#i lost motivation for this and got bored so quickly i'm so sorry

[yrlocalghost]

bearing the weight of your father's sins or something. whatever

[pinievsev]

Hi it's mee!! Since you always have amazing Ideas for requests, you must be amazing at fulfilling requests too!!

I'd like to request a Hunter from xikers fluff, where reader goes on a first date to the movies with Hunter and they're both nervous in the beginning but then they hit it off and get very cute with each other!!

Thank you in advance and take as much time as you need! Love you 💞💞💞

I have, finally found motivation to write! I hope this does justice to your request! I'm not exactly the best at it, I might disappoint you but I hope you enjoy Love<3! (Could've definitely done a better job on this 😅)

{Requests are open, you can find my masterlist here!}

!!LOUD!!

Pairing: nonidol!Hunter X GN!reader

Warnings: none as far as I know.

Take a shot for every time I say a variation of the word awkward.☠️

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You were telling yourself not to panic, be calm, cool. You can do this! Just be yourse-

Your train of thought was cut short as you tripped on the sidewalk, barely catching yourself last second. The other day you had been asked out on a movie date by you crush!

Yeah, you were happy and excited and all that, but you were, rightfully so, nervous. You stood up properly and checked your phone. 8:15PM. You were supposed to be there 15 minutes ago!

You basically ran to the cinema a couple blocks down, a pit forming in your stomach as you saw a very uncomfortable looking hunter outside the cinema glancing around. You mentally slapped yourself and rushed over, apologising over and over "...and I lost track of time and-" he waved his hands Infront of your face, dismissing your apology.

"It's fine! It's okay! I just got here anyway!" He gave you a half smile, you could tell he lied but you nodded, not pushing any further.

"can we just- go inside?". He reached for your hand as you looked for the room you were supposed to be in, making butterflies erupt in your stomach, cliché I know, for a second you felt like you should pull your hand away but you forced yourself not to, instead letting your mind wander. You had let him pick the movie, so you didn't know what to expect.

After a couple minutes of waiting in your sits, your hands awkwardly touching, the lights inside the room finally dimmed and you focused your eyes on the screen.

Your jaw fell open as you saw the movie playing, it was one of your all time favourites! You had watched it so many times and never gotten bored of it. Forgetting the awkwardness moments prior you excitedly turned your head towards him, kind of scaring him.

"W-what-?!" He asked earning a couple of 'hushes' and 'shushes' from the people around you "You like this movie?" You asked, immediately regretting the question. He picked it! Of course he liked it! "Yeah- do you not?! We can always do something else-" "no no! It's actually one of my all time favourites, it's just. Not exactly too known that's why I'm surprised" you explained.

He quickly relaxed, squeezing your hand which you had forgotten was still in his "you scared me!" He whisper yelled this time "Sorry-?" He started at you for a couple of seconds before letting out a wheeze at how tense you looked suddenly.

So, he took it upon himself to help you relax, even though he was tense himself. Throughout the movie you talked about the plot, your favourite characters and even recited some of the lines along with the actors on screen. Laughing whenever someone shushed you.

Towards the end of the movie, you had noticed him turning to look at you quite frequently, your face was flushed red and you thanked whatever higher power was responsible for the darkness inside the room. "Hey.." you turned your head to look at him this time "yeah?" He leaned closer "You're red. Is everything okay?" Dammit. You took in a sharp breath "yep, just a little hot" you made up the stupidest excuse possible.

"yeah, you are." It was barely audible but you heard it, blinking at him repeatedly "wha- what?" "I'll tell you later" he motioned to the screen, turning to focus back on the movie that was mare seconds away from ending. Leaving you sitting there confused and flustered.

Walking out of the cinema you turned your head sharply towards him crossing your arms "Wanna tell me what that was?" He mimicked your actions "but your know what it was?" You narrowed your eyes "do I?" "Mhmmm" he gave you a toothy smile, basically melting you. How can someone he so cute?!

.

You were currently sitting on swings in a park, having lost track of time. You just sat there not swinging or anything you just rested your head on the chain, starting to once again feel awkward.

You felt someone standing behind you so you looked up, You saw Hunter standing over you, looking down at you "are you always this quiet?" "Maybe" you gave him a side smile, you've only been out for a couple of hours but you were starting to warm up to him even more than you already had.

He leaned down, a couple of inches away from your face "Maybe? What kind of answer is that?!" You bumped his shoulder and he laughed "ok no seriously, why are we so quiet?" Your eyes shone as you decide to have some fun "Oh? Well if that's the problem, WHY NOT BE LOUD?!" you asked raising your voice "Shhh, hey hey!" "WHAT?! I THOUGHT YOU DIDN'T WANT ME TO BE QUIET?!" "Yeah, not so loud tho!" You smiled satisfied with yourself "OH YEAH?! SORRY I DON'T REALISE" you noticed some windows light up across the street, making your eyes wide "Be quiet!" He warned playfully leaning closer "or what?" You asked not as loudly as you hoped.

Wanna take a guess on what happened next?

If you guessed a kiss, you'd be absolutely correct.

"or that" you tilted your head to the side still looking up at him from the swing you were sat on "I should be loud more often then?" "You can just ask, you know." You stood up and turned to him "can I have another one then?" "Good question. Can you?"now it was your turn to lean over, kissing him instead.

Well, that went better than you were expecting, not complaining or anything!

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[gojosbf]

Hello, I'm new to the jujutsu fandom, I've already watched season 1 of the movie and I'm in season 2 of jujutsu, I also follow the jujutsu manga, I liked your tumblr and started following you, I like your analyzes and you make me understand more jujutsu, thank you. I have a question, don't you think Sukuna is a boring villain, sorry, but he's too annoying, even Mahito is more interesting than him and it's impressive that Mahito gave more weight to the work than Sukuna, Sukuna killed Gojo and his death It had no significance in the work, it's something terrible, I think the author got lost.

Welcome anon, enjoy (more like mourn) your stay in this fandom. We have one of the most amazing fanartists, editors and writers (ignore gege) here and please this is an honour anon thank you sm actually. I wouldn't call him boring necessarily considering how cunning and calculating he's been since shibuya but I do understand where you are coming from, he has no reason and no motivation, he's your ultimate op villain who cannot be defeated and there hasn't been any other explanation to it. The difference between sukuna and mahito is that mahito was constantly looking for opportunities to improve himself and he enjoyed plotting and scheming, since he was born from human hatred he derived joy from purposely targetting people's psych, but for sukuna he's already reached his peak form, he doesn't need to improve, and sukuna literally has to do nothing because sorcerers and curses seek him out for that challenge. Though we do know he's not the type to do nothing when set free but their objectives and purposes are so different and that's why it's not a fair comparison, one was growing special grade curse and the other is already king of curses. As for gojo's death oh I agree SO much with that sentiment because in beginning it did not add anything to the story and felt like gege was looking for an excuse to get rid of an op character, but if we try to look past our bias I think he did that so he could fully focus on other characters. It still does not justify that month long Shinjuku battle and did feel sort of useless considering gojo was literally unsealed just before that only to go ahead and die but I can see why he did that. We might have hope because that seemed like too quick of a death and gege moved past it WAY too quickly (even kenjaku had a better conclusion) but maybe it could come around in later future to bring the series more surprise and hype. Some say gege is rushing because he wants to complete the manga quick so for now all we can do is make peace with the current plot and trust in process hopefully.

[2dkapsddr]

November 4th, 2024 - vivid/stasis, IIDX 32, DDR World,

Sorry, No Gaming Yesterday! what happened TODAY, however, is a whole story of its own! was pretty exhausted from the concert yesterday and ended up sleeping in, so i tried making up for my lost free time today by going to the arcade despite having class and all that... (was too lazy to go #tbh) . but of course, the arcade doesn't open until 10 AM, so i had to find some other way to spend my time before then... and i decided to spend it on grinding out vivid/stasis yet again!!! three new VS'es on valor/starcross [MID 12], Prime [MID 10], and Chronoexplorers (MID 10+, ironically(?) the hardest of the three) and as well as a few attempts to upscore STARGAZERS [FIN 16+] after seeing yadd get an AC on it... all of which went about as well as you'd expect (still a good rating boost after getting it to an SS+ tho!)

moving on though, the arcade had finally opened and it was now time to use my vivid/stasis warmup as energy and motivation for the scores i was seeking out that session . above all, i was most excited to play Shakunetsu Lost Summer Dayz [SPH-10] as i'd been using the song yesterday to get through my homework and wanted to set a good score on it to show how grateful i was to the song!!! i walked in through the elevator, headed straight to the IIDX cabs where i found a good friend playing there as well, and got to work on the scratching frenzy that was Lost Summer Dayz...

...a scratching frenzy that honestly went better than expected for me! may not have gotten an AA and all that pizazz, but i felt strong and consistent on the scratches and note chord combos so as to not fail . trying to live out the rest of the streak during this session, it quickly turned into a massive train of scratch charts galore -- whether it be from my friend's suggestions for scratch charts to play, or from songs i really felt like playing that just so happened to be primarily scratch charts . i even upscored Lost Summer Dayz from an E-Clear to an N-Clear, and even learned how to use Floating Hi-Speed properly for the first time as i needed it to get an H-Clear on Setsujou Danka [SPH-10] and my first clear on Midnight Drive [SPA-10]!!! i really did put the Pinky Crush in beatmania IIDX 32 Pinky Crush this session...

moving on to the last few scores (and last game, by extension) of this session... i had to suffer through the Horrors of calibrating my offset on the DDR Gold cab whilst i tried to keep myself awake from the bore of a math lecture that i took notes on in between games . it really felt like a slog to play, and i unfortunately wasn't getting anywhere with my scores (as evident by the set of failed Flare EX attempts on Kyoufuu All-back [ESP-12]...) . amidst all the despair and gloom, however, i managed to sneak in a PFC on HITO Mania [ESP-14] as 14 PFC #15, as well as an upscore on DIABLOSIS::Naga [ESP-17] during Extra Stage!!! after those scores though, i tried playing a set of the Porter Robinson songs in DDR in commemoration of having attended his concert this weekend, though the scores weren't nearly as good as i'd wanted them to be... i'm just too tired for this rn myan

[wintercherryx]

Day 4 - It's a workout

OH MY STARS I POSTED SOMETHING SDTYGHBSGN

Ah, I lost my motivation during this, but I wanted to get this out because I'm determined to finish a week of drawing something and yeah, hence why it took so long adghbsgn

I'm not gonna miss a day >:v

Errink week is hosted by @squidiotslittlevoid!

And as always, written one shot under the cut, and an explanation, enjoy!

Please do not copy, trace or repost, thank you!

"I'm boooored." Ink whined while Error just turned to Ink with an unamused look. "And I care because?" "Because you're my frienemy Glitchy!" Ink then grinned at Error, who just deadpanned even more. "You're the only one here who thinks that." Error scoffed while Ink then pouted. "Oh come onnn Glitchy! Entertain me!" Ink whined as he then flopped on Error's lap, causing him to let out a yelp. "A little warning next time?!" Ink then looked sheepish. "Sorry."

Error just sighed in annoyance before glaring down at Ink. "Sorry doesn't cut it you imbecile." Error just flicked Ink on his frontal lobe, making Ink whine and cover it. "Mean!" "What's new." Error deadpanned before he then leaned back and sighed softly. "Considering you won't even stop annoying me if we don't even do anything, what do you wanna do?" Error glanced down at Ink.

"Uhh... I dunno." Ink then blinked a bit. "Well, running around the Multiverse is always fun!" Ink grinned up at Error, who was silent for a bit, that is true. Especially if you're just randomnly running through. "Eh, boring." Like he'll admit that it's fun though.

Ink just laughed and got up. "Alrighty then!" "Wh- Hey!" Error yelled as Ink suddenly snatched his glasses. "Give that back you dipshit!" "Come get it then!" Ink exclaimed as he opened a portal and jumped in. "IIIINK!" Error then quickly jumped after Ink.

Laughing as Ink ran away from Error, he then looked around at the sight around them before turning over his shoulder, yelping as he dodged Error's strings and then laughing more. "Ha! You missed Glitchy!" Ink exclaimed while Error snarled.

"Give it back damn it!" "Ha! Slow poke! Get on my level of speed- oh shit." Ink yelped as he quickly dodged Error's strings once more. "WHO ARE YOU CALLING SLOW?!" Error yelled, following after Ink as he quickly jumped into his ink puddle, Error jumping after Ink as well.

They did this a few more times, little banters thrown here and there until they got to an AU that consisted of mostly rain, or the area they were has rain occupying everything.

"Oh come on Glitchy!" Ink laughed before letting out a noise of surprise as he was tackled down and Error grabbed the pair of glasses off of Ink's hand. "Ha!" Error then got off Ink. "Don't do that again." Error deadpanned while Ink just continued to laugh. That was such an exhilarating experience, hell he'd probably go and do it again someday! And it's more fun with Error doing this with him!

"Fine fine." Ink then giggled as he then got up, he wasn't tired from all that running yet though, him and Error has done much longer! Also since they used to fight daily and such so they're pretty athletic.

Ink then gasped and grabbed Error's hand, Error glitching once more. "Again! Warning!" "Sorry sorry!" Ink giggled while Error rolled his eyelights, Ink's lucky that Error's already used to his random grabbing anyways, especially since Error's aware of how impulsive Ink can be.

"Anyways, where even are we." Error murmured as he then checked the coding before blinking. "Underweather." Error couldn't help but snort, glancing at Ink. "Really?" "Hey, it's a good name, especially since each large area has a different weather in them." Ink then grinned and Error rolled his eyelights once more.

