#same with like. girlie/babygirl whatever

[thescarlettdetective]

Hm

[fanvoidkeith]

sooooo i may have. spent my day binge watching dungeon meshi and here are my Opinions, having never read the manga ever (very MINOR ANIME SPOILERS ahead! nothing too in-depth but, y'know, for laughs):

laios is my autistic blorbo son boy and i love him and i want him to be happy. go find your sister, dude, but also eat monsters for fun and research reasons. this is the one context where i would say "eat monsters" like... ever

laios is also 1,000 percent a freak for wanting to eat monsters and study them the way he does. absolutely insane man. stop trying to be a martyr, you dumbass, and also stop poisoning yourself. both of these opinions coexist at the same time and i don't know how to feel about it because feelings (and social cues) are difficult

marcille is a lady who is so so SO smart and cool, but has absolutely ZERO street smarts. (babygirl you are JUST like me, except for the whole "being a woman" thing.) she's a "gifted" kid who now has burnout and needs to feel useful or else she feels like a failure constantly kinda girlie. she doesn't want to be abandoned. relatable. i'm concerned at how much i relate to her. stop being so relatable, dammit!!

chilchuck is INCREDIBLY emotionally constipated. lmao. he also has chronic young-forever face, which means he probably gets mistaken for a twelve-to-sixteen-year-old constantly, which... same, dude, same. i've heard (from the manga readers) that he's divorced with several children, but i don't know if that's true. i hope it is. i really want that to be where part of his issues come from. i want more angsty moments with his character. he'll be my new emotional punching bag when i finish all those other unrelated one-shots i'm planning on writing :)

senshi is a sweet man who just wants to feed and protect his new friends. i think food and acts of service are his love languages. he has a really fuckin' strong pot and knife for some reason lmao

i love falin. she's kind of a freak too, but she knows social cues better than her brother from what i can tell. sure hope nothing bad happens to her- oh gods. well, i sure hope nothing ELSE bad happens to her- OH GODS OH FUCK-

uhhhh. i like that the kobolds in this anime are dog-people. i love dogs. dogs are cool. very cute. 12/10 decision honestly

this anime made me so hungry but i still forgot to eat for most of today. rip. the food in dungeon meshi looks goddamn delicious though, so it's fine

sometimes these characters act just like a D&D party would. like. damn. this is just like that ONE TIME in dungeons and dragons when our party did [X action] and then [Y consequences] happened-

oh my goddddddssss there's ECOSYSTEMS IN THE DUNGEONS??? DUDE I LOVE THAT. CRAZY CONCEPT. FUCKING LOVE THAT. ADVENTURERS AND MONSTERS AND CREATURES (and senshi, who is his own category) ARE PART OF AN ECOSYSTEM. I'M CLIMBING UP THE WALLS AND GOING INSANE RN

oooohhhh shit politics. oh shit background politics that our main characters ignored. no wonder they focused on this other party lol

OH SHIT OTHER CHARACTERS FROM THEIR BACKSTORIES RRRRRAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH

oh yeah i guess this is about whoever gets the big treasure at the bottom of the dungeon or whatever if they defeat the Big Bad or something? okay dude. it's only relevant to me when it's relevant to my New Blorbos honestly. but i WILL jot that down though :eyes emoji:

look. i am NOT calling it "delicious in dungeon". i KNOW that's the creator's intended english translation, but personally i think that title sucks. so DUNGEON MESHI it is, for me personally

PLEASE give me the second season right now i need MORE. i'm slurping up this show like soup and i'm fucking HOMGRY!!!

okay that's it that you for comjng to my ted talk

[thinking-destiel-thoughts]

So I could go after a bunch of stuff that irks me in How I Met Your Mother but I wanted to post about some of the major things that bother me and see if I’m crazy or if others resonate the same.

First and most frustrating to me: STELLA. nearly everything about this irked me.

The thing with inviting Robin to the wedding…like, yeah, absolutely valid that you don’t want your future husband’s ex to be there. But why didn’t you say that when making the initial plans? Especially when you know she’s one of his 4 friends. Did you really expect him to not invite her??

The thing with inviting Tony…yes, absolutely I get not wanting him there. But Ted has no legal guardianship over Lucy. What exactly was Ted supposed to do? Take a little girl from her father against his will? That’s kidnapping. He has no legal right to take Lucy away from Tony.

Moving into an apartment in New York with Tony after making a massive point about how ridiculous it would be for her to do something like that with Ted. Like…girly…the man wouldn’t move to New Jersey for his OWN child? Ted was like “you know what, you’re right” but Tony was like “nah give up the house” and that was fine??

Going to Ted to ask him to get Tony back for her…my sister in Christ, what the fuck. What exactly did Tony expect Ted to say about the woman who LEFT HIM AT THE ALTER? Did he expect Ted to still be obsessed with her? And WHY does Stella even want Tony back if the man is willing to break up their family for a SECOND TIME bc a man who Stella hurt is not obsessed with her and thinks she’s selfish? Clearly he wanted the out. Why chase him? AND the fact that she literally only apologizes bc she needs help from him…ugh. That is messed up imo

The movies REALLY irk me. Ted is the man who YOU left at the alter and the man who GOT TONY BACK FOR YOU, but you let this man make him the villain for his movie? You not only divulge private shit that went on between you and Ted, but you also don’t stop him from putting it in a fricking movie?? I get Tony having his warped image of things, fine, but Stella really just let that all go down like that?? She just told Tony every single detail and everything she ever learned about Ted and he put it in a movie. WHY

Ted and Victoria, the second time they get together:

One of my biggest issues with this is that for some reason Ted is the one people blame for the wedding not happening??? As if 1) Victoria wasn’t a whole adult who chose to not tell Ted it was her wedding day before agreeing to meet up with him and bringing a car for them to run away together 2) Victoria’s husband-to-be ALSO ran away from the wedding. He literally also left!!

Even if Ted had brought Victoria back, there wouldn’t have been a wedding. Victoria’s dad blaming Ted and expecting him to pay is so crazy to me.

Another issue I have is with her being pissy that Ted wants her ex-fiancé out of his apartment. It’s not like the dude was normal and super chill. He had an aggressive pet that kept birthing babies and biting AND he didn’t respect boundaries. Like if the dude was just chilling and a normal roommate, I’d get it. But I don’t feel like it was unreasonable for Ted to not want him there — he agreed to let the ex stay with him and had no knowledge of the ferrets or whatever pets the guy had when he suggested it.

My last issue with Victoria is that when Ted is like “if you wanted a bigger commitment, you’d tell me, right?” and she’s like “yeah, I’d be direct.” and then continues to be passive aggressive. The man literally told her “I need you to be direct” and she wouldn’t. All of that on top of her thing about getting back together with him on her wedding day meant he shouldn’t be shocked she wants to get married…babygirl…you didn’t want to get married. You literally ran away at the first opportunity when Ted asked if you wanted to catch up

Ted and The Mother: My main issue with them is that SO quick after being ready to MOVE TO CHICAGO bc he loves Robin, he’s just all good to stay for her? Like suddenly the Robin thing is a non-issue??? Like…bruh??? That just doesn’t track for me at all.

I also take issue with him returning to Robin in the finale and the kids encouraging it. Like idk about yall but wouldn’t it be weird for your dad to admit to saying he was so in love with his best friend’s wife that he was moving but the next day fell for your mom? I feel like I’d be kinda like “okay so was mom a stand in for Robin??? is that what the point of this story was???”

Ted and Barney (Robin and the bro code): I’m pretty sure going after your best friend’s ex-wife is a violation of the bro code if going after your ex-girlfriend is. Like this is the one woman your best friend ever REALLY loved…

Plus…was it not a whole issue of Ted being unable to sleep with a woman because he thought Barney was with her first? But banging the woman Barney was married to and consistently slept with is fine?

There’s definitely more that irks me but these are the main things…anyway. for anyone who made it this far, thanks for reading my rant lol

[artoriarts]

Ok I don’t want to go make art and I don’t want to go find something good to scrounge up and post so I will instead spout assorted madcom headcanons. these are far from the last you will see from me.

- sanmos 4 lyfe (big sloppy heart emoji) they are both like playfully flirty in diff ways with other people but also so so monogamous at the same time they love eachother sooo much have the healthiest relationship known to man. ignore all the killings.

- 2bhank with the same energy as medic tf2 x heavy tf2. but like also 2b is catboy herder for hank. he holds the laser pointer in the relationship. hank isn’t like full creature I’m still the kind of girlie to place him solidly as kind of the stoic and dysfunctional sociopath but he’s got some of those beasty tendencies in him. the two have such strong attachment to each other but they both have such difficulty expressing it. hank doesn’t know how human well and 2b simply isn’t a soft person even when he wants to be. but they work with what they have. deimos and sanford are so invested in their relationship they chitchat about it constantly. in the most supportive way they want it to go well they just talk about the two being cute and try to help when they hit rocky points. the power couple is so stable they can take on other couple’s drama.

- I don’t know what the ship name is for tricky and hank but there’s like a tiny bit of that too. tricky is hank’s crazy ex but they were never in an actual relationship clown has just been desperate for the dick day one and has not let up for a single second. especially after the halo fiasco literally everyone hates them but they stay silly

- whitehank exists because of something along the lines of hank’s genome getting copied to aahw database when he went in the magnifier and using that agency got the bright idea that if they can’t beat hank. they can make their own. I don’t know actually how she should fit into everything but I like the idea it feels appropriately silly for madcom. the only thing I’m really decided on is that she eventually switches sides and 2b, carrying the entire trans community of nevada on his old man spine, hooks her up on titty skittles and him and hank informally adopt her because cold sad clone babygirl needs parents. she’s like all of hank’s feral swagger if you made it sopping wet and also like garage band punk. I can’t decide if she’s musclegirl as I’ve drawn her before or make her skinny legend I need to lock down the vibes. One important design thing that i know is coming however is that since she’s a copy of mag hank specifically, while hank gets demagnified in my little post canon design shit, she does not, so she is de facto tallest out of the. what do you even call the gang. just the gang? agency for hank wimbleton? the motley crew. the dnd party. nevada’s most wanted. that one actually works we’ll go with that

- funny thing I’ve considered for sheriff is that after whatever happens in project nexus dude just. pisses off somewhere. half hooks up with jeb to make a neutral party for people who just want to fuckin live. while jeb’s on the offensive side of that trying to actively stop the madness sherrif is the defensive side just making settlements for normal people to live they lives. something along those lines. it’s quaint. him and whitehank get together maybe. little guy woos the giant cryptid lady with his southern charm.

- the auditor is workplace sexual harassment personified. simultaneously in the fanfic suave way and the restraining order kind. they talk like stephan weyte. they think they’re soo cool and when someone doesn’t think they are when they want them to they run away and cry.

- I wish I could come up with something for jeb to like round out the primary cast but like honestly he’s the one I spin around in my head the least. I like his motive of make shit normal but maybe he’s just like too clear cut. he’s already got a full character there’s nothing for me to add.

thank you for coming to my ted talk

[choshasan]

Fem nicknames I liked to be called as a ✨️ trans dude ✨️ cuz it's not always all just testosterone and alpha males ✨️✨️

Sweetheart / Sweetie

Honey

Babygirl / bbg

Girlie

Girliepop

Doll / Babydoll

Darling

Pretty / Prettyboy

Princess / little princess /Pretty little princess

See, I, personally, don't nessesarily view nicknames as gender-assigned in general,

And most of them time, I tend to use fem nicknames towards masc people and masc nicknames towards fem people..

Like. My girl bestfriends? They're mah homies. They mah dudes. They mah mens. They mah bros. They mah dude-bros. They're my massive-c*cked-alphas!

My guy friends? They're my ✨️Honey, Darling, Sweetie-pie, babydoll, pretty.✨️

And my X-gendered friends? Generally, lov/love/luv, honey, bean/baby bean, baby, my love, darling, baby-person, dear, darling, just.. either the sweetest thing ever ot just.. odd gender-neutral-ed usually gendered nicknames (ahem, baby-person, ahem)

I'm someone who personally mostly feels gender dysphoria when I see/feel my body, or appear more fem with my clothing/hair, and when I hear my deadname,

I don't so much feel dysphoric being missgendered just sorta feel spite for a second and then I'm just like, whatever, it's a word, they didn't mean to. (I've rarely been missgendered on purpose though so, that probably plays into that), but I also do just really.. don't give a fuck in life.. like... I don't have time to dwell on others, so... yeah.. ✨️

I also wear a lot of makeup, of many different styles.. I generally will go more grunge-ish and recently I've been doing a lot of Isabel Larosa inspired makeups cuz I love the way she does her eyes, but I've also been doing a lot of very pink and fem looks, I just really like it, it's cute, it makes me feel like a cute little princess ✨️ and well, I don't believe the way a person look defines their gender, I don't look at fem people and think "woman" and masc people and think "man", I'm much more looking at everyone with the same spite of "why are you existing at the same time as me???" And once in a while, I see a person and go "ohhh pretty ✨️" and go on about my day...

