#gonna be pretty confusing since I use it to talk about the Guy without putting his name in the tags so i guess you guys’ll have to guess

[comet-frog]

Kinda tempted to also go by Lemmy ngl

[gracieheartspedro]

Crave

Part 3 of "How Long"

pairing: f!reader x brother-in-law!joel miller

find part 1 and 2 here!

dedication: @jenispunk <3 I love you sm jen. thank you for always supporting my writing and being the best wife a girl could ever dream of. you make my heart so happy. thank you for helping me edit and being the first to read this and encouraging me no matter what! love you love you love you!!!

description: a weekend escape with joel and sarah, kinda. the bed situation is a little confusing. luckily you and joel make it work. when sarah's not around, of course.

word count: 5.5k

warnings: MINORS DNI! this is 18+, pre!outbreak joel, there is smut in this part!! unprotected p in v, oral sex (f receiving), joel is a CONSENT KING AGAIN, dirty talk, daddy kink (aha), hotel sex?, begging? lmao I think that's it.

author's note: finally. it's here. I feel like I've been staring at this doc for 7 years. thank you all for your patience. I want to continue this series but I have to sit down and really brainstorm what I'd like the next parts to be. let me know your thoughts! THANK YOU FOR READING!

“My favorite Millers!” 

Your face was beaming, seeing Joel hop out of his truck with Sarah in tow. The truck was still running, the diesel engine chugging louder than any truck you had been in before. Joel always had a nicer, newer truck. He made great money and he was always having to go into construction zones that needed an all terrain vehicle. They always got pretty banged up with dirt and rocks, but he took excellent care of the interior. 

Joel grabs both of your bags, taking them to the backseat where Sarah would be crammed in with all the luggage. You give him a nod, silently thanking him. Sarah wraps her arms around your waist, giggling with excitement. 

“I’m so happy you’re coming with us! It’s going to be a great weekend,” She explains while you two walk over to the tall truck. You always found climbing into a truck unnatural and awkward yourself, but it was hot watching Joel hop in with ease. You agree with Sarah, all the while opening up the door for yourself. Sarah springs up to her seat, and you struggle to crawl up into the cab. It makes Joel chuckle. 

“I’m making you lift me into this thing next time,” you joke, easing back into the fabric seats, “Especially since you think watching me struggle is funny.”

Joel looks back in the rear view to see if Sarah’s paying attention, “‘s no problem at all, darlin’. I will gladly help you next time.”

You knew he was flirting. It makes your stomach bubble with excitement. He makes sure you two are buckled and starts on the two and half hour journey to Houston. Once you leave your neighborhood, Sarah taps your shoulder and holds out her new CD player. It’s purple and covered in sparkly stickers. 

“Looks like your Dad is supplying you with all the ways to listen to music,” you observe, glancing over at Joel. He’s just watching the road, one hand on the steering wheel, the other propped up on the shifter. He looks younger, the dusk sky the perfect back drop for his pronounced nose and beautiful eyelashes. You couldn’t help but stare, even as Sarah’s talking your ear off. He just nods along to her, making sure she knows she’s heard. 

“Think I’m gonna listen to my Kelly Clarkson CD this time,” Sarah explains, putting her earphones over her voluminous curls, “So don’t try to talk to me!”

You and Joel giggle, shaking your heads at her comment. It’s not like you were the one’s talking before, you both think. 

It gives you both a moment without a kid’s ears nearby. 

“How was the rest of your work week?” He asks, tapping the shifter to the soft hum of the radio.

“Boring,” You mumble, “Think one of the guys in marketing has a crush on me and he’s making it impossible to avoid him. I can’t even go to the break room without him bothering me.”

You didn’t know why you felt the urge to tell Joel about the situation. It wasn’t even a real situation, it was just an annoying thing happening in your life.

“Hmph,” he ponders for a moment, “Want me to kill him?”

His tone is serious, but you know he’s just messing. You grin, nudging his arm with your elbow gently, ensuring it doesn’t move the steering wheel. 

“My hero,” You comment as you watch a smile crack across his face, “No, thank you, though. If it starts to get to stalker status, I will call you.”

“Seems like stalkin’ already, baby girl.”

The nickname makes your stomach flip. You purse your lips, contemplating his words. Sure it was creepy, but the guy was scrawny and you could probably snap him in half with two fingers. He had nothing to really worry about. Right?

Joel steals a glance over at you. 

“Maybe, but I’ll handle it.”

You wanted him to think you were strong enough to deal with unwanted attention, but to be honest, you weren’t sure how to say no to most men. You only ever had Tommy and he scared everyone away. Now everyone around town knew you were on the market, and men were drawn to your natural beauty and somewhat sassy attitude. 

Little did they know, you were hung up on the other Miller boy. 

“You let me know if you need me to talk to him,” He doesn’t take his eyes off the road, just reaches his right hand out to rest on your thigh, “Man to man.”

His hand is so warm, you feel it through your black leggings. He was almost always like a furnace, but it was okay, because you always ran cold. But every time he touched you, you felt that warmth trail up your arms and legs. He made you feel different. Every fiber of your being became electrified when he was around. It was a sensation you never noticed when you were with Tommy. You begin chalking it up to just being nervous because he was older and larger and… well, hotter. 

“Again, my hero,” you respond sarcastically, letting your hand rest on top of his. It makes him more confident, gently massaging that area. You watch as his hand creeps closer and closer to the crack between your legs. You practically gasp at the contact, but you catch yourself before you do, remembering there’s a child behind you. 

So you smack his hand away, shooting him a glare. 

“What are you doing?”

“Nothin’ just… sorry.”

You didn’t want him to pull away, your leg already missing his touch, but you knew what would happen if you did stuff like that in front of Sarah. She’s a teenage girl. She’ll talk. It’ll find it’s way to someone’s ears. 

You wanted to act like you didn’t care if Tommy found out, but deep down you knew it would be a disaster. You didn’t feel like being the talk of the town. You didn’t feel like explaining yourself to Tommy. You didn’t feel like watching Joel deal with the flack from his family, especially his mother. 

If you two wanted to continue this… game… you would have to keep it secret. That included keeping it away from Sarah’s eyes and ears. You and Joel would just be friends. You would just be her aunt. That’s it. 

“Don’t apologize,” You whisper, “Just not here.”

You two let the radio take over the rest of the trip, occasionally chatting about a song or what the newscaster says about the weather. Once you get into Houston, it’s already 8:30 at night. Joel pulls into the parking garage to the Marriot and you already start craving the bed that awaits you inside. 

-

“I call the bed near the window!” Sarah throws her stuff down, jumping straight onto one the huge queen size duvet. The room was nice. A large television set catches your eye immediately, proving that this was probably an expensive room if they were giving you free cable tv. The curtains were open, giving a beautiful view of Houston’s skyline. 

One thing you notice, too, is the fact that there was only two beds. You knew this, but it still made your stomach sink a bit. 

You realize you three hadn’t discussed the sleeping situation. You didn’t care where you would sleep, honestly. You just knew Sarah was a restless one, having slept next to her in a tent when she was 9. Family camping trips entailed you, Tommy, Joel, and Sarah sharing a 6 person tent and being absolutely miserable the whole entire time. Between Tommy’s snores and Sarah practically flailing all around the tent at night, you remember not getting a lick of sleep. 

“Go get a shower, Sarah. We will figure out who’s sleeping where.”

She groans at Joel, like usual. 

“Dad!”

“Shower,” he throws his bag down on the ground near the dresser, “No arguin’.”

Sarah sulks, her bag in hand, straight to the bathroom by the front door. You don’t say anything. You just start following Joel’s lead by putting your bags down next to his. You stand a bit too close to him, waiting for him to say where you’d be sleeping.  

He clears his throat, “I will take the recliner, if you want the bed.”

“Of course I want the bed, but I don’t want you to have to sleep in the recliner.”

It makes him laugh, how matter-of-fact you are. 

You hear Sarah start up the shower. You wouldn’t have to fear she hears you and Joel talk about the possibility of sleeping with one another. Again.

“It’s not a big deal,” He explains, unzipping his bags to grab his pajamas, “Sleep on the couch all the time.”

“But you have a nice plush couch,” You gesture towards the hard and structured looking recliner, “That doesn’t look comfortable at all.”

For a girl who didn’t want Joel touching you in the car, you were practically begging him to sleep next to you in the big comfortable hotel bed. 

“So, where do you want me to sleep?”

“Just take the bed.”

“But you want the bed.”

You swallow, not even looking up at him, “We both can have the bed.”

He’s silent, gripping onto his sweatpants and t-shirt. He slowly looks down at you, his eyes carry a curious glint in them. You cock your head, giving him a mischievous smirk.

“You and Sarah?”

“No, you and Sarah.”

He groans, “You are a fuckin’ tease.”

You giggle, watching him brush pass you to position himself close to the closet. He opens the closet door, slipping in like he’s looking for something in there. 

“What are you doing?”

“Changin’.”

“In the closet?”

He grabs his shirt from the nape of his neck and pulls it off smoothly. You can’t peel your eyes away, partially seeing his right peck from how he’s standing. It was like the morning after having sex with him. Your eyes were glued to him, his tanned skin practically asking to be touched and licked. 

You horny bitch. 

“Joel, get out of the closet.”

He chuckles, “Why? You want me to give you a show?”

Why yes, I really do, Joel. You think to yourself. You hum a response, peeling your eyes away. You needed to find your pajamas, a pair of Nike sports shorts and a black tank top. Lately, you’ve been sleeping completely naked, but that was obviously not an option here. 

Sarah finally leaves the bathroom as soon as Joel slides his pants up. She has her hair wrapped in a towel, which makes you smile. She looked so grown up, it’s hard to believe you met her when she was 6 years old. You wordlessly walk into the bathroom, beginning to change your outfit for your sleep wear. You splash some cold water on your face, your cheeks still blushed from seeing Joel shirtless. 

You hear the door outside open and close. You peak out, your traveling clothes wrapped up in your arms. Joel stands in the middle of the room, fiddling with the remote for the TV. 

“Where did Sarah go?” You question, packing your clothes back into your duffle. 

“She wanted to go get ice from the ice machine,” He grumbles, “Said she wanted to see if any of her teammates were awake or nearby.”

“Is her whole team staying here?”

“Yeah, pretty much every team gets a floor. Last year it was a like a huge sleepover. Fuckin’ nightmare,” Joel mutters, flicking through different channels, before landing on some westerns. You smirk, deciding to plop down on one of the beds. As soon as you lay back, Sarah comes back in, bucket in hand. 

“Can I go stay in Amelia’s room? Her mom is there, just two doors down.”

Well that solves the bed problem. 

Joel rolls his eyes, you can tell he’s already annoyed. “Is Amelia’s mom okay with that?”

“You want to go talk to her? I promise Dad, we will get up at 5:30 like we need to. Pleas-”

“Let’s go talk to Amelia’s mom.”

You hear them leave the room without saying anything else. 

You were tired from a long day at work and the long drive. But some excitement blooms in your stomach when you realize it may just be you and Joel, all alone in a hotel room. 

Before you have time to ponder all the wonders that may be in store for you, Joel comes back with a frustrated huff. 

“She staying over there?”

“Yeah, Amelia’s mom said it was fine. Then she started askin’ who you were. Guess they saw us in the hotel lobby.”

Your stomach twists, nervous at what his response was.

“And?”

“Told her you were Sarah’s aunt. She gave me a weird look.”

“Great, now the soccer mom’s will be oogling me tomorrow.”

“Well they will anyway,” Joel responds, finding a spot next to you on the edge of the bed, “Single ones won’t leave me alone.” 

You know he’s really just seeing if you’ll get jealous. But you don’t play into his little game. You just let out a loud hearty laugh. 

“The ladies just love a Miller.”

He grumbles something inaudible, nudging you with his elbow. “You do, don’t ya?”

“Sure do.”

His face softens, his eyes flicking down to your lips. 

You grin, “She’s 14 and super goofy. Loves to play socc-”

“You’re truly testin’ me today, ain’t ya?”

You can’t help yourself at that point. The way he’s flirting only gives you more reason to taunt him. 

“Is Sarah seriously going to be gone from the room all night?”

“Yeah,” He nods, leaning back on his palms. He acts like he’s watching TV, ignoring your not-so-subtle hints that you want his eyes on you. 

“So, I can finally ask you why you think it’s okay to tease me in the car?”

“Don’t know what you’re on about, darlin’,” He smirks, he knows.

You tilt your head to the side, finally lifting your hand onto his lap. You immediately start toying with him the same way, your hand creeping towards his crotch. His eyes peel away from the TV. He watches you closely, his eyes trailing from your gaze down to your fingers dancing on his pant leg. 

“You put your hand on my thigh and started inching closer and cl-“

“Are you tryin’ to make a point or pose a question?”

He was getting annoyed with the games already. But you’d only just begun. 

“I’m just trying to explain how you can’t do things like that to me in front of Sarah,” You remark, flicking your eyelashes up to his glare, “Especially when you can’t finish it.”

“Who said I ain’t gonna?”

You huff, “Well here we are, all alone in a hotel room. No kiddo in sight. Still not touching me.”

“Don’t think you deserve it cause you’re a tease.”

“How am I a tease, Miller?”

“You exist and that’s enough. Walkin’ around in a tank top,” He gestures to your chest, “Just beggin’ to be touched.”

Your skin is set alight. The words go straight to your core. 

“Joel-“

You’re cut off. His hands work quickly, pulling you by the nape of your neck, right to his eager lips. You begin to realize you had been longing for this moment for so long. He couldn’t resist anymore, his whole body buzzing at the fact that he finally has you again. 

His lips are soft and slow as they make their way around yours. His hands eventually trail down to your butt, his hands cradling both cheeks. He lifts you forward, sliding you up and onto his lap. 

“Been wantin’ this for months, baby.” 

Butterflies erupt in the pit of your tummy. You can feel them travel up to your chest as you look down at him, his eyelids heavy and his lips pursed.  

He waited for you to respond to his calls, knowing you needed time. He needed to be patient. You would come around, he knew it. After months, here you are. 

He thinks back to every time he was touching himself late at night, he would imagine the night you two shared. Your soft curves and needy dripping pussy. It drove him wild imagining you like this again. 

“I think it’s been more than wantin’, Joel,” You grind down on his prominent bulge growing in his sweatpants, “Think you need it.”

He grins, finally getting out of his own head.

“Such a little tease, damn it.”

You lean down, mindlessly speckling kisses behind his ear and neck. Your boobs rest right in front of his face, and you’re right, he needs it. His hands leave your behind, reaching up to the straps of your tank top. He tugs them down your biceps, allowing your cleavage to spill out more. 

Your hands find his dark peppered curls at the nape of his neck, pulling downward. You needed him closer and he obliged. He starts to kiss your collarbones, wandering down to the swell of your breasts. You can feel yourself staining your sports shorts with anticipation. 

You rock your hips, craving more. He takes the hint, reaching back down to lift you from your ass. He switches spots, laying you on your back on the plush white duvet. He’s leaning over you now, which gives you a great view of how spent he looks already. His gray sweatpants are hanging lower, tenting where his cock has grown hard. 

He smirks, taking off his shirt the same way he did earlier. With one hand, it slips right over his head and onto the floor. 

“Jesus,” You huff out, using the time to remove your top, “I need you, Joel.”

The smirk never leaves his lips. He leans down, pushing your legs apart with his pointer and middle finger. You open up for him, wanting nothing more for him to dive into you in every possible way. You watch as he slides his fingers up your thigh, past the openings of your shorts. 

He realizes you aren’t wearing underwear. He sighs as he swipes the pads of his fingers across your wet slit. 

“I know you do,” He drawls, watching you writhe under his touch, “You need me as much as I need you.”

He practically tears off your shorts, not wasting any time fighting with the fabric. 

You adjust how your laying to accommodate him laying between your thighs. He lays down on his stomach, bringing your hips close to his mouth. You watch as he kisses your inner thighs, his breath hot fanning against your skin. 

You remember the last time you were in this position. You spent night after night remembering the best head you’ve ever gotten, from the one and only, Joel Miller. And you could tell Joel was not going to go another moment without making you cum on his tongue. 

When his tongue hits the top of your slit, you whine at the contact. He presses his face in, diving deeping into your lips. As soon as he finds your clit, he puts all his attention there. His nose is pressed against your mound as he hums against your sensitive bud. 

“Joel,” You cry, reaching down between your legs to grab the crown of his head, your hands lacing into his locks, “Right fuckin’ there.”

He continues his movements, only increasing in speed in which he flicks his tongue. He wraps his lips over the swollen area, sucking and lapping your sweetness. He pulls away, the slick between your thighs missing him instantly. He brings his fingers up to his mouth and wets them with saliva. He glances up at your completely dazed face. 

“‘M gonna fuck you with my fingers first,” His voice is deep and hushed, “Make you cum. You gonna cum for me like a good girl?”

You don’t even know where it comes from. But you say it with your chest.

“Yes, Daddy.”

You never expected the moan to come out of his mouth. It’s deep and guttural. He couldn’t believe his ears, and he can’t believe the words came from your mouth. His good girl? That fuckin’ flithy?

He slips his fingers into you without resistance. His mouth finds it’s way back to your core, fucking you in unison. 

You reach up to your chest, cradling your own boobs. Joel’s still only in sweatpants but they are riding low on his hips. As he’s giving you his all, he’s grinding his hips into the bed, trying to get whatever friction he can. Watching the motion alone is driving you wild, sending your hips rotating on his tongue. You knew the release was coming, you could feel it in your fingertips. 

And when it comes, it’s like fireworks inside your stomach and chest. You lurch forward, crying out his name. You knew it was probably way too loud for the thin hotel walls, but you couldn’t help yourself. The orgasm sends stars speckling across your vision. 

Joel fucks you through the comedown. You are the hottest thing he’s ever laid eyes on, he thinks. When your body rests back, you’re panting, trying to ground yourself for a second. Joel pulls his fingers out and sucks each digit. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” You mewl, reaching out for him. You just need to touch him. 

He shimmies his sweatpants down and off his legs. He’s sitting back on his knees, smiling down at your desperate eyes. He crawls on top of you, his dick prodding at your thighs. He leans down, trapping your lips into another longing kiss. His hands trail down your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He pulls back after a couple seconds, gazing into your eyes. 

“You still on that birth control?”

You hum in response. 

“Need me to pull out still?”

You smirk, lacing your arms around his shoulders, “No. Need you to cum inside me.”

He shakes his head, sitting back to line himself with your entrance.

“My dirty girl,” He runs his cock head between your swollen red lips, triggering your hips to move closer to him, “You drive me insane.”

“Come on, Joel. I’ve been waiting for ages for you to fuck me. Need you. Now.”

He chuckles darkly, still not giving you what you want. “Waiting ages, huh?”

“Joelllll,” You beg, smacking his chest, “Please.”

“Mmm,” He pushes forward just enough to relieve your ache, “Love it when you beg for it.”

He practically splits you open when he snaps his hips. You both groan simultaneously, unable to hold back this sick fantasy you’re both playing into. You feel more full than you ever did before. You don’t remember it hurting this good. 

“Holy fuck,” you whine, “So fucking full, Joel.”