"So we're in Rainfalls then?" "Uhuh! Now c'mon! I want to show you something!" Ink exclaimed as Error placed his glasses on his inventory. Error lets out a small sigh before smiling softly as he followed after Ink.

~~~~~ Explanations ~~~~~

Just a little explanation to explain Error's touch phobia, he doesn't react as much to Ink anymore as this was mostly after Day 1, which means he's a little bit more used to Ink now.

Ink tends to forget about Error wanting warnings whenever he wants to touch Error, so much so that Error just lets himself get used to it. Ink knew that Error got used to him when he spoke about 'warnings' less and less, and mostly just says it out of habit. Also, regarding Ink's height, that's how his height is actually, I just don't know how to draw it well or keep it consistent sdghbdsg

So ye, just a little fun fact ig? XD

[nagipops]

hii I love your blogs sooo much you're really talented (I just needed to say it sorry) so straight to the point, I already made 2 requests to you and I really enjoyed your writing so I would like to make another again. As I'm clueless about what to request I'll just ask for random hcs for konoha 11, idk if it's too much but if so then you can do with Neji (I love him so much), Kakashi and Naruto. Thank you in advance and sorry anything ^^

RANDOM KONOHA 11 HEADCANONS!

FEATURING: naruto, sakura, shikamaru, ino, choji, neji, rock lee, tenten, kiba, hinata, and shino

WARNINGS: mentions alcohol, drugs, food, bugs, and the tiniest nsfw mention if you get the joke. hehe

A/N: AHHHH ANONN this seriously made my day, im so so glad you enjoy my work!! 💖

NARUTO

you know how we all have “the chair”, where we throw all of our dirty clothes onto?

yeah, imagine that, but from the seat to the fricking ceiling

its just a GINORMOUS MOUND of clothes, you wonder how he even goes through that many clothes so quickly???

definitely shoves it under his bed whenever guests come over (somehow)

holds chopsticks really weirdly. but it works.

asked tenten to put his hair into space buns to mimic his sexy jutsu and went around flirting with the village

jiraiya was so proud of him T-T

comes up with the WORST pickup lines

they’re so bad, its almost charming. almost

has gone AWOL multiple times, disappearing from everywhere, just everywhere

it scared you a little, so you searched the entire village for him

you finally found him sitting on the ledge of a cliff, gazing out at the vast sea

concerned and panicked, you cried out to ask him what was wrong

he turned to you with a crestfallen, devastated look on his face and said,

“i bought shrimp ramen instead of chicken ramen.”

you’ve never searched for him after his disappearance ever again.

SAKURA

100% makes origami shurikens and chucks them at you

they are deathly precise and deathly sharp. seriously, how are these not illegal weapons yet???

writes threatening motivational notes to herself on the mirror

“u got this!” “make sure to smack naruto today!” “ino sucks!”

her backpack would always be way too high up on her back. idk why but. it would

does her hair all nice and pretty before she goes out but once she arrives to her destination SHE KEEP. TAKING. IT OUT. and redoing it over and over and over again

like it’s impossible to make eye contact with her because she’s holding a bobby pin between her teeth while braiding her hair

her guilty pleasure would be hostess treats

ding dongs are her favorite. don’t ask me how i know, i just know.

eats the yellow starbursts just to spite naruto and all her haters

loves small lap dogs, she think’s they’re so cute and cuddly

but she especially loves chihuahuas

they’re so feisty and naruto HATES them, so of course she had to go and get one for herself

dresses the poor dog up in little bonnets and jackets and ties its tiny fuzzy hairs into pigtails

she and the chihuahua are not that much unlike <3

SHIKAMARU

this man is a god at shogi but he absolutely SUCKSSSS at cup pong.

is this an ick? idk. but he is absolute trash at this game.

it gets even worse when he’s got a couple drinks in him

tries to calculate the velocity and acceleration and angle and shit but his shot is always a good two feet off BYE 😭

just mutters an “aw, shit” before awaiting his turn again

hates checkers, loves chess

“checkers is for WUSSIES” - shikamaru nara

i said this in another post, but he is Very Good at whistling

like that’s his hidden talent

can copy any tune with the perfect pitch and rhythm

speaking of, he can do really cool tricks with his tongue

like making a four leaf clover, touching the bridge of his nose with it, flipping it upside down, you name it

he has slanted, scrawled handwriting, to the point where it’s almost illegible

wbk he cheats in school SO OFTEN. but he never gets caught. he’s not stupid, he just couldn’t care less about his classes.

thinks weed and e-cigs are stupid, cigarettes are where it’s at

you just can’t replicate the feeling of taking a drag from a cig after a long, tiring day

plus he looks hella cool while doing it B)

INO

teaches the boyz™️ how to braid their hair

like they all gather in a circle around this feisty fashionista and fail attempt to braid their hair

sakura was just fuming in the sidelines

“OI, INO-PIG, THAT’S A DUTCH BRAID, NOT A FRENCH BRAID!!”

yeah, ino 🙄

the only one that can actually do it is neji because a) this man is talented af and b) he’s got the long hairrr

ino probably envies his thick, sleek hair because hE’S a bOy

also asks everyone for their blood type and zodiac signs and tells them if they’re compatible with her or not

and definitely judges you for your sign 😣

“oh, you’re a gemini? hmm, what a shame...”

makes bouquets for her favorite people and kin assigns everyone a flower

only assigns the pretty nice ones to the people she likes (sorry sakura, you’re out of luck)

one of her favorite hobbies is crafting! she’s really good with details and small things so she loves making those miniature dollhouses and stuff

also really good at watercoloring. especially painting flowers and landscapes

also i feel like she would be really good at playing any instrument because of her skilled hands

can play a badass flute solo. period.

CHOJI

would honestly rather die than get anywhere NEAR an asparagus

he just thinks they’re so gross and bitter and NOT SALTY

he always eats his yakiniku a little bit undercooked because he’s way too impatient to wait for it to cook fully. who do you think he is??

whenever he cloud gazes with shikamaru, when asked what he thinks a cloud looks like, he just says some sort of food

“oi, choji, what does that one look like to you?”

“a... yakiniku grill... with... pineapple rings on it! ooh, and a wagyu steak right there!”

he thinks pringles are an abomination to society. where’s the crisp? where’s the grease? where’s the saltiness?!!!

asks ino to teach him how to do his hair all fancy and the two of them devote an entire day learning different hairstyles

it’s his new favorite thing to do now :D

he really likes crayons!!!!

like he’ll write with them, draw with them, color with them, do everything with them

he’s even tried to eat them. he said they tasted good.

definitely had the 128 crayon pack WITH THE BUILT-IN SHARPENER, and everyone thought he was the coolest kid in town

he ate it UP, he even scored some bbq dates with the ladies

i also feel like he loves basketball, and he has a MEAN slam dunk

like his vertical isn’t that high, but the man can REACH

he loves when people laugh at him when he challenges them to a 1v1 and then proceeds to absolutely destroy them <3

NEJI

he seems like a cucumber kind of guy.

just cucumber

like i feel like he puts it in everything; soba, salads, sandwiches, his face, yeah

it’s mellow and cool, just like him!

speaking of, i feel like he lives for spa days and facials

it just lets him be alone in his little cucumber scented world for an hour or two and he gets damn clear skin from it as well

seriously he has PERFECT skin. flawless. not a single blemish. his cheeks feel like baby butts they’re so smooth.

i feel like he’d be a god at solving rubik’s cubes, don’t ask me why

like if anyone scrambled theirs on accident they would just take it to neji and he’d solve it in the blink of an eye

CAT PERSON!!! loves the little meow meows

who are we kidding, neji basically is a cat; agile, aloof, does silly things without trying to, very cute

he just feels akin to the little fuzzballs and he thinks petting cats are extremely therapeutic. good for the soul

he is a golf man. he would take his juniors golfing and everyone thinks he’s uncool. cmon neji let them go to the skate park at least T-T

also very good at karaoke, definitely surprised everyone once he got a few drinks in him since he started serenading you

LIGHTWEIGHT!!! do not get more than one shot of alcohol in him. he will go berserk.

i also feel like he’d really love photography; not taking pictures of people, but of nature

he loves taking a quiet stroll through a pretty forest and snapping pictures of all the unique flora and fauna

it’s so serene ︶ ‿ ︶

ROCK LEE

100% milly rocks everywhere

gai got in on it too once he asked what lee was doing

“is that what all the youthful cool kids do these days!”

they also dab together. a lot

DO NOT BE SEEN WITH THESE TWO!!! you are not associated with them.

definitely is the one breakdancing in the middle of the dance circle at a high school party

he’s mad skilled at it too

headspins and windmills galore

challenged naruto to a dance-off and completely OBLITERATED him

lee then asked if naruto wanted a rematch, this time with one hand tied behind lee’s back

naruto obliged, and he STILL lost

RIP naruto and his fangirls, they all scrambled to lee afterwards T-T

i feel like his favorite subject is science

not the boring physics equations and laws and theories but the fun EXPERIMENTS

definitely has singed all of his hair off one time and he went to gai blubbering to help him grow back his precious hair

but he loves experimenting with different combinations and chemicals to get different reactions each time

created a potent love potion and carried it around with him all day one day

and it was actually working

girls were flocking to him left and right, staring at his lips and his face

he was so abashed at the sudden attention

heck, it even worked on sakura

“oi, lee-san!”

“hehe, yes, sakura-san?”

her eyes shifted downwards to his lips and his heart thumped harder

“hey... lee-san?”

“what is it?”

“you have something on your lip. we’ve been trying to tell you all day but you just winked and blew kisses at us.”

legend has it lee has still not recovered to this day.

TENTEN

has THE prettiest handwriting. and she can write SUPER fast

it’s like a superpower

like she transcribed five pages of a report in less than two minutes with perfect handwriting

naruto is so jealous.

she is also super good at origami! those diligent, accurate hands aren’t just for throwing things

taught sakura how to make shurikens but does NOT endorse any violent uses of them

she can replicate all of her weapons with paper and they can actually function, it’s so cool

made paper kunai knives one day and the wholeee village wanted to get their hands on them

i feel like she’d listen to mitski. idk i just get those vibes

LOVES BIG DOGS!! especially fluffy wuffy samoyeds

like man’s best friend?? no, GIRL’S BEST FRIEND!!

hugs and cuddles and squishes all the big dogs

she thinks small dogs are spawns of satan

sakura and her have definitely quarreled over this

but at the end of the day, all dogs are adorable fur babies, so she lets it slide :,)

KIBA

kiba always looks SO GOOD in photos you take of him, candid or not

like you could just whip out a camera and snap a photo of him at any given moment and he would look perfect

you framed a picture of him yelling at akamaru for peeing inside the house

it’s pure artwork

i feel like he tries to swagger around with his hands shoved in his pockets but it fails MISERABLY and the girls are wondering if he broke his leg or something 😭

kiba just walk normally. for the love of god please just walk normally.

he tries to slump back in his chair really low but one time he slouched way too low so he slipped off of his chair and onto the ground LMFAOOOO

he just wallowed there... in shame...

also.. he LOVES when the girls put makeup on him!!

he tries to act like he hates it. but it secretly gives him so much confidence

not to mention the girls hyping him up are a huge ego boost

okay the inside of his jacket hood is the warmest. thing. EVER!!!

seriously, no wonder this dude is so happy-go-lucky all the time, he’s living in literal heaven 24/7

it’s like you’re sleeping on a cloud inside a warm, cozy bed during a cold winter morning

10/10 would recommend letting him give you his sweatshirt when you’re chillin with a hair tie ❤️

HINATA

always smells like lavender soap. always

also has the cutest pencil pouches with little puppy faces and kawaii things

oH and she has those mini yoobi highlighters, she thinks they’re so cute (and functional!)

everyone flocks to her to try them out and marvel at the cute tiny highlighters

and they try to steal them from her but she doesn’t even stop them because she’s too timid to 😭

naruto goes BALLISTIC over them

she lets him have all of them <3

tennis girl!!! tennis girl.

all of her opponents always underestimate her because she’s so timid and shy and quiet

but she has a KILLER serve

and then she takes her opponents to the slaughterhouse with a complete shutout ;)

she’s really athletic believe it or not, she can beat most of the boys in a mile run and she has incredible endurance

i feel like she really loves velvet scrunchies

she just thinks they’re so pretty and they keep her hair soft so they’re cute and functional

also takes the PRETTIEST notes!!

color codes, dividers, headers, you name it, it’s all super readable too its insane

everyone asks her for her notes, not to study but just to appreciate the pure artwork that it is ^w^

SHINO

shino is SO easy to prank

“how do you catch an eyemaster?” *cue naruto and kiba snickering*

“eyemaster bait. that is because—”

even when everyone’s laughing their asses off, he still continues to explain his answer since he does NOT GET THE JOKE

tried his hand at writing haikus

here’s his best one so far:

“Bugs are amazing. That is because they are bugs. Bugs are very nice.” - Shino Aburame

VERY proud of it, since it took him weeks to perfect

praise it, pls

had one of those ant farms and bug-catching kits as a kid

and he would fill the kit TO THE BRIM. LIKE IT WAS HEAVY BECAUSE THERE WERE SO MANY BUGS.

he loves the little chitters of the different bugs

he had jars of different bugs all lined up on a wall shelf in his room

collects silkworms off of trees and sticks them into his pockets (no i definitely did not do this as a kid...)

HELP I FEEL LIKE he would record a timelapse of his ant farm growing and upload it to youtube with a movie maker title screen that says

“my ants”

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[freakynct]

「𝒂-𝒛 𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔」

— na jaemin

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a; aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

jaemin is so caring after sex, probably one of the most caring members, he absolutely has to make sure that you're alright and taken care of. i know this is not an aftercare aspect but i totally see him as the type to finish you by eating you out if you didn't cum during sex. he goes all out with aftercare, helps you walk or even carries you, takes a shower or has a bath with you and does all the work of washing you clean, gives you his sweater to sleep in and cuddles and kisses you until you fall asleep in his arms. everything for his baby

b; body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

i feel like jaemin sees your body as something precious to him and he makes sure you know that, but i feel like he has a soft spot for your neck and eyes. on him it's probably his arms and maybe his eyes too, he really knows how to use them to his advantage

c; cum (anything to do with cum basically)

i think jaemin's favorite way of cumming is inside you. he loves the intimacy of it, especially if he gets to look into your eyes while he does so

d; dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

this is something that jaemin thinks is well hidden from everyone but what he forgets is that you're the one that does the laundry and it's pretty noticeable when your underwear starts to slowly disappear. he just can't help himself when he sees all the pretty underwear you own, thinking about how good you would look dressed in them or remembering that one time he fucked you so good in them. so he kinda gets lost in his thoughts with your panties in his hand that he slowly drags down his body until he has it wrapped around his cock and well you know the rest

e; experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i definitely see him as someone that would much rather have sex while in a relationship, he's not one to do a lot of one night stands but he does have some experience. he has had a few partners before and he's definitely really good at what he's doing and he takes his time learning what works for you

f; favourite position (goes without saying)

i'm sorry if this comes off as predictable but i don't see jaemin enjoying any other position more than he enjoys missionary. he loves eye contact and intimacy and missionary checks all the boxes. he also gets to hold your hands and kiss you and watch how pretty you look while you cum around him. he also really enjoys to lift your legs up and hold them over his shoulders while he fucks you

g; goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

