#pt3 is sin

[daydreamkissesxo]

Father Charlie x reader | Sinner Pt3; Doomed

This is a long one, 3,301 words to be exact🫣

Contains smut, unprotected sex, pregnancy, mention of abortion, slut shaming, manipulative priest and dark themes? 18+

You felt deep shame leaving father Charlie's office that day, the soreness between your thighs and the red blood stain that appeared on the lining of your drenched underwear he'd requested you put back on to go home both strong reminders of what you'd done.

You'd purposely started sitting at the back during mass, choosing the seat closest to a church beam as the lingering shadow would make it harder for him to spot you from the altar.

You no longer waited for your family once mass had ended, always finding the perfect excuse as to why you had to leave immediately, none of your family ever questioning your reasoning as they fully trusted you.

They had no reason not to, you'd always shown them just how trustworthy you could be, and that alongside your devotion to your faith was all they needed to allow you the freedom you needed.

The disappointment they'd feel if they knew how reckless you'd been was a strong factor in your decision to avoid father Charlie, pleasuring yourself was one thing, but losing your virginity to your church's priest both premarital and unprotected was another.

You knew the shame it would bring your family if other churchgoers ever found out, how they'd name you as a common slut and a seducer so great that even a priest could not resist you.

You were overwhelmed with guilt, so despite your deeply embedded feelings for father Charlie, you knew it was best to avoid such encounters again.

Father Charlie was infuriated by your avoidance, he couldn't help but feel like the common whore you so desperately wanted to avoid being branded.

He stood no chance of getting down the aisle fast enough to stop you from leaving by the time families started congregating in small groups, blocking his path to you.

It was during Sunday mass that he decided he would finally outsmart you and your predicable escape route, purposely placing himself at the end of the aisle beside the church pew where you sat as he finished his sermon.

The warm smile he gave to everyone as mass came to an end had vanished completely as he glanced over at you, standing at the exit of the row to trap you between him and the wooden beam behind you.

"Y/N. Could I have a word with you in my office?" He asked, attempting to sound as polite as possible, though his hand shook very slightly at his side as he wanted nothing more than to drag you there regardless of your response.

The look in his eyes was almost sinister, his ambush leaving you both stunned and speechless as you vowed to stay away from him for good.

"I have somewhere to be, father." You replied confidently, sliding your trembling hands into your coat pockets to avoid showing how truly nervous you were.

Your sudden confidence made him chuckle in disbelief, you would never have dared to challenge his requests before, he was truly amused to think you felt brave enough to deny him.

"I'm not asking you, Y/N."

Your eyes widened as he took a step closer, flinching as his hand reached out to take hold of your forearm.

He raised an eyebrow at your sudden fearful expression, he hadn't been unkind to you nor did he wish to be, but your behaviour was truly frustrating.

The familiar walk back to his office was even more unnerving than the last, though this time you were so very determined not to give in to your lustful urges, not to undo all the work you'd started to repent for your sins.

You watched as he held the door open, tightening the grip you had on the lining of your coat pocket as you knew what stepping over the threshold meant, how much harder he would be to resist as the room reminded you of your first ever sexual encounter.

You braved the nerves that wreak havoc with your confidence, calmly stepping in but refusing to look anywhere other than at the wall ahead.

Father Charlie smirked as he pushed the door hard enough to slam itself closed, he knew he could break you despite the bravery you displayed.

He turned his body to face yours, placing his hands onto your shoulders and stepping forward which forced you to take a big step back, your upper body colliding with the wall with a soft thud.

You let out a soft gasp, your body stiffening as you weren't expecting him to be so forward so quickly.

He closed in the small gap between your body's, pressing his chest against yours while his face remained just an inch away, his lips parting as he glanced down at yours.

"You've been avoiding me." He whispers, gliding his hands down your chest in search of your delicately soft breasts.

"I..I h-haven't." You stutter, your body tensing beneath his touch while your feet shuffle backwards as if by some miracle you'd disappear into the wall.

"This is wrong, father." You plead, the heels of your feet pressing into the wall as you struggle to distance yourself from him.

"It wasn't wrong the last time." He whispered breathlessly, showing no consideration for your sudden conscience as he cupped your breasts.

"Why are you so against it? Was I too rough?" He asked, lowering his head to press soft delicate kisses against the underside of your jaw, his hands kneading your breasts while subconsciously checking whether they'd grown any larger.

You were breathless, exhausted from the strength it took to restrain yourself, your hands desperate to roam the beautifully sculpted body you'd seen once before.

"We had sex while I was ovulating.." you whispered, a soft moan unintentionally slipping past your lips.

He sighed quietly against your neck, happy to hear that his touch had its desired effect and you were seconds away from letting your guard down.

"Well you're not ovulating now, are you?" He asked as he lifted his head, his lustfully dark gaze meeting yours.

Lust had already started seeping into your veins but his gaze forced it to spread throughout your body like a rush of hot lava, you simply shook your head in response before throwing your head forward and allowing your lips to crash desperately against his.

His hands took hold of your face as he reciprocated your hunger fuelled kiss, stumbling back as you pushed yourself off the wall and forced him towards his desk.

His hands fell from your cheeks to wrap his arms around your waist, bringing you closer against him while dragging his fingertips down your lower back and the curve of your ass until they reach your upper thighs.

He turned the two of you around, trapping you against the edge of his desk before lifting you effortlessly onto it while barely breaking your smothering kiss.

It wasn't an encounter that required fully undressing, he just needed to relieve himself and feel the familiar warmth your walls provided.

His hands slid beneath your dress to reach for your underwear, yanking them past your hips and down your thighs to let them pool at your ankles before his hands fell to his belt to frantically unbuckle it.

He slipped his thumbs past the waistband of his own underwear, shoving them down with his trousers just enough for his cock to spring free.

He didn't care for foreplay, instead grabbing hold of himself to align his tip with your core before slamming into you, a loud grunt erupting from him.

A loud moan escaped your lips as your head fell back in pure bliss, he wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you closer, you held onto his shoulders as he began thrusting into you harshly.

The feet of the desk loudly scraped against the floor as the desk shifted an inch closer to the wall with each thrust, he was prepared to take the hardest lashing of his life for this one.

Father Charlie was preparing for the upcoming Sunday's mass when a knock at his office door disturbed him, he lifted his head from his sermon papers only to be met with a concerned looking senior sister.

"Is everything alright, sister?" He asks sincerely, offering her a comforting smile.

She was visibly nervous and he'd noticed, the way she looked at him made him uncomfortable but curious as to what was bothering her so much.

"Father, I'm not quite sure how to say this..but a pro life volunteer that works closely with the community saw Miss Y/L/N at a family planning clinic this afternoon."

Father Charlie's grip on his papers tightened as he froze, unable to even comprehend what he'd just heard, his ears ringing so loudly it could even drown out the church bells.

He was enraged, disgusted and confused all at once, unable to understand why you thought you were the one who could decide the fate of his unborn child while trying to process the fact that you were actually pregnant.

"I don't understand, father. She is such a wonderful young woman..why would she-"

"Do not concern yourself with the affairs of others, sister." He abruptly cut in, far too angered to care for what she thought.

He carelessly tossed his papers aside, rising from his desk chair to reach for his coat and the car keys that hang on a small hook beside the coat rack.

"Cancel everything I have scheduled this afternoon, you may tell them I've fallen ill." He instructs, walking around her to leave his office.

Your mother was surprised to see father Charlie at the doorstep of your family home, he never usually made house calls and the look on his face suggested a matter of urgency.

"Father charlie, is everything okay?" She asked in a mothering tone, her eyes full of sincerity and concern.

"Mrs Y/L/N, is Y/N home? I'm concerned about her. Her distance lately has been odd, if I must say. I wonder whether I've perhaps done something to upset her?" He asks, feigning concern and sincerity.

Your mother glanced over her shoulder at your father before stepping out onto the porch, pulling the door slightly closed to prevent your father from hearing.

"Father, if I'm being completely honest..I too am concerned for my daughter's change in behaviour. She's been acting very strange lately and I have no reason as to why."

Father Charlie was amused by her blatant ignorance, a woman who had been pregnant herself should surely know when another woman is expecting.

"We'll get to the bottom of this, I promise." He reassures, placing his hand on her upper arm while flashing her that all too familiar smile.

"I don't know where she is, father..she went out this morning and hasn't come back yet."

Father Charlie could have cursed at your mother, the twenty five minute drive to your home was a complete waste of his time and he'd now exposed the fact he was looking for you to her.

"Please let me know when she gets home safely."

He had no choice but to return back to the church after unsuccessfully locating you, he had to finish preparing for mass.

Upon entering the supposedly empty church, his eyes fixated on the back of a familiar head, his nostrils filling with the lingering scent of a perfume he recognised all too well.

There you conveniently were after he'd spent the last two hours driving around town in search of you.

His footsteps broke the silence, startling you as they echoed off throughout the sanctuary.

"You've got some nerve coming here after where you've been today." He said so casually, pulling his coat from his shoulders and allowing it to slide down his arms before carelessly throwing it over the back of a church pew as he passes it.

You rose from your seat at the sound of his voice, panicked by the confrontation and his mockery, your heart racing out of growing fear as your secret was now exposed to the one person you didn't want it to be.

"Oh, you're not going to deny it?"

He sounded surprised, he'd expected you to plead and confess but instead you ignored him, the one thing he hated most.

Each step he took closer made you flinch until he eventually towered over you, frantically searching your eyes for even the slightest bit of remorse before crassly cupping your breasts in an almost painful grip.

"Your breasts are already starting to swell with the milk that will give our baby all the nutrition they will ever need, and you want to abort it?" He asked through gritted teeth.

He watched as you turned your head away stubbornly and he was infuriated, releasing one of your breasts before roughly taking hold of your jaw in a bruising grip to turn your head back towards him.

"Do not ignore me, Y/N."

"Fuck you." You harshly spat back, the defiance in your eyes was an unfamiliar sight, he was tempted to believe you'd been possessed.

"Swearing, attempted murder, premarital sex..you're really pushing your boundaries in the eyes of the Lord, Y/N. But we'll blame this little outburst on your hormones, you poor girl." There was malice in his voice, you weren't as pliable as he'd initially thought but he had every intention to make you into the submissive woman he'd hoped you'd be.

"This child is a blessing from the Lord. Our child." He whispered, placing his free hand against your stomach which causes you to tense uncomfortably.

"That baby is the living proof of our union. That's why you wanted rid of it, didn't you? You thought you could erase that life we created to save yourself from the shameful stares of others, to save yourself from the shame as you're branded a common slut by your own parents." His gaze was cold yet he looked so amused, aware of the reaction his words would evoke as your eyes were swarmed with tears.

You were fearful as his words were obviously chosen with intent to force regret and shame upon you, the look in his eyes suggesting he was going to make you deeply remorseful for ever visiting that damn clinic.

Your bottom lip quivered, his words hitting you no differently than if it were a physical slap to the face, his harsh words identical to your own thoughts.

Father Charlie rolled his eyes, finding your sudden tears both infuriating and insulting as he felt you had no conscience previous to his confrontation.

"And now you wanna cry about it? Jesus Christ." He spoke in a condescending tone, showing no consideration for your feelings.

You were stunned by his cruelty, a stray tear rolling down your cheek as the way he looked at you made you feel inhuman.

"You can't force me to have this baby.." your voice trembled as you attempted to take a step back, but arms immediately wrapped around your shoulders and forced your body to collide with his.

He felt your resistance as you attempted to break free but his grip only tightened, determined not to let you out of his sight.

"Do you want to fucking bet?" He whispered sadistically, groaning under his breath his words left you panicked and desperately fighting to escape.

The sound of your desperate sobs echoed throughout the sanctuary as you thrashed around in his arms, his grip on you loosened once or twice before he'd eventually stumbled and unintentionally let go.

You had no time to process what was happening but you knew you had to run from him, you'd made it as far as the last row of pews before you were captured in his arms once more.

You elbowed at his abdomen as you twisted and turned, your hands desperately pulling at his to rid your waist of them.

"Let me go!" You screamed out, and with one final blow to his abdomen with your elbow, you'd inflicted enough pain upon him that he'd willingly let go.

His back harshly collided with one of the church beams as he stumbled backwards in agony, the pain of his freshly stitched wounds causing him to groan loudly in pain as he fell weakly to his knees.

You'd almost made it to the doors but the sound of his pained groan caused you to freeze, panicked that you'd hurt him but unsure why you even cared.

He was knelt beside the beam, his head bowed while his palms lay flat against the cobbled floor as the overwhelming sting left him almost completely paralysed.

"F-father?" You stuttered as you nervously walked over, your gaze fixated on his back and as you got closer, you could see small visible wet patches scattered across his black shirt.

You fell to your knees beside him, one of your trembling hands taking a fistful of his shirt before tugging at it to untuck it from his trousers and peel it away from his back.

You gasped at what you'd discovered, your eyes widening at the mixture of old scars and recently inflicted wounds that now bled due to his collision with the beam.

"Father.." you whisper, distraught by the sight of his self inflicted wounds as he'd never shown you his bare back even during your sexual encounters.

"My punishment, for giving in to my sexual urges." He whispered, groaning softly as the cold air brushing past his back caused it to sting.