I do also really love drags & cross-dressers and really look up to people like Jiluka's Sena & Boogie and (ex)Malice Mizere's Mana-sama and also Lovesick's Hayate ✨️

I just love people, espetially men who embrace femininity ✨️ they're so pretty ✨️

I also cannot make this post without saying that I love Femboys & Traps ✨️ and Twinks while we're at it ✨️ just.. pretty. ✨️

I.. yeah... I like feminine men a lot... ✨️

I'm gay as fuck y'all.✨️

[mcl38]

I feel the exact same way when I see people use “girly pop” or “babygirl” or the 💅 emoji when what the really are insinuating is f*g. I see it wayyyy to often on other social media sites. Especially about Lando. Yes sometimes it’s meant lovingly, or endearingly, but more often then not it’s used in a mean way.

and even if its used lovingly it most likely carries an undertone of condescension. idk i had a very illuminating conversation two days ago w these two very straight guys id watched quali with, who said they didn't realise the limp wrist meme / the word 'zesty' / babygirl and girlypop were derogatory gay stereotypes, they thought it was 'how girls talk' or imitating women rather than imitating feminine gay men. and i find it soooo funny that when cultural artefacts that are meant to b subversive in the gay community spill over into straight culture, the cishets rly do just turn it back into good ol' gender stereotypes. thats why lando's whole astrology bit for HIM is a casually misogynistic imitation of astrology girls (complete with the pitched up voice), but to tiktok it ended up reading as 'fruity' or 'zesty' or whatever other stupid fucking euphemistic adjective they use to skirt imaginary censors that don't actually exist.

and its funny bc lando is actually so straight-man-ish from his obsession w the world's most boring rich boy sport to his bragging abt sexual exploits on stream to the bluntness / refusal to couch his words & soften the blow in interviews that in women generally doesn't survive past teenhood. but bc hes generally slender and baby-faced (even with that atrocious chandler-bing-in-alternate-reality-episodes goatee) ppl will still code him as feminine on social media / tiktok / fanart / fics especially. idk as someone who like among other things has drawn lando as a girl or in dresses i also personally have a bit of a complicated relationship with the idea of a feminine lando, but it definitely isnt helped by the thoughtlessness with which people in fandom spaces, and also on the internet in general, and also in real life treat these new incognito homophobia cultural trends

[wally-franks]

hiii hi im here with my liddol hcs for u... looks up at u with my big sad wet eyes. this is my silly little au ,,, i love urs tho n would love to hear the angst bcos. theres so much angst i left out too fjrjfhie

ok so WALLY- little guy but absolutely not stupid. like he knows whats going on BUT hes just. a little silly sometimes. low braincells but can piece stuff together and is careful. carries a knife with him. does not want to get into trouble (excluding pranks ofc. loves them) uh. 147cm, transmasc, and pan. his hat is very important. i actually just finished making his hat but thats a different thing fhjrjf

talks a LOT and has a gossip group with norman n susie. but its all in good fun. n u know thomas is him boyfriend. they pretend to be Mortal Enemies but at home they r so so soft... they must put up a front at work because they are scared of how they'll look in front of other ppl. if only they knew that probably like 2 ppl total in jds were cishet fbjrj,, he has that audhd and his silly little catchphrase is everything ok.

thomas- too tall bites him. i mean. ahem. 183cm and bisexual. very closed off from people but will not hesitate to confront people. very touchy about the machine cos its his "best creation" or whatever. ok stupid college boy but go off ig. (i love him sm)

basically just there to get work done. he acts smart, looks smart, but hes "stupid"... not in the way of logically stupid, he is just very silly sometimes. also he smokes. i mean have u HEARD his voice (affectionate) he has 5 older brothers n his family is very sweet i think. gnaws on the thomas plush part twenty million

and finally SAMMY- very very stressed so he yells a lot BUT he does a softer side in private. he just needs to front as mean and irritating with everyone to keep his image up :(( grr squishes him very hard. transmasc and gay bc. he just is. does not like joey but then again in my au nobody really does but thats ok<3 back to sammy the babygirl. he is 168cm and his "partner" is jack... but we all know... the silly... also probably helped johnny learn the organ/piano. because it needs to happen

if u want 2 know more or have any questions my dms are open >:3c sorry for th ramble!!! fjrjeh

Hii!!  I'm so sorry this took so long to get toooooo. I had to inhale this text for a bit and let it sog into my brain xD I always need a bit to take in muchhhhooss information (nothing bad btw just me being me hehe)

AND YEAHHH.. I should maybe talk more about angst. But at the same time I'm like. Naurrrr... Naurrrr... I really live by "there's always so much negativity and sadness in this world, no need to add more to it" SO I ALWAYS HESITATE SHARING ANGST AND SAD THINGS!! CUZ I'M LIKE!!  WHY BE SAD IF I CAN HAVE FUN STUFF WITH STUFF THAT MAKES ME HAPPY </3 + most of it is just killing and torture anyway and euhm. Those tend to trigger ehm negative stuffs in me anyway :') Mostly just hallucinations and shit thoughts but!! You know, when there's a good time to share some of that stuff, I will!! :3 or maybe I share more about my toon Alice. She's a bit more tame about with that stuff. Anyhow. This is about YOU and not me. Soooo I'll go now through your stuff >:)

Wally being like that is true, that really fits to him!! He's just a silly that takes his his time to piece stuff together and that is okay :3

And OMG, mine also carries a knife around :D I just think it makes so much sense for hi to do so.... He's encountered moving ink puddles before, might just aswell carry a knife til. I feel like it also makes more sense after we saw his hat and a knife at artists rests (+ the April fools video hehe). Also, him being transmasc and pan is so funny because my old version of wally used to be exactly that aswell!!  :D I changed that though, but again something very fitting for him. I loev your wally. He's so silly. AND SMALL!!!???  like damn OMG I didn't expect him to be that tiny. I could just launch him /lh

(Wally being a little gossip girly pop is so funny and real HAHAHA )

Thomas's and Wally,s relationship being like that is exactly how I envisioned it xD I love that for them so much.

And.. DAMN!! IM ALMOST AS TALL AS THOMAS BOY!! I thought yours would have been MUCH taller. Guess I was wrong. That's so interesting.

Also yeah... He definitely smokes. He smokes so damn much, probably several packs a day LMFOA. It's not to miss with a voice like that xD. You'd have to be insane to not think that.

Besides, BIG FAM FOR THOMAS ALSO MAKES A LOT OF SENSE!!

SAMMY BOY!!! SAMMY BOY!! I've been so keen on hearing about him!!!!! Wa'hh!!  We love publicly intimidating and soft at home Sammy I love that so so so so so much waghahahhhh!! And he's also way smaller than I thought,!! Another suprise here :D but nothing bad. Just me being like woah??  In taller than him. ALSO, HIM AND JACK BEING A THING?? YAY!! I LOVE SAMMY AND JACK TOGEZHER WJAJAJAJ AND OHOHOHH JOHNNY MOMENT. JOHNNY MENTIONED *POINTSSS*

AND YEAH I'LL LET YOU KNOW IF I WANNA KNOW MORE. AND DON'T BE SORRY I LOVED THIS SO MUCH.. ERMMMM. IF YOU EVER WANNA TALK MORE ABOUT YOUR JOHNNY *twirls hair* I'd love to know what he's up to in your AU. Where he's mostly at!! Mine is first at the music department but then gets moved down to lacie and Bertrum, so I'd love to know where yours at!! And his personality too. That's the thing that interests me the most!!! Giving a character who has no info at all jngame a personality is always so cool and interesting to see :D everyone has like their own way of seeing and imagining characters.. I'd die to know how yours is!!!!

[eatnightmares]

1.15 the end of the beginning :)))))

OH CARPENTERRRRR RETURNING TO A FAITH YOU’RE SICK OF BUT IS THE ONLY THING FAMILIAR THAT FEELS SAFE

“I remember mostly sensations” GOD HOW OLD WAS SHE WHEN THIS HAPPENED??? she said her parents were killed a year after she was born but it seems like she's able to speak full sentences here so she has to be at least 5-6...then again she says the radio is talking about them but the newspapers have already moved on so it feels like there's some timeline confusion here hrkshgl

“She had no other options” immediately defending her 😭😭 oh i’m so sick. you were a baby. you were just a baby.

“I remember feeling surprised that it smelled just the same from inside as it had from the outside" GOD. CHRIST. WHETHER YOU’RE DOING THE FEEDING OR THE ONE BEING EATEN IT'S ALL PART OF THE SAME MACHINE. AND SHE'S A BABY.

classic nana glass moments 😬👍 (she does change and it does last and she does it by being the bravest person on planet earth i love you carpenter)

HEAD IN HANDS HEAD IN HANDS CARPENTERRRRR (did they talk after? did they say what they needed to say? did you tell your brother you love him carpenter?)

(also very crazy about how nana is always singing + drowning song, music as a negative thing in carpfaulk's lives that they still try to associate with positively)

something about the angels coming but not feeding. something about nana and the cairn maiden both being described with long fingers. something about “unworthy vessel”. let’s explode

(side note. this is carpenter to me.)

the girlies 🩷🩷 and carpfaulk both being so impulsive hrifhdi…

“everywhere else we’ve been haunting” yeah…oh the ways they will remain…

“YOU TWO IDIOTS” SO TRUE PAIGE!!!!!

“I'LL SEE IF I CAN BRING FAULKNER BACK TO US.” THE BEGINNING IS THE END IS THE BEGINNING OUR PAIGE COME WITH ME WHATEVER WHAT THE FUCK EVERRRRRR

may your peace walk on with you for awhile…the last time they see each other until s3…everything they both go thru in regards to losing and gaining gods…

carp being in so much pain here 😭 babygirl it's only s1 how do u live as long as u do...

carpenter bringing a weapon to confront faulkner s1 vs having the chance to take cull's rifle and just giving it back before she goes to see faulkner in s3. “wish i had the same confidence in myself” whatever whatever whatever.

bites my fingers off. how many lights in glottage.

brother caring is the Only thing that matters. (and looking for the trawler man’s reflection…ooaaauugghhh...buddy you're not gonna like what you see soon...)

i've never seen anyone draw them in the silly little bumper car but it's such a good mental image maybe one day i'll do it myself... (not to be on my utena shit but. them spending the whole season in a car. sitting in this little kids car as they admit they don't know what they're doing and are in fact very bad at what they try to do. very tous*i motorbike scene of them. censored bc i don't like them <3)

carp trying to be nice but in some way encouraging him on the path he's taking...

carpenter and her brothers insatiable needs to kill themselves for a god that doesn't care about them :)

MAN...THEY'RE SO CLOSE...they get it but what can they do...why should he hate us because we turn our backs...AT LEAST WE COULD BE ALIVE TO TELL THEM HOW IT HAPPENED...

THE LAUGHTER'S THE LAST THING LEFT TO US BEFORE WE GO 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

MADLY FURIOUSLY JUBILANTLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i forgor her cover name is her moms name oh carpenter...making yourself a monument carrying your loved ones everywhere...

every single one of them died for you and thought it meant something!!! and here comes my new brother ready to do the same!!!!! but at least he'll die cursing your name!!!!! I'M STILL ALIVE!!!!! I'M NOT DYING FOR YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY LAST DEATH RATTLES MOCKING YOUR NAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"faulkner, *pray*" delivery got me like yes ma'am 🫡🫡 outta my way sibling boy i'm boutta get it

anyone else in this thread constantly thinking about how carp is the only one of the main 4 to not explicitly be said to be suicidal at some point but she has some of the most moments of Implications.

PAIGE NAMING HERSELF VAUGHN CARPENTER NAMING HERSELF SANDRA RAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

what if i died forever. the editing of "i close my eyes/i keep my eyes open" is soooooo good

something about the offerings left behind...state of Prior Happiness...that really is all he ever gives...

I FORGOR SID ESCAPES GOOD FOR HIM

paige being a bit of what instigates the political conflict to begin with teehee...

mason when i get my hands on you. but also how faulkner would've gotten what he wanted if he died here. lol. (but man all the different versions of the story...rose crest moments...)

"but what else can you do, but keep on going? just keep limping on" OH CARPENTER OH CARPENTER OH CARPENTERRRRR

"gods for sickness. gods for good health." in sickness and in health. promised bride. ☝️

RIPPING THE WALLS APART CAAAAAAARRRPPPPPPPP

if anyone needs me i'm going to kill myself forever 👍

(on vacation so i won't get to s2 for a minute but i'm def relistening to it too once i'm back!!)

[jojo-the-puppy]

like idk don't get me wrong, if a friend called me something like babygirl or whatever I'd be ok with it, same way i wouldn't mind a partner calling me princess, but in both cases its after some trust was built first and in some cases with some prior talking

idk fam, calling a random trans man 'girlie' without checking first (and ESPECIALLY when my pinned says not to call me shit like that) and without knowing him is shitty at best

and in my specific case, its plastered everywhere (pinned, bio, all my pics) that i identify as a man, so tbh? at this point, if you call me 'goddess', 'queen', 'girlie', or she/her me, i will assume its malicious. i won't be so forgiving about it anymore. me being femme and identifying as such doesn't mean you can just call me whatever you like

as usual being misgendered is annoying, but particularly gross when it comes from fellow trans people

[sinswithpleasure]

The Playgirl (ft. LOONA’s Yves) [Part 3] [Female Reader]

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I’m back with part 3!

