub rather than a dom tbh, my boy got mommy issues 😭 oh well, i made it work in the end. hope u guys enjoy it !!!

[tonaken]

Plaything | Eren Yeager

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FIA'S NOTE → Eren is inspired by Damiano from Måneskin (especially that buttplug part hehe) (go listen to their music now, I have to obsess over them with someone 😭). I have a love-hate relationship with Eren, and I wanted to let it out. I wanna fuck him, but slap him at the same time, you know? Anyways, happy reading!

Content → Eren thinks the world lays in his hand. He can do everything he wants. Say whatever he thinks. Move however he feels like. He finds it freeing. You find it childish.

Warnings → MDNI, Eren Yeager x fem!reader, super slight angst (not the best family dynamics, again), bisexual!Eren because I said so, switchy!Eren, bratty!Eren, voyeuristic tendencies, semi public sex??? y'all do it in the tour bus, protected sex be like y/n kids 😌, handjob, ruined orgasm, impact play (slapping and spanking), light degradation he calls you a bitch, breath play, Eren being a man child, a sex symbol, and a fucking bastard I told you I hated him

W/c → 1.6k words

Eren Yeager, the rockstar. The slightly deranged musician. The one whose name is constantly mentioned, never for good though.

A drama magnet. He fights any haters on the internet, tweeting at them, profile pic screenshotted and added. He lewdly licks off his mic in the middle of a charity concert, saying that it was just to have people ‘pay attention because the message of the song was important’. He wears buttplug shaped earrings to some music award show to ‘normalize the topic of sex’, or at least that’s what he tells the interviewer.

In reality he thrives on pissing off the more conservative, older generations, the one his parents are part of. The ones that saw him as an outcast since his younger days.

It’s like revenge for him. They treated him like the black sheep of the family and now it was his turn to cause ruckus. It’s fair in his mind.

He doesn’t care anymore, the world is his playground.

He firmly believes that ‘all press is good press’. His management team strongly disagrees. His hot takes always have the band risking annulled interviews and sponsorships. Marlowe has definitely ended up at the emergency room from overwork and Hitch has spent endless nights writing apology emails.

He redeems himself in the public eye with his stunning looks. Green eyes, luscious brown hair, and a tanned, toned body to match. Truly able to sway even the most determined hater.

He dribbles and drabbles in the world of modeling from time to time, accepting only and exclusively if it includes him showing more skin than normal. ‘It boosts sales’, he explains. But truly, it’s just to piss off Grisha, who happens to have a huge billboard in front of his office. He can now take a good look at those tattoos he hates so much.

He doesn’t care anymore, the world is his runway.

But Eren makes a name for himself especially on stage. That is his place, his realm, where he truly belongs. Whether he’s belting impossibile notes or executing complex riffs, he shines.

Do not be fooled, his bravados obviously continue under the hot, glaring lights, in the presence of a full arena . The relentless stage diving, the languid singing to fans in the crowd, the shameless stealing of the panties that fly in his direction during a song. That clip was definitely going to go viral on Tik Tok.

He doesn’t care anymore. The world is his stage.

He likes this lifestyle. It’s fast, exciting, maybe decadent, but his moral compass is a bit skewed, he’s aware of that.

So when his bodyguard admits to having gifted his sister tickets for his next concert, he’s smiling in amusement. If common sense still counted in Eren’s phantasmagorical version of reality, if the man before him was that hot, his sister was supposed to be as attractive, right?

And, boy, were his calculations correct.

You were such a pretty thing. Smiling wildly at him from the front row, hands thrown in the air in careless enjoyment. He found himself hypnotised by the way your glossy lips curled around every single one of his lyrics, eyes closed in bliss. You were such a dedicated fan. He smirks. Bedding you was going to be a piece of cake.

He’s such a flirt with you. He sings the dirtiest of lyrics looking at you dead in the eye. He grabs your hand when he passes by your section. He uses your phone to film himself from stage, handing it back to you with a wink.

And when he whisks you away through the backstage he checks his surroundings before taking you to the tour bus. His eyes set on your brother, busy keeping squealing fans from jumping on Floch. He was his main target, but by the look of your ass in those jeans, calling you a second choice wouldn't have been fair.

Yeah, he wants both the brother and his sister, so what?

He doesn’t care anymore. The world is his harem.

You seem so innocent, so pure with your nose upturned to the sky, taking in all of the luxury embedded in every surface. Everything seems to sparkle and you are so engrossed in the LED lights on the ceiling that you don't notice how he's constantly peeping through the velvet curtains. He wants no interruptions, but a curious eye wouldn't be exactly hated.

He thinks he's got everything under control when he offers you a drink. He doesn't check in with your age; you didn't expect someone like Eren to care anyways. But when you lean over and press your lips against his, his knees feel weak. He misjudged the signs.

You're the one that tears his clothes off. You're the one who slips your hand in his boxers. You're the one who pushes him on the plush leather couch.

But it's when you pull out a condom from your purse that he knows he got himself into something very different than what he expected. His lips curve into a sly smile; he doesn't mind the challenge.

You refuse to suck him off, but his complaints cease when your hand wraps around him. Your wrist flicks expertly to work him whole, thick veins bulging along his shaft. The head of his slicked up cock wastes no time in turning red, and the amount of precum oozing from his slit is impressive. He was liking this more than you thought.

You smirk at his head thrown back, long neck craned beautifully on the backrest. His breath starts getting labored and he chokes on a moan when your other hand cups his balls.

This wasn't him.

His eyes shoot open, instantly flitting in your direction. You know what he wants, but you're not willing to concede. He can tell.

He doesn’t care anymore. The world is his battlefield.

You wanted to take control, huh? You wanted to act all big and bossy? You wanted to order him around? To slut him out? That was his plan first, not yours.

But when you straddle him, tits all in his face, he doesn't know if he wants to go through with whatever was going on in his head. He holds on, though. Long enough to take you down with him, at least.

So when he asks you to slap him in between groans and grunts, it's unexpected. But then his mouth opens again, calling you a bitch for not finding ‘the guts to do it’.

The sting on his cheek is euphoric, and deciding whether he prefers the pain or your angered expression would be an accomplishment. The devious grin that spreads across his face is telling: he wasn't going to give you peace on this given night.

It's a back and forth conversation. Slaps and smacks fill the air of the vehicle. You slap him under his cheeky incitement and he smacks your ass to show you how he wants to be hit. ‘You can't slap for shit’ he says.

It's a win-win for both of you. You can have him shut up for some time while you ride him; he gets you annoyed and irritated while he’s inside you. Plus, every time his hand lands heavily against your ass cheek you start grinding on him harder. He could never hate that. You don't seem to notice his slight advantage, but Eren’s never called himself a fair man.

He doesn’t care anymore. The world is his chessboard.

When he nears his orgasm, he's visibly fighting it off. His teeth gnash is exertion. His forehead glistens in self restraint. His brows furrow in concentration. He can't lose to you, not like this.

You look down at him in playful scorn; he's so childish. From the boastful, exuberant, arrogant way he conducts himself, to his stupidly useless competitiveness. To not speak about the books he tucked under the sofa earlier. Did he really read Erwin Smith?

Eren was a big baby who loved acting tough. You didn't particularly hate it. You actually wanted to indulge in that side of him.

He seems lost when your hand wraps around his neck. But he catches himself, flashing you the most playful of smiles. Exactly what you expected.

It's fascinating how his expression crumbles when you squeeze around him on purpose. You even catch his eyes cross briefly before his eyelids conceal everything. He was actively hiding his enjoyment from you.

His whole body is trembling and the maddening pressure that forms in his head has him babbling nonsense, wheezing in between words. He's so close.

The look on his face now is priceless. Glossy eyes, pouting lips, flushed cheeks. He looks betrayed. You got off him right when he was about to fall off the edge, he had every right to feel that way. You're puzzled, though, when you find him adorable.

When the hands on your hips don't make you budge, he gives up. His reaction is unexpected. Now he's sporting a drunken smile, a deep chuckle rumbling in his chest.

He was going to stand up to you in his own way. You expected him to lose his shit when you denied him release? Fine, he was going to calmly accept it. You seemed fun after all.

You sense what sparkles in those emerald eyes when you take him in again. He shudders as you slowly swivel on top of him. You were going to do anything to ruin him. Because if he was childish, you were tenfold.

He knows, he likes it.

He doesn't care anymore. He’s your plaything.

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[kyoupann]

Hi, besties! I’m back to talk about Encanto and Encanto only because I’m tired of non-latinos/Hispanics posting their bland ass opinions on a movie they definitely did not care to understand <3 ( warning: spoilers, I guess)

1. "Abuela was evil and didn't deserve to be forgiven that quickly"

Amix, did we even watch the same movie? Because to me Alma wasn't forgiven on the spot. Not one of them said "sure abuelita don’t worry we still love you." And the thing is, in a toxic Hispanic household, you won't get an apology so easily. Alma admitted how she fucked up and that is a huge step for them as a family to start figuring out their own shit and how each member contributed to the cracks appearing. The moment where they all come together to rebuild their Casita is a perfect depiction of that; it takes days, months and years to pick up the pieces and put it back together, and maybe just then they can start healing.

Alma deserved to realise how much pain she was putting her family through and be given the opportunity to try to be better, and saying otherwise is interpreting the movie to fit your ideal ending. And the thing is, Alma had no malicious intent in her words and actions, once you know what happened to her, you notice everything she does and says is tightly tied to her traumatic past: bestie watched her town be invaded, her husband brutally murdered while holding her newborn triplets, became the leader of a whole ass new town the next morning and was probably never given the time to mourn.

And before any of y’all Abuela-haters come to me to say trauma is never an excuse: yeah, abuse can’t be justified under any circumstances, however, if you want to criticise Abuela’s character, you have to look where she is coming from. It’s not a matter of it’s fair or not, because in real life these situations most of the time are never fair to anyone involved.

2. "Omg, everyone was so mean towards Mirabel and Bruno, how could anyone allow that? That's so fucked up!"

Oh, wow, the privilege of watching a movie about intergenerational trauma and not noticing the trauma. Qusiese, chicaaa, pero no pudiese. LMAO I was going to go into how Alma, Isabela and Pepa treated Mirabel, but I feel that’ll be better left alone in their separate posts because it’s a lot. Instead I’m just going to explain why I think “We don’t talk about Bruno” was an attempt to protect Bruno from people shit-talking him even more.

It’s undeniable that the Madrigal family is obviously the equivalent of royalty in Encanto. They are a public figure and Abuela specifically works her ass off trying to maintain that image (yeah, by manipulating her family into being of service but). Because if shit went down, then she’d find herself having to flee her home again. Big yikes, nope.