Your heart broke at the thought of him inflicting such horrific pain upon himself simply for indulging in something so natural, you couldn't help but feel responsible.

"Please, don't get rid of our baby.." he whispered, looking over his shoulder at you with eyes full of tears, he was visibly shaking from the pain.

You'd agreed to go back to his home to discuss the pregnancy properly, prepared to hear how he wanted to proceed and what it would mean for the two of you.

He was more than grateful for your compliance, hopeful that he could reassure you that he would support you both emotionally and financially.

You sat nervously on the edge of the couch in his living room, your eyes scanning the room and its minimal decor.

He walked over with a mug of freshly brewed peppermint tea, placing it on the coffee table in front of you before taking a seat beside you.

He watched as you tensed up, only assuming that his earlier behaviour was the cause of your nerves.

"I'm sorry for my behaviour just now. I shouldn't have behaved like that, it’s was very out of character for me." He said softly, turning his head to look at you, not expecting you to look back.

"I know you're scared, but we can do this. We can have this baby..I’m going to support you in every way I can.”

He gently wrapped an arm around your shoulder, shifting closer to you before pressing his palm to the side of your head, forcing you to rest it against his shoulder.

His heart burst with joy as he felt you nuzzle your head against him, he smiled so sadistically as apart from the earlier almost violent encounter, everything had finally fallen into place.

“You can stay here for as long as you need..” he whispered, taking full advantage of the fact he knew how your parents would react if they were to ever find out, how fearful you were of them knowing what you’d done.

You'd finally stepped into his home and he'd be damned if he was going to let you leave it, he couldn't have people finding out he was about to father a child and risk losing his position at the church.

Tagging @targaryenswhxre 🫶🏼

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[2handsslan]

oscar piastri // op81 fic recs

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one shots

oscar's a grouch (or is he?) - @katsu28

“to your knowledge, oscar piastri really doesn't like you. but a night out in monaco makes you realize that maybe you don't know oscar's feelings towards you quite as well as you think you do”

bite the dust - @spiderbeam

“oscar thinks watching your old prema racing videos is embarrassing for many reasons… just not the ones you think”

be brave - @scuderiahoney

“you’re a teacher, and someone’s had the brilliant idea to send your class full of 5 year olds to the mclaren technology centre. chaos ensues. oscar’s there to help”

first win - @harrysfolklore

“the road to oscar’s first grand prix win”

she’s no ordinary girl - @theemporium

“an investigative study into the mysterious fish that saved his life; by oscar piastri with the assistance of logan sargeant, google searches and a crush that makes a man blind to the obvious signs that his coworker is a mermaid”

birthday buddies - @thef1diary

“at a joint birthday party organized by mutual friends, you and oscar find yourselves unexpectedly meeting for the first time while cutting the cake”

smau

on air - @diqldrunks - smau

behind the scenes (pt2) pre season interview (pt3)

“ in which oscar has a favourite interviewer (and she has a favourite driver)”

beached! - @povlnfour - smau

“after oscar saves you from an embarrassing accident on the beach, you accidentally go viral”

the art of us series - @piastree - smau

“at a charity event, sscar teams up with y/n for a sim racing challenge. they quickly find enjoyment in each other's company, work well together, and form a surprising bond”

heaven series - @81folklore - smau

“you are oscar’s long term secret girlfriend and you start hinting on your instagrams”

perfect all american - @iamred-iamyellow - smau

“you and oscar decided to make your relationship a secret in hopes to not stir up any “conflict of interest” rumors. however, he just couldn’t help being a proud boyfriend when you won your first race for williams as a rookie”

so american - @harrysfolklore - smau

“oscar has a huge crush on a famous pop singer, she has no idea of who he is”

guilty as sin series - @leclerc-s - smau

*these are part of my fic rec masterlist, please note none of these are written by me and the author of each story had been tagged! check out my f1 fic rec masterlist for other drivers!*

[lovers-rck]

modern au where you accidentally send ellie, your bestfriend, a nude PT3

pt1 here , pt2 here pt4 here

n/a finally.

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ellie was lying on her bed. her eyes were closed, her mouth was mumbling the words of the song softly, not wanting to take the spotlight away from the voice that sounded through the record player.

outside, the sun was shining at its brightest, burning the people who dared to walk under its reign.

"uhg i love that song" ellie murmurs as the song ends.

"it's good" you agree. a bead of perspiration ran down the valley of your breasts "it's too hot in here. can you open the window?"

ellie nods and once it's done she throws herself back on the bed hard, bouncing you up and down. she giggles dumbly.

"you can put on your bikini if you want, you left it here the last time we went swimming"

"so that's why i couldn't find it" you can see how ellie smiles slightly "where is it?"

"second drawer on the right"

"got it."

you find your bikini folded neatly in the drawer next to her t-shirts. the bathroom feels a thousand times hotter than the whole house, so you hurry to put on your bikini top and go back out to ellie's room. she's still in the same position, singing songs from an album you don't know.

"we should go swimming again" you say as you walk in, your bare feet against the floor "it was fun"

ellie partially stands up with the help of her arms and watches you, walking around her room in your bikini top and shorts. the photo incident had already been forgotten in your mind, but ellie was still thinking about that moment.

even though she assured you that she had deleted the photo, the truth was that she still had it in her gallery, feeling guilty every time she looked at it.

"sure" ellie said, abandoning her gaze on your body "if you want to drown yourself again"

"i didn't drown" you protested "that wave came in unexpectedly"

you lie down next to her, staring at the ceiling just as she does, separated by inches. ellie's almost-kiss comes to mind, but you dismiss that memory as quickly as you can, trying not to fantasize about something that isn't going to happen.

she's your best friend. just that.

it isn't long before the album comes to an end, burying the room in a deep silence. The air is uncomfortable for ellie, who feels the need to speak up and confess her sin.

"i didn't delete the picture" she says after a few minutes.

you furrow your eyebrows and look at her "what? which picture?"

ellie abandons her gaze to the ceiling and looks at your breasts, and then at you "you know..."

the answer hits you "oh"

"i'm sorry" ellie says "i had to tell you, it doesn't feel right"

you look up at the ceiling again "why didn't you delete it?"

you hear ellie laugh lightly "isn't it obvious?"

you feel your heart in your throat, ready to come out the moment you utter a word.

"it's not obvious to me"

an immense heat takes hold of ellie's body, a heat that is not due to the temperature outside. she feels her cheeks redden and her lips feel extremely dry and suddenly the ceiling looks so interesting that she want to watch it forever.

"well..." in your eyes, ellie doesn't look as confident as usual, more vulnerable "i think i like you."

"you think?"

"okay, okay" ellie snorts "i like you"

"it's just weird" she continues "i mean, it feels weird that you like your best friend, you know? i don't know, i haven't stopped thinking about it since you sent me that picture"

you don't say anything, and ellie takes that as a bad sign.

"i'm sorry" she mumbles, looking at the ceiling and wanting to hit her head "i shouldn't have said that. i would leave if i could but it's my home so...."

"can you kiss me?" you speak and ellie looks at you

"what?"

ellie analyzes your gestures, looking for some indication that what you are telling her is a vile joke that you can both laugh at later, or pretend to laugh at.

"a real kiss this time" you say and ellie smile embarrassed as she remembers "kisses on the corner don't count"

"shut up. I didn't know how you were going to react."

"you didn't even see my reaction! you ran into the living room!"

they both laugh uproariously, although ellie laughs mostly out of embarrassment.

a few seconds pass. fifteen seconds if you ask ellie.

"well, are you going to do it?" you mutter.

ellie stands up and moves closer to you, leaning on one arm to support her weight so she doesn't fall on you. you can feel her confidence return as she provokes your lips by gently brushing hers across them but not making full contact.

"ellie" your voice comes out as a strangled moan.

and she finally kisses you.

the warmth of her lips impacting against yours and sending you into a dreamy spiral. her hands hold you as if you are going to disappear, encircling and touching your skin.

everything about her touch counterbalances her personality. her touch is kind, gentle, soft, and it's ellie's

[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

When You Need Me Most

Jeongin x Reader (implied female but can be read as gn!)

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of Cheating, Victim Blaming, Mentions of glass shattering

Pt2 Pt3

MASTERLIST

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The day had been longer than usual. Exhaustion clung to your bones as you climbed the stairs to your apartment, your thoughts preoccupied with the idea of a quiet evening in. You hadn’t told your boyfriend you’d be home early today; maybe surprising him and inviting him over for some quality time would lift your spirits. You usually worked second and third shift, so your free time never overlapped with his, and even if it did you spent it asleep. But your boss had graced you with a paid third shift.

And now you got some extra time. You had been extremely busy these past few weeks, and so had your boyfriend. He was a trainee at JYP, and you had met him through Chan.

You had done an exchange program in Australia, met Hannah, who introduced you to Chris since she knew you wanted to work in South Korea; and she wanted you to have a confidant. And one day as he was showing you around his place of work you had run into a timid trainee who was shaking at running into the Christopher Bahng. But when his eyes met yours something had sparked.

These past couple months had made you happy, even if it was rough due to your schedules.

The key turned in the lock with a soft click, and you pushed the door open, expecting the comforting silence of an empty home. You wondered if you should call your boyfriend to come over, or if you'd go over to his. He had to be awake. He was a night owl.

But instead of silence, the first thing you noticed was the trail of clothing leading from the front door to the living room—shoes, a shirt that wasn’t yours, and a jacket that definitely didn’t belong to your boyfriend. Confusion knitted your brows together as you picked up the jacket, the fabric slipping through your trembling fingers as you realized it wasn’t just any jacket -it belonged to another woman. The scent of the perfume staining it making you nauseous.

The apartment was unnervingly quiet, save for the faint sound of voices coming from the bedroom. Your bedroom.

No, it can’t be.

Your legs moved on their own, carrying you down the hall with a heavy heart thudding in your chest. Each step felt like you were trudging through quicksand, dragging you deeper into dread. You felt like throwing up. The closer you got, the clearer the sounds became—soft moans, whispered words, and the creak of the bed. Your bed.

Your hand shook as you reached for the door, pushing it open slowly, hoping, praying that what you were hearing wasn’t real. Praying that it was anything else than what you thought it was. But as the door swung open, your world shattered.

There, tangled in the sheets you had picked out when you first moved in, was your boyfriend. His body was intertwined with another woman’s, her face unseen, their limbs a mess of sinful intimacy.

His lips were kissing places he had no right to be kissing, leaving trails of his betrayal on her skin - on the skin of the female idol trainee you now recognized from the same agency your boyfriend- ex boyfriend - worked at.

The choked gasp that escaped your lips was involuntary, and it was enough to break their trance. They both jolted, eyes wide as they met yours. For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of your breathing - shallow, erratic, as if the air itself had been stolen from your lungs.

You couldn't even muster tears up.

"Y/N…" he started, his voice a broken whisper as he scrambled to cover himself -as if modesty had any place here now. "This isn’t-"

"Don’t," you choked out, feeling the bile you had tried to hold back rise in your throat. "Don’t you dare try to explain this to me."

The girl- no, the other woman - had the decency - no audacity - to look ashamed. As if she wasn't aware of your boyfriend's relationship. Everyone in the company knew he was in a relationship due to his inability to shut the fuck up.

She clutched the sheets to her chest, her eyes darting between you and your boyfriend, searching for a way out. But you didn’t care about her; all you could see was him, the man who had just shattered your heart into a million irreparable pieces.

"What the hell is going on?" The question was pointless, rhetorical, but it tumbled from your lips anyway, more a cry of pain than a demand for answers. You didn't even know if you wanted an answer. You just wanted something anything to drown out the unbearable noises you had hooked into every crevice of your mind.

He stood, grabbing his pants off the floor, slipping into them as if getting dressed would somehow make this situation better. "Y/N, listen to me-"

"No!" your screams cut him off. You never screamed. He stared at you in shock. "No, you listen to me! You were in my bed with her! In my home! MY fucking home. How could you do this? Because you didn't want your group members see how royally fucked up their leader is? How much of a piece of shit he is?" You spat, the venom in your voice something you didn't realize you even had stored in you.

For a moment, he looked genuinely remorseful, his eyes softening in a way that had always made you weak. The eyes he gave anytime he did anything remotely wrong. And for a moment, you felt your heart twinge with regret of yelling at him - and for a split-second thought of a life where you both put this behind you.

But then, just as quickly, his expression hardened, and you saw the shift- the anger, the defensiveness. The complete opposite of remorse.

"You weren’t supposed to be home," his tone was accusatory, as if you were the one who had done something wrong. "You never come home early! If you hadn’t-"

"If I hadn’t what?!" you interrupted, your voice cracking as the tears you so desperately didn't want to show spilled over, streaming down your cheeks. "If I hadn’t come home, you’d still be fucking her in my bed? You think that makes this, okay? You would've never told me huh? If I hadn't caught you and this bitch." You turn to her. "Don't think I'm the type to only blame one person. Because it's a two-way thing. You knew he was in a relationship. But you're so desperate that you'd fuck another person's boyfriend in their home? Not even his home?" You laughed without humor.

The girl looked at your ex to have him defend her.

