#thank You for sticking around actually LOL at times i wonder if my followers from last summer have all gone by now 😭

[yandere-sins]

Not really a request but if you have any yan wuwa thought, pls share bestie I am STAVREDDD

i am constantly thinking about Scar!! man is not leaving my head!! i‘ll probably write something properly for him tomorrow but here are my late night (unedited lol) thoughts just for you ❤️

> Scar gives a lot of nicknames like his favorite follower, little lamb or sheepy (also depends on the situation but he might call you his sleepy sheepy—he do be silly like that). Either way he rarely uses your real name, so you know shit is about to go down when he does.

> He drags you anywhere and calls it a date. Given, most places are really dangerous but although the situations might scare you, Scar is there to protect you and play hero (even though it‘s his fault you turned out to be a damsel in distress, pretty sure he angers TDs so they‘ll go after you and then get rid of them to make himself look better). He wouldn‘t let you get harmed, and the poor soul who put a scratch on you because they are in for a bad bad time! No one gets to mark you—except Scar (;

> Ultimately he‘s super clingy though. He may distance himself to scare you but he‘d never leave you anywhere, sticking to you like gum to your shoes even if he sends you on errands. He isn‘t subtle about it either and likes to touch and grope you in the middle of the city while you wait for your order to be ready. You‘re just too adorable when you‘re flustered! And hey, the coat he put over you didn‘t allow anyone to see anything, it‘s just for Scar‘s eyes after all ;)

> The clinginess totally transferred into nighttime as well. He just won‘t leave you alone even as he mumbles into your ear throughout the night (I think he sleep talks! Most of it doesn‘t make sense but oftentimes it‘s your name or whimpering from nightmares.) He also gropes while he‘s asleep and drapes himself over you. Sometimes you doubt it‘s unintentional… Boy needs your warmth and comfort so he can get some sleep :((((

> Destroys all your clothes so you have to wear what he gives you. Need I say more? And yes, the onigiri returns 🍙

> Will get really calm and serene if you pet his head, comb through or play his hair, or really show any kind of physical affection. Good for calming him down if he gets upset and you are scared for your life. It takes a lot of time until he‘s satisfied though, so you might be in an awkward position for a long time.

> Strangely possessive when around his colleagues. Wonder what he‘s so afraid of that he won‘t let them near you at all.

> Punishment includes locking you in his ✨space✨ ( I forgot what it‘s called) making you run from illusions and his monsterform. You only get released when you cried and screamed enough, terrified out of your mind. Scar actually enjoys feeling you shiver in his arms for hours after, knowing he put that fear into you and he can be there for you.

> Now that I wrote it out, he‘s a fucking bully isn‘t he. But you are so cute when you are distraught, scared, or everything at once! How can he help himself when his little sheep learns that they are only save in his arms?

Thanks for asking for my thoughts, ana! Hope this satiated you a bit!! Have a good night ❤️

[blissfullyecho]

Hey echo!! I’ve been following you for a while on my old tumblr account and even bought your book and toolkit which has been a game changer! Was wondering if you have some tips on looksmaxxing for black women- I do agree that looking the prettiest does get you far in life. Also where can I preorder your book? Thank you for the advice you post- I love how you keep it real! I used to be one of the girls that believed in manifestation, affirmations and subs, but you brought me back to reality!

Looksmaxxing Tips

Source: I’m from Miami and currently live in LA.

Disclaimer: I already know I’ll get cancelled for this but this is for the girls who get it.

Hey! Aw you don’t have to be anon 🤍 thank you so much for your support!! Like truly that was very nice and I’m happy you’re still around after my hiatus. First things first, this post is going to get me in trouble but… I’ll do it lol. Remember that time I was cancelled for saying we should be shaving our underarms?

YOUR BODY IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOUR FACE

You know it’s true. You know when you look like you take care of yourself, people treat you better. Yes, you NEED to make sure you’re at a healthy weight. Your face can be absolutely busted, but if you have a nice body, you get a pass. I’m half Hispanic, and my background and your background tends to get on the heavier side pretty quickly. There is so many scientific research about how we develop Type 2 Diabetes quicker and we’re globally at a higher weight. So this is the part when I’m gonna get cancelled: you have to be fit. You have to be in shape. You have to have muscle. You have to be tight and toned.

———- WORKOUTS I RECOMMEND

1. Pilates $$-$$$

2. Barre $$-$$$

3. Running/Sprinting/Walking/Stairmaster $-$$

4. Kickboxing $-$$

5. Solid Core, Barry’s, SoulCycle, Pelaton, etc. $$-$$$

6. Growing Anna Nas (YouTube. For some reason I can’t link YouTube links) $0

7. Pamela Rief (YouTube) $0

8. MadFit (Youtube) $0

——— MY DIET TIPS

1. I eat whatever I want, but I eat so in moderation. It’s so important that you don’t deprive yourself because this should be a lifestyle. I get lunch portions, kids meals, the smallest size of unhealthy foods (like I would get a small fry for example), etc. Ben & Jerry’s has the really tiny ice cream cups that I’ll get if I want something sweet. But food known to cause weight gain, I’ll still eat them but I won’t have normal portions of it because normal portions of those kinds of foods are literally 1,000+ calories.

2. I’m against drinking my calories unless it’s a meal replacement (like a smoothie)

3. I practice intermittent fasting. I’ve done 18:6, 16:8, 20:4, and 23:1. They are all great. I think it’s healthy to give your body a rest from eating throughout the day to allow it to digest. I eat from 12pm-6pm some days, but some days if I’m going out to dinner, I push it back to maybe 4pm-10pm. So many benefits to this, do your research.

4. I don’t eat carbs for dinner. Carbs are essential for energy. Why do I need energy at night? Protein, healthy fats, and veggies is what I stick to. I limit carbs to my smoothie and lunch. But my main dish is never a carb; I like fat and protein as my main dish with a SIDE of carbs like rice or a side pasta dish.

I don’t recommend Ozempic or other alternatives! You’ll get the Ariana Grande sunken in face and look absolutely insane. That’s the side effect that scares me the most, and it usually happens later on after being on Ozempic for it to take affect. I want to keep my face plump.

DON’T TOUCH YOUR FACE SURGICALLY

I’m always a fan of a good rhinoplasty, but make sure you come to LA for one. NYC has really good doctors too. Never, EVER get your surgeries done in Miami. Business is so shady in Miami that I don’t trust it. I’m not telling you to get a nose job— I’m saying that’s the only procedure I’m actually for and not against.

I used to get Botox and I stopped. The problem with Botox is that is prevents muscle movement, which will develop muscle atrophy. Meaning, your face muscles will lose shape and strength sooner than normal, and your face will start to sag. My credentials is that I have a nursing degree and I dated a plastic surgeon over the last year.

I’m sure you don’t need lip filler, but a little (like half a syringe) to make your lips go out further is a GAME CHANGER. Just make sure you dissolve filler each time you decide you want a touch-up.

Another trend is buccal fat removal— I don’t know WHY people are wanting the snatched face because it makes you look so horse-like and old. I’m only talking to those who don’t naturally have a snatched face. There’s a difference between looking puffy, and having face fat. Face fat is good, it keeps you looking youthful! So don’t get that done.

Stay away from all other fillers.

COME TO LA FOR BODY PLASTIC SURGERY

I’m the biggest advocate for breast augmentations. I got my boobs done because I wanted them to look more perfect. You just have to make sure you go to a good doctor. Don’t be cheap with it. But getting your boobs done just elevates your look but don’t get crazy. A perky C cup is fine, even a perfect D cup is fine. Get the boobies up and perky. Push-ups and other chest workouts are good to start doing but they’re not going to be total game-changers. If you like your boobs, great. But if you want that perfect body inside and outside of clothes, get the girls up. Give them some volume.

If you have extra flab or skin, go for the non surgical procedures!! I got Morpheus8 done on my inner thighs because I had a bit of loose skin from weight loss (it was like 50lb weight loss and I lost it fast) and my thighs are sucked in and cute now). But it depends on what they have but go to a medical spa ran by a plastic surgeon. Don’t go to the commercial med spas or anything.

Body Gua-Sha is really good to do as well to help shape you up a little. I do this after every morning shower.

GET A SPRAY TAN

Yes, you should get a spray tan. I know you don’t need one, but your skin tone would pop so much more if you got one and they hide so many imperfections on your skin. Everyone looks better tan— everyone. It’s giving summer vibes all year round and I’m here for it. My black friends get spray tans and I’ve seen the difference in real time. Skin just looks so much healthier and younger with a spray tan. But it has to be a spray tan, it has to be a little artificial to look good lol. I know people swear the sun is the best but when I go out in the sun, I turn grey!!!! I turn such a weird color but because I fake tan, I keep my golden color without looking moldy lol. It’s giving that SpongeBob episode when he had the suds. Try it once and tell me how it goes lol. I swear you’ll be obsessed. I actually want you to message me and lmk.

MAKEUP, LASH EXTENSIONS, MICROBLADING

Your lashes should be undetectable. Classic natural set with a wispy and individual mix ONLY. Lashes should only be used for a thicker lash line, NOT for length. If you get strip lashes, make sure they’re natural and WISPY. The more natural and effortless the better. You also look younger and classier too. I’m a fan of a natural looking micro blade, but keep your brows natural. Don’t fan them out or fluff them, but don’t have IG brows. You want to fool people into thinking you’re just naturally like this. Obviously when you go out, do the brows or lashes, but on a normal Wednesday 2pm, it’s not necessary. Makeup should always be glowing. Matte makes you look like a grandma. A subtle glow in the cheeks or nose just gives healthy. Matte gives chalky.

HAIR

Keep it SAFE with hair. Natural color, natural length, healthy hair. How you style it is up to you but make sure it goes with your face shape. Hair that’s too long can be too much and hair that’s too short can make you look a little older. I don’t know if you wear your natural hair or if you install, but if you install keep it at an appropriate length. Think VS model. If your hair is natural and you wear it out, scratch everything I just said :) but keep colors natural and your hair healthy!

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I’m running out of space to type, but I’ll say this. Your BEST template is a Victoria’s Secret Angel. Not the new ones lol that show was embarrassing. I’m talking about the OG VS. That’s if you want to be universally stunning. Everyone will turn heads at a VS Angel. You want to give classy, but you also want to give youthful and sexy. Look at paparazzi photos of them being off-duty. Gain style and look inspiration off of them. They got CANCELLED for not being inclusive and it hurt feelings. Now they aren’t making nearly as much money before and the brand is tainted because a few insecure women decided to be all emotional. See what happens when you listen to insecure toads?

I didn’t want this post to be something you can find on the internet because there’s so much about this on the internet, but I gave you some opinions based off things I see that I agree/don’t agree with.

🖤🍸Make sure to check out my book called The Luxe Girl’s Playbook to Life for a fresh perspective on reinventing yourself for 2025. You’ll receive immediate access after purchase.

[applestorms]

assigned female character 😔 letting anyone else do this who wants to, lemme see it <33

haiii you can turn this into a chain if you want to idk. rb n let me see ! (or don't, i'm not your ma 😳)

picrew + what genre of fan (mis)interpretation are you?

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello hello! Long time follower!

I really like reading all your translations, theories and fanfics! It's really great to be able to read your thoughts about characters and cards because am a f2p so I have a very limited stash of gems to pull lol

So I was thinking about the rrcent jp update and I went back to read some of your work on Scarabia. I'll admit they weren't amongst my favorites before so I haven't paid too much attention to them. I was wondering then about the couple times you've said Jamil is well off? Maybe it's from one of his SSR cards of his home event, but I can't remember where he or maybe Kalim implies that?

That's it, just a silly question thanks so much for all that you do, I love so much all your theories and thoughts about the lore and the cast! Have a good day!

Hdsbskwhsk I’m glad that my blog brings you joy and makes your free to play experience more fun 🤩 Thanks for sticking with me all this time!

As for your question, I’m not actually sure if there's dialogue which explicitly states the Viper family's level of wealth. I couldn't find any when I combed through, so I had to go off of implications and my own interpretations of those. From what I’ve gathered, I see the Vipers as upper middle class, or at least middle class with a LOT of benefits (the benefits being present boost them to upper middle class due to the lifestyle the benefits afford them).

So firstly, I think there's a lot of debate surrounding Jamil's family income. Some fans seem to think that the Vipers must be destitute due to their position as servants and Jamil's disdain for how the Asims throw around their money and influence. However, perceived social status or class does NOT always equate to being low income. There are people irl who are technically "servants" and "hired help" that make a significant salary while working for much wealthier individuals. There is data for bodyguards, private chefs, executive assistants, and skilled nannies who earn six-figure incomes and/or excellent benefits working for celebrities, politicians, businessmen, etc. (Notably, guarding, cooking, scheduling/planning, and generally looking after Kalim are all a part of Jamil's duties.) Real world examples of this include employees of the White House and the British royal family.

