#he's the type if guy to go “Urm ACTUALLY-”

[faceeeeee]

Kaufmo human ver?

I was originally just going to leave this as a concept in my mind plus the previous ask but FINE. You want the pathetic clown? You're getting the pathetic clown-

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

baddie!Reader ft Nanami

A/N: Depicted a few different body types in this one. Reaching out to all my faboulously-shaped curvy girls.

baddie!Reader that happens to stumble upon our resident Daddy inna local bread shop you thought to try out on the way home from a fun lil spa day. Clumsily colliding with Nanami after you recite your order and carelessly spin on your heel while taking a selfie. The piercing gaze as he looks down his sharp, straight nose at you has your coochie immediately screaming for a trip to pound 🍆 town 🍑 with extra turbulence ✈️ thank you very much.

baddie!Reader is so ready to slut Nanami's fine ass out within moments of meeting. Chiseled jaw. ✔️ Big hands. ✔️ Strong physique. ✔️ A nice fat bulge pressing against you gently as he holds you steady. ✔️✔️ You lick your glossy, lined lips and contemplate what position you're gonna fuck him in first, before even gettin this mans name chile!, when apologies stumble outta his pretty mouth. "Im so sorry. Please forgive me miss." Anxious eyes swiftly glancing at the outline of your nipple piercings.

Oh yeah.. Looks like you already have this handsome new stranger wrapped around your pinky.

baddie!Reader plays up the innocent coy act when Nanami offers to buy you a drink for his transgressions, batting your lashes and talking all sweet so he lowers his guard. "So Mr. Kento.. There a Mrs. Kento waiting for you at home?" Biting your lip and dragging a finger down the tendons on his big ass hand. "N-no, ma'am, not married. No one else. Just me.." You giggle at his nervousness, flicking wavy bundles over your shoulder. "Good to know, handsome." Need I say you don't leave the cute lil shop till you get his landline and cell.

baddie!Reader waits a week before finally gracing Nanami with a call. He's in a state of euphoria, thinking you'd forgotten about your lil exchange. "I could never forget you, Mr. Kento." "Please, Nanami is fine." More of a plea to you really, seeing as everytime you call him that his dick swells till it threatens to burst through it's confines. "So, Nanami. Besides missin me, any plans today?" He chuckles at that. "None actually. It's my day off. Have a friend thats needs a favor later. Nothing else. You?" You guys chat till your phone dies, to which he simply finds and hits you up on your socials, continuing your carefree conversation effortlessly. And even when you tell him you gotta go he stalks your socials, drooling over every single photo youve post. Doesn't even realize he's groping his chub, gawking at a string of lewd roleplay pic.

"Fuck me, babydoll, you're so fuckin gorgeous." Nanami huffs, pulling his cock outta his snug grey sweats. Unable to jerk it more than once before he's cummin like a hydrant allover his home office's desk, his nut spraying up your pretty face on his computer screen.

baddie!Reader that has a 6 sense of things and surprises Nanami with the perfect anecdote: a video call, late the same evening, teasing him in your sheer lil onepiece.

Embedding the notion that you've been thinking about him non stop dizzying his brain. "Couldn't sleep right now, you're all I can think about handsome." "Really? About- urm.. What about me?" The sexy tilt of your head as you chuckle makes Nanami wanna lick a path down your goddess like frame, taste every inch of your supple brown skin. "Can show you better than I can tell you, Nami." Cute lil nickname falling from your lips effortlessy, compelling Nanami to squeeze at the base of his cock through his pants with a grunt, really hoping not to nut a minute into this intriguing call.

baddie!Reader feels empowered witnessing a calm, stoic Nanami Kento lose his shit. All it took was a bit of peer pressuring, a simple exchange of "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Now your kneeling at the edge of your bed, ass in the air as you ride slick fingers; laptop on the desk behind you, your new friend desperately pressed to the screen as he stares at the cream dripping from your slit to your wrist. "Wow.. You're so.. Wet. Never see one drip like that, honey. Hnnh.. Wish I was there with you, darling. Wanna make you cum for me so bad." Nanami's tortured groans join your noisy cunt, your empty insides fluttering to the wet sound of him fucking his fist. Fuck! Shameful you couldn't see him: his pinched expression, flushed cheeks, blonde bangs dusting his sweaty forehead, fat dick salivating, beating against his sticky palm as he begs you to let him see you cum.

baddie!Reader isn't satisfied from fucking your own fingers. Really puts on a show when you grab your heavy duty clit sucker. At first Nanami thinks he might prefer watching the prettiest chocolate pussy he's eva seen swallow up your dainty lil fingers over and over. That is, till you get your toy in place and all hell breaks lose! You're squealing and thrashing, moaning like his personal whore while squeezing a handful of your tit, repeatedly bucking your throbby clit into the intense suction. "Oh fuck- ohhhshit! Not gonna last, too fuckin close already, baby. Wanna see me cum, Nami? Hm? Use your words, handsome." You love how deranged he's become when obeying. "Yesyesyes! Show me how you do it. Spread those lips honey, wanna see it all." His bold ask is shocking. Gets you that much closer, so you spread your glossy fat lips and cream allover your pretty comforter, chanting Nanami's name like it's a fucking lifeline. You cum so hard you're just barely able to turn your head in time to see him stumble back from the force of his nut, eyes glued between your shaky brown thighs, thick cum spraying outta his swollen cock like a hose, the force of the pearly streaks of white blurring his expensive ass camera.

baddie!Reader sleeps like a baby after finding out you're the only bitch that's been made Nanami nut inna year. Wake up to tons of flowers and gifts on your doorstep, not even sure how he got your address, let alone delivered the costly mass before the sun rose. Oh well. You shrug, lugging your presents inside and reading the attached note. Roses are red, violets are blue, I enjoyed last night, how about you? Date at 8? Meet me at my place: [address] -Your Nami. Oh fuck yes! You like this daring side to the gentle man you met at the shop. Your quick to grab the closest jewelry boxes, kicking your feet while slipping on the thick diamond chains and watch, sending a quick text to your generous donor.

Thanks for the gifts, Big Daddy. Love em! Can't wait till 8. See you then. 🫦👅🍆 xoxox, y/n.

baddie!Reader shows up fashionably late at 8:10, smelling like Chanel and looking like money.

Nanami's brain short circuits soon as he opens his front door. He busted 2 fat ass nuts before you arrived yet here his is, bricked up in his black slacks within a nanosecond, silent tense ogling making you chuckle and sidestep him to enter his spot, gently tracing an acrylic across his buff pecs. "Gonna eye fuck me all night, or show me around Nami?" Soft teasing tone reminds him of the previous evening and he has to try counting all the curses he's killed to not nut untouched to your seductive charm. "Course, sweetheart. Look too damn pretty is all. That way, to the left." Nanami points, trying his best not to stare at the jiggle of your plump backside.

baddie!Reader thinks it's a real accomplishment that your actually able to put a muzzle on your greedy pussy, finishing the tour and dinner without try to suck Nanami's dick through his dress pants. It's so hard to ignore how Nanami oozines sex appeal and doesn't even know it! Kicked back on the sofa manspread, white button up rolled to his elbows, strong arms resting wide along the back of the sofa. You musta pressed your thighs together at least a hundred times, searching for the smallest bit of relief as he weaves an interesting intimate tale of who he is, though remaining somewhat vague about his work life. Then he's diving into you as much as possible before your suddenly in his lap, silencing his chatter with plush lips on his, swallowing his surprised grunt. "C'mon big Daddy, preciate your manners but I'm so fuckin empty inside. Lemme sit on it?" Nanami's deer in the headlights look as you massage his half-hard cock is a little less amusing this go around so your impatiently on your feet unbuckling Nanami's pants and yanking them to his ankles. "No underw- oh.. Fuuuck.. Really are Big Daddy, huh? Think you're gonna stretch me out sooo good. Ready to get your dick wet, Nami?"

baddie!Reader most definitely bit off more than you can chew messin with this man! He fucks you like a demon, making you embarrass yourself by bussin on his wide mushroom tip the 3rd stroke in. Now he's standing in front of the couch, forcing you to bend and grab your ankles; gripping your tiny lil dress thats pulled up to your neck, yanking you back on his thick dick, completely unremorseful how he digs into you. His tip knocks into your spongey depths and steals your breath. You wanna stop squealing, but it feels like he's in your fuckin throat. "Na-na-miiiii, uhn, pleease, baby! S-slow down, gonna break meee!" But Nanami's lost his composure completely, growling in agreement, eyes crazed with the pressure compressing his girth. "No, y/n, nuh uh. No man could do that. Pussy's way too damn good.. You don't know what you're askin of me, sweetheart." It's a luxurious squeeze he couldn't dream up of if he tried, guts brewing with the sweetest nut he's eva felt. He's so selfish in this moment, reaching to pull you inna mean arch by your dark soft bundles, speeding the clash of his powerful hips against your round ass. You're reaching back, holding at Nanami's wrist, pleas babbling into nonsense as his length swiftly pounds inside, beats your syrupy lil pussy up till your eyes cross. "Shitshitshit! Haaah.. H-honey? You on birth control? Mm? .. ahhh-! Y/n, darling! Please tell me I can't knock this good ass pussy up.. Cause I'm gonna cum." Unaware that you're zoning out; legs numbing, tongue wagging, the grip on your fit and hair the only support keeping you upright. "Y/n, babydoll.. Need you to answer- FUUUCK!" You're spontaneous orgasm has him jackhammering your poor lil pussy a dozen more times before convulsing, jabbing in once more, grinding a fat load so fuckin far inside you. Prolongs your bliss seeking his own, abandoning your dress to wrap around your tummy and pull you close. "'M so sorry, darling.. Don't know what came over me. You okay?" He murmurs at your ear, still pumping you full, smiling triumphant when you hum at him uselessly, head lolled back on his shoulder. "Heh.. Fucked you up good, didn't I?" You don't even hear his taunts, fat dick penetrating you so deep you think cums gonna spill out ya ears.

baddie!Reader that breaks Nanami's heart by not spending the night after the way he molded your coochie to his cock. But chu a bad ass bitch that leaves em wantin and much as you like Nanami, that shit ain't gone change. He still blows you up by the time you get home and your pussy pulses sore soon as you text and he asks when he can see you again. You tell him you're free next week to which he promptly freaks the fuck out and calls you. "Just kidding, Big Daddy, damn.. Got a few errands to run in the morning but you can come over after." Nanami's got no shame in thankin you profusely, promising to get you a copy of his black card tomorrow if you let him swing by in the morning instead. His filthy ass even has the nerve send one last text when y'all finally hang up:

NomNom: Should've spent more time on those pretty tits 2nite. Send me sumthng to say gn, sweety.

You: Yes, Nami. 👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏼

You: [y/n has sent a photo]

A/N2: Should we part 2 it?? 🤔

[the-evil-lovable-simp]

Caine x reader (that can get injured)

Warning: blood and gore and violence

On one of the challenges, you discovered that you could bleed and actually get hurt, hurt. You see, one of the times when Caine was throwing knives at Pomni he completely missed instead of, you know hitting her head, and it flew directly at you. You did dodge it, but not enough, it slightly sliced the side of your neck, it stung, so you touched it and looked at your hand and saw blood, so you covered it up and ran to your room to sort it out, while people asked if you were ok. So ever since, you have avoided those types of challenges and activities. You had also got a scar and you decided to hide it and didn't dare to tell anyone.

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After you had been here for a while, someone else had joined, Gunhead, he was skittish from the off, and he's slowly been getting worse, to the point you were getting worried, so you told everyone about it.

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"If you're so worried about him, why don't you go check on him, while we start today's challenge!" Jax said sarcastically with a $?%! eating grin.

"That's a great idea" Caine added obliviously, you would argue and tell them they were stupid and say Jax was being an @$$hole with anyone else, but it was Caine so you didn't and went to check.

You walked down the hallways to check on this guy, while mumbling about hating Jax. You finally got to the door but........it was smashed open. You looked inside and the room was trashed, Jesus, what the hell happened in here? Suddenly you heard some buzzing glitching noise behind you, you turned around to see a massive black pixely mass of spikes with multiple eyes, you were horrified, you also assumed this was what they meant when they told you about this guy called Kaufmo abstracting. You moved out the way since one of its limbs had directly went where you once stood, and it tried again. It smashed a hole in the wall, you started to run but had wrapped one of its legs around your ankle and pulled you closer, cutting your ankle in the process. You shrieked in pain as blood dripped from your ankle.

As the group looked for the hidden treasure chest, they heard you scream.

"What was that?" Zooble asked as they looked around.

"That didn't sound good," Ragatha added.

"Eh it was probably nothing" Jax said nonchalantly...

As much as it hurt to do so, you pulled your leg from its grip. You successfully did that but this also led to more cuts and more blood loss.

You shakily got up and started running, ignoring the pain in your leg.

You heard it not far behind, and then it jabbed its limb towards you, dangerously skimming your side, and blood seeped through your clothes.

"Ack-" You fell to the floor with a thud, the thing that was once someone like you had grabbed your waist and lifted you up and then seconds later smashed you back on the ground, then the wall, the roof, the other wall three times, the floor again. It tried stabbing you again and you had to dodge it pathetically while rolling on the floor. You took a few more beatings and screamed some more, but nobody came. It was about to stab you until it got distracted by something and ran off. You lay there slumped against the wall with blood everywhere.

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After they had found the chest with disappointingly fake money inside Caine had appeared again.

"Well done! Great job my little superstars..." he trailed off noticing one of his favoured humans wasn't here.

"Urm...Where's (y/n)?" he looked around, and so did the group only just realising you weren't here.

"Oh! I guess they never came back," Ragatha said looking down in shame that she didn't realise sooner.

"Eh, I'm sure they're fine," Jax added not really caring.

"W-wait, didn't (Y-y/n) go to check on the new guy," Gangle sniffled as she looked up from her yet again broken mask. Caine sighed, took his hat off and Bubble came out.

"What's up, Caine?" They asked not really looking in any particular direction.

"Go tell (y/n) and Gunhead to hurry up and get here!" he instructed, to bubble.

"On it boss!" they shouted excitedly as they floated off.

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Bubble hovered around the hallways,

"(y/n)! Gunhead!" they turned another corner.

"(Yyyyyy/nnnnnn-" they stopped as they saw you, they zoomed over to you.

"Oh there you are, come on!" they nudged your unconscious body.

They looked at you,

"Wait a minute,"

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Caine waited as Bubble came back,

"Boss! Boss! Boss!" Bubble rushed up.

"Well, did you tell them?" Caine asked.

"Well...I didn't even find Gunhead," they said awkwardly

"Well did you at least tell (y/n)?" Caine asked exasperated.

"I couldn't," Bubble admitted.

"Why not?" Caine asked starting to get bored of the conversation.

"Well they wouldn't respond, and they were on the floor and covered in red stuff," Bubble rambled on.

The group looked at each other hoping it wasn't what they were thinking, even Jax. "what.....?" asked Caine before he zoomed off with them all failing miserably to follow behind him.

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When he finally found you he was horrified, he floated over to you, not knowing what to do, no one has ever bled in the amazing digital circus before, they normally just glitch and with a snap of his finger they were good again. That's it that's what he'll do he thought, he clicked his finger...nothing. The rest finally caught up, Ragatha covered her mouth, Jaxs' ears flopped down, Gangle started crying again, Kinger waited a few seconds and then screamed, Zooble squinted in disgust, and Pomni threw up. Caine grabbed your arm,

"What-",

and let go, it flopped to the ground,

"Wha..what, WHAT what!?",

he grabbed you and started shaking you, making more blood come out your side, he panicked.

"Right, stop stop stop!" Ragatha walked forward, Caine turned his head towards her looking crazed.

"I know this has never happened before but we need some medical equipment," Ragatha explained while also trying to calm down the very stressed ringmaster.

----After Ragatha stitched you up because she's good at sewing----

"There! All done, I should probably take them to their roo-" Ragatha was cut off as she was about to pick you up, until Caine scooped you up in a flash, hurrying down the corridor.

Jax then suddenly said

"Ooooooh that's what the screaming must have been" and then Zooble immediately started to strangle him.

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Caine whizzed through the halls until he found your room, he looked down at you in his arms, he's never really felt anything like this before. He finally opened the door and put you on your bed he stayed there for a while, maybe a little too long, everyone had already gone to their rooms and went to bed and got up again. He went before anyone noticed, and went on with the day, well if you can call it that.

-------when you finally wake up which was literally a week-------

After a week of him coming to check on you, he went in expecting to see you still lying down, but instead, he got a pleasant surprise, with you sitting at the bottom of the bed, back facing him.

He tried hugging you immediately, startling you and causing pain to shoot up your abdomen. He profusely apologized, and then bombarded you with questions, stuff like 'Are you ok?' and 'Why didn't you tell me?' he also started crying about it being his fault because he sent you there, but you reassured him it wasn't his fault, he also told you that he put the abstracted gunhead in the cellar.

And ever since that day, he has always been more protective of you, making sure nothing happened to you, and making sure you weren't doing anything too dangerous. You'd try to hide it when you hurt yourself because he always starts freaking out and puts you in your bed. you think it's sweet but it can get a bit annoying at times. You and him have started to spend more time together since that day, maybe something will happen between you two.

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I like it :)

Also people pls pls pls make more Caine x readers pls

[blorbou]

1 6 10 17 for orv? (<- guy who is refraining from sending the whole list) 🤔

1- the character everyone gets wrong

hmmm id say dokja and yjh... ppl who really love other characters usually understand them pretty well!! KDJ n YJH become a big issue in this fandom because of how fucking popular they are, especially together. yjh for me is mostly because they take away a lot from her character, making her a cardboard cutout ( ex. the grumpy one who is secretly a baby) and i DESPISE how so many ppl think his character is centered around kdj only.there is also this. growing trend of people woobifying him in a way thats like weirdly ableist to me and i fuckingHATE IT SO MUCH!!!!!! Now when it comes to dokja the complaints get very personal because yknow. hes the reader. its ok to project on him how you like. but i find it SO. FUCKING TASTELESS!!!!!! i dont like how hes presented in the manhwa at all for example and i have a grudge against ppl who draw him very conventionally pretty. when people talk about the way he Cares it feels so shallow and it just Annoys tf out of me (sorry for sounding pretentious bc im not explaining myself clearly)....