He slowly pulls back, “You tell me if it’s too much, ‘kay?”

You shake your head, throwing your head back as he sets a cautious pace. He’s watching all your facial expressions, making sure he’s not hurting you. You wince when he starts to pick up the pace, which causes him to halt completely. 

“No,” You plead, “More. Faster. Please, just please.”

He says nothing, just pushes up your thighs so the back of them are flush with the front of his. He leans over you, his elbows on each side of your head. He grinds into you while his dark curls fall into your face. You tilt your head up, finding the crook of his neck again. 

His cock felt so good dragging in out of you. You felt like you could stay in this position forever. You molded so perfectly around him. He treated you like this beautiful mural, taking his time with delicate strokes. His hands wrapped around the back of your head, holding you in the curve of his body.

You latch your lips onto his neck, peppering lovebites everywhere. You didn’t even think about if they could be seen later. In the moment, you only thought of him as yours. He was yours and everyone would fucking know it. 

He’s starting to get more greedy. He pulls back, his warmth moving away from your perked up nipples. His upper body the best view you could get, so you couldn’t complain too much. He grabs behind your knees, using them as leverage as he starts to pound into you. 

Your eyes meet and for fuck’s sake, he’s perfect. You never knew you could see Joel Miller like this. Like someone who fucked you so good, but also cared so tenderly for you. He wanted to see you in the throws of pleasure, not even worrying about when he’d get his rocks off. He got his rise out of seeing how much you enjoyed yourself.

His ravenous drive to bring you to the edge is causing the headboard to slam against the wall which each stroke. He brings his left hand up to your bouncing tits, grabbing your nipple and tugging on it. He knew what touching your boobs did to you. He remembers watching your visceral reactions to him toying with them before. It brings a smile to his face. 

“I’m gonna-”

You don’t even finish your sentence, you just gasp as you feel his cock head hit the deepest parts of you. A place no other man has made it to. 

“I don’t want anyone else,” He musters out, his teeth clenching as your pussy restricts around him. He means it. He may be drunk on you, but he feels those words down to his bones. “I only ever want this.”

It was never just about the sex. Joel cared for you. Fuck, maybe he even loved you. 

You swallow, propping yourself up on your elbows. You glance down, watching his cock slip so perfectly, in and out of you. 

“I’m yours, Joel,” You manage to peep out before the orgasm you’ve been holding back builds to a maddening point, “I’m yours.”

The words make his cock twitch. He can’t help himself, he needs you to cum right this very moment. He doesn’t say anything, just unhooks your legs and uses his right hand to put pressure on your clit. Tears start to prick in your eyes as he lazily rubs circles, humming in satisfaction. He feels you tightening up, he knows your close. 

Your vision goes white. You body starts to vibrate, the pure bliss he’s sending you into takes you to a whole other dimension. You want more. More. More. More. 

As he watches you seize up, he can’t resist his own orgasm. The explosion sends him into a moaning mess. He fucks into you, painting your walls with his cum, not letting a drop go to waste. 

He collapses on top of you. You don’t even care, you feel like jello anyway, he could melt right into you.

He rolls off after a minute. 

You always miss him when he’s not near you. 

You stare at the ceiling, pondering the right words to say to him. Nothing comes to mind. He gets up, walking naked to the bathroom. He grabs a rag from the shelf above the toilet, running it under some warm water. 

When he returns, you let him clean all around your body. You make sure he doesn’t wipe away the wet kisses he left all over you, though. 

“You okay?”

You finally look at him. 

You want to say yes, because you were okay. Physically. But your heart wanted to pulsate out of your chest. 

“I will be,” You state simply, “Just tired.”

He slowly starts grabbing all your articles of clothing off the floor, dressing you once he collects all of them. He’s careful with you. Gentle. 

“Do you want to sleep in the same bed?”

The question rings in your ears. Of course you did. 

“As long as you get up at the ass crack of dawn and move before Sarah comes in.”

He chuckles, pulling his sweatpants back over his waist. He doesn’t even bother to put on his shirt.

“Will do, baby.”

-

When you wake up, you realize the overheard light flickered on. You contort your sleep dazed body, Joel’s upper body practically laying over you. You try to blink the haze out of your eyes, but your tired mind is completely shocked when you see an outline of a girl. 

Shitshitshitshitshit.

You fling your body upward, rattling Joel awake. He’s startled, his arms flinging off of you. 

“I knew it!” Her voice is piercing. “I knew it! Holy shit!”

“Sar-”

“Are you two dating? Or are you just… wait, ew!”

She’s rambling, her words clashing together in confusion. Your heart is about to hammer out of your chest. 

“Sarah, we aren’t dating,” You declare, your voice shaking. 

“But you’re sleeping together?”

You could cut the silence with a sword. It’s so thick and awkward. 

A 14 year old girl shouldn’t know you’re sleeping with her Dad. Let alone walk in after you spent all night tangled up in him. 

“Sarah,” Joel’s voice is buttery and raspy after he wakes up. You hold the comforter up to your chest. You had your tank top on, but it hangs so low on you, you don’t want to risk anything. “Grab your uniform, get dressed. We can talk about this later.”

“Does Uncle To-”

“Sarah! Stop!”

It scares you since it’s so close to your ear. His voice changes so abruptly, it makes you cringe a bit. 

Hearing the question from Sarah’s lips makes you feel queasy. Having the girl who you always considered your niece ask if her uncle knew you were sleeping with her dad... God what a fucking mess. 

You watch her storm across the room, grabbing her backpack and race to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. 

Joel groans next to you as he slams back into the plush pillows. 

“She will be fine. We will talk about it later,” Joel says under his breath. 

You open your mouth but nothing comes out. 

You hadn’t thought much of this through. Ever since you and Joel first slept together, you pushed your harbored feelings to the side. Sometimes they creep in, which would send you into a panic. Because deep down, you knew you felt something for Joel. Something you hadn’t felt since you first started dating Tommy. Maybe even ever. It was exciting. He made you feel special. After everything he said to you last night, you knew he possessed some similar emotions and feelings.  

You felt crazy for believing this could work. 

You knew this would be complicated. Now Sarah is involved. How do you explain these emotions to a child? You don’t. 

You think about all the horrible outcomes to this situation. Tommy wanting to fight Joel. His mom never accepting you back into the family. Who knows, maybe Sarah gets so upset at the situation, she never treats you the same again. 

But then you think about Joel. How he’s a night and day difference to what Tommy was to you. He wore his emotions on his sleeve. He wanted to protect you. He wanted to take care of you every chance he could. 

You start to think back to the times when you were still with Tommy. Joel defended you when you two had a blowout fight. He always made sure to have a watchful eye on you when you all went out to bars. He was even there when you graduated college, giving you a bouquet of beautiful daises he swore up and down Sarah picked out. But you knew the truth. Joel loved daisies. He even had his Mom plant some in his front yard last year. 

You were just so scared. You didn’t want to be hurt again. You did not want your feelings to be wrong. 

You glance down at him, your back still turned. He could read your face, he knew you were overthinking everything. Your mind was working overtime, trying to muster up some excuse to run away and forget everything that happened between you two. There was nothing normal about this situation. 

But fuck, you both really wanted it. So bad. You couldn’t keep lying to yourself. 

His hand creeps up your back, resting a reassuring palm on your aching shoulder. 

“Stop thinkin’ for a minute,” he whispers, “You don’t need to make any decisions right this minute. We will just take it one second at a time. Ain’t no way ‘m lettin’ you go. I want you here.”

You didn’t know if he meant here in general or in the figurative sense. 

He meant it both ways. 

Maybe it was crazy, but that feeling was deep in your chest. This palpable inkling that this could evolve into you being his. 

This being more than sex? More than a crush?

Being Joel’s sounded like a fever dream.

He wanted nothing more but to wrap you up into his arms, hold you and kiss your head, reassuring you that you two can figure it out together. But instead, Sarah walks out in her soccer uniform, squashing the moment. She stands in front of the bed, finally making eye contact with you. 

“You guys gonna get up and watch me kick ass, or are you gonna to lay in bed all day?”

You smile at her. You silently prayed this girl would stay in your life forever.

“I know my answer.”

Joel smiles, “’s go kick some ass.”

-

again thank you for reading!! let me know your thoughts!

find part 1 and 2 here!

[modanisgf]

003. DIET PEPSI (WRITTEN)

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a/n: GUYS THIS IS SO BOOTY PLEASE FORGIVE ME I ACTUALLY LOST MY MIND TRYING TO WRITE THIS

y/n’s fingers tapped to the rhythm of the song in the background, her makeup artist humming to it as she did the girls hair.

“are you excited y/n?” jia asks, yunseo nodding along.

the two insisted on staying with their leader, while aera was catching up with her old friends, so she wasn’t there to save y/n from the duo.

“yeah, mingi will be there right? it’s been a while, maybe we can catch up.” y/n states, snickering at the glares her members gave in response.

“what?” y/n says, acting confused.

“you’re not funny, you know that.” yunseo murmurs in annoyance.

“look, i think it’s just better to put danielle aside for right now. it’s only gonna make me more nervous if i think about it too much.” y/n says, to which her members groan.

“fine, but you better tell us everything that happened once the show is over.” jia says.

“no promises!”

—

the amount of fear y/n felt in this moment was unreal, danielle was standing right next to her wearing her same cute smile that was so loved. the two were promptly going over their lines before the show, the chemistry being strong.

“you two are great! good luck on the stage.” one of the staff members says to y/n and dani, making the two grin.

“thank you.” y/n says. the staff member smiles at them before leaving, leaving the two pretty much alone.

there was a moment of awkward silence before dani spoke up, “hi! we never got to formally meet, i really enjoy your music.” she says smiling at y/n. y/n felt a sense of warmth in danielle’s presence, she quickly returned the smile before going to speak.

“thank you, i really enjoy your music too. your voice is amazing in hurt.” y/n compliments dani.

danielle couldn’t help but laugh a bit, she knew that y/n was a fan but she never expected her to know this much.

“thank you, you’re really sweet.” dani says. the girls made eye contact for a moment, creating a comfortable silence. unfortunately it only lasted for a few seconds, the staff calling the both of them out to the stage moments later.

y/n cursed to herself quietly, she wanted to spend more time with danielle but of course there was no time.

—

after being an idol y/n never thought she would feel stage fright again, but with this being her first awards show she had never been more scared. so many groups and fans were sitting just before her and danielle, all of them cheering for the girls when they walked out onto the stage.

danielle waved to them all, giving a bright smile. she looked over at y/n and noticed the girl’s hand shaking, so she grabbed it and intertwined it with her hand.

y/n’s heart stopped and an inevitable blush rose to her face, why did danielle take her hand?

the younger girl didn’t acknowledge it any further, she opened up the paper and motioned for y/n to announce the winner.

“and the winner of best new group is… zerobaseone!” y/n says, the crowd erupting into cheers.

the two girls congratulated the boys quickly before going backstage once again.

“thank you.. for this.” y/n says, tightening her grip on danielle’s hand.

“no worries! i wanted to make sure you were comfortable.” danielle says, giving her co worker a small smile.

the two maintained eye contact again, much like before but without any interruptions.

“so… i saw you’re a pretty big fan of mine.” dani says, trying to break the silence.

“huh?! where?” y/n says, putting a hand over her mouth in embarrassment.

“i saw one of your fans tweet about a live you did where you talked about me.” danielle says, to which y/n sighs.

“yeah, i’ve been following you guys since debut. you actually encouraged me a lot to work harder on getting to my debut.” y/n says, making dani smile.

“you’re so cute!” dani squeals.

“huh?” y/n questions, not noticing the effect she had on danielle.

“you look so cute when you’re talking about something you're passionate about.” danielle explains, making y/n avert her eyes from danielles.

”i uh- thank you?” the older girl says, still trying to avoid eye contact with the girl in front of her. danielle was making it hard though, keeping her eyes trained on y/n.

there was more silence, a trend between the two even with their loud personalities. y/n looked up to see dani smiling at her like always, making the older girl fight back a grin.

but of course, the cute moment was interrupted by the door opening.

"y/n? we're waiting for you in the lobby to do inter- oh." yunseo says, with aera behind her giving y/n and danielle a blank stare.

"did we walk in on something.." yunseo whispers loudly to aera, making aera tell her off.

"yunseo!" she scolds, shaking her head.

"um, y/n take your time! we'll be waiting for you in the lobby like yun said." aera says, giving an awkward smile to the two girls in front of her before grabbing yunseo and leaving.

"i'm so sorry-" y/n starts once her members leave, being cut off quickly by danielle.

"it's okay! here, you can take my number. my members are probably waiting for me too." danielle says, writing her number down quickly on a nearby peace of paper.

"oh thank you." y/n says, getting up to take the paper from danielle's hands.

"mhm, text me soon yeah?" danielle says, winking at her co worker before leaving.

y/n stood there in disbelief holding the paper out to read, danielle had put a huge heart next to her number along with a short message.

'let's hang out, i'll text you the details.'

"oh my god."

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[enha-hype]

who’s ponyo?

pairing : byun euijoo x gender neutral reader

genre : fluff, strangers to lovers, cafe au, bit of comfort at the end

warnings : kms jokes, mentions of a sad movie lol

synopsis : what happens when you run into the human version of your favourite studio ghibli character at the cafe you frequent?

w.c. : around 1.5k

a/n : ik i said i was gonna disappear for a bit but guys i can't get ponyojoo out of my head 😭 especially after the recent go one! ep where juju’s in the water and some of the teamies start singing the ponyo theme song sdhdjkdkdjdkdk

🫧 you meet him at a work/study cafe that you both happen to frequent

🫧 you both notice each other on your first week there and feel immediately drawn but you’re both too shy to approach the other and keep putting it off 😮‍💨

🫧 lots of stealing secret glances when the other isn’t looking

🫧 you’re a huge fan of studio ghibli movies and since you don’t know his name, you’ve nicknamed him ponyo after your favourite character from your favourite ghibli film so that’s how you refer to him when you’re talking to your friends about him: “guys you should’ve seen ponyo today, he must’ve been really sleep deprived ‘cause he kept dozing off and i swear to god he looked so adorable i think i was staring at him for 5 minutes straight before i realised,”

[more below the cut!]

🫧 your friends roll their eyes: “yeah yeah you find him cute no matter what he does. come to us when you actually do something about it.”

🫧 little do you know that euijoo’s been bugging his friends pretty much the same way. he’s telling nicholas how pretty you looked one day while you were concentrating on your work and his friend groans in exasperation. “oh my god euijoo, when are you planning to actually do something about this annoying crush of yours? because i swear to god if you don’t ask them out soon then i will,”

🫧 fortunately for your friends, an opportunity presents itself soon. that friday when euijoo is leaving the cafe after he’s done with his work, he forgets one of his books on his table.

🫧 you happen to notice and are halfway through calling after him when you realise that you don’t know his actual name

🫧 so yeah you end up going “hey ponyo! shit. uhh i mean...oh, hi. yeah, i meant you. you uhh left your book,”

🫧 in your defense,,,,why did he actually turn around when you called him ponyo lmao maybe because you were shouting in an otherwise quiet cafe?

🫧 anyway boi is super flustered and confused at first and when you point out that he left his book he’s like ahh thanks and comes back to pick it up

🫧 you’re super embarrassed at the fact that you actually called him ponyo out loud so you make yourself busy trying to ignore him and the eyes of all others around you

🫧 he seems to have been in a hurry bc he just grabs the book, yells out a thank you! and rushes out without pausing to clarify what you called him and why

🫧 the next day, you’re breaking your head over a particularly frustrating assignment so you don’t notice him enter the cafe or walk up to you until he’s pulling up the chair opposite to you at your table

🫧 which is new. you usually sit at opposite ends of the cafe and it’s usually not very crowded around the time you two visit so there’s enough empty tables around to not have to share with anyone. not that you’re complaining of course. you’re just confused

🫧 you look up at him questioningly but he doesn't say anything, just sits quietly and gets on with his work. you stare in bewilderment for a few seconds longer before you decide you’re too busy for this and resume your work, although your heart is racing

🫧 it goes on like this for a week he’s trying ok give him some time to work up his courage. it’s hardly his fault that you’re so annoyingly breathtakingly beautiful he just comes and quietly makes himself comfortable at your table and the two of you do your own thing

🫧 then the next day, he finally breaks the silence. “i’ve been wanting to ask....what did you call me the other day?”

🫧 you go red in the face. “oh um, ponyo. sorry it’s just that your resemblance to her is astonishingly similar and it just slipped out because i don't know your actual name haha,”

🫧 “ah. well i’m euijoo” he smiles, extending his hand. god he has such a gorgeous smile. you shake it, praying he doesn’t notice the slight tremor from how nervous you are “i’m y/n,”

🫧 “nice to meet you, y/n. but who’s ponyo again?”

🫧 wait, he doesn’t know ponyo??? “you know, from the ghibli movie....?”

🫧 he still appears clueless and jeez he really does look so much like ponyo with those adorable boba eyes widened in confusion and it’s so distracting and– anyway. “don’t tell me you’ve never watched a ghibli film before?”

🫧 he sheepishly scratches the back of his head. “no, i’m afraid not…”

🫧 you gasp. “ohmygod, are you kidding me?! you absolutely have to!!”

🫧 “okay, watch it with me then,” he blurts out. he’s honestly as taken aback as you are lmao - he’d been planning on slowly building up to it

🫧 your eyes widen in surprise, you almost choke on air owing to the abruptness of it. “like a date?” you ask before you can stop yourself. shit he’s going to say he never meant it that way and it’s going to be so humil–

🫧 “yes. like a date,” he confirms, grinning wide. you’ve seen him smile a handful of times before, but for some reason this one knocks the breath right out of you.

˖✩࿐࿔

🫧 you thought he was cute before? well he’s even cuter now that y’all are together and you’re pretty sure the amount of cuteness aggression he gives you on a daily basis is borderline unhealthy like you might actually combust at this point RIP.

🫧 you continue meeting up at the cafe regularly even if you’d just seen each other that morning. it’s a nice cozy place to study and besides you’ve both gotten used to it

🫧 needless to say you always sit at the same table. he has to be touching you in some way or the other - if there's not many people around and you’re sitting next to each other he’ll intertwine his fingers with yours as he reads, if your hands are busy writing or typing he’ll settle for having your knees/shoulders pressed together and if you’re sitting opposite to him then he'll do the feet thing under the table

🫧 you’re no better btw, just as downbad :

🫧 one day at the cafe you both go to counter together holding hands and the baristas are like omfg y’all are finally together?! took y’all long enough!!

🫧 you’re like ??? and they explain they’ve been shipping you for MONTHS ever since they noticed you’re interested in each other and were getting SO frustrated about the fact that neither of you were making a move that they were lowkey considering taking matters into their own hands lmao

🫧 you’re about to pay and they’re like “oh this one’s on us. consider it a thank you for finally putting us out of our misery” 💀

🫧 on days that he gets there before you, he makes sure to have your order ready just in time so that it’s the right temperature when you arrive <3

🫧 you’ve made him watch all your favourite ghibli movies by now and one day he suggests watching something you both haven’t watched. Grave Of The Fireflies is one ghibli movie you’d been putting off cuz you heard it was kind of sad but you figure, hey it’s a ghibli movie. how sad can it be?