Now, imagine, your youngest and only son who can see the future comes up with a prophecy about your home/family so bad that he runs away. Bruno may have done nothing wrong, but his disappearance brought a bad image to the family. So what did the family had to do to save face? Not talk about him. And more than it being a “fuck Bruno, all my homies hate Bruno” move, it is more of a “Hey, this is a sensitive topic and we as a family have decided to speak no more of it, thanks!” move, not only to cope with his absence, but to prevent townsfolk from also talking about him. It might not have been the nicest thing to do, but so was Bruno’s leaving without saying more. Please, stop infantilizing grown-ass men.

3. “The magic doesn’t make any sense”

HI, Welcome to Magical Realism! It does not need to make sense to you. It is what it is in its own world and its inhabitants accept it. If y’all can watch Marvel movies and eat that shit up as if it were the most complex worldbuilding in existence, then you can absolutely believe that miracles are a commonly accepted occurrence in this world.

What creates a miracle is not really important, because throughout the movie we’re not trying to make a new one, but to preserve the one that already Alma manifested. What determines what kind of gift each character gets is not important, or at the very least I’d think you’d be able to assume that it’s something related to their personality or a skill they excelled at. Being utterly rude, if you whine over how the magic doesn’t make any sense, I feel like you’re the type of person who wants to have every single thing explained in detail because you’re simply too lazy to use your imagination.

I find the magic in this movie very adequate to its context; in Latin-America, when you talk about a miracle it’s something of religious origin that cannot be explained by science (as opposed to English, in which it can be simply boiled down to something extraordinary). Additionally, “Milagro” is also used to refer to religious charms that can be carried on your person for protection and good luck. So, the candle serves as both types of miracles and I find that so damn cool.

Now, I’m not blindly in love with this movie to deny the fact that it definitely should’ve explored its world and characters so much more. It’s not perfect, but it’s definitely one of the best movies the mouse has made in years and I do hope it gets some kind of show or whatever; it’s got the perfect elements for it.

P.d: do yourself a huge favour and listen to the Spanish version of Dos Oruguitas <3<3<3

[anxresi]

So, Thomas Astruc has (again) unnecessarily professed his ongoing hatred of Chloe and has (again) created a huge Twitterstorm of his stans and ‘haters’ who don’t have opinions, they have fanatical beliefs.

I get the feeling that even though a lot of people think that Chloe has been hard done by in terms of writing, they don’t want to be in the bad books of ‘The Boss’ and so are purposefully biting their tongue. Because after all, what’s worse than being blocked by a giant man-baby?

Then you’ve got people who genuinely think she’s a ‘white supremacist’ because of one episode where she mixed Japanese and Chinese culture. Seriously, I’ve seen this claim on more than a few posts, and I guess Thomas agrees because he does nothing to put out the fire he himself started.

Instead of talking about her as a person, why not take a step away from the show and see her for what she is… an exceptionally badly written fictional character? Everyone’s complaints and hatred of her are, funnily enough, not her fault but down to those who create and storyboard her life. If the makers really REALLY wanted you hate her, they could. Which is what they’re doing now, with all this Mary-Zoe, ruining the love square, siding with Lila, acting much worse than she was in S1 bullshit.

It’s easy to manipulate adults, but it’s even easier to manipulate kids. Thomas says ‘children are wiser because they’re not buying Queen Bee toys and they can see Chloe for who she actually is’. Well, I’m not surprised if you waste not one second in bringing her down the moment things are looking up for her in S3.

I bet you took great pleasure in tearing up all the good things she did in S2, didn’t you? Then, you made her completely soulless in S4 so nobody can be fooled again into thinking she has any hope left . You won’t make the mistake again of showing her human side, that’s for sure!

Enough damage has been done already to your vision of her as a total monster by giving Chloe fans moving scenes of genuine remorse and vulnerability. Let’s scrap all those, pretend they didn’t happen and make her a bona fide villain from now on.

Actually, something worse than that: a completely worthless villain, unlike Lila and Felix, who’s only purpose is to laughed and humiliated, like the burglars in Home Alone. Not only have they stripped Chloe of her humanity, they’ve also robbed her of her dignity.

That’ll teach her fans for caring! It’s not Zag’s fault children hate her! They only decide what goes in the script, supervise the animation process and produce the entire show. Don’t look at them!!!

Enough ranting without context for now. Let’s have a look at Thomas’s latest posts which sparked this entire poisoned debate, shall we?

Seems like a fair question. But I’m pretty sure we all know the answer by now. Buckle up…

Oh, this must be that famous ‘France sarcasm’ Thomas himself warned us about! Hilarious.

At least I think it’s supposed to be, but there are probably a lot of confused kids right now who won’t ‘get it’. Fortunately, the next post leaves no doubt as to the truth of the matter…

Hmm. I think someone’s been watching too much Wizard Of Oz. Not only for the ending scene, but in trying to turn Chloe into some kind of Wicked Witch Of The West. I suppose later she’ll develop an aversion to water later and turn green as part of a ‘Big Twist’. Yawn.

What’s this? Another reasonable point? I’m sure this salient argument will be listened to and taken on board with the due consideration it’s worth…

Oh hang on. For a millisecond there I forgot who we were dealing with here. At this point, I can just see steam coming out of Thomas’s ears, as the veil of conviviality starts to slip. He despises Chloe, he’s going to demonstrate that gratuitously on screen for the next three seasons, and no amount of accusations of bad writing or character derailment will stop him fulfilling his dream, dagnabbit!

(I genuinely think he knows his writing for her is terrible, and the reason he seems so upset when this fact is brought to his attention is because his poor fragile ego has been prickled. Like I said: a man-baby having tantrums, spitting out his pacifier and screaming for mommy to change his diaper. Ugh, that stinks.)

What’s this? WOW, this person is dropping some bars tonight, I’ll give them that. If they’re going down, they’re going down swinging.

Sadly, Thomas’s sole ‘rebuttal’ will be the usual panacea of the INSTANT BLOCK, but in this case the questioner can wear it like a badge of honor. They won’t get to speak to ‘the great one’ again, but at least they get to keep their pride.

That’s it. I now forcibly disentangle myself from this whole sordid debate temporarily, to wish you a very pleasant rest of the day.

And please, don’t make my mistake of getting involved in this nonsense. You won’t change anything, and the only result will be a pointless waste of time and further loss of faith in the human race as a species…

[trektraveler]

Practically Magic Chapter Four: Cinderella

Summary: Growing up in the same tiny mountain town, Y/N Owens and Dean Winchester despised each other. The only thing they ever agreed on was their need to escape. Life took them in opposite directions and neither of them ever looked back. So, when their paths cross over a series of gruesome murders in their hometown it was no surprise that old friction heated up again.

Dean never dreamed he’d be teaming up with a psychic, the FBI frowned on that sort of thing, but he was desperate. When that psychic turned out to be Y/N Owens, Dean knew two things for sure. One, Y/N was the real deal and two, he was in real trouble.

Pairing: Agent!Dean x Psychic!Reader, Dean x Reader, AU Dean x You Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Bobby Singer

Warnings: Slow Burn, Serial Killer Elements, Witches, Haters to Lovers, Claustrophobic Elements, Murder Scenes

Author’s Notes: This is an AU taking elements from the film Practical Magic and applying them to a fictional world where Dean Winchester is an FBI Agent. You will find parallels from that movie here, some quotes and other elements that capture the essence of the world of the Owens Witches. Hopefully! Additional Author’s Notes: This is a unique reader insert story as I have given the reader a physical description including hair color, eye color and body type. Chapter Four: Cinderella Word Count: 3372

“You’d think after 300 years they’d come up with a better line” – Sally Owens, Practical Magic

Dean sat in his car outside of the Compendium for a full twenty minutes trying to figure out what he was going to say. He hadn’t expected to see you there, standing in the middle of that crime scene. Performing a reading, of all things! You’d gotten better at it, of course you had. It was in your blood. You’d grown into yourself. All of that shining, raw potential of the child was now sharply focused in the woman you’d become. It caught him off guard and he reacted out of instinct. Get you out of there and away from him as quickly as possible.

“What the hell’s the matter with you, Dean?!”

“With me? What the hell were you thinking, bringing her here?! This is no place for a civilian, Sam.”

“Y/N is not just a civilian. We’re running out of time and options, we need help.”

“Help? From the friendly neighborhood witch?”

Sam rolled his eyes, “Come on Dean, she’s the real deal and you know it. Everyone in this town knows it”

“That doesn’t make her qualified to assist in a murder investigation.”

“No, but she’s our friend. If she can help, she will. That’s just how she is.”

Dean could only shake his head at his baby brother. How can someone that damned tall be so short sighted?

“Some friend you are. This case is as ugly as they come. You and I, we’re trained to deal with the rough stuff, and we still have a hard time with it. How the hell is a regular person supposed to deal with it?”

Sam could only nod, he hadn’t thought of that.

“And yeah, Y/N is the real deal. You know how sensitive that psychic stuff makes her,” Dean said with a sigh. “This isn’t safe for anyone, but especially not for her.”

“Fair point,” Sam admitted. “But there are better ways of keeping her safe than going after her like that.”

“Old habits,” Dean replied.

“Make some new ones, starting with an apology. She won’t just let this go; you know how she is.”

Sam was right, Dean knew exactly how you were. Stubborn, just like him. Wasn’t that always the problem? Dean reluctantly cut the engine and got out of the car. Dragging his feet wasn’t going to make this any easier.

The Compendium was nearly back in order when Dean opened the door. An impressive feat considering the state it was in after the party. He was exactly three feet into the store when a low growl sounded, stopping him in his tracks. A huge white dog stepped out from behind a bookcase, barring its teeth, the thick fur along its spine standing on end. Dean held up his hands in a gesture of surrender, hoping the dog would see it that way.

“Dean Winchester. Is it arrogance or plain stupidity that brings you to my door?”

“You know me Viv, always the latter.”

Vivienne Owens climbed down the ladder propped up against the shelves, a bundle of smoldering sage in her hand. She arched an unimpressed brow at him, “This place was in tatters after you boys rummaged though everything. It will take me a week of Sundays to cleanse it properly.”

“Send the bill care of Uncle Sam.”

She didn’t give an inch. A thin plume of white smoke spiraled up from the sage to circle around them. Viv’s ever present black cat hissed from its perch on the upper level and Dean felt very outnumbered.

He dropped his gaze, “Sorry.”

“You certainly are.”