6- which ship fans are the most annoying?

the answer here is obvious... joongdok...(for reasons i said above + i hate hsy exclusion + yoohankim throuple better) i have a very special hatred for the ones that wanna die on the "non-reversible" side too (but this ones also an irrational opinion that i have). AND SPOD. FUCK. they say that OD is millions of years old which sure. chronologically (which even then. not exactly true!!! if youve read orv youll know that as the oldest dream time flows in a way that cant be exactly "percieved" despite the wall just giving u a close number) + OD IS CANONICALLY. MENTALLY AND PHYSICALLY A CHILD. THEY DISCUSS ON WHOS GOING TO HIS PARENT MEET OR WHATEVER. AT SCHOOL!!!!!!! THATS A KID!!!!!!!!! and if u explain that to them they hit you with the "let people ship what they want, its fiction!" which. what the fuck ever....... i always block these ppl for my own sanity.

10- worst part of fanon

i guess... mischaracterization??? i also dislike how everything is sooo centered around kdj & yjh (ITS GETTING BETTER THO!). i dont like when people insist on jhw and hsy are kdj's siblings. or when they make hsy a thirdwheel. complicated stuff going on here hrmmmmm...

17- there should be more of this type of fic/art

i want more fucked up existential fics. need them so bad. urm..more fics without ships, i especially would love to read stuff with more worldbuilding or writing WOS scenes :3 when it comes to art i just need more yhk and soohee art. im fucking desperate actually like if i had money id spend 3/4 on soohee/yhk commissions On my balls

[rebel-without-cause-x]

Body Like A Back Road (NSFW)

Ez Reyes x Reader

REQUESTED BY @chibsytelford // Hey ❤ could I please request the song "body like a back road" by Sam Hunt for EZ please. I just think this songs fits him so well and excited to see what you come up with!! Love you 🥰

REQUESTED BY @noz4a2 // I'm not sure if this has been done before. I was thinking for Ez & Reader or OC a role playing fic. They've been dating for a year, but like to spice up their sex life. So like "Strangers In The Night" type of thing or damsel in distress or domething like that which leads to smut galore. Thanks!

Walking past the mirror you puffed your hair up and untied your red silk robe, smirking at your appearance you opened the door. Instantly embarrassed as the pizza guy stood there smirking.

“Can I help you?” You snapped pulling your robe around your body.

“Yes, you can. Can I help you?” He smirked resulting in the door being slammed in his face.

You couldn’t believe it Ez actually ordered pizza.

“Who was that baby?” Ez shouted appearing from the kitchen.

“The pizza guy?” You said in confusion.

“Great. Where's the pizza? I’m starving” Ez said rubbing his hands together.

“I didn't want pizza” you pouted.

“You said to call the pizza guy” Ez said raising his brow at you.

Huffing as you untied the robe to reveal your red Lacey bodysuit, watching as your boyfriends eyes grow wide.

“Oh” he burst out laughing.

“Why are you laughing?” You pouted

“You said to order meat lovers” Ez smirked

“I give up” you huffed throwing your hands in the air before storming off.

“Hey man, little misunderstanding. Obviously, I'm here.” Ez said leaning against the door frame.

“I'm cool with that.” The guy shrugged, running his eyes over Ez’s sculpted body.

“Urm yeah” Ez said, grabbing the pizza, tossing some bills at him before slamming the door closed.

Body like a back road, drivin' with my eyes closed

I know every curve like the back of my hand

Doin' 15 in a 30, I ain't in no hurry

I'mma take it slow just as fast as I can

“Baby stop teasing” you moaned and Ez left a trail of hot kisses against your skin.

“What’s the rush Querida” he smirked against your skin. “Maybe I just want to live on every part of this body”

“But i want you so bad” you moaned.

“Patience Babygirl” he whispered as he slipped the straps of your body suit off your shoulders again leaving kisses in their place.

You could feel his hard on as he was laying on top of you, so you did the only thing you could, buck your hips up against him to try and get some friction.

“So impatient” he muttered against your skin.

The way she fit in them blue jeans, she don't need no belt

But I can turn them inside out, I don't need no help

Got hips like honey, so thick and so sweet

It ain't no curves like hers on them downtown streets

He had now made his way down to your hips, but was still taking his sweet time.

“God you are so beautiful” he whispered as he helped you rid the piece of lace. “How I ended up with someone like you I will never know”

Moving his fingers he ran it through your wet folds making you wriggle under his touch.

“Baby please” you breathed “just fuck me”

“What like this” he smirked, sinking two fingers into you making you gasp at the feeling.

You couldn’t help it as you rode his fingers.

“Mmm that’s it Princesa ride my fingers” he breathed as he buried his face between your boobs, nipping against the skin before taking your hardened nipple between his lips.

You couldn’t help but moan as he pressed his thumb against your clit, which was enough to send you over the edge, riding out the orgasm on his fingers, he slowly removed them before placing them in his mouth.

“God you taste so good” he smirked, eyes dark with lust. “Face down, ass up baby”

Following his commands he grabbed your hips with such tightness you were sure he would leave bruises. Without warning he slammed himself into you making you gasp and moan in pleasure.

Then can the familiar sting on your ass as his hand made contact with it.

“Such a little slut aren’t you” ez breathed as he fucked too hard from behind “like it all rough”

“Zeke I’m close” you panted as he increased his speed and hardness of his thrusts.

“Oh god, right there” you screamed “shit Ez”

“Come baby cum for me” Ez grunted as he reached around to abuse your clit some more.

Within a few minutes of him abusing your clit and pounding you from behind he felt your walls tighten around him, which caused him to follow suit.

Feeling gentle kisses being placed against your ass cheeks you flopped forward onto the bed just laying there, trying to catch your breath back.

“I love you” you whispered in your post orgasm state.

“I love you too babygirl” Ez smiled kissing the top of your head. “You just chill there and I will go run us a bath”

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[rebelwrites]

Chapter Three: A New Home and Revelations

Summary // Chapter List / Masterlist

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A/N: feedback is always accepted especially with this as I’d love to know your thoughts.

As Brooke walked through the airport she was glad to finally be able to stretch her legs. She had never been that good at flying so now it was over at least she could take a breath and somewhat relax. To the world she looked like a confident twenty one year old exploring the world but inside she felt like the scared little eight year old she once was.

Finally after scanning the arrivals hall she saw a couple holding a sign with her name written on. It took her a second to start walking towards them but as she did she felt a sense of familiarity about them, like she had met them in a past life. Taking a deep breath she pushed the feelings aside, smiling at them as she walked closer.

“Brooke right?” The woman smiled softly at her.

“Yeah that’s me” Brooke nodded as the guy took her suitcase from her.

“I’m Chris and this is my wife Laura” he smiled.

They quickly sensed that Brooke wasn’t in the mood for talking as they walked through the airport.

The drive to her new home was quiet, which she was grateful for, all she wanted to do was eat and take a nap. It had been a long flight, but she had a feeling that she wouldn’t be able to get a nap for a while.

Looking out the window she watched the trees and scenery as she headed to her new home. Soon enough the car came to a stop at a large set of metal gates. This was it, this would be home for who knows how long. She watched as Chris spoke to the guys guarding the gate. Pulling her headphones out she paused her music to listen to what they were saying but it was all in whispers so she gave up. The sound of a familiar rumble in the distance caught her attention. She knew that sound anywhere. As they drove into the property Brooke was shocked this place was huge, there were bikes racing about and a lot of fit guys. Maybe this place wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Once the car was parked she climbed out of the car, stretching her back, feeling the soothing of her bones cracking.

“Come on, first stop is meeting the president” Chris said as he hauled her suitcases out of the car.

“Is this some kind of democracy? Like you have your own President” Brooke said raising her eyebrow. Where the hell as she.

“All will come clear” Chris laughed holding his lighter out to light Brooke’s cigarette as well as his own “I have a feeling you are going to fit in perfectly”

Soon enough they were standing in a room that looked like an office, Brooke looked around seeing all of the pictures lining the white walls. Wherever she was, it looked like a big family.

"Prez this is Brooke her family sent her to live with me and Laura" Chris said nodding at the blonde who smiled, awkwardly waving a small wave as two more guys appeared.

One of them definitely caught her attention, and she couldn’t help but smirk. His golden hair, bright blue eyes and bulging muscles covered in tattoos. He was definitely a god and definitely Brooke’s type. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad living here with the eye candy she thought. Before mentaly scolding herself for practically drooling over the blonde god.

She was in a complete world of her own so she didn’t realise that the other guy was staring at her rather intently.

“Urm mate take a photo it lasts longer” she sassed “in fact scratch that I don’t know what the hell you would do with it.” All the guy could do was smirk which annoyed her.

“I mean the sass is there” he chuckled as he studied her face a bit harder. “Wait, it can’t be. Please tell me this isn’t a joke”

“Urm” Brooke said, extremely confused as everyone stared at her. To make matters more confusing everything and everyone seemed so familiar. Like she had been here before. There was something about this place that felt like home.

“Please tell me you actually brought her home” the dark haired guy said on the verge of tears.

"sorry don't know what you are on but I've never been here in my life" Brooke snapped as she fiddled with her lighter in her pocket.

“Yeah it’s definitely her Bro” Blonde god grinned.

“Can someone just tell me what the fuck is going on” Brooke huffed. She always hated being kept in the dark. Before she could process what was going on she the air was squeezed out of her in a bone crushing hug.

“I think you need to take a seat as we have some things to explain” Blonde god said, the power that radiated off him made Brooke want to submit to his every word. “Where have you been all this time?”

“Long story short, living in London, like causing trouble. Caused said trouble and my adopted parents sent me to live here and now I’m hella confused and I don’t like it” Brooke said as she played with her thumb ring, the one this she always did when she was nervous.

Around two hours had passed and Brooke learned that the dark haired guy was James, her older brother and blondie was Xavier. She was part of this family before she was kidnapped when she was around eight. Which tallied up with all her memories of the foster homes and that time she didn’t like to think about let alone mention. Every question or piece of information the boys have her made her head spin even more. She had so many questions but had no idea where to start. Whether it was from the confusion or lack of sleep she felt her eyes get heavy before everything went black.

The lads watched as Brooke’s knees gave way, without a second though Xavier was by her side wrapping his arms around her waist so she didn’t crash onto the floor. Adjusting his grip he laid her on the sofa that was in the office. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. The last time her saw her she was the shortest sassiest little eight year old known to man. He was honestly speechless as the woman laid in front of him.

“I can’t believe it’s her” he mumbled as he ran his hand through his hair. “I didn’t think we’d see her again” he took in her features but a couple of things caught his eye as her jacket slipped off her shoulder revealing some nasty scars, most of which looked like burns apart from the six inch scar that was definitely from a knife. Anger ran through his veins as his blood boiled, this was his bumble bee and he was ready to find the bastard that did this to her and make him pay for laying his hands on the girl.

“Xav” James called “now isn’t the time to be thinking about revenge okay, we need to take things slow this is a lot to take in”

“Yeah you are right” Xav sighed, pushing himself to his feet. Before walking out of the office, he needed some air.

“Xavier please tell me my eyes aren’t deceiving me and that was actually Brooke I saw go into your fathers office” hi mum smiled.

“Yeah mom it is” Xavier nodded.

“And you aren’t happy about that no?” She said softly knowing the internal battle her son was having.

“I couldn’t protect her mom” he sighed not making eye contact as his mind filled with the events of that day “that day was the worse day ever, I told her I wouldn’t let anything happen to her but I didn’t follow her and she’s been through god knows what”

It was Brooke’s eight birthday party, the compound was buzzing with excitement, as they were getting everything set up for the princess of the club.

Xavier barged into Brooke’s room to find her sitting on her bed colouring some unicorn.

"Bumble you wanna to come down to the pool with me and James" Xavier grinned watching her green eyes light up causing her to drop her crayon.

"get out of my room then you big oaf" she giggled trying to push him out of the room.

Xavier grinned even though he was 5 years older, everyone knew he would do anything for Brooke, their bond was like no other and she always went to him is she was upset or needed a cuddle after having a bad dream. Within five minutes he felt a small hand grab his before being pulled towards the pool.

“Last one there smells” Brooke shouted already running off, with her panda bear safely tucked under her arms, before reaching the edge of the pool, dropping the panda on the lounge chari and jumping into the water, not wasting any time.

The hours passed and the place was filled with giggles as the three of them messed about in the pool, until Brooke was growing tired and climbed out of the water.

"I'm going to go for a walk" she grinned pulling her dress over her wet bathing suit and grabbed her panda.the bear she took everywhere since Xavier won it at the fair for her last year.

"OK B stay where we can see you" James smiled as he tackled Xavier dunking him under the water.

After about 20 minutes that’s when there was an ear piercing scream that could be heard around the compound making everyone freeze. That was Brooke’s scream. The boys clambered out of the pool so fast running over to where the scream came from but they couldn’t see anything and were soon ordered by their fathers to go wait in the clubhouse.

Xavier sighed as the memory replaced in his mind.

“I should have followed her, I should have been there to protect her. I broke my promise to her” he said blinking back the tears that had formed.

"Hey you didn't know son" his dad said putting his hand on his son's shoulders.

"The thing is she doesn't even remember us, that’s what’s killing me more than anything, she doesn’t remember her family” Xavier snapped as the tears threatened to fall. "I'm going on a ride" He muttered leaving the room. He needed to clear my head, he was future president of the Blackstar Mc and he couldn’t let people see him like this. See him so weak.

One thing caught his eye as he stood on the main steps to the club house. A perfectly white kawasaki ninja pulled up the drive but he didn’t recognise the bike nor the number plate. He was so caught up over the bike he didn’t even realise that James was now by his side.

"Xav we need to talk" James said. Xavier knew what this was going to be about. "I'm talking to you as my best friend and not how a future vp would to his future prez right" he said running his hand through his hair.

"Ok bro fire away" Xavier nodded, sparking his smoke.

"I know how much you are tearing up right now, but we all are. We just found Brooke after so many years” James said “but I know that look Xav, that’s your I want this girl to be mine look”

“I can’t help it” Xavier sighed.

"I know bro, I know" James sighed "I just want to say I am fine with you being with her and couldn't think of a better person to be with her, but please protect her and don't freak her out because there are a lot of things we are going to have to explain to her." Xavier knew where James was coming from at the end of the day she was his blood.

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Show Me How Big Your Brave Is (au / 4.8k words)

Prompt 17 from my ‘30 Destiel Prompts’ for @eccentriccas 

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It stared at Dean from the fridge, tacked up by a Stanford University magnet gifted to Dean by his brother, Sam. 

He’d known his high school reunion was coming up at some point but seeing it embossed in gold lettering created a pit in his stomach. 

High school wasn’t the best time for Dean for a few reasons. First, his dad had died in freshman year, which Dean had had mixed feelings about if he was honest. He was mostly concerned about his mother. She didn’t take it well. And then there was-

Dean was torn from his stare down with the invitation by the door bell. He trudged over to answer it.  His best friend, Charlie, came bounding in with all the energy of a labrador puppy. 

“Hey, friend!” She exclaimed, pulling Dean into a tight hug. “Are you ready for our movie night?” 

Dean let himself be infected with Charlie’s excited energy. “Of course, dude! Give me superheroes in spandex already.” He laughed. 

“You go set up the first movie and I’ll put the beers in the fridge, okay?” Charlie instructed. 

“Sounds good, Bradbury.”

Dean lucked out when he’d met Charlie. They’d been assigned as roommates in college. There had been a mix up with the room allocations. Dean had been a little confused when he’d turned from his boxes to find a tiny red-head standing in the doorway of his dorm. 

Charlie had taken a step into the room, let her backpack fall to the floor, and said, “Don’t even think about trying anything. I’m gay as the day is long and I’m not afraid to punch a guy back into his place.” Dean hadn’t known how to reply so he’d just nodded and silently gone back to unpacking his things. 

It was when Charlie had put up a Star Wars poster above her bed that Dean knew he was about to make a best friend. 

“Ooh what’s this?” Charlie’s voice came from the kitchen.

Crap. Charlie had probably found the invite. He should have hidden it when he had the chance. He sighed and moved into the kitchen. 

Charlie had an extremely mischievous grin on her face, and that was saying something for her. 

“When were you going to tell me about this?” Charlie asked. 

“Urm, never?” Dean mumbled, reaching to snatch the paper out of Charlie’s hand. 

But Charlie was too quick and dodged Dean’s grasp. 

“Come on Dean. You have to go!” Charlie implored. “It’ll be fun!”

Dean gave his friend an unimpressed look. “Charlie you know how much I hated high school.”

Charlie’s face softened. “I know, it sucks that you got outed before you were ready. No one deserves that. But, it’s been ten years. Things have changed.”

“You don’t know the people I went to high school with.” Dean scoffed. 

Charlie rolled her eyes. “Stop being dramatic, you nerd.”

“Dramatic or not, I ain’t going.” Dean plucked the invite out of Charlie’s hand and tore it in two. 

Charlie stuck her tongue out at him. “Party pooper.”

*  *  *

A few hours later, Dean and Charlie were deep into their annual ‘NerdFest’ movie night. 

“I swear, if I didn’t bat for the best team, I’d be so down for a bit of Black Wing.” Charlie mumbled around a mouth full of popcorn. 

Dean couldn’t help but nod in agreement. Aside from Captain America (because, hello Chris Evans!), Black Wing was Dean’s favourite superhero. But he’d only appeared in ensemble movies. There had been rumours of him getting his own solo movie after fans online had campaigned for it but nothing ever seemed to come of it. The guy who played him seemed to just drop off the map. 

Shame, Dean thought as he watched Black Wing kick ass on-screen, that dude was hot! 

“Take someone like that to your high school reunion and it would make those dicks’ jaws drop.” 