🫧 BIG MISTAKE: IT’S NOT “KIND OF SAD”, IT’S DEVASTING

🫧 you and euijoo are a mess watching it, straight-up sobbing towards the end

🫧 you know that viral clip from the script reading of that kdrama The Midnight Studio where a lot of the cast members are crying while reading their dialogues cuz the story is supposedly that devastating and then towards the end two of the cast members sitting next to each other happen to make eye contact and burst out laughing seeing each other’s tear stained faces?

🫧 yeah basically imagine that as the credits roll - you turn to look at him at the same time he does and you both can’t help laughing at the sight of the other - a bunch of crumpled tissues scattered around both of you, your eyes rimmed red and faces blotchy

🫧 he opens his blanket and holds his arm out, beckoning for you to come join him, and you snuggle up close and bask in each other’s comfort

🫧 you still can’t stop thinking about the movie and tearing up though, so you get some ice cream and end up rewatching Ponyo

🫧 when the theme song plays you turn to him and sing along as though you’re serenading him, to which he chuckles and pretends to imitate ponyo HE’S SO CUTE UGH

divider credits : @saradika-graphics @cafekitsune

[alittlebitofloveliness]

The Outsiders as Modern Fast Food Employees

Based on stuff I have seen/done at work

-The management very clearly have a 'brand' about who works out front, so stereotypically 'pretty' people are usually interacting with customers and everyone else gets banished to the grill (this is a real thing that happened at my work. We have one token dude who works at the front and the rest of us are all rosy cheeked young girls with long hair. Seriously, put me and most of my female coworkers together we look scarily similar) POINT IS Soda, Ponyboy, and Angela would all get to work front of house

-Steve works grill and he's the coworker everyone likes for no reason, he's just chill and good at what he does and helps out when front of house is swamped without needing to be asked or being a dick about it

-Every fast food place has one good manager and one evil manager (it's a canon event ok) and as long as the evil manager isn't working Steve lets everyone working eat some of the leftover fries before he chucks them each night

-Ponyboy found a mouse in the walk in pantry once and took it home in a cup to keep as a pet. Darry wouldn't let him, so Curly agreed to foster it for him, and now they relentlessly refer to it as 'the baby'. Newly hired coworkers are always confused and a little concerned because are they actually gay teen parents? No, they're just dumbasses, but no one tells the new hires that because it's fun to see how long it takes them to figure out they're cooing about a pet MOUSE not a human child

-Everyone chats and shit talks over the headsets all the time, even though they're not supposed to. Since Curly and Angela speak spanish but no one else does, they shit talk about the evil manager when she's there, and tell her they're talking about their brother if she ever asks what they're going on about

-Sodapop hates working drive through but gets it almost every shift since he's one of the few people trained to do it

-Two-bit is that guy who's technically employed but has like...one scheduled shift a week and still calls in all the time

-Theres a group chat where the schedule gets shared but only Soda and Steve ever use it, and never for it's intended purpose

-Angela can cry on command and anytime a customer starts to complain about anything she immediately bursts into tears. As soon as the customer leaves she stops

-Angela's customer service voice is already high pitched (we love customer service voice woohoo) but when she's working drive through it's so shrill its a wonder anyone can understand her

-Darry has his other jobs so he definitely wouldn't work where the rest of them work but he's that family member that stops by all the time and chates to soda and/or pony for half an hour and everyone else is annoyed 'cause they gotta pick up the slack.

-Dallas also wouldn't work with them because that man could NOT do customer service but him and Tim could drop by all the time and be really nice to the workers but yell at other customers. Someone is letting their kid run wild in the lobby? Tim's scolding that kid AND their mother. Some old guy is bring curt with the staff? Dally's gonna be more than curt to him

-Johnny would be a doordash/skip driver but he's at the store so often that everyone greets him by name and kinda treats him like an honorary employee

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Hi can u do one where reader childhood bsf comes over by surprise when the team and wags (w readers &gavis fam) are over at readers house in there big yard they having a get together and him and his family were invited to stay and he keeps making remarks and saying things about there childhood memories and his sister says “I really wanted you as my sister in law”wich made everyone mad like gavis family and friends and his mom said “maybe I can stil have y as my daughter-in-law and that caused everyone to get even more mad bec everyone loves them together and they don’t want anything to happen to them and can we have a jealous gavi?

I programmed this with the hour-posting thing, hope it works!

Kinda loved this request, I mean... The audacity of the mom saying "Maybe I can still have you as my daughter-in-law" makes me think of Belén going all crazy and defensive like: "Hell no, she's mine!"

Audacity -P.G

Summary: When you get hints of love confessions in front of your boyfriend made by your best friend, you gotta step up and make things clear.

You were having the greatest time ever with your family, your boyfriend's family, a few of his friends and teammates like Pedri, Ansu, Alejandro, Ronald, Kessié, Ferrán, Eric, Robert and his girlfriends/wives were here doing a parrilla, most of them still over the moon with their LaLiga title, taking advantage of the fact that the Páez Gavira family was also here and fourth members complete you decided to do another little celebration.

A few of the lads like Busi, Alonso, Ousmane and Frenkie couldn't come because of personal stuffs but the rest of them said "I'm in".

You laughed when Pedri was telling an story when the bell rang, confused you thought it was one of the guys but everyone was already there so deciding to not interrupt everyone else you went to open the door.

When you did so, you didn't expected for your best friend to be behind it, especially since he left for Portugal to study and you had four years and half without seeing each other but still talked, not frequently as you used to do but still.

You were surprised? Yes, in both good and bad ways. You missed him? Yes, this guy has been your best friend since you were eight years old. You were mad? Yes too, you already have plans going on and he just can't appear himself like nothing. Also, how did he knew the direction of your shared house with your two years boyfriend, Pablo? And most important... How was he let in if you lived in a residential condominium?

"Hey!"

"Hola" You said tight smiling still not processing everything

"Do I not get a hug or you already changed me?" You laughed lightly shaking your head but still decided to hug him

"I'm surprised, it's all" Your voice came out muffled by his clothes

"Gonna let me come in?" Your eyebrows lifted at his request. This wasn't like him. Where was left the sweet and shy guy that you always had to protect from people?

"Portugal has changed you, hasn't it?" You asked still not letting him in but in fact leaned at the door

"For the best" You nod taking him in

"Thought you hated tattoos?" You asked watching one on his bicep

"This one is meaningful" You hum nodding

"What does it mean?"

"The skateboard is me and the sunflower is you. You've always liked sunflowers and I remember that time where you putted a sunflower in the skateboard and I pushed it" You laugh at the memory lightly

"It fell off the hill" You said still giggling making Josué laugh too

"It did"

"You shouldn't have done that though. You could've done something else, there's like a million significative things to do" You shook your head

"Well... I missed you and I wanted to have this memory of you" You smile lightly

"Well thank you" You nod "Don't expect me to do me one though"

"Only if you want" You shook your head

"Not in the mood for one of those" You reply lightly as he laughs

"The new house is pretty... And really big. All for yourself?" You nod "When did you left your parents house?"

"Like sixth-seventh months ago"

"You didn't told me" You shrug your shoulders

"I guess I forgot to" You look at him "Sorry for that" He shakes his head not really paying attention to it "What are you doing here by the way?"

"You don't want me to?"

You laughed "I told you I'm surprised" You removed yourself from the door "Short vacations? Long vacations?"

"Short vacations" You hum nodding "Uni's been hard so I took the first chance I got to come back here for a week"

"I'm glad for you" You said smiling

"Are you busy?" You nod

"I am actually"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm in a... celebration? get-together? both?" You ask laughing lightly "So yes... You can come back tomorrow and I can help you with anything, we can catch up too" You propose excited

"I'm leaving tomorrow to Madrid to see my mom's family side"

"Ah! What a shame" You say when all of sudden you heard a woman's yell

"Y/N!" You look behind Josué's shoulders and see his mom and his older sister making their way towards you

"You brought your family?"

"I really thought you were doing nothing, like old times where you only did school things"

"Yeah well... Old times" You fake laughed, not liking his comment "I'm busy, Josué"

"Please, just a few minutes then we'll be out of your hair" You sigh opening the door for him to come in

"Fine" He fistbumps the air "Only because of your family because if not I would have made your ass get back" He laughed as you hug his family, also not seeing them for the same amount of time as your best friend

"We missed you so much!" You smile

"I have missed you too, señora Ana"

"None of señora, just Ana" You laugh closing the door

"I'm loving your house, girlie" Josué's sister, Bárbara said "Can I stay over?"

"Maybe not today" You laugh "Make yourselves at home" You say going to the kitchen to settle the five of you there for a while.

A few minutes have passed, you were chatting with them when your mom comes inside asking for you and gasps when she sees her friend, Ana. You fought the need of rolling your eyes, this wasn't supposed to happen.

You loved them but you were pissed at the fact they just showed up like I'm here, if you haven't seen me and done, no. It didn't worked it that way, you were busy and they didn't respected that.

Now, your mom was talking with them all excited and invited them to stay for a little while and you wanted to yell at her no but two things happen. One, you never raised your voice at her. Two, it would be seem in a bad way that you don't want them here.

And you don't. Right now, you don't.

Seconds later, Pablo came in worry written on his face "Amor, is everything okay?" He asked and when he saw you his worry left but then confussion took over his pretty face watching the four unknown people to him in his house "Sorry" He apologized

You walked towards him, grabbing both of his hands "Everything's good, mi vida. Don't worry"

"And who are they?"

You sigh "He's my whole life-best friend, the one I told you about that's living in Portugal now" You said looking at Pablo "He's Josué Salvador" You introduce your best friend "His sister, Bárbara Salvador" You point out the girl "And his mom Ana" Pablo nodded "Señores, this is my boyfriend Pablo Páez" You smile

A few "Nice to meet you's" were heard in the exchange

"They decided to give me a little surprise visit, considering we've not seen each other for four years" You added smiling

"Que lindo de su parte" (How nice of them) Pablo said looking at you as you tried to apologize with your look

"But Y/N told us you guys were a bit busy so we might as well go now" Josué said as Ana lamented

"Already?" You smiled painfully at her

"I'm sorry, I asked him to come tomorrow but he said you'll be off to Madrid to see your family. You grabbed me by surprised, we had already done plans" You felt Pablo's arm go around your waist as you lean into him

"They can stay for a while" Pablo blurted out as everyone look at him

"You sure?" Bárbara asks impressed

"You sure?" You ask not believing him and at the same time giving him a look "I mean... You sure?" You changed your tone

"We wouldn't like to step in and-" Pablo cut them off

"You can join us for a while if you'd like. You haven't seen Y/N for four years and it was a nice gesture of you to surprise her, a few minutes more won't hurt anybody" You gave him another look and he just brushed it off

Fun thing he had said that.

One hour later he was clenching his jaw over and over again, he was with his eyebrows furrowed and he only heard the "Do you remember when we..." words over and over again. It wasn't fun anymore. Everyone and even you, kept trying on taking the lead of the conversation to another place, change the subject, but everything you said he always managed to bring it back with a: "That reminds me of..."

Every single one of you were tired of hearing those stuffs. Pablo was retracting his words and he now understood your looks.

"You know" Bárbara spoke "I really wanted you both to be together as a couple and for you to be my sister-in-law" Now, everyone opened their eyes wide as possible as you coughed the drink you had taken and Pablo sat up straight in his seat, pulling you more into him. You put your hand on his thigh

You could see the looks of disbelief, anger and annoyance of everyone

"Really? I didn't know that" You tried to play it off "Sorry to say that won't happen. I've never seen Josué in that way and I don't think I ever will, I already got my boyfriend"

"We thought it was obvious Josué was in love with you" His mom said

"He almost didn't took up on the scholarship for you" Bárbara continued

"Glad he did, wouldn't wanna be a dream crusher" You replied quickly as they got quiet for a bit

"Also, she already has a sister-in-law" Pedri says nodding as Aurora smiles pointing at herself

"The best one" You go to high five her but miss it causing you to laugh

"But you can still be" Ana said "You know, maybe you can become my daughter-in-law and Bárbará's sister"

"Maybe you can go and look for another one" Belén said laughing lightly trying to light up the mood "This one's mine" She grabbed your shoulders and kissed your cheek as you grab her hands and kiss her cheek smiling

"We saw her first" Bárbara said

"She's not an object" Alejandro says shaking his head

"She can choose who her in-law's will be" Ana, Robert's wife said as you nod

"And those are the Páez Gavira family" You said immediately, happy that your friends got your back

"Yes for now... Maybe in the future who knows?" Ana said smiling

"I don't think so, señora" Pablo said "I intend on spending the rest of my life next to Y/N as her boyfriend, in a future her fiancé and then her husband. You can add into the mix the dad of her children, I'm not letting her go, she's the love of my life" You smile grabbing his hand

"It's disrespectful of you to come here and say those kind of stuffs" Araujo's wife, Abigail said "And mostly when we all love Y/N and Pablo together, they are it for each other"

"Yes, it truly is" Your mom said nodding "This is a family get together too, we don't really appreaciate these kind of vibes here and mostly when we are celebrating something really important for all of us. I'm not letting you enter my daughter's and my son-in-law's house and sit there talking trash, I'm sorry to be the one who says this but I think it's the best if you leave"

"Walk us out?" Ana asked you, your mom stood up without problem and opened the door that gave access inside your house.

"Are you really gonna let this happen?" You shrug your shoulders as you see Josué turn around at the door, you sigh lightly

"Hey, I wasn't the one who started saying stuff that I wasn't supposed to say, I have a boyfriend and for your sister to say something like that in front of our faces, bro... She has THE balls" You shook your head "We've changed, Josué. Our friendship isn't the same it used to be as when we were fourteen and much less when we were eight. I'm not the same and you're not the same" You look at his tattoo "I'm sorry I never knew you were in love with me and I'm sorry I don't see you in that kind of way, I'm happy with my boyfriend, I'm in love with him and I want the rest of my future with him. That little stunt your mom and sister did was awful and childlish"

"Your life is in Portugal now, mine is still here in Barcelona. With this amazing people" You mention all around you "We can remember the good times because you're still my best friend the one who supported me through everything and you will always be. But I don't think I can forgive this, your family didn't just insulted me, they insulted my boyfriend, his family, my family and our friends, that crossed a line. I hope you get the best girl ever because you are an incredible boy and wish you the best" You smile pushing your fist out for him to hit it

"Sorry for everything" He said pushing his fist with yours "Lamento mucho todo esto, gente" (I'm sorry for all of this, people)

"Try not to do it often" Pablo said behind you as everyone laughed lightly

And with that Josué left and a big silence was formed in between you.

"Okay... We know you're guapa, Y/N" Pedri said smiling "We just didn't know you had that kind of power, attracting not only the men but their families as well" You laughed loudly

"La señora Belén fighting for her yerna" Robert said making you laugh as Belén kissed your hair

"I was just protecting one of the family members" She said as you smile at her

"I didn't liked her from the beggining" Aurora said shaking her head as your mom returned

"We could see it when Bárbara mistaked the Gucci belt" Ferrán said still making the laughs return but Pablo stood up, excused himself for a moment and left.

You sighed, excusing yourself too and left after him.

"Pabs" You said jogging upstairs into your shared bedroom "Pabs" You called out for him "Amor" You watch him sit on the edge of your side of the bed, hands on his head as his elbows rested on his knees "Talk to me?"

"I'm just impressed by the audacity of that people" He said shaking his head in disbelief "They just passed over me like as if I was nothing. I felt fucking small"

"Even I did. I was so uncomfortable, I didn't even wanted them to come in. Not everyone can appear as if nothing, I only let them in so I could talk with them for a few minutes but everything went out of hand. And you were just being nice when you let them stay... But I gave you your place, I let them know I'm not changing you and the lads helped too"

"I know" Pablo nodded looking at you "I'm just shocked"

"And jealous?" You hinted as he gave you a look but sighed

"He shared so many things with you, mi vida! It is a bit impossible to not get jealous, I think he knows you even better than I do"

"Stop that. He doesn't. You know me, the present me and you will know the future me. He knows the past me and like I said, I changed. He knows my favorite fruit at twelve was strawberry but you know now that, that's not true..."

"Because you love watermelon" You nod

"I love watermelon" You agree "See? There's a whole stuff he knew about my twelve year old me but you know them better. Don't be jealous because yes, he may have been my best friend, but you're my best friend now, you're my partner in crime, you're my rock, the shoulder I lay and cry on, the ying to my yang, the love of my life, my boyfriend and my everything. Stop that and focus on the important things, your career, your life, your family, us" Pablo smiled

"You're right... Just like always" You smiled giggling and leaned up to grah his face and kiss his lips "Love you" He said as you blush

"Y yo te quiero mucho más" You replied standing up "C'mon, let's tell everyone the party's cut short so we can cuddle. I know you want that and I also want that"

"You truly are it for me, you know me so well" He hugged you from behind kissing your neck as you both laughed

"What can I say? I'm whipped for my man"

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[s4toryuu]

inumaki headcanons — 2

notes: inumaki my beloved… as promised this one is a xreader, slice of life, reader wears dresses and is implied is a ‘girl’, toge goes viral on tiktok so kind of socmed!au

part 1

so like when you met him you thought he was mysterious at first

and then you were just like ??? he thinks he’s so cool not talking… geh, rude

so you start being cold to him for a while until one day he writes you a post-it asking you to go out to a cafe nearby

confused, you were interested in seeing his face and, like, you had nothing else to do so why not

you were apprehensive at first but you guys ordered the exact same drink and food without knowing and you got along because of it

that day you got really close even though it was mostly through his notes app (he types really fast)

you guys had the same humor (albeit he’s more outward and immature)

he took his mask down to eat and you, like, stopped chewing on your mochi waffle and started staring because you did not expect him to be so good-looking

and he definitely noticed because he started chuckling and he tried to hide it as he took a bite of his waffle

and oh my god his smile

a/n: ok I’m definitely writing this fic comment if you want to be tagged!!

you find out he’s really scared of making you do something you don’t wanna do, like terrified, like it’s his top 3 nightmares

the first couple of times you slept over he taped his mouth shut in case he sleep talked LMFAO

you only found out because you woke up earlier than him and you laughed almost waking him up

you guys getting together was a crazy feat tbh

he’s a gentleman

but he’s a troll first

like you were starting to think he just wanted to dress up fem after stealing your clothes for the 4th time

so you bought him a dress for his birthday

it wasn’t a cheap dress either (you bought it in your size) lol being a jujutsu tech student you couldn’t even spell broke so

one day during training he’s late and as you were about to check on him at his dorm he turns the corner and holy shit no fucking way

he’s wearing the fucking dress

he couldn’t zip it up so the open back was flapping around as he walked towards you with this exact smile :] on his face

it was supposed to be a maxi dress that ended at the calves but since it was in your size it ended at his knee

luckily (not) he was wearing sweatpants

everyone was so confused but gojo didn’t even make any comment he was just like “ok now that toge’s here..!”

you were dying while everyone was just confused whether he was serious in wearing the dress 😭😭😭 yuta was like “oh… you’re gonna wear that for training..?”

toge puts his hands in the pockets, emphasizing it “shake shake!” with a shit eating grin

“where’s your scarf thingy?” “it didn’t match with the dress :(” he typed

and he was deadass cuz he actually trained with it until it got in the way so he just took it off and he trained shirtless

but you weren’t complaining though hehehe

when you first made out you flinched in shock because you felt cursed energy from the marking on his tongue

you got addicted afterward…

I imagine him to have like really nice (?) aegyo sal and really pretty eyes

his love language (giving) is 10000% physical touch and teasing you

he does that “what’s that?” rizz shit and you fall for it every time

he went viral on tiktok for doing the dance to sekai no owari’s habit in his uniform because he did it COMPLETELY nonchalant despite shaking ass like he does it for a living

it was his first public tiktok too and it had 637.2k likes in 5 days

you’re like wtf and he’s just like the algorithms just love me (cuz he’s lwk famous on twt too)

the comments are like “lol how did his scarf not fall down” “oniisan were you forced to do this” “he looks like he would have a pretty face” “show us your face”

and then like yuuji (whos posts somewhat regularly) makes him do the kawaiikute gomen trend a month after toge’s habit tiktok and again he did it hella nonchalant

that one went crazy too it got 721.6k likes in 6 days

“this is the habit guy” “I knew he would have a cute face” “what’s with the weird makeup?” everyone’s just thirsting for him because he’s so nonchalant

you, and everyone who knows him, however, know that it’s a fuckING FACADE

he looks quiet and you’d think he would be cuz he can’t talk normally but he fucking yaps as if people understand him

he makes sure you know his opinion on everything

you’re watching a movie and he’s spitting “okaka! takana ikura ikura ikura!” every nine seconds

I mean he talks with the tone/intonation of what he actually means to say so it’s actually easy to understand him

and it’s only words he can’t say so he screams laughs and emotes like a normal teenage boy

he hates waking up early but you like taking walks in the morning sometimes and he never misses it for you

he loves you sm hehhehehe

part 3 coming soon! comment or submit an ask if you’d like to be tagged to the waffle cafe date!!