Now, that all depends a lot on the type of people the employers are. There are many wealthy families who mistreat their staff and/or don't pay them well. From what I've seen of the Asims though, I definitely feel that this is not the case. To begin with, the Vipers don't just do one task for the Asims, they do a LOT. You're already aware of the constant work Jamil has to do around the clock to keep Kalim safe and satisfied, but his parents must do the same. They're described as experts in hospitality and are frequently hosting and entertaining guests from all over Twisted Wonderland. This is skilled labor, and that demands commiserate pay. Not only that, but Kalim describes his father as someone who is very generous (and the guy has plenty of money to spare). I don’t see why Mr. Asim would purposefully skimp on specifically paying the Vipers.

I would also imagine that the Vipers are afforded other benefits. Jamil has said many times that he has to look or act a certain way, as his behavior/appearance reflects on the family he serves. Therefore, the Asims may provide other things Jamil and the Vipers need to “look good” and to best represent and serve the Asims. This could mean food, clothes, transportation/travel expenses, education (like additional training, manners lessons, certification exams, etc.) all paid for on the Asim family’s coin. Jamil has mentioned that his parents gave him lessons in everything he’d need to know in order to serve Kalim, so this tells his parents are also well-educated and/or were at least able to pay for lessons for Jamil. And these lessons aren’t “normal” lessons either, it includes things like formal bodyguard training (you’d have to pay for this irl) and formal table manners (which most of us aren’t taught unless we seek it out).

We also recently learned in book 7 that the Vipers live on Asim property, which is very luxurious. Jamil states that his family would be on the streets should they lose their place serving the Asims—and this could be interpreted in a very literal sense if we think of as losing the roof over their heads. Yes, it's technically not land or housing that the Vipers own, but it is still free high-class lodging, nonetheless. It is a benefit that is afford to them (among others) because of their job(s), similar to those real life examples I mentioned before. One could make the argument that none of this wealth truly belongs to the Vipers. However, you could also argue that because these benefits come with the job, it technically is theirs as long as they keep their job (which is, in fact, how jobs irl work; if you stop working for an employer then naturally you’ll stop getting the benefits that come with that job eventually). It’s complicated. I suspect that, at the very least, part of the reason why the Vipers don’t want to depart from serving the Asims is because they don’t want to lose the pay and the perks that come with their work.

I want to add that the Vipers’ position also gives them the unique advantage of exposing them to tons of important individuals. They are able to meet and connect with these VIPs when most people could never even dream of meeting them, even if just from the viewpoint of a servant. It’s a similar to Lilia and Silver, who technically are not rich (money-wise) but still have ties with majorly influential people (members of the Draconia royal family).

Obviously, the Vipers still aren’t as rich as the Asims and probably will never be, but I believe they still enjoy a comfortable lifestyle. We never see Jamil worry about money or being short of it. He gives his VDC/SDC earnings away without batting an eye, unlike Deuce (from a single-parent income family) who keeps the money since it would really help out his mom. He doesn’t have to work a ton of odd jobs to make ends meet (unlike Ruggie). But Jamil does haggle and act frugal. I think that behavior comes from not a genuine need but Jamil being mindful and planning ahead to avoid being scammed. He’s shown to be a cautious individual who often is the one putting the breaks on Kalim’s extravagance, so I feel the skill also comes partly from having to be the one to curb his ridiculous spending and bring Kalim down to earth. Jamil is still the type of person who would tell Kalim when he’s buying too much or overdoing things, even when it’s not Jamil’s own money being spent and he knows Kalim can afford it. That’s what leads me to believe his frugalness isn’t necessarily the result of him being low income and “needing” to save. If that were the case, he shouldn’t care if Kalim throws his own money at buying diamond jewelry for all the dorm members as souvenirs.

I think the closest metric we have as a frame of reference for how wealthy Jamil is comes from the Tapis Rouge event. In it, Jamil forks out 500 thaumarks (or 50000 madol) to buy a jacket. He remarks that the price is fairly expensive but good quality so it’s worth it. Whether you consider this an indicator of his low or high wealth is really all relative to what your own perception is. Jamil had also previously remarked that what the Mostro Lounge charges is absurd. In Ruggie’s Ceremonial Robes vignettes, Azul quotes the price of one soft drink as 4 thaumarks/400 madol. Jamil responds with “Four? Talk about a markup.” It should be noted that the latter example doesn’t mean Jamil cannot afford a drink of that price; he’s complaining about how expensive Azul has made it to capitalize on the high demand. Do with this knowledge what you will.

Anyway, those are my thoughts! I hope I was able to explain myself well. If you have any thoughts, please feel free to express them ^^

[hotxcheeto]

hi love! it’s me again! i’m resubmitting my request. there would be an established friendship but abby decides to take it to the next level and realizes that she’s the one the reader needs to keep them in check. i was wondering if you could possibly write a brat tamer!dom! abby anderson with a brat!female reader where the two are out on a mission and the reader is constantly complaining and not listening to abby to the point where there mission is almost jeopardized and once they get to a safe enough place abby finally handles the reader’s attitude and puts her back in her place by spanking and edging her.

━ 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader 

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, SMUT, porn with a lot of plot, abby and reader kill some infected, reader gets injured and falls through a floor halfway, mentions of blood?, vaginal fingering ( r! receiving ), oral sex ( r! receiving ), dom/sub nature, spanking, degradation, edging, kissing, dom!abby, bottom!reader

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - so sorry this took months i see you all the time in my notifs so thank you for sticking around lol!! I hope you enjoy, ily and ty for being patient <3

PLEASE REBLOG MY WORK! LIKING DOESN’T BOOST!

The original argument lasted longer than either of you initially thought. But it was Abby's fault, she was the dick.

At least, that's how you explained it to Manny, when he asked why neither of you would look or even acknowledge the other the entire first briefing. Your arms crossed, and her brows furrowed.

"Alright, what's with you both?"

He had asked, but neither of you responded, the only moment he knew you'd actually heard him was when Abby rolled her eyes and stalked away like a big grouchy asshole.

It was technically supposed to be a group supply collection, until everyone else had backed out and decided it was too far from base for their liking, and too many things happened to go wrong out there.

Yet you and Abby didn't run away from the mission, and neither of you realized the other hadn't backed out. Until, it was just two of you left standing.

Leah had gotten you both to finally make up, but it was nearly for nothing. You still sarcastically responding to everything she said, and her sending you glares every time you said something she didn't like.

You were like an itch, a bratty presence that wouldn't disappear no matter how annoyed she acted. How many times she brushed you away, you always found yourself right back ready to drive her insane.

Like a moth to light, you were to Abby.

Look for the light, how ironic.

"Y/n." You heard your name, but you were focused down at the broken compass you always used. The one that Abby had broken in a drunken fit of idiocy while you were hanging out with her.

The moment that had broke the already present tension you had between you. Originally it was something else, but now for you both it was anger, anger you were conveying from your original feelings.

The feelings you weren't sure you knew the name of.

"Y/n!" You jumped, turning to see Abby coming up to your side. "What?" You yelled, frustrated already before looking back down at the broken compass. "It's still not working?" "No, all thanks to you of course." "I already said I'd get you a new one." "Doesn't matter, I liked this one."

Abby rolled her eyes, walking beside you towards the armory.

"I didn't mean it and you know it." "Still sucks, I really liked it." Abby's face seemingly fell, the girl deciding silence was better than speaking as she followed you.

Walking while messing with her hands, you noticed her muscles were more exposed due to her choice of tank top to battle the humid air. Your gaze lingering on her form that strutted off, talking to one of the guys running part of the ammo station while he handed her a few boxes meant for the both of you.

You couldn't help your wandering eyes, but hurriedly pulled them away when she turned towards you. Seeing you instead staring off at a few guys nearby cleaning some of the guns.

"Y/n, let's move."

And again, it was silence between you both, only a few huffs passing your lips gaining the blondes attention each time and growing her annoyance all the same.

"Quit pouting, this'll go faster without you sulking the entire time." You took a look at her, then huffed louder, smiling like an idiot as you did so.

"Sorry, couldn't hear you over the sound of my sulking. What was that?" Abby stared at you, anger resting right behind her pupils while you grinned in triumph, looking in front of you.

"Look at that, we get a truck." "The drive is almost three hours long." You looked at her once again, this time your jaw threatening to fall from your face. "Tell me you're fucking kidding." "Nope, better make yourself comfortable, shithead." You groaned,

"Fuck me."

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

But it wasn't nothing, it was something Abby thought and replayed in her mind nearly the entire drive, glancing at you in the passenger seat every now and again. Your leg up on the dash and the rest of you layed back while you held a book Abby recommended to you in your hands.

Your pants stuck to your legs, shaping your thighs and hugging your calves. Abby stared for a moment too long, looking forward again to ignore the feelings swirling around in her chest.

The rural area around was desolate, rainy but the fall colors complemented the gray sky above. A perfect day to stay inside, you'd said once, Abby recalling the memory of you both laying on the couch in your room and reading cringey book passages back and forth to each other.

"Do you still have those CD's in here?" You glanced to her, meeting her eyes for a split moment before looking away. "Am I a ghost?" "You borrowed my last one, asshole." "Hey, language."

"What? Did I offend the book?" You marked your page, throwing the book beside you and onto the cupholders. Sitting up to look out the windshield.

"We almost there?" "Yeah, just relax." You turned to her, kicking your feet back and forth before glancing at her hand on the steering wheel.

Her knuckles slightly white, little scars surrounding them. Some of them you remembered when she'd gotten, a few you'd patched up yourself while out in the field.

"I can't Abby, m'bored." You then looked at her face, eyes focused on the road but you could see the gears turning in her mind.

"You have so many freckles." You poked the skin at the top of her cheek, right near her eye causing her to nearly wink. Scrunching the side of her face.

"Quit." "How much longer?" "Not long." "That isn't an answer Abigail."

You leaned back against the seat again, legs doing what they want as you looked out the window at the falling raindrops and trees. Bored out of your mind at the amount of nothingness mixed with overgrown empty.

Then you began to see building frames, many building frames, shorter in style than the heart of Seattle. But you could tell some where apartments, motels, stores and such. All taken by mother nature.

It was a town, or a city, the size couldn't be accounted for because of the rolling hills and trees that had made their home right in the heart. But there was something nostalgic about the town, then again it also reminded you of everything else in the world.

It was just another place.

You looked away from the glass, then at Abby. Focusing on the passing scenery in her eyes, going by as quickly as the truck moved.

"Abby..." You dragged her name out, nail tickling at her forearm to get her attention. "Bored." "We're here." "We are?" You glanced out the window again, looking around at the apartments you'd parked in front of, seemingly abandoned.

"I don't get it, why are we here?" "Isaac hid supplies here, and we need them." You raised your eyebrow. "Why hide supplies three hours from base? Added, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing?"

Abby turned the truck off, looking at you, keys jingling in her hand.

"It's a plan B, incase anything happens. Idiot." "Pretty far plan B. Are you positive we're in the right place?" You looked out the window once more, unsure with the building. "And don't call me an idiot, idiot."

You opened the truck door, stepping out into the crisp autumn air that sent a shiver up your spine. Your breath just able to be seen in front of your face. Your sweater did everything to keep you warm while walking up to the decrepit frame that was once a bustling home for people.

"It's strange, there's only one building around." "There's not just one." Abby came to your side, pointing passed the trees to other 'buildings' if you could even call the framework of what was a 'building'.

"Huh, 'kay let's go." You moved to skip forward, Abby instead gripping your arm to a pause. "Are you crazy?" "What? Where's Miss Cocky at? C'mon, I'm bored." Abby rolled her eyes, taking a few things out of the back of the truck from underneath the tarp.

One of the things being your backpack.

"Here-" You shoved passed, grabbing your own things before smiling at her. "Thanks, let's go." "Really?" You shrugged, meeting her gaze that was nothing but a glare. "What?"

"Wait for me." "Thanks, but no thanks. You're driving me nuts with this motherly act."

Abby hurried to grab her own things, rushing after your form that disappeared into the building.

Your eyes danced around the tattered wallpaper, molded photos on the wall and your boots brushing against plants that had grown through the floor.

The entire place smelled like an old persons house, antique décor on every inch of table space. It was quiet, too quiet for the area that Abby had described, having been out here plenty of times with Isaac. But it didn't seem like the picture you had.

This place couldn't be that bad. It was nice, like a movie, well, that was what you thought.

"Yeesh." You whispered, walking into a conjoined room, a fancy lobby area with a dusty chandelier becoming your new surroundings. A tiny smile on your face as you spun around.

The entire place was dark wood, like a manor, only it was an apartment building. The art like the renaissance, or what Abby had taught you of the time. The paintings she'd shown you, along with stories of the major scientists and their discoveries.

All of it came out in the rooms, building with large windows, though the glass was clouded and old.

It was beautiful.

"Are you kidding me?" Turning, Abby stood glaring at you from the doorway, backpack on and a scowl to complement. "What?"

"Do you have a Deathwish?' You walked up to her, swaying your hips before crossing your arms. "Nope. Just... quiet. Nothing how you said it would be." "That doesn't mean-" "Oh?"

You looked forward, spotting a nearby picture that sparked your curiosity, taking it into your hands.