i definitely see him getting a bit more goofy sometimes, jaemin doesn't need to be all serious during sex and he knows how to balance things out. he loves teasing and making you shy so he's not afraid of making some jokes or be more playful during sex to get what he wants

h; hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

i think jaemin is pretty well groomed, he doesn't shave it all off but he likes things neat and he takes care of it

i; intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

i think i've mentioned this aspect a few times already but jaemin loves intimacy during sex and feeling close to you. he doesn't need to be romantic all the time to make you feel special because he naturally already makes you feel that way. however he does go all out when it comes to special occasions like anniversaries or birthdays, he likes to put in the effort and prepare something really romantic. he also loves to praise you during sex

j; jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i think this really depends on his mood, i don't think he has a set schedule for it. sometimes he feels more horny than other times but i would say that he does it regularly, not everyday but pretty often

k; kink (one or more of their kinks)

i think jaemin's main kinks would be praise, light bondage, daddy kink, foreplay, body worship, lingerie and light marking

l; location (favourite places to do it)

jaemin isn't big on sex in public places, he prefers the comfort of his home where both of you can feel comfortable and safe. i would say his favorite places are his bed and the couch

m; motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

something that really gets him going is being able to intimidate you and making you shy and sensitive to his touch. he loves seeing you at his mercy and trying to avoid eye contact, makes him confident and he thinks you look cute and that turns him on

n; NO (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

something i have the feeling jaemin wouldn't enjoy is anything involving too much pain on you. he's not really into too hardcore stuff so anything that makes him feel like he's hurting you rather than pleasuring you he won't do

o; oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

jaemin is all about giving. of course he loves when you go down on him but he loves seeing you squirm under him while he makes you feel good with his mouth and he's really good at it

p; pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

i don't see him as someone that likes really rough sex. he's more into slow but deep movements and he makes it very sensual. he makes sure every thing he does feels good to you just as much as it feels good to him. his movements might get a little faster when he's about to cum or if you ask him to go faster but besides that he likes to take his time with you

q; quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

i don't see jaemin being into quickies that much. like i said he loves to take his time and he loves foreplay and quickies are just not as fun to him so i don't see it happening that often

r; risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

i feel like he prefers to be safe but he's not boring either. if he sees that you really want to experiment something new then he will try it for you but he's not one to risk it too much

s; stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

i feel like jaemin has pretty good stamina and he can last for a really good amount of time. he likes to pleasure you above all and he won't stop until he knows you're satisfied, so if he needs to go for a long time he will

t; toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i think jaemin likes smaller toys and he likes using them on you from time to time. he loves foreplay so toys are a great addition to see how far he can push you. i feel like he chooses the cutest designs and colors for the toys he uses on you but that's it, he will only use them on you, never on himself

u; unfair (how much they like to tease)

i touched on this before but he loves to tease you, so much. it's one of his favorite parts and he has managed to be able to make you wet for him just from his teasing, whether through words or by touching

v; volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

jaemin isn't that loud but he also doesn't feel the need to be quiet either. he knows you like to hear him too and he will be louder when you suck him off or you focus more on him as a way of praising you and showing you he's enjoying what you're doing, he knows that makes you happy. i feel like he groans and grunts more than actual moaning but he let's out some moans sometimes

w; wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

you let out a weak moan as jaemin guided your hips against his, your hands holding tight to the couch behind him, your thighs starting to burn at the constant up and down movement.

"you're doing well princess, just like i taught you." he remained calmed but the breathiness on his voice gave away how much he was enjoying seeing you ride him. "look at me baby." he said as you realized your eyes had been closed the whole time, both due to the pleasure you were feeling and to how shy you felt being this exposed to him, even if it wasn't the first time.

you slowly opened your eyes, being greeted with jaemin's cocky smirk as he confidently stared at you. your hips stopped moving involuntarily as you got lost in his gaze and you had a moment to realize how your cheeks burned and how your fingers hurt from holding onto the couch so tightly.

"don't stop now baby. i know you're so close to cumming, aren't you?" you whimpered as you felt his fingers moving slowly over your clit, encouraging you to keep moving up and down on him, the combination of his fingers and his cock inside you making you bite on your lip to suppress the moan that threatened to come out. "that's it, that's my good girl."

x; x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

i think he's just on the average side, not big but not small either, kinda like the "perfect size" to make you feel good. i think his girth is also pretty average and he has an overall pretty dick and i feel like he's circumcised as well

y; yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

i think his sex drive is pretty normal, not too high and not too low and definitely depends on how stressed or tired he is from work. i think it's not hard to turn him on so i think his sex drive will also depend on his partner and their sex drive

z; zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

like i've mentioned jaemin is big on aftercare so he won't fall asleep until you're taken care of even if he's really tired. so after sex he makes sure you're all clean and comfortable and then cuddles up with you until both of you fall asleep

[allystyles1]

now lay down, i want to cuddle with my boyfriend-Steve Rogers x reader

i love @sigyncevans and she helped me with this and she's the biggest motivation source i have so i just wanted to tag her and thank her by this lol

also i like writing emotinal things that turn into cute stuff, you can give me more ideas because i actually don't know what to write ಠ﹏ಠ

Steve Rogers×Reader

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You were on a mission with Natasha while Steve was on another one with Bucky. When you were finished and back on the jet you texted him you were done and coming back and he replied with a 'okay, we'll be done in a few too' . You chatted with Nat on your way back home and time passed quickly, you were back at the compound in half an hour. You went to your room you shared with Steve and took a quick shower, read a book while you waited for him.

"Hey love." Steve opened the door and put his shield on the ground.

"Hey, how was the mission? Are you hurt?" you asked as you put your book on the table in front of you and got up.

"It was okay, just a small knife wound, it'll heal until tomorrow." he smiled and stripped off his suit.

"I'm just gonna take a quick shower." he informed you and you nodded.

"Would you like me to clean the cut?" you knew it would heal itself but you liked to make sure it didn't get infected or anything.

"No y/n, like i said it'll heal until the morning. You don't have to." Why was he acting a little different? He seemed angry with something.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't it be?" he had no emotion on his face, you weren't used to seeing him like this.

"You seem a little frustrated, are you angry with me or something?" you cupped his face.

"No y/n, could you stop?" You were convinced something was wrong, this wasn't your Steve. You nodded your head and pulled your hand away from his face. He went in the shower and came out in a few minutes. You gave him clean clothes and he took them without even thanking you. The way he was acting broke your heart and you wanted to learn why he was like this.

"Steve, i'm sorry if i said or did something, why are you acting like this?" your question seemed to surprise him.

"Acting like what?"

"I don't know how to say it, umm.. like you don't want to be with me right now?"

"I'm not acting like anything. Stop worrying y/n, good night." he turned his back to you and laid down on the bed. You felt like tears were trying to come out of your eyes so you closed your eyes for a while to prevent that from happening. When you felt calmer you turned off the lights and laid down on your back. You weren't sure if cuddling was what Steve wanted right now so you just turned your back to him and tried to sleep.

Which you couldn't do because you had too much going on your mind and you didn't want to sleep while Steve was upset with you. You turned to him and lightly touched his shoulder. He sighed and turned to you, looking in your eyes with his bright blue ones.

"What is it?"

"Steve i can't sleep like this, i don't want you to be angry with me."

"I already told you i'm not."

"Then why are you acting like this?"

"I'm not acting like anything y/n, you're imagining things." he sighed again and got up.

"No, you can't just walk away." you held his wrist but he pulled his hand and freed it from your grasp.

"I'm a grown person, i can do whatever i want." You couldn't hold the tears back anymore and let them slip down your cheeks. You looked into his eyes and couldn't see any of the love and care he felt for you.

"Just tell me if you want this-us to be over." your voice cracked and there was a slight moment of sadness on his eyes.

"Oh my god y/n, why would you think that? Are you sure you aren't upset with something else?" That made you break down completely and start shouting.

" 'Why would i think that?' Well i don't know Steve, maybe because all you did today since you came back was to be distant from me and ignore me?!" you sat on the bed and looked down on the floor.

"I didn't-"

"Yes you did Steve, don't even try to tell me otherwise. I just want to know why. I don't want to waste your time if you don't want this." he came and kneeled in front of you, taking your shaking hands in his and kissing your knuckles.

"You are not what you say."

"What?"

"A waste of time. You are the best human being on this world." he swiped a tear away from your face and lifted your chin up.

"Then why were you acting all.. different?" your sobs were slowly ending, felling relaxed at your boyfriend's touch.

"I'm sorry, i didn't mean to say you were 'imagining things' or anything. I'm really sorry sweetheart." he hugged you and kissed your hair before letting you go.

"You didn't answer my question."

"It's just, it's stupid, i shouldn't have taken it out on you. Bucky and i had a fight at the mission and he said i didn't deserve you because i cared more about the missions and the avenging stuff more than my girlfriend and my best friend. I know he said it in the heat of the moment but it just felt bad and i felt like he was right."

"Steve,"

"No, wait. i know you want to spend more time with me and do fun stuff, or just anything besides missions or meetings, i know it but i was so focused on 'saving the world' i pushed you away. I'm sorry baby, i really didn't realise it until Bucky said it and you should have talked to me about it, i know you were getting bored of this."

"Steve, don't ever say that. I'm not bored of you, or us. Of course i would want us to have a normal life, without saving the world, just you and me and maybe a couple of little versions of us-" he smiled and you held his hand.

"-but i know we can't. Because then many other people who could have it may have lost their chances. And i'm not blaming you or i'm not upset with you about it, you are the most beautiful boyfriend ever. And i'm glad you're telling me about this, you were the one who should have talked to me." you smiled and squeezed his hand.

"I'm sorry y/n."

"I know, i'm sorry too, if i did something wrong. Next time, just talk to me about it instead of pushing me away." you chuckled and he smiled.

"Okay, i promise."

"Now lay down, i want to cuddle with my boyfriend."

god this is awful, sorry.

[periwnklblu]

"Men ain’t shit” he declared. y/n couldn’t help the snort that came out from his statement. “Yeah” they said with a bit of amusement in their voice. “They aren’t. But you seem okay” It was his turn to look out at nothing “yeah, I guess. I do my best to not be shit, like your ex. Fuck that dude!" he hollers at the air, eliciting more light giggles from you. “Yeah man, fuck him!” y/n joined him. Their expressions which were once sullen and sad were now slowly rejuvenating into something more. “What about you, Mr Mystery Man” y/n probed “what kind of phone call was so important that you had to interrupt a heart broken person crying on their own?”

aka the story between a heartbroken reader and a clueless bokuto who just wants to borrow their charger

warnings: none! a lil bit of cursing, a lil angst but it gets mostly fluffy towards the end <3 bokuto x gn!reader

tysm for the inspo i enjoyed the song and writing this! i was listening to it and this is what the vibes produced lol. sorry if it it wasn't what you were looking for, but i still hope you enjoyed it!

y/n knew better. y/n knew better than to entertain their spiraling thoughts, y/n knew better than to act upon them. Yet despite all rationality, y/n found themselves going on a solo espionage mission to see if the rumors were true, if their ex really had moved on. And he had. It was up until the couple decided to continue their night at an ice cream shop that y/n decided to stop torturing themselves. And of all places he could’ve gone, y/n’s ex took his new partner to y/n’s favorite shop. The place where he first asked y/n out, now over a year ago and the place you two went on your anniversary to. Fucking asshole, y/n had no destination in mind, no errand to run nor motivation to be anywhere in particular. All they knew is that the weather was too nice to be self deprecating indoors, which is how they found themselves trudging alone down the street, weaving through happy couples and friend groups along the way. y/n’s legs continued to carry them aimlessly until they approached an empty bench with few people around. y/n plopped down before staring ahead at the fountain of water that provided water for the wind to carry to their face . y/n stared ahead, not bothering to wipe the tiny droplets of water that were beginning to accumulate on their face as they got lost in their thoughts. How dare he take them to my favorite shop, knowing I was the one that put him on to begin with. Why did we even break up to begin with? Am I too boring? Why did I follow them to begin with Fuck, I'm pathetic. Without warning, the water on y/n’s face began increasing, this time not from the water fountain, but from her own fountain of endless water. A few tears turned into a steady stream of tears. And before they could help it, y/n was full on sobbing at a park bench alone. With no more fucks to give, y/n turned their head to the sky and continued to weep. Their whole body racked with sobs as they let out the sorrow from tonight, the stress of the past week and the wasted times from an entire year long relationship. Passerby’s looked at y/n cry before quickly turning their glances away and rushing away. Any planned picture in front of the water fountain was cancelled because nobody wanted the miserable person crying in the back of their photos. y/n's sobs were paused at the sense of somebody nearby. If you can’t see it, then it doesn’t exist. At least that was y/n’s mentality when they felt the weight of someone sitting on the same bench as them. Keeping their eyes closed, y/n continued to whimper as they rode the ends of their emotional breakdown. “Um excuse, I’m sorry to bother you but do you have a portable charger with you by any chance?” All feelings of self pity were replaced by lividness at the sound of the mystery person’s voice. Couldn’t they see y/n was having a moment? Ready to give them a piece of their mind, y/n’s eyes shot open as they turned to face the stranger. But all the words got lost in their throat. Fuck he was hot. On top of being attractive, he had a look to him that just screamed unconditionally kind. The stranger with gray and black hair stared at her dumbfoundedly as he waited for a response. One moment passed, then two and three before his face cracked into something a bit more sympathetic. “I’m sorry. I know you were crying and I didn’t want to interrupt you but my phone just died and I was in the middle of a really important call and-” “It’s fine,” y/n sniffled as they turned to reach in their bag “I have one right here” “Thank you! You’re a lifesaver” he grins at them, plugging in their phone and laying it on the space between the two of them “I just need a little bit of juice, then I promise I'll be out of your way” “It’s fine” y/n sighed out dejectedly as they looked ahead of them at the same water fountain that never wavered in its stream of water. “So uh, if you don’t mind, what happened?” the stranger asked. “Hm?” “What happened for you to be crying alone at like, ten at night? I mean no judgement to you if this is something you just like to do" he lets out a light hearted laugh