[ladyaes]

I need the Diaz family accepting Buck as Eddie’s boyfriend before Eddie even admits to himself that he wants Buck as his boyfriend.

I can’t get this Buddie fanfic idea out of my head, but since I know I’m never actually gonna write it, I figured I’d just share it here. Basically, it’d be the entire Diaz family going through this big, dramatic internal struggle to accept Eddie dating a guy (Buck) and blessing their relationship��all while Eddie and Buck have no idea any of this is happening. The plot could play out during Christopher’s birthday. In my idea, Eddie goes to El Paso for Chris’s birthday and brings Buck along. Because of the way they act around each other—and the fact that Eddie’s family probably has their suspicions about him not being straight (let’s be real, Latin families are very close and have a radar for this stuff)—the Diaz family assumes they’re a couple. And from there, the whole internal and external struggle begins within the family, with Eddie and Buck completely clueless.

First off, I wanna say I’m Latina, and 100% of this idea comes from my own life experiences within my culture. Obviously, Latin culture isn’t just one thing since it covers so many countries and subcultures, but there are some things that are basically universal.

Why do I think Eddie’s family would accept Buck? Because the only other person he introduced to the family was this white American woman they obviously couldn’t stand, and, ironically, Buck checks all the boxes of the “perfect wife” in the eyes of Latin moms, grandmas, and aunts and the “perfect husband” in the eyes of Latin dads, grandpas, and uncles.

Unfortunately, in our cultural context, traditional gender roles are still really strong for older generations, and even those who are more progressive tend to put these roles onto same-sex couples because they can’t quite picture a relationship without a “man” and a “woman” role.

So, I imagine Eddie’s whole family would evaluate Buck the same way they’d evaluate a girlfriend or boyfriend.

Important qualities for a good first impression as a Latina girlfriend:

Helpful: when the family gets together, it usually involves a ton of food, and that’s the women’s responsibility (I know, I know °_°). If a girl is introduced to the family and doesn’t help in the kitchen, she’s automatically seen as lazy, and if she tries to help but can’t do the basics, she’s seen as useless.

And we know Buck can cook pretty well.

Loud and talkative: I know that for Americans, people who are loud and super expressive might come off as rude, but for us, it’s normal. So if you’ve just been introduced to the family and stay too quiet, it might make a bit of a bad impression.

Buck’s expressive enough to fit right into a Latin household.

He’s involved, kind, takes amazing care of Chris, is superstitious, smart, and attractive. All he’s missing is being Catholic and female to be the dream daughter-in-law for every Latin mom.

And from the men’s perspective, he’s perfect too.

He’s got a stable, good-paying job, he’s strong, knows about repairs and construction, and he’s got that friendly, open vibe that makes it easy to bond. Plus, he’s a firefighter with loads of heroic stories. That alone would put him on a pedestal as the dream son-in-law.

I can just picture Buck spending hours setting up tents and tables, chatting with the men about firefighter stories, and then spending hours with the women, helping in the kitchen, talking to them, and listening to their stories.

By the end of the visit, after lots of private discussions, the Diaz family would welcome Buck into the family, and he wouldn’t even realize it. Since there’s still that ingrained prejudice, it’d be more like a blessing in disguise. Buck would get home exhausted, happy, and with a recipe to cleanse bad energy from his apartment (coarse salt).

When they finally do get together, it takes Eddie months to work up the courage to tell his family. But when he finally does, they’re so confused (since they thought the two had already been together for at least a year) that they end up thinking the news Eddie’s so nervous to share is actually that he proposed to Buck.

[qtkat]

being eric cartman’s babysitter would include…

gender: female she/her (being referred to as a girl, as well)

warnings: use of y/n (I KNOW OKAY)

request: nope

a/n: thank you all so much for the likes and reblogs on my first post! i appreciate more than you’d think haha. these headcanons are set when you’ve been his babysitter for a while now, and are based on actually liking you, since i love the mother/older sister figure and eric dynamic (and also i don’t think there’d be much to write about if eric hated you, other than if it’s an enemies to friends i guess lol). also if you want these type of hcs for any of the others just lmk! also wanted to lyk i was fucking smacked writing this, so if there’s any mistakes tell me and i’ll fix them.

- eric dragging you along with him everywhere

- like genuinely dragging you by the wrist and booking it type

- he’s probably tried to take you to school with him

- the bell rings when you were just done getting ready for school and he’s just standing there like ‘ 😃 ‘

- you’re just staring back at him confused

- after a while he’s like “well, are you gonna put on your jacket?”

- FULLY SERIOUS

- and you’re like “what”

- and he just sighs, head down, pinching his nose, “jesus y/n, just puT THE DAMN COAT ON.” (squealing like a little piggy btw)

- “christ, okay - okay.”

- you have one arm in as you’re dragged down the path leading up to your house

- he forced you to drive and you were honestly so disoriented you just did it

- he marches into school, jaw locked dude 😭😭

- everyone is staring, like mr mackey fully stopped in his tracks but didn’t say anything

- mr garrison is so confused bro 😭

- “eric!”

- “yeees” (aka yiiiis)

- “why did you bring a teenage girl with you to school?!!!??”

- ofc you had to leave, because duh??

- don’t worry too much though, the little gremlin made your exit very dramatic

- full on screaming punching the ground at you slowly back away

- i read once about eric dragging out your name like he does his moms, and he does that here too

- has probably accidentally called you mom once (we don’t talk about that)

- you guys have sleepovers

- it’s actually so cute, whenever you’re set to come to his house he gets so excited

- like he’s so hyper the whole day of the sleepover

- his mother is not to disturb

- you improvise stories about clyde frog for him all night, setting up a theater with the plushie in hand

- now presenting: eric and clyde frog go to space

- .. -or the wild west, taking over the world, etc.

- he always opens up to you so much at these sleepovers

- like just fully starts telling you about how hard he has it without a dad

- has cried in your arms multiple times (we don’t talk about that)

- you were so there during the stick of truth

- you’re like an alchemist or a red mage (or a combination, if they’ll allow that)

- this is how you formally meet the other boys

- they like you, even though they didn’t really talk with you too much

- i think it’s pretty obvious to everyone eric is a jealous person, so he wouldn’t like sharing your attention much (hence you not really talking to the other boys)

- if you ever need to go away for an extended amount of time he will freak

- tries to manipulate you into staying like how he did his mom in the real estate episode

- also you better hope he’s the only kid you’re babysitting

- oh boy if he finds out you’re babysitting, like, butters or something he would throw a fit

- i swear

- so in conclusion you have gained 10 extra bucks an hour and a child making you hang out with him 24/7

- you guys have a sweet relationship

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Free To Be You And Me

Masterlist pt 1

Masterlist pt 2

Days had passed since the day Sam left off on his own, and Dean and I pretty much do our best to continue on as if nothing happened. But it honestly felt weird without Sam. Dean stayed mostly quiet that first night after Sam left and it was just really odd, and a bit worrying, with him not saying anything.

I wanted to talk to him but it was like he knew I was gonna say something and he would shake his head at me. I frown at him but don't say a word. Then that night, as we got ready for bed at the motel, I got in bed next to him and he pulled me close to him, held me tight. I frown, worried, as I hug him back and run my fingers through his short hair as he buries his face into the space where my neck and shoulder meet. We stayed like that until we fell asleep.

Hours later, I felt Dean twitching and I heard him grunt and groan. "No...no..don't..." he grumbles and I sit up and place my hands on his chest. "Dean, Dean, wake up." I said as he continues to twitch. "Don't...leave...(y/n)..." he mumbles and I shake his shoulder. "Dean!" I shouted and his eyes snap open and he sits up as well.

Then he turns to me. "Thank God." He mutters, sounding like he ran a mile, as he goes to embrace me. "Hey, hey, hey....it's okay." I said as I run my hand up and down his back. He hugs me for a few moments then he pulls back to look at me. 

"What's wrong?" I asked him and his eyes shift down, almost like he was embarrassed. "Dean, you can tell me." I assured him as his green eyes looks back into mine. "I-I-I just..it felt so real..." he said and I furrow my brow. "What did you dream about?" I asked him. "You leaving me." He said. I give him a sympathetic look then cup his face. 

"I'm right here, Dean. You know I'd never, ever leave you." I assured him. "I'll always be here by your side." I said and Dean stares into my eyes for a bit longer then nods and leans his forehead against mine. Then I go and give him a kiss on the lips and he cups my face in his hands. Moments later, we lay back down on the bed and just hold each other until we fall back asleep.

So now here we are, few days later, finishing a job with a vampire. We got back from killing it and Dean had gotten his jacket covered in blood. Dean goes to lay down on the bed as I dampen a washcloth in the motel room sink and start to clean his jacket. Then I look up at the mirror and see Castiel and Ariel standing behind me, this makes me let out a small scream.

"(Y/n)?!" Dean said and I thump the sink. "God. Don't do that, you two!" I yelled at the angels. "Hello, (y/n)." Castiel said then he turns to Dean, who was standing behind him. "Hello, Dean." He greets. "Greetings, you two." Ariel said as I turn around and see that Cas and Ariel are pretty close to me.

"Guys, we've talked about this. Personal space?" I said to them. "Our apologies." Castiel said and he and Ariel step back and I grab Dean's jacket and walk towards Dean. "How'd you find us? I thought we were flying below the angel radar." Dean asked then as he rubs his ribs to illustrate the point.

"You are. Bobby told us where you two were." Ariel said as her and Castiel look around the motel room. "Where's Sam?" Castiel asked us while Dean puts on his jacket without looking at the angel. "Us and Sam are taking separate vacations for a while. So." Dean replied.

"You find God yet?" I asked them. "More importantly, can I have my damn necklace back, please?" Dean asked, annoyed. "No, we haven't found him." Castiel said. "That's why we're here. We need your help." Ariel said. "With what? God hunt? Not interested." Dean said. "It's not God. It's someone else." said Castiel. 

"Who?" Dean and I asked. "Archangel. The one who killed us." Castiel said and Dean and I share a look of confusion. "'Scuse me?" Dean asked. "His name is Raphael." Ariel said and I raise an eyebrow. "You two were wasted by a teenage mutant ninja angel?" I asked them. "We've heard whispers that he's walking the earth. This is a rare opportunity." Castiel said while I noticed that Ariel had rolled her eyes at my comment.

"For what? Revenge?" Dean asked. "Information." Ariel said as Dean goes over to the sink, picks up his knife and a washcloth, and starts to clean the knife. "So, what, you think you can find this dude and he's just gonna spill God's address?" Dean asked. "Yes, because we are gonna trap him and interrogate him." Ariel said and Dean pauses and turns to them.

"You two are serious about this." Dean said and the two angels turn to face us. "So, what we're Thelma and you two are Louise and we're just going to hold hands and sail off this cliff together?" Dean asked, sarcastically, and Castiel stares at him, confused, while Ariel kinda smiled, knowingly.

"That's a decent comparison." She said and Dean, Castiel and I look at her. "What? I've dabbled into watching some movies." Ariel said and I shake my head as if to say Alrighty then. "Give me one good reason why we should do this." Dean said. "Because you're Michael's vessel and no angel will dare harm you." Castiel said and Dean looks at him.

"Oh, so I'm your bullet shield." he said, looking between Castiel and Ariel. "What about me? Aren't I in danger?" I asked. "You should be safe as well." Ariel said, a bit confidently. "How are you so sure?" I asked her, suspiciously. Her eyes dart to the side for a moment. "Just trust me." She said then she turns to Dean.

"Anyway...We need your help because you two are the only ones who'll help us. Please." She said and Dean considers it then looks at me and I shrug. "All right, fine." Dean said as he turns to the angels. "Where is he?" I asked them. "Maine. Let's go." Castiel said and he reaches both of his hands out to touch mine and Dean's forehead but Dean leans away.

"Whoa." Dean said and Castiel removes his hands. "What?" Castiel asked as Ariel scrunches her face up in confusion. "Last time you zapped me someplace I didn't poop for a week." Dean said and I face-palm. "Too much information, Dean." I said as he shrugs and goes to grab his keys. "We're driving." He stated.

Waterville, Maine

"And we're here why?" I asked as Dean, Cas, Ariel and I get out of the Impala. "A deputy sheriff laid eyes on the archangel." Ariel said. "And he still has eyes?" Dean asked and Castiel and Ariel nod.

"All right, what's the plan?" I asked. "We'll...tell the officer that he witnessed an angel of the Lord, and the officer will tell us where the angel is." Castiel said and Dean and I give him a Are you serious? look. "Seriously? You're going to walk in there and tell him the truth?" Dean asked him, disbelieving. 

"Why not?" Castiel asked, genuine. "Because we're humans." I said as Dean pulls out a couple of fake ID's and stashes one inside Castiel's coat, then adjusts his coat and tie then he hands the other badge to Ariel, who takes it and examine it, then he goes to straighten her jacket. "And when humans want something really, really bad, we lie." Dean said as he does all of this. "Why?" Castiel asked him, confused. "Because that's how you become President." I said.

"Deputy Framingham?" Dean asked as we entered the sheriff's office. The deputy turns around and Dean and I hold up our FBI ID. "Hi. Alonzo Mosely and May Parker, FBI. These two are our partners, Eddie Moscone and Mary-Jane Watson." Dean said and Cas does nothing while Ariel goes to hold up her badge, a bit of a smile on her lips.

She looks over at Cas then elbows his side and he turns to look at her then catches on. He then pulls out his FBI ID, which he displays upside-down, I turn it over for him. "He's, uh, he's new. Mind if we ask you a few questions?" I asked. "Yeah, sure. Talk here, though." Framingham said as he indicates his right ear and leads us to his office.

"Hearing's all blown to hell in this one." He said. "That happen recently?" Dean asked him. "Yeah. Gas station. Why you're here, isn't it?" Framingham said. "Yes, it is." Dean said and we all sit down, Dean at one down, Castiel sits next to him, Ariel next to Cas and I next to Ariel.

"You mind just, uh, running us through what happened?" I asked him. "A call came in. Disturbance out at the Pump and Go on Route 4." Framingham explains. "What kind of disturbance?" Dean asked. "Would not have believed my eyes if I hadn't seen it myself. We're talking a riot. Full scale." Framingham said.

"How many?" asked Dean. "Thirty, forty, in all-out kill-or-be-killed combat?" Framingham said, shrugging. "Any idea what set them off?" I asked. "It's angels and demons, probably." Castiel said and Framingham looks at him, stunned. "They're skirmishing all over the globe." Castiel said to him and I run my hands over my eyes.

"Come again?" Framingham asked then he turns to Dean. "What did he say?" he asked. "Nothing." Ariel said as she lightly side-kicks at Castiel's leg, to make him stop. "Demons, you know, drink, adultery. We all have our demons, Walt." she said, quickly, as she gives a smile. I was kinda impressed with her, for an angel she's doing pretty good at lying.

"I guess." Framingham said and Dean looks at Castiel. "Anyway. What happened next?" I asked Framingham, changing subject. "Freaking explosion, that's what. They said it was one of those underground gas tanks, but, uh, I don't think so." Framingham said. "Why not?" Dean asked. "Wasn't your usual fireball. It was, um—" Framingham said, then he trails off as he thinks. "Pure white." Castiel and Ariel said and Framingham nods.

"Yeah. Gas station was leveled. Everyone was...it was just horrible. And I see this one guy, kneeling, real focused-like, not a damn scratch on him." he said. "You know him?" I asked him. "Donnie Finneman. Mechanic there." Framingham replied. "Let me guess, he just, uh, vanished into thin air?" Dean asked. "Uh, no, Kolchak. He's down at Saint Pete's." Framingham said and Castiel and Ariel share a look before Castiel turns to Dean. "Saint Pete's." he repeats and Dean rolls his eyes. "Thank you." he said. 

We go to the hospital and observe Donnie, who was sitting in a wheelchair in a catatonic state, from the hallway window. "I take it that's not Raphael anymore." Dean said. "Just an empty vessel." Castiel replied.

"So is this what I'm looking at if Michael jumps in my bones?" Dean asked. "No, not at all. Michael is much more powerful. It'll be far worse for you." Castiel said and Dean looks away. "Way to sugar-coat it, Cas." I said, sarcastically, while I noticed Ariel look a bit worried and sad as she stares at Donnie.

We stopped at one of my nearby safehouses and decided to relax there. Ariel and Castiel had to leave to get something, so Dean and I were left alone here. Dean walks through the kitchen area, paging through John's journal. I was sitting on the table when Dean sits next to me and sets the journal down on the table.

Dean sighs and goes to turn to me but he slightly jumped. I turn around and saw Castiel and Ariel standing behind us, Ariel holding a ceramic jar. "Where've you two been?" Dean asked them. "Jerusalem." Ariel said.

"Oh, how was it?" I asked them. "Arid." Castiel replied and sets the jar on the table. "What's that?" Dean and I asked. "It's oil. It's very special. Very rare." Ariel replied as her and Cas take a couple of chairs and sit down.

"Okay, so we trap Raphael with a nice vinaigrette?" Dean asked him, with sarcasm. "No." Castiel and Ariel said, in unison. "So this ritual of yours, when does it got to go down?" I asked. "Sunrise." Castiel replied. "Tell me something. You keep saying we're gonna trap this guy. Isn't that kinda like trapping a hurricane with a butterfly net?" Dean asked. "No, it's harder." Castiel replied, casually.