“I come in peace. I just want to apologize,” Dean said, appealing to the older witch. “Viv, please. I owe her that.”

“You owe her far more, but that’s a start.”

Vivienne had the same dark eyes, you did. Those huge, fathomless, gypsy eyes. Ones that saw into the very soul of a man. But hers never held the warmth yours did, at least not for Dean. Her eyes were cold and carried suspicion and warning.

“I’m only going to say this once; you hurt her and in the immortal words of the great Dolly Parton… I’ll turn you from a rooster to a hen with one shot.”

Dean couldn’t help but swallow nervously. A woman like Viv didn’t offer idle threats, especially when it came to her treasured granddaughter.

“Noted.”

You knew it was Dean by the sharp scent of his cologne. He always smelled good, even as a kid. It was one of things about him that fascinated you when you were growing up. You loved him straight away, how could you not? His smart mouth and gruff exterior hid a boy you knew to be truly kind and compassionate. He played up the bad boy image to everyone in Silverton, but with you he was soft. He was your protector. Sam was your partner in crime, but Dean was the one who made sure you were safe. You trusted him with your life. Funny how things can change so quickly and so completely.

“I had no idea this room was back here.”

“What you don’t know could fill a book.”

You didn’t bother to turn, instead keeping your eyes on the fire blazing in the brick fireplace. Your frozen feet were propped up on a leather footstool in an effort to regain feeling in them. In hindsight, walking all the way from that house to the Compendium in your stockings was not your brightest move, but you’d been too pissed off to think straight. Even now, cocooned in a thick, wool blanket you were still shaking. Part of you knew it wasn’t just the cold, but the horrific scene that had you chilled to the bone.

“Do you always wander around without your shoes and coat? Or only when it’s below freezing?”

“It was more important to leave than to stop and fetch them.”

“Stubborn,” Dean muttered, dropping your forgotten items in the wingback chair opposite you.

“Me?! I’m the stubborn one?!” Your eyes snapped up to look at him, temper flaring. He had the audacity to smile, just a quirk of the corner of the mouth. Irritated beyond measure, you tugged the blanket closer and looked back to the fire.

“Thanks for returning them, you can see your way out.”

You’d dismissed him like a queen banishing a servant from the realm. He knew you weren’t going to make this easy. “Damn it, Y/N. I’m trying to apologize!”

“Well, don’t let me stop you. You’re doing a fantastic job.”

Dean watched the flickering glow of the fire dance across your face. It was fascinating to see the familiar expressions of the girl he knew reflected back at him in the face of a beautiful woman.

God, why does everything have to be so damn complicated?

“I’m sorry,” he said at last. “I didn’t expect to see you there.”

“At the house or at the party?” you asked softly. When he didn’t reply right away, you did instead, “I didn’t expect you either. Maybe I should get a magic eight ball.”

“You used to laugh when I called you that.”

“That was when you meant it as a joke. You weren’t joking today.”

“No, I suppose not.” Dean sat on the footstool so he could face you. It was low to the ground, causing him to draw his knees up so his long legs would fit in the small space. He always was taller than you, now even more so. Life was unfair.

“I’m sorry about what I said, you didn’t deserve it. I’ve been working on this case for a very long time, my temper’s short and I took it out on you. I had to get you away from that house. It’s not safe for someone who hasn’t been trained for it.”

You could see him then, your Dean. The one from all those years ago. The Dean who would coming running when you called. The Dean who vowed to protect you from anything.

“We should have dinner.”

Dean blinked in confusion, “Pardon?”

It was your turn to smile, you always enjoyed baffling him. “The three of us; you, me, and Sam. If we are going to work together, we need to improve our communication skills.”

“We’re not working together, Sweetheart.”

“Yes, we are.”

He matched your infuriating smile with a fierce frown, “I don’t want you getting mixed up in this.”

“I already am. I’ve tapped into it now; it won’t leave me until it’s complete.”

“If you had an ounce of sense in that head of yours, you’d leave and never look back.”

You searched out his gaze, those stunning green eyes looked so much older than his thirty-six years. Things between you had ended badly, but that was years ago. And it didn’t erase all the good that had come before.

“Tried that. Just ended up right back where I started.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

“Dinner,” you said again. “Tomorrow night, seven o’clock. Your treat.”

Dean knew a challenge when he heard one. This was the sexy, confident woman he’d met on Halloween, throwing down the gauntlet. He may not be a magic welding Owens, but he still had a few moves of his own.

He took your feet and settled them on his lap while he reached for your shoes he left in the chair. His touch was warm. The heat that radiated from him finally banished the cold you’d felt since leaving that house. He gently slid each shoe back on the corresponding foot, his actions deliberate and somehow very intimate.

“Try not to lose them this time, Cinderella.”

You tried to focus on his words instead of his hands resting on your ankles.

Good lord, look at those hands! Were they always so big? Christ. I wish he’d move them a little higher…

“Cinderella only lost one shoe, not two.”

He ran his thumb back and forth over your ankle bone while a grin slowly spread over his face. “Keep ‘em on, Princess. Don’t want you losing any valuable parts to frostbite.”

In one smooth motion, Dean got to his feet and started to stand. His hands braced on the arms of your chair, his face coming within a few inches of yours. His mouth only a breath away. He paused in that position, his eyes looked deeply into yours and you were caught. Your heart sped up and heated your cheeks as you wondered if he was going to kiss you.

He watched with great satisfaction as your pupils grew wide. Your gaze flickered down to his mouth just for a second before snapping back up. Witch or not, you were still a woman. And Dean had always been a big fan. He found it incredibly encouraging that he could get that kind of reaction out of you even under the circumstances. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Dean stood the rest of the way, feeling smug. “See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

“Y… yeah, tomorrow,” you managed to echo as he walked out the door.

Viv’s cat found it’s way to your lap, he must have snuck in when Dean left. You buried your fingers in it’s fur while you contemplated the flames. When you were little, your Gran would tell you stories of ancestors who could read the future in fire. You even managed to do it a time or two, but it was a volatile method. Naturally, it would be. Visions would come, but without context making the information unsettling and essentially useless. If that was what seers in the past used, no wonder everyone thought they were crazy. You made up your mind a long time ago, to be better.

But you couldn’t see what was coming, for you or for Dean. Which meant you had to go in blind. Just like everyone else. Just like a normal person.

“Fuck.”

June 5th, 2002

“Witch, witch, you’re a bitch! Witch, witch, you’re a bitch! Witch, witch, you’re a bitch!”

Dean was in the middle of changing the oil when he heard the chanting. It certainly wasn’t the first time he’d heard it. Ever since that damned movie came out a few years back, the local kids latched on to it like it was the song of the summer. It had been nearly a year since he’d heard it, which meant only one thing.

He threw down the oily rag he used to wipe his hands and took off running.

“Witch, witch, you’re a bitch! Witch, witch, you’re a bitch! Witch, witch, you’re a bitch!”

There was a group of five kids, all chanting around a massive oak tree. Throwing rocks and sticks up into the canopy of green leaves. Dean recognized them, a couple of them were from his brother’s class, the rest were closer to his age. Bullies and troublemakers.

“Hey, what the hell are you doing?!”

The tallest boy, looked at Dean and sneered, “What’s it to you?”

Dean looked past the kid and saw a familiar purple sneaker laying at the base of the trunk. Purple, with matching tie-dyed laces. He didn’t need any further confirmation; he was there the day you and Sam experimented with the technique for an art project. Purple always was your favorite color.

“Listen up, asshat. You’re going to take your little buddies and get the hell out of here.”

“Or what?” another boy challenged.

“Or I break your scuzzy face and you leave anyway.”

“Come on, Winchester. We’re just having a little fun,” the teenager from Dean’s class said, tossing and catching the lemon sized rock in his hand. “Besides, it doesn’t hurt ‘em. Everybody knows witches don’t feel anything.”

He chucked the rock into the tree and a pained yelp sounded as it found its target. He laughed and Dean saw red. He punched him square in the face, deeply satisfied with the sound of knuckles connecting with cartilage.

“Fuck!” The kid staggered back and held his face, blood spurting from between his fingers. “You broke my fucking nose!”

“Stick around,” Dean drawled. “I’ll break something else.”

That was all encouragement the boys needed. They scattered and ran back over the hill towards town, chanting their irritating little song the whole way.

Dean picked up the discarded shoe and looked up through the branches and saw your shadow towards the top. “Y/N?”

“Dean?”

“You can come down now, it’s safe. I sent those douchebags packing.”

He watched you nimbly climb down the branches, which was impressive since you weren’t the most athletic kid. Amazing how motivating being hunted down could make a person. When you got close enough, he held out his hands and helped you hop down to the ground.

Looking you over, he saw red all over again. You had dirt and scratches all over your arms and legs, the deeper cuts still bleeding. Long pieces of your hair had come loose from your braid and were sticking to your sweaty face. Your big, brown eyes were rimmed red from crying and your bottom lip was split open.

Dean took your chin in his hand; his thumb barely grazed the cut. You winced and looked down, tears welling in your eyes.

“It’s okay, Dean.”

“I’m going to kill ‘em.” Dean growled, releasing you. “Seriously, an ass kicking it too good for those dicks.”

You rubbed your bicep where that last rock had hit you. It hurt like hell, probably bruised all the way to the bone. You were worried about what your Gran would say when she got a good look at you. She always warned you to stick to the main road, not take short cuts. This is obviously why.

“It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have gone that way. Should have paid attention to where I was going.”

“Hey. This is all on them, you hear me? None of this is your fault.”

You only nodded, looking down at your sock covered feet. Dean picked up your discarded shoe and looked around for its mate.

“Where’s the other one?”

“Um… I lost it over in Settlers Field.”

“Okay, let’s get you cleaned up.” He surprised you by turning his back to you and crouching down, “Hop on, Pipsqueak.”

“You can’t carry me, Dean. I’m too heavy!”

“I carried Sam’s sorry ass all the way down the North Trail when he twisted his ankle last summer and he’s a freaking moose. I don’t want you wandering around missing a shoe.”

He looked over his shoulder at you and winked, “Come on, Cinderella. I’ve got, ya.”

You grinned back, in spite of yourself and climbed onto Dean’s back. He hooked his arms around your legs and stood with ease. Even bounced a couple of times to get a giggle from you before he headed back home.

You rested your chin on Dean’s shoulder while he carried you comfortably on his back, making easy strides through the tall grass. After a few minutes you began to relax. It was a really nice day, sunny and warm.