I know I said I’d start mentioning Yves being futa here, but welp, I doubt it’d be out until Part 6-8?

If you prefer, this is also on AO3 and AFF!

Thanks to @existslikepristin​ and @ggidolsmuts​ for editing / beta reading!

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Another month passes.

Yves has been improving a lot, and you're teaching her more than just math. Even on weekends, she requests tutoring, and both of you work on projects or study together, be it at Seoul U's cafe or in empty classrooms.

Two months since you began tutoring her, about one month since you took up her deal. Something in Yves shifts—when she began studying, it was out of just competitive spirit. Now, she seems to truly like what she's doing, and you can't help but to let yourself enjoy the sight of this Yves. She turns up to school a little more regularly, though she still comes to terrorize people. She doesn't go out to parties as much, choosing instead to hang with you. The attention you get from her feels like too much and not enough at the same time. 

Other than being your student, Yves becomes somewhat of a regular fixture in your life. She still frustrates you—her semi-regular absences from school are met with your nagging and her regular dismissal, her constant nonchalance about how she carries herself still annoys you, and she still constantly flirts with you. That last point is also part of the reason why she is kind of a welcome presence in your life. If she isn't present in school, she will be seen leaning against a wall after class, leather jacket over her shoulders, your favourite mocha frappe in her hands. If she doesn't turn up for a tutoring session, she drops a call and apologizes, then makes it up to you with your favourite dessert next session. On the regular, she always has a compliment or a greasy remark tailored for you on hand, both making you groan and internally panic simultaneously.

It doesn't help that she keeps getting prettier, at least to you. Every day, her empty desk taunts you. Sometimes, you wish she was next to you, lollipop in her mouth, gazing at you and flirting with you. Your heart skips a beat when she pushes herself off the wall to wrap an arm around your shoulder, waving the frappe in front of your face with a "Hey, babygirl" . You look forward to the text exchanges with her every night, where both of you can text for hours. You adore her lip bites when she is focused on something, her soft "Assa!" when she gets something right.

Perhaps your crush on her is starting to get out of hand, but you don't want it to end. 

-----

Your phone rings. Caller ID: yves 💘

"Yo, babygirl."

"Don't—ah, nevermind."

"The cafe's closed today. Wanna come over to my place?"

"What?"

"My place. Come over."

"Oh, um…"

"Text me your address. I'll pick you up."

"Okay."

When Yves hangs up, you panic. Her place? You'll get to see how she lives? Her private space? What?! You fire off a text to Yves, then you carry on panicking.

[yves💘 has sent a message:]

Gotchu

I'll see you in 15, babygirl

Can't wait ;)

-----

Yves's place is cozy. For someone so punk rock, her place looks so homely, so full of life. However, Yves lives alone. Weird, considering there's a lot of stuff that is placed neatly on tables and shelves, too much for one person to use. 

"Welcome to my humble abode, babygirl." Yves curtsies, flashing you her dazzling smile. You place your bag down on the couch in her living room, rummaging to find what you need.

"Hey, would you mind if I went for a shower first? I've had a busy morning."

"Oh, no, sure. Go ahead."

"Right, thanks babe."

Yves leaves. In the meantime, you wander around her living room, glancing at the items on her shelves. A vintage tea set, a back scratcher, and an old camera? Those look pretty cool. Beneath that, another shelf holds a few old DVD cases, each of some old music from the 70s and 80s. Also, are those cassette tapes? You pick each one up, getting a feel of them in your hands. Damn, these are cool.

You wander along the hallways. When you pass by the bathroom, you can hear the water running. Suddenly, you’re hit with intrusive thoughts, all of them about Yves.

Your crush. Just a handful of metres away from you. Undressing. Naked. Under the shower. Water running down her bare skin, maybe over those chiseled abs of hers? Her naked chest, her legs?

You return to her couch, collapsing on it, trying to fight the dirtier thoughts in your head.

You sink your face in your hands, groaning at the thought of a naked Yves. This isn't the first time, and it won't be the last, but it sucks to be thinking of something inappropriate when the time isn't right. The gulps of water you inhale don't quench the correct thirst, but at least it does something.

"Hey baby."

Yves's voice makes you jump. The cutest girl ever greets your eyes, with a look that you never thought she'd rock. That same girl has her head bowed, a sheepish smile on her face, her hand moving to tuck some hair behind her ear.

She looks gorgeous.

Her wet hair, formerly slicked back, now falls over her forehead, forming cute bangs. Her  leather jackets and crop tops are traded for a cozy oversized long-sleeved sweater that engulfs her body, giving her sweater paws. Yves pairs that with sweatpants, and a cute pair of bunny slippers. 

She looks so cute and all you want to do is to mash her lips with yours.

You gasp, freezing. Yves walks over to you, planting her books on the table, refusing to meet your eyes. She grins when she finally looks at you though.

"How do I look?"

"Ah, um, er…" You stammer, unable to process the sight of the punk rock, cool, bad girl Yves now looking like a girly, adorable cutie. This wasn't Yves, this was just Ha Sooyoung. 

"You… you look, er, good," you breathe.

Yves halts, red starting to colour her ears. She looks away, seemingly wiping at her face with one of her sleeves.

"Thank you." Her voice is tiny, tinier than usual. You want to hug her but you control yourself, settling to admire how she looks instead. She looks so pretty, so fucking pretty, and you wonder why she doesn't look like this on the regular. Maybe she's letting you see her more private, intimate side. Maybe she somehow found out you quite like this style. Whatever the reason is, it's working. How do you even continue to function today, now that you've seen Yves look like this?

You love this Yves— no, this is Ha Sooyoung, you hastily remind yourself. She looks so domestic, so cute, so… girlfriend? You want to glomp her, and that urge is increasingly hard to control.

"Let's begin."

"O-Okay."

Both of you slip into your roles as teacher and student. For Yves, it’s seamless, but for you, you struggle to do so. The student herself is a distraction.

The session begins.

-----

"Stay for dinner, babe?"

Yves rises from her chair, walking over to her kitchen. She begins pulling stuff out of her fridge and cabinets, setting them on the table. 

"Oh, sure."

You sink yourself on a dining chair as Yves ties an apron around her neck. She begins work on chopping up some garlic and onions, and you let yourself just… look at her. 

She looks so cool, so domestic, so beautiful as she works on whatever it is. You can't help but fall harder for her, and you let yourself gaze lovingly stare at her.

"You're staring, babygirl."

"Ummfhhhdgh!" You stammer, hastily looking away to pretend you weren't. You drum your fingers on the table, shifting around on your seat to distract yourself from Yves's eyes. 

"Uh-uh, you don't get to hide now." Yves tilts your chin up with her finger, her eyes locked onto yours, her lips inches from yours. This is the umpteenth time Yves has had you in kissing range, and you wish she'd finish the job. 

"You look starstruck, babe. Am I that pretty?"

"Y-Yes." 

Yves chuckles, stroking your cheek with her thumb. 

"God, you're so cute. I'd kiss you right now, but we both know we'd do more than that."

"Wha—?"

"I've seen the way you look at me. I know what you're thinking. If we kiss…" Yves trails off, moving to finish her sentence next to your ear. 

"If we kiss, we both know we won't just be kissing at the end of the night."

When Yves finishes her sentence, you feel her soft lips press against your cheek. Out of the corner of your eye, you see her lips turn up in her signature cocky smirk. You’ve got the urge to kiss it off her face, but you pause, refusing to give in to her. She is right—if you kissed her, you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from jumping her.

-----

Dinner is a relatively quiet affair, with Yves winking at you when you catch eyes with her, and you becoming more flustered each time. All you can think of is about how Yves essentially admitted she knows you want her as much as she wants you, and that thought is enough to fuel your imagination for the night. 

When Yves drops you off in front of your apartment, she gets off her bike, wrapping her arms around your waist from the back.

"Huh?!"

"Goodnight babygirl," Yves whispers next to your ear, her breath causing you to shudder, "I'll be thinking of you tonight."

That settles it. The fire between your legs needs some dousing. You can't help but turn to look at Yves with the utmost shock, meeting her knowing grin. Yves waves, putting her helmet back on and riding off into the night. 

-----

The cold shower you take after reaching home does nothing for you. Yves's words still ring deep in your ear.

If we kiss, we both know we won't just be kissing at the end of the night.

I'll be thinking of you tonight.

Your body feels warm—too warm for the oversized T-shirt and boyshorts you have on. The thought of having Yves pin you against a wall, her lips on yours, tongue swiping at your lips to gain access is way too much for you, and soon enough, you imagine Yves pinning you to her bed, stripping you and teasing you with her touch. These thoughts lead you to lie atop your bed, your shirt pulled up to expose your chest, your boyshorts stripped off to let your hand circle your clit freely. 

"Oh, fuck…"

In your head, Yves has her fingers on you, touching you the same way you touch yourself now. Her fingers mirror the way yours do—rubbing directly over the hood covering your clit, before swiping between your slit to wet her fingers. 

"So wet, babygirl. All for me too."

"Oh, oh shit!"

Yves plunges her fingers deep within you, thrusting freely. Your free hand kneads your left breast, teasing your nipple to drive you crazier. 

"Fuck, Yves, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Yes, babygirl. That's what I want to hear. Moan my name. Let the world know how wet you are for me."

The dirty sounds of your fingers thrusting deep into yourself only fuels your lust even further. The image in your head morphs from Yves fingering you to her between your legs, her panties pushed aside to expose her pussy. Yves pushes her pussy against yours, grinding against you, flexing her abs with each movement of her hips. In the physical world, you strip yourself of the shirt, grabbing a pillow and straddling it. 

"How does my pussy feel against yours, babygirl? I told you I'd make you love me."

You grind harshly on the pillow. The haze of pleasure is all you can process—how loud you moan doesn't matter anymore. 

"Fuck, yes, Yves, Yves, Yves, fuck, Sooyoung, Sooyoung, I'm gonna come, Sooyoung, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!"

With a squeal, you grind harder on the pillow, feeling waves of pleasure wash over your body as slick spills out of your clenching hole. Sweat runs down your forehead, your back, down your chest. In your head, Yves comes just as you do, her body writhing in pleasure as slick flows out of her. 

You collapse on the bed, letting the afterglow of your orgasm wash over you. Yves still doesn't leave your head, but you don't really hate that. You're way beyond trying to hide that you want to fuck her, or that you want her to make you hers anyway.

[sohin-ace]

Trish - Sister Figure

This is cross-posted from Wattpad and available on AO3.

Enjoy~

Trish x Female reader because babygirl needs feminine compagny.

Trish came in or more like burst into the hideout in a hurry, almost panicking as she pressed her arms firmly against her chest.

"Oh hi Trish! Wassup!" Narancia called as he noticed her and Fugo followed with a lazy wave.

"Welcome back." Bruno greeted her with a smile.

Abbachio barely glanced up, Giorno looked at her curiously and Mista turned around on the couch to look up at her.

"W-where is Y/N?" Trish's face was strained and she squirmed under their insistant glances.

This was really the worst timing for everyone to be just there, all noticing her arrival. Just her luck.

"What's wrong? You look uncomfortable." Bruno noticed her unease and she looked away, her arms not leaving their place against her chest.

"Where is Y/N?" She insisted, almost breathless with rising anxiety.

"Come on, come join us! There's cake!" Mista invited with a casual gesture.

"GUYS!" She snapped and the boys flinched, "WHERE THE FUCK IS Y/N?!"

"I'm here!" Your voice called in the distance upon hearing the commotion

You walked in from the kitchen while quickly wiping your hands on a towel, your appearance immediately brightening Trish's face. You hurried towards her and she relaxed, sighing in relief.

"What's wrong Trish? Are you okay?" You asked worriedly as you approached the pink haired girl, bringing a gentle hand to her face and the other on her bare shoulder, checking on her, your big sister instincts kicking in.

"I...I-"

She wanted to speak, but before she could lose herself in your soft worried gaze, she glanced at the boys who were watching the scene with nosy curiosity. For some reason, the gang was really into you girls' dynamics.

"... Can we go to the bedroom...?" She muttered a bit above a whisper, but the room was already so dead silent that some of the boys in the gang still heard.

You nodded at her in understanding. "Of course, let's go." You put one hand around her shoulder and guided her to your bedroom.

As you were both out of sight, Mista sat back straight and looked at his comrade with a teasing and quite amused look on his face.

"Oouuhhhh did you guys hear that??" He boasted and Giorno glared at his friend in disappointement.

...Really Mista?

"What? No? What did she say???" Narancia leaned forward, his giddy curiousity taking the wheel.

Fugo deadpanned at the overly excited boy beside him. "She said something like 'let's take it to the bedroom', or whatever. What of it?"

Mista covered his mouth as he snorted uncontrollably and Narancia's eyes widened like saucers as his mouth formed an 'O' shape.

"Hohohohoho some people are gonna get freeeaaa-kyyyyy~" Narancia sang obnoxiously.

"That's stupid. You guys are a bunch of dumbasses, they're just going to do girly shit or whatever, none of your dirty businesses." Abbachio clicked his tongue, trying to talk some sense into their empty brains.