"Aw, look, they're so cute. That one kind of looks like Ryan." Abby appeared behind your shoulder, her breath fanning your neck as she examined the photo. "Who's Ryan?" "Y'know? That cute guy in med? He stares at me every time we go to see Mel? You've never met him?"

Abby dreaded the fact that she'd even asked the question. Internally groaning and imagining herself banging her head against the wall. Your eyes practically turning to hearts at the thought.

"But... he's kinda creepy. I think I just like the attention." You set the picture down and looked at a door beside the table, going to grab the rusty golden doorknob.

"Wait." Abby's hand wrapped around your wrist, practically engulfing it. "We don't know what's in there, and unless you want your face eaten off, we should check." Looking down at her hand, you pulled away, shrugging. "What if I'm into that?"

Abby stared at you slightly flustered, not blushing, no, just reminded of her earlier thoughts of you. The ones she'd tried to shake away but couldn't seem to escape truck and it's thick air.

"I'd tell you to keep that to yourself." Abby stepped in front of you, gaining her cool personal once more while opening the door.

Inside were two insanely still runners, her eyes scanning for spores against the slight light coming through the windows.

"Right or left?" She'd asked, but you didn't care, beginning to creep into the room while pulling your knife from the side of your bag. The runner quietly muttering and crying to itself.

It's skin looked gray in the darkness, it's jacket ripped and torn. And as you rose to stab it, hearing Abby shuffling around behind you, you realized how much taller it was compared to your frame.

But nonetheless, you kicked the back of it's leg, watching it fall to its knees as you swung your knife into the flesh of its neck. Turning around once you were done whilst wiping your hands on your pants.

"Y/n, you can't just rush in like that-" "Seemed to work out fine. You take too long." Abby would've given everything in that moment for a chance to throw you out the window. "We didn't have a fucking plan."

"The plan was one of us goes right and the other goes left. You said it yourself." You looked around at the nearly empty room, once an office it seemed. "So, where are the supplies?" "Upstairs." You nodded your head, humming. "Upstairs. Great."

You went quiet for a moment, walking over to her before patting her shoulder.

"You got the heavy lifting, right?" You gave her that all-too familiar smile before making your way towards the decrepit looking stairs. Slightly nervous to take a step, you first pressed your foot down on the first stair, seeing it hold.

"Wait, idiot." You groaned, ignoring her demand and continuing upwards. "The stairs could collapse will you just f-" "Are you calling me fat?" You giggled, reaching the first landing, looking up at the second set of stairs leading to the second floor.

"That's rude, y'know." "Don't be a brat." Abby followed after, walking exactly where you had. She wondered if she should stop you, looking at the rotten steps that were created by the hole in the ceiling.

You didn't see them, she should stop you. Make sure you didn't trip.

But she didn't, she let you turn around and move to walk up them. Not realizing how rotten they really were, and how close the infected were to you both.

You were supposed to trip, not fall.

"Shit!" You fell through, only your legs and only halfway, but it had hurt and it wasn't the worst problem you had going for you. You looked down, your eyes stayed trained on where the lower half of your body was through the floor, not even hearing the screams of the few clickers flying out of empty rooms that were once their homes.

"Fuck, Y/n!" The sound of a gunshot brought you back from your struggle. Looking up to see a runner coming straight at your head, only stopped when a loud pop rang out and it fell to the ground. Red surrounding it's face.

"I can't reach." Your knife had fallen from your hand, just a ways away, you thought. Reaching out to grab it, the wood splintering and stabbing at your stomach.

You flexed every finger, trying your best to grab it. Only your middle finger doing the job to push it slightly closer.

The stairs than gave away a little more, making you sink deeper into the staircase. Legs dangling underneath you in the open air.

There were too many for Abby to handle, backing up every time one got to close to her. They began to ignore you, going for the one making the most noise while you struggled on the ground.

"Almost." It was a whisper of hope, getting the handle in your grip when a runner came barreling at you.

You could feel fear, you had before too. But there was something about the breath caught up in your throat mixed with the inability to move at all when your stomach dropped that tied it all together.

And yet somehow, you reached up, feeling the blade stab through the 'once a man's' Adams apple.

Then there was silence. A tense feeling in the atmosphere, but you only stared down at the dark flooring that kept you trapped.

"Told you to wait." "Fuck you." Abby crouched beside your upper body, almost assessing the situation while biting back a smile. "Are you bit?" "Would it make you feel better if I said yes?"

Abby's hand came out to take your backpack off, her other arm slipping under yours to keep you up.

"No. It wouldn't."

Once the bag was off, the hole was big enough to pull you back through. Abby pulling you upwards and helping you away and back on the landing.

"Why not? You've been praying on my downfall since we got in that car." You laughed, looking at your pants that had been ruined as you sat. "I'll be right back. Try not to die while I'm gone. Please? I'm not explaining to Isaac how I came back to find your body at the bottom of the stairs."

You looked at her, your stare giving her a reply wordlessly. Abby laughing to herself as she walked away.

And it wasn't long before she returned, to you, nowhere to be found.

Having found crates of supplies they could use to further their scavenging points. She was only happy to be one step closer to leaving.

And then you were gone.

"Y/n? Fuck." She said your name, whispering profanity to herself while avoiding the giant hole in the stairs. "Wher- really?"

You were propped up on the dusty couch, looking at a pamphlet for the nearby museum. Eyebrows furrowed and eyes concentrated as you read. Taking in information you'd probably never need.

Abby watched you for a moment, knowing you were blissfully unaware of her presence. That was until you turned your head.

"I thought you died." Was what she said, hiding the fact that she'd definitely been watching you, the comment making you laugh out loud.

"Me? Die? In your dreams. Find anything?" "Yeah, just need to move it. You good?" "Ankle is killing me, but the museum nearby has Picasso painting recreations, so that could help."

Abby couldn't even reply to what you'd said, causing you to giggle once more as she shook her head like a disappointed mom. Walking back upstairs with you close behind.

Carefully you both took the boxes out to the truck, Abby giving you a much lighter load than you realized. The blonde handing you the easier to carry boxes without you knowing. Watching you glance down at your ankle every now and again.

"How'd you know they'd only be on the second floor?" "The third floor is completely blocked off, the stairs collapsed and there was shit piled up at the top."

"I dunno how smart this hiding place was, but considering the stuff is here, I guess it was successful." The lip of the truck closed as Abby pushed it up, putting out her hand to nod to your bag. "Want that in the back?"

You nodded handing it to her.

"Maybe you are useful."

Abby tossed the backpack into the bed of the truck. Glaring at you from across the vehicle. "One of us has to be." You got in the truck, shutting the door, the silence becoming deafening once Abby did the same.

"God it's hard to breathe." You stripped yourself of the sweater, exposing your white tank top and warm skin to the air. Smiling at the cold brushing against your shoulders. "It's so fucking humid. Aren't you hot?"

"Will you shut it?" "Will you quit being an asshole?"

You looked over at her, leaning on the center console. Unintentionally giving her a perfect view of your chest resting in your bra.

"What's with you today? Last time I checked, it was your fault we were fighting." "Because you're a picky brat."

Abby started the truck, keeping her eyes on you the entire time.

"You don't like my personality?" You pouted, the rain suddenly picking up again outside. "Not today."

The truck began moving as Abby left the apartments. Seeing you slump back in your seat from the corner of her eye. Picking up your discarded entertainment and flipping the page.

"You should've listened to me back there," You let a puff of air pass your nose, laughter, as she continued, "you wouldn't have gotten hurt." "Well my bad, captain. Didn't know you were in charge of me."

"Stop talking to me like that." "Like what?"

The truck than came to a complete stop, nothing but trees around you both that could be seen outside the windows.

"What are you doing?" She turned the key, but didn't take it out of the engine. "Don't talk to me like you're in charge."

You laughed, but something changed when you seen her face. Dead serious, staring into your skull while you sat in disbelief.

"Who said I'm not-" "Me. Get in the backseat." You swallowed, smile slowly falling. "Wh-" "Did you hear me?"

With a short breath outwards you turned to climb into the overly roomy back seat, the one you'd slept in during the first two hours of the way here.

And now look at you.

Something out there was laughing at your predicament, and it was probably Abby.

"What if Scars run out of the woods and kill us?" "Let me worry about that." Abby knew it, not even the Scars came this far, but you didn't know that, and it didn't seem like you cared.

Your back hit the door as Abby climbed over you, her body shadowing your own. Your chest went tight, staring into her predatory eyes that seemed to have completely shifted from those you remembered earlier.

Not that you'd been watching.

Abby then leaned forward, catching your lips in a rough kiss that pushed your head against the window. The cold making contact with your scalp and then the back of your neck making you shudder.

You could taste her nearly gone Chapstick, plain, one you'd given her due to the cold sweeping in to take over the Seattle summer weather.

You wondered for a split second if she used it often, but then her hands slipped to your waist where your shirt had ridden up. And you'd completely forgotten everything you were thinking before. Just like that.

"You don't listen, do you?" You shook your head with a smile earning yourself a sharp grip to your thigh. "Use your words." "I don't." Abby then went to kiss you again but stopped.

She grinned like a maniac, though, when you moved to try and kiss her only for her to back away. An idea then popping into her mind while she moved to sit again the other door, right across from you.

You got the hint, sitting up on your knees, reaching down to take your tank top off, tossing it towards the front seats. Then, reaching behind you, you unclasped your bra.

Her gaze fell to your tits as you removed the garment and set it aside. Fingers slipping down to your jeans button, looking down for a second.

"I'm up here." Your head shot up, "Sorry." You mumbled, sliding them off of your legs, landing right back on your butt.

"C'mere." Abby motioned, allowing you to crawl into her lap, clad in only your panties. Her warm hands cupping your cold hips, slowly trailing upwards while her eyes raked over your body.

"Abby.." She hushed you, feelings your much smaller grip on her shoulders, keeping you up.

"Please.." You mumbled earning yourself a smack, a whimper of pain passing your lips. "Can't you be quiet? Forgot, you don't listen." You looked down seeing her fingers moving, getting another harsh spank.

"Eyes on me."

Her other hand moved down to push your panties aside, watching you struggle to sit still without squirming.

It was painful how much you wanted her, tight, holding you hips back from grinding towards her hand to stop the throbbing between your thighs.

You didn't even notice until she'd gotten so close to your heat, barely brushing over your slit. Slowly flexing her fingers upward to press against your clit.

Moving in slow, agonizing circles around and around. Your breath becoming labored and quick, Abby watching your chest move up and down.

"C'mere," She grabbed the back of your head, forcing you close enough for her to kiss you. Never quickening her pace on your cunt, instead to you it just felt like she was moving slower.

"You taste good, for being so stupid." She pulled just the slightest back, lips grazing against your own as she breathed. "You're so pretty when you're quiet. Where'd the dumb remarks go?"

You didn't answer, a finger slipping into your aching hole as a response.

"Good girl." It was like a song sung into the air that moved through you and right down to your belly. Feeling the words in your bottom half as a rushing heat passed over your face.

"But if you ever do anything like that again, it won't be anything out there that you'll have to deal with," she breathed, "Understand?"

You nodded before spitting out a strangled 'yes', silently pleading for her to move the single digit that rested in your pussy. Your own hands gripping her forearm like it was your last lifeline.

"I have to make sure now, don't I?" Her arm wrapped around your waist, pushing you to lay down on the backseat. "Bet Leah didn't expect this when she told us to make up."

Abby leaned down, sinking another finger in making you let out a choked noise. Spreading your legs further for her, her palm forcing your thigh against the back of the seat.

"Oh- oh fuck Abby!" Your head lolled to the side, watching her hand move in and out of your cunt. Her other than pressing down on your lower stomach, smiling when you gasped.

"Oh-" Was the only thing you could muster up as a response, feelings her fingertips running along your walls. "Please.." She moved closer to your face, curling her fingers as she moved closer.

"What?" Just as your stomach began to coil, you felt empty, whining at the loss of her hand when it appeared at your face. "Open up."

Your jaw went slack, taking her two fingers nearly right down your throat making you choke. Tongue welcoming her into your space.

"There you go." Abby chuckled quietly, her other hand moving down your bare hip. Your head felt stuffy, the entire car hot making it hard to breathe. Especially once she slid from your mouth, backing up to spread your legs again.

She dipped down, kissing your clit and making the rest of your body jump in surprise. Her hands grabbing and kneading at the skin of your thighs without a care in the world, like it belonged to her.

Like you belonged to her.

You could already see the bruises in your mind that you'd have from her harsh grabs. But the thought slipped away when she took a long lick up your slit, a much louder moan tumbling from your vocal cords.

"Oh my God-" And now you were sat to wonder why you hadn't thought of this sooner. You were certain she had, only coming to the final decision that this whole thing was premeditated when you met her hungry eyes looking up at you.

She was starved, like she'd been waiting with a meal in front of her for hours and wasn't allowed to eat.

You could feel her just barely touching your hole, sucking on your clit while her other hand ran along your inner thigh right beside your cunt.

"Abby..." Your fingers threaded through her blonde hair, pulling short pieces from her braid. "Feels s'good.."