He ran a hand through his hair, frustration bubbling to the surface. "You’re never around, Y/N! You’re always busy, always caught up in something else. What did you expect me to do? Sit around waiting for you to remember I exist?"

The words hit you like a physical blow, knocking the wind out of you. "You’re blaming me for this?" you whispered, disbelief lacing every syllable. "You cheated on me, and now it’s my fault? Because I was busy? You're acting as if you're any freer than I am!"

He didn’t answer, his silence more damning than any words could have been. He simply stood there, glaring at you as if your very presence was an inconvenience to him, as if you were the one who had ruined everything.

Almost as if he would go back to doing just what he was doing if you chose to turn and walk out.

The girl on the bed finally found her voice, though it was weak and shaky. "I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t-"

"Shut up," you spoke not even bothering to look at her. She wasn’t worth your attention. "Just shut up."

You turned back to your boyfriend, the man you thought you knew, the man who had just turned your life upside down. "Get out," you mumbled, your voice chilled. Hard. Unrecognizable even to yourself.

"Y/N, come on. Don’t be like this-"

"GET OUT!" you sounded like a banshee, your voice echoing through the apartment. You grabbed the nearest object—a pillow from the bed—and flung it at him. "Get your shit and get the hell out of my apartment!" You grabbed all of things in range and threw them at him.

He didn’t move at first, stunned by the sheer force of your anger. You had never been angry at anything he had done. So much so that he was almost assured he could've gotten away with cheating if you hadn't caught him in the act but rather he confessed at a later state.

But as you started grabbing his clothes, throwing them at him with a fury that made your hands shake, he finally began to gather his things, muttering curses under his breath.

The other woman quickly followed suit, dressing as fast as she could, avoiding your gaze. Within minutes, they were both at the door, him clutching his clothes, her still trying to smooth out her disheveled appearance.

Before he left, he turned to you one last time, his face twisted with bitterness. "You know, Y/N, maybe if you weren’t so focused on your own shit all the time, this wouldn’t have happened."

"No. But maybe if I had never agreed to date a narcissistic and twisted bastard than this wouldn't have mattered!"

The door slammed shut behind them, leaving you standing in the middle of your once-happy home, surrounded by the remnants of what used to be your life.

His words echoed in your mind, cruel and cutting, each one driving the knife of betrayal deeper into your heart.

You sank to the floor, the strength finally leaving your body as the sobs overtook you. You screamed. Everything hurt- your chest, your head, your soul. It was like the world had crumbled beneath your feet, leaving you to free-fall into the abyss of your own misery.

You had moved to Korea on a whim, but your boyfriend had made that loneliness much better.

Now he was gone, and that feeling overtook you, drown you in a tidal wave of hurt.

But even as the tears flowed, even as you sat there in the ruins of your life, a new emotion began to simmer beneath the surface: anger. But not a normal anger. A white-hot, searing anger. Not just at him, but at her, at the universe, at yourself for trusting him, for loving him.

As you sat on the floor of your apartment with your heart in pieces, you didn't even realize how much time had passed with your sobs as a background noise until your neighbor unsympathetically banged on your wall, yelling curses at you to shut up.

You didn't care at that point, so you chucked the closest thing to you at the wall, a lamp your boyfriend had gifted you as a housewarming gift.

The teal glass shattered against the wall and with it, the last fragments of your composure.

You couldn’t stay here. The walls seemed to close in on you, suffocating, filled with memories that now felt tainted and wrong. Your legs felt like jelly as you pushed yourself off the floor, your mind reeling, but one thought cut through the chaos like a beacon: Chan.

You barely registered your movements as you grabbed your phone and keys, stuffing them into your bag with shaking hands. The tears blurred your vision, but you didn’t care. You just needed to get out—away from this place, away. Just away.

The hallway of your building was empty, the quiet eerie compared to the storm raging inside you. You stumbled down the stairs, not trusting yourself to take the elevator, since you were afraid you might break down completely if you had to stand still for even a moment. By the time you reached the street, your breath was coming in shallow gasps, the cold air biting at your skin as if trying to shock you back to reality.

You hadn't even remembered to grab a jacket.

The walk to Chan’s apartment was a blur. You were on autopilot, the familiar route basically muscle memory from countless visits.

Normally, the walk felt short -comforting even -but tonight it felt endless. Every step was heavy, you felt almost drunk, dragging your feet along the pavement.

When you finally reached the apartment complex, you didn’t bother to announce your arrival. You just pounded on the door, hoping-praying - that someone would be there.

Chan. You needed Chan. He was your rock, the one person who always knew how to make things better, who could somehow untangle the mess of your life with a few words and that steady presence of his.

Even if you hadn't known him through a time of distress, you knew you could count on him.

But when the door swung open, it wasn’t Chan’s face you saw.

Rather it was Jeongin’s.

“Y/N?” His voice was filled with surprise, quickly turning to concern as he took in your tear-streaked face and the way you were trembling like a leaf in the wind. “What happened? Are you okay?”

The words were stuck in your throat, tangled with the sobs you were fighting to keep at bay. All you could do was shake your head, the motion making the tears spill over once more. You wanted to speak, to tell him everything, but the words wouldn’t come. They were buried too deep under the weight of your heartbreak.

Without another word, Jeongin stepped aside, holding the door open wider. “Come in,” he said softly, his tone gentle, coaxing you inside like you were a fragile thing that might break at any moment.

Although he felt anxious now, silently wishing Chan was home.

You were his hyung's friend. While you were closer to Jeongin's age, Chris was by far the closest to you.

Jeongin had met you by accident, when you had come to drop something off at the apartment. And Chris had taken that time to introduce you two properly, then eventually the rest of the guys.

And while you weren't besties with Jeongin to the extent you were with Chan or Felix, who you had latched onto rather quickly, you and Jeongin got along well enough. Well enough to hang out outside of group meetings, and well enough to share inside jokes.

And well enough for him to take a romantic liking to you. One that pained him since he held it in.

But he didn't think he knew you well enough for him to help you through whatever crisis you were going through. Just buy the pitiful sight, he knew you needed someone you had history with. Someone who knew you better than he did. At least he thought.

You stepped over the threshold, your legs threatening to give out the moment you were inside the warmth of the apartment. The familiar scent of the place- clean, with a hint of whatever candle Chan had burning - made your chest tighten. This was supposed to be your safe space, where you came to escape the pressures of adulting, to laugh and talk with your friends. But tonight, it was a refuge from the disaster your life had just become.

Jeongin just barely managed to catch you as your toe caught, catapulting yourself into his arms.

He sunk to the ground with you as your desperate cries came out.

"Why me. Why me."

Your tears were dampening his chest, and all he could do was hold you. He didn't know how long he held you before Chan had walked into the dorm, surprised to see your state of distress, and lifting you into his arms.

Jeongin had lost track of time since he had seen his Hyung carry you as you cried into his shoulder, into his room, in hopes of giving you privacy.

He wondered what was wrong.

What had brought those sad cries of anguish.

The younger boy absentmindedly mixed some sugar into a sleeping tea.

You liked sweet things. Maybe you would be able to stomach this and get some rest.

As he went to knock on the door, Chris opened it up, closing it quietly behind him.

"Is Y/N okay?" Jeongin asked quietly clutchin the mug in his hand.

Chris had a subtle anger behind his calm face. Jeongin had only seen his leader get angry a couple of times. And while it was never directed at him, it was still something unsettling to witness.

"I'll ruin that bastard's career." He brought his index finger and thumb to his nose and rubbed it in annoyance. "The girl too. And not even just for revenge. If they're acting like that as trainees who knows what they'll do when they have more fame." He sighed and noticed the steaming mug in his youngest member's hands.

"Cute." He mumbled pinching his cheek.

Jeongin pulled back instinctively. As he always did whenever his Hyung gave him affection. It wasn't that he hated it - while he wasn't the fondest of physical affection, Chan's was always comforting and reassuring, but since he would never admit that he pulled away and usually that would cause Chan to bombard him even more. But this time his elder didn't instead he started to walk to the living room.

"Hyung?"

"Y/N is going to stay with us for a little. Okay?" It was more of a statement rather than question.

Jeongin nodded, and focused on the steam coming up from the cup.

I hope they're okay...

The door creaked open slightly as Jeongin peeked into it slightly.

You were already asleep, tucked into Chan's bed, your soft snores filling up the quiet space.

You looked small, and sad if it was even possible to look sad in your sleep.

Who hurt you like this... Jeongin wondered as he shut the door.

He sighed and went to the kitchen to put the mug away, a small frown as he dumped the contents.

Regardless, I'll be there for them. Chan hyung is there but...but I'll be there for them too. Because then maybe...

Maybe they'll see me the same way.

After drying the mug he walked towards his room, stopping in front of Chris's door one last time.

The image of your eyes was engrained into his mind.

He would never make you sad. Not like that. Never like that.

Rather... I'll treat you right. Make you the happiest person on Earth. Give everything, I have to you. He thought as he crawled into his bed.

I do everything in my power to be there through your highs and lows. Be there when you need me most.

Jeongin vowed.

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König

Reminder : My blog contains dark/yandere content and have 18+ fanfics, so MDNI with NSFW fics. I also do fluff and angst. All my works are fiction : I don’t own any of the characters I write for; there might be triggering subjects - please see the warnings before reading. None of the gifs or visuals I use in my fics are mine.

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[dark, fluff, yandere, nsfw(*), angst, request]

Saccharine and Monstrosity(*) | d,y

Pairing: Dark!Cthulhu König x fem!reader

He found something worth much more than gold and silver, and madness and corruption. He found a pretty little mermaid to brighten up his cold, dark home and care for. To love something he was created to hunt and kill; to care for something he watched from afar; to hold something so fragile between his many, many arms. It’s sinful pleasure, a blasphemous reunion, but he doesn’t care. He wants you, so he’ll have you.

Stepdad!könig & dbf!horangi* | collection - d,r

Your mother marries again and he doesn’t come alone.

Pervy!Roommate!König* | collection - d,r

You like your new roommate, he’s really nice.

Doll AU(*) | d,r

Pairing: dark!Krueger + König x doll!reader

You were once made of porcelain and wax, a precious doll to pamper and care. Now, you are made of skin and bone, a fragile doll to fuck and keep.

Gentle Giant | f

You know König as a different person.

Childhood Friend | f,d,y,r

You know him as well as he knows you - or so you thought.

Helping Hand* | f

Pairing: König x fem!reader x Horangi

Horangi’s stretching you out for König.

Failed Escape* | d,y,r

In moments of fear-inducing adrenaline and hope, you’re driven to escape your captor, but all of your efforts are thwarted in the end and he isn’t as forgiving as he says he is.

Come Back | r,d

Just when you found someone who understood you, who knew and felt your pain, he found you.

Taste* | r,d

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!König x fem!reader

He's an old and rich man wanting to spoil and pamper his sweet baby.

Doctor's Appointment* | r

Pairing: Gynecologist!König x innocent!reader

You've been having a few issues and you're just so fortunate that Dr. König's a generous man.

I Know Best* | r,d

Pairing: stepbro!könig x stepsister!reader

Your brother knows best, he always does. So why don't you forget about that boy and listen to him.

Eldritch* | f What if… Brahms König? | d What if... Brahms König? Pt2 | d, r What if… Brahms König? Pt3 | d,r Hunt* | d Mocha | f,r,d No Escape | r,d,y God* | r,y,d Young | f,r Sharing* | r,d pervy!stepbro!könig* | r,d sleazy husband!könig* | r,d Mine* | r [male!reader] Sacrifice* | r,d [Angel!König] Smile* | r,d [kidnapper!König] Dark!Cfb!König* | d,r Too Strong* | r [König/Soap]

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Masterlist 🌟

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Formula 1 🏎️

Charles Leclerc

Silence ⭐️

What happens in Vegas ⭐️

Jackie and Wilson

Speechless

Lando Norris

White hearts ⭐️

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Monaco Green⭐️

Please Please Please ⭐

Daniel Ricciardo

Austin Orange ⭐️

Logan Sargeant

Switch Up

Girl Back Home

The Alchemy

Baby Blue

big reputation pt2 pt3 ⭐️

So High School ⭐️

Always

Back in Japan

Gold Medal Baby ⭐

Bed Chem ⭐

The Truth in Pretending ⭐️

Lewis Hamilton

Silence 💫⭐️

Try Again pt.2💫⭐️

Snowman

Distracted ⭐️

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Max Verstappen

What happens in Vegas ⭐️💫

Proper Scouser ⭐

Guilty as sin?

Birthday Blues

Milk and Sugar

Carlos Sainz

Heart Eyes ⭐️

Oscar Piastri

Speak for yourself

Lost in Japan

George Russell

Water⭐

Football ⚽️

Jude Bellingham

All the boys pt.2 ⭐️

Camera Man and Mystery Girl ⭐

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Coming soon…

Mason Mount

Coming soon…

Kylian Mbappe

Baby baby ⭐️

Here We Go ⭐

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PervyDbf!Gojo pt 2

PervyDbf!Gojo x fem!reader

reader is Geto's daughter

Pt 1 PT3 do enjoy sluts

tw: fingering ;) just pervypervgojo

PervyDbf!Gojo who is fighting every living cell in his body not to act on his temptations, but it is awfully fucking hard when you prance around in your tiny lounge shorts set around your home. Sinful skin on full show when you bend over to pick something up. Or the way you paw at your sleeves as you lazily lean over the counter to steal some of his sweets. He should grab you and show you how fucking much of an oblivious tease you’re being

PervyDbf!Gojo who goes absolutely feral for the size difference between him and yourself. Even seeing other large men tower over you does something to his sick brain. All blood happily and hurriedly rushing down south. The fact you have to look up at him through your fluttery eyelashes everytime you speak to him anyone makes his skin hot and his mind blank. You would get anything you want when you look up at him like that. He’s not ashamed of it at all.