You hadn’t spent much one on one time with the older Winchester, but you knew Sam worshiped him. It was easy to see why, Dean was the embodiment of cool. He was older than the two of you by five years. Every time you saw him, he was in that beat-up leather jacket, listening to classic rock. And he had that intensity burning just under the surface.

“You must be missing Sammy, huh?”

“A little,” you breathed, then corrected yourself. “A lot. He called last night and said he was having fun though.”

“Only Sam would have fun at summer camp for math geeks.” Dean said, walking through the opened bay door of the garage. “What about you? I heard you got first place for that story you wrote. Shouldn’t you be at camp for writing geeks?”

Dean set you down on the long bench along the back wall and grabbed a few supplies from the first aid cabinet.

“There isn’t a writer’s camp. But there’s a conference in Denver next month. Gran says I can go if I want to.”

Dean dabbed disinfectant over the scrapes on your legs, “You don’t want to?”

You shook your head.

“Why not?”

“My story’s not good enough to present in a place like that.”

“Your teacher thought so, and you did get first place.”

“You didn’t read the other stories.”

Dean snorted in laughter, and you smiled. “Besides, that story was just for an assignment. I can do better.”

“I’ll bet you can.” He replied, fetching an ice pack from the beat-up fridge in the corner. He wrapped it in a clean cloth and held it against your swollen lip.

“Well Pipsqueak, you can hang out with me whenever you like. But you gotta pull your own weight.”

“Okay,” you agreed, if out of curiosity alone. “Doing what?”

Dean waggled his eyebrows and pulled the gray tarp off one of the cars. “Welcome to Dean Winchester’s Summer Camp for Grease Monkeys!”

You recognized it; Sam showed it to you one time. The Impala.

You stepped forward, running your hand over the rough frame, “You’ve been fixing up your dad’s car?”

“My car,” Dean said, pride ringing in his voice. “Gave it to me last year when I turned sixteen.”

Your fingers followed the line of the window as images came to you. Happier times when John Winchester was a young man, taking his pretty blonde girlfriend to the drive-in movies. Mary, the boys’ mother. It had been a junker back then, John always intended to get the car in mint condition. Never really got around to it.

“She likes you.”

“Yeah?”

“You gave her a name.”

Dean rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a little embarrassed. “Yeah. Baby.”

You leaned in the opening where the driver’s side window would eventually be. You could see how she looked the day she rolled off the line. Shiny and new. Polished chrome, black vinyl seats. In a flash, you saw Dean there. His elbow resting on the opened window, his right hand on the wheel. Wind in his hair, his music blasting.

“Baby.” You repeated. “Baby is perfect.”

[iblamethenubbins]

Thoughts on The Wheel of Time book 1 "The Eye of the World"

I've just finished reading the Eye of the World and I have many thoughts I need to share, mainly concerning the differences between the show and the book, but also my feelings towards the book per se.

Warning: this post contains heavy spoilers for both the show and the book.

Under the cut because it's a long post.

First of all, I dived into the book because I loved the show and wanted to have more time with my favorite character Moiraine. I knew she wasn't the main character in the books, but still, it's more Moiraine, so yay. I also knew that the main pov was Rand's, which makes sense since he's the Dragon Reborn, and that definitely helped making me appreciate him more. From the start he's much better than in the show. He's the least suspicious toward Moiraine than most of the other characters and he actually showed gratitude after she saved his father's life, which brings me to the first main difference I noticed between the book and the show. In the book the One Power is distrusted by most people who are not Aes Sedai, and even the Aes Sedai consider it dangerous. Apparently if a person who can channel, be it boy or girl, goes untrained they're in mortal danger. Egwene knows from the start she wants to be an Aes Sedai but she hardly ever channels! And when she does, people tell her to stop because she might hurt herself. Same goes with Nynaeve. Neither of them actually use the One Power throughout the entire 771 pages of book 1. That's a huge contrast with the show, which presents both girls as powerful and able to channel basically from the start without any training. I don't remember if anyone mentions the need for them to be trained before using it, but anyway, the point is that neither of them save the day at any point in the book.

The other major difference is that most people in this world highly distrust or even hate the Aes Sedai, seemingly because the male Aes Sedai are believed to have brought on the destruction of the world (it's unclear to me exactly how they did it though, I should reread that part) and that's why their power is tainted. In my view this should not translate into a hatred for the female Aes Sedai too, as they weren't the ones at fault, but actually tried to undo the damage that the men did. Nevertheless, people hate them. The also hate the Red Ajah because of how they "gentle" the male channelers, leading them to kill themselves. Thom the gleeman is one of these haters, because his nephew killed himself after he was gentled by an Aes Sedai (which is a very small minded way to look at events if you ask me, blaming the person who prevented your nephew's madness while knowing there was no other way to go about it) So yes, it's fair to say that the world in the book is much more misogynist than it is portrayed in the series, which is a point in favor to the show. I'm glad they left this aspect out and I hope they'll continue to do so, because it's infuriating.

Then of course there are plenty of differences in the plot and in the structure of the narrative. First of all, only the male Emond Fielders are potentially the Dragon Reborn. This was the first major let down. I really appreciated how they considered both the boys and the girls in the show, but the book was written in the 80s before the Last Airbender and the Thirteenth Doctor so I should have expected it. Also, and this is a HUGE difference, Moiraine never tells the boys they might be the Dragon Reborn, only that the Dark One is interested in them. And they still go with her! I expected her to mention it later on or at any point in the book, but SHE DOES NOT! The boys go on this huge adventure never really knowing why they're being pursued. And I really don't get the point of that. Of course I'm biased because I've see the show first, and in the book this information is treated as a big final reveal, literally the last line of the book, but I still don't get why she should have kept it from them. Maybe because they're younger in the book? Except they're not really. They just act younger but they're still 20 (Which is something that bothered me a little because you don't do certain things at 20 - I'm looking at you Mat - not even at 19.)

Then there's Thom Merrilin. I cannot even begin to explain how much I don't like this character in the book. First of all, he's a misogynist patronising prick. Here's how he talks about Nynaeve after having met her for the first time: "The pretty little slip of a girl? A village Wisdom? Why, at her age she should better be flirting with the young men than foretelling the weather and curing the sick" Then to Egwene who was talking about something completely different: "Now, you're a lovely lass. You should have rose buds in your hair. Unfortunately, I cannot pull roses from the air, not this year, but how would you like to stand beside me tomorrow for a part of my performance? Hand me my flute when I want it, and certain other apparatus. I always choose the prettiest girl I can find as my assistant." He's so sleazy he makes me sick. Demeaning the village Wisdom like that and reducing both Nynaeve and Egwene to pretty little things only fit to flirt with boys or stand beside him and look pretty. But most importantly, he doesn't add anything to the plot. Most of the time he's just there, for no apparent reason other than telling stories. Also, he hates the Aes Sedai and of course Moiraine too, because of the reasons I mentioned earlier. Which means that he encourages the boys to withhold information from her, vital information that could have helped them. And the boys trust him more than Moiraine, which makes sense in the book, but not to me. At some point he even tries to make them go with him and completely abandon their goal to get to Tar Valon. So yes, I find him useless and annoying and I wish I didn't have to see him ever again (and yes I know what happens eventually, which makes me even sicker). There are so many more differences in the plot. Moiraine, for example, doesn't get hurt at Emond's Field. She's just a little tired. Also the ferryman doesn't drown himself at Taren Ferry and the trollocs weren't so close to them yet. Which confirms my theory that in shows and films, things always have to be more dramatic than they are in the book (HARRY DID YA PUT YA NAME IN DA GLOBLET OF FiYAAAHH??!!) Also for some reason in the show they loose the horses pretty early on, while in the book they always have them, even in the Ways!

But I think what's more important for me is that there was almost nothing in the book that wasn't in the show that I wish I had seen, while there was a lot in the show that I wish was in the book (but I guess these parts belong to other books) Okay, I might have wished we had seen the Draghkar, but they didn't add anything to the plot so I get why they didn't show up. And I would have liked to see Moiraine grow as tall as a city wall, but she was extra in a lot of other ways (and I much prefer her to use her hands to channel than the staff. It looks much cooler, as if she's actually weaving magic out of thin air, or doing magic Tai Chi. The staff is so old school) We didn't get to see Elyas or the royal kids, and a plethora of Dark Friends. And we didn't see almost any dreams with the Dark One. On the other hand, some other parts were more eventful in the show. I'm thinking of the Ways, which were a huge plot point in the show, but in the book not much happens there.

And then there's the ending. That ending was A LOT. So much stuff happens and so many new elements are introduced. First of all, the Green Man. That was so random. I mean, I liked him of course, but what was that about? He was hardly ever mentioned during the book and then out of the blue, he's this important figure. He was introduced too suddenly to really appreciate him. Then the Forsaken. I wish we had been prepared to meet them first, but I don't remember being explained exactly who they were or how they could still be dangerous. Often in the boys dreams they were mentioned, but they were just names, and they didn't stick with me. Then there's the Eye of the World. I expected it to have more of a more prominent role in the story, especially since it gives the name to the book, when in fact it's "just" a pool in the shape of an eye that contains the essence of the male magic which Rand uses to defeat the Dark in the final boss battle that was very confusing for me to read and hard to visualize. They also find some objects in the pool once the magic is all dried up, the importance of which escaped me at the time (I had to look up the Horn of Valere in the glossary to be reminded). I wonder if they'll come up in Season 2. All in all the ending was quite underwhelming and confusing. So I get why they chose to completely change it. I don't understand why they changed it SO radically, but I get why they didn't use the book ending. It was A LOT, and maybe probably definitely too much, especially since the book itself is not so eventful. The ending feels quite cramped and clunky.

I know I sound quite negative but I actually enjoyed the book. It was very Lord of the Ring-ish. I liked the opportunity to know the characters more, and to see their point of views (although I wish we could have read Moiraine's pov too.) and I liked the slow pace of the narrative. I don't know if I'll manage to finish the whole series, but I was definitely hooked on this one, it kept me company for the whole xmas break and I could hardly put it down so I'm optimistic. The second book should arrive this morning and I'm looking forward to reading it!