Abby's eyes then glided to your tits, watching them rise and fall with each heavy breath. Your stomach flexing every time her tongue kitten licked your ball of nerves.

You could feel yourself coming close to the edge, so close, grinding your hips towards her face to find your release. But she pulled back, grinning at your impatience before her touch on your pussy was gone.

"Please, m'sorry.. more.." "What do you want?" One of your hands moved to her own that rested on your panty line, scratching at her fingers when she sucked harshly. Just to get a rise out of you.

"Fingers.. please Abby.."

"Since you asked so nicely. Turn onto your stomach." Your breath hitched as you did, her middle one slipped in just as soon as your body stilled. Instinctively clenching your cunt around her hand as if to keep her there. "Geez Y/n. Tight." You whimpered, her one digit moving in and out at an agonizing pace.

"You still like the med guy?" You shook your head with a gasp once she added another finger, her free hand moving from yours to slap your ass. "I bet you do, huh? Cause you just can't seem to shut up about him."

"I don't like him.." You pouted, lip quivering as you began to react to her words. "Don't be a liar too now." "M'not!" You whined defensively, another stinging smack to your behind making you let out a cry.

"Don't yell at me, say sorry." "M'sorry." You bit onto your forearm when she began going faster, running along your favorite spots. Sounds you didn't even know you can make spilling from your throat as she went as deep as she could possibly reach.

Curling inside you while watching with a smile.

"I'm sure you are." You began to get close once more, feeling the slow burning build up flood your lower belly, closing your eyes and hoping that you would be allowed to let go.

"But I don't know if you're sorry enough." She slowed once more, seeing your jaw clench from the throbbing need for her. "I am, I promise.." "Mmm, I don't know."

You sat up slightly, face sore from being squished into the seat, wanting so badly to feel her hands once again.

"I am, I swear, and I won't rush ahead anymore. I promise." You begged, pleaded, all while keeping your voice quiet to avoid another spank on your ass. "I won't do it ever again."

Her fingers began to move once more, the tips pressing against your walls. Going so slow, teasingly, never going faster.

"Abby... please, I'll be good I promise."

She knew you were lying, it's why she built it up once more. Maybe not in the moment, but you'd be your reckless self again at some point.

You were coming close, having already been before, her adding to the amount of fingers fucking you didn't help either. Three fingers moving at an ever lasting pace.

"Ah-" You said so quietly, quiet enough that it could be forgotten as a whisper, backing up just barely so that her knuckles brushed your ass.

"Don't get greedy, you said you were gonna be good." You hummed a whine, quietly apologizing to her while muttering her name.

"I'm..." You whimpered, feeling your stomach getting tight, every fiber or your body going tense and strained. Wanting so bad to let go, but you knew you'd be in trouble if you did.

"Abby... please.." Her fingers pulled back, her other hand caressing your ass cheek while she 'thought' to herself. "Flip over."

You complied, getting right onto your back once again, Abby leaning over your body to kiss you once more. Brushing against your lips while she pulled back to kiss your cheek.

"You're not gonna act like that again, not with me, understand?" You nodded adamantly, up and down quicker than she'd ever seen. "Yes, I understand. Please, please make me cum. I'll be good."

Abby slipped back in, leaning down to kiss your clit making your body jump. Fingers scissoring you open once more.

"Oh-" "Good girl. Spread your legs open wider, there you go." You did as she asked, leg pushed against the back seat while she finger fucked you. Tears welling up in your eyes from the sudden pleasure, from how fast she started to go, from the overwhelming feeling that flooded your entire lower half.

"Oh fuck- oh fuck- I can't!" Abby smiled, sucking on your clit just before she sat up, smashing her mouth onto yours in an intoxicating kiss.

Your mind then went blank, fuzzy and full of cotton. You felt your stomach snap before you prepared yourself for it, screaming against Abby's lips. Legs shaking and your body squeezing around her fingers.

You felt tingly, like you were floating for a moment in time. Like nothing existed at all, and never would.

"I-" You whispered. "There you go." Abby kissed the side of your head as you came, chest heaving with a mix of sweat and tears that had rolled down from your face.

"Oh fuck-" Your head fell to the side, looking at the front of the truck towards the windshield. "Abby.." You looked at her again, throat scratching and voice nearly silent.

"You did so good." She grabbed something from the center console of the truck, hurrying to clean you up as Abby realized how late it had began to get.

"I'm sorry." Your breathing was uneven, your mind fried from falling so far into your own world. Your emotions running wild while Abby held you up, helping you put your underwear back on.

"M'sorry for fucking up." "It's okay," She kissed your neck, "you gotta listen better." Her hand ran over your forehead while she reached to grab your discarded shirt, Abby's sight then focusing on the window, the rain coming down even harder than it had been.

"Ready to go?" She then asked, watching you shrug, your eyes becoming half-lidded and exhausted. "Just one more minute. M'tired." "I know, we don't have to go to med when we get back."

You hummed, still staring at the glass pane.

"Okay. You'll take care of me?" Your voice was soft, like you hadn't met her before. Shy, and quiet, no one would ever know you two had been arguing.

"Yeah." "Okay, m'sorry again." "It's over. Now sit up, you staying back here?" You shook your head, wiping stray years from your face that Abby missed. "No I wanna be up there with you."

"Be careful." "I got it, Abby." "Yeah, I'm sure you do."

[dreamscapesofimagination]

Hi! I hope you're having a good day!I came for the tdb requests :D

I have Jin as the default character on the main screen (didn't choose him nor liked him at first , he resembled default cold male lead in Korean transmigration manhwas , he's the first ssr i pulled tho soo) and his lines about him establishing a servant-king dynamic ( a tsundere , constipated feelings )without giving us the option to be slightly annoying about it _us servaning him_ is annoying to me.

I am a person who likes to challenge those around me (I like to play with what given to me since everything is more than it seems)even tho I am a calm person so ppl rarely wait for it,so, I have been wanting to get Jin to go to those 'peasants' locations he mentions in his voice lines (like seeing fireworks is better on a helicopter) for a date to get him to admit the beauty in what you can create (we have all noticed he' s grieving a loss so I kinda want it to take inspo from thod daye in order to challenge his current situation especialy his stigma )

Thank you in advance!

A/N: This is an amazing idea! I actually love Jin- I really enjoy the emotionally constipated characters (Aka why I love Alan, Megumi from JJK, and Dean Winchester sm lol). I hope you enjoy!

T/W: Cursing, Jin is kinda a spoiled ass- but also not?, soft Jin

Summary: Jin doesn’t understand why you insist on making him stargaze with you- he could take you to an observatory. He doesn’t understand the appeal of laying in the grass. He doesn’t understand why you’re so happy, or why your smile makes such a warm feeling spread through his chest.

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This truly had to be some kind of joke.

In fact, Jin was sure it was.

In what world was laying in the grass outside of your dorm better than viewing the stars at a world class observatory?

You, however, were extremely pleased that you had convinced him to quote “do peasant shit.”

His haughty attitude irritated you to no end, and you were determined to make him eat his words, which is exactly why you had chosen tonight for this.

He glanced over at you, watching you settle onto your back.

“This better be good. After this I’ll show you what it's like to see the sky through the best observatory in the world,” you rolled your eyes at his words.

“I know you’ll enjoy this, as long as you pull your head out of your ass.” you flashed him a sweet smile as he glared at you for your response.

“Wow, got some bite to ya, huh? Scared to admit this is a waste of my time?”

Your eyes narrowed, “Jin, sometimes I want to smack that smug look off of your face,” your ridiculously handsome face.

It was quite vexing- Jin was exactly your type. His attitude was the only deterrent, which frustrated you.

You knew there was more to him, he just refused to let people in.

He let out a bark of laughter at your response.

“I’d like to see you try- that would be the highlight of my day.”

“Your attitude is exactly why you have two friends.”

“Bold of you to assume I need friends.”

With a sigh, you refocused your eyes on the sky, choosing to ignore that statement.

You wished you could just get through to him- figure out why he was so guarded.

Jin watched you for a moment, uneasy at your lack of response. He was so used to you always having a retort to his remarks. Nothing he had ever said had seemed to genuinely upset you, until this.

Besides, he only had one friend, Tohma.

Until it hit him- you.

Despite how cold he was, you had always been friendly to him, insisting on sticking around even when he relentlessly pushed you away.

With a sigh, he laid beside you in the grass, choosing to follow your lead in hopes of making you happier.

The sky was an endless sheet full of stationary pin pricks of light.

His eyes widened when it started.

Flashes of light across the sky- hundreds of them.

A meteor shower.

His eyes flashed to you, and he couldn’t resist the warmth that spread through his chest at the look of wonder on your face.

You were hyper aware of Jin beside you. You wanted him to enjoy this- not just admit that it was better than a damn observatory.

The night was cool, with a small breeze that rustled past you both on occasion.

Seconds passed into minutes as you both watched the meteor shower, and you couldn’t resist the smile that spread across your face. You loved stargazing- and meteor showers were so rare that you had never seen one.

“Isn’t this amazing?” Your voice was breathless as you spoke, and his gaze went to you and he couldn’t stop himself, “Yeah, guess so.”

Pride filled you and you spoke again, “better than a fancy observatory?”

He felt his lip curl up, unable to tear his gaze away from the happiness on your face.

“It's probably the company.”

Cheeks burning, you sat up, watching him.

Jin couldn’t help the way his heart fluttered, not entirely opposed to the feeling of warmth in his chest.

He carefully avoided your gaze, turning his eyes back to the sky, “afterall, I’ve got two friends, so I should enjoy spending time with the better of the two.”

You smiled, rolling your eyes.

It wasn’t difficult to recognize that this was the best you would get, and you were satisfied seeing the icy exterior he held melt even the slightest.

[aylacavebear]

Soulmates? Yeah, right, pft. - Ch. 26

When you turn sixteen, and your soulmate's name doesn’t appear anywhere on your body that you can find, you figure you had to be the only person on the planet who didn’t have one. Most of the town shuns you, so you stick close to family. Your Aunt Ellen raised you after your parents died in a car crash when you were two, but what happens when the Winchesters return to town and buried secrets begin to come to light?

Pairing: Mechanic Dean Winchester x OC Reader/You

Word Count: 6666 - A/N: No, I did not plan that, lol

Warnings: Dean being Dean, navigating being an empath, suggestive thoughts, a nightmare.

A/N: This is my non-Supernatural fic I'm attempting. Please let me know what you think, as I always love hearing from my readers.

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Even though you pushed for answers, neither Crowley nor Sam gave you any during lunch. The excuse they gave you was that you needed to eat first. So, you begrudgingly dropped the topic. Light things were talked about, but nothing that had to do with the case, the Vaughts, or who had taken you. Dean’s occasional touch on your knee helped keep you calm, which also helped keep him calm. The dynamic was interesting to you, how things worked with soulmates.

Dean carried you to one of the sitting rooms, following everyone there. One of the servants carried another cup of coffee for you, at your request for the need of more caffeine. You carefully got comfortable after Dean set you on one of the couches before joining you. You wanted to snuggle into him, but the servant handed you the coffee, so you stayed sitting up more. So, Dean snuggled close to you, feeling your need to be close.

Thanks

You’re welcome.

For a moment, you stopped breathing as your eyes went wide, and your heart began pounding. Dean just chuckled a little as your favorite smirk of his appeared.

Oh, I’m going to have fun with this.

Stop it.

Dean chuckled again but kept his thoughts to himself as the others just watched the two of you curiously. You quickly composed yourself and tried to focus, taking a sip of your coffee, while your heart raced at how interestingly different things were going to be.

“Now, if the two of you can focus, we can begin,” Crowley began, not amused in the least at the two of you. He picked up the remote and clicked on the TV, pulling your attention to the news broadcast.

Goosebumps not only danced down your entire body, but they lingered for far longer than usual. Dean sat up more, now just as focused on what was playing out on the screen. A news reporter was in the front, but it was what was going on behind her that had both of your attention. Six men and one woman were handcuffed and being put into the back of police cars. You only recognized the Vaughts and the man from your nightmare, but Dean recognized them all.

“Thanks to that piece of paper you grabbed, they were arrested a few hours ago,” Sam told you with the softest, most relieved smile you’d seen on him yet. “It was instructions, kind of like an itinerary of what they were supposed to do. Between that and the footage from the security cameras here, they all got arrested.” You let out a sigh of relief, and for the first time in what felt like months, you actually felt safe. Dean put his arm around you, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as you leaned into him. You were both safe now, but then you began wondering about the case.

“Wait. How is that going to affect my case?” you asked curiously without moving away from Dean.

“Well, that’s the good news, love,” Crowley pipped in, seizing the opportunity. “Your mark has fully come in. With Dean’s name there now, the judge has ruled in your favor. Plus, with that piece of paper and security footage, the Vaughts went against the court order.” A devilishly pleasant smile almost made the man look happy. “There is still paperwork that needs to be taken care of, but you’re free to go. You won’t have to appear in court again. I’ll make sure the Vaughts and those that kidnapped you won’t be able to get out on bail either,” Crowley added, and you found it odd to see the man happy.