PervyDbf!Gojo who hates sharing your attention. Even a hint of jealousy lingers in his body when you pay no one any mind but your father. It’s gross- he’s your dad of course your a daddys girl. But Gojo can’t help it, the way his nostrils flare when he thinks you’ve spent enough time clinging to your dad than you have with himself- sends him into a mood that he has to check himself on. Forcing a smile with his pearly whites when you finally turn to look at him and usher him over to you. Finally- you’re giving him attention

PervyDbf!Gojo who insists on standing directly behind you on a train ‘f’safety reasons’ ignoring your furrowed brow and lets his large hands hold onto the pole to stay steady. His front bumping into you at nearly every given movement. The crowded train conceals his perverse movements when he subtly ruts his dick into your back. Rock solid by the time you both arrive to your destination with nothing but breathy sighs and a dust of pink on his cheeks to show he was being anything but innocent.

PervyDbf!Gojo who will do everything in his power to NOT dip his fingers under the waistband of your panties under the god damn soft blanket covering You, Nanami, and himself. You’re happily wedged between the two men, leaning towards Nanami as one of your legs is hiked up on Gojos thigh giving him space to happily rest his hand on your inner thigh. Fingers dangerously close to your core, only a thrust of your hips and he would feel the softness of your pussy. He was doing so well

PervyDbf!Gojo who internally screams with glee when your body jolts at a jump scare- thanking anyone and everyone who was watching over him when his fingers ‘accidentally’ poke and prod at your damp panties because of your own movements. It’s your fault really.

PervyDbf!Gojo who smirks to himself at your wide eyes as you clutch onto Nanami, the man unaware of whats goijg on under the blanket. Gojo ignores your looks to slowly test the waters by rubbing the stiff nub under your panties. You feel like screaming with the heat rushing up your neck and cheeks. Face nudging into Nanamis shoulder to hide away from the current pleasure you’re recieving from your dads oldest and bestest friend.

PervyDbf!Gojo who makes eye contact with your dad as he plunges two long thick fingers in your heat. Your dad not even noticing the secretive movement of his bestfriends hand too focussed on whispering some inside joke only Gojo would get. The pair of them laughing and snickering to each other all the while you’re getting fingered under a blanket as your smushed by two of your fathers friends

PervyDbf!Gojo who makes you cum on his fingers- Nanami noticing that familiar shudder of pleasure coming from your body. Only to give Saturo Gojo a death stare once he finally catches on to whats happened. Not Gojo relishing in the jealousy that’s coming off of Kento Nanami. Not that the blonde would admit it.

PervyDbf!Gojo who keeps his hand over your wet cunt during the rest of the movie. Ignoring your attempts to shift his hand away from you. Instead gripping you as a warning to stay still- to which you silently do

PervyDbf!Gojo who debates ruining his life for you- he would. He would lose it all for you. All you had to do was say the words

PervyDbf!Gojo who moans your name when he fucks other women. When he fucks his fists. When he humps the bed. It’s your name leaving past his shaky lips

PervyDbf!Gojo who is jealous of Nanami. The pair of them always in some sort of cockoff whenever you’re in their vicinity. It’s like you trigger the primal and feral need in them as soon as you give one of them more attention than the other. Everyone notices it- even your father at times

PervyDbf!Gojo who is showered in attention and gifts and affection and pleas from other women only for it all to fall on deaf ears as his eyes are only ever focussed on one little miss. His arm being clutched by some desperate woman who’s trying hard- very hard to inpress him with god knows what. Except he doesn’t care, he may entertain it, may indulge with a little flirting or a cheeky kiss. But at the end of the day it’s you he wants. It’s you who’s taking a cute family photo with your parents all dressed up in the outfit and shoes he had bought you. It’s you kissing Nanami’s cheek that he wants. It’s you draping yourself over a ‘pretend to be’ irritated Sukuna that he wants. Its you the boys nearer your age like Megumi and Yuuji fawn over that he wants. It’s you - the forbidden fruit that Saturo Gojo so desperately wants but can’t have.

Thanks for readinggg

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⋆ lee heeseung

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digi-cam - @cherryrikis

20st century girl (completed) - @hoonvrs

smau, jay x fem!reader, fluff

⋆ sim jaeyun

hate that… (ongoing) - @leaderwon

smau, non idol!jake, fem!reader, fluff, heavy angst, enemies to lovers

super shy (coming soon) - @okwonyo

smau, jake x fem!reader, fluff, slight angst, strangers to lovers

3:34pm - @sainns

brothers bsf!jake x gn!reader

double life (ongoing) - @jjangwonie

smau, non idol!jake x fem!reader, angst, fluff

sins of the manor - @all4yoi

gardener!jake x lady!reader, angst??, fluff

⋆ park sunghoon

not on my watch - @florwons

brothers bsf!sunghoon x fem!reader, fluff, friends to lovers (?)

emergency contact - @hoonatic

non idol!sunghoon x implied fem!reader, angst, fluff, exes to lovers (?)

better than your ex! (ongoing) - @boyfhee

smau, ex!sunghoon x fem!reader, fluff, exes to lovers

ms. & mr. president - @jlheon

sunghoon x fem!reader, fluff, frenemies to lovers

ways to get a guy (ongoing) - @silquids

smau, sunghoon x fem!reader, slight angst, strangers to lovers

secret soft boy revealed - @elysianeclipxe

bf!sunghoon x gn!reader, fluff

spoiled rotten - @boyfhee

rich boy!bf!sunghoon x fem!reader, fluff

the 24-hour dating challenge - @jaeyunverse

bsf!sunghoon x fem!reader, fluff, best friends to lovers

cafeteria confessions - @reinahwanggg

bsf!sunghoon x gn!reader, fluff, best friends to lovers

jealousy, jealousy (completed) - @nikihoon

smau, sunghoon x fem!reader, fluff, angst, friends to lovers, fake dating to lovers

⋆ kim sunoo

the start (ongoing) - @sunoostripletriple

smau, idol!sunoo x delulu!fem!reader, fluff, slight angst

⋆ yang jungwon

the cars outside (coming soon) - @weoris

written series, childhood bsf!jungwon x fem!reader, player!jungwon x classmate!fem!reader, fluff, angst, friends to strangers/ enemies to lovers

one and only - @cherryrikis

idol!bf!jungwon x pikachu mascot!fem!reader, fluff

perfect pretend (ongoing) - @liorae

smau, influencer!jungwon x fem!reader, fluff, possible angst, strangers to lovers

in my memory - @drunkhee

fiancé!jungwon x afab!reader, heavy angst

falling for my mc! - @mygnolia

idol!jungwon x radio/podcast host!fem!reader, childhood friends to lovers

[its all on me] - @onlygarden

idol!bf!jungwon, fem!reader, angst

night in the stars - @liorae

bsf!jungwon x fem!reader, fluff

hopelessly devoted to you (ongoing) - @hannicorpse

smau, frat member!jungwon x fem!reader, fluff

mr. yang, is that you? (completed) - @ynsvnte

smau, crush!jungwon x fem!reader, fluff, angst, classmates to friends to lovers

head in the clouds - @jaywonjuice

bf!jungwon x fem!reader, fluff

reaction to him calling you noona - @jaywonjuice

bf!jungwon x older!fem!reader, fluff

formula of love (completed) - @amakumos

smau, idol!jungwon x fem!reader, fluff, classmates to lovers

all clear! (completed) - @amakumos

smau, badminton team captain!jungwon x badminton team captain fem!reader, fluff, mild angst, lovers pretending to be enemies

⋆ nishimura riki

(with love,) - @cherryrikis

swim instructor!riki x fem!reader, fluff, slight angst, enemies to??

10 months love - @cherryrikis

idol!bf!riki x non idol!fem!reader, fluff

we cant be friends (ongoing) - @nshmuras

smau, childhood friend!riki x fem!reader, fluff, angst, childhood friends to enemies to lovers

love you twice (ongoing) - @jennaissantes

smau, enemy!riki c fem!reader, fluff, angst, enemies to lovers

thats your boyfriend? (ongoing) - @jlheon

smau, idol!bf!riki x fem!reader, fluff

hit tweet! (ongoing) - @jebi-won

smau, ex!riki x fem!reader, fluff, exes to lovers

hurt - @florwons

rival!riki x fem!reader, fluff, enemies to lovers

𐙚 pt 2

one less lonely girl (ongoing) - @cherryrikis

smau, idol!riki x idol!fem!reader, fluff, mild angst

its not my fault you didnt tell them - @im-yn-suckers

idol!bf!riki x idol!gf!reader, fluff

𐙚 pt 2

panic and pain - @whatsa-bi-as

bf!riki x gn!reader, slight angst, fluff

lollipop - @tarosunshine

roomate!riki x fem!reader

not what she seems! - @zhounauts

riki x fem!reader

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ tomorrow x together

⋆ choi yeonjun

⋆ choi soobin

⋆ choi beomgyu

press play (completed) - @enluv

smau, streamer!beomgyu x streamer!fem!reader, angst, fluff, enemies to lovers

papercuts - @hotteoki

beomgyu x gn!reader

forever only you - @mazeinthemoon

bf!beomgyu x fem!reader, fluff

⋆ kang taehyun

⋆ huening kai

[yourmomxx]

Father of Mine

father of mine masterlist

summary: All Dean Winchester ever wanted was to protect the people he loved. Sometimes, in order to do that, he had to make hard decisions, Lisa and Ben were the prime example. Years after making another one of those hard decisions, he has to come back to the place where he had left a piece of his heart - only to be constantly reminded of what he had to sacrifice in order to keep his family safe.

warnings: canon violence, child abandonment, swear words, angst, daddy issues, character death, throwing up, this is written like an episode of Supernatural

word count: 8,2k

a/n: I’ve been writing this story for … a year now? I think? And I’ve gotta admit, I am so happy that it is finally out. Everything that I write means incredibly much to me, but this story just holds such a special place in my heart and I am very happy to share it now with you guys. I do hope you like it, and, as always, reblogs are very much appreciated because that way the story gets spread to more people! Now, enjoy!

flashbacks are written in italics

pt1 pt2 pt3

Cleveland, Ohio 2002

The bar was crowded with people.

Gruffed men wearing leather jackets and intoxicated women in crop-tops were all sprawled out around an alcohol booth in the middle.

In another corner, currently bathed in purple and orange spotlight, a guy with an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt and a bucket-hat was giving a lousy cover of ‘God save the Queen’ by Sex Pistols.

♫ ♪ “Don't be told what you want. Don't be told what you need. There's no future, no future, no future for you!” ♫ ♪

On one of the way too small bar chairs, sipping a burning mix of whiskey and ginger ale, was sitting Dean Winchester, and he was pissed.

Pissed at his stupid father, who was acting like Dean was a 15-year-old with no common sense whatsoever, pissed at the goddamn ghost that had found an incredible pleasure in almost ripping his fingers off his hands, and pissed at stupid Sam for just getting up one day and leaving him - didn’t matter if that had been months ago.

And with every drink that Dean downed, he started feeling more like “Dad can kiss my ass” instead of “Dad has been doing this much longer than you and just knows better”. Meaning, he should probably slow down.

But whatever.

His Dad could kiss his ass.

♫ ♪ “Oh when there's no future, how can there be sin? We're the flowers in the dustbin!” ♫ ♪

“Why, hello,” he suddenly heard a sweet voice next to him say.

Dean turned his head and was met face to face with friendly, glimmering eyes.

Those, just as the voice that had spoken to him, belonged to a young woman who seemed to have just appeared next to him.

He moved his gaze up and down her body.

Apart from her eyes, she had smooth skin, that was covered with glowing sweatpearls, most likely because of the stuffy air around them.

Or maybe, just like Dean, she had had a couple drinks too many.

A few, fine strands of her shoulder-length hair were tousled, likely from combing her hands through it.

He licked his lips. “Well, hello you. With whom do I have the pleasure?”

He was laying on thick and he knew that, but it’s not like he could care about it.

“Gloria. Richards.” She was speaking in a soft, honey voice, and Dean urged himself to focus on her face, and not the way her neck and chest were lightly gleaming from the thin layer of sweat covering them.

“What’s yours?”

Dean Winchester.

But no, that wasn’t his name. Not today at least. If he could just remember what was. And the drinks didn’t exactly make thinking easier.

“Dean Hansley.”

Gloria smiled again.

What a nice smile she had.

"Dean Hansley." She tasted the words, let them burn on her tongue. "That's a nice name."

And then she sat down at the stool next to him, without waiting for him to invite her, and she started talking.

And he talked back with her.