"Do we have any chance of surviving this?" I asked. "You two do." Ariel said as she points at me and Dean. "So odds are you two are dead men tomorrow." Dean said. "Yes." Castiel said while Ariel nods, slightly.

"Well. Last night on earth. What are your plans?" Dean asked them. "I just thought I'd sit here quietly." Castiel said and Ariel shrugs. "Not really sure." She replied. "Come on, anything? Booze, women?" Dean asked then turns to Ariel. "Men?" He asked and the two angels look at us then away, uncomfortable.

"You have been with women before. Right? Or an angel, at least?" Dean asked Castiel, who rubs the back of his neck. "What about you? You ever been with a guy or another angel?" I asked Ariel, who shuffles in place. "You mean to tell us you two have never been up there doing a little cloud-seeding?" Dean asked the two angels. "Look, I've never had occasion, okay?" Castiel said, defensively. "It's never really been a concern of mine." Ariel said and Dean and I share a look before he sighs.

"All right." He mutters as he grabs his jacket. "Let me tell you two something. There are two things I know for certain. One, Bert and Ernie are gay. Two, you two are not gonna die virgins. Not on my watch. Let's go." Dean said and he leaves. Castiel and Ariel stare after him then look over at me.

I shrug and gesture for them to follow me and we leave the building.

Later, Dean dropped me and Ariel off at the bar while he took Castiel to a brothel. Ariel and I were sitting at the bar and the bartender handed us our drinks. "So, this is...beer?" Ariel asked me as she picks up the mug. "Yep, may not be good for you but it does help wash away your woes." I said and Ariel takes a sip of it.

"Ack!" She exclaims, in disgust. "That is revolting." She said, her face scrunched up. "Yeah, when you have a few more sips it goes down easier." I said. "How do you humans keep drinking this?" She asked me. "Well, there are other types of drinks here. Different varieties for different types of people." I said as Ariel looks down at her drink.

"I'm almost too scared to even try the others." She said and I chuckle. I then notice a man a few seats down the bar, looking at us. Actually it looks like he’s checking Ariel out. “Hey.” I said, keeping my eyes on the man. Ariel looks up from her drink and I nod towards the man. “You got quite the stud checking you out.” I said.

Ariel turns to look at the man, who smirks at her and raises his drink slightly in acknowledgment. “Oh. That nice.” Ariel said, looking back down at her drink and seeming a little nervous.

“Why don’t you go talk to him?” I suggested. “I believe that would be a horrible idea. I’m very unfamiliar with courtship.” Ariel admitted, sheepishly. “Wow, so formal.” I said jokingly, but Ariel just stares at me. “Well lucky for you, you have me as your wingwoman. Come on.“ I said, getting up.

“Where are we going?” Ariel asked, nearly falling off her bar stool when she stood up. I walk over to the man, who was taking a sip of his drink. “Excuse me.” I said and he looks up. “I saw you checking out my friend here.” I said, dropping my hand on Ariel’s shoulder and making her jump slightly.

“I thought you two should meet.” I said, lightly pushing her to sit on the stool next to him. “Hello.” The man said, smirking at her. “Uh, yes, hello! Greetings and salutations.” Ariel said, sounding a bit nervous.

I took a seat on the stool next to Ariel, raising my glass to my lips and pretending to take a drink. “Tell him he looks nice.” I whispered to her, before actually taking a sip. “Your face is very interesting.” Ariel said and I nearly choked on my drink. “Uh…thanks. I think.” The man muttered, looking away. I cough and hit my chest, trying to clear my throat. “Try small talk.” I whispered.

“So come here often?” Ariel asked him and I smile, thinking she’s got this now. “I imagine anyone who does is probably an alcoholic.” She said and I face palm. “I do actually. I’m a steelworker and I come here to unwind.” The man replied. From his tone it sounded like he was no longer interested. “Sorry, I just remembered I got this thing I need to do.” He said, getting up and leaving without even giving a proper goodbye.

"Did I do that wrong?” Ariel asked, turning to me. “If I were to grade you, I give you an F.” I replied. “I warned you. I’m unfamiliar with this.” She said. “Yeah, you did. I just didn’t expect that. Like saying his face was interesting.” I said, taking a sip of my drink. “It was, his eyes were green. Only a 2% of the population have green eyes.” Ariel said.

“Hmph. Dean has green eyes.” I muttered. "Yes, Dean also has an interesting face." She said and I look at her and fold my arms across my chest. "Hey, that's my boyfriend you're talking about, don't make me fight you." I said and Ariel holds her hands up to me. "I meant no offense." She said and I laugh at this.

"I was kidding, Ariel." I said and she has a look of relief of her face. “Oh good. If you do have any concerns, I think you can put them to rest. I believe I wouldn’t have much better luck with him.” she said. “Probably not.” I said we share a laugh.

Then Ariel gives me a small smile but then she looks down. "You know, most of my brothers and sisters...they don't really like humans. They think you humans are below them but...after being on this Earth for the last few years, I actually don't mind humans." She explains as I watch her. "I mean, I've met some bad ones but I've met some good ones. And you and Dean, well you two are rough around the edges but you two are good." She said and I give her a curious look.

"Why do the other angels hate humans?" I asked, curiously. Ariel sighs then looks at me. "They hate that they use their free will to destroy or, in Dean's case, fight their destiny." She explains. "We were always told by our Father to follow rules and stay in line and when he created Earth and humans, he seemed fascinated by them. Which, in a way, I think has made some of my brothers and sisters angry and jealous. But me...I actually like what humans do. I think it's great you humans can choose your path and grow from it, meanwhile...the angels stay the same." She continues and I frown. "That sucks." I said but, weirdly, it kinda sounded like how John treated Sam and Dean.

We sat in silence for a moment before Ariel lets out a heavy sigh. "Which is why I really hate to tell you this but..." she said and I turn my head to her. "The reason you're gonna be fine with our confrontation with Raphael, is because, like Dean, you are a vessel." She said and my jaw drops and my eyes widen.

"What?!" I asked, stunned. Ariel nods. "Who am I a vessel for?" I asked her. She stares at me with her big blue eyes and said. "Me." 

It felt like a slap in the face as she said this and ears started to ring. "A-A-Are you serious?" I asked her. "Unfortunately, I am." She said. "So what, this whole thing between us is some weird way to get me to say yes?!" I asked, a bit angrily. "No, no, no...look, I want to try every plan I can to stop this fight with Michael and Lucifer. You being the vessel is a last resort. I was also trying to stop the seals from being broken but my siblings were on the side for the seals to be broken. I even tried to communicate to you as you slept." She said and it was like a lightbulb went off in my head. 

"So, all those dreams where I saw a figure in the white light and a high pitch ring...those were you?" I asked her and she nods. "Yeah, I'm very sorry about that. I didn't think about how my real voice would sound to the human ear." She explained. "Well, thanks for the many crappy nights." I remarked and Ariel gives me an apologetic look.

"So, what do you mean that I'm a last resort?" I asked her. "It's only for if my brothers attain their vessels. If that does happen, then it will be you as my only hope." She said. "Well, knowing Dean, he's not gonna say yes. I hope your brothers know that he is a major stubborn pain in the ass, and I'm his girlfriend, so that should say something." I said and Ariel chuckles a bit. "Yeah, I'm hoping it stays that way. I really don't want to posses you but...it is the last resort. So until then, I won't pressure you to say yes to me." She said while I think over what she just told me.

Sometime later, Dean and Castiel came to pick us up in the Impala. Apparently, Dean was also unsuccessful to get Castiel laid so we decided to just go ahead and call upon Raphael.

We sneak into the hospital and go to Donnie's room. We shut the door and close the shade as Castiel pours the oil in a circle around Donnie's wheelchair. "When the oil burns, no angel can touch or pass through the flames, or he dies." Castiel informs us. "Okay, so we trap him in a steel cage of holy fire, but one question. How the hell do we get him here?" Dean asked him. "Very simple. There's, well, almost an open phone line between a vessel and his angel. One just has to know how to dial." Ariel said and she leans down to Donnie's ear and chants in Enochian.

"I'm here, Raphael. Come and get us, you bastard." Ariel whispers and her and Castiel leave the oil circle. "Just out of curiosity, what is the average customer wait time to speak to an archangel?" I asked them. "Be ready." Castiel said and he lights a match and drops it on the oil, which bursts into a ring of flame.

"Well that's a day I'll never get back." Dean grumbles as we pull up to the safehouse then make our way inside. "Guys, wait." Ariel said as there was a bright light. Donnie was already inside the cabin, flaring with lightning in the shape of wings; now he is Raphael. Lightbulbs shatter around us. "C'mon, man!" I exclaimed.

"Ariel. Castiel." Raphael said.

"Raphael." Ariel and Castiel said as we walk closer. "And I thought you were supposed to be impressive. All you do is black out the room." Dean taunts. "And the Eastern Seaboard." Raphael said as lightning flashes outside. "It is a testament to my unending mercy that I do not smite you here and now." Raphael growled as he glares at Dean.

"Or maybe you're full of crap. Maybe you're afraid God will bring Cas and Ariel back to life again and smite you and your candy-ass skirt. By the way, hi, I'm Dean and this is my girlfriend, (y/n)." Dean said as he gestures to me and I wave. "I know who you two are. And now, thanks to them, I know where you are." Raphael said, nodding to Castiel and Ariel.

"You won't kill him. You wouldn't dare." Ariel said, in a stern voice. "But I will take him to Michael." Raphael said, pointing at Dean. "Well then. Sounds terrifying. It does. But, uh, hate to tell you, I'm not going anywhere with you." Dean said as he grabs a beer.

"Surely you remember Zachariah giving you stomach cancer?" Raphael asked him. "Yeah, that was, that was hilarious." Dean said with sarcasm. "Well, he doesn't have anything close to my imagination." Raphael threatened. "Yeah? I bet you didn't imagine one thing." I said as I stand in front of Dean, protectively. "What?" Raphael asked me and I give a bit of a smirk.

"We knew you were coming, you stupid son of a bitch." I said and I light my lighter and drop it and the Holy oil ignites in a circle around Raphael. He glares over at me and Dean. "Don't look at us, it was their idea." Dean said as he points at Cas and Ariel.

"Where is He?" Castiel asked him. "God? Didn't you hear? He's dead, Castiel. Dead." Raphael said and Castiel looked befuddled and Ariel was surprised. "What?" She asked him. "There's no other explanation. He's gone for good." he said. "You're lying." Castiel spat.

"Am I? Do you remember the twentieth century? Think the twenty-first is going any better? Do you think God would have let any of that happen if He were alive?" Raphael asked. "Oh yeah? Well then who invented the Chinese basket trick?" Dean asked and Raphael turns to him, glaring. "Careful. That's my Father you're talking about, boy." he said.

"Yeah, who would be so proud to know His sons started the frigging apocalypse." I yelled. "Who ran off and disappeared. Who left no instructions and a world to run." said Raphael. "Daddy ran away and disappeared. He didn't happen to work for the post office, did He?" Dean asked, sarcastically. "This is funny to you? You're living in a godless universe." Raphael said.

"And? What, you and the other kids just decided to throw an apocalypse while He was gone?" Dean asked him. "We're tired. We just want it to be over. We just want...paradise." Raphael replied. "So, what, God dies and makes you the boss and you decide you can do whatever you want?" I asked, curiously. "Yes. And whatever we want, we get." Raphael replied then the windows burst in.

"If God is dead, why have Castiel and I returned? Who brought us back?" Ariel asked. "Did it ever occur to you, dear sister, that maybe Lucifer raised you two?" Raphael asked her and she shakes her head. "Think about it. He needs all the rebellious angels he can find. You know it adds up." Raphael said while Ariel stands there and thinks.

"Let's go." Castiel said as he grabs Ariel’s arm and the two start to turn around. "Castiel, I'm warning you two. Do not leave me here. I will fiind both of you." Raphael said. "Maybe one day. But today, you're our little bitch." Castiel growls and he and Ariel leave, Dean and I follow but Dean stops and turns to Raphael. "What he said." Dean said and we leave.

Kinda sad leaving him here in one of my safehouses, but thank goodness my dad had purchased about two or three more safehouses for us to use.

Later, Dean was driving the Impala, I was riding shotgun and Ariel and Castiel were in the back. "You two okay?" I asked them but they stay silent. "Look, I'll be the first to tell you that this little crusade of yours is nuts, but I do know a little something about missing fathers." Dean said.

"What do you mean?" Castiel asked. "I mean there were times when I was looking for my dad when all logic said that he was dead, but I knew in my heart he was still alive. Who cares what some ninja turtle says, guys, what do you two believe?" Dean asked them. "I believe he's out there." Castiel said. "I do as well." Ariel said. "Good. Then go find him." Dean said.

"What about you two?" Castiel asked him. I look over at Dean, who kept staring at the road, then I look over my shoulder at them. "I think we'll be good." I assured. "Even without Sam?" Ariel asked and I turn my head to Dean. "Especially without my brother. I mean, I spent so much time worrying about the son of a bitch." Dean grumbles and I frown at him as he has the slightly angry, stern look on his face.

"It's funny, you know, I've been so chained to my family, but now that it's just me and (y/n), hell, I'm happy." Dean explains and I place a hand on his thigh, patting it sympathetically. He turns his head, slightly, to me and I give a small, sympathetic smile to him. He looks back at the road and sets his right hand over mine and held onto it.

I look over my shoulder and see Ariel and Castiel are both gone. I sigh then ran my free hand over my face. "You okay?" Dean asked me as I removed my hand off of my face. "Dean...I have to tell you something." I said. "What is it?" He asked and I turn my head to him. 

"So...apparently, you're not the only person that is a vessel for an angel." I said and he turns his head to me, his brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?" He asked me and I stare into his eyes, swallowed then said. "I'm Ariel’s vessel."

@rach5ive @kitsun369 @itzabbyxx @cevans-winchester @ellie-andthemachine

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Lust for life ❤️🎸

Pairings: Hobie Brown x Reader

Warnings: VERY Very suggestive towards the end, but not smut, One dirty joke, Hobie is probably ooc, I did not portray his accent, Hobie uses nicknames like love, sweetheart, and dear, I projected heavily, Reader is implied to be afab (they wear a bra, that’s it), Gn pronouns.

Summary: It's 3:00 pm and you and Hobie are sitting in his neat but cluttered apartment bored out of your minds.

“Hobieee let’s do something I’m bored” you complain. “Like what, love?” His full attention is now on you. You start to think about what you could do, and in the end your head always comes back to one idea- shopping. “Let’s go to Target, we can use a few new items righttt” you say knowing damn well you don’t need to spend any more money. “By a few items you mean the whole store?” Hobie retorts with a smirk painting his lips. You roll your eyes at his antics, “no, I promise to only get a few items this time.” You try to convince yourself more than him, but he agrees nonetheless because how could he resist you? “Okay, fine, get dressed, we can go. But only for a few items, remember?” “Yeah yeah I remember.”

You and Hobie have now arrived at Target and you happily step out of the car ready to go shopping at your favorite store. “What exactly do we need to get?” Hobie asks curiously as you guys walk into the store. “I don’t know, maybe some new sheets, laundry detergent, and toilet paper.” You respond unaware of the way Hobie was looking at you suddenly. With the same sly smirk that he always wears, but this time it’s enhanced even more as he says “we definitely need more sheets don’t we darling?” Your eyes widen in embarrassment as you feel yourself trying to look anywhere but him. “Hobie less talking and just go get the shopping cart you perv.” Hobie chuckles at your noticeably rushed words as he gets the cart and you both make your way to get what you need.

After getting what you needed, now was the time for your favorite part. Spending your money on things that you didn’t need (but it feels like you do). “Okay so do you wanna check out the vinyls? I hope they have the ones I want” you ask Hobie as he hovers around you comparably to a tree. “Mhm maybe in a little, I actually have to look for something so I’ll come check in on you later, alright sweetheart?” He looks down at you. There he goes being so attractive without even having to try you think to yourself, but quickly snap out of it to answer. “Yeah, okay, I’ll be there.”

After he leaves you go to check out the vinyl selection and you see just what you were hoping for, Lana Del Rey “Ultraviolence” and Mitski “Be the Cowboy.” (Or anything you want). Happy with your find you go into the self care aisle to look for things so that you can restock on your favorite products. After this, you quickly head back to the vinyl section to call Hobie and tell him that your done. He picks up the phone and explains to you that there’s gonna be a change in plans, which your kinda confused about because why? But in the end you make your way to the front of the store to go pay for your items, even though Hobie would encourage you to shoplift the small ones. You see Hobie waiting at the door with two bags already in his cart. You raise your eyebrow and walk over to him “hey, what did you get?” “Oh me? You’ll havta wait to see what’s in the bag, love” he smiles at you. “Why? is it a surprise or sum?” Now you’re really wondering. “Maybe, don’t worry your pretty little head about it, now cmon let’s get outta here.”

You and Hobie make it back to his apartment and you excitedly pass through the door with your bags in his hands (he’s a gentleman). “You excited for your surprise, dear?” He grins at you holding the bags in his hand protectively. “Yeah, of course, let’s put our stuff down first and then we can reveal the ‘big surprise.’” “Sounds like a plan.”

This is the moment you’ve been waiting for since you’ve seen him with the bags. You and Hobie are sitting on his bed as he keeps the bags between his legs. You wait patiently for him to give them to you. And then he finally does so you can open it. You hurried up and opened the bags and inside was new gaming headphones, led lights, a mouse and keyboard, and also a $50 Starbucks gift card (I’m manifesting). You are positive that your smile could not have been brighter as you look at all your stuff. “Wow Hobs, you didn’t have to do this for me, this is so sweet, I didn’t even know.” “No stress, dear, you deserve it, I know how long you’ve been wanting better equipment to play the Sims 4, and the gift card was just a plus for you being so kind to me.” (I’m doing it again). “Thank you so, much I love you.” “I love you too, sweetheart.” “But Hobie if I knew you were getting me a surprise, I woulda got you one too” you say worried about not doing enough for him. “Relax love, I wanted to get you this outta the kindness of my heart, you don’t have to repay me- but you can.” Annnd he’s back. The same old non consistent Hobie with a smirk on his face, maybe you should make him eat his words you thought.

“I think I know a way” you say moving to get on top of him as you put your legs on either side of his waist. Your faces are so close, but yet you both feel as though they’re not close enough. His eyes widen but then quickly change back into their original shape. “And what do you think you’re doing, darling?” He asks with a teasing tone showing in his smooth voice. “Your gift” you briefly respond as you lean in closer to him. He accepts your answer as his hands wrap around you and stop at your lower back, keeping you steady. Hobie really wanted to kiss you, but he also found joy (read: arousal) in you making the first move. So that’s what you did. You leaned in to kiss him firmly but slowly. Hobie enjoyed this and began to kiss you more passionately once you found your pace. And after you guys both got real comfy, with hands exploring one another and moans passing through each other's lips, he suddenly flipped you over so that you were on the bottom laying with your back against the bed and he was on top. You let out a soft squeak at this, but continued. Hobies hands felt up and down your thighs, rubbing leisurely as he let out a deep moan into the kiss. Hobie was starving for more his desire for you was animalistic, and he expresses this as he pulls you closer so that now your chests are connected. You were both nearly out of breath but decided to continue kissing like your life depended on it, like you were each other's breath, like nothing else mattered. Because it didn’t as long as you were in the comfort of one another. Your hands run up and down his back underneath his distressed band t-shirt that you love so much before you both pull away to catch your breath. Hobie keeps his face next to yours as he breathes heavily with you, chests heaving up and down. He keeps this lustful look on his face with dazed eyes and wet, swollen lips. It’s the same way that you looked right now.