before continuing," I was just thinking it must have been really big for someone to be sobbing loud enough to hear away from the park” This earned him a giggle from y/n, one that his ears found very pleasant to hear. The giggle was followed by silence from them, allowing the roaring of the water to fill the void instead. y/n didn’t know how to answer. This was a complete stranger who had the audacity to interrupt their drama, someone who literally is only talking to them for the convenience of using their charger. Yet, the aura he gives off reveals no malice, only genuine concern. Well, they’ve already seen me cry. Can’t embarrass myself anymore. “I uh, found out tonight that my ex has moved on. Even though we just broke up like, a week ago? And he’s already taking them to places that we went to on our anniversary” “Sheesh, what an asshole" the spikey-hair man grumbled, his eyebrows furrowed adorably as he truly looked upset for y/n. "Men ain’t shit” he declared. y/n couldn’t help the snort that came out of her from his statement. “Yeah” they said with a bit of amusement in their voice. “They aren’t. But you seem okay” It was his turn to look out at nothing “yeah, I guess. I do my best to not be shit, like your ex. Fuck that dude!" he hollers at the air, eliciting more light giggles from you. “Yeah man, fuck him!” y/n joined him. Their expressions which were once sullen and sad were now slowly rejuvenating into something more. “What about you, Mr Mystery Man” y/n probed “what kind of phone call was so important that you had to interrupt a heart broken person crying on their own?” “The name is Bokuto, by the way. Although I think I like Mr Mystery Man instead. Makes me sound cool” he pauses to scratch the back of his neck, an anxious tick maybe, before continuing on, “And as for the phone thing, I really didn’t mean to disturb you or anything. I tried asking otters but nobody had one, so you were my last resort. But I was talking to my girlfriend, or er ex? Whatever, point is, I was talking to someone. We were finishing things I guess? I don’t really know if we’re actually over or not but based on what we were talking about before my phone died, it sounded like we were coming to an end” By the end of his answer, Bokuto was hunched over and staring at the ground. He sounded so sad, so confused and his tense shoulders revealed what his averted eyes were not. “Shit, i-i’m sorry” y/n apologized, although they didn't really know what for. “It’s fine there’s nothing for you to apologize for. And anyways I felt like this has been coming for awhile now” “Yeah, me too” y/n let out “Hm? How did you know my girlfriend and I were going to break up?” Bokuto turned towards them and quirked a curious eyebrow. For whatever reason, this brightened y/n’s sour mood “N-not with you and your girlfriend! Or ex. More like with me and my ex. I had felt the same way before we broke up. And thought I would be prepared but it still caught me off guard when it actually happened” The two stayed quiet again, this time the atmosphere less tense, less gloomy. They were still two sad and lonely people, but they at least still had the comfort of being sad and alone together. “Here” he suddenly goes, shaking off his jacket and placing it over y/n’s shoulders. “It’s getting chilly” “Oh, thank you” y/n blushed “what about you?” “I’m fine, promise! I run pretty hot to be honest, I only really wear jackets for the aesthetic purposes” Bokuto did not lie when he said he ran pretty hot, was all y/n could think as their eyes tried to glance at his bulging muscles and well built frame without being too obvious. The two sat in silence once again, this time more comfortably. Even the space between them slowly was shrinking without either of their acknowledgement “Y’know, my night has been pretty shit. I found out earlier my ex was seeing someone, then I had the stupid idea of breaking my own heart by following them on their date like a creep. But at least even after all of that, I was able to wear a strangers jacket and cry to him about my

problems” Bokuto let out a laugh that made y/n feel something they never have before, but didn’t quite know what it was. All they knew was that they wouldn’t be mad if they heard it again, and again, and again. “Well, I'm glad I found you tonight too. If I didn’t, I probably would’ve just sat here and cried all alone- oh wait” The two of them burst into laughter together, as if they’ve been friends their entire life. It felt good, as if neither of them were heart broken individuals. The moment was interrupted by the sound of a ringtone and vibrations being felt throughout the bench. It was Bokuto’s forgotten phone, already revived and past twenty percent of battery at this point. “Ah shit, it’s her” he mumbles. “You should take it” he looks up at y/n with what could be best described as guilt on his face. “You deserve closure” “Are you sure?” he asks. “Of course, why wouldn’t I be? Beside, I'm done having my emotional breakdown for tonight” Bokuto sends them a small but warm smile before standing up to his very tall full height. “Thank you again…?” “y/n” “Thank you again, y/n. For the charger and for the company, I really needed this” he disconnected his phone from the charger before handing y/n the box. “Can I ask you for one last thing?” he asks as y/n stares at him in confusion. “Uh sure” “Can I borrow your phone real quick?” y/n hands their phone to Bokuto as they gather their belongings, feeling ready to go home now. “Here” he hands their phone back to them. “I added my phone number, so you can call me the next time you wanna cry. Or just talk, or really whatever” y/n looked down at their phone to reveal his contact info of “bokuto :)” with a picture of the fountain you never noticed him take as his contact photo. “Thanks Bokuto. I’ll hold you to it. And good luck with your phone call. Text me if you want some company to cry with, I'm just an endless fountain of tears these days” y/n jokes, earning a smile from the taller man. “Will do. Get home safe y/n, I'll see you around” he smiles one last time before turning to walk away. y/n stares at his back for a few moments, watching him walk away before realization dawns upon them “Wait, Bokuto!” he turns around, phone in hand but not yet on call. “Your jacket! I still have it” He laughs a little, his shoulder relaxing as he does before yelling back “Keep it. You can give it to me next time we see each other” and with a wink, he turns back and brings the phone up to his ear. y/n can hear him say “hello?” into the phone before the distance gets too big and they can’t hear anymore. Next time. y/n thinks as they snuggle a little more into his warm jacket. There's gonna be a next time with him.

[joshstambourine]

A Seconds Glance

"Hi I have a request for either Josh or Jake 💛 can I get a story where they see a girl, either at school or they can already be famous in this, and is instantly enamored. I don't know if you've seen The Virgin Suicides, but if you have then something similar to when Trip sees Lux for the first time. I'm interested in how those two would go about getting a girl's attention when they have a crush.💕💕💕" - Anonymous

//Hi Doll! I can’t say I have seen that--- but I will try my best to write something that I feel matches the idea you had. 

I’m gonna be repeating this forever--- but again, I’m so sorry it took me so long to get this request out for you! I decided to go with Josh being in school for this one.//

Warnings: Cursing, awkward beans

Word Count: 1969

Synopsis: Josh had never really believed in love at first sight... but yet....

Josh Kiszka x Fem!Reader

The first day of sophomore year. For most this was just the start of another school year; a sudden reminder that a new binder or fun pencil case is exciting for all of 10 minutes when it comes to actual classes and work. But for Josh… this year felt like it was filled with possibilities. It sounds like some sort of stupid thing you'd see on a motivational calendar, but it really truly did.

Josh hadn't imagined for a second that he actually would have a chance in making music his career; and yet, he had spent all summer with his band mates playing for different occasions and pubs. All the while they were working, working hard on writing songs that they could be proud to play for others.

All of that said, Josh was returning to high-school this year with a new found amount of confidence and excitement; it showed in every step Josh took. His one hand held loosely on to the arm of his backpack, walking in time with Jake.

"But what do you think? Would it look good on me?" Jake inquired, fingers lightly playing with the mid-length pieces of hair on his head.

"I mean… I don't know…" Josh lightly starts, glancing at his twin and begins to take a good long look at him.

Jake's eyes widened just a touch, his expression becoming one that said, 'Well…?'

"Uh… honestly I don't really know Jake. I've never seen you with anything else than this." Josh admits, then snickers a little, "Except for that one time when we decided it'd be fun to take those scissors and---"

"No, that's fine, I didn't need to think about that." Jake immediately stopped him, his hand going to take a full dive into his mess of dark brown hair. 

"Cmon, it was really funny though. Ma really lost her shit when she saw your head like that." Josh continued to muse, hands folding into his pockets with the utmost of ease. 

Jake shook his head in a mournful way, "I can say I will never go back to a buzz-cut again… not without a fight."

Josh's smile never faltered, it was his laughter that changed, softening into a bit of a sigh as they reached the double doors at the front of the school. With a swing of the doors they both were making their way down the hallway to their lockers.

"Meet by Mr.Shapiro's class before lunch?" Jake questioned, to which Josh nodded. No matter which school the twins went to the teachers seemed to know that the best course of action was to keep them separated. That said Josh and Jake always had separate homerooms at least, through most of their time in school.

"See ya in a bit." Josh waved, taking a few steps back before turning on his heels and heading to his own locker.

Josh's excitement to be back in class showed on his face more than he probably would have wanted. A few pencils in his hand along with a binder filled with blank paper and tucked away dividers.  

As soon as Josh stepped into the class room his eyes were met with many familiar faces. Some of these people he had been in school with since kindergarten; like Meg, a rather tall blunt faced girl with long kinky black hair. She simply threw a peace sign Josh's way as he stepped through the doors; he eagerly returned it, bringing a small smile to Meg's lips. 

With some brisk steps Josh moved to place himself at the back of the classroom, just behind Meg. He threw his things on his desk without much thought. Despite there being a good number of kids he knew... there seemed to be equally just as many new kids. 

Leaning on his desk Josh moved closer to Meg, "Where the hell did these guys come from?" 

Meg's brow lifted as she leaned back a little, "Know the high-school on the east side?" 

"The one where you can get crack for super cheap?" Josh inquired, 

Meg's head bobbed, "They closed it down, so now we get half the kids that went there." She explains with her head resting on her hand in a bored way. 

"Oh shit really? That's a lot of kids---" Josh was quick to respond, glancing around the room. 

"Oh yeah... way too many in my personal opinion --- not that anyone cares." Meg mutters, beginning to click her mechanical pencil. 

Josh's eyes were still taking in all the new faces as he started to respond, "Wow aren't we positive today." 

Meg sighed, "Eh.... I'm just not excited, Justin and I broke up over the summer and I'll have to see him in history." She began to explain, "Things are just really tense, yknow?" 

She waited a moment for him to give some comforting... but still idiotic response, however none came. It finally got Meg to turn and look at him, as she did she immediately noticed that Josh's eyes had widened just a touch, cheeks dusted a light pink. 

Meg followed the line of his eyes to a beautiful young woman. The expression he wore was more than enough to tell Meg that she should move. 

Josh was so busy just... taking the new girl in that he didn't even notice Meg slip to the free desk to the side of the one she was previously sat in. Josh just couldn't put his finger on it, there was something... something so breathtaking about her. Was it her eyes? Or maybe how her hair fell around her face? He couldn't be sure. What he was absolutely sure of was that he had never had a moment in his life where he could hear music just by looking at someone. 

"Hey... do you know if this desk is free?" A new voice shook Josh. It was her. She was standing at a desk to his left with a bit of an awkward air. 

He was just so shaken. What did she say again? Something about a desk? Josh's lips parted, "Uh--- I uh, what did you--?" 

"No that one isn't open, but the one just in front of my dude Josh is, right Josh?" Meg interrupted, pointing to the desk ahead of him. 

"Oh y-yeah, that one's open! Definitely 100% open! It couldn't be more open even if it tried!" Josh started spouting, he really wasn't even aware that his mouth had moved, and that was clear in the fact that it just kept moving when she had come to sit down. "Do you need any pencils at all?? I have like 20!" He continued, though his hand held one full sized pencil and one shorter than the average person's pinkie... both chewed on. "I mean not on me but--- who needs a pencil right?" 

The girl laughed a little awkwardly, her gaze moving from Josh to Meg and then to the desk. "No, no I'm okay thank you though." She slipped into the chair, keeping her gaze frontwards. 

Meg looks to Josh with a shocked look, 'What was that??' She mouthed, 

Josh responded with an absolutely mortified expression. He would never say he was the smoothest guy on the planet, but he had never been that awkward in his life. 

Meg shook her head before reaching out to tap the girl's shoulder, "I'm Meg!" She introduces, "And that goober is Josh." 

The girl lightly moved to glance over her shoulder at Josh in a shy way. "It's nice to meet you both. I'm (Y/N)." She hummed with a sweet smile. 

"That's a pretty name, isn't it Josh??" Meg quickly said, trying to get him to continue the conversation in a less awkward way.

Josh nodded very enthusiastically, "The prettiest name I've heard in a long time!" He said with a smile, 

(Y/N)'s cheeks began to hold a flush of their own. "Oh! Uh... th-thank you!" She sputtered out. 

'OH FUCK. She's so cute.' Josh thought to himself, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat with a shaky swallow. 

Little did Josh know that (Y/N) was thinking something very similar. She might not make it as obvious as he was, but being so much closer now... being able to see the warmth in his brown eyes, seeing how his wavy brown hair came to cup his cheeks --- she couldn't help but continue to stare back at him. 

The only thing that could pull them both out of the little trance they had fallen into was the bell. Both of them quickly looked toward it, followed by a man's voice at the front of the class. 

"Alright everyone, take your seats!" 

(Y/N) was reluctant but she turned herself to look toward the front of the class. A little bit nervous, but mustering an ounce of courage she tore a piece of paper from her notebook quietly and began to scribble something down. 

Josh hardly got anything out of that language arts class, he was way too busy trying to figure out what excuse he could make to talk with (Y/N) again. He was just rattling through every little conversation starter he had ever heard in his life... but none of them felt like they would work. 

Before long the bell had rung overhead once more and everyone was shuffling to grab their things and head to all of their next classes. 

Biting his lip, Josh was determined to catch (Y/N) before she could head off to her own next class. Luckily for him she had a similar idea. Both turning to each other as they stepped out of the classroom, it was painfully quiet at first. It seemed as if they were trying to get their thoughts together really. 

Finally they spoke, 

"Hey would you---" "I was wondering if you'd---" 

At once. 

A small awkward laugh left their lips, "Please, go ahead I was going to say something dumb---" Josh quickly said moving to rub the back of his neck. 

(Y/N)'s lips parted as she let out and unsure chuckle, eyes moving downwards for a moment. "I was just going to ask if you would mind if I joined you for lunch? I just am new and don't really have any---" 

"Yes!" Josh quickly said, "Yes absolutely. You didn't even have to ask, you could have just showed up if you wanted to!" He quickly says to her. 

The speed he seemed to talk at entertained (Y/N) a heck of a lot. A smile creeping across her face, "Okay! Thank you!" She responded. 

"Do you know where the cafeteria is? I can show ya if you want??" Josh quickly continued, "I mean I'm sure you could find it on you're own, you seem very smart and capable. Most women are to be honest; I remember reading an article about how men need to---" 

"That would be really great actually." (Y/N) smiled in a gentle way. 'He's even more nervous than I am.' She thought to herself. 

"Oh-oh! Okay cool! Uh, do you know where Mr.Shapiro's class is?" He asks, 

(Y/N) seemed to think for a minute, "113... right? I have him for chemistry this afternoon I think." She mutters. 

Josh swiftly nods his head, "That's the one!! Meet me there okay?" He says. 

(Y/N) nodded back, understanding the little plan they now had. "I'll see you in a little bit then?" She lightly asks. 