And time went by, and she kept finishing and ordering drinks, that Dean all offered to pay, and she never refused.

By now, the guy in the Hawaiian shirt had been thrown off the karaoke stage, after heavily throwing up into one of the other guest's handbags, halfway through a tedious ballad about life, and love, and its misery.

The only source of music was coming from the colorful jukebox next to the pool board.

A couple drunk-off-their-asses idiots, trying to play billiards, were loudly roaring along to AC/DC’s ‘You shook me all night long’.

♫ ♪ “She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean, she was the best damn woman that I ever seen!” ♫ ♪

Gloria was still sitting next to him, although a bit closer, and she was sipping at her third drink he had bought her tonight.

And damn, that girl had high tolerance.

Dean thought she was amazing.

“That thing with your family sucks, really.” She scrunched up her nose in slight discomfort.

Dean let out a humorless laugh and took a sip of the whiskey he was still stuck with. “Yeah, tell me about it.”

Yes, he had told her about his - family issues. But so what?

It felt nice having someone listening to him for a change. Someone who wasn’t his family, didn’t even know them, and wouldn’t try to disregard his frustration by telling him to ‘put himself in his father’s shoes for once’.

Gloria finished her drink and used the palm of her hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead.

Dean tried his best to not think too much about her knee touching his, her being so close him.

“The air in here is terrible,” she said, heavily emphasizing the last word.

Dean’s attention was turned to her again. He knew she had said something before that, but he hadn’t been able to catch it, too lost in his own mind.

He kind of felt bad for not listening to her.

Dean threw a look around.

“Yeah, it’s getting pretty hot in here,” he agreed, feeling pearls of sweat rolling off the little hairs on his neck.

Gloria looked directly into his eyes, then up his body, down his body, before settling on his eyes again.

She bit the inside of her cheek. Then her lip.

“I mean,” she slowly spoke, “we could continue this conversation somewhere else if you want. Where there’s not so many people and the air doesn’t taste like salt.”

♫ ♪ “You really took me and you shook me all night long! Ooh, you shook me all night long!” ♫ ♪

Hell yeah.

A boyish grin started forming on his face.

“An offer like that - how could I say no?”

༺ ｡ ° ୨❀୧ ° ｡ ༻

Now

“Read it again for me.”

Dean was staring straight ahead onto the road, his gaze hard and jaw clenched.

Sam sighed and opened the newspaper again, for what had to be the seventh time now since they had first found it.

They were both sitting in the Impala, Castiel in the backseat. The angel could have just flipped his wings and flown to the destination they were headed, but he had insisted to take the drive with them, claiming he had “nothing better to do anyway”.

“St. George, Louisiana,” Sam started to read.

“In the night of Wednesday to Thursday, a young man was found dead in his room in Saint George’s Children’s Home. The 17-year-old Roy Kendall hadn’t come out of his room the first half of the day, and when a woman of the working personnel - whose name has been withheld - came to check on him, she discovered his mutilated body draped out on the bed. According to the police, the young man’s rib cage had been compressed with such force that his ribs were broken and had managed to pierce through the young man’s internal organs, which resulted in him slowly bleeding out internally. Authorities are still in the dark about the exact details of the tragedy and the questions of “Why” and, particularly, “How” something like this could even be possible. The head of the Children’s Care Institution …, blah blah blah.”

Sam purposefully drifted off and ended his reading session therefore. He folded the newspaper back together and stuffed it into the Impala’s globe compartment.

“And that’s it, I am not reading this again. Next thing you know, I’m going to dream about squished organs and ribcages.”

He shuddered.

“I just don’t get it, man,” Dean said, ignoring his brother’s complaints, but he didn’t seem to address anyone in particular.

“I mean, I checked everything, Sammy. No demonic omens, no strategic killings, no recent disappearances. That place was all white picket fences and summer barbecues when we- ”

He was quick to cut himself off.

Sam threw his brother a side glance, but decided to not address his slip-up.

“Well, Dean, sometimes monsters just … turn up, you know.” This time Sam turned his head to get a proper look at his older brother.

“Maybe it’s just passing through, or simply moved there from somewhere else. They aren’t exactly tied to a specific place.”

Dean ran his hand over his face and through his hair in distress. “Out of all places, why there?” He muttered in a low tone.

And again, he was more talking to himself than anyone else.

“I don’t understand.” Cas was suddenly talking from the back seat. “What is in this Children’s Home that is of so much importance to you both?”

Dean was quick to answer a “Nothing,” but Castiel didn’t quite believe him.

Sam turned in his seat to face the angel.

“We were working a case near there a while back,” he simply explained.

Cas frowned, still not quite convinced, but he decided to let the topic rest. For now, at least.

“I understand,” he said. “Then it would probably be of benefit for you to stick with your past aliases. Just in case anyone there should recognize you.”

“Yeah. Maybe,” Dean vaguely answered, but he seemed trapped deep in his own thoughts.

༺ ｡ ° ୨❀୧ ° ｡ ༻

Black Hawk, Colorado 2002

“To listen to this voicemail, call-”

A dial tone sounded. The message was a few months old.

“Hey, Dean, it’s uh … it’s Gloria. You know, Gloria Richards, from a few nights ago?” A humorless chuckle was heard on the other end of the line.

“Though, guys like you don’t usually remember their casual one-night hookups. So I’ll cut straight to the chase.” One heavy inhale.

“I’m pregnant. And I know the chances of you wanting anything to do with me are zero to negative six, but I just wanted to-”

“To delete this voicemail, press 2.”

A tone.

“Voicemail deleted.”

“To listen to this voicema-”

The woman on the other end sounded more outraged this time, even though occasional cracks or hiccups in her voice gave away that she had been heavily crying moments before. Maybe still was.

“Hello Dean, it’s me again. You know, I didn’t expect you to jump up high at the news, but ignoring me?” She scoffed. “That’s a different type of low.”

She sniffled. “I’m just calling to tell you I’ve decided to keep the baby. So you can still change your mind, if you-”

“To delete this voicemail, press-” “Voicemail deleted.”

“To listen to th-”

“Hello, Dean. It’s Gloria. Again.”

This time, she seemed calmer, which could be reasoned with the tiredness her voice was radiating.

“I suppose I’m still kind of hoping that you will call me back. Or even pick up.” She sighed.

“I wanted to tell you that she’s perfectly healthy and growing. That’s right. She. Our baby is going to be a-”

“To delete this-” ”Voicemail deleted.”

John Winchester stared at the small phone in his hand and pressed a button.

“You have no more voicemails.”

That moment, Dean came bursting into the motel room, looking around the empty shelves and patting up and down his jacket- and jeans-pockets.

“Hey Dad, do you know where my phone is? I heard it ringing,” Dean asked.

“Yes, just some spam-callers,” John neatly lied. “I took care of it, but I’m gonna put it out of service, just in case.”

Dean looked at him and for a moment, John thought his son would grow suspicious, but he just nodded. “Alright. Thanks, Dad.”

John nodded and Dean left the room with his bag in hand. When he was certain Dean wouldn’t come back, John took the phone apart and crashed the SIM Card on the nightstand with the lamp.

Then he put the pieces in the bin, took his duffel bag and followed his son to the car.

༺ ｡ ° ୨❀୧ ° ｡ ༻

Now

The St. George’s Children’s Home was somewhat of a small castle, kept in a renaissance style.

Around a large courtyard, archways connected four round-towers, which were slightly higher than the rest of the castle. The walls were painted a pale yellow.

Trees grew in the gardens around the castle, flowers in planted beds, and as far as Dean could remember, there was a hedge maze behind the walls, not visible from the gateway.

They had parked the Impala in one of the parking spaces next to the tall, elegant terrain fence.

Sam and Dean were wearing black suits and their fake badges, Castiel - as always - stuck with the trench coat.

Dean was eyeing the building suspiciously.

In fact, he had been doing so for the last three minutes, in which they had all sat in the Impala in complete silence.

Sam threw a quick, concerned glance at his brother before clearing his throat.

“You really wanna do this?”, he asked quietly.

“No,” Dean answered and opened the car door, “But it’s not like we have a choice, right?”

Sam sighed and did the same, not before exchanging a quick, apprehensive look with Castiel, who still didn’t quite know what was going on.

The castle’s inside was considerably more modern than its outside.

With brightly-colored walls and furniture, and minimalistic decorations all over.

It seemed cozy.

They were headed for the office of the youth center’s director, Maria Whitlock. Dean remembered exactly where that was. Down the hall, left. Past a few closed bedroom doors. Last door at the end of the corridor.

Dean cleared his throat and knocked on the door, Sam right behind him. Castiel had left before they had entered the castle, claiming to look for a suitable Motel nearby, and telling them to contact him if they needed his help.

There was a beat of silence before they heard a woman’s voice reply “Yes?” and entered the office.

Maria Whitlock was an elderly woman, with dark red hair that she kept in a low bun. She was around a head smaller than Dean, and wearing a grey blouse combined with a wine red jacket and a black pencil skirt.

When she heard them enter the room, she looked up from a few papers she was filing, and her face immediately fell.

“Hello, Maria.” Sam greeted her.

“Dean and Sam Winchester,” she breathed out, startled.

“I never thought I would see you two again.”

Dean felt a sting in his chest.

“Yeah, well,” Sam said and tried a clumsy smile. A heavy silence followed, and Dean shifted uncomfortably.

Maria frowned. “Not to seem impolite, but what are the two of you doing here?” She asked.

Sam cleared his throat awkwardly.

“We, uhm, we heard about Roy and we thought that, maybe, we should just check if everything was alright and, of course, speak our condolences. You know, for old time’s sake.”

She nodded and closed the pen. “Yes, right. Roy. I completely forgot that they put that in the paper.”

A look of dark grief fell over her face and her gaze drifted into nothingness. She suddenly looked much older than she was.

Dean cleared his throat. “I gave you my number, Maria,” he spoke. “If you would’ve called, we could’ve been here sooner.”

She blinked rapidly, pulling herself out of her thoughts and looked at him for a second before she replied.

“I know, I know, but to be honest - it slipped my mind, in between all of this … chaos and tragedy.”

While she was talking, she got up from her chair and walked around the table, getting a clearer view at Sam and Dean.

“Of course,” Sam hastily said. “No worries. We are very sorry for your loss.”

She gave him a sad smile. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

Dean was glad that it had been Sam who had spoken up. He wasn’t very good at that sort of things. Nor did he aspire to be.

“You said you were here because of Roy’s …. passing,” Maria continued, and the brothers nodded.

“But that would mean that this was some sort of - unnatural incident.”

Sam swallowed hard.

“Well,” he started, trying to find the right words that would not trigger a breakdown for the woman, “we saw the article in the newspaper and thought that we would just have a look at it. The circumstances of Roy’s passing aren’t exactly common for a person his age, after all.”

Or for any person, really.

She nodded lazily. “Yes. I suppose you are right.”

Dean could swear that another minute of awkward silence between them would probably kill him, so he took it upon himself to prevent it before it started.

“I get that this is hard, Maria,” he said, “But if we could maybe ask you some questions? Maybe speak to the person that found him?”

She sniffled.

Oh dear God.

“Yes, yes, of course.” Her voice was a bit higher than before, and her hands grabbed for a handkerchief lying on the table.

“Uhm, the woman who found him was one of my responsible supervisors, Betty Langston. She should be present in the building today, but the last time I spoke to her, she was still pretty shaken up. I mean, who can blame her? I can’t even imagine what it must have been like, seeing that poor boy lying on his bed, just- ”

She broke off and a sob escaped her lips, before she buried her face in the kerchief.

“I’m sorry,” she cried, “I’m sorry, it’s just - he was such a kind boy. He had his whole life ahead of him. And the way that he had to go…”

She raised her head and shook it, eyes reddened and filled with tears.

“I wouldn’t wish that upon anyone.”

“We understand, Maria,” Sam spoke in a comforting, low voice.

And Dean added, “And I promise we will find whatever did this and make sure this happens to no one ever again.”

She forced herself to a smile.

“Thank you, boys. May the angels be with you.”

Dean forbid himself a snort.

“Thank you for your time, Maria. We will let you know when we know more,” Sam said and left the office.

He wouldn’t risk making her cry again by bothering her with questions about her dead fosterling.

Dean smiled at Maria and turned to follow his brother, but she stopped him.

“Dean.”

He turned to face her.

“You do know that it won’t be possible for you to investigate here, without … encountering a certain someone.”

Dean straightened his shoulders.

“Yes, I know.”

“Have you thought about it? What you will say to her?”

“Gotta admit, I haven’t.”

She hummed and nodded. Dean noticed that she had resumed her usual upright position, and if he hadn’t just witnessed it, he probably would not know that she had been crying.

“I should warn you,” she said gently, “It probably won’t be easy.”

“I honestly didn’t expect it to be.”

She smiled a gentle smile at him and he returned it, before finally leaving the room and joining his brother in the hallway.

༺ ｡ ° ୨❀୧ ° ｡ ༻

Lewiston, Michigan 2004

The first time he had read it, John Winchester had been drunk. He had spared a quick glance at it after coming home from a bar, before throwing himself onto the motel bed and passing out.

The second time he had read it, he had been sober, but suffering from a skull-splitting headache.