“You're a good kisser, you know that?” You say breaking the silence (why would you do that?). “Oh really? Well I think that we should continue just to make sure” he chuckles, but this time it’s more strained and low. He then again leans in to make out with you but this time it was different. It was more aggressive. It was like your lips were moving on their own to chase after something that you couldn’t pinpoint. The kiss was hard and deep and to make matters worse (or better) Hobie pins your hands above your head as the kiss gets more intense. You wrap your legs around his waist so you can feel him closer. His hands continued to feel up and down your thighs but this time with much more force behind them. You tug at the bottom of his shirt to let him non verbally know that you want it off. Hobie smirks at this and he couldn’t resist commenting. “You want to see me naked that bad, do you?” “Shut up” you say quickly as you watch him take off his shirt. His muscular chest was then exposed to you on full display and you made sure to not miss a single detail. His skinny waist, the shape of his pecs, and the scars that littered his abdomen that only made him look more attractive. Hobie displays a wide smile before he leans back in and kisses you with tongue. The kiss was wet and sloppy but neither of you stopped. Neither of you wanted to stop. Hobies hands move slowly down to your waist as you feel your shirt rising. You lean up against him so that he can better take off your shirt and bra. Now you take a much needed moment to look at each other, both shirtless.

Hobie moves back in and starts to squeeze your bare chest and rub against your nipples in a way that makes you crave more and your back arch. Hobies lips then press back against your neck as you feel his strong pelvis begin to grind against you, causing you both to let out a strangled moan. The tension was suffocating and you're pretty sure you both were throbbing by now. Apparently Hobie felt it too as his long and rough fingers started to unbutton his jeans. You look up at the ceiling, hoping that it will tell you a magical answer to keep your heart from racing and your eyes from wandering down to see his long length. You’re needy and waiting for the next move. Aching to get out of the confines of your jeans to feel him in his entirety. But then he suddenly stops and looks at you, he stares straight into your eyes and says

“Keep your eyes on me sweetheart, I want to show you just how much I appreciate you.”

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The Mentorship, Part 16

The Mentorship

Characters: Curt Hennig/FemOC , Scott Hall/FemOC

Part 16 of ? (Parts not chapters, parts length varies)

Warnings/Considerations: Smut, Age Gap, Power Dynamics, Dirty Talk, swearing

Word Count: 2370

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part8

Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 (will update with links)

Tag List: @writeandsurvive @theweaselandthekilt (feel free to ask to be added)

Brinkley missed training with Curt. Scott and Kevin were great, but there was something different about learning from two people. Some of it was contradictory and therefore confusing. She was also fairly sure Kevin was a sadist who was out to cause her as much pain without leaving marks as much as he could.

But she had learned how to land a decent, loud chest chop that left a mark without killing her hand. But she still could feel the heat of Kevin’s open palm on her skin, he made sure to show her how not to do them as well, that is unless she was handing out receipts.

“Pretty sure he's just doing this to get a chance at touching my boobs,” Brinkley looked at the red handprint that was quickly dissipating. At least he kept them high and didn't land a cheap lower shot.

“Who could blame him?” Scott stared at her chest for a moment, “He did fess up and tell me he saw ‘em,” he smirked at her.

“What?? When? Oh….Omaha wasn't it,” she recalled him helping her put her top on. He hadn't obviously ogled her, but she was sure it was hard not to look at all, “And here I thought he was trying to just be a nice guy.”

“Yeeeep, he congratulated me,” Scott pulled on his knee pads, “Told him they get plenty of attention. And I’m sure he was being a nice guy, but…it’s boobs, baby. We’re guys…we’re gonna look at boobs,”

“Can't tell you how flattering it is to hear how you boys talk about my tits,” she rolled her eyes, but was indeed a little flattered that after all of the women they'd seen, they still found hers noteworthy. But she couldn’t help but hear the hypocrisy, she could imagine he wouldn’t be too thrilled if she was ogling the dicks flopping around in the locker room and then chatting hip the girls backstage about them.

Scott watched her as he laced up his boots. He should tell her how he felt soon. She put up with a lot on the road including his mood swings and drunken behavior and still was just as interested in him as she was on day one. She complimented him well, too. She made him want to be better - he hoped that part would last.

“You know,” she knew there was never a good time to bring it up, “We are going to have to work on the match. With Curt…” she was too inexperienced to work this match on the fly and they all knew it. She would have loved to have the four of them practice in a ring like before.

She'd seen Kevin and Curt speaking, but Scott was still icing him out. She definitely felt the dichotomy of the situation. On one hand, she felt protected by Scott, on the other, she just wanted to move past this and go back too how things used to be with Curt.

If only she knew what “used to be” meant.

“I know,” Scott’s tone turned more serious, “We can figure something out, if that's what you want,” he stated flatly.

“He and I talked a little. Said everything that needed to be said. I think we are in an ok place,” she knew this topic was a sore spot for him, but it was an elephant in the room they could no longer ignore.

“As long as you're ok, baby girl, so am I,” Scott said, his tone still serious, “Oh…and that reminds me,” his intonation changed.

She looked up at him, pausing from tying her own boots.

“Have you given any more thought to maybe messing around with Kev?” Scott watched her carefully. He could see that it still made her uncomfortable. It had been a couple of weeks since he brought it up. He guessed it wasn't likely in the cards. He was a little jealous that she had done it for Curt, but had to remind himself that her consent had not been part of the deal.

And he remembered the relieved look on her face when she'd realized it was him.

He had to wonder if she got a couple of drinks in her if she might change her mind.

“I haven’t really thought that much more about it…,” She admitted, “Would it make things weird? Have you guys done this before?” She had questions, but hadn’t been sure how to ask them. She noticed that Scott seemed flustered, unprepared for follow up questions.

“I don’t think it’ll make things any different. Not like Kev’s gonna fall for you or anything,” He could have kicked himself for how cold that sounded, he was not selling this well at all. He cleared his throat a little, “And there’s been a couple times over the last decade…” He tried to qualify it with a long time frame so it didn’t seem as frequent.

Brinkley nodded, not faulting him for his honesty, “Can I have a little more time?” She asked as she stood and straightened her outfit in the mirror.

“Baby, take all the time you want,” Scott walked up behind her, running his hands down her arms. She turned, reaching up on her tiptoes and softly kissed him. At that moment, Curt walked into the locker room and Brinkley felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Curt did not make eye contact with either of them, but Scott stared him down.

“Brink, why don't you give us a minute,” Scott asked, requesting that she leave the locker room. She looked worriedly between the two. She didn't want them to have it out right before Curt's match.

“It's fine, Brinkley,” Curt had to guard himself from calling her ‘baby girl’, he was still trying to gauge Scott’s mood. If he had to take a shot, he would, but any more and a full blown fight might break out.

She looked at Scott once more, still reluctant to leave.

“Brink” Scott asked once more, nodding his head toward the door. She left this time, pacing up and down the hallways nearby, never hearing a raised voice or the din of anything violent. She wondered what the world they could still both be saying. Her mind made the dark, but amusing joke that they were working out a schedule for her so she could fuck them both without stepping on each other’s toes. She decided to keep that one to herself.

Unable to stand the anxiety, she walked beyond that hallway, trying to distract herself with an informal Nitro Girls practice, letting Spice teach her some of the moves. It was a momentary fun distraction - she forgot about everything that had happened, even just for a moment. She wished she could confide in some of these women with what’d been happening, but she’d been so preoccupied with training or men that she hadn’t been particularly available to make many friends beyond who she rode with. And she could still hear Curt's warning of being careful of who to trust.

She could change that if she wanted, it would probably make time on the road more tolerable and keep her from grating on the guys’ nerves so much. She asked if she could hang out more often and at least Spice, Fyre, and Whisper seemed positive about it, none were particularly negative .

Brinkley left on her own for the gorilla, watching the time carefully. She found herself looking forward to those few moments before they walked through the curtain. She knew even that would stop soon once she transitioned over to the Outsiders. She wondered what the conversation had been and if Curt would tell her. She might be able to pry it out of him if she was slick about it.

She walked through the first curtains, relieved that Curt was already there, checking over his look in a mirror they kept in the corner. She noticed a spot he’d missed on the back of his shoulder that wasn’t oiled up. She grabbed the emergency bottle left in the gorilla for such a purpose and put a little in her hand.

She rubbed it on him without saying anything, glancing over to make sure he hadn’t missed anything else.

“Back to the green?” Curt questioned her original gear as he turned around and looked her over. She could have worn a trashbag and the crowd would have eaten it up.

“Yeah, don't wanna wear out the new stuff too fast. Plus you said these shorts make my ass look good,” she turned to show off her profile, “Still true,”

“Good to see you're still doing your squats,” he appreciated her display and her flirtatious banter, “worried you'd get lazy,”

“Not at all. In fact I've added another 25 pounds to it,” she bragged. He seemed to be in a decent mood, the conversation couldn't have been too bad, “When we get out to the ring…you can verify if you want,” she offered as his music started playing, sticking her tongue out at him. She knew she shouldn't offer such things. But it would help sell the kayfabe in the ring, she told herself.

Curt looked at her with much too serious of an expression, only grinning once they got to the ramp and he turned on his cocky charm.

He didn't so much smack it as subtly pat her backside as a football teammate would. He felt enough to know she was telling the truth. As he locked up with the jobber, he felt somewhat distracted and forgot the next few moves. He was good enough to fake through it. Part of him was irritated a bit that he let her get to him so easily, though.

Brinkley recognized his fog, jumping up on the apron as he elbowed the opponent in his face and leaned against the turnbuckle. She whispered the parts of the match she could remember. He would miss this when she was no longer his partner.

As she jumped down, she felt arms wrap around her middle and lift her from the ground. She recognized the thick, hairy forearms right away, still fighting against Scott though in all actuality she hadn’t been aware they were coming out to interfere. It was sometimes hard to keep a straight face working against Scott, she thought it might get easier the closer they got, but that wasn't always true.

She kicked and cussed at him, fans reaching out to pull him back but he stayed just out of their reach. She really tried to sell the struggle, nearly pulling him down to the ground with her.

“I like it when they fight back,” he murmured in her ear and she had to use all of her self restraint not to groan or give up struggling. She watched as Kevin kept Curt occupied as Scott started dragging her away, “Keep up that squirming, feels good against my dick,” he mumbled just low enough that the camera wouldn't pick it up.

“PUT ME DOWN ASSHOLE!” she screamed fighting against smiling, trying to thrash against him as he backed up the entrance way. She yelled out to Curt for help, he finally looked away from Kevin to see the ploy, amused at their impromptu setup. He booked it from the ring, taking the countout, but wailing on Scott who sold it beautifully. She joined in on stomping him just as Kevin yanked her by the wrist towards him. Curt switched targets aiming at Kevin now as he reached to grab Brinkley who Kevin held like a ragdoll on his hip.

She eventually swung her fist into his crotch, realizing it was a little more than a glancing blow and completely inadvertent. But he fell to his knees and loosened his grip on her, Curt grabbing her by the hand and pulling her back to him. He played up checking if she was ok as she pouted animatedly.

“Don't worry, baby, I won't let them get their hands on you,” Curt said loud enough for the camera. He enjoyed the way she hung off his shoulder until they got to the gorilla.

“What was that about?” She asked, knowing Scott and Kevin would be close behind.

“What? Didn't like it?” Curt laughed a little as the other two passed the curtain.

“Did you guys…were you all in on this?” She looked surprised between them.

“Figured you'd get a kick out of it,” Scott smirked, “You are getting a lot better at improvising,”

“Yeah…she got a kick out of it…” Kevin was a little more snide, his balls having taken the brunt of her blow, slightly sore.

“You guys…” she couldn't help but smile, knowing they came up with it together, “Does this mean we can practice the match tomorrow??” She was excited; the pay per view was just around the corner and she needed the practice to show creative she could actually work. She started to realize what the conversation had likely been about in the locker room - though it probably didn’t initially start that way.

However it had happened, she was thankful for peace being made.

“Yes and yes…” Scott took her hand again. She loved how often he would show displays of affection like this. The rest of the roster was used to seeing it by now, but sometimes some would make a playfully teasing comment, “we'll have all day tomorrow since we aren't on TV again until Thursday. And with all of us staying at my place,” Scott added at the end.

“Wait.. what?” She knew they were going to Orlando and that Scott and herself were staying at his house.

“Yeah, Kev, Curt, and a couple other guys will probably stop by to hang out tomorrow night…make a party out of it,” He shrugged.

Brinkley could hardly comprehend all the plans that had obviously been made unbeknownst to her. She couldn't say she was upset, if anything she was relieved that water seemed to be flowing under the bridge. But they would all be staying under one roof. The back of her mind spun a little bit with possibilities, though she tried to stifle it.

[crispy0nion]

Spill the tea

with pleasure. btw this is gonna contain slight mentions of me being a depressed fuck a few years ago. also it's kinda long

ok so, about four years ago during my first year of hs, i met this guy in my class, he was a little shit but we instantly clicked. immediately became best friends, dude basically lived in my house lmao. we went on vacation together that summer, and we had a blast. literally one of the best summers of my life i had sm fun.

second year of hs starts, and suddenly he's not talking to me or any of our friends anymore. literally just ignores us and hangs out with some other guys from our class instead. weird asf, but he was being a real dick so me and my friends quickly dropped the thing and opted for mutual disinterest.

i have no idea how or why, but near the end of the year one of our friends managed to talk with him, and he completely switches up. now he's talking to everyone like nothing happened.

except for me.

he's not talking to me. actually he is actively ignoring my existence. "what an asshole" you'll say. "so did your friends say anything, maybe drop him for acting like that?" lmao. please.

this guy used to be a loser btw. scrawny little guy who would only talk about anime. then after this year of ignoring us, he had suddenly turned into this cool, unbothered guy who will destroy your self confidence in 0.5 seconds if he doesnt like your vibe, but he does so in a " i'm effortlessly funny" way. basically, he's infuriating if you're not his friend. which apparently i wasn't anymore??

so anyways, the point is he's got everyone bouncing on his dick. classmates swarm him like flies to a lamp. he's the coolest guy around, he's so funny. that includes my friends btw. so i spend the third year of highschool feeling like no one actually wanted me around, cause they had him. but i was clinically depressed and i knew that i couldn't handle any more drama, so i said nothing and tried acting like nothing happened, ngl it was pretty pathetic looking back 💀

the thing kinda peaks when we decide to go on a trip together during the summer. that was so shitty bro i wanted to walk in traffic i genuinely felt like they would be having i better time without me there.

but anyways, i survive that somehow. that was early in the summer, i use the rest of it to work of my mental health and by the time my fourth year starts i was doing much better. my friends also stopped being assholes lmao, i suspect they heard me when during the vacation i cried to my mom on the phone for two hours and they felt bad but uhm. regardless. dude was still pretending i didnt exist.

good for him ig. i decide i've been pathetic enough and just start ignoring him the same way he ignored me. the mutual ignoring goes great, i'm doing much better. near the end of the year me and my friends (The Guy wasn't there) get drunk as shit and i decide to bring up this issue. i get some feedback from my friends: one of them tried asking him what happened between us and he answered "go fuck yourself". cool. another person thinks he has a crush on me and is shit at managing it. fair guess but it's an asshole move. someone else says maybe i accidentally hurt him. also a good guess, but i didn't do anything, and if i did, i didn't do it on purpose and he should've said something. overall, we're all confused.

school year ends, we organize another trip. i'm stressed as fuck. then on the first evening, he asks if someone can put his powerbank in their bag cause he doesnt have one, and i offer mine since i was the only one with extra space.

and i guess i broke his brain, because now he's talking to me like the previous two years never happened. which is. wild.

but i decide to be nice and cool about it and go along with it. we're civil to eachother. dare i say he acts weirdly friendly sometimes, which was actually genuinely shocking for me. he literally split his food with me of his own volition. TWO TIMES. wtf???? i also dont get marginalized this time!! i had the best time of my life actually!! my bed almost caught fire but that's a completely different story.

so uhm. i spend the remaining month and a half of summer wondering if he's still gonna be like this when school starts? cause if i know one thing, it's that he might change his mind for no reason.

the answer is no btw. it's like the trip never happened. today was our fifth day and the only time we talked this entire week was when i asked him something about class and he answered LOOKING AT THE PERSON NEXT TO ME. AS IF THAT GUY HAD ASKED THE QUESTION AND NOT ME??

he and the rest of my friends (except for one who wasn't available) are hanging out rn btw. they went to the cinema. "why are you saying they and not us" cuz i didn't get a fucking invite lmao. we're back at the start babeyyyy im going to walk into the sea.

anyways that's the drama. i left out a LOT of details to avoid making a kilometric post but uhm. opinions? do y'all think he got dropped on his head as a child? cause i know i was but i'm not this much of a crazy asshole.

[fandomtherapy44]

castiel x reader

Summary: This story is from the perspective of Y/n Winchester. The sister Of Sam and Dean. We will be starting from season four since sadly we did not get Misha Collins as Castiel throughout the whole series. It will start off as a friendship, but it will grow more as the series goes on. I will be skipping some episodes even though they are great episodes they do not push the story forward. I am so excited to get to write this since there are not many Castiel X reader stories out there. Okay without further due Love War & Grace enjoy the Story.

Paring: Castiel X Reader

Word count: 4,674

Warnings: Some language, Typical Supernatural violence, Spoilers for season four of Supernatural

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POV:(Y/n)

Wow, wow, wow my life is well let’s just say people aren’t usually yearning for it like a Disney movie. My feet still hurt from wearing those heels. I mean props to the people who rock them but with our lifestyle I don’t really have the room to wear them. We entered the comic book store to ask anyone if they had experienced anything of the regular ghost list. “Uh... can I help you?” The man asked, looking a little confused. 

“Hi. We sure hope so. Agents DeYoung, Shaw, Ross. Just need to ask you a few questions.” I said pointing to the three of us. “Notice anything strange in the building in, last couple of days?” Sam asked, putting away his badge. “Like what?” “Well, some other tenants reported flickering lights.” “Uh, I don't think so. Why?” “What about noises? Any skittering in the walls? Kind of like rats?” “And the FBI is investigating a rodent problem?” He asked very skeptical. “Uh, we want to make sure we leave no stone unturned even… rodents.”  I said not believing my own sentence. 

“What about cold spots? Feel any sudden drops in temperature?” Sam asked again.The man smiled like he knew something. “I knew it! You guys are LARPing, aren't you?” Uh what? “Excuse me?” Dean questioned. “You're fans.” “Fans of what?” “What is "LARPing"?” I asked. “Like you don't know. Live-Action Role-Play! And pretty hardcore, too.” “I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about.” “you're asking questions like the building's haunted. Like those guys from the books. What are they called? Uh... "Supernatural." Two guys, a girl, use fake IDs with rock aliases, hunt down ghosts, demons, vampires. What are their names? Uh... Steve and Dirk,Y/n? Uh, Sal and Dane,Y/n?” “Sam and Dean, Y/n?” I answered. 