"But like... Wouldn't that be hot? Like... Two girls... Doing... Ya know..." Mista said trailing off, a slight blush dusting his cheeks, almost hesitant to admit his own thoughts to the public.

"I don't think... That's a bit much, I'm sure their relationship is not like that." Giorno made a face at Mista's assumptions.

"Whatever they do, let's be happy for them." Bruno took a sip of his tea, only wishing for the best for the two of you.

A deafening pause settled in the room and the atmosphere became heavy as the temperature dropped. Foreshadowing sign that somebody was about to say something stupid.

"Don't." Bruno warned and everyone looked at him.

"What?" Fugo started as he squinted at Bruno, confused. "Who are you even talking to?!"

"None of you go eavesdrop on them. Especially you two." He glared sternly at the Mista and Narancia. "End of story."

"Aww come on!" Narancia whined childishly.

"You're no fun, capo! What even makes you think we would have that idea?" Mista retorted with unfounded offense.

The entire gang stared bluntly at them like it was obvious they would have such a stupid idea. If it wasn't them, then who else would?

In the meantime, you and Trish finally arrived to your bedroom and you let her enter first.

"Are you okay? What wrong baby? You can tell me." You asked patiently as you closed the door behind you.

She tried to ignore the speeding of her heart at the cute nickname as she turned around to look at you. She loosened her arms over her chest to reveal her top completely sliced up along with the skin on the side of her breast. The aftermath of fleeing a Stand user.

"Y-you're injured!" You gasped in horror as she held her small piece of cloth against her blood-leaking chest.

"It's okay, I'm fine! I just couldn't deal with it with the boys obviously..."

You ushered her to sit down on your bed. "Sit down, I'll be right back-!"

You instantly sped out of the room to get everything you needed to treat her wounds and she obliged, sitting on your plush mattress, feeling slightly awkward and bashful.

She didn't want to worry you uselessly, but she knew you were so protective of her that you would worry regardless of what happened to her, even for even the tiniest of things.

She looked down, thinking about you in the silence of the room. Your room smelled nice, a bit fruity. She looked over your dresser, there was a small make up palette and a single lipstick next to some perfume.

She smiled to herself, thinking how great it would be to have a girls day with you. But a gangstar's lifestyle hardly ever let you have time for this luxury.

Sometimes she wondered if life in Passione would be the same without you. Without your help, your advices and without your sweet smile. She would probably go nuts from her interactions with Mista alone if you weren't there to put him to place.

"Sorry I made you wait. Let's get into it." Her train of thoughts was interrupted by your voice that she loved so much.

She shifted awkwardly, not sure how to position herself as you put the medkit beside her and prepared everything. You then kneeled in front of her, staying eye-level with her chest.

"Let me see your wound, cara."

She blushed in embarassement and looked away as she hesitantly moved the shredded fabric away from her skin. Why did you have to be so... So... Entrancing?

Her ruined top that could barely stay on now was really the least of her problems. She was never really the shy or modest type and she didn't mind the revealing clothes, in any other situation she would have been unfazed, but now it felt... different.

Maybe it was you, or the feelings she had towards you that suddenly made her feel bashful about being naked in front of you. Sensing her discomfort and seeing how her chest heaved, you tried to reassure her.

"It's okay, it's just the two of us, I won't stare, if that's what's making you uncomfortable."

"No I'm-" She paused and looked away, not daring staring down at you. "It's kind of awkward." You chuckled and she wanted to melt right here and there.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, I'll have to touch you. But I'll try my best to not be too intrusive. Just relax." You spoke softly and she nodded, looking into your reassuring eyes.

You were always so good to her, she had a hard time seeing you as a sister figure. She wasn't really to blame, with all her family issues, she couldn't really know what a sister was like, or what it felt like to have one.

So when you came into her life, you basically made her rediscover herself. If she didn't know how to grow into a woman, she definitely knew that you would be the lead to follow on that path.

She looked up to you, respected you, and most importantly, she loved you. She felt genuine happiness when you were around and she felt like she couldn't trust anybody more than you.

Sometimes, she was even confused with her own feelings towards you, but that was the one subject she couldn't talk to you about and sexuality was not something she was comfortable with bringing out to you or even explore as of yet.

Maybe one day she'll talk about it with Bucciarati, but for now, she brushed everything off and appreciated the nice moments with you.

"Good thing I was a nurse before I joined Passione." You laughed as you finished patching her up. "Or else, you'd have Mista put ductape all around you."

Trish chuckled "Oh yeah, you sure are better than Mista."

You stood up and went to your closet as Trish observed you with curiosity. You then came back with a cute f/c shirt and gave it to her.

"Here, I won't let you go out there with your boobies out." You joked and shetried to hide her blush.

"No way, the boys don't deserve the view." She scoffed and immediately slid your shirt over her head.

It smelled just like you, fresh, sugary and comforting. A wave of tingles coursed through her as she reminisced your scent from all the warm hugs you would grace her with. She tried her best to not sigh out loud in immense delight.

"Awww it looks cute on you, I might just let you take it!" You squealed at her as your clothes complimented her baby face. "Everything looks good on you anyways, you're just that beautiful!"

Her heart pounded in her chest, flustered by your compliments. She met your gaze and you looked at her with such sheer fondness, she thought she was about to cry from how velvety soft your eyes were on her.

If Bucciarati could wear the soft look like a proud mother, surely yours would put him to shame. How could one's eyes not well up with tears when you carressed them without even touching them?

"... You're beautiful." Trish muttered quietly, in a love-drunk daze.

"Hm? I didn't catch that." You leaned down to hear her better as you looked at her questionningly.

She carefully got up and wrapped her arms around you, burying her face in your neck. You tensed up a bit, but relaxed in the embrace.

"Thank you, Y/N..." She mumbled against your skin, trying to hide the wince of pain from her wound.

Something told you she wasn't thanking you for the patch up. You carefully wrapped your arms around her small form, tracing soothing patterns on her back.

"Get some rest, love."

You moved some hairs on the nape of her neck and planted a gentle kiss there, you soft lips tickling her and triggering her nerves as she tensed up. He hid her furiously blushing face deeper into your skin, praying you wouldn't feel her hammering heart against your chest.

Now you really had her.

Bonus:

"Do you hear anything?" Narancia whisper-yelled as he looked up at Mista.

"Shhh!!! Shut up they're gonna hear us!" The taller male hushed as he put his ear closer against the door.

"A-ahh, Y/N, wait!" Trish whimpered from the other side of the door.

"It's okay, Trish, relax. It's going to hurt a little," The boys heard your faint and soft voice say. "But I'll be as gentle as I can."

"Yoooo duuudeee!!!" Narancia's eyes widened as he looked at his friend who stared at him in pure disbelief. Was... Was that really happening?

"Stop me whenever, okay bella?"

"Nngh... F-fuck..." Trish hissed out and the boys were dying on the spot, slappinh their hands over their mouths to muffle their noises, unable to contain their reactions.

"Yes, you're doing amazing, Trish. You take it so well."

"Ah... Haaah... Argh- Y/N-ah! ...P- Please!"

Mista was getting awfully agitated and Narancia couldn't help but slap the gunman's arms repeatedly, channeling his fanboying. They tried their best to stay silent and not get caught as their faces were now a deep shade of red, minds filled with litteral filth.

"Hey... Y/N is surprisingly sweet, even in these situations." Mista took a deep breath and wiped his now bleeding nose with the back of his sleeve.

"Pfftt she's a sweet dom ohmigod!" Narancia squealed like a schoolgirl, a little bit too giddy for what they were doing.

They kept on giggling in their hands like little fangirls, imagining more unholy scenarios when a scary shadow was cast over them.

"...What do you think you're doing?" Bruno appeared out of nowhere and towered over them, eyes glowing with the primal need to murder.

They gulped, sweat beading down their foreheads.

Screams of horror could be heard from outside your bedroom and you stopped what you were doing, looking at the door. You shrugged it off and went back to patching Trish up.

When Bruno got rid of the nosy boys, he passed by your door again and stopped for a second.

"Oh yeah, you sure are better than Mista."

He heard Trish comment and cackled to himself at the words.

"Savage."

[rosesloveletters]

self-ship reference

this is a repost from my old blog and the self-ship tag I filled out quite a while ago, but I’d like to keep this as a reference on here for my main self-ships with J and Pat. I have added more onto the original post and tweaked some things - I truly enjoy sharing about them now❤❤ I will probably add to this from time to time to update things, just so I at least have some record of it somewhere; I wouldn’t want to forget them❤

I now also have ship names for J, Pat and I: 

J / Jack x Rosie = Jaie

 - first two letters of his name and last two letters of my name❤ (literally pronounced as ‘J’)

Patrick Verona x Rosie = Verose 

- first three letters of his last name combined with my entire legal name (Rosie is just a nickname of mine.)

last updated: november 29, 2020

please do not read if you are not interested in or comfortable with self-shipping.

word count: 3,568

Date you got together?

J: 10/22/19. I was aware of J when I was 8-9 years old but we never had a relationship or anything. He and I “found each other” again last October. I feel like he found me when he knew I was ready for a relationship with him. I had a whole lot going on when I was younger and I still do, but I think I’m in the best mentality I could be and I’ve grown up a lot in the past couple of years. I was not where I am now and I am strong enough to handle his persona. 

Pat: 3/30/20. Pat and I got together a few months after J and I, but it seems almost like the same amount of time. We really didn’t get to become too close because J overpowers him and monopolizes my time whenever he can. We only started to get closer a few months ago because J was distant enough to let Pat come closer. The two used to find it difficult to coexist, but they’ve been able to work it out. Now, Pat and J are almost as close as each of them are with me. They still bicker and call each other names, but it is done with love rather than malice. 

Favorite personality trait?

I love all of their personality traits, but for the sake of being succinct I’m only sharing one for each.

J: His ‘devil-may-care’ attitude. I heavily admire that J can do whatever he wants regardless of the rules - he’s untouchable and nothing can hurt him. I wish I could have a taste of that and perhaps that is one of the reasons I’m drawn to J; he gives me an outlet and a way to experience that kind of freedom that is unattainable within my real life.

Pat: His independence and how he isn’t affected by what others think of him (I know I said only one for each but I admire both of these qualities equally). I always admire independence because I am very independent as well. And as someone who used to be very concerned with how others saw me, I admire the lack of that quality in Pat because I strive to be that way every single day. I don’t want to be defined by what people think of me. Watching Pat be a good person in spite of his reputation inspires me so much - that is the exact sort of person I’d like to be.

Favorite physical trait?

I love all of their physical traits, but for the sake of being succinct I’m only sharing one for each.

J: His hands. I can always tell when J is touching me, rubbing my back or holding my hand. His hands are so distinctly him. They’re calloused and rough, but I love the way he softens from the inside out when his hands are on me and the gentlest touch is almost ironic coming from him.

Pat: His smile. Pat’s smile is brighter than the sun and more inviting than a hot bath or a warm cup of cocoa. I would do absolutely anything to see his warm smile, anything.

Couple song

main songs:

Faithfully - Journey

Lover - Taylor Swift

Daylight - Taylor Swift

Your Song - Elton John

Pet peeves…

J: If I have food he’ll just kind of grab off my plate, he never fully washes the shampoo out of his hair so he comes out greasier than when he got in, he’ll drink after me because he knows I hate that and won’t drink any more so he gets the rest, he won’t just get in the bed normally he’ll flop down and kind of mess around or bounce obnoxiously until he’s “comfortable”, gets crumbs in the bed, (J annoys me a lot, can you tell?) He also has this new habit of waking me up by digging his fingers into my hair and scratching the back of my head really obnoxiously and it is terrifying when I’m not prepared for it lol. 

Pat: Pat doesn’t annoy me half as much as J. The only thing is that he tends to be very clingy and I’m pretty independent and, when I get in a certain mood, I do not want physical affection and it can get under my skin a bit. Most of the time this is not an issue because I love affection; it’s only the rarest of occasions. If I’m in a rotten mood, sometimes I won’t want him near me because I know he’ll try to hug me and I’m not wanting it. 

Favorite outfit on them?

J: his normal, hexagonal patterned shirt, vest and suspenders make me feral, but seeing him in a regular t-shirt is quite a treat. He gave me one of his shirts and I’ve got it in my closet. I wore it on Valentine’s Day which is what got me through the day (J and Pat both know I hate that day). When J’s got me on his lap, I like to play with his suspenders while he’s wearing them; he is amused but doesn’t know why I like them so much.  

Pat: his gray, striped, long-sleeve top and dark jeans. I love and live for the simplicity of it. He has a silver chain around his neck and it peeks out beneath his shirt collar and I like to play with it when he’s holding me. J thinks I just get bored, but Pat thinks the reason I have to be playing with something is more of a nervous habit (Pat’s right). 

Favorite meal?

J: he likes meat and rarely cares what kind it is. He is partial to steak, but he’ll eat pretty much any meat you put in front of him.

Pat: tomato soup and grilled cheese. This is our go-to comfort meal and Pat and I make it for each other often.

Early bird or night owl?