“Drop it, Charlie.” Dean groaned, glaring at the red-head. 

“Just saying. Get a hot date and you’ll win the game of life in their eyes.” Charlie raised her hands in defence. 

“Noted. Let’s move on.” 

“Fine.” Charlie pouted. 

Dean nodded and turned back to watch the screen, content that the subject had been dropped. 

“OH MY GOD!”

Dean jumped out of his skin, sending popcorn flying through the air. “What the hell, Bradbury?” He exclaimed. 

Charlie started excitedly slapping Dean on the arm. “I have the best idea.” She practically squealed. “Put an ad up on Craigslist for a hot date.”

Dean’s eyes went wide. “No fucking way. Never happening. Now stop.”

“But-”

“No!”

Charlie sulked for the next half an hour, all through the iconic fight scene with Black Wing and his fellow team of superheroes. She stopped eventually after Dean offered her a piece of pie as a peace offering. 

*  *  *

After a couple more movies, Charlie had to leave. Apparently, being an adult meant that you can’t just spend all night watching with your best friend anymore - who knew? So with a ‘see ya later bitch’, Charlie was gone. 

Dean felt the aches from being sat on the couch for hours and he was looking forward to laying out on his bed for a good night’s sleep. 

He sighed to himself and tidied up the last remains of the movie snacks. He was ready for sleep but he had to work early in the morning and he wouldn’t have time to clean up before he left. 

Shuffling into the kitchen to put the rubbish in the trash, Dean spotted his reunion invite where he left it on the counter. Except, it wasn’t ripped in two like he’d left it. It had ‘mysteriously’ been taped back together. He dragged a tired hand down his face in exasperation. Charlie just didn’t know when to quit. She was the bratty little sister he never wanted. 

He plonked himself down on the chair at the counter and stared at the white paper for a few moments. 

Fuck it! 

Charlie was right (though he’d never admit it to her face). He was determined to prove to the assholes he went to school with that the shit they threw at him didn’t stick. It didn’t matter that Dean didn’t really believe it to be the truth,’ fake it til ya make it’ as they say. 

Before he could chicken out, Dean had Craigslist opened up on his phone. Thinking back to Charlie’s suggestion earlier, Dean decided against asking specifically for a ‘hot’ guy. He dreaded to think what kind of douchebags that would answer the ad proclaiming themselves to be an adonis. 

And, despite knowing since he was young that he was bisexual, he decided to aim the ad towards guys. His few relationships with women had never worked out. Even though this was all going to be fake, Dean would like to be able to at least get on with the person. 

In the end, he decided on a short and simple ad:

‘Hi, I’m Dean (28M) looking for a guy to take as my date to my stupid high school reunion next Saturday. Message if interested (no weirdos)’

He posted the ad and then spotted the time at the top of the screen. 

Midnight. Shit. 

He closed the website and dashed upstairs as fast as his tired legs could carry him. 

*  *  * 

The next morning, Dean got woken up by the feel of sunlight shining on his face. He must have forgotten to shut the curtains before he passed out last night. 

His blood ran cold when he realised that the sun shining on his face meant only one thing. He was late for work. He scrambled around looking for his phone to check the time but it was nowhere to be found. 

Suddenly, it came to him. He must have left his phone on the counter in the kitchen, meaning he didn’t hear his alarms going off. 

He cursed himself and sped to get ready. Quickly sniffing a shirt to check it was okay to wear, he got dressed and raced downstairs. Sure enough, his phone was sat on the table where he'd sat the night before. 

When he picked it up he found that it had also run out of battery overnight. 

Great. As if this day couldn’t get any worse. 

Forgetting all else on his mind, Dean grabbed his phone and dash out of the front door. 

*  *  *

The ad remained forgotten until a few days later. 

Dean was just about to sit down and relax with a beer when his phone lit up with a notification. He put his beer down on a coaster to check it out. 

It was a message from Craigslist telling him someone has been trying to contact him about his ad. 

Dean’s eyes went wide. He’d completely forgotten about the ad for a date after being late for work and being chewed out by his boss. He couldn't believe someone had actually responded. He looked at the date for the first message. This guy had contacted him like an hour after he’d posted the ad. 

He opened the message. 

(01:28) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: Hello. I saw your ad for a date to your reunion. It says I’m only 10 miles from your location. I’m interested in helping you out. Are you still in need of assistance?

(10:11) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: I assume, as you haven’t replied, that you’ve decided to go with someone else for your date. 

(11:20) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: On second thought, this ad was probably a joke. Please ignore my messages. 

Wow. This dude talked funny. And reading that last message, Dean felt a little sorry for the guy too. He seemed lonely. But beggars can’t be choosers, so Dean prepared to reply. 

As he went to type, he noticed the guy’s username and smiled to himself. 

(19:37) impala67 says: don’t worry dude! the position as my date is still open. you’re the only one who has responded. 

PS. I like your username. you a Black Wing fan too? 

The reply was almost immediate.

(19:41) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: Okay. What information do you need from me?

PS. You could say so. 

‘You could say so’? Was this guy purposefully trying to be mysterious? Either way, Dean was intrigued. 

(19:45) impala67 says: idk dude, just the basics I guess. how old u are, what u look like

(19:53) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: I’m 30 years old. I have blue eyes and dark hair. I’m 6 feet tall. Anything else?

Dean hummed to himself. The guy sounded pretty average, which was okay with him.

(19:55) impala67 says: nah, that’s awesome dude. anything you want to know? 

(19:58) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: I suppose it would be nice to know what you look like too. Also, if you don’t mind me prying, I wondered why you need to have a date for a school reunion. And why have you turned to Craigslist to find it?

Dean was set aback by this guy’s forwardness. But, he did have a right to know what he was getting into Dean supposed. 

(20:05) impala67 says: you already know I’m 28. I have green eyes. sort of light brown hair and i’m around 6’2”. as for the other shit. high school was a shit show. I’ve always been a bit nerdy i guess. people didn’t like it. then I realised I’m bi (hope that’s not a deal break btw). tried asking this guy out senior year. got outed to the whole school. got a lot of shit for it. 

(20:11) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: I’m sorry to hear that happened to you. No one deserves that. Why do you want to go back? No one would blame you for leaving and never going back. (Again, if you don’t mind me asking.)

Dean blinked at the screen. His forgotten beer was getting warm but he was fascinated by this guy. He seemed genuine and Dean felt himself wanting to share the darkest parts of himself with a complete stranger. He sighed and typed. 

(20:20) impala67 says: I guess I want to prove to those assholes that the things they said didn’t affect my life. even tho that’s not always the truth. I still struggle to accept myself i guess.

Dean chewed his lip, debating whether to include that last line or not. But, hey, he was asking this dude to be his date, the least he could do was be honest with him. He pressed send. 

Blue Eyes didn’t reply instantly this time and it made Dean nervous. He wished he could take back the last bit of the message. 

After a few anxious moments, Blue Eyes still hadn’t replied so Dean gave up, figuring he’d scared the guy away. He cursed himself and moved to put his Doctor Sexy DVDs into the player. He’d never admit it to anyone, not even Charlie, but Doctor Sexy was his comfort show. It provided him with a much needed distraction. 

A couple hours later, Dean was beginning to doze. The extra few beers he’d had cushioned him into a deep sleep. 

When he woke, surrounded by darkness with only the DVD menu playing to no one lighting the room, Dean rubbed his face tiredly and went to check his phone for the time. 

Instead of looking at the clock, Dean’s eyes were distracted by the Craigslist notification. Blue Eyes had messaged him back! Feeling a little foolish that he’d reacted too quickly before, Dean opened the message.

(23:23) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: You’re incredibly brave, Dean. Not many people would be able to do what you’re doing. 

Dean blushed in the darkness. Why were a random internet dude’s words affecting him so much? He didn’t really know what to say in response so he just sent a quick ‘thank you, dude.’

*  *  * 

Over the next few days leading up to the reunion, Dean carried on messaging Blue Eyes just to get to know him a little more. Turns out the dude is dorky as hell. And, despite the original impression he gave with the Black Wing username, the guy didn’t understand any of Dean’s other references. 

It had occurred to him after they’d been messaging for a while that Dean still didn’t know his name. 

When he confronted Blue Eyes about it, the man had taken a while to respond again and answered only with ‘I’d rather not disclose my full name at this time. But, you can call me C.’

Dean had been a little skeptical of the guy’s response at first. But then, he figured the worst case scenario was the guy turned out to be a catfish and Dean would just blow off the reunion altogether and go get drunk. And he couldn’t blame the guy for not wanting to give out personal details over Craigslist. 

The day before the reunion, they agreed it was probably best to meet somewhere a couple hours before so they had time to get to know each other in person and iron out the final details they’d need to know about each other. 

*  *  * 

Dean sat in the coffee shop they’d agreed to meet at (public and easy to escape if things went south). He tried to stop his leg from trembling under the table. 

He was nervous for a couple of reasons. The obvious: this guy could turn out to be a creepy old dude stalking men on the internet. And the less obvious but more surprising to Dean: he actually wanted this to go well. Without even knowing what he looked like, Dean had found himself beginning to like the guy. Even if he wasn’t attracted to him when he finally saw Blue Eyes, Dean would be cool with being friends with him. 

His eyes were following the patterns in the wood on the table top when a deep voice came from above him. 

“Dean?” It asked, with nervous uncertainty. 

Dean swallowed and looked up to the source of the voice and- 

Holy shit! 

It was him! It was the Black Wing!

What was the guy’s name? Cas- something? Castile? Casteel? Castiel! That was it!

Holy fucking shit! This couldn’t be happening. 

Dean realised he’d been staring wide-eyed during his internal freak out and Blue Eyes, Castiel, was stood looking as nervous as Dean had felt before the surprise adrenaline took over his body. 

“Sorry, dude. Please sit down.” Dean gestured to the chair opposite him. He wiped his hands on his jeans, nerves starting to take over once again. 

Neither man spoke for a few moments. 

“So I-” Castiel began.

“I don’t-” Dean spoke too. 

Both men chuckled. “You go,” Dean told Castiel. 

Castiel smiled softly, “I suppose, from your reaction, you know who I am.”

Dean blushed. “Yeah. For what it’s worth, I’m a big fan.” He scratched the back of his head awkwardly. 

Now Castiel blushed, “Thank you, Dean.” His expression turned serious. “I hope you understand now why I didn’t give you my full name while we spoke online.”

“Yeah, of course, dude. Don’t want any crazies hunting you down.” Dean chuckled. 

Castiel chuckled with him. “Yes, something like that.”

“So, um, before we get into the details for later, I was wondering if I could ask you a question?”

“Of course, Dean. You were honest with me, it’s only fair I return the favour.” Castiel smiled. 

“It’s only because I watched one of your movies the other night with my best friend, Charlie-” who was totally gonna freak out when Dean told her about this “-but wasn’t there meant to be a solo Black Wing movie? Everyone in the fandom was talking about it and then suddenly you seemed to disappear. I guess, I’m just wondering why you changed your mind?” Dean asked, nervously. He was waiting for Castiel to tell him to go fuck himself (though Dean knew that Castiel wasn’t really that kinda guy). 

Castiel cleared his throat and met Dean’s eyes. “We were just about to go into production for the solo movie when my brother and his wife were killed in a head-on collision with a truck.”

Dean’s mouth dropped open. But, he could sense Castiel hadn’t finished so he stayed quiet. 

“The only blessing was that it was instant, so they didn’t suffer. That, and luckily their daughter, Claire, was at the babysitter’s at the time.” Castiel smiled, melancholy whispers gracing his features. 

Dean knew he barely knew the guy but he could sense when someone needed comfort so he reached across the table to place a soft touch on Castiel’s hand. 

“I took Claire into my care. And that ended my career as I knew it.” Castiel shrugged. “I was deeply disappointed to have to leave the movie, but Claire came first. And I didn’t want her to grow up in the spotlight, with people using her parents’ tragic death as a way to sell magazines. So I left the industry. That was three years ago and I haven’t looked back. Claire is five now and she’s all I could ever want.” 

Dean was awestruck. “Wow.” He breathed. “I can’t believe it.”

“What?” Castiel asked, head tilting in confusion. (If the situation wasn’t so serious, Dean would have struggled not to comment on how adorable he looked.) 

“Dude.” Dean choked. “You called me brave for wanting to face a coupla high school assholes. But you - you gave up your entire career to give the best life to your niece.” He shook his head in disbelief. “You’re amazing.” 

Castiel blushed again (and Dean found he was slowly falling in love with that look on Castiel’s face). “I don’t know that I’m amazing, I just want a normal life for Claire and I.” He shrugged. 

“A normal life, huh?” Dean asked. “Well, I can try and help with that.” He lifted his hand from where it had been placed on Castiel’s and held it in the air between them. “I’m Dean Winchester. I’m twenty eight. A bit of a nerd and in need of a date this evening.”

Castiel huffed a laugh and placed his hand in Dean’s, shaking it. “I’m Castiel Novak. I’m thirty. Uncle to a beautiful niece and I would be honoured if you’d let me be your date for this evening.” 

Dean’s face broke into a smile, which turned into a laugh that caused a smile to spread across Castiel’s cheeks. 

They let their hands settle naturally on top of the table. 

Now, with their barriers down, they began making plans and ideas for that evening. Though, if Dean were being honest, it felt like he’d known Castiel forever already. 

Eventually, after what felt like hours of talking, Castiel got up to finally get himself a coffee. It wasn’t until Castiel’s hand left his that Dean realised they’d been holding onto each other the whole time. 

*  *  *

Dean and Castiel ended up talking for so long in that coffee shop that they were late for the reunion. The party was in full swing when they arrived. 

Just before they entered the hall, Dean stopped in his tracks. 

“What’s wrong, Dean?” Castiel asked, worry etched into his features. 

“Are you sure about this, man? There’s a chance someone in there could recognise you or something. It’s not worth ruining your life plan over just for me to say ‘fuck you’ to a couple of dicks.” Dean stressed. 

Castiel reached to take Dean’s hand in his. “Some things are worth a little risk.” He whispered and walked with Dean through the hall doors. 

It seemed Dean had had nothing to worry about in the end. They’d spoken to a few people who had seemed genuinely interested in that Dean had been up to since graduation. And they barely batted an eye when he’d introduced Castiel as his boyfriend. (He’d meant to just call him his date but clearly his mouth had had other ideas.) Castiel himself had just placed a soft hand around Dean’s waist - stopping Dean from an internal panic. 

It was all going so well and Dean was starting to think Charlie had been right (again, damn her!). Maybe everyone had just grown up and moved on. 

Once they’d finished a conversation with the guy Dean sat next to in English class senior year, Castiel went to the bar to get them some drinks, whispering in Dean’s ear that he’d be back in a moment. Dean was a little sad Castiel hadn’t gone a bit further and placed a kiss on his cheek. 

“Well, well, if it isn’t Dean Winchester.” The voice of Bela Talbot came from behind him. Dean turned with a scowl on his face. 

“Hello, Bela.” He said through gritted teeth. She’d been one of the main people instrumental in his forced coming out. 

“Goodness me, Dean. If I’d known how pretty you’d turn out, maybe high school could have gone a lot differently.” She practically purred, running a perfectly manicured finger along Dean’s cheek bone. “But, hey, there’s still time now, I could be the one to knock you straight again.”

Dean was frozen to the spot. He was back to being a scared kid, dealing with the loss of a parent and being taunted daily for his sexuality. He knew he shouldn’t have done this. He wasn’t brave. He was pathetic. He couldn’t even stand up to a school bully ten years later.

“Excuse me.” Castiel appeared suddenly at Dean’s side. “What did you say to him?” The look on his face was nothing short of murderous. 

“I’m just getting reacquainted with an old friend.” Bela answered, sickly sweet. “And who are you?”

Castiel’s eyes narrowed. “I’m Dean’s boyfriend and I don’t appreciate the way you’re speaking to him.” 

Dean’s eyes went wide. Earlier it had been a slip when he’d called Castiel his boyfriend but now Castiel was purposefully saying it? Dean didn’t dare to hope. 

Bela laughed, causing Castiel to glare even harder (honestly, if looks could kill, she’d be in hell). “Ah! So he’s definitely still gay then.” She said, lip curling with distaste. 

“Not that it’s any of your business, but he’s bisexual, not gay. I’d tell you to educate yourself, but clearly, after ten years you’re still the same bitch you’ll always be.” 

Bela looked taken aback, like no one had ever spoken to her like that before. 

Castiel didn’t wait for her response. Instead, he grabbed Dean’s hand and stormed out of the building.

It wasn’t until the cool evening air hit his face, that Dean finally snapped back to himself. They’d ended up in the parking lot, stood next to Dean’s car. 

“Cas..” Dean breathed.

“I’m sorry, Dean.” Castiel said, begging for forgiveness. “I just couldn’t stand the way she was speaking to you.” 

“Cas-” Dean spoke. 

“She was just so rude a-and small-minded. I hated it.” 

“Cas!” Dean raised his voice. Castiel snapped his jaw shut. “It’s okay. Thank you for sticking up for me.” Dean stepped closer to Castiel, playing with the lapel on Castiel’s suit jacket. 

Castiel looked into Dean’s eyes but Dean couldn’t hold his gaze. “I’m just embarrassed that I froze up. After all of this, I failed at standing up for myself. I’m pathetic.” 

Castiel placed his hands on Dean’s cheeks, forcing Dean to look at him. Green eyes finally met blue. “Dean, listen to me. It was incredibly brave to walk into that room tonight. You are the bravest person I’ve ever met.” He said earnestly. 

Dean couldn’t hold it in anymore. He hoped he wasn’t about to ruin this before it even started. But, as a wise man told him recently: some things are worth a little risk.

Wasting no more time, Dean pulled Castiel into a deep kiss. 

Once Castiel was on board, he pushed Dean up against the car behind them. 

After a few heated moments, of what can only be described as heavy making out, Dean growled at Castiel to get into the car before they got arrested for public indecency. 