“That's it!” oh no come on. “You're saying this is a book?” Dean questioned. “Books. It was a series. Didn't sell a lot of copies, though. Kind of had more of an underground cult following.” He walked over to the bargain bin which is fitting with our lives. “Let's see. Um... Ah. Yeah” He pulls out a book with two buffed-up guys and a girl whose shirt was too low for my liking. “That's the first one, I think.” he said, handing it to me. “"Supernatural" by Carver Edlund. "Along a lonely California highway, a mysterious woman in white lures men to their deaths." I read out. “Give me that.” Sam grabbed it from my hands. “We're gonna need all the copies of "Supernatural" you've got.”

 

For the past two hours, we have been reading supernatural books like we were cramming for tests on our own lifes. I am currently reading about how in book scarecrow Y/n was so conflicted between the two brother sides and how she didn’t know if she could keep this family together. “This guy makes me sound like I don't have a personal life. Could you believe that.” I said to my aforementioned brothers and all I got was silence. “Guys this is the part you agree with me.” “I don’t know Y/n.” “What!? I have a life!” Dean sighed looking down. “When was the last time you went out, with friends or made friends?” “I-” “That aren’t hunterters” “That’s-” “And aren’t us.” 

“You know what you guys have no friends either so shut it.” “Either way this stuff is crazy. Everything is in here. I mean everything. From the racist truck to – to me having sex. I'm full-frontal here, guys.” “How come we haven't heard of them before?” Dean and I sat at the table where Sam was researching the books online. “They're pretty obscure. I mean, almost zero circulation. Uh, started in '05. The publisher put out a couple dozen before going bankrupt. And, uh, the last one – "No Rest For The Wicked" –Ends with you going to hell.” Sam said talking to Dean. “I reiterate. Freaking insane.” “Check it out. There’s actually fans. There’s not many of them, but still. Did you read this?” Dean said checking out the fansite.

“Let me see.” He pulled the screen so we could both see. “Although for fans, they sure do complain a lot. Listen to this – Simpatico says "The demon storyline is trite, clichéd, and overall craptastic." Yeah, well, screw you, Simpatico. We lived it.” Yeah and lots of trama to go with it. “Yeah. Well, keep on reading. It gets better.” “There are "Sam girls" and "Dean girls" “Y/n boys” and – what's a "slash fan"?” I read out. “As in... Sam-slash-Y/n-Dean. Together.” Sam told us. Dean and I do a double-take at that. “Like, together together?” “Yeah.” “They do know we're siblings right?.” I almost shouted in surprise.

“Doesn't seem to matter.” “Oh, come on. That... That's just sick. We got to find this Carver Edlund.” I said closing the laptop. “Yeah, that might not be so easy.” “Why not?” Dean questioned. “No tax records, no known address. Looks like "Carver Edlund” is a pen name.” “Somebody’s gotta know who he is.”

“So you published the "Supernatural" books?” Sam asked the woman who clearly loved this trash series. “Yep. Yeah. Gosh. These books... You know, they never really got the attention they deserved. All anybody wants to read anymore is that romance crap. You know – "Doctor Sexy, M.D."? She scoffed. “Please.” “Right. Well, we're hoping that our article can... shine a light on an underappreciated series.” I said.  “Yeah, yeah, because, you know, if we got a little bit of good press then m-maybe we could start publishing again.” She said sitting down. Oh god please no. 

“No, no, no, no. God, no. I mean, why – why would you want to do that? You know, it's, uh, such a complete series, what with Dean going to hell and all.” Dean nice save. “Oh, my god! That was one of my favorite ones because Dean was so... strong... and sad and brave. And Sam... I mean, the best parts are when they'd cry. You know, like in – In "Heart," when Sam had to kill Madison, the first woman since Jessica he really loved. And in "Home," when Dean had to call John and ask him for help.” She started to explain some of her favorites but for us, it was some of the most traumatizing memories.

 “Gosh... if only real men were so open and in touch with their feelings.” I am laughing so much inside right now. “Real men?” Dean asked, offended. “I mean, no offense. How often do you cry like that, hmm?” “Is that supposed to be funny?” I “elbowed Dean for him to realize to shut up. “Lady, this whole thing is funny.” I guess it didn’t work. “How do I know you three are legit, hmm?” She said with suspension eyeing us. “Oh, trust me. We, uh... we're legit.” I said in a deflated response. “Well, I don't want any smart-ass article making fun of my boys and girl.” “No! No, no, no. Never. “ Sam tried he tried. “We – We are actually, um... big fans.” I am trying to salvage it. 

“Hmm. You've read the books?” “Cover to cover.” “All of it.” “What's the year and model of the car?” Of course, Dean answered that one. “It’s a 1967 Chevy Impala.” “What's May 2nd?” “That's my – Uh... that's Sam's birthday.” “January 24th is Dean's.” “November 2nd being Y/n’s.” I added in quickly so as to not look like I didn't know what I was talking about. “Sam's score on the LSAT?” Shit I hope she doesn't ask about my last grade in math I got. “One… Seventy-four?” Sam answered, unsure of his own test scores. “Ok here’s the last one. What was the name of Y/n’s first love?” The boys both look at me and I look down. “That’s a trick question … she’s never had one.”  

“Okay. Okay. What do you want to know?” “What’s Carver Edlund's real name?” I quickly said moving away from my broken non non-existent love life. “Oh, no. I – No. Sorry, I can’t do that.” “We just want to talk to him. You know, get the "Supernatural" story in his own words.” “He’s very private. It’s like Salinger.” Yeah sure, Salinger. “Please. Like I said – we are, um… ... big... big fans.” Sam had pulled his shirt collar so you could see his tattoo and Dean disgruntled did the same and I pulled my sleeve up to show my wrist. “Awesome. You know what? I got one, too.” She said as she pulled down her skirt to show the one on her ass. “Whoa. You are a fan.” I elbowed Dean again for that. “Okay. His name's Chuck Shurley. And he's a genius, so don't piss him off.” 

I rang the doorbell to this Chuck Shurely’s house and who answered I was expecting and not at the same time. “You Chuck Shurley?” Dean asked in his pissed-off voice. “The Chuck Shurley who wrote the "Supernatural" books?” “Maybe. Why?” “I'm Dean. This is Sam. That’s Y/n The Dean and Sam and Y/n  you've been writing about.” I gave a little wave. And he closed the door. I rang the door again. “Look, uh... I appreciate your enthusiasm. Really, I do. It's, uh, it's always nice to hear from the fans. But, uh, for your own good, I strongly suggest you get a life.” He tries to shut it again but I stop it.

“See it’s funny you say that because we do have lives and You've been using them to write your books.” I said a little aggressively. Dean pushed inside the house. “Now, wait a minute. Now, this isn't funny.” Chuck was fearful. “Damn straight, it's not funny.” I put my hand on Dean’s shoulder to calm him down just a tad. “Look, we just want to know how you're doing it.” “I'm not doing anything.”

“Are you a hunter?” I asked. “What? No. I'm a writer.” “Then how do you know so much about demons? And Tulpas, and changelings?”Dean again advances on Chuck and he falls back on the couch.“ Is this some kind of "Misery" thing? Ah, it is, isn't it? It's a "Misery" thing!” “That’s an amazing story but no we are not fans.” I said sitting next to him. “Well, then, what do you want?!” “I’m Y/n, that’s Sam and Dean.” “Sam and Dean and Y/n are fictional characters. I made them up! They're not real!” 

We drag him outside and show him our car and more importantly the trunk.”Are those real guns?” “Yup. This is real rock salt, these are real fake IDs.” “Well, I gotta hand it to you guys. You really are my number one fans.That’s, that’s awesome. So, I-I think I've got some posters in the house.” He starts to try to back away from us. “Chuck, stop.” “Please. Wait. Please, don't hurt me.” “How much do you know? Do you know about the angels? Or Lilith breaking the seals?” Sam asked. “The question is how do you.” “Because I wrote it?” “You kept writing?” I questioned. “Yeah, even after the publisher went bankrupt, but those books never came out. Okay, wait a minute. This is some kind of joke, right? Did that – Did Phil put you up to this?”

“Well, nice to meet you. I'm Dean Winchester, and this is my brother, Sam and my sister Y/n.” “The last names were never in the books. I never told anybody about that. I never even wrote that down.”

We all got back in the house and Chuck was pouring himself a drink. He glugs it down. “Oh! Oh, you're still there.” “Yup.” “You're not a hallucination.” I wish sometimes. “Nope.” “Well, there's only one explanation. Obviously, I'm a god.” “You're not a god.” Sam said to him annoyed. “How else do you explain it? I write things and then they come to life. Yeah, no, I'm definitely a god. A cruel, cruel, capricious god. The things I put you through – The physical beatings alone. And for you Y/n having no time to find love or no one to find-” “Chuck you are not a God.” I am now annoyed.

“Yeah, and we're still in one piece.” “I killed your father. I burned your mother alive. And then you had to go through the whole horrific deal again with Jessica.” Great memories. “Chuck…” About all three of us were now about ready to slap Chuck. “All for what? All for the sake of literary symmetry. I toyed with your lives, your emotions, for... entertainment.” “You didn't toy with us, Chuck, okay? You didn't create us.” “Did you really have to live through the bugs?” “Yes, it was disgusting.” I said shivering remembering that week. “What about the ghost ship?” “Yes, that too.” “I am so sorry. I mean, horror is one thing, but to be forced to live bad writing... if I would have known it was real, I would have done another pass.” “Chuck, you're not a god!” Dean said raising his voice. “We think you're probably just psychic.” I said stepping in.

“No. If I were psychic, you think I'd be writing? Writing is hard.” “It seems that somehow, you're just... focused on our lives.” “Yeah, like laser-focused. Are you working on anything right now?” “Holy crap.” Chuck said going over to his desk pulling out papers. “What?” “The, uh, latest book? It's, uh, it's kind of weird.” “It can not get more weird than finding a whole book series about your life.” I said with sarcasm. “"Weird" how?” “It's very Vonnegut.” “"Slaughterhouse-Five" Vonnegut or "Cat's Cradle" Vonnegut?” Dean answered. “What?” Sam and I asked surprised. “What?” Dean said back defensively. “It's, uh, "Kilgore Trout" Vonnegut. I wrote myself into it. I wrote myself, at my house... confronted by my characters.” OK so added on weird.

Sam is throwing the laundry in while Dean and I sit together to read Chuck’s story. “I’m sitting in a laundromat, reading about myself sitting in a laundromat reading about myself. My head hurts.” “There's got to be something this guy's not telling us.” Sam added in. “"Sam tossed his gigantic darks into the machine. He was starting to have doubts about Chuck, about whether he was telling the whole truth.”” Dean read out and he was right. “Stop it.” “"'Stop it,' Sam said." Guess what you do next.” I read out. “Sam turned his back on Dean, his face brooding and pensive." I mean, I don't know how he's doing it, but this guy is doing it. I can't see your face, but those are definitely your "brooding and pensive" shoulders.” Dean continued. “You just thought I was a dick.” “The guy's good.”

Chuck called us back in a frenzy very worried about something. “So... You wrote another chapter?” Sam asked slowly so Chuck wouldn't explode. “This was all so much easier before you were real.” I agree with that. “We can take it; just spit it out.” “You two especially are not gonna like this.” He said looking at Dean and I. “I didn't like hell.” “It's Lilith. She's coming for Sam.” “Coming to kill him?” I ask. “When?” “Tonight.” “She's just gonna show up? Here?” “Uh... let’s see, uh, "Lilith patted the bed seductively. Unable to deny his desire, Sam succumbed, and they sank into the throes of fiery demonic passion."

“Eww not again." “You're kidding me, right?” Sam laughed. “You think this is funny?” Dean asked angrily. “You don't? I mean, come on. "Fiery demonic passion"?” It does sound ridiculous but then again he did with Ruby so nothing’s out the window. “It's just a first draft.” “Wait, wait, wait, wait. Lilith is a little girl.” “No, uh, this time she's a "comely dental hygienist from Bloomington, Indiana." “ Oh fantastic. “Great. Perfect. So what happens after the... "fiery demonic" whatever?” I ask. “I don't know, it hasn't come to me yet.” “Dean, Y/n, look, there's nothing to worry about. Lilith and me? In bed?” “How does this whole psychic thing of yours work?”

“You mean my process?” “Yes, your "process."” “Well, it usually starts with a headache. A really bad headache. Aspirin is useless, so... I drink. Until I fall asleep. The first time it happened, I thought it was just a crazy dream.” “The first time you dreamt about us?” I asked. “It flowed. It just, it kept flowing. It still does. I-I can't stop it, really.” “You can't seriously believe –” “Humor Us Sam.” I said putting my hand on his shoulder. “Look, why don't we, we just… Take a look at these and see what's what.” Dean said picking up the manuscript. “You –” “...knew you were gonna ask for that. Yeah.” 

We are driving and Sam is reading the Manuscript. “Dean, come on. "The minivan accident wasn't that bad, but Dean was still seeing stars. He scratched absently at the pink flower Band-Aids on his face." “ “I would love to see that personally.” I said from the back seat. “So?” “So, I've seen you gushing blood. You'd use duct tape and bar rags before you'd put on a pink flower Band-Aid.” “What's your point?” “My point is this – all of this – is totally implausible, it's nuts.”

“Look, Sam, He's been right about everything so far. You think he's just gonna ground out at first now?” “Huh. "Dean slid behind the wheel of his beloved Impala and drove off, the plastic tarp on the rear window flapping like the wings of a crow." “A tarp?” “Yeah. On the rear window. And you drive it like that.” “Okay so he doesn't get the details right but that doesn't mean he's wrong about the end result.” “So we’re just gonna run?” “Dude, we are a long way from ready for a face-to-face death match with Lilith.” We pull up to a roadblock and there are police next to it. “What seems to be the problem?” “Bridge is out ahead.” “We're just trying to get out of town.”

“Yeah, afraid not.” “Is there a detour?” “Nope.” “There's not a side road that takes us to the highway?” “To get to the highway, you have to cross that river. To cross the river, you have to take that bridge.” “How deep's the river?” I ask. “Sorry. Afraid you three are gonna have to spend the night in town.”

Dean is now looking at the manuscript while we are ordering at a diner. “Hey, this could be a good thing. I mean, if this is what puts us on the path to Lilith, then all we got to do is get off the path.” “Dean’s right this is a guide to not to do the devil’s tango with Lilith.” “How do you mean?” “It's a blueprint of what not to do. I mean, if the pages say that we go left –” “Then we go right.” “Exactly. We get off-book. We never make it to the end. It's opposite day. It said that we, uh, we get into a fight. So, no fighting. No research for you… No saving us Y/n.” “No bacon cheeseburger for you.” I said glaring at Dean. “Yeah, no problem. I'll just order something else. Hi, uh, what's good?”

“Well, if you like burgers, Oprah's girlfriend said we have the best bacon cheeseburgers in the country.” “Ha sometimes God does give me Bones." I said laughing to myself. “I'll just have the cobb salad, please.” Sam ordered. “Chicken strips and fries for me please.” I said. “I'll have the... veggie tofu burger. Thanks.” “This whole thing's ridiculous.” “Lilith is ridiculous?” “The idea of me hooking up with her is.” “Right like you would never do that.” I said sarcastically. “Guys, for the first time, we have warning that Lilith is close.” “So?”

“So... we've got the jump on her. If we know when she's coming, we know where she's – this is an opportunity.” “Are you – It frustrates me when you say such reckless things.” Dean said trying not to get angry. “Well, it frustrates me when you'd rather hide that fight.” They trying very hard not to fight. “Alrighty here y’all’s food.” The waitress put the plates down. “Thank you. It's not hiding. It's being smart. It's picking your battles. This is a battle that we are not ready to fight. Oh, my god. This is delicious. Tofu is amazing!” Dean committed biting into his burger. “I am so sorry. I gave you the bacon cheeseburger by mistake.” It’s all coming together.

Dean and I praked the car after dropping Sam off  snd were walking away when we looked back and it looked like teenagers were looking into baby. “Hey!” Dean screamed out and went to cross the street. “Wait dean DEAN!” He had got hitten by an minivan.

“I'm so sorry!” “Lady you hit my brother with your car what do you mean Sorry!?” Her daughter was putting … pink band-aids on Dean and he came back. “Dean! Dean you ok?” He looks up and sees the car. “Oh, no…” He ran over to the car and the back window was busted open. So here we are driving to Chuck’s house with the tarp flapping in the back.

Chuck enters the house carrying a huge bag of beer. They start to talk and Dean keeps on asking how Chuck knows everything and he gets to the point that he’s about to punch when someone shows up who I did not expect. “Dean, let him go!” “ This man is to be protected.” “Cas!” “Why?” “He's a Prophet of the Lord.” What the HELL? 

“You... You're Castiel... aren't you?” Chuck said with amazement. “It's an honor to meet you, Chuck. I... admire your work” Cas picked up one of the books and flipped through them. “Whoa, whoa, what? This guy, a prophet? Come on, he's – he's... he's practically a Penthouse Forum writer.” “Did you know about this?” I ask Chuck. “I, uh, I might have dreamt about it.” “And you didn't tell us?!” “It was too preposterous. Not to mention arrogant. I mean, writing yourself into the story is one thing, but as a prophet? That's like M. Night-level douchiness.”

“This is the guy who decides our fate?” I ask Cas quietly. “He isn't deciding anything. He's a mouthpiece – a conduit for the inspired word.” “The word? The word of god? What, like the New New Testament?” “One day, these books – they'll be known as the Winchester gospel.” “You got to be kidding me.” Chuck, Dean, and I say together. “I am not... kidding you.” “If you'd all please excuse me one minute.” Chuck goes upstairs. “Him? Really?” “You should've seen Luke.” “Why'd he get tapped?” “I don't know how prophets are chosen. The order comes from high up on the celestial chain of command.” “How high?” “Very.” 

“Well, whatever. How do we get around this?” I ask. “Around what?” “The Sam-Lilith love connection. How do we stop it from happening?” “What the prophet has written can't be unwritten. As he has seen it, so it shall come to pass.” 

Dean goes into the hotel room to get Sam while I wait outside. And Cas pops up beside me. “Hello, Y/n.” “Hey Cas I met your uh friend Zachariah he kind of sucks.” “Yes well, Zachariah's methods can be extreme.” “Extreme!? he made my brothers and I forget who we are!” “Im sorry, Y/n” “You don’t have to be sorry you didn’t do it.” We stare at each other for a bit before I rember something. “Oh I got you something.” I said hading him a flip phone he looked confused. “Why would I need a phone I can just fly next to you when I ever I need to.”