J: It depends. J doesn’t ever sleep a whole lot, but he leans toward being more of a night owl because he’s more active and alert under cover of darkness. We see less of him at night because of this but he still will lay down with us and rest for a couple of hours at a time. He’ll take cat naps during the day if need be.

Pat: Pat used to be a night owl before he met me and when he used to go to bars and play pool. Now he’s an early bird like me; he likes to stay in because he can’t wait to get into bed and cuddle every night. He also does a lot during the day and he gets tired so he will go to bed early because he really needs the rest.

Snorer or sleep talker?

J: he usually doesn’t make much noise in his sleep because he rarely gets into a deep sleep. There are very rare occasions when his body needs a deep sleep and is threatening to give out unless he does so. During those times, he snores so freaking loud. Pat and I usually leave the room because it’s so loud we can’t get any sleep. Fortunately when he needs a heavy sleep he does so during the day when we aren’t around so he doesn’t feel like he has to stay awake to make sure we’re safe.

Pat: Pat doesn’t snore but he sometimes mumbles in his sleep a tiny bit, especially if he’s dreaming. He’ll mumble under his breath and press his whole body against mine (it’s my favorite thing ever). 

Do you have any pets together?

We don’t, mainly because J wouldn’t help me with any pets because he’s not around enough and none of us would want the same kind of pet. My pets are my own thing, even though they are both are nice to my pets and have no problem with them at all.

Pet names! (Both from them and yours for them)

J’s for me: (My) Rosebud/thorn, (My) wild red rose (J knows that I hate my name but he still insists on variations of it. He says that he admires roses because you have to accept being poked by a thorn or two to admire their beauty. It makes sense but I don’t know if he actually believes that or not), prickly pear (another thing with thorns - I’m seeing a theme here, J),  sweets, doll, little one (occasionally)

Mine for J: I mostly only call him J or Jack (we worked through me calling him by his real name and now he’s not as bothered by it.) Pat and I both call J either soldier or sergeant sometimes. On rare occasion, I call him Jack-Jack. 

Pat’s for me: Strawberry (because of a comfort item I own), Buttercup, baby, babygirl, sweetheart, girlie, hazel eyes (occasionally), wallaby. 

Mine for Pat: Pattycake, lover-boy, Koala, Kangaroo Boy (he used to hate being called this, but we made it into a joke and now he likes it though only if I am the one using it.) J also calls him ‘brat’ or ‘kid’. 

How often do you fight? What starts fights?

J: J and I bicker a lot but our fights are pretty rare. When we do fight, it’s usually my fault. I confront him with the fact that I don’t think he cares or that he’s here with me for some ulterior motive. Most of the time he will fight back because it’s just his nature to do so. We’ve spent time apart in the past because of this and I’m still learning that he does care, but the way he does so is much different from what Pat does. J gets pretty pissed off when I tell him I think he hates me. 

Pat: Pat and I have never had a fight (this used to be because we didn’t spend as much time together - J is very overbearing when he’s around and he pushes Patrick away from me; he doesn’t like sharing - but now it’s because we just get along really, really well.) If we ever did have a fight I don’t know what would cause it or why we’d result to petty arguments and disagreements. Pat can be rather gruff and dismissive when he needs to be, but he is only that way to strangers (and J, occasionally). He is very open and loving towards me - he isn’t a big talker to others but to me I can’t ever get him to shut up.

Who apologizes first?

J: I do, unless J has done something severe, then he’ll come into my room at night and slip in unnoticed just so that he can give me the closeness I want. I found myself having to apologize for pushing him away because I do that a lot and he doesn’t deserve it. He is caring in his own right and I am hard on him for no reason sometimes. He forgives me and eventually starts coming around again. J apologizes with subtle touches. He might put his hand on my thigh or brush the back of my hand with his thumb or put a hand on the small of my back. He knows how much I crave little touches like that and it’s his way of saying sorry.

Pat: As I’ve said, Pat and I haven’t ever fought but I like to think we’d apologize at the same time. Pat and I don’t really hold grudges so when we do fight or argue, we’d be fine ten minutes later. We also know how to talk through our disagreements so it never goes so far as arguing. Pat doesn’t let me push him away. When I try to do that he just cuddles harder and tries to make me smile (it works and I hate him for it, just kidding).

Big spoon or little spoon?

J: Big spoon, always. He lays on the far side of the bed near the windows. He doesn’t worry about being as close to the door since it’s locked but he likes being close to the windows since they’re right next to my bed. He’s always firmly pressed up against my back with his arm around my stomach. J has an aversion to having anyone at his back; he feels much too vulnerable in that position.

Pat: Big or little spoon, depending on his mood. Pat loves to love and be loved. If he’s feeling soft and gentle he might want to be the little spoon. Most often he’s the big spoon when J’s not around. Pat and I get tangled up in each other when we sleep. Sometimes he’s on top of me or vice versa. However we’re sleeping we’re always touching somehow. We don’t have the typical sleeping arrangement of big spoon/little spoon. We are a mess when we sleep in the same bed.

Dom or sub?

J: Dom. It isn’t in his blood to be anything but. He watches out for me and Pat, deeming that since we’re both significantly younger than him that we need care and protection. Our sex life is much the same - J is dominant. J is also the more…sexually driven of the two.

Pat: Pat is a switch. He’s a sub for J and a dom for me. He’s hotheaded and gets under J’s skin, but J will not relinquish control. It took Pat a while to accept that he would be J’s sub and we are still working on it heavily, even now that they are close. He isn’t completely comfortable doing everything (J is fine with that) and so they’re still taking it very slowly. It took Pat a long time to even let J get close to him in the bed while we’re sleeping. Pat sticks to me a lot more than he does with J. Their personalities clash somewhat and Pat still wants to get to know me better without J getting in the way. We’re working on teaching J the definition of sharing. Pat and I have only been intimate a few times and we cherish those times. 

What are their kisses like?

J: long, intense, fiercely passionate, burning, hot-blooded, daring, bruising, boundary-breaking (sometimes; J gets really carried away). He likes to cup my cheeks in his hands when he kisses me hard. I like to think he enjoys my soft skin, almost like he’s comparing the softness to his rough and mangled flesh. There’s no malice or jealousy to be had; J likes his scars because I like them and he is never apologetic for who he is. Fire courses through my veins when we’re kissing - J’s lips make me forget my own name.

Pat: voluptuous, sensual, shameless, delicate, universal, intimate, lingering, and sometimes tentative. Pat’s kisses are all-consuming and turn my brain to mush. His lips are soft and inviting and are where I always lose myself. He isn’t as experienced with physical affection or sensual intimacy like J and I, so he sometimes kisses with an innocence about him, but his kisses are fierce and forceful because of how much love there is to be had. It’s new and refreshing; He is never overbearing or comes on too strong (even though he kisses so hard sometimes). Fireworks go off in my heart every time our lips meet.

What do they smell like?

J: aside from gasoline, greasepaint, gunpowder and sweat, he smells like sandalwood, black coffee, flames, burnt embers, smoke and (sometimes) rainwater.

Pat: Cinnamon and cinnamon buns (one of his favorite snacks), spicy cologne, apples & his breath smells (and tastes) like peppermint.

What are their hugs like?

J: J’s hugs are strong, bear-like but affectionate, protective and resilient. Sometimes they’re stiff but still heartfelt in a way only J is capable of. J’s type of hugs keep me in the here and now. Whenever he hugs me I can be nowhere else but in the moment, grounded, holding onto him for dear love.

Pat: Pat’s hugs are tight, warm like the sun on a cool spring morning, they’re sometimes spontaneous and end in a gentle wrestling session and other times they’re adamant of love and of care. His hugs are just as protective and convey safety and comfort as much as J’s do. When Pat hugs me it is like the personification of a cloud: snuggly, soft, cushiony; love unfurls in my chest every time his arms come around me.

Who is more protective?

J. He takes the liberty of protecting Pat, William and I even though we’d obviously do the same for him. He doesn’t like to hear that though. We’re all younger than he is, as I said before, so he feels like it’s his obligation since we’re all in a committed relationship. He is the protector. However, now that William has come along, he is insistent that he can protect himself and he helps J defend and protect, whenever he can (this is what the two argue about the most.) 

Interested in children?

J: nope.

Pat: I think he might be if we were much older, but at the time, no. Him and J are both aware that I do not want children and are more than fine with it.

Who needs the most TLC when sick?

J: J throws things at us if we try to get too close when he’s sick. He’s a baby and needs care but doesn’t know how to ask for it. He will do everything he can to push us away so that we won’t stick around and help him through his sickness.

Pat: Pat is like me - he’s a big baby when he’s sick, though he feels extremely guilty asking for anything. He mainly wants someone to stay with him so that he isn’t lonely. He won’t ask for food or water or someone to lean on because he’s too weak to get around by himself, so I have to insist or bring him what he needs without him telling me to. I’m very much the same way. I have to have someone with me when I’m sick or else I get very lonely and upset (I am not afraid to admit that - last year I was so lonely when I was sick that it still bothers me. I’m so glad I had J to keep me company).

Who says ‘I love you’ first?

Me. J doesn’t ever say it with words, but actions speak louder than words anyway. I’d much rather someone do something to prove their love than just tell me. I had an experience where an old love told me constantly that they loved me. They just repeated over and over ‘I love you’ and I got so numb to the phrase by hearing it and saying it back that it stopped meaning anything to me. I love that J isn’t afraid to love me or admit it; I love that he finds ways to show me his love rather than tell me about it.

Pat and I say ‘I love you’ a lot but it always means something to me because of the tone of his voice when he says it. He likes to say it because it encompasses everything we feel for each other. It means more to me because he usually follows it with a kiss or a hand squeeze or something like that to emphasize its truth. 

Which of you is more accident prone?

Me and Pat, hands down. Though J and I have the same perplexing issue where we will get cut or something and not feel it so we won’t notice until hours later. For some reason we don’t notice it or we don’t care enough to acknowledge it. I end up with all kinds of cuts and bruises and I also drop stuff a lot. Pat always gets hit with things or he’ll drop the bottle of shampoo on his foot in the shower and slip while trying to pick it up or something like that. Now that William is in the picture, he gets hurt about as often as Pat and I do, though he rarely flinches or even acknowledges his injuries or pain. 

Bed hog?

We are all literally the biggest bed hogs it’s a wonder none of us have ever fallen out of bed. We start out squished together in our own separate spaces, but gradually overnight we take over each other’s spots and end up on top and underneath of each other, hands in each other’s hair, legs tangled and pressed in between others, pillows thrown around haphazardly and blankets wrapped practically in knots around our bodies. God only knows why or how we always wake up like this but it’s so comforting being this close to these men.

Who loves the other the most?

We all love each other equally, even though they don’t get along all the time and they fight over my attention occasionally. We have a very strong bond, unlike anything I’ve ever had before. I connect with them and they with me. We don’t fight over who loves who more. It is mutually understood that we all care about each other and love each other the same, we just show it in different ways.

[growling]

part 3 time i love yaoi

wouldn't Zero, like, want to play XB rn though? I mean he did implement it in various nefarious ways in Neo Tokyo like Yo I don't think that you're doing what you think you're doing here

Zero I'm in gay love with you

We're gonna lose aren't we

Ohh we're going to Shinagawa city isn't that where Ichinose Kazuma is...... you know that one guy who's really gay for Zero from the the trailers and the twitter you know Ichinose righ

animation time!!

they got cool art/models in this game :3 shame its a gacha. you could have been so much more babygirl.......

Hey look at Zero he took his cape thingy off... he's a normal boy now. ok now the mask take that fuckibg mask off we all know you cant see shit

"... I am having a nice chat with Yo. Such interruptions from people irrelevant are rather displeasing." ARGHHHHRHRRRHRH ARF ARF AWOOOOOOOOOO

sorry whenever I hear Zero being weird about Yo again ill just get on all fours and start barking

awwwww and Zero wants to teach Yo the rules as they play he's so nice and considerate you guysss <33333333

Zero is a true gamer. the truest of all. Oh and also I didn't expect him to actually not have played XB before himself.................... inchresting..................................................................................

(but he really seems confident he'll win regardless because he's Zero)

"But that aside, I'm actually much more worried about your feelings. [...] If I don't hold back a bit, you'd look too pathetic." whatever man keep just saying this shit to him whateverr.....

nice figure dudee

WAIT NO WAY THIS EXTREME BASEBALL IS ACTUALLY IS A DEBATE SHOWDOWN LIKE IN DANGANRONPA SLASH RAIN CODE NO FUCKING WAY LMAOOOO

XB lore. "and losers have to obey the winners" dude ill lose to Zero so hard after hearing that tbhhhh

oh we are soooooo losing. we are losing so bad rn he just said something which makes it impossible we'll win lmaoo

Zero animation Zero animation look at Zero. this is so cool.I like looking at things on my screen

oh he's a fast boy. oh he's a FLEXIBLE boy. nice ass shot. moving on

i watched so hard i forgor to be a sports commentator for a second,

Zero said girlie. Zero said girlie

"hmm.... I'm actually a pretty dark person..." he's so edgy. i can't. save me Zero Tribe Nine

yayyyyy lets get serious with Zero :D

banger theme

can I kill Takinogawa yet

hmmm is Q like, that one "dead" guy that looks exactly like Zero. Cause I feel like if it was Zero that'd be too obvious..........

ggod i wisj hed touch me like that

who said that

oh zero you silly guy <33

"I feel happy even while you're glaring at me, you know... I hope that you can also enjoy our game, Yo. You don't have to worry. Just leave everything to me... I promise you. This will not be a boring game." I fucking can't I what do you want me to say anymore. What is there to say

I was supposed to be working on that AVoS rewrite and yet Zero's got me in a chokehold since yesterday... god damn it Zero!!!!