[leejungchans]

what would your moots be like as idols?

sorry this took a while to answer nonnie i had to think long and hard about this one 👁👁✨ (these are the moots i can think of at the top of my head pls don’t hate me if you’re not here ahjsha my brain has been all over the place lately ;-; if you wanna know dm me heheh i’d be more than happy to tell you ❤️)

lucy @lavenonie 💗

my wifey would be the reason why the group is constantly trending heheh <3 from tweeting questionable things to doing questionable things

but everyone finds it endearing and hilarious so absolutely no one is complaining 😌✨💅🏻 if you’re a fan you’d be fed quality content all day every day everyone say thank you lucy rn 😠😠😠

position: dancer and rapper? :] fair warning i’m really bad at this stuff so if it’s inaccurate look away pls ;;;;

aria @joshuas 💗

the absolute sweetest ;-; probably the one who the other members call “mom” even if she isn’t the oldest whejwjs

the one who takes care of the others and overworks a lot :(( aria IM DRAGGING YOU TO BED

pls wrap in burrito blanket, feed lots of water and snacks, give lots of hugs etc. she deserves it :(

position: vocalist and possibly leader? 🥺

skye @sincerelyskye 💗

the one everyone wants to protect AS THEY SHOULD >:(

also the sweetest ;;;;; everywhere she goes people become absolutely whipped for her which is 120% deserved :3 literal heart eyes follow her 🥺

the one who always gets caught on camera fangirling at other idols during award shows 👀 soobin

position: vocalist? i feel like you have a super pretty voice skye <333 also the maknae probably!!

mei @januarystars 💗

the one everyone wants to protect >:( pt.2

the one who’s both super calm and collected but also super chaotic???? 🤪 trended yesterday for collecting their lost children on stage, trended today for posting photos of the others bald thanks faceapp

position: okAY OKAY HEAR ME OUT mei i feel like you’d have a lovely rapping voice ;-; especially the soft kinda rapping style 🥺🥺

hana @soonshuas 💗

so so caring and sweet :(((( the one who brings comforting and immaculate energy to the team :3

if you hurt her people will riot so don’t even try b— 🤺🤺🤺

keeps the group sane but will definitely contribute to the chaos when you least expect it 🤩

position: vocalist and dancer? :3

daisy @ateez-elena 💗

yoooooo daisy you’d 100% be the trendsetter of the group don’t even try telling me i’m wrong!!! immaculate style, sells out stuff she wears within seconds ✨

the one who roasts the other members with love :3 also has the fiercest ending fairy moments??

position: rapper and dancer? <33

nini @nayuyeons 💗

the tiny one :] sorry jnini 😭 but don’t be fooled bc she has a lot of energy and rage (affectionate); v v intimidating to new fans/non fans but is really just a huge softie who will do anything for her members :(

won’t hesitate to call out the company/haters/out-of-line comments when necessary ✨

position: okay but jnini i can totally see you as the tiny rapper who spits fire 🤩

aurelia @svt-juyeon 💗

also super sweet and caring :((( i can see you as the member who watches the chaos caused by the others with an endeared smile instead of stopping them 😭🥺

also won’t hesitate to call people out when necessary 😌 works a lot too :(( pls give lots of water, snacks, and hugs <33

position: vocalist and dancer? i feel like you have a pretty voice :3

[anubisisms]

Anubis' Whole Entire Fic Rec List (2021 Edition)

Like four people seemed interested in this so fuck it, we're doing this. I've sorted the recs according to fandom and have their titles, ratings, word counts and main relationship. Hope this helps people find some good fics to read! Links for all the fics has been provided, just click the titles!

The fandoms in this list include BNHA, Haikyuu, ATLA, Star Wars (mostly Dad Vader fics) and a few assorted fics from other fandoms! Enjoy!

(Warning: this list will expose me for the Hawks and Zuko simp I am. I have no regrets)

Note: the '🌟🌟🌟' indicates my top recs on the list. Look out for them, because they are my absolute favourites :D

Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia 僕のヒーローアカデミア

Hawks-Sensei by GC4life (Not Rated, 189k+, Hawks/Stress, Incomplete) 🌟🌟🌟 Hawks becomes a teacher at UA, my heart promptly explodes and I binge read the whole thing several times. The interplay between Hawks, Aizawa, the Commission and Classes 1-A and B is wonderful, and I hope for Hawks' sake that he gets a '#1 Teacher' mug at the end of this whole mess. Excellent character building for Class 1-B characters in here as well! Update: Currently re-reading this fic for the fourth time. I thrive off it like a drug. It is, officially, my top BNHA rec of all time!

Hawks Lays an Egg by ButterflyApocalypse (Rated T, 49k, DabiHawks, Complete) This fic, wherein as the title suggests, Hawks lays an egg, made me ascend to another dimension. I choked on my own spit several times reading it. Absolute delight. Complete masterpiece. 100/10 would read over and over until the end of time.

Feathers, Fabric, Father Figures, and Other F-Words on Hawks' Mind by Sif/Rosae (Rated T, 44k, Hawks & Best Jeanist, Complete) Hawks basically becoming Best Jeanist's surrogate son is something I never knew I needed until now, but this fic both provides and fulfils that need beautifully. This one is very rereadable for me and I enthusiastically push it onto basically every BNHA fanfic reader I can find.

Summer Stars by PitViperofDoom (Rated T, 61k, TodoDeku, Complete) This one is hugely popular, for good reason, but it's become something of a comfort fic over the years. The plot is great, the matter of the Todoroki family situation is handled well, and it's just a good bite-sized (for me, anyway) fic to spend an afternoon or two reading!

journey to the past by aloneintherain (Rated T, 44k, Class 1A & Midoriya, Complete) This is another hugely popular one, but damn it, they're popular for a reason! Time travel fics are always great fun, but the unexpected emotional punches involved with this one really make it stand out for me. Another very rereadable one!

The Hooliganisms Series by Anonymous (Rated T, 2 works so far, 17k, Incomplete) This whole series is a stroke of comedic genius. The twitter formatting on the first fic is great (and hilarious) and the way the story progresses is just *chefs kiss*.

Relearn the Skies by BlackKittens (Rated M, 175k+, DabiHawks (minor), Incomplete) If you want more Hawks angst than you know what to do with, I recommend this beast of a fic here. It's full of sadness for what is technically a baby fic. And well-written enough that it made me, a hater of baby fics, get crazy invested and read it over and over.

The Return of Superman by kummibear (Rated T, 149k, Todofam, Complete) It's a todofam fic that made me, a Todoroki and Dabi stan, LOVE Endeavour. I can't even express the power this author holds. It's immense. Please check this one out! It's the redemption arc we deserve!

Three Down, One to Go by Vanta22exual (Rated T, 7k, Gen, Complete) TW: Suicidal contemplation For a fic that is based around several characters I like a fair amount contemplating suicide (and almost going through with it), this fic is a surprising entry on this list for me. But the writing is stellar, the topic is handled gracefully, and the ending made me physically screech. Highly recommend if you can get past the subject matter!

Fire in the Mountains by EllaBesmirched/El_Bell (Rated E (spicy), 167k, TodoBaku, Complete) Me? Loving a fantasy au? Of course I do. This one gets rather explicit and does dive into polyamory territory, but it does it very very well! All the relationships are well-established and the setup is also great. The slow progression from complete cultural misunderstanding to legitimate affection that TodoBaku go down in this fic is a rollercoaster and a half.

decision height by blueskiddoo (Rated T, 58k, DabiHawks, Complete) I'm a fan of Spy/Villain Hawks fics in general, so this one was right down my alley. The internal conflict aspect of the fic is done extremely well and every little implication that Hawks is becoming more 'villainous' had me impatiently clicking onto the next chapter. I highly recommend it!

Haikyuu!!

He Waits for a Miracle by ich_bin_ein_stern (Not Rated, 39k+, KageHina, Incomplete) 🌟🌟🌟 I. Love. Time. Travel. Fics. And this one is especially good! The development of the Kageyama family dynamic (different to canon I should point out) is good and I also really enjoy how he interplays with Kitagawa here. It seems to be on a long hiatus/abandoned but what is already there is more than worth reading!

I wanna ruin our friendship by roseknight (Rated T, 71k, IwaOi, Complete) The slow progression of IwaOi in this fic is really well done, and the aspects of homophobia - both external and internalised - were also handled well. It's just a really good fic guys.

meet me at the fucking pit (and let me hold your hand) by anyadisee (Rated T, 5k, KyouHaba, Complete) Just a solid crack fic with well done miscommunication, adorably awkward teenagers being themselves, and a good resolution.

hand study by berfinwrites (Rated E, 84k, SakuAtsu, Complete) This one is full of smut, angst and character development. Of COURSE it's going on my rec list. The story is great and I think well captures the less 'clean' parts of the SakuAtsu dynamic. Go read it!

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Salvage by MuffinLance (Rated T, 127k, Zuko & Hakoda, Complete) This fic is just a great big *chef's kiss* moment. The slow building of trust between Zuko and the Southern Water Tribe warriors is done excellently, and the author perfectly captures both Zuko's 'determined/stubborn villain' and 'compassionate but scared kid' sides. Overall just an excellent fic and a necessary one for any true ATLA fans!

suffer the pain of losing your firstborn by TheTartWitch (Rated T, 3k, Zuko & Azulon, Complete) This oneshot is short, sweet, and hits you right in the feels. The words "what if Azulon really really loved his grandson?" wasn't necessarily a question I asked myself, but this fic gave the best possible answer.

lessons in tea-making by aloneintherain (Rated G, 20k+, Zuko & The Gaang, Incomplete) I'm always a fan of 'what-if' type stories, and this one delivers perfectly on the promise to give us a 'what if Zuko gave up on his search early into his banishment?' scenario. And it is superb. Even incomplete it's a great read and I hope to see more of it someday!

self-fulfilling prophecy by TheAndromedaRecord (Rated G, 1.9k, Zukka, Complete) I've personally never gotten much into the ships of ATLA, but this fic made me understand and develop an inherent fondness for Zuko/Sokka. It's only a small fic but well worth the read; the hilarity of Sokka questioning which of the Fire Nation royal family he's going to marry is hilarious and also perfectly in character!

Star Wars + The Mandalorian

The Civil Wars, Whistleblower Tactics, Schematic Drafting, And The Finer Points Of Sith Adoption: The Essential How-To Guide For The Engineering Jedi Series by Jackdaw_Kraai (SW: Original Trilogy, 4 fics, Rated T-M, 384k+, Luke and Vader, Incomplete) 🌟🌟🌟I've been chipping away at this series for a few weeks now, and not only is the sheer planned scope absolutely remarkable, but the fics themselves are absolutely unbelievable. The worldbuilding, attention to detail and meticulous character development, especially of original characters, makes the whole series an absolute delight. I couldn't possibly rec just one of the works, so have my recommendation for all of them. It's a well deserved rec!!