Something was still bothering you, but you couldn’t put your finger on it, and that bothered you more. “Will anyone else come after me?” you finally asked, feeling the anxiety tighten in your chest. Dean tried to soothe you, but you’d been so worried for so long that you worried there was something missing. Some loophole the Vaughts could exploit.

Sam and Crowley exchanged a look before both of them focusing back on you. “No. We’ll take care of everything here.” Sam replied, wondering if you had some dream or vision, a premonition of something you hadn’t shared. He wouldn’t bring it up, knowing full well it could push you into one if he did.

You leaned back, trying to relax as Dean held you close. Feeling everyone’s emotions was still a lot, and there were a lot of people in the room. “Guys, she needs some breathing room,” Dean told them, forcing himself to take slow, deep breaths so your anxiety didn’t consume him. He was going to need some adjustment time, too. The walls you had had up were now gone, which meant he felt everything. It was easy when it was just the two of you, but the interestingly weird thing was when you felt other people’s emotions, and that bled through the connection to him. 

Everyone but Ellen left the sitting room. She watched them go before looking back over at you. “Is there anything I can do to help?” she asked, her voice laced with the worry and concern you felt from her.

“Not really. I just have to get used to this,” you replied, chuckling dryly before setting your empty coffee cup on the side table.

She came over and gave you a hug before heading out of the room, leaving you and Dean alone. Neither of you had to say a word. He just held you close as you snuggled against him, trying to relax again. Your mind was racing with questions, but now, they all had to do with how you were going to navigate the world, being able to feel other people’s emotions.

“You know, you aren’t alone in this,” Dean’s tone was soft as he spoke, gently running one of his hands over your hair. “I can feel them too, through the connection when they get too much for you.”

You shifted a little so you could look up at him, tilting your head a bit. He smiled softly down at you.

God, you’re adorable.

A blush crept into your cheeks, widening his smile. He tucked another stray strand of hair behind your ear. “I like that shade on you. So, when do you want to head out? I’m looking forward to putting all this behind us.” Dean asked, hoping that going home would help you relax more. To be somewhere familiar.

He watched the gears turning in your mind, felt you weighing going back versus staying longer. “I guess whenever you feel like driving. I don’t want to be on a plane with all those people.” 

“Then let’s go get our stuff together and tell Benny so he can get ready, too,” Dean replied happily before kissing your forehead.

The moment he went to stand, though, you reached out and held his arm. “Can you send someone in to keep me company? I don’t want to be alone,” you asked, feeling an almost instant panic at the thought of being alone. You knew it was from having been kidnapped and your fear of the Vaughts, even if they had been arrested.

Dean instantly pulled you close again, “Of course,” he replied, trying to reassure you, struggling with the panic that flooded through the connection. “I’m looking forward to the day you aren’t afraid anymore.” He whispered, taking a moment with you before he stood and went to the door. 

He only looked out, your eyes staying on him as he hollered for Ellen, who quickly appeared in the doorway. “Hey, I need to go get things packed and talk to Benny. Can you sit with her? She doesn’t want to be alone,” Dean asked, putting on a strong front for now. He had to focus on the task at hand.

“Sure. Take Benny with you, at least. I’m sure she won’t want you to be alone either,” Ellen replied with that concerned smile before heading into the sitting room and taking a seat next to you. “How you holdin’ up?” she asked as she gently brushed a few strands of your hair from your forehead to behind your ear as you met her gaze.

For a moment, you focused on breathing. Other people’s emotions were a lot on top of what you were already feeling, plus Dean’s mingling with your own. The conglomerate of it all made you a little shaky. “It’s a lot, and I still don’t feel safe,” you confessed quietly.

Ellen held you close, gently running her hand down your hair like she used to do when you were little, bringing you a comfort you hadn’t even realized you missed, and needed. “We’re all here to help in any way that you need us, Sweetie,” Ellen told you gently, even if she wasn’t completely sure how to help. 

I’m still okay, Sweetheart. Benny and I are almost done.

The whispered thought brought a smile to you. “Are there any books or anything on empaths that might help me with this?” you asked Ellen as you pulled back so you could look at her. 

She had to think about that one. Empaths were rare. “I don’t know of anything right now, but I can do some research when we all get back. I’m sure the others won’t mind helping too.” 

“Thanks. I really appreciate it,” you replied, feeling slightly more relaxed.

When Dean and Benny were done packing, you said your goodbyes to everyone before sliding into the passenger seat as Dean held the door open for you. It had taken some convincing, but Dean eventually let you walk on your own. He still wasn’t about to let you carry anything with your wrists still bruised like they were.  Benny was already in the back, and the bags were already in the trunk. Dean hugged everyone one last time before Meg slid into the back seat behind Dean.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Dean asked, turning so he could look at her.

Meg just gave that signature smile of hers and leaned back in the seat. “With the three of you. Already had a bag ready to go.”

“What, you’re just gonna up and leave your entire life here, just like that?” Dean asked her, a little puzzled, while also not wanting to have to deal with her on a very long drive.

You just looked over at the interaction, trying not to chuckle. Then, you set your hand on Dean’s forearm. “She wants to meet her soulmate. Wouldn’t you want to do that if you’d been looking for years, like she has?” you asked him with that soft, understanding tone.

Dean sighed as he looked at the roof for a moment, then just shifted again and started the engine. “We’re not stopping every two hours so you can pee,” he grumbled, but it was more a front he put on around people he didn’t know very well. Dean was looking forward to seeing Cas’s reaction, but he was also happy that his friend would finally have his soulmate in his life.

You scooted over closer to him, sitting in the middle, leaning your head on his shoulder as he pulled out of Crowley’s driveway. It was easier to block out other people’s emotions when you were closer to him, and you wondered if it had to do with being his soulmate, being an empath, or if it was possibly something deeper. His emotions were just stronger, and they mingled with yours in a comforting way, like a soft blanket on a cold winter’s day.

What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?A small giggle slipped out when you heard that whisper through your mind. You can hear my thoughts. You tell me.

It was Dean’s turn to chuckle as he focused on the road. I can’t hear everything. Just what you are thinking hard on.

I just want to learn how to work with this being an empath thing.

Dean sighed. He had a feeling it was something like that. Crowley gave me some books for you. They’re in my bag.

You moved just enough so you could look up at him, a small, loving smile matching how you felt. 

“Can we at least have some tunes if you two are gonna have your own private conversation?” Meg pipped up, slightly annoyed from the back seat, making both you and Dean chuckle.

He reached over and turned on a rock station, then set his hand on your leg just above your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze. You slide your hand down his arm, feeling the way his muscles twitched slightly under your touch as you softly traced his fingers before intertwining your fingers with his. When he let out a shaky breath, you looked up at him.

You okay?

His heart rate had sped up, and he was trying to even his breathing back out. You have no idea what you do to me, Sweetheart.

A blush crept into your cheeks as you laid your head back on his shoulder. Sorry. 

Stop apologizing. I thought we got past that months ago.

That was going to be difficult, not apologizing in your head, as you almost thought it again. I said it in my head a lot. I’ll work on that. Dean gave your fingers a gentle squeeze as you sighed. It was his way of giving you reassurance. I’ll try not to distract you while you’re driving.

Dean chuckled quietly. You distract me without even trying, if I’m being honest.

You looked up at him for a moment, slightly confused at his thought.

See, like that. You’re adorable when you have that confused look.

Another blush crept into your cheeks as you rested your head back on his shoulder. It’s gonna be a long drive.

Dean laughed a little at that one but focused back on the road. It would be a long drive, but things were different this time, you’d let him in, and he no longer had to worry about the Vaughts and that stupid marriage contract. Your mark had come in, and it was his name. Dean knew he still needed to tell you a couple of things, but those could wait till after you were safely back home.

Benny and Meg struck up their own conversations in the back seat, a lot of it about Cas. Meg was fairly interested in meeting the man that could possibly be her soulmate. It wasn’t like Castiel was a common name, and if it turned out not to be him, she knew she could always fly back to Cali. You could feel her hope, though, and it made you smile a little. 

The entire drive, there was still that nagging feeling in the back of your mind that something still wasn’t right, but you couldn’t pinpoint it. Dean tried to talk to you about it, but since you didn’t have anything concrete to tell him, he dropped it. He did keep an eye out for the possibility of anyone following them. It had been nagging at him since you had mentioned it back at Crowley’s.

When you needed to sleep, sometime long after it had gotten dark, Dean pulled into a gas station and then let Benny drive with Meg up front. He climbed in the back with you and held you close. The comfort it brought to both of you eventually lulled you both off to sleep. Being in his embrace seemed to drown out the outside world, leaving you in a bubble of only him. 

He’d been your rock for months, and now, he was what shut off the chatter of everything you were still trying to come to terms with, other people’s emotions. It was a place you felt you could truly relax, even with that nagging feeling in the back of your mind. He was safe, and you knew he’d do anything to keep you safe.

The sun was already up when you stirred in Dean’s arms. He smiled, giving you a gentle squeeze while kissing the top of your head. “Mornin’, Sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.

“Mmm…” you hummed, not wanting to open your eyes and face the day. It was comfortable in his arms, feeling his warmth, his love.

So, neither of you moved, content to stay like that for a while longer. “Next fill up, you’re drivin’,” Benny chuckled when neither of you sat up.

Dean just smiled and pulled your body ever closer to his, if that was possible. His hand that was wrapped around your waist moved over your stomach, and you instinctively pressed against him.

God, I can’t wait to have you all to myself.

You had to stifle a giggle, and you mostly managed to, especially when you felt his semi-hard cock pressed against your ass through both your layers of clothes. But I didn’t do anything.

He just chuckled quietly. It’s called morning wood, Sweetheart. 

Now, you had even more questions but were too groggy to think clearly enough to ask. Plus, it flustered you slightly, having never been with anyone. Dean rubbed his hand gently down your arm, soothing the worry that had started building. You worry too much.

You huffed a little, which made him smile, knowing you were also pouting. Dean leaned up on his elbow, then turned you a little so you were more on your back. With his free hand, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, all the while gazing into your eyes. Your breath hitched in your chest, seeing and feeling the love, adoration, and desire from him. He smirked, that small, playful one you loved.

Too bad it’s not just the two of us.

You glared at him playfully but leaned up and gave him a quick kiss, pulling a quiet groan out of him when you pulled away.

“You two better not be up to anything back there,” Benny stated from the driver’s seat, sounding like the chaperone on a date, making Dean laugh and you giggle.

Dean looked up at him. “Don’t worry. I can be patient.” 

Benny laughed and shook his head as Dean looked down at you again. “I’ve been patient for a long time. I can wait till you’re ready,” he told you softly, giving you a tender kiss before he snuggled back up with you. He’d cuddle with you at least until he had to drive again. You did for him what he did for you, mostly. Having you in his arms calmed his soul, giving him that feeling of being whole again.

I love you. It was the only thought that seemed to sum up what you felt for him. He made all the loneliness go away, as if it hadn’t been there at all. 

The rest of the drive was uneventful. When Dean took over driving, you swapped places with Meg. Occasionally, you sang along to some of the songs that came on the radio. Sometimes Dean joined in; other times, he just stole glances at you while he drove. “I’ll bring your Baby back tomorrow. I think we could all use a day to recuperate after that drive.” Benny told Dean once Dean had parked out front of your house.

“A day to recuperate sounds amazing,” Dean sighed as he got out and opened your door for you. He even held out his hand for you to take, pulling a smile from you.

“Such the gentleman,” you teased playfully, taking his hand and stepping out of his car.

“Only for you, ma’lady,” he replied before kissing the top of your hand and making you giggle. It was one of his favorite sounds that you made. Although, he was looking forward to hearing what other sounds he could get you to make, as those would probably end up being his new favorites.

Meg rolled her eyes, “Geeze, get a room,” she groaned as she slid into the passenger seat.

Dean couldn’t help himself. “We’ve got a whole house, why stick to one room?” he quipped back, giving you a look that made your breath hitch in your chest again. He knew what he did to you and really couldn’t help himself.

Benny just laughed and shook his head. “I’ll see you two tomorrow. Gotta get Meg set up in a hotel for the night,” he replied, sliding into the driver's seat and starting the car after Dean grabbed both your bags out of the trunk. “Just don’t do the introductions without us,” Dean called over his shoulder as he put his hand on your lower back and led you to the front door. “Relax, Sweetheart. It’ll be okay. I’m not going anywhere,” he tried to reassure you, not quite sure why your anxiety had spiked.

The memory of those men breaking in while you and Dean were in the bunker came flooding back the closer the two of you got to the front door.“Can we sleep in the bunker tonight?” you asked quietly, trying to get that worry to go away. 

Dean looked down at you before unlocking the front door. “I don’t mind.” His tone was calm, but he was getting concerned. 

The two of you headed straight to the bunker after Dean locked the front door. Your worry only seemed to get worse as you got closer to the door. But the moment both secret doors were closed, you finally relaxed again, even if your heart was pounding in your chest. Dean set both bags down on the floor near the couch before he pulled you into his arms.

“Will you talk to me about what has you so worried, please?” he asked gently.