WHAT IS ZEROS DEALLLLLLL WITH YO

wait....... he made everyone on the surface play death game shit but only so him and Yo could do it????? So he just did that just for them????????????????

"Yo... you are indeed special to me, but to become THE ONE, that will depend on your performance. [...] It means you are not the only special player who has the potential to become my opponent."

oooooooh the Numbers!!! I see Ichinose.... he's like Number One isn't he.......

"There are only 8 of them now, I feel like I can accomodate for one or two more. The game I want to play with you, isn't on the same level as the ones those garbage players play. (...) if you continue to stay active till the very end... then it will finally be the time! Become the best player and prove your worth. Then, we shall enjoy the best game!"

blushes.... why are we so special to you...... also what is that Game you keep talking about

XG?? how many X[letter] are we gonna have lmao.....

YO JUST TOLD ZERO HE HAS ZERO FRIENDS. IS THAT GONNA LEAVE A MARK...

its ok zero i can introduce you to the wonderful world of aplatonicism. just take my hand

ohhhhhhh that stung huh. that left a mark huh. zero's gonna go cry himself to sleep that night

"... Ahh, I'm at my limits... I want to break you so badly! I want to crush you to bits! But then all will be wasted! But... but but but but but! That also seems to be a really intriguing idea!" I don't think Yo should have said this chat I think we broke him . He also sounds like he's literally about to scream cry lmao props to the va kdjdhfj

me when i get so mad i start flying

"YOOO"

ooooooo his mask is breaking!! show that eye off boy

hmmmmmmm

we are ending this part just as Zero has successfully projected horrific gore into Yo's mind for shits and giggles SDJGHDJKKDGHJSKFJDKSLIFUKGJFJDKSFJH

oh wait i forgor. tribe nine beta lol

Zero my angel I'd recognize that voice maybe not anywhere but like in some places

"kuronaka got 10 gold" *EAR BLASTING 9 HOUR LONG FANFARE*

hmmmmmmmmmm.. not saying anything but narrowing my eyes thoughtfully

they're trying to fnaf pizzeria simulator my ass, unfortunately for them I am an incredibly clever smart intelligent wise boy (looked at the art on tweeter)

they put kuronaka in the generic rpg torture dungeons💔💔💔 get well soon

shut the fuck up boyyyy look at the claypot. loook at my claypot boy

jesus stop jumpscaring me if i die my grandma will sue

im calling it now. lady goddess is just zero (and if so: gender win)

$laymate

if it does end up being zero it will be so fucking funny. please. let this manifest. me when i put some random dude in the generic rpg torture dungeons and make him look at claypots forever as form of foreplay also i pretend to be a statue

its that blue hair motherfucker from the promos or whatever

this is so fucking funny im tearing up. im tearing up. also they just implied that i was right. this is so fucking funny. vidio game brainwash yaoi. zero you silly man i desire you carnally

"well its not unusual for this man to do this kind of thing" please tell me more about zero's crimes against humanity .

forgot to mention this earlier but of course the protag has amnesia. not a proper kodaka game without an amnesiac protagonist. this is not a complaint

this is so funny. this is so funny.

redguy yellowguy leave that poor fucker alone. blueguy grayguy why are you just staring tell them to leave that poor fucker alone this is probably not how you approach a dude with amnesia who has been stuck in the generic rpg brainwash torture dungeon for an unspecified period of time

3d time. fuck that boy up guards induce a panic attack in this man

and the torture dungeons were just some random medium sized platform..... help me thats so embarrassing for kuronaka!!

"the village you were saying [sic] were all just drawings on the floor and on the walls!" THAT'S SO EMBARRASSING.... KURONAKA THAT'S SO EMBARASSING......

HE WAS 2 FUCKING YEARS STUCK IN THE GAME LMAOOOOOOOOOO THAT'S SO EMBARASSING FOR HIM

ok. ill stop being mean to him. i promise i will be nice and understanding of his situation from now on. it must be very hard and traumatizing for him.

LMAOOOOOOO HE LOOKS SO FUCKING STUPID THIS IS SO FUNNY. FUCKING IDIOT XDDDDDDDDD

also buy him brown contacts pls

ZEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fucking look at him this shit looks biblical. look at him descending onto the mortals. this is fucking jesus imagery

nice robot hands. they're not attached yet but i will force him to become a cyborg no matter how many limbs i must detach from his body

i am not ready to hit unpause. but also im yearning.

wait look at his hand pose.... awww look at him i want him carnally

alright alright whatever im unpausing.......

so 24 city is just named like that because it's the 24th city and they ran out of ideas

24 city must be a shit place to live in, a strong breeze knocks you over and you fall one kilometer onto the pavement

"... but who would have thought that there is such a surreal area here, designed just like a video game?" zero. zero would have. that man is all about vidio game addiction i called it once and ill call it again

and he called him "the masked man" i fucking cant i need t. i need to take a breather okay i cant take this anymore

zero lore listen closely now this will be on the test (instead of listening starts imagining zero touching me in a bus and gets so hrard ii passkdf uout )

Kuronaka likes tea. +1 for Kuronaka I love tea

Zero the robot enjoyer

alright, Iroha is gonna return Kuronaka's smartphone next time and I'll end it here :] twas a pleasure. transcending experience

[oppatxtme]

Christian Yu: What’s On Sight (9)

CHRISTIAN YU x READER x JAY PARK

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7  // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9 // Chapter 10 //  

WARNING: A/F - Read @ Your Own Risk

A/N: Keep in mind that English is not my native language so there might be some spelling and grammar error. Sorry for my lack of talent and I promise to work hard on this. Thank you and please enjoy. Any feedback is well loved. <3

  "Haaaish!" You are frustrated. "Why is he not answering his damn phone!"

  Again for the third time, you call Jay's number. As you try not to look at Christian who's currently walking in circles in your small living room.

  He's been like that since the both of you ended the call with Dabin. And that's almost 15 minutes ago.

 You know that he is mad at you since you didn't mention to him that you already met with Jay that day.

  He didn't say a word to you. So you're not sure what to do at that moment, you decided to just call Jay to really know what’s going on.

  Even though in that picture, your face is blurred out. You know that your face will be unraveled in no time.

  Since you know how the media works and its citizen will not be settled unless the girl's face is uncovered.

  But at that moment, the media is less of your concern. What scares you now is what can Christian do to you or Jay, for you can see that he will explode at any moment. And Jay is not picking up his damn phone is not helping at all.

  "Hello."

  "Oppa! Hello?!" You got surprised when you heard Jay's voice on the other line, finally.

  Christian's face automatically frowned looking at you when he heard you call Jay 'Oppa'. As far as he remembers you tell him that you hated addressing someone with it. That it’s too 'girly' thing for you.

  "Wow. Is it just me or you sounded happy when I answered?" You heard Jay chuckle.

  "What the heck are you talking about Oppa? I've been calling you, where the hell are you!"

  "Chill. I just got out from the old man's office. He called me when I got to the hotel and asked to meet him up. I'm heading to your place now." His sound serious.

  "What did my father say?" His seriousness makes you worry.

  "Let's talk all about it once I'm there. And make sure your boyfriend there is well aware of me coming."

  You looked at Christian. He was just watching you, his expression is mad serious.

  "Oh ~ he knows."

  "Okay, good. I'll be there."

  "Okay, but there's something else came up on the internet."

  "Yeah, I just got heads up about it. We'll talk more about it later. Okay, babygirl?"

  You nod as if he can see you then he hung up. You looked at Christian. His face seems animated. This is the first time you have seen him like that. You need to do something before Jay arrives or you don't know what will happen.

  "He's on the way, Babe."

  He just nods and turns his back on you to walk towards the kitchen. He gets something to drink out in the fridge.

  "Babe," you called him. You walk to sit on the stool and just watching him. He keeps avoiding any eye contact.

  "Water?" he asked without looking at you.

  "No thank you."

  He closed the fridge as a bottle of Heineken in his hand.

  "Christian, I know you're angry at me. So be angry at me, do what you think you need to do. Shout at me and be done with it.  Just don't give me that one-word treatment you're doing right now. I wanna know what's running in that head of yours."

  He opened the can of beer and drank almost half of it before he put his gaze on you.

  "For Chrissake I am angry Y/N, and if it is on you or with Jay? I don't know." There it was again, in his eyes, the pain. "Maybe I am angry at my fucking self for all I know. And I am doing what I think I need to do, and that's an alcohol in my system to help me process all this and just wait patiently for that man to hear what he has to say. Because honestly Y/N, that pictures all over the net is really telling me something is off with all this."

  You bite your lower lip as you felt an ache from your heart when you realize what he meant.

  "I'm sorry for all of this Christian, I really am. But if you need to be mad or angry at someone, it's me. This whole thing was because of me. I am so stupid to let myself be seen in public with Jay."

  "Why are you with him in the first place Y/N? That's what's bugging me at this point. You even failed to inform me about it." He was hurt. Felt been betrayed, by you.

  "It was.. because-"

  "Because of what? Are you not telling me something Y/N? Because I can sense that there still something. And looking at you acting like that is as if you're not the Y/N I know."

  "I don't know what you are saying Barom." You shook your head with confusion written all over your face. "But this morning, Jay came to the office to talk with me."

  "And why is that?"

  "Because he tries to call me last night but I blocked him. And he knew about you, so he wanted to know if my dad knows about us. Then he was telling something about some plan of his but I really don't get it that's why I told him to just talk it with you."

  "And I assumed all of that is discuss during that lunch photos we've seen on the net?"

  You looked down and just nod.

  "Y/N.."

  You look up at him.

  But before he can even say something, you heard your doorbell chimed. Both of you looked at the way thru your door.

  You swallowed hard. You knew who it was. There's a voice in your head that you don't want to open it, but you have to.

  You heard Christian sigh deeply and started walking towards the door. So you just walked behind him and stop midway and let him open the door.

  As the door swang open, you saw Jay's face. He look's fine as always and he didn't even get surprised to see Christian open the door for him as if he was already expecting him to do so.

  "Ian," he said as he let out his right hand to handshake with Christian.

  "Jay," Christian said as he just lightly taps at Jay's hand and nods.

  Jay smirked at how Christian greeted him. You just tilted your head to the side as you thought that this will gonna be a long day indeed.

    This is insane ~ You thought for yourself as you busied in your small kitchen to make the two-man that are now facing each other in your living room a cup of coffee. You sure hoped that the coffee will lessen the intense atmosphere between the two.

  You looked at your wristwatch. It's already past 6 in the evening. Almost dinner time. You already assumed that this talk would last a long one, so you pulled out your mobile and texted someone.

  Then you put the coffee you made on the tray and served it to them. When you are done, you sit beside Christian. And as if on cue, his left arm went around you. As if sending Jay a silent message. As a reaction from Jay, he just smirked.

  'Okay, this will definitely a long night ~' you thought for yourself.

  "So, before we can start anything. I like to clarify something." Jay started. "Ian, I assumed that Y/N here already informs you of the situation we're in?"

  Christian just nod. "It was all recently, so I'm a bit surprised at it," Christian added.

  "It sure is, to tell you the truth - I didn't know that Mr. Y/L/N is Y/N father until the other day. So I do hope you won't get any wrong ideas about this." Jay seems calm and well careful in his words. "But may I know when did the two of you start dating?"

   Christian's grip on your shoulder tighten.

  "It's been half a year." Christian lied, obviously, but you knew it was needed to make a point for Jay.

  "Half a year already and yet her father seems not to know about it. All he knew was you and Y/N are friends." you can tell that Jay is not buying it.

  "Oppa ~ I haven't talked to my dad ever since I broke up with my ex. But like I told you earlier, I already plan to tell him about us, but this happens." You informed Jay.

  Jay just nods and seems like he was thinking of something else when Christian caught his attention.

  "Y/N mention me something that you have some plan that you needed to talked to me about?" Christian sounded hella serious.

  You didn't know was Christian is currently controlling all his anger towards Jay. Because if he didn't, who knows what he might do if this goes on.

  First, about the rumors he was saying to his crew. Christian and Jay are in the same circle, so whatever rumors are passed on, it will surely go places and will be recognized by others.

  Second, the pictures on the internet. The rumors he can handle since it was a baseless rumor that he can shut down easily once you and Christian have seen together not as friends but more than that. But now that the pictures are all on the internet, the whole Korea knew about Jay having someone. And what's more is that Christian have this feeling that the pictures were not accidentally, that it was planned by none other than by Jay.