The third time he read it, it was simply to make sure his hungover mind wasn’t making any of this up. But no, the words on the newspaper stayed the same, grinning up at him with a sickening smirk that made his stomach turn.

In the small corner of the left page, where the lesser important news were usually placed, throned the bold-printed, black words:

24-year-old woman dies in tragic car accident, leaves 1-year-old daughter behind

No. God, no.

He read it again. Read the headline, read the article, the name that had been shortened but to him unmistakable: Gloria R.

R. Just like Richards. Gloria Richards.

There was a picture placed right next to the text, held in color, of a young woman that was clearly putting on a smile for the camera.

John slammed the newspaper on the round table.

“Damn it!” He yelled.

And in that moment, John was grateful that Dean had offered to go on a coffee run.

—

He was ‘going on a quick hunt’. That’s what he told Dean.

He was ‘going on a quick hunt and if anyone needed anything, they should contact Dean’. That’s what he told Bobby. And everyone that reached his voicemail.

Cleveland, Ohio. That’s where he was going. He had some business to attend to.

—

Central Nebraska

To say that Ellen Harvelle wasn’t delighted about John Winchester showing up inside the Roadhouse would be quite an understatement.

She was furious.

John paid attention to enter the wooden cabin carefully. He didn’t expect Ellen to be pleased by his sudden presence, especially considering their last encounter with each other.

It was a random Wednesday afternoon, and there wasn’t anyone seated in the Roadhouse, except for Ellen herself, who was busy cleaning the bar with a half-wet kitchen towel.

The brunette woman looked up for a quick second, as a form of formality, before she dedicated her attention back onto the dirty surface.

“I’ll be with you in a secon-” Then she realized. Stopped. Did a double take.

“Winchester.” The word was dripping from her lips with loathing.

“Hello, Ellen,” he started, but she cut him off.

“What do you want?” Her question was blunt and her tone cold and unwelcoming.

John cleared his throat and stepped from one foot to the other. He had to sell his story good, if Ellen wouldn’t get on board with his proposition, he had nobody else to go to.

“Look, Ellen. I get that you’re mad- ”

“Mad?” She let out a short, sour laugh.

“Mad doesn’t even begin to describe what I am feeling towards you, Winchester. Try hatred. Pure disgust.” She scoffed again.

“You must have a death wish, because I couldn’t think of any other possible reason why you would drag your dumbass out here again. ”

John swallowed hard. She was right. Who was he to just show up here again? After what happened?

But there was no turning back now, he had to go through with this.

“You’re right.” He spoke in a low tone to try and seem less intimidating and also attempt to soothe her temper towards him.

“I am sorry about what happened, Ellen. If I could go back and do it any different, then I would.”

A lie. She knew that. He knew that she knew that. Still - she didn’t interrupt, just kept glaring at him, so he decided to continue.

“But unfortunately, I can’t. And I know you have every right and reason to hate me now.”

Agreeing and empathizing with her.

“But there is something extremely important that I need to ask of you.”

Again, he didn’t have much time to talk, before Ellen raised her voice.

“You damned son of a bitch!”, she yelled, tossing the kitchen towel onto the counter with such force, the leftover water splashed around.

“You ain’t got no right walking in here, after what you pulled, and ask a goddamned favor of me!”

Her voice was loud in the silence of the Roadhouse and John lifted his hands up in defense.

“Ellen, please! Listen to me!”, he pleaded. Ellen wasn’t yelling at him anymore, but her jaw was still clenched and her entire body tense.

“I wouldn’t be here if I had any other options. Like you said, I must have a Deathwish to show up here. And I understand that. But you are the only person that I can trust with this. You can toss me out all you want after. You can yell, and scream, and punch me, and shoot at me. Just please, hear me out first. ”

There was silence, where John just stood there, his hands still raised in the air in front of him, and Ellen grinding her teeth as she thought about what to do now.

Because by God, did she hate him. And a part of her wanted to take a rifle and first shoot a bullet into his feet and then his di-

But on the other hand, she could not recall a time that John Winchester had ever gotten himself into a position to beg.

No, he was too proud for that. So whatever he wanted must be goddamn important for him, really.

“Tell me what you need, Winchester,” Ellen said eventually, “And let me decide afterwards.”

Her body language didn’t show one sign of hospitality still, but John interpreted her words as somewhat of a good sign.

Hopefully.

༺ ｡ ° ୨❀୧ ° ｡ ༻

Now

After their talk with Maria, Sam and Dean settled on questioning Betty Langston.

In the middle of the wall in the entrance hall, a big frame with the pictures, names and duties of the working staff was hung up.

Above the name ‘Betty Langston’ was a picture of a friendly looking woman in her mid-twenties, with a pointed nose and blonde strands of hair framing her face.

Underneath, the duties “Social Worker” and “Deputy Manager” were listed.

When they knocked on the door which was labeled “staff”, a young man opened and told them that Betty Langston was currently positioned on the second floor.

Dean wanted to take the elevator, but Sam dragged him up the stairs.

“It will be faster,” he guaranteed, and Dean just rolled his eyes with a groan.

The hallways on the second floor were surprisingly wide, with doors placed across each other in a zig zag pattern.

Here and there were a few paintings on the walls, old and new, and green neon signs pointing toward the emergency exit.

They met Betty after they turned around the first corner. She stood in front of a pinboard and was currently hanging up new posters.

Her hair was different from the picture, slightly longer now ending halfway down her back, and copper colored with only a few blonde highlights.

The brothers made their way over to her and flashed their fake FBI-badges when she let off her work and shifted her attention to them.

“Hello, my name is David Shields, my partner’s name is Jarvis Stark,” introduced Dean. “Are you Betty Langston?”

The young woman gaped at them, slightly caught off guard. “Uhm yes, that’s me,” she eventually got out and lowered her arms. “What can I do for you?”

Dean caught a glimpse of the writing on the poster. It was a few phone numbers, and in dark blue, a text above read: ‘DON’T HESITATE TO ASK FOR HELP!’

“We’re here to ask you about Roy Kendall,” Sam carefully approached, “We understand that you are the one who found him.”

Dean couldn’t help but notice how Betty Langston’s eyes shifted to the floor and she nervously trailed her fingers up and down the paper in her hand.

“Um yes, I … I found him.” Her voice got small and she swallowed hard.

“But what does the FBI want with that? I thought it was a wild animal.”

“Given the unusual occurrence of Roy’s death, we thought it necessary to at least have a look at this case and find out what we can,” Sam said.

“That doesn’t have to mean anything, though,” Dean quickly tried to soothe her when he noticed the tears springing in the woman’s eyes. “Exactly,” Sam hastily agreed. “Only a few questions, just in case.”

Betty nodded and blinked away her tears. “Okay,” she quietly said. Sam reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out his notebook and a pen.

“Did Roy mention something … I don’t know, unusual before he died?” Sam asked, clicking the pen and bringing his notepad in position. The young woman hesitated.

“Well, not that I know of,” she eventually said, “But, you see, kids at that age … they don’t talk to us adults much anymore. If you want to know something about Roy, you better ask his friends.”

Dean furrowed his eyebrows. “His friends?” He repeated. She nodded. “Mhm.”

“And, uh - who are his friends, if I may ask?” Sam tuned in again. Betty thought for a second and then clicked her tongue. “Well, there’s Cassandra, Cassandra Claire,” she said and started counting the listed names on her fingers. “And, uhm, Finnegan Beckett.” Sam repeated the children’s names under his breath as he quickly wrote them down.

“And Y/N Winchester,” Betty finished.

Sam abruptly stopped writing at the ‘n’ and looked up. He felt Dean visibly tense and shift next to him.

The younger brother just put on a smile and folded the small notepad back into the inner pocket of his jacket. But not before completely writing out the last name on the list.

“Thank you so much, Miss Langston, you helped us a lot. We will let you know if there are any more questions. And, our condolences,” he added.

She shyly smiled back at him and slowly continued gathering thumbtacks to hang up her posters, and the brothers left.

Sam waited until they were out of hearing range, then turned to Dean. “So…that was something,” he carefully started.

“What do you mean?”

Sam threw him a look. “You know what I mean. The witness list. Roy’s friends. That last name…”

Dean sighed heavily. Sam waited for him to say something. And when he didn’t, Sam just shook his head but decided to not stress it any further.

“So, where to now?” He asked instead.

Dean took a look at his watch. “The morgue, I’d say. As far as I know they’re closing soon, and a dead body is not exactly the first thing I need to see in the morning, so-”

Sam nodded in agreement. “Yeah, alright. Sounds good.”

They made their way out of the castle.

“You want to take Castiel?” Sam questioned when he rounded the car.

“No,” Dean decided firmly and opened the driver’s door. “Remember what happened last time? Exactly. I don’t need Cas smelling some dead guy again.”

Sam grinned at the memory. With a creak, the Impala gave in to their weight as they sat down, and the gravel gnashed under her tires when they drove off.

༺ ｡ ° ୨❀୧ ° ｡ ༻

Central Nebraska 2006

Roughly, the dark minivan tuckered over the bumpy earth of the pathetic excuse of a road, and Dean’s insides flinched with every squeak the old car made.

When they finally came to a stop, he tossed the keys somewhere and maybe slammed the door with a bit more force than necessary. A lot more.

“This is humiliating,” he grumbled, as he took in the atrocious excuse of a vehicle they just stepped out of. He missed his Baby.

Sam ignored him, and stepped forward, towards the old wooden – house? Shack? – the mysterious phone number on their dad’s cell had led them to.

The huge letters ROADHOUSE flaunted above them, and Dean thought that these were probably made to light up when the sun disappeared.

The rest of the house looked abandoned, frankly, from the outside, and that, in combination with the four-month-old voicemail, made Dean not like his odds very much. The chances that this Ellen chick was still alive, knowing what his father had needed her for, were slim in his mind.

Or hell, maybe she just called from here, got the phone from some rando, and got on her merry way when she realized John wasn’t calling back. It’s probably what he would’ve done.

Safe to say, Dean didn’t like their odds. Even less so when they entered the eerie quiet of the bar, and spotted a man lying unconscious, probably dead, on the pool table.

Dean felt his shoulders stiffen. He didn’t like this one bit, and every second he spent here made the alarm in his head shrill even louder than before.

Dean only just turned to take a closer look at one of the shelves, when he felt something hard dig into his lower back, and heard an all too familiar clicking sound.

Dean closed his eyes. “Please tell me that is a gun.”

“No, I’m just very happy to see you,” came the fast answer from a very snarking - and female? - voice.

In one swift motion, Dean whirled around, grabbed the barrel, ripped it out of his attacker’s hand, and uncocked it. The bullet fell to the ground with an echoing clatter.

Dean almost smirked triumphantly at the blonde girl in front of him, when he felt a sudden, blinding pain in his face.

And if Dean had thought pulling up in a 30-year-old, barely functional van, of all things was humiliating, he didn’t calculate how it would feel to be absolutely sucker punched by a girl, not even as old as him.

Aside from the obvious nosebleed, his ego took a severe bruise.

“Sam! Little help here!” He called, hand still holding his hurting face.

The door swung open, and Sam walked out, hands raised to his head, a sheepish look on his face. “Sorry Dean,” he said, “I’m a little tied up right now.”

Dean’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline, as he watched another woman with dark brown hair follow his brother close behind, a revolver held to his head in fair warning.

He would be impressed, if his vision wasn’t swimming right now.

The older woman behind Sam furrowed her brows. “Wait, Sam? Dean?” She asked, exchanging looks with kick-ass Blondie in front of him. “Winchester?”

There was a beat, before the brothers pressed out a unison “Yeah?”

“Son of a bitch.”

“Mom, you know these guys?” Dean’s head hurt with how much he was swinging it around to keep up.

“Yeah, I think these are John Winchester’s boys.” And that made Dean perk up.

The woman let out a laugh as she lowered her weapon.

—

A few minutes later, Dean was served with an iced cloth for his nose, and he and Sam seated themselves on a few of the bystanding bar chairs.

The brunette woman, who had threatened Sam, turned out to be the mysterious Ellen, whose voicemail on their dad’s phone they followed here. Jo, her daughter, and also the kick-ass blonde that had held the rifle to Dean’s back, looked about as unknowing about the whole situation as the brothers did.

Turns out Ellen had contacted John about the demon he was hunting. Said she could help him with it. Why John had never mentioned her, or her daughter, she didn’t say. Told them to ask him themselves. Dean didn’t say anything to that.

“So why exactly do we need your help?”, Dean asked, repositioning the cloth on his face.

Ellen scoffed. “Hey, don’t do me any favors. If you don’t want my help, fine.” There was a snarking edge to her voice, and Dean started to realize why his father would associate with her.

“Don’t let the door smack your ass on the way out,” she continued. “But John wouldn’t have sent you, if–“

There it was.

Ellen stood straighter. A haunted look crossed her eyes. “He didn’t send you.” It wasn’t a question.

Dean looked away.

“He’s alright, isn’t he?” Dean hadn’t known Ellen Harvelle for very long, but even he could sense the way her voice wavered. And know that she was a smart enough woman to not truly believe what she was asking.