They somehow made it back to Dean’s house but their clothes only managed to stay on long enough to get through the front door. Dean directed them to his room and threw Castiel down on the bed. 

He took in the sight of the beautiful man laid out under him before kissing up Castiel’s chest and took over his mouth again. The only words said between them were muttered assurances that they were on the same page. Dean could never have dreamed this is how this night would end but he certainly wouldn’t change a thing. 

*  *  *

The next morning, Dean and Castiel laid in each other’s arms, content to be together in the quiet. 

Suddenly, a thought occurred to Dean. “What about your niece?” He worried. “Don’t you need to get back to her?” He sat up frantically. 

“Dean, Dean, don’t worry.” Castiel raised his hands to calm the other man. “I texted my babysitter yesterday at the coffee shop asking her to stay with Claire for the night.” 

Dean relaxed into the bed, smirking a little. “So you knew how the night would end even before we got to the reunion.” 

Castiel blushed. “I wouldn’t say I knew. But I did hope.”

Dean smiled, pulling Castiel closer to place a tender kiss on the side of his head. “I hoped for it too.” He whispered. 

They settled into silence again, warm in each other’s company. 

A short while passed before either of them spoke again. 

“Thank you, Dean.” Castiel murmured, breaking the quiet. 

“For what?” Dean frowned. 

“For thinking of Claire.” 

“Well, she’s important to you. She’s your whole world.” Dean shrugged. 

“Maybe my world could get a little bigger now.” Castiel suggested, smiling nervously up at Dean.”

“Yeah, I think it could.”

*  *  *

Later, as they dug into a couple of burgers Dean threw together, another thought crossed Dean’s mind. 

“Cas?”

“Hmm?” Castiel hummed around the burger in his mouth.

“Why were you looking through Craigslist ads in the first place?”

Castiel swallowed and chuckled to himself. “Sometimes I look through to find funny ads people put up.”

Dean was beginning to get a little offended when Castiel reached across the table to hold his hand. 

“But, the night that I saw your ad, I had just put Claire to bed and I was feeling lonely. I took a risk. And I think it worked.” Castiel smiled shyly. 

“Hell yeah, it did!” Dean grinned from ear to ear. 

*  *  *

Charlie’s phone vibrated next to her. She paused the video game she was playing to pick it up. Seeing it was a text from Dean, she opened it immediately. 

On her screen was a selfie of Dean with another dark haired dude captioned:

‘I should take your advice more often Bradbury.’

Her eyes turned to saucers and she looked at the image again more closely. She frowned slightly, looking at the man whose cheek Dean was kissing. 

Wait- That totally looked like-

Her phone dinged with a new message from Dean. 

‘And yes, it’s exactly who you think it is.’

HOLY FRIGGIN SHIT! 

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Boyfriend Bonfire

Pairing: Firefighter!Sweet Pea x Reader

Words: 1800ish

Warnings: Cheating, implied smut

Summary: When Betty arrives home devastated from her breakup, Y/N, Veronica and Cheryl try their best to cheer her up with their own disastrous love lives. But Cheryl’s suggestion of preforming a ‘bad boyfriend’ cleansing ritual takes a firey turn that ends in a 999 call.

Notes: Filling another square for my @riverdalebingo card using the prompt Firefighter AU! A rewrite of a scene from Friends 1x14.

You can hear the sobs from beyond your apartment door before you’re even on your floor. The noise floats through the hallway and down the staircase and you instantly knows it’s Betty.

For one brief second you debate turning around and grabbing a coffee before heading home but the thoughts over powered by the need to make sure your friends okay.

“What happened?” Cheryl and Veronica both stare at you wide eyed as you slip through the front door, Betty hunched over on the couch in between them.

“Don’t ask-“ Veronica speaks the same time as you, a desperation in her voice but her plead is already lost.

“Reggie dumped me!” A loud ear splitting wail follows her words and the three of you grimace in unison as Cheryl rubs soothing circles on her back.

“You had to ask.” Ronnie rolls her eyes in the way she does at practically anything these days as she speaks through gritted teeth.

It takes a further twenty minutes to calm Betty down again, the seconds filled with the story of how Reggie had dumped her by text and the reality of how awful you all thought he was anyway. It isn’t until you’ve all changed into pjs and settle back into the living room that she seems to be a little less devastated.

“Men suck.” She sinks back into the couch, her cheeks puffing out as you all nod in agreement. “Reggie was a total douche bag and I didn’t even notice.”

“Hey you’re not the only one who’s had bad luck with men.” You place four glasses and a bottle of wine on the coffee table alongside a bowl of popcorn. Betty grabs the drink a little too eagerly but no one says anything as you settle in on the floor, hoping you could make her feel better. “Remember Chuck?”

“Which one was Chuck again?” Cheryl furrows her brows as she thinks, unable to place a face to the name.

“Chuck the weeper. Remember? He used to cry every time we had sex.” Your cheeks blush a light pink at the realisation you’d slept with him a handful of times despite this fact before you start to mimicking him. A fake sob erupts from you as your shoulders move up and down with each harsh breath. “Was- that- good- for- you?”

“Yeah well, I’d take a little crying any day over Nick ‘I-Win’ Sinclair.” Veronica shudders at the thought, her eyes glazing over a little at the memory. “I dated the guy for two months, and I never won once.”

“That’s why I’m so grateful for my TT.” Cheryl’s smiling sweetly, unaware her words have you all secretly seething.

“Yeah, well we can’t all be blessed with the perfect partners.” A bitterness drips from your words as you shove a handful of popcorn in your mouth but the redhead seems unfazed.

“We have more wine right?” Betty sinks the liquid in her glass faster then she knows she should, her eyes still puffy from the crying and now the alcohol.

“Oh!” Cheryl bounces to her feet, her sudden burst of excitement making you all jump. “You know my friend Ethal who shaves her head? She said that if you want to break the bad boyfriend cycle, you can do like a cleansing ritual.”

“Cheryl, this woman is voluntary bald.” You roll your eyes alongside Veronica this time, her statement making you laugh.

“Doesn’t mean it won’t work!” Cheryl stuck her tongue out in playful defiance. "I vote we do it.”

“What exactly will we have to do for this ritual.” Betty sounded sceptical but there was a flicker of hope in her eyes that made you feel bad for her.

“Urm...” Cheryl tapped her red nails on her chin, trying to think of something. "Oh! We could burn the stuff they gave us!”

“Or?” Even Ronnie seemed intrigued at this point.

“Or... we can chant and dance around naked, you know, with sticks.” There was a triumph in her eye but the idea just brought the rest of you back to reality.

“Burnings good.” You quickly revert back to her first suggestion.

“I’m in.” Betty sighs, but for the first time since you entered the apartment she's smiling. Even if there is a sense of doubt to it. "I definitely have stuff to burn.”

It takes Cheryl a few minutes to find everything she needs but when she eventually comes back with the trash can from your room and a lighter she found in Ronnie's bedside table you start to question why you're actually doing this.

For Betty. You think.

“Ok, so now we need some sage branches and the sacramental wine.” She looks at you like the items she's listed are normal kitchen cupboard staples.

“All we have is oregano and cheap vodka.” You offer.

“That’ll do.” She shrugs, scrolling through a website she's found on her phone. “Okay, so now all we need the semen of a righteous man.”

“Ok Cheryl, you know what, if we had that, we wouldn't be doing the ritual in the first place.” The words roll of Ronnie's tongue sarcastically as she starts to fill her glass again.

“Can we just start throwing things in?” Betty huffs frustrated as she reappears from her room with an armful of stuff.

“Fine, but don’t blame me if doesn’t work.” Cheryl finally snaps, clicking her tongue in annoyance but starts to light a small fire to let Betty get started.

“Ok, Jughead's letters. Reggie's boxer shorts.” Betty tosses the items in, flinching at Reggie’s name.

“This reciept from a dinner date with Donna counts right?” Cheryl pulls the piece of paper from her bag and shrugs off the looks the three of you give her. "I mean to give me and Toni good luck.”

“Look, here's a picture of Archie Andrew’s naked." There's a small smirk playing on Veronica's lips at the memory that quickly disappears when you show her the picture in your own hands.

“Oh look, here’s the one he also give me.” The two of you shuddered simultaneously as you throw them into the fire.

“I still can’t believe you were both dating him and the other didn’t know.” Cheryl looks between the two of you amused, but any bitterness either of you felt about the situation had long gone as you both giggle together over it.

“And now here’s the vodka to really burn these babies.” Betty hiccups, a little drunk as she freely pours the liquor on top before anyone can stop her.

“Wait isn't that stuff really flammable-“ Flames are shooting up before you can even finish your sentence.

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“So let’s see a piece of something, boxer shorts, greeting cards, and what looks like a half charred picture of a naked guy- oh wait 2 pictures of the same naked guy.” You bite your fingernails with nerves, eyes shifting from your room mates to the firefighter picking away at the contents of your charred trash can. He’d introduced himself as Fangs but you’d been too embarrassed to pay attention.

“You know, it's a really funny story how this happened.” Veronica straightens up a little, batting her eyelashes at him with the type of giggle she only does when she’s anxious.

“It's fine, you don't have to explain.” The second firefighter looks at his friend and stifles a laugh. “This isn't the first boyfriend bonfire that we've seen get out of control.”

“Happens all the time.” Fangs shrugs like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“Really?” You would have noticed the way Betty’s eyes widened in surprise but you were too busy staring at the unnamed man stood in your apartment.

You feel a heat rising through out your body as he catches your gaze for a few seconds but you can’t tell whether it’s from his lingering look or from the remains of the fire. “Oh god this is so embarrassing.”

“What’s embarrassing is that these men have acted so badly towards you that you feel the need to do this in the first place.” You aren’t sure whether you made it up or if he looks back at you when he speaks. But before you can think about it he’s clearing his throat and you’re thanking them before saying goodbye.

“I can’t believe it!” Cheryl’s at your side, clutching onto your arm, her excitement resembling that of a small puppy’s. “He was totally in to you!”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” You correct her with another eye roll, but there’s a part of you that wants it to be true.

“No what’s ridiculous-“ Veronica smirks, deepening her voice and mimicking his words from moments ago. “Is that you haven’t chased after him for his phone number.”

“Oh look.” Betty claps, still a little drunk as she points at the kitchen table. “I guess he forgot his helmet, now you have to go after him.”

You bit your lip in anticipation, pondering the thought. “You really think I should?”

“Go!” The three of them shout at you in unison and you grab the helmet, racing out of the apartment before you can change your mind. You barely make it a few steps before you’re crashing into something.

“I’m so sorry-“ He grabs onto your elbow to stop you stumbling backwards but all you can think about is the heat from his touch. “It’s you.”

“Hi.” You feel the blush raise in your cheeks and you look down hoping he won’t notice. “You uh, forgot your helmet.”

“I was just on my way to get it.” He gives you an easy smile before handing you a piece of paper. “And to actually give you this.”

You laugh in surprise, your eyes meeting his dark ones. “A phone number?”

“My phone number, incase anymore bonfires go wrong.” The jokes stupid but it has you grinning at him. “Or if you maybe wanted to go on a date sometime.”

“I’ll definitely consider it.” You thread the paper through your fingertips, not missing the way he smiles down at you. Or the way it makes your heart rate accelerate a little. “I just realised I don’t even know your name, I’m Y/N.”

“Sweet Pea.” He introduces himself properly, holding his hand out for you to shake.

“I guess I’ll call you then, Sweet Pea.” You take it, enjoying the way his name rolls off your tongue.

“I’ll be waiting by the phone.” Usually you’d find his line cheesy but there’s something about the way it falls from his lips as he turns with one last look. “Cute PJ’s by the way.”

Your eyes fall to your chest and find the eyes of a bunny rabbit staring back at you.

And finally let the embarrassment from the evening consume you. But you don’t care about it as much as you thought you would as you tap his number into your phone.

Riverdale Winter Bingo Masterlist

Forever Taglist: @p-marie-sp

Sweet Pea Taglist: @80sand90simagine @wildberryyyy @hopelesslylosttheway

[flowerslightning]

The OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) in FF7

This thing actually caught my eyes while reading a few theory about FF7R and the word OCD appear in their certain analysis, in IG, youtube comments and some posts in tumblr too. Dunno why but they always relate Biggs with OCD. I looked back to the scenes where Biggs appear and... Okay, i understand why they thinj Biggs has OCD or perfectionist

A lot of people, including the psych students themselves easily confused with OCD and perfectionist (I got confused by it quite often too). Now, is Biggs OCD or is he just a perfectionist? Let's take a deeper look at it

Biggs is not a famous character. So fans dont really care about him, but I do

Disclaimer : i'm not a psychologist. Im an intern and still studying. Psychiatric is not my major field but i got assigned there as an intern for quite a time and we got exposed a lot about psychology too. We didnt learn them professionally like the real psyche students, we learned (and still under training) through real life experience + a little bit from the books.

So there might be wrong interpretation here and there. Pls correct me if I'm misleading u. And pardon my english. Pls dont use any of these terms to diagnose urself. Remember, I'm a student, not a professional.

I kins of blame the social media for portraying OCD in such a nasty way, when someone with OCD is actually suffering inside.

OCD is not just about 'clean clean, must clean this place till squeaky clean' and OCD is not about being perfectionist. OCD and perfectionist are two different thing.

Perfectionist is more to a demand demeanour, eg "I want the cake to be like this. I want it to be pink. No, not that pink, it must be neon pink with slight purple. Do it again. No, i dont want that pink. Do it again. Ahhh yess, nice pink." Someone with perfectionist, after they got their result, they will immediately bcome calm and satisfied. Perfectionist is obviously different from OCPD (Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder). OCPD falls under Personality Disorder and it is different from OCD. Im not going to talk about that

Credit goes to crazyheadcomics.

Look at how OCD got spoken from the media perspective. It is very much resemble to Biggs, dont u think? In reality, someone with OCD always feel stress about everything around them, and they will find it hard to complete their task.

OCD has two components - Obsessive and Compulsive

| 1. Obsessive. It is a repeating thoughts about something and often occur until it makes someone feel stress about it. Eg, u think that ur hand will get bacteria infection if u touch a chair, door, fridge or when holding someone's hand. This thought always appear in ur mind everytime u touch the door, chair, fridge or somebody's hand, but when u touch ur shoes, u never think about the bacteria (in certain cases, some patients become scare of everything they touch)

| 2. Compulsive. It is a repeating of the same actions to fulfill the 'obsession' in order to reduce the stress acted upon them. Usually the 'action' has a specific ways in which the patient believe he has to do it like this or that way or else he will fail. Eg, after touching the chair, he will immediately wash his hand 10x from left to right. He believes the hand washing wont be effective if he starts from right to left

Another sign of OCD is when someone re-checking the door lock few times. Its normal for us to re-check once/twice the door lock for confirmation, but for people with OCD, they will re-check the door lock for about 6-10 times and still not feel satisfied and later they stress out. And also the OCD people, they tend to get annoyed when something is not in particular order and they will immediately fix it eventhough they know they're wrong.

I met a funny woman at the hosp arranging our students' books according to its thickness, when I asked her why did she arranged our books like that,

She replied : "Doctor said I have CDO"

Me : "Sorry, CDO? Never heard of it"

She : "It is actually OCD but I feel so stress hearing that term so I put it in alphabetical order. CDO, much better"

We both had a good laugh. Her case was not serious though, but she was feeling miserable with her thoughts and decided to meet a psychiatrist. I would say she was still in early stage for someone with OCD, but may lead to severe if left untreated

It is really hard to satisfy and convince someone with OCD and they always feel stress about something they shouldnt care too much about. U can say OCD is a fastidious type, and they're actually more than that

If we want to relate this condition with Bigg's case., urmm. The only time where I can spot him being different than the other characters is when he's busy sweeping his front house and when he pat Cloud's head during the Sector 7 plate fall.

The cleaning stuff isnt exactly weird thing for a human to do. But it is something odd, I mean, he just finished his mission with Jessie and survived a jump from the plate, and yet he still have the energy to sweep dry leaves, AT NIGHT! He can wait till tomorrow though and should get himself a proper rest.

Wedge says Biggs has a habit of overthinking stuff

And there we see Biggs sweeping the dry leaves. It might be because he is trying to distract himself from doing his bad habit - overthinking. But urm , i think there'll be higher chance for someone to overthink when doing house chore like Biggs is doing. This is where lots of people say Biggs cleaning the house at night is bcause he has OCD or he's a perfectionist.

But I dont think thats the case. For real, he is completely normal. No sign of him acting weird in that scene. If he really does have OCD or he's a perfectionist, we'll see more of him arguing with Barret about unnecessary stuff. He cant become one of Avalanche's strongest member (not exactly strong, but hey, he's trustworthy). Also, if u notice, Biggs have one earring on his right ear. Someone with OCD will feel irritated by it bcause his ear doesnt look 'balance'. OCD people, even in mild case, they want everything about them to be balance and in good order.

After trying to understand Biggs way of thinking and style through his short screentime, I strongly believe this guy has no such thing as OCD or being a perfectionist. Biggs just cares tooooo much about his friends, he thinks 10 times ahead from the bigger picture in which it frightens him about the bad consequences that will occur to people he cherish.

He is the type that always have a back up plan in his mind. He thinks of 5 possible bad things and comes out with 10 solutions. That's the power of an overthinker like Biggs I'll tell ya

Biggs probably cleaning his front house area at night bcause the next early morning, he will need to leave his house for the bombing mission. Better take care of things the night before the big day. He can ditch the cleaning work but he wont do it, not bcause he's a perfectionist/OCD, but try to imagine this, if ur front house is full with dry leaves and rubbish, it will be unpleasant for the neighbours next to ur house to see. Living in the slum means higher chance for u to get sick if u dont take care of ur surrounding hygiene. Biggs is a kind man, and I believe he doesnt want to upset his neighbours

He probably has overthink this matter like "If i dont do this now, I probably dont have time for doing it tomorrow. Maybe I'll broke my leg from the mission and this trash will be left untouched, then there'll be high chance for the children around here to get sick. What if they get infectious disease bcause of this dry leaves? And then the parents will be worried and the Sector 7 Slum will be in chaos etc etc. Time for plan A. Let's clean this place"

Besides, remember the post where I mentioned about Mental Health First Aid? Biggs, as the side character gives the best MFA to Cloud even without knowing what Cloud had gone through. Biggs is just toooo kind with his friends, he cares too much causing him to overthinks about his friends conditions. He can notice even the slightest change in his friend's behaviour and with his own instinct, he cheers for them

Aww man, how can u not love his personality? He's the sweetest side character ever (and kinda hot too).