You wrapped your arms around him and relaxed in his embrace. “I don’t know what it is. Something just feels off. I don’t know why I don’t feel safe out there. Maybe it’s from being kidnapped, and I just need some time to get over that.” you replied quietly, your voice shaking a little.

“We’ll take all the time you need, Sweetheart,” Dean sighed, wondering if perhaps it was deeper than that, but he wasn’t ready to broach that topic. He knew he had to tell you that you had premonitions, but that was going to wait till you were calmer. “Come on, let’s get you unpacked and see what's in those books Crowley gave me for you.” 

With a shaky breath, you let go and pulled away. You did feel safer, just not completely. Dean grabbed your bag and followed you into your room, setting it down on your bed. As you unpacked, he went back into the living room, going through his bag. He set the books on the coffee table, then smiled when he finally found the little box with your birthday present in it.

For a few moments, he just stood in your doorway, leaning against the doorframe, watching you unpack. You were calmer than the last time the two of you had to hide away down here. He watched the way you moved, with a grace he’d come to admire about you. Even when life was hard, you always found something to ground you.

“You know, I know you’re watching me,” you told him, smiling a little as you hung the dress back in the closet, not even looking over at him.

He pushed off the doorframe, making his way into your room. “Then it looks like I’m gonna have to work on being a little sneakier,” he teased, coming up behind you as you reached for an article of clothing from your bag. “Happy Birthday, Sweetheart.” His words were soft, his emotions washing over you like a soothing wave of warmth as he held out a small box in front of you.

Your eyes went wide for a moment. You’d completely forgotten it was your birthday. Slowly, you took the box from Dean, looking up at him before back down at the box. “You didn’t have to get me anything.” 

Dean chuckled a little. “I know. I wanted to. I picked it out before we came down here the first time.” he replied, and you heard the smile in his words. He rested his hands comfortably on your hips, his chin resting on your shoulder as you slid your thumb over the smooth material of the small dark blue box. A soft smile found your lips, and you slowly and carefully pulled the box open, revealing the silver pendant, a wrench on a silver chain.

You felt tears of joy as your chest tightened to fight them back, overcome with emotions you hadn’t experienced before. It wasn’t the same, getting gifts from family. This, from him, meant more to you than you had words for. Carefully, you pulled the necklace out of the box, rubbing your thumb over the smooth metal of the wrench before Dean gently plucked it from your fingers. You didn’t need to say a word; your emotions crashed over him like waves, but they were gentle. He moved your hair before fiddling with the clasp for a moment, then kissed the back of your neck once it was in place.

It sent a shiver down your spine as his hands slid down your arms, resting on your hips again. “So, you like it then?” he asked softly, resting his chin on your shoulder again.

“I love it, thank you,” you replied quietly as you reached up, holding the pendant between your thumb and finger, leaning back against him with a content sigh. 

Dean placed one more kiss on your neck before he pulled away, reluctantly. “I’m gonna go grab something out of the freezer for dinner,” he told you, but leaned down and left another quick peck on your neck, making you giggle. You turned in enough time to see the smile your giggle had brought, then went back to unpacking. 

It was a quiet evening with him, relaxing. You got to watch him cook again, but this time you got to feel what you watching him made him feel, and the happiness he had from something so simple. Afterward, you did the dishes, like you had before, but this time, he came up and held you close, pulling a contented hum from you.

“I wanted to do this before, but I never wanted to push you,” he whispered as you were rinsing the dishes.

“I’m glad you waited. But this is nice. You can do this any time you want to,” you replied with a small, happy smile. Joy like this was new to you, and you were relishing in the moments you felt it.

The two of you kept to your movie in the evening, having a playful argument over what to watch. A tickling fest broke out for a few minutes as he resorted to dirty tactics to get you to relent to his choice of Back to the Future when you wanted to watch Men in Black. He was the one who relented, though, as getting to hear your laughter was really all he wanted. He’d been very careful, though, not wanting to hurt your wrists by accident. 

Instead of sitting up to cuddle, the two of you were lying down on the couch, with you tucked comfortably against his chest. He would occasionally rub small circles with his thumb against your hip, or you would put your hand over his. It was the feeling of your skin on his that always made you let out that contented sigh. You’d also forgotten about the books that were on the coffee table, deciding to look at them in the morning.

After the movie, you didn’t get up to go to your room. You didn’t want to sleep alone, but you also didn’t want to ask him to sleep next to you if it would be difficult for him. “Sweetheart, get out of your head and stop worrying,” he sighed.

You opened your mouth to apologize, then closed it. “Would you hold me tonight?” you mumbled out, ducking your head down a little, feeling like you were asking a lot of him.

Well, he’d got you to accept him as your soulmate, now all he had to do was get you to relax all the way with him. That would be a challenge, but he was willing to go through whatever he had to, to show you that he would always be there for you.

“You gonna let me help you change again?” he whispered teasingly, trying to help lighten the mood and get you to at least get out of your head.

You instantly blushed, but also giggled. “I don’t know. Can you keep your hands to yourself?” 

“Maybe,” he drawled out, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, gently rubbing his nose along your skin. He smirked when you shivered.

“Tease,” you grumbled, making him chuckle, muffled slightly as he placed a soft kiss against your shoulder.

“Come on, let’s get you in something more comfortable,” he chuckled as he carefully maneuvered himself off the couch without you having to move. But before you could respond or get up, he scooped you into his arms, causing you to squeal and hold onto him. The laughter that erupted from deep in his chest was beautiful to you. I still think you’re a tease.Well, until you’re ready, that’s all I’ll be.

You looked up at him with a playful glare, but at the same time, you were grateful for his patience. So much had happened so quickly in the last week. Some things felt like it had happened long ago, while other things felt like fresh wounds that didn’t want to heal. And to top it off, he felt everything from you now. 

Dean set you gently down on the edge of your bed after kissing the top of your head, then rummaged through your dresser. “So, do you want the tank top and shorts or the baggy shirt?” he asked as he thought back to the things you’d worn most often.

“Umm…” was about all you got out, trying to think about his comfort instead of your own.

He sighed and grabbed the baggy shirt out of the drawer before turning toward you. “I’ll be fine. I’ve slept beside you with you in this before, when you had nightmares.” 

Your shoulders slumped a little in defeat. He’d always been sweet, always thinking of you before himself, just as you had with him. “We’re gonna have to eventually find a compromise.” you sighed.

Dean set the shirt on your lap as he looked down at you. “We will, once you’re more comfortable,” he replied, trying to keep his thoughts to himself and focus only on helping you change.

There was that tension between the two of you again, but it was different now. The way each of your emotions tugged and swirled together was both pleasant and kind of overwhelming. With the silence of the bunker, you were sure he could hear how hard your heart was beating as you lifted your arms over your head.

There was softness in his expression as he reached down and gently pulled your shirt over your head, folded it, and set it on the bed next to you. You were convinced that there were no words that could ever describe what you truly felt for him, what you’d denied until the day before. With your arms still over your head, he slipped the other shirt on, careful of your wrists, but let his fingers trail feather light over your sides, smirking when you shivered.

Tease. You thought while giving him a playful glare. It wasn’t that you were mad at him, but you were still fighting with yourself about going all the way with him. It was both terrifying and exciting to think about, so you tried not to.

Dean chuckled as you laid back on your bed, and he knelt down in front of you, carefully removing your shoes and socks. “I’m trying, okay. I’ve wanted to love you for a long time, and it’s hard not to touch you,” he replied honestly, his words just as soft as his expression.

Your breath hitched in your chest again when you felt him undoing the button of your jeans, sliding the zipper down, and hooking his fingers in the waistline before gently pulling them off of you. Don’t think. Don’t think. Don’t think. 

He laughed as he shook his head and stood up. You’re adorable, Sweetheart. With your jeans and other shirt folded, he moved to put them in your dresser as you sat up, sliding your shirt further down and huffing a little. “Mind if I sleep comfortably tonight?” he asked, finding where your clothes belonged in your dresser to put them away.

“What’s comfortably?” you asked, raising an eyebrow, both curious and almost apprehensive.

As Dean slid the drawer closed, he answered you. “Boxers typically. But if you’d prefer, I can wear sweats and a shirt.” 

You involuntarily licked your lips, having wondered what he had hiding under his clothes, to which only your imagination had been able to fill in. “I guess boxers is fine,” you replied, but there was no hiding your thoughts. “You know, if you wanted to see me without a shirt on, all you had to do was ask,” he teased as he began slipping off his shoes.

Another huff left your lips as you crossed your arms, your mind and body at war again, and you averted your eyes when he began pulling his shirt off. He stopped midway through and sighed, kneeling in front of you and resting his hands on the area just above your knees.

“Sweetheart, look at me, please,” he asked gently, and with a defeated sigh, you did. The pout on your lips made Dean frown, knowing it was more from sadness than what he’d typically find adorable. “Will you be my girlfriend?” It was a question he hadn’t thought needed to be asked, but he could feel something holding you back from completely relaxing with him. All he could do was hope that making it official between the two of you would help.

The question made you freeze for a moment, and you swore you held your breath as your lips parted slightly. Dean sighed again as he tucked a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, letting his thumb softly trace down your cheek.

“I know we’re soulmates, but I never asked you to be with me. I want you to be comfortable. I know you’re apprehensive when it comes to anything intimate, and I can respect that. If me being in just boxers is too much right now, I can wear more clothes.” He told you sincerely, slowly feeling you relax and the anxiety of it all dissipating, which brought a small smile to his lips.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, even if the emotions weren’t fully going away. It was how he was always thinking of your comfort that made your heart melt, but your guilt rise. You couldn’t even answer his question about being his girlfriend.

Dean stood up, kissed you on your forehead, then headed out to the living room. He wasn’t sure how to calm your guilt, and his thoughts wandered as he changed into a pair of sweats and a different shirt. The bunker was quiet. The silence a welcome reprieve from the last almost week of having to deal with the trial and your kidnapping. 

When he returned to the room, you’d already gotten under the covers, lying on your side and facing the far wall. I wish you didn’t feel guilty. It’s not your fault. Dean slipped under the covers, lying on his back for a moment and relishing in the softness of your bed before he turned toward you. “You wanna cuddle?” he asked, your emotions tangling with his, and all he wanted to do was feel you relax.

Without a word, you rolled over and scooted closer, resting your head on his chest, your hand over his heart as he pulled you flush against him. He gently rubbed your upper arm as he felt you take a shaky breath. “It’s okay, Sweetheart. We’re safe down here,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head.

“I’m scared, Dean. I can’t explain it, but it won’t go away. It’s like I’m scared of everything, including getting closer to you,” you whispered your confession, having finally found a few words to explain it.

His heart ached hearing that, but it matched the emotions that had been drifting through the connection. Dean was angry, too, angry at the Vaughts. He blamed them for how your life had gone. Yeah, he’d left after he graduated, but the Vaughts had been the ones who had turned your life into a living nightmare. 

“We’ll get through this, together, and at your pace,” he finally whispered, just holding you close. Dean shifted a little so that he could put his other arm around you, now lying more on his side as you snuggled against him again. You allowed yourself to relax, to let his comfort soothe your worry, your anxiety, and the fear that nagged at the back of your mind. It had been hard to let it go, to believe that everything would be fine now that the Vaughts were in jail and the judge had ruled in your favor. 

The steady beating of his heart calmed your own thudding one, and your breaths slowly evened out again. Feeling you relax allowed Dean to relax, but he didn’t drift off to sleep, not yet. He focused on you. Even when you slipped off to sleep, he could feel that tingle of fear that lingered in the back of your mind, even in your sleeping state, and it worried him.

You were in your living room in the house, it was dark, like you were getting ready for bed. The light from the full moon giving it an otherworldly glow. There was an owl outside that hooted in one of the nearby trees. Humming quietly to yourself, you headed toward the staircase but stopped, feeling that prickling of goosebumps along your skin as a shiver went down your spine. Someone’s watching me. The goosebumps came again as you held your breath, letting go of the railing before turning around. The fear felt like a vise on your lungs, making breathing almost impossible. It wasn’t Dean; he was up in the bedroom waiting for you, and you never felt terror when he watched you. As you slowly turned, you swallowed hard, seeing the man standing there, mere feet from you. Fear pricked your skin in waves, your heart thudding, and all you could do was take shallow breaths through slightly parted lips. “Y- you- you’re supposed-” you couldn’t even get words out. Then, Dean was there, standing next to you, glaring at the man who had broken into your home. Dean’s hands were in fists at his sides, his features hardened as he gave the intruder a glare that would have intimidated anyone else. “If I can’t have you, no one can,” the intruder stated with a sadistic smile as he pulled a gun from behind him, aimed it at your heart, and fired. Dean moved in front of you, the bullet hitting him instead, but you went down with him, cradling his head in your lap. Tears soaked your cheeks as he took his last breath. “Well, that works, too,” the intruder chuckled. “Looks like I can take you as mine now.” You looked up at the intruder, eyes wide as he walked closer to you when everything went black.

“NOOO!” you screamed, sitting up in your bed, panic flooding every cell of your body as you clutched the blankets to your chest.