“No.” Sam cleared his throat, and the simple word echoed through the deafening silence. “No, he’s not. We think the demon did it. Got to him before he got to it.” The thankful feeling of not being the one to have to tell her what happened felt like a sin in Dean’s gut. Then again, what’s one more on his plate.

“I’m sorry,” Ellen said. It’s what everyone said.

“It’s alright. We’re good.”

Ellen didn’t believe him, he saw it in her eyes. But she didn’t bother him more about it, either.

“So, look, if you can help us,” Sam said, and Dean threw him a look that showed just how much he wanted to smack his little brother across the face, “we’d be real happy about all the help we can get.”

Ellen’s lips twisted. “We can’t help you.”

Is this lady for real-

“But he can.”

And then the dead man stood up from the pool table.

—

Ash was a tech freak, with a haircut like Billy Ray Cyrus and the mouth of a southern cowboy. Jo called him a genius. Dean didn’t know what to think of that.

Still, he had passed him their dad’s journal, told him to go nuts, and Ash had drooled over John Winchester’s handiwork like a child over a lollipop.

Ash had left with the journal and the promise of new information in the time of fifty-one hours.

Dean thought that was long enough time to take a drink.

Jo Harvelle was a pretty woman. When she wasn’t threatening him with a rifle or punching him in the face, that was. Her soft, blonde curls fell long over her shoulders, and those jeans did wonders to her curves.

Dean started conversing with her. While he had moved to one of the tables, Sam had stayed with Ellen at the bar. He found out that her father died, a long time ago. In the back of his mind, a mean voice cackled at the irony. He paid his sympathies.

Then, suddenly, one of the doors to the backrooms flew open, and a small whirlwind of colorful fabric and y/h/c hair came dashing into the room.

“Aunty Ellen, Aunty Ellen! Look what I made!”

Dean’s head whipped around at the sound of the high-pitched voice and he spotted a small girl, not older than five years probably, squeezing herself behind the bar table. When he noticed Ellen bowing her head, he figured that the little girl had probably reached her destined spot next to her.

Dean, though he would never admit it, was an easily curious person, so he followed Jo on her way to the bar and leaned slightly over the tablewood to catch a glimpse at the small intruder.

Little Lady was tugging at Ellen’s pantleg, and expectantly holding up a colored paper for her to look at.

“Look at what I drew, Auntie Ellen!” she repeated, in that same excited tone as before, when she had stormed into the room.

Dean watched as Ellen abandoned her washcloth somewhere behind her and crouched down to meet with the little girl eye-to-eye, as she inspected her drawing.

“That’s so amazing, baby, is that us?” The girl nodded, her pigtails wiggling up and down as she bopped her head enthusiastically.

“Yes, that is you, and that is Jo, and that is me. And look, I made my own fingerprint!” She dashed her finger into a spot on the paper, and then proudly held up the red-colored tip to shove it in Ellen’s face.

The woman had a wide, genuine smile on her face. “I can see that, baby, well done, it looks so nice!” She praised. “How about we hang it up there next to the menu?”

The girl nodded her head again, and let Ellen scoop her up gently. Only then, when Little Lady was at height with them, she seemed to notice the strangers standing in the room.

In the matter of a second, Dean saw her whole demeanor shift from bubbly and open, to a more closed off version, sinking further into Ellen’s embrace and clutching the fabrics of her shirt. Something about it made Dean’s heart sting.

“Auntie Ellen?” The girl tried to whisper, but Dean had learned soon that children were terrible whisperers, “Who is that?”

Ellen looked first to Sam, then Dean, and back at the little girl in her arms. “Those are friends of Jo and me, sweetheart. Their names are Sam-“ Dean’s little brother gave a wave and a smile when Ellen introduced him. “-and Dean.”

Dean grinned and carefully stretched his hand out. “Very nice to meet you, Little Lady. Who am I speaking to, may I ask?” He laid a formal accent on his voice, one that he knew had always made Sam laugh when he was a child. It was an olive branch, but something in him hoped she would grab it.

The small giggle that Little Lady let out made Dean’s heart bloom with a warmth he didn’t know he was able to feel.

“My name’s Y/N,” she said. With a pointed look at Dean’s still outstretched hand, Ellen murmured in her ear, “And what do we do when someone gives us their hand to shake?”

Y/N nuzzled her face into the crook of Ellen’s neck, and Dean almost drew his hand back again, when a small warmth settled into his palm and closed around it.

He smiled at the girl and shook her hand. As they both pulled back, Dean twisted his hand around and huffed. “Ouff, someone has got a firm grip! Your Auntie Ellen teach you that?” Y/N grinned proudly at him and nodded her head. Then she held up her hand and showed him four fingers. “I’m already this old!”

Dean gasped. “Really? Well, that is a great age, no wonder you are so strong!”

Y/N was beaming now.

She didn’t hide in Ellen’s neck again.

“So, what about that picture now?” Ellen bounced the girl on her hip once, and it seemed like she was snapped out of a trance. Determinedly, she pointed at a space next to a hung-up blackboard. Dean figured Ellen usually wrote her daily specials on that.

The woman made a few steps over where Y/N had led her and gestured toward an already hung drawing of blue water and grey – fish? – above it, that was already taped to the wall.

“But we already put a picture there. We would have to remove that one if you want your new drawing to hang here.” The girl shrugged, and already reached for a roll of clean tape on the shelf.

“That’s okay, I don’t like dolphins all that much anymore anyway,” she explained nonchalantly. “I will just put it in my drawing box.”

Dean watched as Ellen carefully picked the old drawing from the wall to make space for the new one. He was so caught up in the scenery, he almost didn’t notice how Sam was scooting closer to him.

“You know who she is?” Sam asked. Dean turned his attention to his brother.

“Well, her name’s Y/N,” Dean answered simply. Sam didn’t roll his eyes at him, but it was a close call.

Dean just shrugged. “Guess she isn’t Ellen’s. Otherwise, she wouldn’t call her Auntie.” He pitched the last word high, to mimic the child’s voice.

Sam furrowed his brows as they watched Ellen and the small girl.

“Makes you wonder,” he said, “What she’s doing here.”

Dean just hummed. He made brief eye contact with Y/N, as she stole a look in his direction, but she averted her eyes quickly, as if she had been caught.

Dean found himself slightly smiling.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Sam looking at him. His brother was grinning.

“You love that kid.” It was a statement.

Dean scoffed. “Oh, shut up, I don’t even know her. Also, I love kids, plural.” He added.

Sam nodded, that smile still on his lips. Dean ignored him.

“Come on, ask him. Don’t be shy.” Ellen and Y/N had finished putting up her drawing and were now standing closer to them again. Ellen was still carrying the girl on her hip and had bent down to whisper to her.

Y/N had buried her face in Ellen’s shirt again, clearly shy to say something.

“He ain’t gonna bite you,” Ellen said, nudging her. “Go on.”

Y/N lifted her head, and shyly looked at Dean. Her eyes were flickering all over him, but never exactly to his face.

“Doyouwantodrawwithme?” She spluttered. Dean’s eyebrows shot up.

“Don’t think he understood that. Try a bit slower. You can do this, come on,” Ellen encouraged her.

Y/N clutched her shirt.

“Do you want to draw with me?” She asked, head lowered and looking at her fingers. Her voice was quiet, but to Dean it felt as if she had shouted that sentence.

He felt warm inside. “Of course I want to.”

Y/N’s head shot up, and Dean Winchester had seen many beautiful things in his lifetime, but the gleaming eyes of that small child before him had to be at the top of the list. He never wanted to look at anything else.

Ellen set her down and pointed at a table in the corner of the room.

“Her colors and paper are already set up. Every day, before we officially open,” she explained with a look at Dean, and he nodded. While Sam got comfortable on one of the bar chairs, he made his way over to where Y/N had already set up her coloring tools and begun drawing on a piece of yellow paper.

Her tongue was sticking out of the corner of her mouth in concentration. Dean pulled out a chair and sat down next to her.

“What are you drawing?” He asked, stretching his neck to take a closer look. Y/N leaned back and showed him her creation. Lines of red and yellow. Maybe a tomato? An apple? He turned his head. From that perspective maybe?

“It’s Lighting McQueen!” Y/N told him triumphantly. “I saw cars with Jo.”

Dean nodded. So no apple. He also wasn’t going to point out the girl’s grammar. She was only four after all. And who was he to talk.

“How did you get that?” Y/N suddenly asked, and pointed her small finger at Dean’s forehead, right where a big scar stretched over his skin, consequences of the fatal car accident.

Dean tried his best not to wince. He didn’t need to expose his lingering trauma to this pure soul.

“I was … in an accident,” he said instead. “But I’m okay and it’s almost healed now.”

The girl nodded. Dean was almost astounded at how easy it was with her.

“Whenever I hurt myself, my Auntie Ellen takes me to the Doctor. Or Jo. Or Ash.” Her face scrunches up as she thinks hard. Dean thinks it’s adorable. He finds himself smiling again.

“They always give me colorful plasters! I always get the dinos.” She leans in closer to him when she says the last bit, almost like it’s a secret she only wants him to hear. Dean’s heart warms at the thought, and he doesn’t even know why.

“Really? I’m jealous. I think dinosaurs are amazing.” He used the same hushed tone she had before. Y/N’s eyes widened. “You don’t get dino plasters?” She asked. If Dean hadn’t known better, he would’ve said she was outraged at his confession.

He shook his head. “Nope,” he said, “only boring beige ones.”

Y/N’s eyes widened even more, and her mouth fell open. Then, her lips curved into a beaming smile. “I can give you some of mine! Jo bought me so many the last time she went shopping!”

Before he could even give it a thought, Dean felt her small hand take his, and he was yanked from his seat. Geez, how did a four-year-old kid have so much strength?

His enthusiasm was short-lived, as Sam shouted from the other side of the room.

“Dean, Ellen got us a case!” His little brother was waving around a beige folder, a few newspaper pages hanging out at the sides.

He looked at his brother, then at the girl still clinging her small hand around his fingers.

“Does that mean you have to leave?” Dean’s heart clenched at the quiet, disappointed voice. He crouched down and looked Y/N in the eye.

“Yes,” he said, honestly. “ I have to go to work.”

She tilted her head. “To save people?” She asked. Dean nodded. He didn’t know how she knew, but maybe Ellen told her.

“Yes, exactly. But I will be back soon, and then you can show me your plasters, alright?”

Y/N seemed to think about it, and then nodded her head. Her pigtails were still wiggling up and down. “You promise?” She asked.

Dean nodded. “In fact,” he said, shifted his weight, and held out his pinky finger in front of her. “I pinky promise.”

Y/N grinned up at him. Dean grinned back. She linked her small finger with his.

“Can’t break a pinky promise,” Dean said as he stood up.

She shook her head violently. “Never!”

Dean laughed and waved her Goodbye.

“Let’s go,” he said to Sam as he passed him, and grabbed his jacket.

“Bye, Ellen, Jo.” Sam lowered his voice seriously. “Y/N.”

“Bye, Sam! Bye, Dean!” Y/N waved her hand after them.

“Good luck,” Ellen said. Then they closed the door behind them. The light of the sun was a heavy contrast to the dusky air inside the Roadhouse, and Dean’s eyes needed a while to adjust to the change.

He made his way over to the abomination car, Sam close next to him. His brother bumped his shoulder.

“Plural, huh?” Sam asked, smirking.

And if Dean sped the van up a bit faster, just to give his little brother a good scare now and then, well, that was between him and the Lord above.

[askdeoxys]

The Death of Deoxys PT3/10

[intro] [pt1+rules] [pt2]

Deo watched helplessly from the ground-- restrained by Dioxys' psychic energy. His fingers scrapped against the floorboards hard enough for the wood to snap and tear. Why did they come here?! Deo just couldn't understand it, for he thought they knew better. He thought they would make it easy. He thought they would just let it happen.

Why.. do they keep coming here..? Deo's senses buzzed like static in his mind. There was another. A familiar psychic type teleported before him..

Dioxys tilted his head at Chai as she squirmed in his grasp. It was so.. unsightly.

"The truth is that he lies in a home every night that is not his. He dreams of another that is not his. He doesn't dream of you. Your friend, Deo..- He stays in a universe far from his because he ran away just like how he would have ran away from you, and he stays far away because everyone we knew together is dead. The best part? Everyone we knew is dead because of him and exclusively him."

"The truth is that we had a job to do, and he turned his back on all of us. Don't you undestand? Deo's sins are not something that can be washed away with a few jokes and games. He needs a comeuppance."

Dioxys, of course, sensed the newest intruder, but he figured that he could actually turn this into a beneficial lesson for Deo before his death. He could show Deo just how many people he drags down with him.

"Deo and I were supposed to save everyone. We were supposed to do that together."

"Instead, our entire planet is dead, and your friend, Deo, left me behind empty walls."

Deo's body surged with Quill's psychic energy. It was just enough to set the first lock in his Psychic Well open.

He had to snap out of this.

"Thank you, fr-," Deo stammered. With a gentle squeeze of Quill's hand, he signified the Gothitelle to help him to his feet, but he was in a haze.. Deo struggled-- only managing to get onto his knees. "Quill, you have to go," he mumbled, but it was too late.