Soo as the conclusion for my post here, Biggs does not have OCD. He's a side character with a big heart who cares tooooooo deeply about his friends that leads him to overthink too much.

However, if the devs say Biggs really has OCD then my statement about him will be invalid. I'm sure they have put everything in a very close detail look.

Btw, I personally think Biggs kind of portrays the other small side of Cloud, the overthinking part for their romantic partner. But Biggs express his worry through words while Cloud express it through his actions, eg - like how he always keep an eye on Tifa. He never speak it directly like "I'm worry about Tifa, I must help her", he just simply be with her either she needs a help or not. While Biggs clearly says "Jessie been acting weird, I should go if she needs any - help -"

Action speaks louder than words but sometimes our eyes failed to listen.

Alright, that's it. Thanks for being with me till the end.

[xxpadfootxx]

🐾Not So Secret Affections🐾

Summary: When Ochako brings her cousin with a mind reading quirk to U.A. for a week while her parents are out of town, she may realize she has gotten more than she bargained for.

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Ochako smiled as the girls of Class 1-A gushed over her cousin, a sweet girl with very short dark brown hair that was filled with colored streaks, dark brown eyes that matched her natural hair color, and horn-rimmed glasses that framed her delicate face beautifully. Her name was Akiko Kasumi, and ever since Ochako and Akiko were little, the pair had been the best of friends, always excited for family gatherings. As a result, when Akiko’s parents were sent out of town for work, Ochako was delighted and immediately offered to have her come stay with her in the dorms at U.A. After getting all of the paperwork signed off with Principal Nedzu and Aizawa, Akiko had temporarily moved into Ochako’s dorm for the week, eager to meet all of Ochako’s friends and classmates.

“So what can your quirk do?” Mina asked excitedly, staring starry-eyed at the new girl.

Akiko flushed a bit at all of the attention but smiled and addressed all of the eager girls in the room, clutching a pillow to her chest as she sat cross legged on Ochako’s bed.

“Well, it’s a strange kind of telepathy quirk. I can actually read other people’s thoughts but only if I am able to tunnel through the mental shields that most people tend to naturally have against powers like mine. Some are stronger than others which means it takes me longer to dig through the shield but usually I can get through unless you get special training against my quirk type.”

“WHOA! Really!?” A very excited Hagakure squealed.

Akiko rubbed the back of her neck nervously and gave a little chuckle.

Ochako smiled at Akiko, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. She knew her cousin was easily flustered and she also knew that her friends could sometimes be a lot to handle. Giving her shoulder a slight squeeze, Ochako rose from her spot, claiming she had to go to the bathroom. Leaving the room, the other girls waved a brief goodbye before turning their attention back on Akiko.

“Yeah, but that’s not all,” Akiko continued. “Recently, with some psychological training from my teachers, I have found that I am also able to project what other people are thinking to those around them. For example, I could choose to send Ashido’s thoughts to Yaoyorozu and vice versa without the rest of the room hearing. It’s like opening channels, allowing different channels to open allows different people to hear what travels down those channels.”

“That’s…, amazing!” Momo said, her eyes sparkling as she appraised the new girl.

“Urm, thanks! Sorry, I’m really not used to this kind of attention,” Akiko said with a giggle.

“Yeah, I get that, sorry we can be so overbearing sometimes. Just, as aspiring heroes, many of us just love learning about a new quirk! Also, we don’t get many visitors since this school is so exclusive, so it’s kind of nice to meet someone new,” Jirou said from where she was sitting on Ochako’s windowsill, her arms propped up on her bent knees.

Suddenly, glancing around with a mischievous look in her eye, Mina leaned forward excitedly.

“Hey, quick question, does Ochako know about the second part of your quirk, the part where you can allow other people to hear the thoughts of someone else? You mentioned you had just recently discovered this about yourself…”

“No, she doesn’t yet. I was planning on telling her this week during my stay since it was such an interesting update on my quirk and we usually love talking about that kind of stuff together. We have quirk talks all the time but we usually like to have them in person so we can display them for the other person to see,” Akiko said with a shake of her head, her short curls bouncing with the movement.

“Okay good, don’t tell her about it yet. Please, I need a favor from you, and it will require Ochako not knowing about this part of your quirk, otherwise she will try to stop you,” Mina said. Hagakure suddenly leaned forward. The two of them must have been talking about this together beforehand, Akiko realized, as the other girls gave each other confused and slightly concerned looks.

“Ashido? Hagakure? What is this ‘favor’ you want from Akiko?” Momo asked carefully, not wanting to put the new girl in an uncomfortable situation.

Mina’s smile got wider and Hagakure started giggling uncontrollably from beside her.

“Okay, so I don’t know how much she had told you, since I know you two are close but quite busy, but has Ochako ever mentioned a boy named Deku?” Mina asked.

“Hmmmm, once or twice, but like you said, we haven’t had the chance to talk in a while since we are both so busy so she hasn’t said too much about him, why?”

“Because they both love each other but they both refuse to admit it,” Hagakure said. “They are always so flustered next to each other and they are constantly hanging out together. They are really close and yet they still refuse to acknowledge the elephant in the room. At this point, even the other guys are starting to notice and calling Midoriya out for it. Everybody in this class ships them but they, very annoyingly, refuse to believe that their crush likes them back.

Mina nodded her head in agreement, her lip stuck out in a small pout. At first, the other girls had been nervous about what kind of a ‘favor’ Mina and Hagakure could want from Akiko, but now that they had heard what they wanted from her, they were all more than excited, their eyes shining.

“So what do you want me to do?” Akiko asked with a knowing smirk.

“We want you to finally show them that they both like each other. We are all so tired of watching them dance around each other, they just need to drop everything and make out already,” Mina said.

“It is true that they are practically made for each other, but neither of them believes they are good enough for the source of their affections so they keep pushing each other away. I know it would make both of them very happy if they were together though, ribbit,” Tsu said, her finger resting on her chin as she talked.

The other girls nodded in agreement and Akiko smiled brightly.

“I want to meet this ‘Deku’ character first, get to know him and make sure he is good enough for my favorite cousin, and then I’ll accept your offer if I think he’s alright. I can’t imagine Ochako liking someone who wasn’t right for her, she has always had good taste in everything, but I just want to be sure. Other than that, I accept.”

Akiko finished outlining her requirements just as Ochako came back into the room from her bathroom break, yawning and mussing her hair a bit.

“Sorry that took so long, guys. I took the stairs to the main floor rather than the elevator since I didn’t want to wake anyone else up, it is getting late.”

“Oh that’s fine, Ochako, very thoughtful of you,” Tsu said, standing up and stretching. “But I think it’s time for me to hit the hay, you’re right, it is getting late.”

The other girls quickly agreed and made their way out of Ochako’s room to head back to their own dorms for the night.

Mina threw out one last cheeky, “it was great meeting you! Thank you for talking to us!” before she left with a playful wink, but Ochako thought nothing of it as the gravity girl began to get ready for bed, exhaustion making her movements slower than usual.

Akiko had to force herself to stop from smiling as she too got ready for bed, constantly sneaking glances at her cousin and best friend as her conversation with the girls of Class 1-A replayed in a loop in her mind.

By the time the two of them had settled beneath the covers of the dorm bed and turned out the light, Ochako muttering a quiet, “goodnight,” Akiko was practically humming with excitement, eager to meet this crush of Ochako’s and hopefully make dreams come true.

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Akiko bounced down the stairs the next morning, humming softly. Ochako looked at her quizzically but Akiko waved her off.

“Don’t worry, cousin, I’m just excited to meet your other friends! The girls from last night were so sweet and welcoming, I’d love to get to know everybody else too!” Akiko said, purposely skipping over the part where she admitted she was actually eager to meet the previously mentioned ‘Deku’ from the night before.

Ochako smiled at her, missing the mischievous glint in her eye, beaming at her cousin’s willingness to meet her other classmates. She knew Akiko was a little shy, so to see her normally elusive friend come out of her shell was an experience all in itself, making Ochako feel all warm and tingly inside.

“I’m so glad they didn’t scare you too much last night,” Ochako said with a light laugh as they continued to walk down to the common space.

“Oh no, your friends were amazing! They were all so sweet and gentle and they were really interested in my quirk which was fun to talk about. Of course, I was a little nervous being the center of attention the whole time but they weren’t super overbearing about it.”

“Good, I was a little worried they’d be too hyper around you. I love them but they can get a little over eager sometimes,” Ochako said with a chuckle and a shake of her head.

Akiko giggled.

“Who are your other friends? Besides the girls, I mean, and what are they like?”

Ochako hummed to herself as she thought, a bright smile adoring her features as she thought about her other friends in Class 1-A.

“Well, I have my friend Iida, who is a very polite, respectful, kind boy, but he can be a little intense sometimes, especially when it comes to rules,” Ochako said. “And then we have my friend Kirishima, who is very bold and loud and energetic, but he is also very sweet and has a heart bigger than his chest. I actually became friends with him quite recently because we like to work out together.”

“Okay, anyone else?” Akiko asked, making sure to keep her voice light to avoid suspicion.

“I guess the only other two I’d consider my really close friends out of the boys would be my friend Bakugo, who I got closer to after our second year here at U.A. because we started training together, and my friend Deku. I will warn you, even though he has mellowed out quite a bit since freshman year, Bakugo can still be very intense, aggressive, and explosive most of the time. He might make you nervous but he really doesn’t mean much harm, at least to us. He and I started to spar together once a week when he realized that our quirks actually worked together kind of well. I still wouldn’t call him my best friend, but he is definitely an ally of mine,” Ochako said with a smile.

She still found it so crazy that she managed to become as close as she has to the explosive blonde, especially when she had originally labeled him as unapproachable during their freshman year. To give him credit, Bakugo had changed a lot since then, his temperament mellowing out a bit, and his intensity dialing back a little with each passing year as he improved both himself and his quirk. Ochako attributed some of that to Bakugo’s relationship with Kirishima, the blonde’s gentle yet competitive boyfriend complimenting him well and cooling him down when his mood got too hot tempered, but nobody ever said that aloud, letting Bakugo believe he had done all of the improvement himself.

“Thanks for the warning,” Akiko said with a warm chuckle. “But what about this ‘Deku’ character, huh? You talked a lot about everyone else but not him.”

“Oh! Sorry, I kinda went on a bit of a tangent didn’t I?” Ochako asked, her face flushing a little as her hand came up to scratch at the back of her neck.

It took all of Akiko’s self control not to smile at the sight of her normally composed cousin devolving into a tittering mess.

“Yeah, you did but that’s alright. What is Deku like?”

“Well, Deku is… one of the greatest people I’ve ever met. He is so determined, so strong, so amazingly driven and powerful all while having the sweetest personality of anyone I’ve ever met. He’s so protective of people, so willing to help others, to the point where he injures himself to get others to safety. It makes me worry about him, but it also makes me so inspired by him. He is so amazing, I know he will be the best hero this world has ever seen. He always inspires me to do better, has always lifted me up, encouraging me to follow my dreams. I know I entered U.A. wanting to be a hero, but after meeting him, my focus and determination to make that vision into a reality has increased tenfold,” Ochako said, her eyes glazing over a bit as she talked about her best friend. “I love him so much. He is my best friend and I am the luckiest person alive to be able to call him that.”

Akiko was looking at her cousin in shock. She had never heard Ochako talk about anyone in this way, with such reverence and love in her voice. It made Akiko smile despite herself, her cheeks aching with how far her lips stretched.

When Ochako looked over and caught the smug smile on Akiko’s face, she gave her cousin a light slap on the arm with the back of her hand, blushing when Akiko laughed.

“Sounds like you really like this Deku guy, huh?”

“Shut up.”

The pair finally reached the bottom of the stairs, making their way into the common space as Akiko laughed at Ochako’s remark, patting her friend on the back comfortingly.

“Okay, okay, I won’t bring it up again,” Akiko said.

Ochako ruffled her hair with a warm smile, her body relaxing as her cousin’s teasing ceased.

“Good, otherwise I’m going to have to tell everyone about that one time when you accidentally ruined Christmas for everyone that one year because you told everyone what their gifts were by accidentally reading the minds of everyone in the family and then cried for an hour when your parents explained how you had ruined the surprise,” Ochako said with a smirk.

“No! ‘Chako you wouldn’t! I was only six years old, come on!”

Ochako laughed at her cousin’s expense before branching off to grab a water from the kitchen while Akiko was summoned by a waving Mina. Rushing over to the pink alien girl, Akiko smiled brightly and nodded in response to Mina’s unasked question.

“Seriously!? You did it already?” Mina asked in a hushed whisper once Akiko had skidded to a stop in front of her.

“Yeah, we were on the stairs and I asked her to tell me about him. She was going on and on about him so I just sneakily opened her channel while she was talking. She has no idea that I did it and that poor boy probably has no idea why he could suddenly read Ochako’s thoughts, but I’m pretty sure it worked. He should’ve heard everything that Ochako was thinking.”

Mina squealed and spun in a happy circle.

“Okay, I’ve got to go tell the others! Keep and eye out for Midoriya for now, don’t worry, he won’t be very hard to miss, he’s got bright green hair and lots of freckles.”

Akiko nodded and made her way back to where Ochako was in the kitchen just as a brood of male students came down the stairs, all of them talking loudly as they thundered into the common space like a herd of giants.

As soon as everyone was settled in the common space, Ochako introduced her cousin to everyone, watching with a smile as all of the boys welcomed and fawned over her, smiling and laughing with the shy yet surprisingly funny new girl. Akiko talked with everyone that she could but kept glancing at Deku, whom she had pinpointed almost immediately, forcing down her smile whenever she saw him. He had welcomed her just as everyone else had but he had seemed distracted, his gaze constantly darting to Ochako before he quickly glanced away, a befuddled expression on his face.

“Oi Deku, what’s with that weird look on your face? You look like you need to take a shit,” Bakugo snapped suddenly, Akiko looking over to find that the blonde had also been watching Izuku, his red eyes narrowed.

Izuku blushed a bright red and stood ramrod straight as he replied, “it’s nothing Kacchan! Sorry!”

Bakugo merely made an annoyed sound before stomping over to where Kirishima was eating some sausage and eggs. The outburst from the explosive boy must’ve shaken Izuku out of his daze because he quickly turned around and made his way into the kitchen to start making his own breakfast, his movements hurried as if trying to distract himself.

Akiko looked over at Ochako to see her with her head tilted in confusion, her brow furrowed in a cute pout as she watched the green-haired boy rush into the kitchen.

“Something wrong, ‘Chako?” Akiko asked with feigned concern.

“Oh, it’s nothing really, Deku is just acting strange today,” Ochako said.

“Maybe he just has a lot on his mind,” Akiko said with a shrug, biting her lip to keep from smiling.

Ochako nodded absentmindedly before walking up to the boy. It was obvious from the frantic manner in which Izuku was making his toast that he was too busy overthinking everything in his head to notice the gravity girl behind him. Akiko ducked her head to avoid letting everyone else see her bright smile when she saw Deku jump at Ochako’s touch as her hand came to rest gently on his shoulder.

“Hey, Deku, are you okay? You seem really distracted today,” she asked gently.

Izuku’s nearly panicked gaze flew to her face and he coughed nervously, turning back to where he was murdering his bread with the butter knife.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Ochako, I just have a lot on my mind.”

Ochako frowned a bit as Akiko’s words floated across her mind, and the gravity girl turned to see her cousin talking eagerly with Hagakure. Ochako’s eyes narrowed on her cousin, but she ignored the strange feeling in her gut and turned back to her friend. His behavior was starting to worry her. She knew he could be frantic and flustered when he was thinking about heroes or strategizing a plan for an exercise but this felt different. This felt more like he was embarrassed rather than just getting lost in his usual moments of overthinking.

“Are you sure? You’re shaking.”

‘Oh gods, how do I tell her? Should I even tell her? She obviously knows something is up, but how do I tell her that I heard what she said? And how do I do it so that I don’t scare her away? Gods, what do I do!?’

Ochako jolted in place as what sounded like Izuku’s voice filled her head. Izuku glanced at her, but she waved him off, trying to get a grasp on her racing heart before she even attempted to explain what had just happened.

“Yeah, I’m alright, Ochako, just stressed for this upcoming exam. You know how I get sometimes, it’ll pass, I just need a moment to get a hold of myself, you know?” Izuku said in response to her earlier question, forcing himself to calm down a little.

“Oh, okay…, if you’re sure you’re alright. Do you want some help with anything? I could help you study or bring you some food if you need me to,” Ochako said, pushing away her jumbled thoughts to focus on her obviously anxious friend. She wasn’t even entirely sure he was telling her the truth after what she had just heard, but she wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt and help him through anything he might possibly need her help with. He deserved it.

“I’m alright, Ochako, thank you for the offer though. You’re too good to me,” Izuku said, flashing her a bright smile that she returned in kind once she saw it was genuine.

‘Gods, she’s so pretty…’

Ochako jerked in place again, her heart rate shooting up like a rocket. What the hell was this? Was this real?

“Ochako, are you okay? You keep jumping, almost as if you’re getting shocked by an electric fence. Are you hurt?” Izuku asked, suddenly worried.

He ignored her protests as he started to scan her body over with his eyes, moving around her in a circle to make sure he wasn’t missing an injury she had been trying to hide.

“It’s nothing Deku, really, it’s not.”

Ochako could tell that Izuku was not buying it, but he sat up straighter and went back to buttering his toast, giving her space.