  Third, the fact that you called Jay 'Oppa' is making his blood boil. You knew how he really wanted for you to call him that ever since he even ask you to just mention the word with aegyo for his birthday gift but you wouldn't do it. Now he can hear you say it all over again, but not for him but for Jay.

  And lastly, when Jay walked pass him when he opened the door, it hit him. That the day he arrived, you smelled like Jay. He didn't know how on earth you caught to smell like him but what he can't accept is the fact that you choose to be with him rather than fetch him on the airport. And again you lied your way to Jay.

  Christian sigh heavily as his fingers comb his hair. He needs to act accordingly and don't let his guard down. He knew something was off between you and Jay, and he will find what it was even knowing that may hurt him.

  "Look, Ian, I am here not to steal Y/N away from you or anything like that. I am here because I need Y/N's help and your understanding of this matter. This issue concerns more about me and Y/N's father than you or Y/N. Because Y/N's father offers me something to become Y/N's husband. I accepted it since I badly needed what he handed to me for my company and not because I have feelings for Y/N. You have your own thing so you can get what I'm trying to say here." Christian understand what Jay was saying. He just nodded to let Jay continue.

  "After me and Y/N have our litter talk early this day, her father called me to his office. He showed me the pictures that now are all over the net. Not like us, he seems pleased with it. And even mentioning that it's going as he wanted to. By that, he doesn't need to keep an eye on Y/N since she's with me. And with that, I knew my idea will work for all of us." Jay sounded confident that make Christian and you curious about his plan.

  "What are you saying Oppa?"

  "Are you saying that we need to go thru with the wedding? And you just mentioned that you're not here to steal Y/N." Christian let out a sarcastic laugh.

  "I am like I said, I am here to ask for her help and your understanding man." Jay stayed calm. "You can judge me all you want after hearing my side. Even though Y/N already agreed to this earlier."

  Christian automatically turn to look at you after hearing that. You were surprised on what Jay said that you didn't manage to react. Christian gave you a knowing look.

  "Look here Ian, the old man mention something to me earlier." Christian looked at him again and raise a brow. "That he already knew your feelings towards Y/N and he also made it clear that he doesn't like the idea of you being Y/N's husband. So my plan will really save the both of you the trouble facing the old man."

  "That's not true." You said implying that your Dad doesn't like Christian. Jay looked at you as he shook his head. You tried to lean forward to catch Christian's eyes.

  "What's your point Park?" as he looks only to Jay. Jay grinned at how Christian address him.

  "I know, you know what’s my point there Yu. So my plan here that I already mention to Y/N is if we keep the engagement and be married for at least a year."

  Hearing that made Christian's body stiff and his face sharpen then he looked at you all of a sudden. You can see in his eyes the confusion and unsureness. And you understand him and you felt sad that you're causing him all this.

  That made you worried, you don't want him to hear all this shit from Jay. You just place your hand behind him and caressing his back. You want him to feel that you are there, that it's okay if he won't agree with Jay at all. That even if your father is against with the relationship, you don't care.

  So what you did next was just smile at him. Assuring smile that you wonder how did you even pull it. Maybe because you knew that whatever happens, the both of you will deal with it together. As long as you knew Christian was there for you, hell to everything else because he was all that matter.

  In you, you knew there's no way Christian will agree to what Jay wants to happen. You already inform Jay that if Christian doesn't agree to this, you can't do anything about it.

  "Let's just put an act for the public," Jay said that made you and Christian looked at him. "Just a year Yu, me and Y/N will be married just in papers and act like it for the public’s eye and for the old man. Of course, I won't force Y/N at anything for it's all an act and everything will be agreed by both party - that is me and the two of you. And since the public already knew that the two of you are close, there's no need for explanation needed if the two of you might be seen in public once in a while. By that, the two of you can keep the relationship you have as lowkey as possible since the public and her old man knew was the two of us being married." Jay looked the two of you looking for any reaction on what he said.

  "Oppa?!"

  "Are you gone nuts Park?! I'll be damn to agree with that. Even if I understand your needs, don't even think that I can trust you with Y/N!"

  "I know that you will say that," It was Jay's turn to sigh. "But do you not have any trust with Y/N and with her decision? Think about it Yu, if you refuse this and both of you will go declare your relationship with the old man. Do you think he will just sit and accept it? Even now that he's the one behind that pictures on the internet? You and Y/N will surely go thru hell."

  "Do you think that your suggestion is not hell enough?"

  "Compared to what can the old man do? No. You don't know what he can do. He can easily bring the whole DPR to ruins like he's about to do with mine if I don't go thru this married thing. At least with that, we have the control with everything. Once Y/N and I are married, he will be less focus on Y/N and you. She can do anything she wants without his father monitoring her every time. Just think about it."

  You just went all silent. All Jay mentioned was too much for you to handle, just imagining it made your head hurts. Jay really thought thru this.

  "Still ~ What if I won't agree with the wedding?" Christian asked you can feel that he hate everything that Jay says.

  "You still don't get it, man." Jay's seems near to his limit to calm his temper. "First, I don't see any choice for the both of you to continue what you have at peace. Lastly, the reason I asked for a year because I signed a paper with the old man before he gave me what I needed. I need to marry Y/N and within a year, I need to fulfill and prove to be a good husband to Y/N, if not or failed to do so, the two record label and all the assets I have will be transferred under the old man. Now, do you get how big of a deal this is for me?"

  "That's all bull, Jay!"

  "My dad can't do that Oppa ~"

  "I'm telling the truth. That's how your father does business Y/N. He doesn't want for you to know this since, for him, it would hurt your feelings. Business, this is what this is all about."

   "I know ~" a tear scape your eyes, you wipe it immediately before them seeing but failed. "That's why ~ that is why I hated him and his business. I'm tired of my dad controlling me and treating me as one of his business assets. I'll do anything just to escape and be free from his control. But still ~" you looked down. Lost for words to express how you really felt about how your Dad sees you. It hurts you to accept the fact.

  "Marry me Y/N. And I promise you I'll do anything for you to be free from your old man. That's the least I can assure you Y/N to make amends to what I've done in the past."

  "Oppa ~" you looked at Jay and saw how sincere he was.

  "Stop right there! Did you just propose to my girlfriend Park? And what past are you both talking about? Babe?" Christian looked at you and waiting for your answer.

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Roman Reigns - What Did I Just Witness...

Roman Reigns - Prompt #24 and #86: “Are you drunk?” and “Why are you walking around naked?”

- Warnings - Swearing, Sexual References.

Word Count - 1,666 words.

Requested by: Anon.

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“Woo!” You and several of your other girlfriends screamed as the last of the twelve men shut the door to your hired Las Vegas Mansion, leaving you all to get along with your huge girly night in. Most of the girls in the group had continuously bugged you about why you weren’t going on some wild night out to enjoy the nightlife of Vegas- your answer of ‘I don’t want to some big ass hangover on my wedding day’ was a simple yet effective way in shutting them up. One weekend in Vegas was all you had with the hectic schedule Roman and you were confined to therefore you had to make the most of what you had. Of course, Bachelor and Bachelorette parties on the Saturday and your Wedding Day on the Sunday. Yeah, not the smartest idea in the whole world... The day was all set to be perfect; what your dreams were made of, the picture you imagined at the age of five. The single greatest day of your life. A loud shrill of one of your bestfriends however broke you out of your small daydream.

“It’s time to partayyy” Nikki screamed whilst popping the first of what seemed to be endless bottles of champagne. You solely giggled at her as she began to haphazardly pour glasses for everyone, all except the very pregnant Brie who remained rolling her eyes at her clearly overly-eager twin.

“It’s hardly even a party,” you chimed in. “More like a bunch of girls wearing face masks, getting absolutely pissed out of their minds whilst watching some random ass shows on the television.” Your small remark caused a flurry of cackles to erupt from the women scattered around the lavish living area.

“Hey, it’s a celebration and a celebration means a party you bitch.” Renee practically screeched in your ear as she began hugging you, ultimately causing both of your bodies to topple over and land lying tightly against each other. Yeah... basically spooning... You shook your head and plainly laughed at the already slightly tipsy blonde as all the other girls nodded and hummed in agreement of Renee’s previous statement.

~ Later On ~

Somehow still after two whole hours, you were sprawled on the sofa in the ever-so-slightly peculiar position with your friend. Face masks were done, alcohol had been consumed by almost everyone- maybe a little too much and at this point it was clear to see everyone was just waiting for their ‘men’ to return from whatever adventures they decided to embark on. God only knows what time they’d be back though. “Alright let’s talk about some girly things,” Naomi muttered, breaking the silence that had formed in the room. An instant sense of fear rushed over you- I mean who wouldn’t be a little scared, they were bound to come up with the most awkward or ridiculous questions going.

“I’ll start!” Nattie pretty much begged, leaving you with basically no choice but to nod in agreement. “So Y/N... How are you feeling, like you’re getting married tomorrow!?” It all seemed so crazy. Yours and Roman’s relationship never truly was a secret, news spread 3 years ago exactly a week after you’d been on your first official date. Everything just seemed so right with him so why would you have kept it as any form of secret? He just knew you and you knew him... it was almost as if he was a part of you; to the point where if he left you wouldn’t know how to cope. It was as if commitment was an easy thing to agree to; but only with him. 

Questions continued to flow around a circle from the 3 seated on the other sofa to the others who were left on the floor. “Alright, so Y/N, have you talked about kids with Roman?” Lana questioned, shifting her body on the immaculate flooring to be rested on her elbows. 

“Erm, I mean yeah we’ve discussed it and we both do want kids but like I just don’t want to really stop work you know.” That was a tricky situation in itself to even remotely talk about. Yeah, you wanted kids and yeah it’d be incredible with Roman but just the simple thought of potentially stopping your dream career was heartbreaking. Of course, it’d happen eventually, just not anytime soon.

The spiral of questions soon reached the final person, Renee. “Well the real question is... how’s he in bed?” You instantly felt your cheeks flush a bright crimson and a smirk etched its way onto your face. “Awh well that just means he’s great then.” Renee responded to your visible answer through the form of complete embarrassment.

A mass of ‘awhs’ arose during the crowd before a sharp click virtually silenced them. Your body immediately shot up as seeing your soon-to-be husband enter through the door, a small velvet box cupped in his hands. “Hey babygirl.” He mumbled bringing you into a tight embrace as you rushed towards him. “I have something for you. I’ve been told every bride should have something old, new, borrowed and blue and since you already have the new dress, the old hair-piece and Nikki’s white Louboutins, I decided to get you this. He gently opened the tiny box, revealing a perfect pair of blue diamond earrings which instantly left you gushing in pure astonishment. 

“Oh my god Roman. I seriously can’t believe you, these must have cost a fortune!” You babbled on, tugging your long hair into a loosely knotted bun.

“Don’t worry about that babygirl. Tomorrow’s our day.” Romans voice always soothed you, whether it’d be before you fell asleep or after a stressful day at work. He always seemed to have that trick up his sleeve; that way of making everything feel as though it was going to be okay- well, more than that... perfect. His fingers intertwined with the fallen strands of hair framing your face before he delicately placed his soft lips against yours. It wasn’t long before the rest of the guys entered the house, greeting their other halves. “Okay Y/N I’m going to head to bed before I literally pass out.”

“Alright we are going in like 5 minutes but I’m gonna stay the night in Renee’s room since I figured we shouldn’t see each other tomorrow, you know superstition and all that...so I guess I’ll see you tomorrow handsome. Night babe.” You explained releasing your arms from his extremely attractive, toned biceps to watch him walk away. All the guys seemed to have the same idea, heading towards the barrage of different bedrooms in the distant corridor. “Erm Dean your bedroom should be the second on the left. Everyone else knows where they are.”

You slumped back onto the sofa to continue your conversations with the girls for a little longer. The conversations were solely supposed to last five minutes; those 5 minutes soon turned into 10. “He’s just really sweet and gentle you know.” You answered to Maryse’s prior question, not realizing the immediate switch in Tamina’s facial expressions. 

“My god, my eyes hurt. I’m not supposed to be seeing this.” She blurted out, shielding her eyes with the palms of her hands. What the hell was going on!?

“Gurl... you’re so getting it good.” Naomi’s words directed towards you. Utter confusion was the only thing on your mind right now. Your back was faced away from whatever had caused this mixture of reactions wherein all the rest of the group were gasping in shock as well. 

You sat up in a fast pace, head already pounding to turn to witness that... it. “Roman what the actual fuck!? Why are you walking around naked?” There he was stood... your future husband. No towel, no boxers, nothing... just bare. “Are you drunk? There has to be some reason at least for this.”

“No! I swear I am not drunk, it’s just he was there and we were spooning and-” His words were cut off not only due to the eruptions of laughter filling the atmosphere but the urgent ‘what!?’ that rolled off your tongue. 

Soon after the faint sound of footsteps could be distinguished, getting louder every second until another lean build came into view. “Ah shit.” Dean’s raspy voice muttered as he then realized everyone staring his direction. “Well, this is awkward.”

“Renee... can you please explain to me why both of our men are standing in front of everyone butt naked? Cos’ I can’t.” You questioned turning to your friend, your tone becoming more and more sarcastic by the minute as you desperately tried to seek an answer to this.