"Yeah absolutely." Josh began to grin, suddenly beyond excited. Even as she began to walk off to her class all he could think about was how sure he was now that this year was going to be fantastic. 

That was until a warning bell played overhead, "Oh shit--" Josh jumped in shock, immediately beginning to run to his next class.

//That's all for now lovely! I do actually have an idea on how to continue this one if anyone would like! Pretty please let me know in the comments if that's something you guys would like 💜//

[haechanokeh]

I'm Right For You [pt.1 ]

[teaser/ prologue] [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] [ 4 ] [ 5 ] [ 6 ] [ 7 ] [ 8 ]

✓ I recommend listen to Die For You by The Weeknd every time reading this story 😌

pairing: popular college! mark x average! reader

genre: romance, smut, angst, series.

warning (this chapter): HIGH SEXUAL TENSION, masturbation and sex dream.

warning (the series): corruption, oral sex (both receiving and giving), cream pie, rough sex, anal sex, mention of religion, rough sex, self-esteem, psychology, public sex, sub! reader, sex toys. possessive mark two-faced mark

word count: 2.3K

I think I'm right for you, babe. You know what I'm thinking, see it in your eyes. You hate that you want me, hate it when you cry. It ain't workin' 'cause you're perfect and I know that you're worth it I can't walk away. (Die for you by The Weeknd)

Mark was the least classmate you want to be pair with, Not because he slacks, not a good student because god knows he’s an excellent student. you just don’t like how different from you, it was unexplainable but you feel so intimidated- you can’t even look straight into his eyes. mark receives a lot of recognition and everyone adores him. he’s very kind.  everyone wants to hang out with him well mark is very friendly, he's really a good influence they say. he doesn't smoke, he drinks but not that much, plus he encourages the class to attend bible study- his father is a pastor. but you never hangout with anyone unless it's school related.

“my house? y/n? are you listening?” he lowered his head to check your face looking down on the textbook the whole time. he grabbed your attention, your eyes quickly shifted anywhere but him. 

“ah... ahm i’m good with library, i don’t want to cause any inconvenience.” you politely rejected his suggestion to where you can do your case study in clinical pharmacy. it’s just it doesn’t look good if a girl is alone with man in a house.

“but we can’t talk properly in the library.” he reasoned, and you knew he has a point.

“ahm, maybe in coffee shops?” no, you heard mark dislike going to coffee shop just to study, he said the key to ace the exams are study at home or library. studying in coffee shop causes inconvenience too for people who truly want to enjoy coffees. 

“okay fine. your house.” you sighed. he showed his infamous smile.

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mark said that they have visitors in their house so both of you decided to go you didn't know that mark lives in a fancy condominium. his house look so expensive, you very conscious to move, afraid that you might break something.

"what are you standing there?" he chuckled and put down his bag on the floor beside the couch. you're standing still on the doorway. "sit here." he patted the long sofa next to the couch.

you quietly walked towards the sofa and sit on it, stiffly which made mark chuckle again.

"do you want water, soda, tea, coffee, or me?" he winked, teasing you. you blushed, and you really despise that feeling every time he's around. you don't like it when he makes you flustered.

"water." you brushed off the intimidation. your tone changed slightly like you're annoyed.

mark could easily read people, he's really good at it. he knew you dislike him but something in your eyes say different. mark has been building this sexual tension between you for so long already but it still amazes him that you always block it. rather giving up, he was motivated and it became an addiction. he wanted tou so badly.

"okay water it is." he just said.

you opened your bag and get your notes in chemistry. you saw mark’s phone light up, and you saw his phone wallpaper. it was just in front of you, his wallpaper is a girl facing down on the table as if she's sleeping but what caught your eyes the most is that her matching bracelets with written bold letters life. then you analyze whether it was you, you have the same hair color and the two rings in the middle finger too. you literally froze, analyzing what's going on.

"y/n, here's your water and a sliced of cake that my brother baked." you almost jumped when he appeared. his brows met in confusion when he caught you so surprised. he put the tray on the table. "something wrong?"

your mouth felt dry.

"n-nothing." you stuttered. mark gave you an unconvinced look but just shrugged. he reach for his phone. you suddenly feel thirsty so you reach for the glass of water and drink it.

"ahm... who's on your wallpaper? ah- your phone light up i think someone texted you." you said returned to gulping the water

"you." he casually answered. you chocked and spat out the water from your mouth. the glass slipped from your hand and thank goodness it landed on your thigh safely but you clothes became wet.

mark only watched you while laughing on your cute reaction. you glared at him.

"i'm sorry, you're just too cute." he apologized suppressing his laugh. mark sat beside you and grabbed the glass from your lap and put it back on top of the table. "i still don't get it why you never notice my signals." he said, wiping your face using the sleeves of his sweater.

it sends you shivers, his touch did but his mischievousness no. you were slightly annoyed.

“you don’t like me huh.” he pretend to be hurt.

“stop playing.” you said and look down on your shirt. “my shirt is wet now.” 

mark stare at your silhouette shirt and your flesh and black bra are showing in front of his eyes. 

“i think i should go home.” you were disappointed, both of you haven’t accomplished anything yet.

she’s going home? like that?

“you can barrow my shirt for the mean time.” he stood up.

“really? thanks.” you stood up and follow him.\

i just confessed but i don’t think she get it. she’s really something. a small smile plastered in his face but you weren’t able to see it since his back was facing you. 

he opened his door’s room and he went in with you. you slightly observed his room, nothing special but there’s a lot of book on the shelf and two kinds of guitar. he loves music and ready, you find it amusing though. your eyes followed him getting shirt from his closet. 

we walked towards you.

“here.” he gave you a generous smile. he extended his hand to give you his shirt. you reached for it and once your hand was on it he swiftly hide it behind your back causing you to stumble on the his bed.

“i’m sorry.” you sat up and you froze when he stand in between the first thing you saw was his clothed abdomen. you looked up and the unfamiliar mark was now looking down on you. 

"i just confessed to you y/n, are you aware or just pretending that it didn’t happen, hmm?” he caressed your cheek that gave you goosebumps.” do you hate me? despise me? but why am i seeing in your eyes, you want me and you hate it weren't you?"

the air became thick, your mouth just parted and eyes staring at him. you're still processing what he said, it made you question your hate towards him.

hate was a strong word, you don't hate him but you hate whatever he made you feel, like right now. you're heart is going crazy. you just realize that you really like it and it's hard for you to admit because you know that he will do not good to you. you will just get hurt because he will never like you back, but that's not the case anymore. although you're doubting his confession, you seemed to love the idea of having him.

you gulped, your throat became dry once more. cat got your tongue and your brain stopped working- you can’t even process what’s going on. it was gentle but it feels icy like his voice and eyes. he’s not mark, at least that’s what you think.

“mark... i- what’s-” you have no idea what you want to say. 

he slowly and carefully traced your parted lips. mark felt arouse thinking how good it feels to sucked by these tiny mouth of yours. he lifted your chin using his thumb and middle finger and with no hesitations he captured your lips. you lost your sanity. you melted and so as your surviving rationality. 

he cupped your jaws and he deepened the kiss, tongue inside and he locked your mouths. the sensation went straight to your core. you felt like the world stop revolving around the sun and heat just absorbed mark’s room. the sloppy and wet kisses became louder than the aircon. heat rose from your chest. you were unaware but your hands were on the back of his head playing with his hair. he released a smug smile which you did not noticed.  this is your first kiss, no one ever kissed you... well you never had a boyfriend.  

a wicked idea won in mark’s hand, his hands skimmed down your body until it reached you thigh. he parted and caressed it. but it was a bad idea for him, senses snapped back on you.

you quickly separated your self, pushing him and you stood up. you quickly get up from his bed. 

“I need to use your toilet, excuse me.” your heart was pounding loud and you feel so hot. you walked passed him and walking to his room. 

mark quick on his feet before you even enter his bathroom not a toilet. he turned you. 

“why did we stop?” he groaned eyes glued on your lips.

“if you’re bored and just want to play, please not me Mark.” you begged, lips quivering because you know deep down in you, you’re close to giving in. His eyes masked with darkness, jaws clenched. he stepped forward and you step back. you don’t like it when he’s too close. you hate the feeling of being weak.

“do i look like i’m playing with you?” his voice was deep with a hint of annoyance. it was your first time to see mark like this.

mark who’s always smiling, laughing, friendly, caring,  generous, and everyone adores. was now gone. in your eyes he’s like a tiger targeting its prey. it didn’t help you’re in his den and back against the wall.

“mark, i want to go home." you faintly whispered still looking straight in his eyes. you felt so small, like a prey waiting, ready to be eaten.

"do you hate me that much?" he was reaching for your cheeks but you flinched. mark was offended by your reaction. "i never been bad to you y/n, tell me what did i do to you to make you feel this scared of me." he tucked your hair behind you ear.

"i'm not scared." you almost choke when you said that. mark chuckled at your cuteness. "you're just different to me and i don't know how to act around you." his brow raised.

"i feel uncomfortable mark, can i go home?" it took a lot of courage to say that. you just want to runaway. he smiled sadly, admiring your angelic face. eyes wide open with innocence looking up to him, he felt the unfamiliar urge to dominate those eyes.

"i guess you hate what ever you are feeling towards me, but unlike you I won't runaway." he traced the side of your face, it send shivers down to your core. "because I just simply can't walkaway."

he stepped back and tucked his hands on his pants.

"you can stay, i will not do anything to you. let's finish our case study on the living room." he went back, giving you his familiar smile. the atmosphere changed, the coldness vanished and changed into warmth.

you felt at ease.

"thank you." you said and you're quick on your feet, leaving his room.

mark watch you left from his room, he erased his pretentious smile.

"how long will this last, fuck." he groaned in frustration.

awkward but bot of you at least accomplished and solved the case. he offered you to drive you back home but you insisted that he doesn’t have to but he was so persistent that you have to lie about running errand and meeting your mom.

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sleepiness caught you the moment your body touched the bed.

“mark...” you faintly moaned and covered your mouth as you watch mark thrusting his fingers on your slick producing squelching and sucking your clit. 

"oh my gosh, i'm gonna cum!" you squealed and your legs started to shake. he crawled over you, hovering your naked body.

you finally met his eyes that almost melt your knees.

"i though you hate it? should i stop?"

“NO!” you gasped, and woke up from your strange dream. you sat up and was catching your breath. you felt something sticky between your thighs, shame enters your system and guilt.

"what am i thinking?" you whispered to yourself.

you felt ashamed over your dream doing something dirty with mark, however the other party was thinking of you non stop.

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mark stroking his dick, eyes closed while imagining your mouth wrapped around his cock.

"fuck, right there y/n." he moaned, after few thrust he spurted his white thick liquid.

his chest rose heavily. staring at his hands filled with his cum, there was no disgrace in his soul when he masturbate and thinking of you at the same time.

mark is always contented whatever he has, he's very simple minded but things went wrong when you caught his attention. for the first time, he want something- your body and your attention.

he thought, he wanted to be greedy, he needs to be greedy.

"will not do anything? at least for today huh?" he chuckled bitterly as he remembered what he said awhile ago to you.

"no holding back." he seriously said and wipe his hand on the blanket.

hello, i'm sorry for grammatical errors. i hope you enjoy it there's nothing much in this, just sexual tensions for chapter 1 ♥️

and i hope you like it, here's the chapter 1. @mellowvoidexpertfriend

[reignstormz]

✓WORK IT OUT ✓

|IMAGINE; PART ONE|

INTRO; You run into a handsome man at the gym, well, maybe in a different way than you had hoped. You never intended to go any further with him despite how interested you really were, but one touch led to another, and things got really nasty.

WORD COUNT; 5,023? (idk tbh Tumblr is tripping)

WARNINGS; Sexual content ahead, read at your own risk. Also, covid doesn't exist in this imagine. Also, there's a part two to this! Keep your eyes open!

CAST; You (Y/N) / Roman Reigns / Jey Uso /Paul Heyman.

🦋Tampa, Florida 🦋

🦋 February 20th, 2021🦋

You walked into EOS fitness gym, with absolutely no energy or motivation in your body. The emotions you felt all week had tugged you down, including this morning; Tired, gloomy, unhappy, nonetheless, heartbroken. It's been two weeks, or maybe one--you definitely weren't counting, since you had found out on Valentine's Day that your ex had been sleeping around with other women. Two in fact, and caught him right in the act. In you're house, in you're bed, meanwhile, you've given this man everything. A five year relationship, gone down the drain. You started to wonder what you did wrong, or what you could've done better to make him not make the mistakes he made.

Were you not pretty enough? Were you not pleasing him enough? Were you boring? Why did he treat you the way he did? and how could he betray you like that? All of those questions ran through your mind. In all honesty, none of it was your fault. The problem was, from the very beginning, you didn't love yourself. You didn't appreciate your value, and when you don't appreciate your value, you leave a window of opportunity for another person to do the same, and that's exactly what happened. However, you were still lost. You tried to do anything, absolutely anything to get this mess off of your mind. The last resort was the gym, and maybe that was just the thing to help for the time being.

It was about six in the morning, and rarely anyone was there except for about a three or five people. You liked it better that way anyway, working out when the gym was packed irritated you to the fullest. Walking further into the building made goosebumps rise all over your skin due to the air conditioning blasting throughout the gym. You sighed dreadfully, slowly taking off your jacket as you hopped onto the treadmill.

"I knew I should've worn a long-sleeved shirt," You scolded yourself. As you hit the button, putting the speed only on number two, you slid your earbuds into your ear and played the playlist of your liking while you walked. You stared the treadmill's screen ahead of you, until you noticed someone else walk into the gym. It was a man. You looked down briefly before you did a double take, gosh, such a beautiful man. It was like you were hallucinating, even though you weren't.

"Damn.." You muttered under your breath as you stared at the handsome guy. He was tall, muscular, had olive-like toned skin, black long hair that fell to his shoulders, and a beard that covered his angelic face. You're eyes traced his every move as he made his way over to the weights, where all the jacked, crazy fit individuals typically stayed in the gym. Today though, it was just him. He was wearing a white, long-sleeved shirt which caused his muscles to show through, including some black sweatpants.

It was too early in the morning for this, you thought. He dropped his bag next to the bench, and wrapped his hair into a neat bun. You're mouth watered at the sight at him, but you quickly snapped out of it. You needed a distraction, but that was far from what you needed, especially from another dude. Stay focused, you reminded yourself continuously. You decided to put the treadmill on higher speed, figuring that if you were at a running pace, then you would've gotten your attention back. Long story short, your resolution didn't solve.

You're eyes worked against you, slowly looking forward once again to see him. He had a heavy set of weights on his shoulders, while squatting over and over again. Not only did his capability of strength make you drool, something else did as well underneath it. His ass, was unreal. If you could just reach out and touch it, you probably would've. Deep down, you were a little mad at yourself for not toughing it out, but you couldn't help it. He looked so sexy, and you could watch him all day.