Black Squadron by Azalea_Scroggs (SW: Original Trilogy/Clone Wars, Rated T, 114k, Luke & Vader, Complete) I read this in one day, and it's 114k, so I think that gives you a good idea of how much I love it. I'm a slut for Dad Vader and this fic delivers! Everything from the setting to the relationship development to the minor characters and their interactions with Luke are pitch perfect. This is probably one of my favourite fics ever so READ IT IF YOU LIKE STAR WARS OT.

The Beauty in the Beast by SpellCleaver (SW: Original Trilogy, Rated T, 46k, Luke & Vader, Complete) *slams fist on table* Dad Vader is the best Vader! I have stood by that statement since first watching Star Wars and I stand by it now. The scenario is the kind of "fuck it, the force" fic I love best about Star Wars, and the relationship between Luke and Vader develops beautifully. I will adore any Dad Vader fic but this one is especially worthy of love!

More Than His Armor by twoseas (The Mandalorian, Rated T, 12k, DinLuke, Complete) I'll be honest, I never considered Din/Luke as a ship until I was informed of it's existence by a ColeyDoesThings video, but this fic helped convince me about it! The pacing is great, and the setting of Din and Luke getting to know each other in the background of both caring for Grogu is wonderful.

A Source of Warmth by CoffeeQuill (The Mandalorian, Rated G, 14k, Din & Grogu, Complete) Just a fic full of warm and fuzzy Dad Djarin moments that I love. The father-son dynamic is built up well and all the interactions between them are incredibly sweet!

Assorted Fic Recs

Blackboards and Broomsticks by Glisseo (Harry Potter, Rated G, 98k+, Gen with minor Hinny, Incomplete) 🌟🌟🌟 I'm not really a Harry Potter fanfic person. I'll scoot around AO3 maybe once every few months and read a handful, but I've never really had any specific fondness for HP fics. Until this one. I've never binge-read a HP fic faster, nor subscribed to one so rapidly I almost crushed my laptop keyboard. It's good. It's really, really good.

a foreigner called candor by kallliope (Six of Crows, Not Rated, 2.9k, Kanej, Complete) I love the Grishaverse and this fic is probably my Grishaverse comfort fic. Kaz being forced to tell the truth = hilarity, fluff and general confusion in equal measure. The relationships between the crows are all done very well, as is the handling of Kanej.

Kaz Brekker's Five Truths and One Story by BluesYoghurt (Six of Crows, Rated T, 13k, Crows & Kaz, Complete) I'm a slut for Kaz actually opening up to all his friends and this fic delivers wonderfully on that premise. The surprising intimacy of the last chapter also always hits hard.

The Truth Will Set You Free by sorbriquette (Carry On (Rainbow Rowell), Rated T, 45k, Simon/Baz, Complete) I only dipped my toes into the Carry On fandom briefly after reading the book, but this fic stuck out in my head and stayed there. I love any kind of truth spell/serum story and this one hits the nail on the head. I recommend it!

And that's a wrap! Check out the top recs of mine, which I've listed again here for convenience:

Hawks-Sensei by GC4life (BNHA)

The Civil Wars, Whistleblower Tactics, Schematic Drafting, And The Finer Points Of Sith Adoption: The Essential How-To Guide For The Engineering Jedi Series by Jackdaw_Kraai (Star Wars: Original Trilogy)

Blackboards and Broomsticks by Glisseo (Harry Potter)

He Waits for a Miracle by ich_bin_ein_stern (Haikyuu)

[shuahoonie]

you [tom holland] - eight.

PAIRING: tom holland x female!celebrity!reader

SUMMARY: ah, to be young and in love. it sounds great if only you and tom were actually dating out of pure love and not for the sheer reputation of your careers. it also should be great if you two actually got along, but life isn’t that easy.

WARNINGS: mostly swearing! some fluff here, some angst there. it’s haters to lovers / fake dating au so take that information as you wish! also, their relationship is improving yall 🤧

WORD COUNT: 5.6k

SONG INSPO: mxmtoon - used to you

A/N: surprise! I actually updated after five/six months??? a lot of things have happened during the time that I was gone. most of it revolved around my mental health and uni. not a great time to have a career crisis whilst living in the middle of a pandemic lmao. 

the last time i updated, i gave you guys the gift of fluff. maybe i should tone down a bit? or maybe not? i’m also sorry if this took ages. had an awful writer’s block. oooh, also i wrote an interview excerpt for this chapter. i added a link if you wanted to read it but no pressure! it’s just a lil’ sumn sumn :) anyway, enjoy reading!

hope you guys are safe & healthy! keep practicing social distancing and please wear your masks! sending all my love ♡

UPDATES EVERY SATURDAY 11 PM CST WHENEVER I CAN 

gif credits: @tommybabyholland​

vanessa’s masterlist | preview | one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight.5 [interview] | 

Your friends have told you countless times to bite the bullet, however, you’ve seemed to swallow it instead. Here you were, lying in the same bed with Tom Holland, mere inches against each other. 

If anyone told you that you would be lying on the same bed as the guy you swore you hated a few months ago, you’d probably laugh at their face. 

You were definitely considering that maybe this whole fake dating thing wasn’t such a horrid idea after all. 

The room was dimmed to almost pitch black now. You could see a small streak of light peering from the curtains, probably from all of the street lights outside, allowing you to at least see something. You were exhausted but somehow you couldn’t sleep at the same time. 

The only reasonable thing that you could put your blame into was your heart, which was beating quite rapidly, by the way. You didn’t even know why you felt this nervous around him, it’s not like he’s a complete stranger. 

You’ve known Tom for a good two months—two and a half if you want to be specific. You picked up on his little quirks: his eyes crinkle when he laughs genuinely, he doesn’t like that much sugar in his tea. He likes his dog, Tessa, very much which you were already a goner for. He also hums when he’s happy which surprised you one day, not knowing what to do with that information. 

You also found out that his hands were always cold, which always startles you as your hands were extremely warm. Like right now, you could feel his fingertips grazing upon yours. As if your heart can handle even more of your emotions right now. 

You were confused as to why you were extremely nervous around him all of a sudden. Is it because this is the first time your sharing a bed with your pretend boyfriend? Is it because the last time you shared a bed with someone who you had no relation to is with your ex-boyfriend? 

It was driving you insane and you really had to get it together. You were both lying on your backs so all you could stare at was the empty ceiling. You took a quick look at Tom, who was already sleeping. 

Ah, so he snores. You made a mental note to yourself, wondering how you can use that information and pester him with it. He didn’t have loud snores, just soft ones but still loud for you to hear.  

You turned your body and lain on your side, choosing to face Tom. He really looked peaceful sleeping and the sight of him be at peace was enough to calm you down. 

With that, you found your eyes slowly start to droop down. The image of Tom sleeping soundly was the last thing you saw before you drifted off to sleep.

You noticed three things as soon as you woke up. You still had your eyes shut, only because you refuse to accept that it was already a new day.

The first thing you noticed was the annoying alarm tone that kept ringing on the bedside table. One of these days, I’ll end up throwing and smashing my phone. 

The second thing was how hot warm you felt. You felt the heat radiating beside you and you weren’t exactly used to it. You like the feeling of sleeping in a cold room while also burying yourself with blankets. 

The third thing you noticed was the pair of arms wrapped around you. As you slowly opened your eyes, you were greeted by the extremely close proximity that you shared with Tom. 

You found yourself cuddling Tom. Your head was resting in between his chest and his arm—the same arm that was wrapped around you. In the meanwhile, Tom’s other hand was resting on the side of your face, building the illusion that he may have caressed the side of your face.

You, on the other hand, had your left arm resting on top of his chest while the other was tucked underneath the pillow. 

You wondered how the hell you ended up in this position, but knowing how you move a lot in your sleep, you probably initiated this in the first place. You also wondered how Tom can sleep through this annoying alarm, especially since it kept ringing every ten minutes. 

Tilting your head up a bit, your eyes met the sight of his lips. However, from this angle, you could also clearly see the freckles speckled on his face. With the beaming sun and its fight to fill the room with light against the corners of the curtains, it only made things worse for you. Tom, with his body outlined by the light, absolutely looked angelic—as if the universe only favoured him and him alone. 

You slowly reached for his hand and removed it from the corner of your neck, carefully resting it on top of his stomach. After successfully doing so, comes the real challenge. You slowly released yourself from the grip of his arm and tried your best to get out of the bed without waking Tom up. 

Your logic? It would be rude to wake someone up from their sleep—especially when they can’t be bothered to be woken up by the alarm anyway. You also wanted this moment for yourself. You thought that it was best if Tom had no recollection of waking up to you two cuddling, acting as a true couple when there are no cameras around you. 

You walked to the bathroom to get yourself ready. You had a whole day of photoshoots and you also had to squeeze in a couple of interviews after. You didn’t want to miss your best friend’s wedding so you had to do whatever you can in order to balance your social life and work.

You already knew that you were going to be exhausted for today and you love your job, you really do, but sometimes you wished that you could catch a break without losing sleep for the next couple of days.

After taking a long hot shower and doing your essential skin routine—knowing that this is the only form of relaxation you’re going to get for the next couple of days— you slipped into a pair of mom jeans and a loose shirt. You packed this much because you knew you wouldn’t get the chance to drive home anyway. 

Just as you stepped out of the bathroom, your phone buzzed in your hand and saw a text from your manager. 

Zoë: On my way to the hotel! I will be there in 20 mins or so. Be sure that you’re ready so we can get going. 

“Oh, you’re already good to go?” You looked up from your phone and saw Tom yawning and rubbing his eyes. He was still wearing your sweatpants and he was still shirtless. 

You nodded. “Zoë’s picking me up.” You replied as you tidied the bed. It took you a couple of minutes before the words you said just sunk in. “Oh god, Zoë’s picking me up.” You repeated with wide eyes. 

“Yeah?” Tom chuckled, seemingly lost as to what you were trying to point out. 

“She doesn't really know that you slept with me.” You said but as soon as you realized what you just said, you knew you fucked up. You saw Tom smirking at you which only prompted you to hit him with the pillow. “I didn’t mean it like that, you weirdo.” 

“Oh, sure.” He teased as he put on his shirt. “I mean I’m pretty sure that I’m not the one who practically clung to a person while sleeping.” 

“Shut up, Holland. You know I move a lot when I sleep.” You muttered as a pathetic excuse to hopefully shut him up. 

“To be quite fair, I didn’t know that you do that whenever you sleep, but it’s nice to know that now.” He grinned. 

“Oh god,” You groaned. “Let’s just go so I can check out now. Zoë’s going to be here soon and I want you gone asap.” You said as you glanced around the room just so you know you didn’t leave anything behind. 

“Wait, what about your sweatpants?” 