“Okay, only if you say so…”

‘It’s so sweet that he’s so worried about me. And he’s so adorable like this, his hair all tousled from sleep and his eyes bright whenever he looks at me. Gods what did I do to deserve him? Nothing. Nothing at all. I guess that just makes him all the more special.’

Now it was Izuku’s turn to jump as the words filled his head, just like they had done earlier that morning when he was getting ready for the day in his room. He had been changing out of his pajamas when the voice had hit him the first time, making him fall over when he heard Ochako’s voice energetically describing how amazing he is.

His hands paused in their making of his toast, his eyes snapping over to her face. He already knew she hadn’t really spoken, but he had to make sure, the notion that he could read her mind just seemed too overwhelming. Neither of them had brain related quirks, if they could read each other’s thoughts, that could be both very exciting and terrifying.

He made up his mind when he saw that Ochako had indeed not spoken as she reached for the refrigerator door handle to make her own breakfast. Reaching out, he grasped her wrist before she could get to the fridge, causing her to look back at him in concern.

“Deku-”

“Follow me for a minute… please.”

Ochako swallowed nervously but nodded, moving to follow him as he released her wrist and stood from his chair, making his way around the corner to an abandoned hallway. The pair were silent as they walked, Ochako getting more nervous by the second, every bad thing she had ever done running through her mind in that moment as she worried about what he was going to tell her. Had she offended him somehow? Was he going to tell her he didn’t want to be her friend anymore? It didn’t sound like something he would do, but she honestly couldn’t think of any other reason for his behavior.

They finally stopped in the far end of an empty hallway, Izuku only turning to face her when they were far away from everyone else. He was quiet for a minute, shuffling from foot to foot as he tried to put what he wanted to say into words. Ochako was looking everywhere except for at him, her hands twisting nervously.

“Ochako, I-”

“Deku I-”

The pair stopped for a second before breaking out into a small fit of giggles after interrupting each other at the same time, some of the awkwardness in the atmosphere dissipating with the laughter.

“Sorry,” Izuku said.

“Oh no, it was my fault, you go first,” Ochako said.

“Well, um… I think, um… that we…,” Izuku managed to spit out. He cursed himself. Why couldn’t he just say what he wanted to say? He felt like his throat was closing in on itself, the words getting harder and harder to form.

‘Why can’t I just tell her that I think we can hear each other’s thoughts? Is it because I’d have to admit I heard what she said about me? That she thinks I’m amazing and cute? Or is it because I’d have to admit that I’m in love with her? Gods why is this so damn difficult! Shit, she is probably so confused right now, and it’s all because I can’t open my damn mouth. Come on you idiot, just tell her you love her. Just rip the band aid off. If she doesn’t like you back, you’ll find a way to deal with it, but you aren’t going to get anywhere if you just keep standing here with your mouth open like a beached fish.’

Izuku opened his mouth to attempt to talk again when he met her gaze. He froze, his body tensing as he saw her face. Her jaw had dropped so that her mouth was agape, her eyes were wide with shock, and her whole face was a bright red. He closed his eyes in embarrassment.

“You heard all of that, didn’t you?” Izuku asked.

Ochako snapped her mouth shut and nodded mechanically, her eyes still wide.

“O-Ochako, I am so-”

“I love you too!” Ochako said excitedly, cutting him off as she launched herself at him, her arms wrapping around him as she buried her face in his neck.

Izuku stiffened at the contact at first, surprise flooding his system, before his arms wrapped around her waist and hugged her close, burying his face in her hair. She smelled good, like warm strawberries, and it felt so right to have her held against him, her body pressed close to his.

When they pulled away from each other, Izuku’s eyes were shining with unshed tears, looking down at her with such strong love it made Ochako’s knees weak. Gathering her frayed strings of courage, Ochako rose up on her toes and kissed him, her eyes closing at the feeling of his warm lips against hers.

Izuku wasted no time in returning the kiss, a light sigh escaping him at the feeling of her against him. That sigh was like an electric shock to Ochako, the sound making her nerves tingle and her heart pound. The kiss was gentle but passionate, conveying their suppressed love for each other from over the years, finally allowing themselves to indulge in the thing they wanted most.

When they broke apart they were panting, still holding each other close as they fought to catch their breath. Ochako’s heart was on fire and Izuku’s head was swimming, both of them trying to come to terms with what had just happened. It felt like a dream, but both of them knew it was real when they looked at each other, both of their faces rivaling that of a ripe tomato. Suddenly, Izuku’s brow furrowed.

“Hey Ochako, how do you think we were able to read each other’s thoughts? I thought maybe it was because of us being in close proximity, but I heard you talking about me this morning when I was in my room and you were somewhere else, probably heading down for breakfast. Was there a villain or training exercise that you remember us doing lately that might have caused something like this?”

Ochako blushed when he admitted he had heard her raving about him that morning, but the feeling quickly went away when she suddenly realized who had caused all of this.

“No, I know exactly who did this,” Ochako said, looking around.

“Who?”

“Normally, her quirk can’t do something like this, but my cousin has a mind reading quirk, maybe she has a new manifestation she hasn’t told me about yet.”

Just as Ochako was about to give up looking, she caught sight of two light brown eyes watching her from around the back corner of the hallway, the eyes shining brightly with mischief and love.

“AKIKO!!!” Ochako bellowed as the eyes disappeared from behind the wall, the sound of multiple people running away echoing down the hall, giggles and cheers following the thundering sound of their shoes as they scrambled to get away.

Ochako sighed in both annoyance and love, a smile creeping onto her face despite herself. Looking over at Izuku, she saw him looking down at her, a bright smile on his face. She reached up and gave him a peck on the cheek before motioning him to follow her.

“Come on, let’s go face the questions and let them know you’re mine now,” Ochako said, laughing when Izuku blushed at her bold statement.

The green-haired boy trotted up beside her and grabbed her hand in his, intertwining their fingers together as they made their way back to the common room, both of them smiling so hard their faces hurt.

“Thank you, for everything, Ochako,” Izuku said, squeezing her hand. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Izuku. I guess I owe it to my cousin for showing us the way, huh?”

“Yeah, I owe her too,” Izuku said with a bright grin. “Big time.”

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be my mistake

A/N: Hi I haven’t actually written since 2014, but here I am. This is just a lil something based on the song “Be my Mistake” by The 1975. (the song that says “she makes me hard, but you make me weak”) Anyways PLEASE give me feedback! hopefully I continue writing and get good at it. 

Word count: 2.3k

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They met through friends at a party and he thought it would be funny to follow her around and annoy her, so he did. He ended up in her bed that night. It was a drunken mistake, but they didn’t seem to mind it. It became a regular thing, everytime they were at a party together they would end up in a bed together. They never established any labels or what they were. They never referred to the situation as friends with benefits, even though that is what they both thought. She was different but he couldn’t figure out why.

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It was a thursday night in Los Angeles and her friend convinced her to go out so she wouldn’t have to go to a party alone to meet a guy her friend was talking to. Being the friend she was, she wasn’t going to let her friend go alone so she agreed to follow her along. Once they arrived to the party, her friend went off to find the guy she had been talking to, leaving her alone. She wandered the house with her mixed drink in her hand and found the room where most of the people were talking and dancing with each other. She sat on a chair as she watched the people around her. She wasn’t drunk enough to dance and talk to people she didn’t know, yet. “You don’t dance?” A voice said from beside her. She turned her head to look at the dark haired boy that stood next to her. “Not drunk enough to dance yet.” She chuckled. “Want me to help you with that?” He asked reaching his hand out to her. She grabbed his hand and pulled herself off the chair and followed him to the kitchen.

They sat next to each other on the tall kitchen stools and sipped on the drink that were in their hands. She convinced him to try diet coke and vodka, it wasn’t anything special but it was her favorite. “Are you drunk enough to dance yet?” He looks her up and down. “Are you asking me to dance with you, Hood?” She said as she stood up grabbing his hand gesturing for him to copy her movements. They both stumbled back a bit due to the alcohol they just drank and she laughed as she fell into his chest. She took advantage of the opportunity and pushed on his shoulders so he would bend down so his face was at her level. She put her hands on his cheeks and whispered in his ear, “Want me to dance for you in private?” She wasn’t sure if it was the fact that she hasn’t hooked up with a boy in months, the alcohol she just drank, or both. But she let the boy drag her up the stairs of his friends house to the spare bedroom. Neither of them knew that this would become a weekly occurrence.

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“Cal,” she looked over at him but he was still sleeping. She kicked his shin under the sheets and said his name a little louder. “Wake up” She said. His eyes began to flutter open and he looked at her and quickly mumbled a “no” before he went back to sleep. “Cal you have to get up” She said a bit louder trying to snap him out of his sleepiness. It was time for her walk of shame out of his LA apartment that happened weekly. She needed to leave before his friends came over for their writing session that took place on Sundays. His friends still didn’t have a clue what was going on. Even though she couldn’t care less, she knew that Calum wanted his friends out of whatever was happening between them. Yes, it hurt her but it’s not like they were dating or anything.

“The guys will be here soon” She said desperately trying to wake him up by tugging a bit on his hair. She knew how crazy that made him. “I don’t wanna see those dickheads” He said while opening his eyes completely for the first time this morning. She ignored his comment. “They should be here soon and we don’t have clothes on.” She tried to get out of Calum’s grip around her body but it only made him cling tighter to her. “Cal, seriously” She said sounding angry. He heard the tone of her voice realizing she wasn’t kidding and she was probably ready to kick him in the balls so he put his hands up to surrender. She climbed out his of his bed before stealing his shorts and a big hoodie, then went to the bathroom to freshen up.

When she walked back into his bedroom, he was scrolling on his phone and yet to leave his bed. She walked around the room and threw a pair of grey sweatpants at him. “Put em’ on” She said sternly. He looked at her and made a mocking face and mumbled something under his breath. She walked over to him to hit his chest playfully and stuck her tongue out at him. He caught her wrist and pulled her into his chest and wrapped his arms around her as he pulled her into his chest and back into his bed. And that is when they heard Calum’s bedroom door open. They looked at each other before looking at the three band mates that stood by the door staring at them. At least I have clothes on she thought. Meanwhile, Calum felt as if his life was over. He wanted what was between them to be their thing. Now it wasn’t.

“Since when are you two..” Ashton opened his mouth first pointing between Calum and her. “We aren’t” He said sternly as she rolled off his bed and slipped her shoes on. “Urm I guess I’ll see you boys later?” She said more as a question. Everyone in the room but Calum said a quick goodbye. Ashton walked over to Calum’s bed and sat at the end looking at his best friend. He knew calum almost as good as he knew himself. “It’s ok, mate. Whatever is making your face look like that, it’s okay” Ashton said. He nodded to himself as the boys left him in his room to get dressed. Never again Calum said to himself. What they had, had to be done now. He didn’t know why. He had no idea why his mind and stomach felt the way they did but he hated everything he was feeling. He hated feelings.

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They weren’t exclusive. But neither of them have hooked up with someone else. Neither of them have yet to have a thought about hooking up with someone else in the past couple weeks. He was on her mind as much as she was on his mind. But it has been over four weeks and she has yet to be at a party that Calum was at. She saw his best friends but he was always absent. She didn’t ask why because it wasn’t her business. They weren’t dating or anything, why should she be concerned? She hoped whatever the reason was, it didn’t have to do with the reason why he always left her snapchats and messages on read.

This night was different, he was there with another girl. She was tall, blonde, and looked like a supermodel. She was gorgeous. But she knew what calum liked and that girl was not his type. She wouldn't open her mouth to say that though. It stung seeing calum with another girl but there was nothing she could do about it. Her mind reminded her that they weren’t dating. They just were each other's fun hookup at the end of the night. They were each other's mistake. She hated the fact that her mind kept reminding herself this so to avoid her feelings she poured even more vodka in her red solo cup. She sipped on her vodka as she sat on the chair in the fancy LA mansion as she watched him interact with a girl that wasn’t her. She watched as he lead the mystery girl to the upstairs of the house. Everyone knows what happens upstairs. She knows because that where he used to lead her every night they ran in to each other. She was going to need way more vodka tonight.

Calum found himself in bed with a girl that wasn't her. And it felt wrong, everything about it. The new girl in his bed wouldn’t laugh at the jokes he said, instead she would give him some sort of sympathetic smile. She always laughed at his jokes he thought. He tried to get her out of his head and focus on the girl that was on top of him. He couldn’t. He could only pay attention to the fact that while they were making out and how this girl was straddling his waist. That isn’t what he liked. When he was in bed with her, she knew that he like having her in between his legs so he could hug her in between his thighs. And when he reached down to take off her skirt, he couldn’t focus on the fact that she was in her underwear in front of him. He could only focus on the fact that the girl was wearing pink underwear. She always wore black underwear, she knew it drove Calum crazy. But how was this new girl supposed to know this? She didn’t know him and she had no idea what he liked. And the fact that Calum wanted to have the girl that he was used to and that knew him scared the hell out of him. It scared him so much that he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He left the girl in bed and went downstairs to find the one that he couldn’t get out of his head.

And there she was sitting on the ground with legs tucked into her chest, a ice pack sat on her left wrist and it was held into place with Ashton’s hand. The sight of her with tears down her face and an ice pack on her body made his heart ache. He hated how this situation made his stomach and his mind feel. Seeing her in pain, made him feel pain. He crouched down to the floor and sat next to her. His hand replaced Ashton’s as he held the ice pack on her wrist. “What happened doll?” He said looking down at her. Her brain could only focus on the fact that he called her doll. “I got hurt.” She stated. She threw her head back and closed her eyes. Ashton sat down next to calum, “Some asshole wouldn’t leave her alone so this girl threw a punch.” He said laughing lightly. Calum’s eyes went wide and Ashton could tell what his best friend was thinking, “No Cal, I kicked him out of my house, I knew you would kill him.” He paused, “And yes it was very hot to watch her knock a guy out with a punch.” Wow Calum thought Ashton really knew him well enough to read his mind.

He hated the fact that he felt a need to protect her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and helped her walk out the door to catch an uber to his apartment. She rested her head on his shoulder and placed her hand on his thigh. “You always do this to me cal.” She mumbled. He looked at her and chuckled, “what take you to mines?” She shook her head, “no you always somehow get me to come back to yours even when it is the number one thing I try to avoid” She stated. He wanted to know why she was avoiding him. Was it the same reason he was avoiding her? He thought. He looked down at her and didn’t say anything else. He leaned his head on top of hers and looked out the window of the car. After a few moments of silence she spoke up again, “I have to avoid you because I want you. Not in the way that you want me.” She said. He felt like he couldn’t breathe.

The walk to Calum’s apartment was different this time. They weren’t telling jokes and laughing at each other or racing down the hallway. She leaned onto him as they walked down the hallway in silence. Once they reached his door, she walked straight into Calum’s bedroom and sat on his bed. She took off her heels and stripped her clothes off when Calum walked in with a cup of water for her. He placed it on the bedside table on her side of the bed that she slept on when she was over. He looked on the floor of his room and gave her a t-shirt for her to wear and helped her slip into it. “You do too much for me Cal, thanks.” she said as she slipped under the blankets in his bed. He didn't know how to respond, but he knew exactly what he wanted to say, if he had the balls to say it. “It’s because I love you” Calum thought but he didn’t dare say it to her. Instead he changed into more comfortable clothing and turned the lights off. He got into his bed and faced away from her and stared at the wall. He was going to have trouble sleeping tonight.

“You make me weak.” She said.

Her heart was racing and she couldn’t control all the thoughts she was having. But she needed to hear Calum say something, anything, of what was going on inside his mind. He sat up, making her copy his movements as they stared at each other. They were both scared. “We were a mistake. I can’t be in a relationship.” He said looking down at her. She pressed her lips together and looked away from him. She hated when he saw her weak. She didn’t want to be weak, why would he date a girl who can’t control her emotions? She thought. He grabbed her jaw gently and forced her to look at him in the eyes. He brought a thumb up to her face to wipe away her tears under her eyes.

“Be my mistake.” He said.

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game changer (pt 2) | stefan butler

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pairing: stefan butler x reader

plot: after months of strain and hard work, Stefan finally takes the completed Bandersnatch to Tuckersoft. when he gets there he finds that he still has a lot of work to do. luckily he has the best partner

word count: 1.9k

warnings: nothing really, i think there’s a few swear words in there

a/n: first off im so sorry for how long it took me to write this second part, like it’s actually ridiculous. i’m so bad at being punctual. also thank you for all the positive feedback on the first part, it’s means sm. hope this is good and you enjoy, thank u x

“Are you sure you don’t need any help with that?” Stefan said as he trailed behind you as the two of you made your way to your messy desk.

“No, I’m fine” You say struggling to keep everything in your arms.

As you place your work down onto your desk, you turn around to Stefan standing very close to you, you bump into his tall body slightly.

“Oh, I’m sorry” You both mumble in sync, Stefan stepping back slighty. You notice his cheeks turning pink slightly, you giggle at him lightly.

“Grab that seat by there” You say pointing to the chair in the corner of your work space “And bring it be here” You say sitting down in your office chair, boncing your feet on the floor.

You watch as Stefan grabs the chair lifting off the floor and dropping next to you. As he sat down he took his bag off placing it on the floor in between you two.

You noted how nervous and awkward he looked, he kept fumbling with his fingers or the hem of his blue sweatshirt.

“So..” You said looking Stefan “I’ve come up with some initial idea from what Thakur told me about the game. Have a look through them see if there’s anything you like” You say scrambling some of your best ideas, none of them finished, and passed them to Stefan.

You watched as he looked through the designs you’d given him. Grazing his fingers lightly over the art.

The silence made you slightly nervous, “If you don’t like any of them just say. I mean they aren’t my best” You smile.

“No, no. These are really cool” Stefan said smiling, while he continued to look through them.

“Thanks” You say with a little blush. “Is there anything in particular you’d like to see in the designs, because it is you game and I want to incorporate your vision into the design as much as I can” You continue, slowly swinging in your chair.