“Well, Cas believe it or not it’s not really working out for us I mean you scare the crap out of us every time. Also, it’s so I can call you.” “Call me?” “Yeah well, I hate that I can't exactly fly next to you so that is the next best thing so do me a favor and call me even if you don't have any information about the upcoming apocalypse I want to know you're safe.” He ponders what I said. “Y/n?” “Yeah, Cas.” “Thank you.” “No problem.” He gets closer as to hug me but gets interrupted by Dean stomping out of the hotel room. “Dean, where’s Sam?” I asked. “He said he’s staying.” “HE’S WHAT!?” “That’s what I said he wants to fight Lilith now.” “My gosh, we are stupid sometimes,”

I said thinking back to the supernatural books and how the characters were depicted, sometimes being stupid. “Cas can you help?” He said walking over with hope to the angel. “I'm not sure what I can do.” “Drag Sam out of here, now. Before Lilith shows up.” “It's a prophecy. I can't interfere.” “Look Cas we have done everything you have asked But now I'm asking. I need your help. Please.” I said pleading with him. “What you're asking, it's... not within my power to do.” “Why? 'Cause it's "divine prophecy"?” Dean questioned angrily. “Yes.” “So, what – We're just supposed to sit around and, and wait for it to happen?”

“I'm sorry.” “Screw you. You and your mission. Your God. If you don't help me now, then when the time comes and you need me... don't bother knocking. Come on Y/n.” He turns to walk away and I look at Cas a bit heartbroken and I think he saw that. “Y/n Y/n!” “What?!” “You must understand why I can't intercede. Prophets are very special. They're protected.” “Right yeah.” “If anything threatens a prophet, anything at all, an archangel will appear to destroy that threat. Archangels are fierce. They're absolute. They're heaven's most terrifying weapon.” “And these archangels, they're tied to prophets?” “Yes.” “So if a prophet was in the same room as a demon –” “Then the most fearsome wrath of heaven would rain down on that demon. Just so you understand... why I can't help.” He just gave us the answer without giving the answer. I get a smile on myself. I run up to him to give a quick but crushing hug. “Thanks, Cas” “Good luck."

We had pushed Chuck into the room and it worked the room got invaded by this powerful white light and it dispersed and along with it Lilith. We got to finally leave the town. “ So she offered a deal?” I questioned Sam. “That's what she said.” “To call the whole thing off – angels, seals, Lucifer rising, the whole nine?” Dean added into the question. “You didn't think once about taking it?” “You kidding me? You two spent all day trying to talk me off the Lilith track.” “I'm just saying…” “She would have found some way to weasel out of it. And all it would have cost us was our lives.”

“Yeah, I guess you're right.” “Anyway, that's not the point.” “What's the point?” I asked “The point is, she's scared. I could see it. Lilith is running.” “Running from what?” “Don't know. But she was telling the truth about one thing.” “What's that?” “She's not gonna survive the apocalypse. I'll make sure of that.” Sam left the conversation off at that and it left me wondering what was going to happen to us and It also really made me hope that Cas would call.

Hey, y'all hope you enjoyed the Chapter thank you so much for reading! I'm so sorry that this has taken so long been a busy month. Just to warn this is a slow burn so it will probably be a while before we get to a romantic relationship but I’m really liking the friendship between Cas and Y/n Im building and I hope you are too. Also, the next two chapters are some of my favorite episodes so look out for that.  And happy late Halloween.

[amanita-the-spore-druid]

Computer is broken so moving one of my fics to tumblr

Deare Diary

A 2010s AU Post Mortum Fanfic from soda's perspective

Agust 15:

Deare Diary, a cuple weeks ago Darry talked with Pony's school and got us set up with a shrink and she got us to start jornal's after todays visit. Nothing much today, but Pony's been asking about going to the libary recently.

Agust 17:

After Darry left for work me and Pony walked to the libary. I wound up spending 30 minuts arguing with the guy (oh wait pony's not gonna read this). I spent about 30 minuts arguning with the fucker at the desk while trying to set up a card for pony. He mostly just checked out books on computures, which i guess makes sense because im pretty sure he spent all of yesterday just messing with the computure. But weirdly enough, he also got like two books about brains i think? i think one of them was like 'something something nurology'.

Agust 20:

Pony's spent the past few days just reading in his room, i went to check up on him and it looks like he has tons of notebooks full of stuff written down, but he fell asleep at his desk so i just put a blanket over him and left him alone. I invited a couple freind's over for a bit, and it turns Johnny's parents didn't pay for cremation or a coffen, and some of them said hes still at the mortuarry morticen murt the place with the corner man where they preserve the bodies. After they left it was getting close to the end of darry's shift so i made him and pony some sandwhichs. Of course pony refused to eat the bolone, he just fucking took it out. No clue why he's been so Weird about it since he got Back.

Agust 21

Today pony showd me what's he's been working on for the past week. its this weird program that converts code into like words, but does it without needing to like tell it how to say things, it just creates this weird voice. he showed it off by making it sing this old song, aparently some other computure nerds made soemthing lik it and made that same song. think it was called daisy bell. pony's also been asking to start going to church on sunday's again but darry got this new weekend security gaurd job, i hate to break it to the kid.

Agust 22

Darry and Pony got into a fight today. pony had skipped school today, And had apparently one of shepard's boys saw him and called darry immediately. Pony also had one of those notebooks on him, which darry Tried to look through. i told him to just drop it and they both stormed off to there rooms. pony refused to let me in to talk, poor kid. And then I walked in on darry smoking outside.

"You know ponyboy wouldnt like that." I told him,

"Yeah yeah, who gives a shit?" he said, before tossing his smoker on the concret patio and crushin' it.

"Hes been real fussy about smokes since he got ba-" "HE WAS GONE FOR A FUCKING WEEK, HE ACTS SCARED AND DIFFRENT!"

after shouting darry just crumbled against the door. "And he wont tell us what happened..."

Agust 23:

I got up extra early, really early, to be up in time to make him breakfast. he well, sounded confused when he saw me in the kitchen with a plate of pancakes, burnt eggs, and a black cofe coffee (thanks darry:).) He laughed a bit and offered to clean the mess befor he left but I told him id clean it after pony left for school. i decided to cheer the kid up with some french toast, so I walked to a convince store to pick up some cinoman like Mom used to make it.

Now, I have no fucking clue how they recognized me but some fucking soc fucks decided to open their fucking bitchass mouths when they realized I was pony's brother. "Hey Your the brother of that KILLER right?" some blonde said. "My brother's a fuckin' hero, prep school." the girl with him started laughing her pre- pretens- annoying rich girl ass off, "Atleast he stayed in school grease. And that Ponyboy's no he-" now, misses therapist lady, God, and officers if fate have it, I promise I am not a violent man. HOWEVER, she was going to insult my brother.

The cashear turned around the exact second I decked her. Now, he was greaser too, but he also had rent to pay. "Soda, what the hell are you doing?" he asked me, sounded like darry if 'm honest. Meanwhile blondie was yelling at me but got interrupted by the cashear, "Here's a ziplock bag, soda machine has ice, and Sodey-Pop here is going to pay for a bottle of Advil for the lovly lady." he said, "I am?" "You wanna shop here again?

So after that TOTALY FAIR accident, I walked home and made ponyboy some hero's french toast. ever wonder why its called french toast? i mean we put maple syrup on it I don't think the french got that, well maybe the Canadians are french. holy shit french toast is Canadian? anyways, I surprised the kid with french Canadian toast like mom used to make and told him to make sure he goes to school ill be walking with him.

turns out, that shit at the convince store wasn't the only place people were calling pony a killer. Now, Mrs Beth I new what I did was not aproprate but I have no regret. because when that silver spoon lickn daddy's boy called my brother a killed in my face, and spat on pony's, I had no regret or dobt pushing that little fuck against a locker, nd holding my switch to his neck.

agust 25

I know it was a bit, unkempt I think is the word? to scrible an enetery in your office but the cops held my jornal while I spent a day in the cooler. it was, decent I think. refused to take a shit though, that camera wouldve seen. darry didn't say a word while we drove here, so I know he's gonna be pissed. just, be easy on him. first pony gets detention for skippin' after a fight, and now this.

update;

darry didn't say anything to me, just gave me the keys and told me to drive pony home and pick up dinner. Ponyboy went to the bathroom and I over heard you two, sorry.

"Darrel I know your frustrated but theres very little I can do."

"Im not just frustrated! Im pissed off! i want Ponyboy to be able to head to college, and I want to atleast make sure sodapop is comfterbal. I'm asking, is there any of that welfair shit I can apply for? i don't think I can manage two jobs, and afford everything."

"Of course Mr. Curtis, do you want the papers imedatly or should I find a good few for you?"

"Mr Curtis..."

"My mist-"

"No, its fine. just look for a few you think we can apply for. and please, do something about these socs."

That was all I heard before pony was outta the bathroom and we left. we picked up mcdonalds, and I bought a six pack for darry. lite, I didn't want him getting pickled.

agust 26:

after school, darry offered to watch over pony while I 'saw a frend'. I think they were watching ben 10 while darry looked through the papers since he picked pony up. little did they know, I was going back to the school. i asked about job openings and it turns out theres a security gaurd gig with basicly no requirements. i signed up, and asked for a few extra days this weekend so darry didn't worry.

he was excited to say the least, and pony was shocked I wasn't thrown out when I went to apply. Darry quite his weekend job, and we made plans to go to church since I worked a night shift. after that we just had dinner and all went to bed.

agust 27:

darry was excited just to have time alone with pony, and took him to the library to return his books and get some new ones. i even checked out a cookbook so I could make something for the two before I left for work.

...mom and dad would be proud...

after that we just walked around town for a while, and finally went home for dinner. i tried to make fancy pork chops with the frozen ones we had in the back of the freezer. they came out, well it was a month old so no clue what we expected. darry and pony went to bed, I put on my uniform and headed to work. it was weird, seein the high school after dark like that.

it was mostly boring, until I heard something. a loud crash in the new computure lab. i ran over and I think something was stolen, no clue the whole thing was a mess. i signaled the cops and ran after the prick I saw running out of the lab. I didn't catch the fucker, checked the paper and you'd've known that. i was expecting to get yelled at, but turns out I was supposed to call the cops. lucky me.

agust 27:

darry turned on the news while I made everyone breakfast, turns out the mortuary (thanks pony) got broken into as well. and you know what? I'm telling you Beth, it was them fucking socs. Because Dally and Johnny got their FUCKING BODIES CUT UP. its a goddamn disgrace. when we went to church, the preiest was shocked to see us to say the least. pony promised i'd behave and darry asked if he could make a special prayer for dally and johnny, 'course his holyness did like a true gent.

after church we met with two-bit, steve, and their girlfriends at a greaser bar for dinner. we had a moment of silence for dally and johnny, god bless. when we went home darry took a seat on the couch and said he was going to watch a few movies on the black n' white chanel before he goes to sleep. I decided to check on pony and say goodnight, turns out he was taking a shower before bed (fair enough, the joint reeked like a barbeque pit if you know what I mean)

I noticed that the computer, which darry let him move to his bedroom, had one of the box doo-hickies opened up. i walked over to close it, and saw ...

look, don't call me loony? alright? I'm not, fuck I don't even belive me and I don't needa be sent off to booby-land but I swear to God I saw blood and some pink meaty thing twitching in the box. i closed it. and i swear the computre didn't get turned on, but i heard that bing and heard a voice. Johnny's voice. But it had like the weird robot accent like that daisy bell song robot. i left the room, and just went to work.

it wasn't pony. it wasn't pony last night. Pony would never do that to our fellow greasers.

Maybe i am crazy, if it makes you ask ponyboy less questions.

[danganronpafan777]

Then can you do a DRA Boys Cast(You don't have to do all of them) being with a clumsy and Shy S/O who a bit like Mikan

I gotchu, but I didn’t do DRA Yuki or Mitch

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Tsurugi Kinjo

Is protective of you almost as soon as you two first meet

He realizes that he has feeling for you pretty quickly, but is slow to act on them

Yamato and Yuki have to be wingmen literally just so he can ask you out-

He still has his fears of people trusting him too much, so you're gonna have to wait a while, till then he's the overprotective friend

He has no problems comforting you, and showing his obvious disgust with the people who made you like this, but he learns to tone it down and not push his beliefs onto you when you start to think he is disgusted by you for existing

You are probably gonna have to ask him out yourself

"You...want to go on a date with me...?" After a few moments of confusion, he smiles "I...I would like that." 

As soon as you start dating, he'll gladly put the people who traumatized you behind bars

If you ever fall, he'll catch you without hesitation

Kinji Uehara: 

As he was with the rest of his classmates, he didn't talk much when you two first met

The two of you dating would most likely only happen in a nondespair au considering it takes him a while to develop feelings, and the fact that over a hundred children's lives are on the line

It takes a while for Kinji to develop feelings for someone, and due to your personality, there's a chance you couldn't tell when he did

In his school life, when he learns to open up more and overcomes his social struggles through befriending Kakeru and Kanata, your classmates figure out his feelings out pretty fast

Through Haru, Yamato, and Mitch teasing him (As well as some of the church kids-) he eventually takes you somewhere he knows you’re comfortable, and asks you out

"Y/n, through our time as classmates, I have... "caught feelings" for you. Would you like to have tea together sometime? Please, I do not wish for you to feel pressured into agreeing."

Your classmates are rooting for you guys in the bushes-

Of course you say yes, and soon the two of you are dating

He would comfort you everytime you cried without hesitation and if you ever fall, he'll wordlessly catch you most times, but he'll never comment on the pose if he fails

Maybe he'll just go to confession later-

Haruhiko Kobashikawa: 

He'll be gentle and calm towards you when you first meet, and would get an immediate nosebleed if you offer to take your clothes off-

It would take a while for you to get together

He would attempt to flirt with you, but you would overreact and he would have to go back to the drawing board

He would make his typical plans to peek on the girls in the shower, or try to intrude on the girl beach party Kazuichi style, but would end up feeling disgusted with himself, thinking about how people like him could have made you the way you are

Congrats, this man is now more respectful towards women

He would do nice things for you, to which you would either cry in happiness over (which would break his heart knowing you had lived your life with so little affection) or sweetly smile with a blush on your face (which would make his heart go doki doki and his face get a matching blush)

When you get together, he would never flirt with another girl, not wanting to make you cry

If you fall, he'll probably fail to catch you, and if it's just the two of you, he would take his sweet time helping you up

If your the Ultimate Nurse, you can bet that you always have tissues on you since this boy is getting near constant nose bleeds

DRA Teruya Otori: 

When you first met, you probably giggled at his accent (best sound he ever heard-) and then started crying because you thought that you offended him.

He's a crier sometimes, so he usually uses calming techniques that his dad used on him

"A-Ah! D-Don' worry! Ya didn't upset meh! I-It's okay!"

He makes sure that no one in the sunshine quartet (Him, Kiyoka, Haru, and Satsuki) pranks you, but sometimes they pretend to so he can "protect you" much to his annoyance (and embarrassment when you actually thank him, making his face go red)

You guys become friends and have a friendship much similar to Kakeru and Kanata's, shy cinnamon roll and smol bean, but you find yourselves getting closer

He's shy and stutters when confessing, and his accent leaking out no matter how many times he tried to practice in front of a mirror even after his dad walked in on him

"Y-Y/n! I..erm.. really like ya! A-And I want to... do so many things wit' ya, and-...dat came out wrong, wAiT-"

You accept his confession of course

"Y-Yes! Papa I finally got mah gal!"

"H-Huh?"

"N-Nothin'!"

He would almost always fail to catch you, but would take off his jacket and try to quickly cover you up

He will always defend you if someone says something, but he isn't very threatening, making him a bit insecure, wondering why you would want someone who can't even actually protect you

He would try to get stronger for you, but in a rare moment of confidence, you tell him that you love him for the way he is, not for the guy he wants to be

He can't hide his tears at that and you start crying at him crying and in the end you both just cuddle for the day

If you're the Ultimate nurse, he definitely makes you a rainbow uniform, so you can think of him while your working

Kakeru Yamaguchi:

Dear god

When the two of you meet, you mention that you are surprised that he is a lawyer because of his personality and appearance, to which he gets shy and tells you that he doesn't like people assuming those kind of things, to which you cried for offending him and he freaked out

Either Kanata, Yuki, or Yamato has to step in and calm you both down

Despite an awkward first impression, you and Kakeru soon become friends, working together to battle both of your anxiety. Eventually, Kakeru improves at comforting you whenever you cry, usually by having some of your favorite snacks on him at all times, and you treat his wounds whenever reverse course students try to hurt him 

There's a chance he won't notice catching feelings for you, just finding himself being a bit more shy around you, but he doesnt mention it since he doesn't want you to cry over it

Eventually, one of your classmates, probably Kanata just has to tell him that he's in love 

This is kinda random, but I feel like Kanata would slowly ease you into helping him instead of her when Kakeru is injured and would give him advice on asking you out. She's just a wingwoman who wants the best for her friends

He asks you out, probably by giving you a note to meet him somewhere, and asks you after school

"H-Hey...Y-Y/n... I..r-really enjoy our time together! A-And I was wondering... if you'd like to go on a date..w-with me." He is stuttering and blushing more than ever.

You accept and the two of you watch a movie at home and cuddle. His face is red the whole time but it's one of the best days of his life.

He would probably fail to catch you most times, and he would be too embarrassed to move, before rushing to cover you up. He does get better at catching you with time though

Utsuro: 

He leaves before the entrance ceremony can begin, so you don't actually meet him until later

For a while, he just watches you from afar, you're...intriguing to him.

Eventually, his luck gives you a random burst of confidence and you introduce yourself.

For some reason, he almost slips up, almost introducing himself as Utsuro...

Weird...

In a way, you remind him of Akane when he first met her, maybe that's why he feels attached to you? Because he is bored and wants to save you?

Wants... to save you? He's confused. He's conflicted, in a way, he wants you to stay away from him, so why is your luck bringing you back to him?

It doesn't matter how hard he tells himself that he doesn't want you. Your paths cross again, you talk to him for no reason, he gets hurt just for you, not Kanata for some reason, to patch him up.

As he learns of your past through one sided conversations, he realizes...

You were used...you lived a life where you considered yourself as an object… just a tool for other people’s pleasure…

Maybe you weren't so different after all.

And then he sees you with your friends, your male classmates, some with personalities just like the people who had taken so much advantage over you...

After some time, your conversations become less one sided, and Utsuro makes an occasional appearance at your class's activities, not to mention that you barely fall anymore... 

As Yamato and Mikako, who've caught on to his feelings and been one of the few people he's learned to sort of trust, tell him how he should ask you out, he eventually leaves and finds Akane.

"...Tell Junko the deal is off."

Yamato Kisaragi: 

He thinks you're adorable the second he sees you

His overexcited personality frightened you at first, but he's a pro at comforting you, making his voice softer

The second you and Mikako seem to hit it off, he already wants to marry you

It doesn't take him long to figure out your trauma, so he takes things slow with you, becoming your (best) friend and making sure that you're calm with him

He'll always try to catch you, but if he fails, he's quick to cover you up

His crush on you is pretty obvious, he is clearly much happier when he's with you, giving you gifts nearly every week, and constantly talking about you

It didn't take long for the teasing to start

You however remain oblivious, and your classmates keep the teasing away from you, fearing you might think they were making fun of you

Yamato is smarter than you might think, being sure that you also have feelings for him before asking you out in a place where you are comfortable

"Hey, Y/n. Um, I really really like you! And... I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date with me?"