“Just give it to me the next time you see me.” You said as you pulled him out of the room and made your way to the front desk. 

It turns out Zoë had no concept of time. As soon as you finished checking out, you saw your manager already waiting in the lobby. Oh, you recognized her big blonde hair from anywhere. She was sitting in one of the plush sofas, dressed in a white romper and even had her cat-eye sunglasses on. She looked like she’s about to catch her husband having an affair. 

“Ah, Y/N,” She said with a huge smile. “Thanks but you should know if that ever were to happen, I would pick something more flashy.” 

Oh, I said that out loud?! You practically yelled at yourself.

“We should get going, honey, we’ll grab you some breakfast on the way.” Zoë fixed the stray strands of your hair. You couldn’t be bothered to do your hair knowing that the stylists are going to give it hell anyway, so you just tied it in a low ponytail. 

“Um,” You didn’t even know how to say it. Where you even going to bring Tom up? If so, what were you going to say anyway? That you spent a night with your pretend boyfriend? Which shouldn’t be a huge deal but you were sure that your stunt doesn’t involve actually falling for each other.

“Tom,” Zoë’s pitch went a bit higher, surprised to see Tom standing behind you. “What’re you doing here, hon?” She asked quietly. 

“Oh, I-” 

“He spent the night with me. Tom was exhausted and it wasn’t safe for him to drive last night, so I asked him to stay.” You explained, cutting Tom off. You just wanted to get it over with and you were bound to face the storm sooner or later anyway. 

Zoë stared at the two of you for a moment, an undistinguishable look painted all over her face. You took a quick look at Tom who was also observing your manager’s reaction. 

However, she chose to drop it. “Alright, c’mon, honey. You have a long day today.” Your manager said after she flashed Tom a smile and turned around, leaving you both relieved. 

As you watched your manager leave and walk towards her vehicle, you turned to Tom and said, “I guess I’ll see you soon?” 

Tom smiled and nodded, “I’ll see you soon, my darling.” He said softly.

You felt your cheeks start to burn again so you did what you always do whenever you don’t know how to respond or when you’re just plain embarrassed—walk away and practically scream inside your head. 

You were walking—sprinting, more like— towards the vehicle and when you got in, you were greeted with a big smile by Zoë. It terrified you. 

“Y/N, hon,” She initiated with a soft voice. “You know sooner or later this stunt will all come to an end right?” 

“Yeah, I know.” You answered, slightly confused as to why this was brought up all of a sudden. 

“Okay, good, good...” Zoë trailed off. “I just—I see how things may escalate and I don’t want to see you hurt, Y/N.” 

“Yeah, I know.” You acknowledged, though this time you said it in a whisper. It was day 78 that you came clean to yourself and realized maybe you were developing a tiny crush on Tom. 

The people from the magazine were doing a feature story on you. Not only that you were going to be on the cover of the magazine, but you were also going to get a ten-page spread that included an interview. The whole theme of the issue was individuality so your spread had to be rooted from your style, so the outfits, the makeup, and hair had to base off of you as a concept while still adding an editorial element to it. 

You were already wearing the third outfit, wearing a pink frilly floral dress and it had hand-stitched and delicately placed flowers for the details—in which the outfit was inspired by your character in your tv series.

You were waiting for your hair and makeup to be done at the same time. The set was going to be in a pool so you also had to have your manicure and pedicure done. Basically, you had no control over your body.  

“How are you doing, hon?” Zoë asked as she passed by your chair. 

“’m still okay,” You mumbled. “Can I take a sip from my coffee though?” 

Maria’s, the nail tech for this shoot, eyes went wide. “Your nails aren’t dry yet,” She pointed out. 

“Please, Maria?” You pouted. You were literally about to pass out from exhaustion and you still had a full day ahead.

Maria rolled her eyes and gave in. “Fine, I’ll hold the cup.” She said before she grabbed your coffee from your manager. 

As you happily indulged the coffee, you heard Ruby, the makeup artist, let out a sigh behind you.“Y/N, I just did your makeup.” 

“Nothing bad happened! I just need to reapply the lipstick, it’s okay.” You quickly defended. 

“Child, you are going to be the death of me,” Ruby mumbled loud enough for the two of you. “You’re lucky I like you because if my other clients did this I would’ve grabbed their coffee and then they would’ve gone full diva on me.” 

You just gave her a huge smile before she reapplied your lipstick. The hairstylist just finished doing your hair, pinning tiny flowers all over your hair and having them scattered all over. You couldn’t believe that you had flowers all over your hair again—which only reminded you of Tom and what happened last night. 

Last night felt so surreal. It was the first time you two didn’t have knives on each other’s necks. It was the first time you felt comfortable around him and the experience was very intimate, it almost drove you mad. 

However, your manager’s words echoed back at you. It’s all a stunt and it will come to an end. 

“Are you ready, Y/N?” The photographer asked, breaking up your thoughts. Am I?

From pink frilly dresses to big tan sherpa coats, you were finally done with the photo shoot. The shoot went on for hours and all you wanted to do was to get rid of everything that your skin and hair had to endure. However, it doesn’t end there. You still had to do a short interview for the magazine. 

You were still wearing one of the outfits you had for the shoot—a black tube-top jumpsuit that clung into your body like second skin, along with tall pencil-heeled black pumps. This was definitely far from comfortable nor is it something that you’d wear, but you did like how it looked on you. “I look like the cold-hearted editor-in-chief in a magazine from a Hallmark movie” was all you said when you looked in the mirror. 

You had to excuse yourself from the young journalist who patiently waited for you as your photoshoot ran a bit late. She was drinking the coffee that you had given her—a small token of an apology for the time she probably wasted waiting. 

She gladly understood and went on with the interview. You were glad to do so anyway since you’re embarrassed for making her wait. You were asked about Amelia, the character that you play in the show Alchemist. 

As Y/N eased into the interview, still wearing one of her outfits from the photoshoot, she was asked about her resonation with her character. “I see only tiny bits of myself as her—that being hard-headed and using self-deprecating jokes as a coping mechanism,” she answered with a small laugh. 

You were also asked about your personal struggle between dropping out of school—potentially ruining your future— and your unstable acting career. 

She thought she possibly made a huge mistake of ruining her future. Luckily, Y/N received a casting call for the show Alchemist. “I still believe it’s pure luck. I’m lucky that I got the part and the show helped me shape my career, however, I can’t deny that I was really close to giving up.” 

Of course, the current state of your love life had to be included. 

“Yeah, I am seeing someone.” Y/N admits with a soft smile. “People know who he is and frankly, I don’t think I have to explicitly say his name as who I date shouldn’t be anyone’s business.” Her cheeks were flushed red as soon as the words came out of her mouth. Y/N was kind enough to explain that she didn’t mean it to sound so harsh, but she still stands firm with her words. 

You quickly and kindly expressed to the journalist that you mean well. You had no intention of being rude or for it to sound rude, but you still hold true to your words. The journalist was kind enough to understand your sentiments regarding this.  

The interview ended in a breeze and you were absolutely longing for the time when you can take a nice long bath. You quickly thanked the journalist as she bid her way goodbye. 

You can only hope that this cover issue finds you well. 

Time went by slowly and yet very quickly at the same time. You haven’t seen any of your friends for a couple of weeks as you’ve been occupied by filming, doing interviews, and photoshoots. 

You haven’t seen Tom in quite a while too—which you didn’t mind. You actually used this time to reevaluate your uncertain feelings for him. People at set didn’t seem to notice that he rarely showed up at your shoots—at least if they did, they would just assume that he’s busy since he did have an endless list of projects. 

As you were still uncertain about where your feelings lie with Tom, you chose this time to at least try and forget about him. Admittedly, it was difficult since people would always bring him up at some point or he would just be everywhere on social media. 

This time apart from Tom did give you a sense of peace. You weren’t in the constant state of practically having a heart attack around him, no matter how cliché it sounds. You hated that he had this effect on you but you had to act like everything’s fine—hoping that you’re doing a damn well job because acting is how you put food on the table. 

However, just like the opening lyrics of One Direction’s most gut-wrenching song, Love You Goodbye, mentioned: “It’s inevitable, everything that’s good comes to an end.” 

And boy, did it end alright. 

Ronnie: pls tell me it’s actually ur day off bc I really plan on having dinner with u.  🥺

You were about to have a long, relaxing bath (infused with epsom salts of course) when you read the text from your best friend. You were longing for this heaven-like bath and there’s no way you’re going to pass it up.

You: technically yes. the shoot ran till morning but all i’ve done since then was sleep. I'm about to take a bath tho & not planning to get out until i turn into a human prune lmao 

Ronnie: ok! I'll buy us dinner, any suggestions? 

You: really craving for some hearty Korean food rn 🤧

Ronnie: gotcha! I'll get u ur usual, do u want me to buy drinks too? 

You were still debating whether to go drinking tonight when your phone pinged, indicating a text. 

Ronnie: babes you’re taking too long. I'm getting us drinks. 

You: guess there’s no way out then lmao 

Ronnie: oh u bet. I'll be there in an hour-ish, maybe earlier. 

You: might still be in the bath when u arrive. 😬 

Ronnie: nah you’re ok haha. I have keys anyway and I'll make myself at home but u already knew that. 😌

You rolled your eyes but still had a smile on your face. You eventually gave Veronica some duplicates as she was constantly popping by anyway. It didn’t make sense for both of you to keep Ronnie out, waiting for you to come home when you could easily just give her some keys. At some point, you even asked her to move in. She is dancing around the idea though. 

Turning your phone off, you stepped into your epsom-salt-bubble bath—ready to shut off from the world and embrace the relaxation. 

After strategically propping your laptop at the bathroom counter, you’ve managed to finish two episodes of New Girl whilst you were in the tub. You could’ve used the bathtub tray that Olivia got you for your birthday, but you couldn’t trust yourself with that type of risk—no matter how careful you were. 

It wasn’t long when you heard a small commotion coming from the living room. You had your eyebrows furrowed, surely it was just Ronnie who’s dropping by today. Unless she invited Olivia too? 

Stepping out of the tub, you wrapped a towel around your body. You shut off your laptop and grabbed your phone before you left the bathroom. 

“Ronnie?” You called out above the chatter from the living room. “Ronnie, is that you?” 

“Yeah, right here, babes!” You heard her yell back. Upon reaching the living room, you saw Ronnie setting the food down on the table with Harrison putting the drinks down. “Oh, hey! I got us bibimbap and tteokbokki from Kim’s Kitchen. I also asked for extra kimchi because that is to die for.” Veronica exclaimed with a huge smile. “Oh and Mrs. Kim says hi.” 