Little did you know, the beautiful man before you, was completely aware that he had an audience. Well, you were his audience after all. As he worked out, there was a mirror in front of him and he caught your glance in his reflection. Even though you were a little too far away to notice him looking, the mirror gave him a better view to look at everything that surrounded him. He smirked to himself, admiring the woman behind him. The fact that you most likely had no idea that you had his attention, made him chuckle a bit as his legs began to burn from the squats, but he decided to keep going, hoping that your attention would stay fixated on him.

Roman was also a single man, a mafia boss to say the least. He kept his identity more on the low, and rarely let anyone in his circle. His trust issues were thin, but he had a big heart that he deeply wanted to share with someone else. The Samoan had been with other women in the past, but never found someone that completed him fully; The money, relevancy, extravagant lifestyle, and everything in between he had, often found himself in situations where he was used, they were never with him because they truly loved him. Now, he's focused on himself for awhile and his empire he's been working on for years, however, if the right woman were to walk into his life, he wouldn't hesitate to give it a chance.

Before you knew it, something awful happened. You were so lost into the mysterious man, that you had accidentally stepped in front of your left foot, tripping yourself and you lost all of your balance. A huge thud echoed across the gym, and you held your head in pain after you slid off of the treadmill. The few people that were in the gym slightly gasped, and after a few seconds, awkwardly went back to what they were doing. Assholes, but you were too out of it in order to notice. You bit your lip, trying your best to hold back tears at how bad the fall was to your head. You're eyes were closed shut, and you were about to attempt to get back up until a large hand rested on the small of your back, stopping you.

"Are you okay, Mama?" The deep, montone voice asked gently. It was smooth like butter, yet chilling. You had no idea who it was still due to how unconscious you were.

You slightly turned around on your back, and your arm naturally rested around the person's neck as he lifted your body up with his arm. You're eyelids slowly lifted back open, but your vision wasn't all the way there yet. Who was talking to you? You turned your head to the left, seeing who had come to help you. Since you were still a little dizzy, you were seeing double vision of the person in front of you. Once your head finally stopped spinning for a second, you were finally able to determine who was it front of you, and it was him. His pretty brown eyes, stared into yours with concern as you stared back into his, nervous out of your mind. It couldn't get anymore embarrassing than this.

You gulped, avoiding his gaze. A lie was told by the nod of your head, despite being hurt, "Yeah, I'm fine-"

"No, stay." He warned politely as you tried to stand up fully. His arm was secure around your waist, and then his eyes trailed up to your head. The look in his eye softened even more, "You're bleeding."

You furrow you're eyebrows, going to touch your head. You sigh, looking at the marks of blood on your fingers, "Shit..I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing?" The man chucked, and rubbed a small circle on your back before getting up to get a paper towel from the nearby wall. He squatted back down to your level and gently put it against your wound. You winced a little at the pain, but took deep breaths in between. As he continued to wipe some of the blood off your head, you on the other hand stared at him the entire time. From far away, he was out of this world fine, but up close was even better. Looking at him was like being hypnotized.

"What's your name?" You asked bluntly.

He alternated looks between your eyes and your head, and smiled small, "Roman, and yours?"

Damn, and you thought he couldn't look anymore good. His smile was..

"So sexy.." You blurted out, thinking at first that you said it in your head, but you didn't. Shit, you thought. You lowered your head, closing your eyes from embarrassment. Roman paused from wiping your head, and stared at you a little bit from what you said. His lips turned into a smirk, with his tongue lightly brushing over them.

"So are you," He shoots back. What did he just say? Your eyes widened a tiny bit and you lifted your head up to meet his glance. Roman gave you a subtle wink before getting up, and throwing the paper towel in the trash can. He walked back to you, giving out his hand for you to take.

"Come on," Roman nodded his head towards the gym with a comforting smile. "Let's get out of here."

Depending on how hard you hit your head, you were still a little out of it and wasn't sure what to make out of this situation. Were you really about to leave with a guy you barely even knew? Despite how fine he was, a part of you thought this was a terrible idea, and made zero sense if you went through with it. However, you didn't care. The stars that you were seeing currently, especially when you looked at him gave you butterflies in your stomach that were unexplainable, and you just couldn't say no. Who was he? You needed to know.

A slow, small grin appeared on your face as you hesitantly took his hand, letting him take you wherever he wanted to go.

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After about an hour or two of slumber, your eyes flew open, slightly closing due to the lights piercing through the ceiling. You blinked a couple of times, and realized there was something cold on the top of your head. You furrowed your eyebrows, bringing your hand up and gently touching the ice pack that was laid there. Then, you slowly sat up, setting the ice pack next to you as you looked around at your surroundings. You had a brown, fuzzy blanket wrapped around your body and you were laid against a long, white couch.

Not to mention, the living room that you were in was extremely huge. You had a hard time remembering exactly how you got here. All you remembered was that you were at the gym, you saw a handsome man; What was his name, Roman? You thought. After that you face planted on the treadmill, and he went to help you, anything after that was a complete blur. Where were you right now?

You turned your head to the left, and saw the night life outside of the window. Thousands of lights, and the settle stars of the night sky had you in awe. As you continued to stare at the view, a voice interuppted, "You alright, Uce?"

You jumped back a little, putting a hand on your chest from feeling startled. You looked ahead to see a brown-skinned, attractive man with unqiue tattoos on both of his arms and a gold chain around his neck. He was very swagged out, from head to toe. You looked him up and down, and slightly tilted your head, "Excuse me?"

"How are you feeling?" He repeated, looking at you weirdly. Did she not understand the slang? But the again, it was Samoan slang, not everyone understood it off the bat, He thought. You sighed, slightly face-plamimg your forehead gently before apologizing once again, "I'm sorry, Who are you? and how did I get here?"

"Jey Uso," He introduced shortly. I stared at him blankly, still having no clue who he was. He sighed, pointing at a picture of three children on the wall, "Roman's cousin?"

You looked at the picture, seeing Jey, another kid who looked exactly like him and Roman who I believed was in the middle. You wanted to coo at how adorable the picture was, but you were still confused. Damn, they're cousins? So is everyone attractive in his family or is it just them? Besides, why is he here anyway, standing there like some guard? Was he watching you this entire time?

"You guys are cousins?" I ask in disbelief. He nodded quietly, looking a little confused as to why I was surprised, "What, he didn't tell you?"

"No, because I just met the guy?" I say dumbfoundedly, "And I have no idea how I even got here in the first place. I need to go back home." You plead, starting to get a little nervous.

"Relax, this is Roman's place. He only brought you here because you got hurt at the gym and he didn't think it was safe enough for you to be driving back home." He informs, "I'll actually go get him, now that you're awake."

Before you could open your mouth to speak, he left the room. You sighed, and then thought a little about what he said afterwards. You knew that this was nice of him to do, and it did mean a lot that he cared, but you were still on the fence about being at a random guy's house you didn't know too well. Roman's intentions were in the right place, but this was the last thing you needed to be involved in right now. You were focusing on yourself, and yourself only, and it just hurt too much to have someone else in the picture at the moment. It wasn't the time to catch feelings or be interested in someone new, especially him, he was too fine and you knew it would be too easy to give in.

As you played with your fingers, the two gentleman stepped into the room, making you look up. Roman looked back at you with a soft, yet relieved expression as Jey stood behind him. He was wearing a dark blue muscle shirt, that showed a long, tribal patterned tattoo that covered his entire right arm, along with Jordans on his feet to match with his shirt. It's like this man had so many secrets about him that you had no idea about, the tattoo was like the perfect touch and made him look even more sexy than he already was, it also was identical to his cousin's. He turned his head, whispered something to Jey. He nodded his head and walked away, leaving you and Roman alone.

"Hey, sleeping beauty." Roman called you, which made you chuckle a bit, making you a less nervous. You watched him make his way over to you, and he sat down, putting the pack of ice on the coffee table in front of you.

"How's your head?" He asked, gently putting his fingertips under your chin, trying to get a good look at it which sent shivers down your spine. You licked your lips subtly, watching him but you sighed, closing your eyes. Get over yourself, Y/N.

"It's fine, um.." You trailed off, grabbing his soft, large hand and took it off of your chin. You really didn't want to let his hand go either, but you had to listen to your pride.

"Listen, I think I should go." You suggest, standing up from the couch and he looked up at you, clearly not wanting you to leave.

Shit, was I coming on too strong? Roman thought. This might've been an unusual way to approach a woman, but the moment he met you at the gym, he just knew he had to get to know you more. There was something about you, that pulled him in and had his full interest. You were beautiful, out of this world gorgeous, your body and the way the heavens shaped you drove him crazy, and the way you looked at him made Roman feel something that he doesn't feel everyday. Usually he was a bit more straight forward on what he wanted, and he wouldn't have to tell anyone twice for him to have it. He had a whole different side to him, that you had no clue about, but that's because you were different to him. He wanted to be careful with you.

Before Roman could respond, You felt around your neck and realized that it was completely bare. You froze and your blood ran completely cold. You remember going to the gym wearing a gold necklace that had your name written in cursive, which was a valuable gift of yours that you received on your birthday years ago. You never took it off, and you thought you might've lost it when you got hurt. Fuck, you thought, starting to feel upset all over again.

Roman realized a change in your mood, and he raised his eyebrow shortly, "What's wrong?"

You shook your head, not wanting to stress about it, even though deep down you were, "Nothing."

Roman looked at where your hand was, which was motioning at your neck. He then remembered the gold necklace that you dropped when you both walked out of the gym. He made sure to get it for you before you guys left.

"Are you missing something, gold maybe?" He teased playfully, knowing that you didn't want to worry him. Your eyes widened and you snapped his head at him, how did he even know that?

"You have it?" You say in a hopeful tone, with a brief smile on your face. He smiled back, with a light-hearted chuckle which made your heart melt, "Yeah, I got it. I'll go get it."

Roman stood up, and then looked back at you, "Just promise me you won't leave once I give it to you." You sighed in relief, and nodded agreeing. He left the room, leaving the room to get your necklace. You admired how kind he was, especially how much of a gentleman he was. He didn't have to help you at all or care about your well being, but he did. Give it a chance, go for it, you tried convincing yourself. It seemed like he also was interested, but then your insecurities kicked in, there was no way a guy like him would be interested in someone like you. There were you again, second guessing yourself. You just wished you didn't get yourself involved in this situation to begin with.

Roman went to his office, and picked up your necklace from his desk. He read your name quietly to himself, "Y/N..."

Such a gorgeous name, he thought. As if she couldn't seem any more perfect that she was. He smirked to himself, staring at your necklace for a couple of seconds before returning to the living room. Roman motioned you to turn around, and you followed, letting him put the necklace around your neck. Once it was, you touched it, thanking God in your head that you didn't lose it. You then turned around, facing him. You were more closer to him than you thought you would be. Roman stared down at you, looking into your eyes as you stared into his brown ones. The things you would do to him, you bit your lip and was able to pry away from his stare, backing up a away from him a bit.

Damn it, Roman cursed to himself. He cleared his throat, backing away from you, hoping he wasn't making you feel uncomfortable, even though you weren't. On the other hand, you were just hoping you wouldn't make a fool out of yourself again.

"I was just kidding about what I said earlier," He said. You looked back up at him, wondering what he was talking about. He smiled small, "If you still want to leave, I'd be happy to take you home."

You couldn't help but hold back a smile, finding his gestures heart warming. I guess showing your appreciation wouldn't hurt, in your way. You raised your hand to his cheek, holding it gently and tilted your head, kissing his other cheek sweetly.

"Thank you, Roman." You said appreciatively. His eyes were glued onto you, not being able to tear them off of you. Roman's blood turned warm, and his heart that was already racing began to go even faster. It's like there was a glow around you, that nobody else could see except for him. You were a diamond in the rough, angel in disguise, a woman that should be treated like a queen. He didn't know if you were seeing anyone else, but quite frankly he didn't care. You were going to belong to him soon.

"Are you good?" You asked, trying to get his attention. Roman nodded, trying to disregard his thoughts before he said them out loud, which he did most of the time.

"Yeah," He says. Roman picked up his keys off of the coffee table, and looked down back at you, not being able to look away from your beauty, "After you." He insisted, wanting you to go first. You nervously smiled, thanking him again silently before you walked in front of him. He took the opportunity take a look at your rear end, he bit his lip and sighed. All that, will be mine he said to himself in his head before he went and followed you.

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[bookwyrminspiration]

WAIT. I'm late to the party but I just remembered all those anons were sending in "why I send you asks" and their reasons and I actually really want to participate, so I hope you will accept late applications?

The reason I send you so many asks is because you've just...built such a nice feeling that anything can be discussed, and it's never too niche or cringy or boring, and that's really relieving and amazing.

I'm sure you (along with many others) have realized by now, but I suffer from....really bad anxiety, both social anxiety and just in general, and it very often gets in the way of my life. Because of this and past experiences, I'm always very scared and hesitant to talk about my interests and my thoughts on anything.

But every time I've sent you an ask, even if it was, in retrospect, probably really annoying to read through the one hundred "sorry"s and "my bad"s, you've always been nothing but kind and interested in my ideas, and that was just...so surprising. Because I never really knew anyone who was willing to talk about anything, and it was just...really amazing to meet someone who was! Especially because I love and am interested in so many different things and kind of need someone to bounce ideas at. And it was really cool to see someone that was unashamed of their own interests and thoughts, but didn't make others feel bad for having different ideas.

Every time I send you an ask, you always have something interesting to say back. Something I hadn't thought of or considered, or a query that would make me rethink my own theories, or just a very well-thought-out answer to a question. I remember sending in tons of asks about the wings AU before it was released, and writing those was probably the highlight of my day, because I knew you'd take them and run with the ideas, and do your best to match my energy, and I was really grateful for that. And you were always willing to dig deeper, to think "but what if there was more?" and that's just...incredible! I don't have any other word for it!