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win over your heart (goal!)

sunwoo x reader (this is for the anon who requested jealous sunwoo and bff eric! thank youuuu~)

summary: getting partnered up with your best friend eric and your childhood enemy sunwoo for a school project isn’t always ideal.

genre: friends to lovers, childhood enemies to lovers lol, school au (high school, college, not rlly specified), soccer player sunwoo and eric!, eric is your best friend and the real mvp here actually, fluff, jealousy, confession, getting together, first kiss, reader likes photography, flirting but also shyness notes: yumi is in a weird era where she suddenly writes these long ass fics for literal no reason 😭 my true writing potential (not rlly, i could write 20k if i rlly wanted to) word count: 7k

There were many rules when it came to soccer. You never quite understood all of them. The only thing that you were absolutely sure of, was that the goal is always the main objective. So really, every time you watched soccer games, your eyes couldn’t help but wander to the area next to the two white nets, wondering which team will score next.

“Y/n! Hey.” Eric popped up from the bleachers, dressed in his usual soccer uniform. He leaned his forearms against the cool metal, looking up at you with a quirky smile. “You didn’t forget what you have to do, did you?”

You immediately shook out of your little daydream, looking down to face him. “Oh, yeah. I definitely remembered.”

Eric raised an eyebrow.

You huffed. “I remembered… just now.”

“Focus.” He rolled his eyes. Then, he gave you a cheesy thumbs-up and a wink. “Make sure I look top-tier and better than everyone else.”

“I’ll make sure I do the opposite,” You deadpanned. As he walked away, you picked up the heavy camera that hung around your neck. Photography has always been your sort of… escape. Being able to look through the lens in a completely new perspective and even capturing precious moments easily caused you to get lost in your own world.

Usually, you took pictures of scenery or pretty flowers. But sometimes, there would be a certain someone who wanted you to take high-quality pictures of him so that he could use them to impress someone that he was crushing on.

You sighed, bringing the camera up to your face, to zoom in. You moved your view around until you found the familiar back of Eric’s head. 

“Found you, dummy,” You whispered to yourself, turning the lens so that you could focus on his face. You followed him around, taking pictures whenever he would subconsciously pose in the sunlight or when a bright smile would appear on his face whenever he successfully passed the ball. 

After the first game of practice was finished, you tracked your best friend as he walked towards someone. You squinted your eyes, watching as he began to talk to him, punching his shoulder and everything. Eventually, your curiosity got the better of you and so with a held breath, you shifted your focus onto the man next to him. 

“It’s you,” You wondered to yourself, pulling back briefly. “Sunwoo.”

Sunwoo was your enemy. Well, not anymore. Elementary school enemies. It was funny, really. You two had always bickered when you were little children, sticking tongues out and messing up each other’s coloring papers.

“I’m gonna tell on you!” You would always threaten whenever he stole your little zebra eraser.

“Nuh-uh!”

There never was a day where you didn’t fight with him. Up until elementary school ended and he had moved away. 

You brought the camera back up, trying to find Eric again but he was long gone. You sighed, as you went back to search for him, but again, your camera landed back on Sunwoo. Swallowing nervously, you watched as he began to play in his own style. Even the way he ran was alluring. He was a lot more serious than Eric, but his eyes were always adorably bright and his hair always bounced like a puppy’s.

You forgot to mention that when Sunwoo had come back to school all grown up, he had really grown up. Taller, broader, his jawline suddenly appearing? It was hard to admit but he became… attractive rather than the cute, scrawny boy from before.

You were enamored, the thought of taking pictures of Eric completely abandoning your mind. You knew that Sunwoo was a very skilled soccer player, which was why he was always moving. Stretching his legs, rolling his neck, blah, blah. 

“If you would just stay still…” You mumbled, only managing to take horribly blurry pictures. And suddenly, he paused. “Aha,” You breathed out with excitement. “Stay there.” 

But just as you were about to click the button, he was looking up at you, with a confused pout. And then it turned into a growing smirk. 

You inhaled sharply, pulling the camera away from your face, your cheeks burning.

“Oh my god,” You panicked and shut your eyes in hopes that this was all a dream. When you peeked one eye open, he was still staring up at you. You simply wanted to crawl into a hole.

And you could have just stood up and left. But poor, poor you. Oblivious you. You decided to wave. Wave at him.

Sunwoo widened his eyes slightly. And then he waved back, giving you a small smile. Even from so far away, you could see the twinkle in his eye.

—

Practice had finally ended which meant that you could finally escape the heat of sitting on the bleachers. You bounded down the stairs to meet up with Eric. 

“Tell me! He eagerly jogged up to you with an excited smile. “Did you get any good pictures? Ones that will make people fall in love with me?”

You winced. “I think I did?”

“Great! Let me see–” He reached forward to grab your camera. Normally, you would let him, but this was different. You couldn’t risk him seeing all the pictures that you had taken of Sunwoo.

“No!” You blurted out. “I have to edit them. Some of them aren’t–”

“Eric?” Sunwoo walked up to the two of you, a knowing smile on his lips. Even while sweaty, he still glowed under the setting sun. It was quite unfair actually.

You gulped. “What?”

He raised an eyebrow, motioning to your camera. “Are they all pictures of Eric?”

You bit your lip, glancing down at the floor. “Of course. Why wouldn’t they be?”

Sunwoo only smiled wider. “Could’ve sworn you were focusing on someone else.”

“You’re imagining things, Sunwoo.” You glared.

Eric gasped. “You were taking pictures of someone else? Who?”

You shook your head, whining and holding the camera desperately out of reach. “I did not! Leave me alone.”

Eric laughed louder. “Never. Not as long as you’re with me.” He surged forward, pulling you into a tight hug as he pressed a loud kiss to the top of your head.

“Eric,” You giggled shoving him away. Except, he only prevailed, holding you closer. Physical touch has always been your guys’ thing. Neither of you complained. That was just what best friends do.

“You will accept my kisses.” He glowered.

“Fine, fin—“ Your eyes met Sunwoo’s. He was staring at the two of you with an incomprehensible expression. Your eyes traveled down and you could see how oddly stiff his shoulders were.

You cleared your throat nervously and pushed Eric off, making him grumble sulkily.

“Can you go ahead without me?” You turned to your best friend. “I have to ask Sunwoo something.”

“Sunwoo? Why would you— ow.” He winced when you pinched him on the shoulder. With a pout, he walked away.

Eric was aware that you knew Sunwoo from way before. You both were best friends after all, meeting just a few years ago. No secrets were to be kept. Well… except for the fact that you think Sunwoo is cute. But that’s different.

You turned to Sunwoo with an embarrassed frown. “If you could just forget that all happened, I would greatly appreciate it.”

“That you were secretly taking pictures of me?” Sunwoo tilted his head innocently.

Immediately, a blush rose to your cheeks. “I was not.”

“Show me then.” He glanced at the camera around your neck. You hesitated but with a sigh you turned it on. Sunwoo approached you and you could even hear his breathing. You let out a shaky exhale, willing your heartbeat to calm down.

You clicked through the pictures, praying that they would all be of Eric. But to no avail, the very next picture was of Sunwoo, kicking the ball.

He hummed, looking at you with a mischievous smile.

“That looks like me.”

You stuttered, at a loss for words. He only continued to stare back, his eyes gleaming.

“Fine!” You blurted out. “It is you. But please.” You squeezed your eyes shut, hanging your head low. “This is embarrassing,” You mumbled quietly.

“Why?” You could practically hear his smirk. Then, a finger was under your chin, pulling you up to face him. You gasped quietly, trying to look anywhere but at him. He only leaned closer. “I think it’s cute,” He whispered. “After all these years, I have a secret admirer. And it’s you.”

“I am not!” You sputtered, blushing profusely. “Last time I remember, you stole my favorite crayon.”

“You’re still on that?” He pouted.

“Yes, in fact. I very much am,” You stubbornly huffed.

He pulled away finally but he was still smiling. “You do know I was doing all that to get your attention right?” 

You froze. “What?”

“We were never enemies. At least I thought we weren’t,” He mumbled as he quickly turned away. If you stepped forward any further you could see that his ears turned red.

“Sunwoo?”

He only walked faster.

—

“What are the chances that we all get paired up together?” Eric happily plopped down on the desk in front of where you and Sunwoo were sitting together. 

“Great,” Sunwoo huffed. “It was supposed to be me and Y/n. You just happened to show up late.”

“Aw,” Eric cooed playfully. “Don’t be so jealous.”

“I’m not,” He mumbled. Surprised, you turned to him, only to see his flushed cheeks as he avoided your gaze.

You giggled to yourself as you picked up the paper you were assigned.

“Exploring each other’s hobbies. A way to expand a person’s interests and grow a connection to the other.” You read with a bored voice. “Each person will teach the other their hobby and— This feels like the school talent show all over again.”

Sunwoo laughed. “Remember when I tripped you during your cute little dance routine?”

“Yes,” You groaned. “I was literally about to cry by the way.”

Eric watched your interaction with a growing smile. It was his time to play cupid.

“Did I hear that right?” He spoke up with a grin.

“Hm?”

“Cute. Cute?” He turned to Sunwoo. “Are you flirting with my best friend right now?”

Sunwoo immediately sputtered. “No. I was not. I actually thought it was stupid and dumb.”

You gazed at him with a small smile. “You thought my silly dance was cute?”

He grumbled, flopping down to hide his face in his arms. “I— I didn’t. Not at all.”

Suddenly, the teacher came around and she poked Sunwoo in the shoulder.

“No sleeping in class, young man. And you two should start working.”

You sighed, turning back to the paper.

“As I was saying before someone brought back bad memories.” You glared at Sunwoo who’s cheeks were still tinted red. “We’re supposed to try each other’s hobbies and write a few sentences on what we think about it.”

“Easy,” Eric replied. “What hobbies are we doing?”

“Photography.” You smiled giddily.

“Soccer,” Sunwoo said. 

“But I already know how to play,” Eric whined. “Oh, but Y/n doesn’t.” He gasped. “You’re going to be a great soccer player,” He joked as he took your hand in his. He intertwined your fingers with his with an excited smile.

You laughed, turning to Sunwoo only to see that he was staring directly at your connected hands, a small frown on his face.

“Enough of this,” He muttered grumpily, reaching forward to grab both yours and Eric’s wrists, pulling them apart. His warm hand lingered on yours for a second, making you inhale sharply.

“What about you?” You choked out, turning away to hide your blush. “Eric.”

“Me?” He said. He gave a sly smile. “It’s a surprise.” 

—

“You walk awfully fast.”

You heard a voice call out from behind you. Classes had ended which meant the usual routine of you heading home.

Turning around, you were met with the sight of Sunwoo running towards you, bag slung over his shoulder. His hair was slightly wavy, reminding you of a poodle.

“Sunwoo,” You breathed out. “What are you doing here?”

He gave you a quirked-up smile.

“Am I not allowed to walk you home?”

You laughed. “It’s a short walk, I’m okay.”

He shook his head, beginning to walk side-by-side with you. It was a comfortable silence with him occasionally taking soft glances at you.

“So,” He spoke up. “You and Eric.” You looked at him, noticing a nervous expression flit across his face.

“What about him?”

He frowned. “How long have you known him for?”

“Mmm…” You thought for a second. “About three years.”

A relieved look replaced his anxious one. “So you’ve known me longer.” 

“Well…” You eyed him skeptically. “We were young kids and you did disappear for a good while. And came back really tall all of a sudden.” You nudged his shoulder with a smile. “Didn’t think you would be one of the taller ones.”

“Hey." He scowled. “What do you take me for? Of course I would be tall.” He puffed his chest out, making you laugh dearly.

But then, his expression softened as he looked at you with a sort of longing in his eyes.

“But, I’m sorry,” He whispered. “For disappearing like that. I didn’t want to move away but—“

“It’s okay,” You reassured him. “I mean, for what it’s worth…” You trailed off when you realized just how intently he was gazing at you. But still, you kept up the eye contact no matter how warm your cheeks felt. “I did miss you. When you were gone.”

Sunwoo’s eyebrows rose as he stared at you almost like he was in disbelief. But then, it contorted into a teasing look.

“You missed me?” His laugh was deep. “Tell me, are you in love with me or something?”

Heat rose to your cheeks rapidly. “I was trying to be genuine and nice!” You huffed. “Fine, I'll take it back. I didn’t miss you at all.”

“Don’t be like that,” He teased further.

You grumbled, stubbornly turning away.

“Look at me.” He tapped your shoulder. When you did, you noticed that his coy smile was gone, now replaced with a shy, timid one. “And for what it’s worth,” He mumbled, copying your previous words. “I missed you too.”

“See!” You exclaimed, trying to hide the smile that threatened to widen on your lips. “Was that so hard to say?”

“Definitely. Took all of my courage actually,” He joked, giving you a charming tilt of his lips.

You snorted. Something glinted in the corner of your eye and your smile fell briefly.

“Is that…” You pointed at the keychain that hung on his bag. It was a small plastic cat, dirty and chipped, almost like he had gotten it years ago.

He widened his eyes, his hand shooting out to cover it from your sight.

“It’s nothing.”