“I don’t know really” He replied, shrugging his shoulders

“I never really thought about how the design would look. I was too concentrated on making sure the game worked” He laughed slightly

“Yeah I understand” You smile “Maybe we can figure it out now?”

Stefan nodded his head.

“Would you like it to look like the book design, or... something new and modern?” You asked, while grabbing a fresh piece of paper and a blue pen. Scribbling ‘Bandersnatch Ideas - Stefan” at the top.

“Umm...” Stefan thought, scratching his neck slightly. “I think I’d like to incorporate some of the book. But with some modern elements so it doesn’t look completely the same”

“Ok, ok” You reply, scribbling it down quickly on the paper.

“And if it’s ok. Could it have some of the design I had in the load screen of the game”

“Of course...” You say, your mind already trailing off. Little ideas popping in your mind, here and there, you pull them together slightly.

You ran your hands through your hair, taping your pen on the table lightly. Tap - tap, tap - tap. From your right peripheral vision you can feel Stefan looking at you. His eyes moving up and down you.

He leant on your desk, fidgeting with his fingers. Stefan opened his mouth as if to say something, closing again almost instantly. Clearly not sure of whether to snap you at your thoughts or not. Causing you to smile at his general awkwardness

“Was there anything on these designs you liked?” You say, snapping your head in Stefan’s direction.

Stefan shifted in his seat again, before picking up one of the designs. “I like this one” Stefan said, passing paper to you and moving in his seat. Closer to you.

You picked up the design he gave you, it was a picture of a blue maze in the middle of the paper and with white text saying Bandersnatch near the top with each letter alternating up and then down. With a blue and pink gradient shadow behind it. You had also scribbled notes about having a black background and possibly a border around the edge. And at the bottom it read - “Can you escape the maze?”

Honestly you didn’t like it that much. I mean, you preferred it to some of the other drafts you’d made but it was nowhere near good

“I really liked the text. The way it moves up and down, and the colourful shadow behind it. I thought it looked really cool” He smiled, while pointing at the text.

“Thanks” You laugh “Is there anything you don’t like or would like to change” You said as you pulled a post-it note and pen towards you, ready to take notes.

“Urm, well. I liked the idea of having a maze in the design, but I'm not sure if i want it in the centre of the work.” He said.

“Ok, ok” You answer as you write it down. “Anything else?” You smile giving Stefan a small smile. Which he returned.

The two of you continued to work on the cover of the game for the rest of the day. Making notes, coming up with more drafts, trying new things. Mixed in with coffee and Stefan’s nervousness while talking to you, stumbling and blushing.

The two of you ended up being the last people to leave the office other than Mr Thakur. He practically threw the two of you out.

“Come on guys, I need you to leave so I can lock up and get home” Mr Thakur complained.

“Ok, ok. We’ll head off now” You say looking at Stefan for a spilt second, flashing him a smile while you start to pack up your things into your backpack.

“Yeah well you’ve been saying that for the past 2 hours, so you better actually leave this time” Mr Thakur fires back at you.

“My bags packed and my coats on. So is Stefan” You continue walking towards Mr Thakur “We. Are. Leaving” You say patting him on the shoulder, with Stefan trailing behind you.

“See you soon” You throw back to him as you and Stefan head towards the door.

“See you Y/N, and Stefan”

You push the down button on the lift door and wait as the creaking sound of old, unsteady lift made it’s way up through the many floors.

“Sorry we didn’t get to properly decide on any game covers, or particularly anything. But I’m glad we did get a few ideas down, I mean I didn’t really know much about the game from the brief Thakur gave me” You say still looking dead ahead at the lift.

You turn to see Stefan looking at you, quickly he averts to floor

“Don’t worry about it Y/N. I think I prefer it this way, so he can work on it together and thanks for agreeing to work on the design with me” He says finally looking up at you again.

“I mean there was no way I was going to say no. This is the first multi-choice game, where you don’t have to type in instructions” You say, almost shouting. And honestly you were excited about this game, not only for designing the art and marketing, which working on could massively boost your career. But as a game fan you were beyond excited to play it, it was just revolutionary. And you were about to be apart of it, even if it was a small portion.

The lift doors opened with a bing, followed but the sound rusting metal sliding against each other, Stefan moved aside to let you move in first and he followed behind as you pressed the button the ground floor.

“It’s going to be amazing Stefan. People are going to love it” You whisper shout.

You watch as a smile creeps up on his face, closely followed but a blush appearing on his cheeks.

“Thank you” He says in a whisper.

Another bonus of working on Bandersnatch was Stefan. He seemed so nice and well, he was cute. His long slightly curly black hair and his small smile, his slight awkwardness and fidgeting was endearing. But you were determined for Stefan to feel more comfortable and relaxed with you by the end of this project, to say you were puzzled by his nervousness was an understatement.

“What time are you here tomorrow?” Stefan asked you as he began to pull out his headphones and Walkman “I can come in and... m-maybe we can work on it together”

He says, his soft brown eyes looking down at you

“I’m not here tomorrow sorry. I don’t actually work at Tuckersoft full time cause I’m still in 6th form and I have classes tomorrow” You reply, slightly disappointed you won’t be able to work with Stefan tomorrow.

“Oh- that’s ok don’t worry about it” Stefan said, the same disappointment mirrored in his voice and eyes

You bit on your lip feeling slightly guilty, “Maybe, after I’ve finished my classes we can work on it at my house” You found yourself saying, as you weren’t usually this forward “Or... yours” You add.

“Where by is your 6th form?”

“In the middle of town near the leisure centre and Dartmouth lane”

“St Andrews College?” Stefan asked

“Yeah that’s the one” You smile, the lift bouncing slightly as it reached the ground floor, followed by a bing.

“That’s not to far away from my house. You could come to mine since it’s not to far away” Stefan began as the two of you walked out the lift.

“You sure you don’t mind?” You say back to Stefan as you began to fish you keys out your backpack.

“It’s no problem honestly. And that way we don’t have to wait for the days you’re working” Stefan continued

“Ok” You smile at Stefan as the two of you walk out the stained glass doors of Tuckersoft “I should be done by three thirty and I’ll make my way to yours”

“Yeah that sounds good”

You fish out a pen from your jacket pocket, “Here..” You say as you take Stefan’s hand and begin to write on it “Is my phone number. If there’s a change of plan and you can’t do it, ring me before nine twenty” You feel Stefan looking down at the top if your head as you write down the number of his sweaty hands.

“Any later than that, I won’t be able to answer ‘cause I’ll be in college” You finish writing your number down but still Stefan left his hand on top of yours, his finger tips grazing your palms. As the two of you hand on the damp curb.

You pass your pen “Can I have yours?” You say to Stefan looking up at him.

“M-My... what?” He says confused.

“Your address” You laugh “Y’know so I can go there tomorrow” You smile.

“Yeah, yeah of course. Sorry” He smiles as he takes the pen from your hand and writes it down on your other hand.

You watch him as he writes on your hand, his eyes concentrating and each movement of the pen. You smiled at him as you notice his tongue poking slightly out of the right corner if his mouth.

“Here” He says as he passed you back your pen.

“Thank you” You say placing back in your pocket “I’ll see you tomorrow at quarter to four” You say, beginning to walk in the direction of your car.

“Bye” Stefan says, waving at you and walking in the opposite direction.

As you walked away you smiled to yourself. You were looking forward to working with Stefan on this project, he was really sweet and caring. And not a axe wielding murderer like the author of Bandersnatch.

[tincanjello]

Morrigan Aensland Lore

Morrigan is a character from the game Vampire Hunter, or Darkstalkers in the US.  Along with Dimitri the vampire, she is one of the protagonists of the Darkstalkers universe..  though not much of any of this is touched upon in the gameplay.  The gameplay is a typical fighting game, more in the vein of Marvel, with massive combos and special ending moves that have near full screen FX.

Morrigan is the adopted daughter of Belial.  That’s a big deal because Belial, in real life mythology (wait, so is it real?) is quite the heavyweight.  He’s referred to as the leader of all dark beings, and sometimes even contrasted with God. (are you with God or Belial?)  So whatever the technicalities, Belial seems to be the top ranking bad guy, or at least very, very high ranking.

Morrigan herself is a succubus.  Visually, she totally has a vampire theme going, with bat wings..  actually 2 sets of bat wings, one on her back and another set on her head. (wtf?)  BUT, she is a succubus as can be seen from her outfit, which ranks somewhere between NSFW and “how does that even work”.  As a succubus, her job is to have sex with humans, where the lore surprisingly points out she is gender fluid, and to take people’s life-force.  That’s what a traditional succubus does, but succubi of the Aensland family are a bit more evolved.  If they can’t get outside to uh.. get life-force, a normal succubi would die after 2 days, Aenslandian succubi can excrete urm..  fluids, which can give them energy.  (wait, if you can excrete it, don’t you already have the...) I have no idea how any of this stuff works... and it’s kind of gross if you think about it.. surviving on your own bodily excretions..  doesn’t seem to be the most hygienic solution.  But Morrigan can do that...  yum?  There’s even a cut scene during the title intro where Morrigan has liquid dripping into her hands. (uh, so it comes from..  where?  Is that sanitary?)

There’s also this whole story about Morrigan being too powerful for her own good...  growing up, her powers would grow to the point of destroying her and a wide area around her. (like a nuke, basically)  So Belial decides to split her soul in to three..  Which sort of explains why in the game Morrigan can summon a clone, and gang up on the opponent.  Ok, that sort of makes sense, but where is the 3rd clone?  The 3rd clone was contained by Belial (ya, these mythical types do mythical things) until his death.  When Belial died, some other dude (Jedah) took over his position as the ruler of the underworld.  The new leader took Morrigan’s split spirit and gave her a body.  That was Lilith.

-she’s not exactly just a palette swap, Lilith has short hair!

Now Lilith is a succubus in actual real life mythology. (so is it real?)  During the game’s sequel, Morrigan joins with Lilith (like, spirit-merge), and becomes whole again, since now she has herself, the clone, and Lilith. (collect all 3!)  I don’t think it changed Morrigan in any way though..  you’d think she’d explode, but she’s mastered the art of not going nuclear critical I guess.

Morrigan has a strange temperament.  Throughout the series, she doesn’t seem evil at all, and seems mostly just interested in keeping entertained.  She just wants to have fun, ‘s all.  That’s great protagonist material, but maybe not so good as head of the Aensland clan.  She’s also a succubus, so seems to be able to make friends and get along with humans very well.  To get their life-force?  It’s hard to tell, but throughout the series, she seems to genuinely care for some humans, not in a romantic way, but an altruistic way, to just look out for their welfare.  Of course, as a protagonist, she can’t be helplessly evil.  She seems “nice” in many cases, and friendly and approachable beyond doing so just to get your life-force.  Not very demon-like, or even succubus-like.  I think the creators worked really hard to bend the worldview to make her morally acceptable.

Dimitri the vampire, on the other hand I think was conceptualized as the main protagonist, but I think Morrigan overtook his popularity.  Dimitri is a vampire, and he looks terrifying at times, has a cold, conceited attitude..  and my impression of him is that he’s just not very nice.  He’s fine being a vampire doing demon-like things... but that’s about it.  He’s not friendly.  I don’t want to meet him or any of his friends.  So..  just not very good protagonist material.  His condescending comments about every encounter doesn’t help too.  It makes you wonder why the creators made him so... unlikeable, while they went so out of their way to make Morrigan so affable.

- I am Dimitri, will you be my --NOPE NOPE NOPE.

The one major aspect that I don’t see explained is her ability to fight.  Why does she fight, and why is she good at it?  With many other monsters, the traits are built in.  Vampires have insane reflex and strength.  Automatic good fighter material.  That just doesn’t apply to a succubus.  Sexy, friendly, excretes life supporting bodily fluids that she CONSUMES..  k, that establishes she is extra on a new level.  She fights because it’s fun.  Ok, take your horse excrement and go sell it somewhere else.

-This is FUN!!!

Her latest incarnation is in Marvel vs Capcom, Infinite, where she is very much at the center of the story pretty much the whole way.  She’s in full 3D, and as everything becomes more realistic, it progressively becomes questionable how her outfit works at all.  I mean, her pair of -bodyparts- are about to fall out while she’s standing.  I guess the rest is magic.  She’s a demon, so physics probably works differently for her and other entities not from the normal dimension.  Maybe those aren’t even clothing, but just a part of her skin..  an anatomical organ that’s biologically stuck to her -bodyparts-.

“Men always look at them, I don’t find them interesting at all.  They’re both a part of me.  Lilith and my clone.”

So that’s about all I know about Morrigan Aensland.  Maybe there’s more lore out there that’s been retconned in to rationalize the sequel or her subsequent showing up in other games.  She’s one of the most recognized and well liked female fighter characters.  I definitely remembered her from the one game I played with her in it.  Didn’t know any of the lore at the time though.  Just that she was so awesome she didn’t even bother walking..  just floated around.  That’s pretty insane for a fighting game character.

[amayikes]

Bias tag

Rules: Tag 10 biases from 10 different groups and then tag 10 people.

Hey 90% of people who follow me and are not into kpop if you wanna read this it includes some not-kpop and uh you can watch me have an existential crisis and fangirl

also sorry for the long post I’m a talker.

I was tagged by @heymisty3!! Thanks <3! I tag @eternalyoongi (I just realised we’re mutuals hello!) @notsolittlemoshi and uh Idk if @sea-bun wants to do this? Or anyone else? Help I don’t have kpop mutuals

This was actually quite a hard post to do bc I listen to a lot of DJs/solo artists and very little kpop so I had to improvise

1) BTS - Taehyung. The one bias to rule them all, honestly

actually no, I’m adding another gif because just “a kpop handsome guy” doesn’t do him justice. That isn’t the Tae I fell for. This is:

actually just

but also uhhhhhhh

you know what actually can I change the tag and add 10 gifs of taehyung instead?

2) Blackpink - Lisa 

Her raps??? Her silliness?? Her style?? Stan!!! She just stands out so much for me I am very Lisa biased! Tbh, she makes me feel very not straight.

3) F(x) - Amber

HMMM A TOMBOY IN THE KPOP INDUSTRY?? WHO CAME FROM INTERNATIONAL AUDITIONS?? AND SHE’S ACTUALLY EXTREMELY FRIENDLY AND NICE???? YES WE STAN!!!!! A L O T!!!!

Seriously she is THE ONLY REASON WHY I LIKE F(X) AT ALL I DON’T EVEN LIKE F(X) I JUST LIKE HER SHE IS MY ABSOLUTE QUEEN PLEASE RULE ME YOUR MAJESTY

4) Taeyeon

Not Girls’ Generation. Just Taeyeon. As in her Solo songs. She’s the only one to stan. But I stan.

By now this post is going full gay why are there so many pretty girls

5) Stray Kids - Felix’s voiCE OMG

I got to know them literally today but what the HECK I found growling deeper than Kim Taehyung’s how is that even possible??? Just listen to it and tell me if that’s possible!  But I also stan Jeongin’s Jawline so here’s a gif of both which happens to be the reason I looked them up

UPDATE I AM OLDER THAN BOTH OF THEM?? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK HELP ME I’M CRYIᴺᴳ ᴸᴵᶠᴱ ᴳᴼᴱˢ ᴮʸ ˢᴼ ᶠᴬˢᵀ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴮᴸᴵᴺᴷ ᴼᶠ ᴬᴺ ᴱʸᴱ ¹⁹ ʸᴱᴬᴿˢ ᴼᶠ ᴹʸ ᴸᴵᶠᴱ ᴴᴬⱽᴱ ᴾᴬˢˢᴱᴰ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴵᴺ ᴬᴺᴼᵀᴴᴱᴿ ᴮᴸᴵᴺᴷ ᴼᶠ ᴬᴺ ᴱʸᴱ ᴵ ᵂᴵᴸᴸ ᴮᴱ ³⁰ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴵ ˢᵀᴵᴸᴸ ᴴᴬⱽᴱᴺ’ᵀ ᴳᴼᵀᵀᴱᴺ ᴬᴺʸᵂᴴᴱᴿᴱ ᴵᴺ ᴸᴵᶠᴱ ᵀᴴᴱˢᴱ ᴳᵁʸˢ ᵂᴱᴿᴱ ᴮᴼᴿᴺ ᴵᴺ ᶠᴿᴵᶜᴷᴵᴺᴳ ²⁰⁰⁰ ᴵ ᶜᴬᴺᴺᴼᵀ ᴰᴱᴬᴸ ᴵ ᴬᴹ ᵀᴱᴬᴿᴵᴺᴳ ᵁᴾ ᴵ ᴬᴹ ᴴᴬⱽᴵᴺᴳ ᴬᴺ ᴱˣᴵˢᵀᴱᴺᵀᴵᴬᴸ ᶜᴿᴵˢᴵˢ ᴮᴱᶜᴬᵁˢᴱ ᴵ ᴴᴬⱽᴱ ᴺᴼᵀ ʸᴱᵀ ˢᵁᶜᶜᴱᴱᴰᴱᴰ ᴵᶠ ᴵ ᴰᴼᴺ’ᵀ ᴮᴱᶜᴼᴹᴱ ᴬ ˢᵁᶜᶜᴱˢˢᶠᵁᴸ ᴬᴿᵀᴵˢᵀ ᴵᴺ ᴬ ʸᴱᴬᴿ ˢᴼᴹᴱᴼᴺᴱ ᵂᴵᴸᴸ ᴸᴵᵀᴱᴿᴬᴸᴸʸ ᶜᴼᴹᴱ ᴷᴵᴸᴸ ᴹᴱ ᴬᴸᴸ ᵀᴴᴱ ᵂᴼᴿᴿᴵᴱˢ ᴵ ᴴᴬⱽᴱ ᴮᴱᴱᴺ ᴬᶜᶜᵁᴹᵁᴸᴬᵀᴵᴺᴳ ᴬᴸᴸ ʸᴱᴬᴿ ᴬᴿᴱ ᶜᴼᴹᴵᴺᴳ ᵀᴼ ᴹᴱ ᴿᴵᴳᴴᵀ ᵀᴴᴵˢ ˢᴱᶜᴼᴺᴰ ᵀᴴᴵˢ ᴾᴼˢᵀ ᴵˢ ᶜᴬᴺᶜᴱᴸᴸᴱᴰ ᴵ’ᴹ ᴳᴼᴵᴺᴳ ᴼᵁᵀ ᵀᴼ ᶜᴿʸ 

6) Uhhh I ran out of kpop groups. So urm here’s uhhhhh not kpop

Hollywood Undead - J-dog (aka Jorel Decker)

He’s the cutest and sweetest of the whole band, his mask is the coolest, I actually have a weak spot for that ear stretch thingie and his wife is my goth idol!