I love sending you asks because you don't dismiss an idea or deem it as stupid, and you're just...such a kind and wonderful person that can make even the most obscure subject infinitely more interesting than before, and you never fail to make me consider things again, to expand my thoughts and views, and I'm really grateful for that.

So, because it should definitely be said by now, thank you!

And, well, that's why I love sending you asks :]

- pyro

there is no timeline so there's no way to be late! and I'm answering this a few days after you sent this, so if you believe yourself to be late then we can both be late together :D. you are fully welcome to participate if you want to (which you said you did)! it was mostly just a random question I had because i'm just as analytical with myself as I am with keeper, and knowing how other perceive and think of me is helpful for that--and I was curious about how i'd aquired so many asks so quickly, and then you all just turned it into complimenting quil hours for some reason !! (but on to your ask before I get even more distracted)

(note from a quil who has answered all of this: got very long so that's why there's a readmore! i love you /p)

this means so much to me--specifically your use of "built" because I do try pretty hard to maintain a positive atmosphere and welcome everyone in and treat everyone with the same attention. it didn't just fall into place, i try to be encouraging to everyone and support all the amazing work--art, writing, ideas, etc--I see from people. (note: i've been wanting to do a thing where I ask for fic/art/other recommendations from others (can be friends or their own) so i can go through and reblog a bunch of them with comments and the like, I just want to get through more of my asks before I start something like that). But you're right--nothing is too niche! there's so many details in the story it's impossible for one person to notice anything, so people bringing up the obscure and their own thoughts makes the story richer and more fleshed out for everyone else! and i think it's really cool to just see what other people focus on (like I said, my analysis isn't limited to characters, but I'm not like dissecting you all to understand each of you in a creepy way or anything. I just like to get a better sense of someone so I can respond in a way more tailored to them when we interact)

anxiety can really suck, so as someone who also has anxiety i am giving you a comforting hug if you'd like one. it genuinely impacts everything you do and think about, rewriting how you experience life. a single, inconsequential experience to someone else can literally change major aspects of how we think, which makes interactions so scary sometimes. i remember things people said years ago and still base my actions around them, but those people have absolutely no recollection of ever saying it, but just the fear of having done something wrong once permanently altered my thinking. (this is not to make this about me, I'm just trying to show I understand by sharing an experience of my own).

reading through all your "i'm sorry"s and "my bad"s wasn't annoying and never will be. you have never had anything to apologize for, and I know that sometimes you feel you need to enter a conversation and first apologize for being there, but I'm thrilled to have you here and always love seeing you in my inbox. I don't know how to articulate this properly, but I'm going to try. i saw your apologies and your apprehension as...a puzzle? that's absolutely not the right word but I can't think of the right one so please let me explain (I don't mean to imply you're like something to be solved or a problem in any way. words can be difficult and I'm trying to describe something very intangible rn, so I hope this doesn't sound bad). I didn't see it as annoying (you're never annoying), I saw it like it was something to work through, and while it's not my job or anything to help other's with their personal problems, it was like if I could just provide one space where I could encourage you (not just you, but anyone) as a friend to try shifting your language and start thinking of yourself more positively, then I wanted to give that.

because I am interested in your ideas! and I want to be kind and welcoming to you! but I also want you to be kind to yourself, so any impact I've had to give anyone a safer, less scary space is really cool. I don't know if that made sense, but I'm not trying to talk down to you or anything or be like I'm this high and mighty figure harboring lost souls or something, just that connection is important and I like being there for people. kinda worried that sounded bad because it feels worded strange but I'm trying to reciprocate and say i appreciate you and am happy to talk about anything!

i love bouncing ideas back and forth and you are more than welcome to say anything and everything you're thinking about. talking to you is always an absolutely joy and I get so excited when you send me an ask and when you're reading my response, because it often feels like this like...buzz? like we're just vibing on this frequency and it makes it so much fun to throw ideas back and forth and just listen to each other talk. i am very glad to have surprised you and met you! I don't know a lot of people like myself either, so having someone like you interact with me and just go all out on these little things and what we personally like about different parts of the so much fun. a lot of the other people I know irl feel like they just scratch the surface, they say things just to get credit for it and to appear like they know what they're talking about while ignoring all these other things that have such an impact, so it's amazing to have found someone else who looks at everything and anything like I do. my brain really is "a little bit of everything all of the time" so knowing you have so many different interests too is really cool. i am giving you an internet high five and pretending you aren't so far away.

I spent so much of my life being quiet when I had so many thoughts, so now that I have this kind of outlet I just! want to say everything I can! i want to look at everything from every perspective possible! the world is a huge collection of things tied together and I love following the strings to find the connected pieces! but I think that's a way of approaching the world not a lot of people share (I could be wrong), so it's really cool to hear you think my thought process is interesting!! my brain is practically composed entirely of questions. any subject at any time of the day and nearly all of my thoughts are just wanting to know more and trying to understand things, so having that opportunity to ask further questions and just learn things (about what other's thing, how things work, etc) is so much fun. you might've seen me ask some questions of other's in a few of the asks I answer, but those barely scratch the surface of just how many I have. my handle is in_quil_sitive (inquisitve) on nearly every social media platform (except for this one) for a reason.

I remember some of your asks from before the wings au was published, too. those were absolutely incredible, and I got a rush of excitement every time I saw you sent another. those were the the highlight of my week, too!! your enthusiasm and excitement for something I hadn't even posted yet gave me so much motivation to continue and you helped me think through so many future ideas and consider things from new perspectives. i know i specifically wrote that you inspired one chapter in the notes, but you've had an impact on every single chapter of this story/ it wouldn't be what it is without you, and I mean that with complete sincerity. you were the one who made me think "what if there was more" so I could make this au even better and work towards something bigger. I just have so many thoughts about everything all of the time, I can't go more than a few minutes without being distracted by a different train of thought, but knowing there was someone who would want to hear all the weird, disjointed ideas i'd strung together and composed into a more cohesive format was so cool. there's just so much to think about!!

I probably sound repetitive at this point but I love answering your asks because you're so receptive to the way i say things and it's like you're actually listening and want to hear what I specifically have to say, not just the general ideas. you want to know my unique, personalized opinions and perspectives and don't just dismiss them when they're not what you expect to hear or aren't generic. you're incredibly kind, too, I hope you know. I love the description of how I can "make even the most obscure subject infinitely more interesting than before." that is such a meaningful compliment to me. I just keep thinking about this line over and over again and it just...it really means a lot. because you're saying it's me that interests you and not just what I talk about. I could talk about anything and you'd still want to interact with me and that's so fucking nice. I hope you know the same goes for you. we can challenge each other's thinking together and make things even deeper and more complex before together <33.

thank you for being here and being my friend, pyro. talking to you is always one of the highlights of my day and gives me a very positive feeling that I carry around for a while. I do this thing sometimes where I film myself to later observe my behaviors in the middle of intense emotions to understand myself better (back to that whole analysis thing again), but it's not just negative things, it's also when I'm really excited or pleased with something and jumping around and stimming and all that, and some of those are from when I interact with you. that might sound a little weird but I mean it positively, as in talking with you makes me ecstatic.

I have said. so many things. so I will stop (for now). but I really appreciate having you in my life <33

[msmarvelouswinchester]

Love In Sin

Chapter 9

Summary - Special Agent Winchester is forced to go undercover with his frenemy Special Agent L/N when they try to track down a notorious drug dealer. How will Y/N and Dean complete their task? Will their relationship worsen or will new feelings emerge between them?

Pairing - AU!Detective Dean Winchester x Reader

Warning - None, Fluff-ish

Word Count - 1.5k

Square Filled - Clothes Sharing ( @spndeanbingo )

A/N 1 - Surprise, this series lives! So, it has been a loooong time. I wasn't originally planning to post this part today but my college is killing me and I am hardly getting any writing (and reading) done. This was already done and edited so I finally decided to post this today.

A/N 2 - This may seem like a filler chapter but it's not, trust me. It's a very important chapter which plays a crucial part in the next chapters. ENJOY!

Beta'd by the absolute sweetheart @deanwanddamons <3<3

Divider by @firefly-graphics

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Groaning loudly, Dean dropped his head as you paced around the room, complaining for the hundredth time that night.

“Will you stop?” He grumbled. You came to a halt when you heard his words and turned to look towards him. Throwing a glare his way you continued your pacing .

“Y/N/N, stop it. This isn't going to solve our problem - it'll only annoy the tenants downstairs,” he said and got up from his chair.

“What are we supposed to do? My pacing around is definitely not helping neither is your what, fourth glass of whiskey,” you retorted.

“Third,” Dean said, “this is my third glass and I'm tryin’ to get drunk.”

“We ended up in this situation because we were slacking and this is exactly what we are doing again,” you raised your voice, regretting your decision to stay at Dean’s house with him, “if you won't even try to get out of this situation, I'll be going back to my house tomorrow.”

“You won't stay alone in that house until we catch that son of a bitch,” he said, setting his glass and walking over to you, “it's dangerous.”

You knew it was dangerous considering how the house you had rented in Kansas was destroyed when you had gone back to get your belongings - furniture was thrashed, utensils were broken and clothes were torn, but nothing was stolen. It was clear that Crowley's men were trying to send you a sign to leave their boss alone.

It was Bobby who suggested that staying alone and travelling a few kilometres everyday to discuss the proceedings of the case would be a bad idea since Crowley and Co. were waiting for the perfect opportunity to cause disruption in the case. And knowing how ruthless Crowley could be, murder and kidnapping didn't seem like a far-fetched option for him.

Dean had piped up saying it would be better to stay at his house since he had noticed your house had a weak security system. His other reason was that he had a car, unlike you.

Needless to say, you had reluctantly agreed to stay with the green eyed detective, but deep down inside, you knew that staying with Dean gave you a sense of security and you didn't want to let that go.

“We will figure a way out,” he said, standing a little too close to you.

“How?” You asked the obvious question.

“I have contacted my brother. He will be working as our lawyer to get them to drop the charges. Sammy will be here early morning tomorrow,” he said, removing a stray piece of hair from your face, “but you gotta cool down, sweetheart. Give that pretty little head of yours a little rest.”

“I-I can't. I am freaking out Dean,” you said.

“I know. You have almost bore a hole in the ground by your pacing,” you hit his arm lightly, making him chuckle, “I'm thinkin’ about the case too.”

“Is Sam-will he be able to….this is a critical one,” you mumbled, looking down at the floor.

“I have faith in my brother and he can go to hell and back to save me just like I can. Sammy will do anything to help us. Trust me,” he said, putting a finger under your chin, prompting you to look up at him. He leaned in and placed a kiss on your forehead. This simple act worked like a sedative and you calmed down a bit.

“Join me for a drink,” Dean said and strolled his way back to the couch. You followed him and took a seat beside him. Pouring a drink, he handed you the glass.

“One drink. Only.” You said.

“Alright.”

“Who do you think might be the mole?” you asked, taking a sip of your drink

“It can be anyone. Charlie, Kevin, Bobby, Rufus-”

“Ruby, you,” he nodded, “me.”

“Like I said, it could be anyone,” Dean said.

“Motive?”

“Depends.”

“Do you think we can prove our innocence?” You asked, “the cops kinda caught us red handed and-”

“It's….tough.” Dean said and jumped out of his seat, knocking over the tumbler of ice.

You tilted your head in confusion, furrowing your eyebrows.

“What?” You insisted.

“A few years back, when we were only fledglings in the bureau, Rufus Turner was working Crowley’s case. This information was in the case file that Bobby gave to us. He had arrested two men in his gang but by the time they had got to know about that dick, they had already lost him. He had escaped the feds again,” he explained, flailing his arms all around in excitement.

“Maybe we can find out who those two men were and interrogate them about Crowley,” you said, smiling a little for the first time that night, knowing you had a lead.

“Now all we need is access to those two men's files. FBI is not gonna help us so we have to take matters in our own hands. I’ll call Ash and ask him to find those,” Dean said and ran back to his room to get his phone.

“Ash? What about Charlie?” You asked, when he came back to the room, “And shouldn't you tell Sam first? He is our lawyer and he should be informed about this.”

“It's not like we are gonna interrogate a witness and Ash is a good friend of mine. He is not a fed whereas Charlie works at the bureau and right now we can't trust anyone who works there because we don't know who might be working as a two-faced devil and ratting us out to the God of the Underworld,” Dean said, dialing Ash’s number.

“Ash,” he said when the said man picked up the phone after a few rings.

“Listen, we are kind of in a tricky situation here-oh you heard….not really, we got one week….no it won't….I know you're a busy man, Ash,” Dean said, rolling his eyes, “but we need your help….yeah….the thing is we need access to the old case files related to the drug mafia Crowley….yeah I know that genius….can't you-fine….I owe you one.”

“So?” You asked, hoping for good news.

“Ash will let us know by morning,” he said.

“Can we trust him?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” you reached for the bottle of whiskey.

“What do you think you're doing?” Dean asked, raising his brow.

“Relaxin’,” you shrugged, “you should try to relax sometimes.”

“You think you're such a smartass, huh?” He said and plopped down on the couch beside you, making you giggle.

“Thanks for tonight, Winchester,” you turned towards your friend.

“For what? For helping you calm down when you were running around like a headless chicken?” He smirked.

“Shut up,” you grumbled, “you know what I mean.”

“I'm here for you. We're in this shit together and I promise to get us out of this mess,” he said as you moved closer to him.

“And I have faith in you.” He pulled you closer and kept your head on his shoulder. He hummed in response. You closed your eyes, sighing loudly, but the sweet moment of coziness was interrupted quickly.

Your eyes flew open, “You son of a bitch, Winchester! Way to ruin a moment! How dare you put ice in my sweatshirt?” Dean laughed out loud.

“First of all, that's my sweatshirt you are wearing and you were looking too peaceful with your head on my shoulder,” he laughed.

“Fuck you!” You growled, and hit his arm hard.

“Ow!” He rubbed his arms. Dean effectively dodged your second attack, “woah, easy there tiger.” By now you were laughing too. As your laughter died down, you looked at Dean and saw him smiling softly at you. You blushed furiously under his strong gaze.