You forced a huge smile in response, turning to your best friend and subtly motioning at Harrison who was standing beside her. 

“Oh! oh! Y/N, I hope you don’t mind that I invited them. They called me the same time as I texted you and I figured you wouldn’t mind because we’re all friends here, right?” Veronica smiled nervously. 

“A head’s up would’ve been nice, because...” You motioned to yourself, pointing out that you were still in your towel. “I mean it is my home and I should dress however I want but obviously you got your boyfriend here. The least I could do is look presentable.” 

Harrison turned red and so did Veronica. “Y/N, Harrison is not my boy—”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I’ll go get changed.” You rolled your eyes and dismissed the entire thing. What can you do, kick them out? Wait—

“Wait, did you say “them” earlier? Is anyone else coming?” You asked. 

“Uh...” Veronica was looking for the right words to say until her eyes met someone else’s and looked right past you. 

You turned around and saw Tom standing in the middle of the room, holding plates and cutlery from your kitchen. Pinching the bridge of your nose to prevent the emerging migraine you’re about to endure and closed your eyes, you took a deep breath. 

“Uh—Hi, Y/N” Tom waved shyly. That’s all it took. All of those repressed feelings that you were trying to fight off were coming back. With your heart beating furiously, you knew you were a goner and you hated that. 

“Hi Tom,” you muttered. You two haven’t spoken to each other in a while since the morning after the wedding. God, this is awkward.  

You caught his eyes flickered to your body and put his head down, walking towards Harrison and Veronica, avoiding eye contact. You realized you were still in your towel, turning red. “Uh, I’ll go get changed.” You muttered, practically running towards your room to change. 

You were changing into an oversized shirt and into some leggings when you heard a knock from the door. “I’m decent!” You yelled. 

The door slowly opened, Tom peering from the other side. 

“Oh, hey.” You greeted him as he slowly went inside your room. He was looking around, observing your room. Your bedroom wasn’t special but it’s your favourite place. The walls were painted white—which is why when the sun beams through your windows, it bounces off through the walls and illuminates your entire room. Your room consisted of white furniture and bedding, but you made up for it by putting numerous plants all over your room and using earthy tones such as blankets and decorative pillows as accents. 

“Hey,” Tom stepped a bit closer “Sorry about earlier. If I knew you’d feel uncomfortable, I wouldn’t have come.” He apologized. 

“No, you’re good. I guess I was just caught by surprise.” You quickly dismissed. 

There was an odd silence. Is this what happens when you don’t talk for quite a while? 

“Oh, I also wanted to give you this,” Tom said, handing you the sweatpants that he borrowed a while ago. The cursed night that brought you closer to each other, literally. Grabbing the neatly folded pants, your fingers gently grazed upon his—the first time you had physical contact ever since that night.  “Don’t worry, I washed it.” He added. 

“Eh, I think I’ll wash it again just to make sure.” You joked, trying to diffuse the awkwardness. 

Tom let out a small laugh, scratching the back of his head. “I’m sorry.” You heard him say as you put your hair into a loose ponytail.

“For what?” You asked, brows furrowed. 

“I wasn’t exactly the finest “boyfriend” in the world.” He explained, putting air quotes on the word ‘boyfriend’. “I’d say I was busy but I should’ve made time.” 

You gave him a small smile. “It’s okay, Tom.” You turned around to place the pants inside the drawer. “It’s not like you’re my actual boyfriend anyway.” You laughed awkwardly.

For some reason, that last sentence left an unpleasant feeling on you. Why are you longing for Tom anyway? Are you that deprived? 

Tom let out an awkward chuckle and mumbled a quiet “yeah,” 

There it is again. That awkward silence. Will this last for the entire night because this is going to be exhausting? 

All of a sudden, Tom looked at you with a smile. “Why are we being weird?” Tom asked, laughing. 

“Yeah, I don’t even know either,” You couldn't help but laugh as well. “I’m definitely not used to you being this quiet.” 

“Are you saying that you missed it then?” He asked with a smirk. “Better yet are you saying that you missed me?” 

You rolled your eyes. There’s the Tom that you knew. “I wouldn’t go that far, Tom.” You replied, fighting off a smile. 

“’m just teasing, darling,” He laughed softly. “So, should we just forget everything and just be friends?” He asked, offering his hand.

You were about to reply when you heard a loud knock from the other side of the door. “Oi, are you two making out in there?” You heard Veronica yell obnoxiously from the other side. 

“Veronica!” You shrieked out of pure embarrassment. You felt your face turning red, as if like you’re a preteen caught with her crush.  

You pulled the door open and dragged Tom outside out of pure embarrassment, only to meet Veronica and Harrison who were leisurely sitting by the couch, trying to fight off their smirks. 

“Food’s getting cold,” Harrison said innocently as you glared at the both of them. 

“I see that you two are getting close,” Veronica commented eyeing both of your hands that were still clasped. 

“I—uh,” You’re at a loss for words. You forgot the calm feeling of how Tom’s hands felt against yours. 

You were about to let go when Tom raised both of your hands to show Haz and Ronnie. “I like holding her hand, it’s always so warm,” Tom commented with a soft smile. “One of the perks of fake dating, Y/N.” 

Veronica took a good look at you while you were busy staring at Tom. Ronnie knows that stare of yours and if she’s being honest, she doesn’t know whether to feel happy or anxious for you. 

“Yeah, that is until your hands get damp.” You teased, rolling your eyes. “Let’s just eat.” You said as you grabbed a cushion and sat on the floor. 

“Okay, so what are we having?” Tom asked as he stared at the table full of Korean dishes. 

“Well, I ordered each of us a bowl of bibimbap because I have no clue what you two like to eat” Ronnie said, pertaining to Tom and Harrison. She handed them each a bowl. “They’re all beef, by the way—oh except for Y/N’s, she has chicken.” 

“Have you had bibimbap before?” You asked Tom who was behind you, sitting on the couch. 

He shook his head in response, grabbing a cushion and opted to sit on the floor, right next to you. “I’ve had Korean BBQ before, does that count?” 

“Not quite,” You laughed. “Here, I’ll add some chilli paste.” 

“Darling, don’t add too much—” Tom argued while trying to grab the chilli paste from your hands. He ended just holding onto your hand instead.

“C’mon, it’s better when it’s spicy!” You defended, trying to squeeze more into his bowl.

“Are you sure you’re not adding that much because you hate me?” You could feel the close proximity of his face against yours. 

“Oh, please,” You turned to face him “I could never hate you, Tommy.” You blinking innocently, trying to hide the fact that he’s literally inches away from you. 

While you and Tom are practically exploring this whole new territory of closeness, Veronica was quietly watching it unfold in front of her eyes. 

“They seem to be getting along quite well,” Harrison commented before shoving a spoon into his mouth. 

“Yeah, maybe too well.” Veronica murmured, still staring at the couple in front of her. 

“And that’s a bad thing?” Haz asked with a raised eyebrow. Curious. 

Veronica couldn’t answer. Is it really a bad thing or was she just being overprotective? She should be happy for her friend! Heck, she should be happy that you and Tom were finally getting along for once.

Veronica chose to just look past it and accept the situation for what it is for now: a miracle. 

“I guess not,” Veronica answered, smiling softly at Harrison who gladly smiled in return. 

“Dinner was spectacular,” Tom commented with a smile “Well done, Ronnie.” 

“Oh—psh!” Ronnie waved her hand nonchalantly, “That was nothing.” 

“Yeah, because Mrs. Kim prepared all of it” You argued jokingly. “Besides, I suggested that we should have Korean cuisine tonight.” 

“Then I guess I should thank you, Y/N,” Tom grabbed the sides of your face and squished your cheeks. “Thanks, darling.” He grinned. 

You scrunched your face and took his hand away. “You’re annoying,” You told Tom while gathering the plates, starting to clear the table. 

“I’ll get that, Y/N,” Harrison said while grabbing the plates from you. “I’ll do the dishes, you lot just stay put here.” 

“Ooh, I’ll help!” Veronica stood up to help Harrison. 

“No, it’s fine. Just stay there, Ronnie. It’s okay.” Harrison replied, his tone of voice suddenly warm towards Veronica. 

“You’re so sweet,” Veronica said in awe. “But that won’t work for me, babe. I’ll help you, it’s totally okay.” She insisted, clearing the rest of the table and following Harrison towards the kitchen. 

You were about to head into the spare bedroom when you felt Tom wrap his hands around yours. “Where are you going?” He asked. 

“I’m just going to grab something,” You replied, “Even if I try to get away from you, I couldn’t. Trust me.” You teased. 

Tom nodded understandably, letting go of your hand. 

As you were on your way to the spare room, you couldn’t help but mumble “Why’s he being so clingy all of a sudden? Is this what he’s like to his friends?” You chose to shake off your thoughts against your better judgment. 

“What’s that?” Tom asked as soon as you entered the living room. 

“A bean bag chair,” You answered, dropping it in front of him. “So you can stop hogging my place on the sofa.” 

“Aw, you got a bean bag chair just for me?” He asked with a huge grin on his face. 

You rolled your eyes, “I didn’t buy it just for you, dumb ass.”

“Whatever you say, Y/N.” He grinned. “Whatever you say.” Tom then sat on the bean bag chair, except he sat at the very upper part of it and tried to keep his balance whilst doing so. 

This is the most boyish thing you’ve seen Tom do—no fancy clothing, no assistants around him, no cameras, none of it. He looked like an average guy, doing silly and harmless things, who’s just trying to have fun. 

With that in mind, you couldn’t help but pull your phone out and film him doing so. Eventually, he caught on and saw that you had your phone out, giving a smile. 

Laughing, you said, “That’s not how you sit on it!”

“I’ll sit on it however I want,” He teased. You quit filming and decided to upload the clip on your Instagram story. It was cute, pure, and authentic. Three words that you swore you wouldn’t use when pertaining to you and Tom. 

This fake dating thing is getting harder and harder. Seeing that you and Tom finally decided to act friendly around each other, it’s definitely going to provoke the feelings you were trying to suppress from him. 

“Okay, so I got bottles of soju.” Veronica announced while wiping her hands with the kitchen towel. “Anyone up for a Paranoia drinking game?” She asked with a smirk. 

“Why must we play a game while drinking?” You asked, pinching the bridge of your nose. 

“I think it’ll be fun, Y/N.” Tom commented. “This is the right moment to build a tight bond with each other.” 

“Yeah, because nothing says bonding like alcohol and using repressed feelings.” You mumbled. 

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