That’s his mask by the way. His “notes from the underground” mask is the coolest thing ever crafted by human hands (change my mind meme)

In case you want a rap-rock, mask-wearing band to stan, by the way, do check out these guys they have glowing masks. And the “everywhere I go bitches always know” song you might know from memes, that’s theirs.

7) Bring me The Horizon - Oliver Sykes

Of course I’d stan the singer. And illude myself with the fact he dates a Brazilian (!!!) model who’s just 2 years older than myself.(!!!!)

Seriously how did she get there why am I here in pajamas typing on tumblr while she’s living in the US with this guy and appearing in magazines

Oh if you wanna listen to a band that started as heavy metal screamo then went to eletronic rock and got to full pop (lyric video because the dog dies in a very bad way in the mv) and excels at all genres, by all means. Here’s one of my faves in the middle ground.

8) Hm Linking Park in its entirety

I never stanned anyone from LP but I have 2 bands left and I can’t not mention them.... One of the biggest regrets of my life is that I didn’t go to their show last year because I was in the middle of finals season. I should have told school do go fuck itself.... I couldn’t have known it would be their last show in Brazil... Please rest in peace, Chester.

ah this post has gotten sad and emotional now, I need to cheer up with the next band

9) I can think of a group to add here but I’d be getting into an area of bands that aren’t that meaningful to me. That I never got that deep into. Ok, I haven’t gotten deep into 4/5 of the kpop groups but I got as far as I could in the subject this post was SUPPOSED to be about. Now that I switched to rock bands I will include the ones that I have a connection to. And I’m adding an individual artist. Because I love her, because I stan her. And that’s Nano.

 I’m sad she’s so unknown, I’ve loved her and her songs for years, since the time when she made vocaloid covers and didn’t show her face. This is literally the only gif I found of her. And not on tumblr, on GOOGLE.

Please listen to her, her songs are amazing. She’s japanese, raised in NY and she makes bilingual songs. Born to be is one of my favorites, 5150 is my favorite cover (half of it is in english) , Be Free is entirely in english, she’s made two anime openings (for rather unknown anime) and I can’t find an excuse to include this song too. All links are there, you won’t regret them, do listen to her!!

10) I think I ran out of groups now. I could add Guns n Roses but I don’t stan anyone, I could add Evanescence gorgeous Amy, I could add lots of individual artists, but I have one spot.

I’m sorry but I’ll end this with more gifs of Taehyung. he’s worth all 10 spots, I love him way too much not to show him off to everyone reading this. please look at this cutie 

how can he be both this

and this

I am giggling like a toddler while I look for these gifs I love him so goddamn much

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGG 

SO BASICALLY THE TAKEAWAY FROM THIS POST IS I LIKE GIRLS, ROCK BANDS AND KIM TAEHYUNG AND I TALK A LOT THERE YOU GO LADIES AND GENTS THANKS FOR ATTENDING MY TED TALK 

[flippingeggsy]

My fault

Pairing: Merlin x agent!reader

Request: Merlin x agent!reader, where Harry knows Merlin has feelings for the reader and continually reminds Merlin he can’t act on them as Kingsman agent. Also absolutely love all of your writings!

Word count: 2079

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, blood

(a/n: this got so so angsty, I got out of hand, sorry!!)

Everyday was a struggle for Merlin; he would watch you and everything that you did and would fall even harder for you. But he couldn’t tell you, he wasn’t allowed to.

He was reminded of that everyday by Harry. He could tell by the way Merlin stared at you that the scotsman had feelings for you but Harry needed to remind Merlin of the rules and so everyday, he did.

You had noticed that Merlin had started to act strange towards you; he would be rather blunt with you sometimes or not even talk to you at all and it genuinely upset you. You liked Merlin, maybe a little more than just friends but you would never tell him, you just couldn’t imagine Merlin reciprocating those feelings back.

You walked down the corridor and formally greeted everyone who walked past you before entering the meeting room where Eggsy, Harry and Merlin were. You gave a quick apology for being late before you sat down and listened to what Merlin was explaining, you noticed he was avoiding eye contact with you.

Once the meeting was over and the other two had left you walked over to Merlin.

“Everything okay?” you asked, he nodded, typing something on his clipboard and looking at the wall. You crossed your arms over your chest, before sighing a little and walking out the room and to where you needed to go.

Merlin watched you walk out the room, his heart feeling heavy; he hated to see you upset because of him, but he knew he couldn’t explain why. Harry watched you walk out the room, he knew you were upset but he knew that this was better for you and Merlin.

“You alright, y/n?” Harry asked softly, stopping you.

“Urm-, yeah” you replied, flashing him a small smile before walking off.

Weeks went by and Merlin still hadn’t spoken to you and the both of you hated it. You believed you had done something or said something without realising to Merlin that upset him but you didn’t know what but you obviously couldn’t ask him because he wasn’t talking to you. Merlin wanted to talk to you but he didn’t in fear he’d tell you what he wanted to, he didn’t want to make himself fall for you even more.

Harry could see everything that was going on and he honestly felt terrible about it but after all, he was only telling Merlin the rules of being a Kingsman but then again, who listens to rules nowadays, anyway?

You needed to talk to Merlin, you didn’t care if he didn’t want to talk to you, you just needed to talk to him. So, one day after a meeting, after everyone had walked out, you shut the door just leaving you and Merlin alone.

“Merlin, we need to talk” you said, Merlin didn’t respond, he just carried on typing. “Look, I don’t know what's happened between us but can you just tell me what’s wrong?”

“There’s nothing wrong” Merlin replied, not looking at you.

“Well there is something obviously because you never talk to me anymore” you said, sounding a little harsh. Tears began to gloss your eyes but you didn’t want to cry; you didn’t want to make a bigger scene.

“I’ve been busy” Merlin said quietly.

“Merlin, why are you not talking to me? If there’s something I’ve done just tell me” you said, fighting back the tears, “If you hate me, then just tell me to leave because I will”

Merlin didn’t respond. He shifted his gaze from his laptop to you, frowning a little as he saw the tears in your eyes before looking back at the device in front of him.

“So that’s it?” you asked, feeling the tears roll down your cheek, “All you’re going to do is just look at me and not talk? Do you expect me to know what’s going on? I’m not a mind reader Merlin! Just talk to me! It’s not that hard to open your mouth and say something?”

“Y/n-” Merlin started.

“Don’t ‘y/n’ me! Merlin, just tell me whats going on with you!” you said, getting angry.

“Y/n, you don’t understand..” Merlin said quietly as he looked at you, pushing his glasses back up his nose.

“You don’t know that!” you said, “Merlin it’s been weeks since you and I have spoken and all you tell me is that I ‘wouldn’t understand’? Maybe if you told me I would”

Merlin didn’t respond. The room went quiet for a couple seconds.

“So you’re not going to say anything?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

You were met with silence.

You sighed angrily before opening the door and storming out; you passed Eggsy and your way out and they tried to talk to you but you stormed away from them.

“Y/n!” Eggsy tried to call out but you kept walking away, wiping away your tears.

You walked out the tailor shop, and down the quiet streets of London; you vigorously wiped away your tears and tried to stop crying, getting looks from the various people around you.

The hours went on and you found yourself sitting in a pub, drinking. You felt kind of stupid for storming away and you felt bad for yelling at Merlin but it wasn’t your fault.

“‘Ello, love” you heard a voice next to you say. You looked up at the man, he was big and looked quite drunk, he sat opposite you - his friends followed suite. You sighed, rolling your eyes - you just knew this was going to end in a fight.

“Can I help you?” you asked looking at the group of boys who sat in front of you.

“We just thought you looked a little lonely. So me and the boys decided to join you” the man said, chugging back his larger.

“I’m alright, actually” you said, giving him a fake smile, “but thanks anyway” you got out of your seat and walked out the pub, walking down the streets of london.

“And where d’you think you’re going?” The same man shouted as he stepped out the pub, followed by his friends.

“Away from you” you shouted back; the many drinks you had, had were taking an effect on you. Normal, sober you wouldn’t say anything back, instead you’d usually beat them up but drunk you had other plans.

The sound of people running started to get loud and you knew the men were coming for you. You ran off, running through parts of London that you never even knew existed - just like the alleyway that you found yourself in surrounded by the group of drunk blokes.

One of the men came forward to you, you ran up to him and kicked him multiple times in the stomach and flipped yourself over his shoulders; you punched and kicked the men around you, seeing as you didn’t have a weapon on you at all. You wrapped your legs around a man’s neck, suffocating him as you beat up his friend, smashing him against the wall, knocking him out cold. The man under your legs pushed you off and on to the floor, where you hissed in pain - you had definitely broke your wrist.

You stood back up, using your legs to kick the man unconscious as more of his friends came for you; you knocked most of them out even with a broken wrist and being very drunk.

Breathing heavily, you look around at all the bleeding men laying on the floor with a small smile on your face. You went to turn around but you felt a strong hand cover your mouth up, stopping you from turning around. You went to yell out as you felt something very very sharp stabbing you multiple times in the back; the man ran away leaving you bleeding.

Your back burned in agony as you felt blood seep through your shirt and some on your stomach - that’s when you realised whatever the guy had stabbed you with had made its way through your back and out your stomach.

Dropping to the ground, you let out a strangled yell of pain, your glasses smashing on the concrete floor. Your eyes drooped shut, the pain becoming unbearable.

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Merlin sat typing away at his computers, blinking back the tears that threaten to fall; Merlin rarely cried, only you had seen him cry once - that is a long, long story.

The doors of his room burst open, a panting Eggsy gripping the door handle.

“Merlin, it’s y/n, she’s been fucking stabbed” Eggsy said.

“W-what?” Merlin asked in disbelief; surely someone with your amazing fighting skills wouldn’t get hurt.

“Y/n. Harry found out where she was and he went to find her. He found her bleeding to fucking death in an alleyway and n-now she’s in the infirmary and she’s still bleeding” Eggsy rushed out. Merlin abruptly stood up and practically, ran down the corridor to the infirmary, Eggsy following behind.

The room was full of many doctors and nurses, most of them yelling; Merlin saw you laying on the bed, unconscious, your body shaking, wires coming out of you and two blood soaked bandages on your stomach and upper thigh. Merlin tried to go over to you but was blocked off by a nurse who told him that no one could see you right now and that you were being rushed to have an emergency operation.

Harry, Eggsy and Merlin stood, watching as you were wheeled off in the hospital bed to theatre.

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Merlin’s hand gripped yours tightly as you slept for days on end; he couldn’t leave you alone.

The doctors had said that there was a chance that you would never walk again due to where the knife had stabbed you and that tore Merlin apart. He just wanted you to be happy; he blamed himself for everything.

“You’re going to be okay” Merlin whispered, stroking your hair back with his other hand, “I’m not going to leave you, y/n, I promise”  He placed a kiss on your hand, trying to hold back his emotions.  

Merlin sighed, watching you as you laid unconscious, your chest rising up and down; it was too silent. He hated to see you like this, he knew that it was all his fault. If he had just straight up told you why he was ignoring you then you wouldn’t have run off and you wouldn’t have been nearly stabbed to death.

“I wish I just told you” he said, “you’re so beautiful, you know that? I was an idiot not to tell you how much I love you. Stuff the rules, I love you, y/n, don’t leave me”

He heard a loud breath from you and looked up from your hand, to your face; he saw a distinctive, small smile on your lips.

“I love you too, you idiot” you chuckled, your voice sounding very hoarse and croaky. You opened your eyes, looking at him and squeezing his hand with the small amount of strength you had. “If I hear you blame yourself again, Hamish, I will hit you…”

Merlin chuckled a little bit but a single tear droplet rolled down his cheek, you lifted your hand up to his cheek and wiped it away with your thumb.

“I love you” you whispered, holding his hand as tight as you could.

“I love you, y/n” Merlin whispered back, kissing the back of your hand, “God, I love you so bloody much”

Weeks passed before you could get out of bed. It was a struggle for you to walk at the start but Merlin was always there holding your hand, feeling so proud of you as you began to walk. Merlin still blamed himself for everything but you reminded him that it wasn’t his fault; he also still cried but you were always there to hold him.

Many kisses and embraces were shared everyday between you and Merlin; and everyday you grew stronger. I mean, yes you still couldn’t walk properly and you couldn’t go missions but you had Merlin and he was everything you needed. It was just a shame of the circumstances when the truth came out.

[etherayy]

Random and off-the-top-of-my-head writing (just to spice up my little writeblr here)

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How nonsense leads to miracles in writing 😮🤔😝

So hey as I write this post I still have no idea what I’m gonna write. I sometimes do this, because often I create miracles in these impulsive teeny explosions I challenge myself to, and I concoct up trashy stuff when I attempt to prepare a neat framework, or abide by those suffocating rules I have no care about. Writing must be done freely, ya know? Even if your book title is about the loss or lack of freedom, you must write about that caged feeling or that line that cannot be crossed, but with a mind that reaches out past the boundaries of all the universes. You get it? 😝

So oops urm with all my big talk and all I’m feeling a little pressured now and the quality of what’s to come. What do you do when this happens?

You display to the world the awesomeness of your trash.

As I’m a very different person, I also believe in different things. While people say to always believe that your writing is amazing. I feel you should not. Your writing is trash. Yes it is! Acknowledge that fact. Yet you shall show that to the world. (Just make sure it’s not an annoying rant or something overly negative.) For there are so many millions of others have trash out there they are hesitant to recycle, have a smelly but still usable sock they are embarrassed to donate to the needy.

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Write your trash out now. Here’s mine, right off the very top of my head:

So I’m lying on the floor now using my phone to type this post and facing the carpet, so I will talk about the carpet. It… the first thing I notice is that is has intricate patterns that resemble Amoeba way too much, the unicellular microorganism I’d learned about in Biology. I jump up in a hurry. Oh, to imagine all these as squiggly little creatures I’m lying on! It’s a carpet we bought from a shopping complex, but it is sewn with uneven sizes of squares, like the maker purposely wanted to make it look like he didn’t have enough cloth, and simply sewed some scraps together. And slapped on some Amoeba. Now the maker hereby announces his one-of-a-kind signature carpet creation.

What does the maker say now in front of the entire nation? Has he discovered a way to layer Amoeba on carpets that can actually be soothing to human skin? Has the maker borrowed Cinderella’s rags in the peculiar making of the carpet? Regarding whether or not Cinderella really exists - does every single word written down all swirl to life in another dimension? So that does that mean Cinderella could be best friends with Harry Potter? Is the maker a supernatural being from Pluto with top-secret identity? Will the maker be ignored or will his absurd creation and apparent claims go viral and shake the Earth? Does he plan on planting a slow, torturous death spell on all the humans of the Earth with Amoeba that has fed on poison that exists only in his world?

I’m lifting up one corner of the carpet now, ew there’s so much dust underneath. Or rather, as I would put it: once there was a carpet…

It’s hidden evil secrets galore.

I sneeze.

And galore it is.

Or is he using the people’s want for better comfort to lull them into buying the carpets, through that slowly but surely using the sparkly dust he borrowed from Aladdin and Jasmine he transports everyone on magic carpets to another world, where there is peace, happiness, positive challenges, radiance, friendship and no pollution?

Oh, I see words on the carpet now! Funny I never gave the carpet in my room any notice until now. It must feel so elated that its owner is finally checking it out.

This is what it says:

Always loving you sweetheart, much more than you… cab gear? More like can guess, and wishing more joy for you everyday, than word can hard explain - express? Expand? I can’t read them they’re intelligible 😥

Oh now the mystery arises! So the maker has a secret love? So he’s not mister nice guy saving the earth now. Or… is his secret love living in that other world? Perhaps he wants to save the people and meet his soulmate with the same effort? Perhaps his soulmate is also another world saver, and she might migrate to our slightly sick world now to cure it while we take temporary shelter in this other world. But might that be bad? Won’t humans take this guaranteed safety for granted? Shouldn’t humans be left to discover the alternatives for themselves, even if some magical power to cure the world exists out there somewhere?

And you’re not entirely correct about words. Look at how my words dance now, though slightly chaotically - words are powerful as well, and you must not deny that!

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I picked the carpet, of all things, entirely at random, and I expected to write a whole lot of nonsense. I did start off nonsensely. It still is maybe, and a little bit messy. But truly, I haven’t generated so many ideas for months. I still think it’s not good enough, though; I never am satisfied with anything I write 😂 but still I myself am amazed.

Do you see? Look at how questions rise to the surface to question the nature and logic of these nonsenses, and how questions are born from within questions, and how even more questions lead from there. Look at how nonsensical, quirky things give birth to questions, how questions give birth to ideas, and how ideas give birth to stories.

Just keep letting your mind wander, letting your thoughts branch further and further out of topic, always still somehow managing to relate back to the central idea. Get the messy abundance of ideas first. Then go back and arrange them, arrange your thoughts. The ideas won’t run away if you note them down, in a notebook or your laptop.

Go, and pick any random nonsensical thing to write about, and “It will show you the world…. Shining, shimmering, splendid….” Aladdin may not have magic dust to transport flying carpets to another dimension, but he does indeed exist to sing motivating songs for us!

Take a smelly sock and smell it. Wasn’t your trash much better than that?

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I’m still lying on the carpet of Amoebae. It doesn’t matter now if it is hiding evil secrets, or hiding magic dust that can transport me to a better place.

For it has already brightened up my day with its stories.

~Aspiring writer Etheray