“You hungry?” Dean asked, clearing his throat.

“Uh-huh. Kinda forgot about food today until now.” You said, diverting your eyes.

“I'm thinking about ordering pizza. You okay with that?” He asked.

“Sure.” You said.

Half an hour later, as you were enjoying the delicious pizza and watching some crappy tv trying to put a break on the racing thoughts, you heard Dean speak.

“About earlier,” he sighed.

“Oh yeah. You better be sorry Winchester,” you gave him an annoyed look.

“No, I'm not sorry for that. It was fun,” he laughed.

“No it wasn't,” you said, but failed to hide the smile threatening to take over your face.

“It made you smile,” he pointed out.

“Fine, you're forgiven,” you said as Dean gave you a cheeky grin.

“In all seriousness, what I said earlier, I meant it. I promise to get us out of this mess,” he said, leaning down to give you a chaste kiss on your cheek, your skin tingling with an unknown sensation.

“I know,” you said, “I think I should go to bed now. We have a long day ahead of us.” Dean nodded as you got up and made your way over to his guest room.

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[reprobateubeg4]

“Got a pocketful of four leaf clovers

Sittin' on a grave that has no name

Just wake me up when it's all over

Cause I don't wanna fade away”

https://open.spotify.com/track/2qgwFqJrGbajUQOfaL37Wz?si=1RxYopimQa2wuyzK1pQJYg

[[I sat rocking with my knees curled into my chest. “That’s not cute.” My eyes barely blinking as I looked to the version of me my sleep deprived brain seemed to work up for me to talk to.]]

Shut up. What do you know?

[[“I know what you know.” I gripped my head as I tried to hide my face behind my knees. “You haven’t slept, you haven’t eaten, you’re sitting here wasting away. For what? Some douche that stood you up.” I jerked my head up and let out a growled groan.]]

First off, fuck you. Secondly, there’s a fucking virus out in the world that’s keeping us all indoors. The doors are closed. What do you suggest I do? I’ve cleaned this apartment so much.

[[“You could do what you used to do when you were bored and lonely with a mix of sad and pathetic.” My eye twitched at the voice of my mother. I slowly turned my head to look in the doorway. “May this time you’ll do it right.” She tilted her head towards my nightstand where my switchblade rested. I reached for it throw it at the vision of her talking to me.]]

Get the fuck out! No invited you here! No one fucking asked you!

[[I moved to the bathroom to wash my face and decided to shower instead. I lathered up the shaving cream over my legs and worked the razor up slowly, carefully, with multiple strokes to make sure the hair was cleared before moving on to the next section. “Seems dangerous time for you to have a razor with the shape of your mental health right now.”]]

Shut it. Leave me alone!

[[Breaking my focus I looked up at the vision. I smoothed my hand over the spot and looked down to see a trail of blood dripping down my shin. I stared at the cut for a moment. “It’s not the same is it?” I took a deep breath and finished up the shaving routine with less detailed attention and focus to clear every inch.]]

No, it’s not. I-I didn’t even feel it.

[[I shampooed, washed, and rinsed off before wrapping a towel around me and grabbing a second to wrap my hair into. “At least in Vegas you were guaranteed some pain, then you had the club where you could find someone to provide if needed. How many times did you wonder how much Cricket’s bite would hurt with them razors she’s got? You thought having Brody around would normalize your desire to feel. It just increased it, didn’t it.” I groaned and punched the mirror. Glass shattered and shards buried themselves into my knuckles. I looked down at my hand and just stared as I slowly plucked the shards out of my fingers.]]

Shut. Up! Leave me alone! Why do you care?!

[[What was I even talking about? Why was I continuing to talk to myself?! Why didn’t I feel the pain of the glass in my hand? I moved to rinse and clean out the cuts from the glass before wrapping my hand in gauze and medical tape. I flexed my fingers to make sure I still had movement. I dressed quickly and grabbed my keys and phone before walking out of the apartment. “WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!” The echoed voice of my mom and whatever else was creeping my apartment sounded out.]]

Out. Isn’t that what most ghosts want, the living to fuck off? That’s what I’m doing. Don’t fuck with my shit.

[[I made my way to the graveyard and opened the gate to the Bodhi family site and sat cross legged on the empty plot meant for me as I leaned against the tombstone.]]

Grandmama, I am fucking losing it… I.. what do I do? I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I don’t feel like I should be guilty… why am I being haunted?!

[[“You have demons you haven’t dealt with.” I didn’t question hearing the voice as she spoke to me. I gave a chuckle that broke into a laugh.]]

I’ve fucking lost it…

[[“Watch your mouth!” I jumped and snapped out of the laughing fit and straightened up. “You need to pull yourself together. Sleep. Eat. Do something. Your mind is what’s haunting you. The devil is taunting your parents.” I nodded but didn’t move. Just didn’t have the energy. “Yo, thought I’d find you here, short stuff.” I looked up with a raised eyebrow. “Well, checked your apartment first.” I held out a hand to stop him from walking inside the gate.]]

Detective Dick? The f… Are you real? I mean… what are you doing here? Why are you looking for me? Come to question me some more. Clearly, I didn’t leave town.

[[“A psychic told me I could find you here. Thought you’d like to know, you’ve been cleared from the suspect list. And…” Detective Dick jingled the car keys in his hands. “I was able to get your car back and verify it being in your possession now.” I climbed up to my feet and looked at the Detective in front of me.]]

The last time you mentioned a psychic, it was my aunt. How’d she know where to find me, been years since I’ve talked to her. Wasn’t even sure she was still alive to be honest. What’s the catch?

[[“No catch. Just told you I would see what I could do to get it back to you. Your aunt reminded me of a saying you used to say back in school ‘The best places to think are crowded but silent, the places people die to stay in.’ Or something like that. I rolled my eyes.]]

Yeah, you definitely went to my aunt. That’s a family code. I was told it’s the best place to go to get my mind right, or whatever.

[[I carefully climbed over the gate and felt a knee buckle beneath me. Detective Dick caught me and helped me upright. “Whoa, ya good?” I jerked back from him and straightened my shirt. My stomach growled loudly in the awkward silence. “Hungry? Let’s grab some lunch. Hit a drive thru on the way to dropping me off at the station.” My mind wanted to protest but my body was eating at the insides for nutrients.]]

Fine let’s go.

[[I made it to the car and tripped the sides before I could even open the door. “You okay?” I shook my head and raised my hands to my head as if it would help stabilize the spinning.]]

My head is spinning. I’m fine. I just.. need to eat.

[[“Right, so I’ll drive. You just sit and relax.” I moved to the passenger side after handing off the keys. When we reached the drive thru I ordered two burgers and a bunch of fries and the biggest mint Oreo milkshake they could give. Detective Dick chuckled and ordered a burger for himself with fries and coke. “When’s the last time you’ve eaten?” I shrugged as I popped the seatbelt against my chest.]]

Few days or so.. depends on your definition of eating. Snacks here and there but meal wise days.. I don’t want to talk about it. What made you change your mind about me being on the suspect list?

[[Detective Dick to a long pause, which partially made me think he was setting a trap, seeing what questions I asked to answer his questions about me. He parked and wrapped his burger before answering. “Eat and then I’ll tell you.” groaned and took big bites out of my first burger, moaning at the taste as I washed it down with milkshake and fries. I move to the second and just stuffed fries between each bite like I was in a food competition. “Damn. Slow down before you choke yourself now.” I washed down the final bite with milkshake and looked at him as I waited for his answer to my question.]]

I ate.

[[“Right, so, your aunt helped piece together somethings. Your dad was doing some shady money dealings with a pimp in Vegas. Seems your mom got herself wrapped up in some debt and partnered with your dad. The pimp hired your dad on to help with the prostitution ring in Vegas. He was said to be the front man, organizing and collecting girls.” I gripped my stomach and cupped my other hand over my mouth as I fought to step out of the car.]]

I think... I’m gonna be sick…

[[I bent over and puked by a nearby tree in the lot. “Yeah, your file from Vegas came in and your Aunt led us to your Dad’s files. Details and some pretty upsetting things in there.” I leaned up and against the car. “But in the file, your personality was listed as ‘weak, submissive, and easy to control.” My neck cracked as I felt rage try to surface at the offense but the thought that this could be Detective Dick looking for a trigger kept me from reacting.]]

Wow, someone really believed in me, huh? Great to know.

[[“Yeah, so, you’re aunt said even though there’s potential motive, you wouldn’t have known about your Dad, your mom wanted you dead and you’re running away probably opened up the business since they didn’t have to worry about an informant in their midst. She provided us with some other leads that are looking pretty good. Family had to be ruled out first.” I nodded and made a mental note that I needed to visit. Something was off, she was legitimately clairvoyant but the words he was spouting sounded like she Gypsied fortune told him to cover my ass. “Your aunt also talked about your childhood and how she tried to take you from your parents through court.” I rolled my shoulders as the memory moved through my thoughts I crossed my arms over my chest.]]

Yeah, she tried. Mom moves me all around to avoid investigation. The only time she would’ve got me, my mom refused and I got pulled in a tug of war between them and my bad shoulder that was beaten on the night before, dislocated on my aunt’s side and she was deemed unfit and my mom claimed she was the one protecting me from my aunt. I haven’t seen her since. I probably should go see her though being an adult now.

[[“Yeah. You okay?” I nodded and got back in the car and buckled up.]]

Yeah, yeah, sorry you just hit me with all the information and it just surprised me is all. Take me home? I’ll order a cab for you when we get there. I'm just… I haven’t slept and the exhaustion is setting in.

[[Detective Dick nodded and started the engine before backing out. I didn’t remember getting home, the roads, my head rested against the door and my eyes closed before we reached the main road. I woke slightly to the feeling of bouncing as he carried me up a flight of stairs. When my arms felt the soft sheets of my blankets, I instantly curled into them. I felt the weight of the end of the bed lift and the door shut with a low squeal as he left. I gave into the sleep that had eluded me for so long. Maybe tomorrow I would be able to think without the hallucinations of my mind.]]

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Poetic Romance

Paring: Analogical (Logan x anxiety)

Summery: Logan reads a poem Virgil has written without his permission, romance ensues.

Warnings: Virgil says “Fuck” once and i used the word bastard.

This is the first fan fiction ive ever written, its kinda shit but oh well. Hope you enjoy anyways

Virgil was the quietest one of all the other sides, preferring to sit and listen rather than contribute to the conversations. Even if he wished to voice his opinions, Virgil had trouble formulating his thoughts into words without becoming tongue tied. While he may have had troubles speaking to the others, his poetry said it all for him. Each word written in Anx’s neat scrawl held a passion stronger than Romans passion for Disney.

No one in the mind palace new about Virgil's talents, and he planned on it staying that way. However, the universe seemed to have entirely different plans for him.

Virgil was secretive about his notebooks entirely, opting to stay in his room to write, seeing as the other sides rarely ventured into his dark quarters. He assumed this was due to them fearing what they would find rather than respecting privacy, but he was grateful either way.

Each time Virgil was done pouring his heart onto the pristine pages of one of his many note books (most of them filled at this point,) he would store them Underneath his bed. Even if someone was to enter his room, why would they head for the underside of is bed?

After another night of endlessly scrolling through Tumblr and neglecting his urge to sleep, Anx stumbled from his room to the bathroom just across the hall to attempt to wake himself up with a cool shower. Unknowingly to him, a dilemma was happening a few doors down.

Roman frantically tore apart his room in an attempt to find his lost sash, his favorite one at that. The red, silky, garment was nowhere to be found and Roman was on the verge of panicking.

“Panicking will do you no good, Roman. Think rationally and attempt to retrace as to where you last had it.” Logan said, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and a bored expression resting upon his pale features. Roman continued to dig through his elegant white and gold wardrobe with motivation when a thought passed through his distressed mind, stopping him in his tracks.

“Logan, didn't you do laundry just this Wednesday?” Roman inquired, giving Logan a look of hope.

“Why yes i did but i do not see what this has to d-”

“Great!” Roman interrupted to Logans annoyance. “If you could, please go to Virgil's room and search for it? Our clothing gets mixed up more often than you'd think.” Roman casted a pleading look at Logan.        Typically, Logan would make princey do these mundane things by himself but he was rather sick of sir sing-a-lot making such a cacophony while Logan was attempting to read.

With a huff, Logan walked his way down the hall and to Virgil's room, Roman yelling a thank you as he left. To Logan's surprise, Anx’s door was wide open, the room empty. So Logic let himself in, one goal in mind: Find the dramatic bastards sash.

Logan scanned the room, eyes falling onto the sash laying across Virgil's bedside table, sticking out among the variations of purple, grey and black that decorated Virgil's living space. As Logan turned to leave, he noticed a hard cover, black notebook open atop Virgil's unmade bed.

Curiosity got the best of Logan as he lowered himself down on the edge of the bed, poster straight as per usual. Picking up the notebook he began to read the open, most recent page. If Virgil was to leave this open on his bed, Logan thought to himself he wouldn't mind if i were to read it, one page won't hurt. Logan's eyes began to scan the paper, absorbing and decoding every word and metaphor as he went.

His face slowly turned into a shade of crimson as he finished the page, a piece of himself hoping it was meant for him. He shook off the thought, he new better than to think such falsehoods. Beginning to pull himself up from Virgil's bed, he stopped in his tracks when he noticed a petrified figure in the doorway.

“What the Fuck are you doing in my room?!” Virgil practically  screamed, quickly making his way over to his bed and snatching up his notebook. Logan was frozen in his place. His specialty may have been the English language, but he was unable to come up with a reply.   

“Did….. Did you read it?” Anxiety Inquired quietly, rage still present in his eyes, but slowly fading into a mixture of sadness and worry.

After a few moments of silence, Logan collected himself, learning to speak once more. “I'm…. I'm sorry Anx, it was open on your bed and curiosity got the better of me, please forgive my intrusion.” Logan awaited Virgil's answer to his apology, looking at the anxious side patiently.

He sighed in response, plopping down on his bed and hiding his head in his hands. Logan was about to speak up when a mellow question came from Virgil.

“Do you know who its for, Logan?” Virgil looked up from his hands, making eye contact with the logical side next to him. Logic's stared back into Anxiety's comforting eyes, becoming lost within the sea of brown.

Logan eventually comprehended what was asked, confusion lining his analytical yet soft features. Whenever Logic thought something over, he looked like a computer attempting to process unfamiliar information.

“Its for you Logan, i wrote that poem for you.” Logan's breath caught in his throat, cheeks turning redder than they previously were.

Logan sat in silence for a bit, he had never dealt with such strange human emotions. The fluttering of his stomach, the heat rising to his face, the sudden and longing urge to wrap Virgil in  his arms and hold him close. The anxious side was worried he made a mistake confessing his love to the logical side, but before he could apologize Logan did something that surprised them both:

He pulled Anxiety centimeters away from his face until  his lips connecting with Virgil's for a kiss filled with passion and emotion, yet it was still gentle, giving him a chance to pull away if he so pleased. Virgil melted into the kiss, pulling Logan closer to him, afraid that if they were to far apart this would all be a dream.

Both pulled away from the kiss with flushed faces, smiling dopey smiles at one another.  Logic pulled Anxiety into another loving kiss, this one lasting slightly longer than the last.

Roman never did get his sash that night.