Dioxys took notice. He had released Chai in favor of glaring towards Quill and Deo.

The psychic energy that bubbled at Dioxys' fingertip was smothering.

With a bead of energy released, an adage spoken, "Rites begin when the sun descends."

The explosion from the psychic bead started small with only the destruction of the western flank, but just as quickly as the energy released, it sank back into itself. A reverberation- a second explosion erupted large enough to blow the entire home away.

Smoke and ash fluttered under the touch of moonlight as Dioxys stood in the middle of his work. He watched as bits of wood and stone flew down from the night sky like rain, and he paid careful attention to the life signatures around him.

"Still alive?" Dioxys called into the night-- a rhetorical question. He knew that at the very last second.., Deo managed to shield his acquaintances from any lethal wounds.

With a sigh, Dioxys began to make his way towards Deo's buried body in the rubble.

"You never learn, do you?"

Chai [ @askpokereverie ]

Quill [ @psychicduo ]

The First Clue: The main condition to win the event is something that is in-character but can only be done out-of-character..

[wordsmithic]

Romantic words for your lover

6 Romantic Greek Words for Nature and Affection

Words for the soul and the self

Forms of love (accurate!)

"Beloved"

Mediterranean Language Vibe Check

Charon means "happy" and Acheron is just a loud river

Words for the Mind

To visit (wholesome)

Galaxy

Words with "Book"

Greeting / Be happy!

Expressions with "Time"

Unreasonable Horse

Sin/Missing the mark

Funny Villager/Savage

Cold-blooded

Our "no" means "yes"!

Parthenopipa o.o

Company

A thousand kisses

Getting out of a spell

Club

10 Visceral Greek words

Romantic Greek words (nature and love)

10 + 1 Greek words for the Heavens

Powerful Greek words (pt1)

Powerful Greek words (pt2)

Sweet Daily life Greek words

10 + 1 Greek words for the Divine

Greek words for Magic – Part 1

Greek words for Magic – Part 2 - upcoming

Greek words for the Spiritual World - part 1 - upcoming

Greek words for the Spiritual World - part 2 - upcoming

Interesting Greek words (pt1) - upcoming

Interesting Greek words (pt2) - upcoming

Interesting Greek words (pt3) - upcoming

Interesting Greek words (pt4) - upcoming

Interesting Greek words (pt5) - upcoming

[jjkeremika]

AoT Fic / Oneshot Master List

~~welcome to jjkeremika~~

hi! i’m mako. welcome to my obsession. i write fics/headcanons/oneshots/imagines/drabbles/whatevertheyarecalled/ihonestlydontknow; mostly smutty/nsfw heheh.

currently i write about: eren x mikasa; AoT x reader; eren x reader; reiner x reader; levi x reader; armin x reader; but im open to others (mostly fem!reader, some gender neutral)

please click the underlined for the link to the work (tumblr; ao3); master list updated periodically; all fics created on this master list are written by jjkeremika (me); all of my works are connected under the tag jjkeremika; interactions with and/or thoughts on works are appreciated <3

assume smut/nsfw/mdni themes unless noted otherwise with *

hope you enjoy!

p.s… (per requests….worth asking, also worth noting i prefer and try to stick to character personalities and reasonable headcanons; if i can’t picture them saying/doing it i might not explore it…. fluffy/smutty accepted… not a “dead dove dne” friendly space…)

Eremika:

fucking in a sauna (It is hot (with you; love you))

mikasa gets sick (Stay pt1, pt2)*

Moments (Express Divine Devotion)*

mikasa sneaks out (Moonlight)

eren has a vision (Just like i dreamt it)

eren eats mikasa out (Tasty)

eren and mikasa secretly meet (secret)

eren calls jean while fucking mikasa (Big Time)

eren overhears mikasa (loud in my life and in my dreams)

mikasa tutors eren (my tutor pt1; pt2)

eren’s mikasa’s professor (drop my class so i can pick you up pt1; pt2)

another eren professor pt1 (thanks for coming professor pt1)*; pt2 (to be posted soon)

eren’s scout commander, mikasa’s a new recruit pt1 (think i need someone older)*; pt2 (posted soon)

mikasa shows eren how she had sex with jean (just show me)

eren’s a spy/assassin and mikasa’s his target’s daughter (to my poison: my god you’re intoxicating)*

like an actual eremika fanfic (when lightning strikes the heart (pts 00-02)) (* thus far)

roadtrip (pt1; pt2)

mikasa’s mother is sick (lavender)*

eren’s a baker

Formula One au (Ferrari driver! Eren; Ferrari Mechanic! Mikasa)

reverend’s daughter mikasa (in sin, we delight)

AoT x reader:

Rough intimacy (Eren, Mikasa, Hange, Levi, Reiner, Jean)

Soft intimacy (Connie, Erwin, Bertoldt, Armin, Zeke)

Favorite places (Eren, Armin, Jean, Reiner, Erwin, Levi, Bertoldt, Connie, Zeke)

Date nights (Here to Forever; Eren, Armin, Jean, Reiner, Erwin, Zeke, Porco, Historia)

Hit on you in class (Eren, Jean, Reiner, Armin, Porco, Levi, Connie, Erwin) *

Another rough intimacy (Reiner, Jean, Eren, Erwin, Levi)

Favorite positions (Eren, Reiner, Levi, Porco, Erwin)

crushes on you (Reiner, Eren, Levi, Porco, Jean)*

walk in on you touching yourself (Eren, Jean, Armin, Levi, Erwin, Colt)

fluffy moments (Eren, Reiner, Levi, Erwin)*

confess love for you (Eren, Reiner, Porco, Zeke, Armin, Bertoldt, Levi, Erwin)(mostly * except eren)

vices (eren, levi, reiner, armin, zeke, jean)

pervy pussy eaters (eren, levi, reiner, armin)

asking you on a valentines date*

what they don’t know (eren, erwin, levi, connie)

excited and exhausted (erwin, sasha, armin, hange, levi)

Eren x reader:

Games

dangerous missions*

ha(u)nted soldier*

Betting Games (pt2)

Reiner x reader:

Shower together

Levi x reader:

peanut butter kisses

goofy (pt1; pt2; pt3; pt4)

Armin x reader:

campgrounds and fairs (tbp)

love gambler (tbp)

It came to me one day:

eren and armin talking in a bar (701)

[thewisaaaaad]

THE BEGINNINGS OF THE MASTERPOST FOR

SINS OF THE GODS

mostly so i can more easily find the info i need, so i can be a bit consistent

Condensed idea

imaginary friend

THE GOOBER

torture (tw: suicidal implications)

Kallamars reasoning

"fun" fact

The crowns proof

Sealing and Sin

less than a servant

The vessel of the vessel

Invasive procedure

Hecket receives forgiveness

Motivations

Accursed Torments

naming a dream

What is as it should be, what ever was, what always will be.

A display of power

ones horny, ones thorny

Friend in the shadows

A lack of regret, a need for atonement LESHY INTERLUDE

Everything goes wrong, pt1. pt2. pt3.

He's green now/Eternal Servant Bruford

Yellow cat interlude

The Cream Crown

A dry land of death

Sins of the gods (FIRST CHAPTER)

The tower, upright. (SECOND CHAPTER)

the one who sits

Hekets love

A lack of regret, a need for attonement REWRITTEN

The Sins... And Pride

Goat of steel

Ref text

The Beige Crowns Armory

officially tagged the referenced posts as "sins of the gods au" :)

Other tags that i use:

#narinders locker

a piratical cotl au!

#anemoia au

A creepy jester circus themed au, currently has one post.

#i really don't know what i'm doing

My personal tag, contains all my mad ramblings.

holy cow i added so much

Thanks to @rshtg7776 for the name

Not part of the AU's but I'm still proud of:

I am Not Myself a one-shot narilamb fic involving amnesia. :)

ALSO QUESTIONS ARE FREE AND WANTED. please ask me abt my blorbos im beggin.

My oc ref: here

[infortuniios]

mis headcanons de eltingville pt3

jerry y agnes se gustaban mutuamente pero al ser tan inmaduros y tímidos respecto a sus sentimientos nunca fueron algo más que amigos.

agnes le dejo de hablar a jerry porque pensó que podía llegar a ser igual de nefasto que sus amigos, y considero en retomar contacto cuando ya se separara de ellos. sin embargo, ella se mudó antes de la disolución del club.

siguiendo el hecho de que el cómic y el piloto son universos alternos: en el piloto jane es la hermanastra de bill (hija del novio de su mama)

el papá de bill está en prisión por cargos de maltrato (tanto a su esposa, hijos y a animales).

cuando era niño, pete acompañaba a sus papás a las misas católicas y llegó a obsesionarse con el libro de apocalipsis

uno de los hermanos de pete es narcotraficante

jane dickey se dedica al tarot y las cobra excesivamente caras porque según ella siempre acierta (no)

josh tuvo hámsters pero nunca les prestaba atención (spoiler: murieron a los pocos días)

[gio-goose]

whats the general plot of the conclave au?

That's the funny thing- there is no plot!

The plot is just a few scenes and that's it 💀💀 but anywaysss

Basically:

- Sin gets handed over to Sol like in canon

- Uh Oh! Sin gets kidnapped by some guy

- turns out that guy was on Conclave payroll

- bada-bing bada-boom Sin gets manipulated and lied to by the Conclave to hate his father even more and make him think that Sol abandoned him (yayyy giving him big abandonment issues, which they take advantage of)

- Sol searches for Sin for like two weeks before being like "well fuck, now I gotta tell them"

- Sol tells Ky and Dizzy. It doesn't go well. Ky gets super pissed and tells him to get the fuck out and find him

- Meanwhile Conclave raise him to be their weapon and insure that he is able to fuse with Justice by doing some silly genetic modifications (yay! This will definitely work now!!)

- Oh? Ky meeting with Sol Badguy and doing various other activities that the Conclave don't approve of? Haha well that's so funny anyways- tell him they got Sin! And threaten him! Now he definitely cannot try anything funny if he cares about his son :D (i have a comic about that little thing here <- )

- idk what to do for Overture yet so ummmm anyways moving on. I'll maybe think about it

- Vastedge doesn‘t have much either but urmmm he meets Sol! After he murdles Baldias... Which makes Sin (who is now named Atlas (he really is just my OC now)) angry bc he thinks of the Conclave as his family in a fucked up way and they fight. Atlas' mask gets knocked off during the battle and Sol sees, his face and is now like "aw fuck, how do I tell Ky that his son is their evil loyal lap dog now???"

- Sol beats him, but Atlas runs away before he could snatch him up.

- Sol tells Ky about what "Atlas" is up to. Ky is devastated over what his son has become. Much sad (adds to the Ky guilt yayyy!!)

- Atlas reports to them about Baldias' death :(

- Baldias' death makes Atlas more determined and steel his resolve about his role. He is gonna make them all pay when the day comes (wahoo sooo awesone!!)

- ohh yeah XRD time

- El and Ram join the fray. Atlas attempts to befriends them(yayy finally friends!!!) , bc despite him being under the control of the Conclave he is still super kind and silly. El and him become fast friends, but she has to go out and live her double life. Much sad

- befriending Ram isn't as easy obv. But he still tries. Does it work? 🤷 Idk. (it kinda does)

- Anyways they scheme together for their big plan (each team still plans to backstab each other just like in canon. Very sad for Atlas bc he doesn't like that but he is still gonna do it to fulfill his role and make the Conclave happy)

- XRD sign story plays out as usual ig. Except for a few changes. Ky getting snippets about Atlas from characters who may have met him

- Anyways Justice time >:)

- The raid on Illyria castle happens. Everything plays out as usual.

- Ky gets shot by Axus. He gets back up to kill Axus

- Gets interrupted by none other than Atlas :]

- Oh yea Father Son fighting time (I have like a comic about the whole thing about before the fight here (pt1) <- here (pt2) <- here (pt3) <-)

- Ky gets beat by Atlas because he is unable to fight his son.

- Atlas is about to kill Ky, but hesitates and gets called by the Conclave to haul his ass over there to Justice, so he drops Ky and runs away (def not using this opportunity to spare Ky haha he definitely doesn't still care about his real family at all hahaha)

- Ky overheard some snippets of their conversation on the magic phone thing and tries to run after them, but he's too injured and instead calls Paradigm to stop their plan to overload Justice, because uh oh!!! they are actually gonna fuse Sin (Atlas) to Justice and not Chronus!!! And he can't let them Kill Sin.

- Sol is not happy with this and tries to convince Ky to let them kill him bc Sin is too far gone. So they gotta kill him before shit hits the fan

- Dizzy hears this and is unable to fire her Gamma Ray bc that's her baby boy!!!! She can't kill him!!!!

- Fusion is successful! YIPPEEEEE (not yippeeee...)

- Sol and a reawakened Justice duke it out before Sin loses control of it and Justice kinda shuts down.

- MISSION ABORT. MISSION ABORT. CALL HIM BACK, GUYS. WE GOTTA FIX THIS.

- /tp @ Justice-Atlas the fuck outta there

- Obligatory Ky cage mentione because of oomf

- to be continued...

There's more after this but uhh I still gotta work on it. And a lot of other stuff tbh GSUDBHF but yeah that's like the basic gist of it