“Look Y/N, I was just lying there minding my own business, doing my sleeping and then I feel someone get into bed so obviously I’m like oh that’s you. So then I start spooning this person, naked might I add and then realised. Why the hell are you so bloody hairy... So I ran out thinking you guys would stick to your word and be gone but here I am. Naked.” It was hard to even take this partially seriously, like come on; Roman and Dean. You tried to keep it cool but it was just way too difficult at this point and you couldn’t contain the fit of laughter forming inside of you. It was even hard to find breath in between the on-going giggles leaving your mouth- it was borderline impossible! 

It seemed like that with the other girls as well, it was just surprising how none of the other guys woke up. I guess they were pretty drunk then... That’s surely the only reason they weren’t able to hear the roars of eleven high-pitched giggles. Well, what would have been twelve, however it didn’t seem as though Tamina was enjoying this whole situation... at all. “Okay you know what, all of you guys can’t stop fucking laughing so Roman can you go and put some clothes on before my eyes literally burn.”

A/N - Okay it’s finally done after having to restart the whole thing -.- Anyways who doesn’t love a little bit of Roman so I hope you enjoyed this one as much as I do! xo ~ Nikkii.

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Pairing: no pairing

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Y/N littlesis! Winchester

Warnings: John (?), swearing, violence

Summary: You´re littlesis Winchester and live with your two older brothers Sam (18 y/o) and Dean (22 y/o), and your father. You have a very close relationship with your brothers, but the same can´t be said about you and your father. What will happen, when on one evening your own father hits you?

Word count: 2467

A/N: Hello everyone! Heads up, I don´t really like John. At all. And you´ll see it pretty clearly while reading this. I absolutely love angst, so you´ll also see a lot of it too in this story. And also english isn´t my first language, so I´m very sorry about all the possible grammar mistakes! Either way, I hope you guys like it!

 I guess I wasn´t in the best terms with John… I mean my father. He had always hated me, why? You may ask. Well it´s quite simple actually. I´m a girl, that´s why. He never wanted a girl, he wanted three sons. Even though his relationship with Sam and Dean, wasn´t perfect, he wanted for them to stay around, he didn´t want to hunt alone. But for me? He thought I was useless. He always wanted me to come hunting, probably hoping something would kill me someday, but Dean and Sam wouldn´t let that happen. That´s because they care for me, they love me, and always said that hunting was too dangerous. John had started training me sense I was five years old! I knew I could handle it. So yeah, that is my life, having two overprotective older brothers, and one drunk careless father.

 I looked in to the mirror, my everyday look was complete. Black leggings, AC/DC t-shirt, black leatherjacket, little bit of makeup and my dark brown hair pulled into a messy bun. At the moment we were living in a detached house in a small town in Iowa. The main reason we came here, is because there´s a big vampire nest that needs to be taken care of. I hate that I have to change schools so often, so i´m happy that we get to stay here for at least three months. I exit my room and start to make my way towards kitchen. “Good morning princess!” Dean says as I step inside the kitchen. “Morning.” I reply. Sam kisses the top of my head as I pass him on my way to the fridge. I take yoghurt and sit down next to Dean. “I´m sorry we won´t be able to pick you up after school today.” Dean said. “We´ll be going on hunt straight after dropping you off at school and we´ll be back pretty late” I scooped yoghurt in my mouth. “Yeah that´s okay, I´ll just take the bus.” I smiled at Dean. “Why can´t you take the bus to school then?” Grumpy looking John said as he stepped in to the room. I sighed, he had a bad day, once again… “No, we can take her to school just fine.” Sam said. John muttered something and walked out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee. “We better get going kiddo, go get your bag.” Dean said. “Oh right, I´ll also brush my teeth, it´ll only take a second!” Sam laughed, “That´s what you always say and end up being late from school.”

 ~~Time Skip~~

 Thank gosh, school day had finally come to an end. I put my books in my bag from my locker, and started making my way to bus. People still gave me weird looks in school, not just because I was still kinda new around here, but because I was different, I was pretty much the only one who dressed the way I dressed. All the other girls were so, well… girly. But I didn’t care, I liked my style, I liked being little different, even though it was pretty hard making friends. “Hello there you hottie.” The school´s biggest jerk said as he sat next to me on a bus seat. “Hello there you fuckboy who I don´t recall wanting to talk to.” I said and put on my earbuds. “C´mon babygirl, talk to me.” He said and took my other earbud off. “No, leave me alone!” I said and looked out of the window.

  After for what felt like forever, I finally got to home. As expected no one was home yet. I went upstairs to my room and started doing my homework. At 6pm I was done and decided to go get some food. I made a sandwich and went to living room and started watching Grey´s Anatomy.

 It was already 8pm and I was getting a little worried, why were they taking so long? A loud BANG from the door startled me and a very drunk John made his way through the door. “Oh, hey dad. You scared me.” I said. His eyes found me and he looked very angry. “Is everything okay? Where´s Sam and Dean?” I asked worriedly. He took a big swig from a bottle of some hard liquor I just noticed he had in his hand. “I don´t know. And I don´t care.” He slurred. I stood up. “What do you mean you don´t know?” I said a little louder this time. “Are they hurt? What happened?!” I could see the boiling anger rising in his eyes. I got a little scared, he has never looked this mad before. “I left! I couldn´t bother to stay there. It isn´t my fucking fault that your brothers let one vampire get away. They can deal with rest of the nest by themselves!” He shouted. I took a step forward, now getting angry myself. “How the hell could you do that?! You can´t just leave them alone with a whole nest! What kind of a father does that?!” I screamed at him. All the sudden he threw the bottle on to a wall and glass went everywhere. “Don´t you dare talk to your father like that you worthless little bitch!” He shouted and raised his fist and hit me hard on my cheek. I instantly fell to the floor and felt horrible pain in my head, but also on my hands and back because the glass on the floor had cut wounds on my skin. I cried out in pain as John pulled my head up with my hair. “You are nothing. You´re absolutely worthless. I wish you were never born!” He yelled and dropped me on to the floor. “And if you say ANYTHING to your brothers, I will kill you!” He shouted and kicked me hard on my stomach and started walking to his room.

 I was shaking and crying on the floor. How could he do something like that? He has yelled at me before, but he has never physically hurt me before. I was so scared and weak. But then I realized, Sam and Dean could come home any minute and they couldn´t see me like this. I couldn´t even imagine what John would do if Sam and Dean found out. He´s probably quite literally kill me. My first attempt trying to stand up failed and I fell back on the floor. Second time I succeeded even though my head kept spinning. I went to my bathroom and looked myself on the mirror. There was a little cut on my cheek, but that would be easy to cover up. There wasn´t a bruise on my cheek… at least yet. There was few cuts on my arms and hands and on my back. I cleaned my cuts and covered up the one on my cheek. I raised my shirt and realized that there was going to a big bruise on my stomach tomorrow.

  I pulled on a sweater and decided to go downstairs to clean up the glass from the floor. I had just come downstairs and was about to start picking up the glass when I saw front door opening. Oh no! What am I going to do? “Hey Y/N/N” “Hello princess.” Sam and Dean greeted me. I went to hug them. “What took you so long? I was so worried.” They both embraced me. “I´m so sorry Y/N that we didn´t call. When dad left we were so busy that there was just no time to call.” Sam explained. “Yeah, it was hella big of a nest!” Dean added. I stepped behind from the hug. “It´s okay, i´m just happy that you aren´t hurt.” I said relieved. “Where´s dad Y/N?” Sam asked angrily. “Umm… he´s in his room.” I said with shaky breath. Dean and Sam both looked at me worriedly. “Y/N/N is everything okay? Sam said. “Yeah, you don´t look so well dear.” Dean added. I put on most realistic smile I could. “Yes i´m fine! Everything´s okay!” I said and turned around to go somewhere. That´s when Sam saw it. “Y/N. Why is there broken glass and blood on the floor?” He said with an extremely worried voice. I turned around and tried to figure out what to say. Dean couldn´t find words to say anything, he just stood there, looking at me and the glass. “ I accidentally dropped a glass and then stepped on it… I was just about to clean it up.” I explained. Sam and Dean both looked at me thinking something. “No Y/N, what really happened?” Sam repeated. “I told you. It´s the truth. It was just an accident!” I replied a little bit too fast. “Are you sure that everything´s okay?” Dean asked. “Yes I am! Don´t worry guys.” I smiled and started picking up the glass. Sam and Dean sat on the couch and put the tv on.

 When I was done cleaning up the glass I heard John coming downstairs. I was so scared to see him that I went to sit between Sam and Dean on the couch. Even though I was more scared than I had ever been, I felt a little more safe when Sam put his arm around me. “I see the whoole family is together.” John slurred. “Are you drunk?” Dean said angrily and stood up. “And what if I am?” He replied back. “You left me and Sam alone to deal with a huge nest of vampires just to go get drunk! Then you get your drunk ass home where your daughter is! What the hell is wrong with you?!” Dean yelled. Sam took better hold of me because he knew that I hated seeing either one of them fighting with John. I buried my head in Sam´s chest. “I can do whatever the hell I want! I´m your father, you can´t tell me what to do!” John shouted. “Get out. At least for the night. We don´t want you here that drunk. Y/N is scared of you, so come back when you´re sober.” Sam said. “I couldn´t care less if that little bitch is scared!” His rough words went right through me. “GET OUT!” Dean shouted louder than he had ever before. With burning anger in his eyes. John stood there silent for a minute and then walked out of the house.

 As soon as the door was closed, I felt tears running down my cheeks. Dean turned around and the second he saw my tears, his anger vanished and he rushed on the couch beside me. “Shh Y/N, don´t cry. Everything´s okay, he´s gone.” He said and pulled me in his arms. I cried in Dean´s embrace for a while and then stood up. “I´m tired, I think I´m going to bed.” I said, and wiped the last tear from the corner of my eye. Sam and Dean both also stood up and hugged me once more. “Good night princess.” “Good night Y/N/N, we love you.” “I love you too.” I smiled and went to my room.

 I couldn´t sleep at all. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw John, fist up in the air, ready to hit me. I couldn´t even enjoy that it was saturday, because I knew, that John would come back today. I left my comfortable bed behind me, and went to the kitchen. Sam and Dean were still asleep, and I was relieved that John hadn´t come back yet. I grabbed some orange juice and toast and sat on the table. “Good morning Y/N/N.” I heard Sam say behind me. “Morning.” I said without looking at him, I was too focused on the magazine I was reading. Apparently some woman got put in prison for 15 years for a crime she didn´t commit. The article was quite fascinating. “Y/N! Can you hear me? I just asked you where´s the cereal?” Sam laughed. “Oh yeah, they´re on the middle shelf beside the oven.” I said. As soon as I rose my head and faced Sam, his smile dropped. He stared at me silently for a minute and then asked.

“Y/N, why do you have a terrible bruise on your cheek?” His voice was quiet and his look was extremely worried. I had completely forgotten to cover up my bruise! What was I going to do?! I was starting to freak out. I couldn´t come up with any lie, I was too scared. “What´s going on in here?” Dean walked in the room. He stopped dead on his tracks when he saw my cheek. “Y/N, what is that?” He said, now in a low serious voice. I couldn´t keep it in anymore. I had to tell them, I was too terrified, too scared. I fell on my knees on to the floor and burst out crying. “I-I-I´m s-so sorry.” I cried and buried my face in my hands. Immediately Sam and Dean were on my side. “Y/N tell us, what happened.” Sam tried to soothe me. I couldn´t say a full sentence because of my sobbing so I tried to calm down a little. “Dad… He...” “He did what?” Dean said, now anger rising in his voice. “He hit me.” I cried out. “WHAT!?” They both practically yelled. “W-when he came home last night, drunk, I-I started yelling at him for leaving you guys alone, and t-then he got mad at me and he h-hit me…” I said between the sobs. “Sam and Dean pulled me in their arms and tried to calm me down. “I´m so sorry Y/N… I´m so sorry.” Sam said repeatedly. Dean stayed silent, but when I looked up, I saw tear running down his cheek.

 When I had finally stopped crying we all stood up. “We´re leaving.” Dean said, and Sam nod at him as a sign of agreement. “What do you mean?” I asked confused. “He hit you Y/N. I won´t let anyone near you, who has hurt you. We´ll leave, go somewhere. Get a new place to live in.” “He was a horrible father anyways, we won´t need him for anything.” Sam added. “Thank you. Thank you so much.” I said. Dean kissed the top of my head and said “Anything for you princess. Now, go get your stuff, we´re leaving as soon as possible.”

 We had been driving for about an hour now. I had kept me eyes on the view the whole time. Everything was about to change. I would never again have to see someone who hated me every day. I would never again have to hear those terrible words come out of his mouth. I would never again have to be scared to go home. Not having a mother sucks. But not having a father, is way better, than having a horrible one.

      A/N: Well there you guys go! My first ever fanfiction. Please tell me what did you think! As an beginner I absolutely need feedback, so I would reaaally appreciate it if you guys could tell me what you liked about the story and what do I need to work on. Also as I said, english isn´t my first language so you can always correct my grammar. Anyways, I hope you really liked the story and I would be soo happy if you would leave me some requests!

-Dassie