Your mouth dropped.

“Take it.” You had shoved a cat keychain in his hand. “Since you’re moving away and all… you should have this.”

Young Sunwoo had frowned at you. “I don’t want it. It’s ugly.” 

But he still took it from you anyway.

You had assumed he was going to throw it out or give it away but here it was, hanging on his bag.

“Oh my god, Sunwoo,” You whispered in utter shock. “You kept it for so long?”

He shut his eyes, wincing from mortification. “It— it was too hideous to throw out.”

“Sure.” You smirked. “Then tell me, Sunwoo. Are you in love with me or something?”

And for some odd reason, he never answered the question.

–

“Photography is all about capturing the moment in it’s best,” You explained. “As long as you do so, then it doesn’t matter if your camera is absolute shit.” You snickered, glancing at Eric with his camera that was basically holding on for dear life. It was battered and dusty as he had claimed that he found it in his attic. 

Eric pouted. “I tried to find a better one,” He cried.

Sunwoo laughed to himself. He didn’t have a camera, so he was borrowing yours. Something about the way he gently handled it put a funny feeling in your heart that you couldn’t quite comprehend. 

The three of you had agreed to meet at a park, where it was likely to find subjects to take pictures of. Pretty flowers and the like.

“Using a camera is self-explanatory, but it’s the focusing that people need to work on,” You said. “But, I like to think that it comes naturally, as long as they choose something beautiful in their eyes to take a picture of.”

The two of them stared at you blankly, like obedient puppies who wanted a treat. You groaned, frustrated.

“So go,” You urged them. “Capture what’s beautiful to you.”

“Oh right!” Eric shot up, running over to a bed of flowers. You followed him and you helped him focus on a specific pink one. 

“You’re supposed to– twist it so that it–” 

“I got it!” Eric looked at you determined. “You may be my best friend but you’re a pretty bad teacher.”

You whined, pulling away. “That’s harsh coming from someone who has a camera that’s literally unable to focus at all.”

“Oh.” His mouth dropped open. “Is that why it doesn’t work?”

You snorted. “No. Your camera isn’t even turned on.”

“Shut up.” He scowled. 

You laughed, turning around. That was when you saw Sunwoo, standing from a distance. He had the camera brought up to his face. Underneath, you could see a small smile on his lips.

But the thing is, he was pointing the camera straight at you.

Your past words rang through your ears. You felt your breath be completely taken away at the realization. Sunwoo seemed to be unfazed as he only zoomed closer on you.

Clearing your throat, you walked up to him.

“Me?” Your hand came up to the camera, pushing it down so that his kind eyes met yours. 

He nodded, stepping closer so that he was only inches away from your face. You could feel your heart beat all throughout your limbs as your breath was caught in your throat. His hand came up to the side of your face and you felt something being tucked behind your ear.

You furrowed your eyebrows and touched it. It was a small, white flower.

“Sunwoo?” You breathed out, your voice shaky.

“You said to capture what’s beautiful to me,” He answered. You couldn’t even bring yourself to reply as he stepped backward, brought the camera up to his eye, and took a picture of you. You were sure you looked like a deer in headlights. A deer with a flower tucked behind its ear.

“You…” Your mouth went dry as you looked down at your shoes like they were the most interesting thing. “I don’t know what to say.” 

Sunwoo smiled. He took the camera off his neck and handed it to you.

“Just know that I think you’re the most beautiful,” He whispered. He walked away as soon as he noticed Eric coming towards you. 

Your mouth gaped open yet no sound came out. You turned the camera on and looked through the pictures. There were no photos of flowers or butterflies. They were all of you either talking to Eric or walking toward Sunwoo. And the last photo was what made your legs go weak. The one with the flower behind your ear. 

“Woah, you look so nice in that picture!” Eric stated, peering from behind you.

You had forgotten to mention that what the photographer captures, is what they truly see in their eyes. 

(Photography seems fun. Though it isn’t something I would pursue, I did learn to take pictures of lovely things. Or people. There’s one person in particular. - Sunwoo)

-

“Soccer isn’t just about kicking the ball.” Eric walked across the field, his chin held up high like their coach always did. “It’s about– uh…”

You tilted your head in confusion.

“Nevermind, it really is just about kicking the ball,” He muttered, his cheeks flushing. Sunwoo snorted, taking the ball from him.

“We’re just going to kick the ball at the goal over there.” He pointed out.

You nodded. “See? Eric, Sunwoo’s a much better teacher already.” Without thinking, you grabbed Sunwoo’s arm, pulling him closer. You didn’t notice him begin to blush profusely.

“No, no.” Eric shook his head. “I’ll teach you how to kick the ball properly.”

You sighed. “Fine. Prove yourself.”

“I will!” Eric stuck his tongue out at you. You let go of Sunwoo so that Eric could walk behind you. He rested his hands on your shoulders, tilting your body slightly. “When you kick the ball, you don’t use the tip of your shoe. You use the–”

The both of you were interrupted by Sunwoo clearing his throat. He was practically glaring daggers at Eric, his eyebrow raised.

“Let me teach.”

Your breath hitched and you turned to Eric. He seemed to be completely unbothered though. Instead, there was a knowing smile on his lips as he looked at Sunwoo, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Okay,” He jested. “Go ahead.”

He easily backed off, bewildering you. You stared after him about to say something but he cut you off again.

“Your boyfriend is a really jealous person,” He remarked, cackling as he walked off to kick the ball around for himself.

You squeaked. “He’s not–”

You inhaled sharply when you noticed that Sunwoo was already standing behind you. 

“Pay attention,” He whispered, his voice sending shivers down your spine. 

“Oh,” You breathed out shakily. “Okay.”

You could hear him huff out a subtle laugh as he brought the soccer ball closer to your foot. Did the weather change? You wondered why it was starting to feel so warm. 

It got much, much hotter when you registered the feeling of a large hand resting on your waist. He gently shifted you so that you were at an angle. You took in a deep breath.

“At an angle,” He explained. “Use the inner side of your foot to kick the ball.”

You looked up at him. He was gazing back at you, his eyes soft on yours. With a shaky exhale, you turned back to face the goal. And then you kicked the ball. You watched as it traveled barely a short distance before stopping right behind the goal line.

“I hate this,” You cried. 

Sunwoo laughed, his deep voice alluring. “You did alright.”

“Better than that one time you fell flat on your face in kindergarten,” You snapped.

He pouted. “You remember that?”

You snickered. “Of course I do. That was the first time we met.”

“Yes, and you–”

“Don’t finish that sentence.”

Eric appeared out of nowhere, balancing the soccer ball on top of his shoe. “You what?” He watched the both of you intently.

You blushed, and shoved Sunwoo away after realizing just how close he was to you. “Nothing! I did nothing.”

“Are you okay?” You called out after realizing a boy had fallen on his face.

“I’m fine,” He had sniffled.

“Here, let me help you.” You beamed. You sat beside him for the next few minutes, putting bandages on his scratched knees. 

“Thank you,” He whispered.

Yeah, definitely childhood enemies.

Sunwoo smirked as he looked at you. “You’re still the same to this day, you know,” He replied.

“How so?”

“You like to take care of me.”

“I don’t,” You grumbled.

“Oh, so what was that water bottle doing right next to my locker when I said that I was thirsty?” He grinned.

You slapped a hand over his mouth urgently. “How did you know it was me?”

“On the piece of paper next to it. You still have similar handwriting from what I remember.” He winked.

(Sunwoo is a great teacher. But also a little excessive. Waist grabbing to teach how to kick? Someone’s awfully whipped. - Eric)

–

“Tell me I look good,” Eric pleaded. He began to practically hyperventilate, severely worrying you.

You set your hands on each of his shoulders.

“You look great. Very handsome.”

Eric whined. “Do you really mean it?”

“Mhm,” You nodded with a smile. “Now go. This is your first date, you can’t mess it up.”

He nodded, determined.

“Okay. I’ll text you after, okay?”

You smiled and waved goodbye. As he was walking out of the school grounds, he turned back around.

“I look good right?” He hollered again, cupping his hands around his mouth.

“You look hot!” You yelled back, waving and jumping up and down, causing Eric to double in laughter.

Once he was out of sight, you turned around, only to see Sunwoo sitting at a bench reading a book. You raised your eyebrows and went to take a seat next to him.

“You hate reading,” You finally said after a few moments of silence.

“Oh do I?” He looked up at you. 

“Yes. Unless you’re a changed man?”

“Definitely,” He dully remarked, turning back to his book. You studied him oddly. Something about his tone threw you off. It lacked emotion, almost like he was upset.

“…Sunwoo?” You leaned closer so that he would look at you.

“What?” He glanced at you briefly before gulping and turning back to his book. You could tell he wasn't reading a single word.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine,” He replied. Yet there wasn't even a hint of a smile on his face.

“Are you sure? You can tell me.”

He shut the book harshly before turning to you.

“I mean, if you’re going to call him handsome and…” He paused. “Hot. You might as well date him.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What? Eric?”

“Yes, Eric,” He huffed grumpily.

You stared in utter disbelief. This was… different. He was looking back at you intently while being adorably frustrated. There was a crease between his eyebrows and a cute pout on his lips. Slowly, your frown began to grow into an endearing smile.

“Sunwoo,” You giggled. You took the book away, placing it down. Your hand wrapped around his, pulling it into his lap.

“What’re you doing?” He asked gruffly. You could hear the shakiness in his voice.

“Sunwoo,” You whispered. “Are you… jealous?”

“What? I’m not—“ He wrenched his hand away, his cheeks red. “I’m just annoyed that you call him handsome and all,” He grumbled, rolling his eyes. “You don’t do that for me.”

Your smile only widened as you looked at him knowingly. His shoulders squared and he cleared his throat awkwardly. Now his ears have turned red.

“I’m not jealous,” He insisted, frowning endearingly.

“If you’re so sure about it then I guess I won’t call you handsome then…” You sighed, biting back a smile as you stood up from the bench. Suddenly, a hand caught onto your wrist.

“Wait. Are you really?” He looked up at you with round eyes.

You shrugged. “It’s a pity since you’re so certain that you’re not jealous.”

“No!” He blurted out. When he realized his volume he blushed even more. “No. I— I guess I was a bit jealous…”

“And?” You laughed, sitting back down.

“And… can you call me handsome now?” He hung his head low.

You laughed even louder. “Yes.” You cupped his face in your hands. “You are so handsome.”

You could see him visibly struggle to conceal his smile. 

“So handsome. So handsome I will faint,” You exaggerated. 

“Ah…” He mumbled, grabbing hold of your hands and trying to escape your hold. “That one time was enough.”

You ignored him. “But you’re so handsome!”

“Okay,” He whined, blushing intensely. “I— I get it.”

–

“You never told us what your hobby is.” You frowned, sitting next to your best friend after practice had ended. 

“Oh, right,” Eric replied. And then a smile grew on his face, slightly scaring you. “I’ll tell you first and then I’ll tell Sunwoo once he’s done.”

“Okay, what is it? You’re being awfully suspicious.”

He motioned you so that you would lean closer. He cupped his hands around your ear and whispered, “Dressing up.”

“Huh?” You pulled away in bewilderment, staring at him like he was the craziest man in the world. “Dressing up? Since when did you like to–”

“Shh,” He panicked, slapping a hand over your mouth. “Call it a guilty pleasure of mine.” He grinned.

You cringed. “Okay. So, what do you want us to do then?”

“Dress up?” He replied like it was the easiest thing ever. “Wear your fancy clothes or whatever. And then meet there.” He pointed at one of the goalposts. “Seven in the evening. Don’t be late.”

You groaned. “I don’t want to dress up though.”

“Trust me,” He pleaded. “It’ll be worth it.”

You sighed. “Fine, but only because we’re best friends.”

“Great!” He excitedly stood up. “See you there!”

“Mhm, all dressed up.” You rolled your eyes.

–

Just like he had requested, you stood under one of the soccer goalposts. The sky was orange, and the sun setting beautifully. And yes, you had attempted to dress up. You did your hair and everything, even wearing your nicer clothes. But, you didn’t enjoy standing there. All alone.

Maybe you were early, but there was no one else standing beside you. Sometimes you despised Eric for being so mysterious. You bit your lip nervously, pulling out your phone. You dialed Eric’s number and he picked up a few moments later.

“Eric? Where are you?”

“Oh, Y/n.” He laughed nervously. “About that… I uh– caught a cold.” He forced a cough out that was oddly suspicious. “So I can’t show up.”

“What?” You panicked. “So I did all this for nothing?”

“Don’t forget Sunwoo,” He sang. Before you could even reply, he had already hung up, leaving you stranded. You groaned, frustrated as you put your phone away. 

You were just about to grab your things and go back home but that was when you caught a figure in the background. A very familiar figure.

“Sunwoo?” You tilted your head.

He came into view. He definitely didn’t get the memo of dressing up but he somehow still looked good. He had a hand behind his back, hiding something.

“Did you–”

“Oh wow,” He breathed out, stepping forward as he looked you over. He gave you a soft smile. “You look really… nice.”

Already, you could feel your legs transform into jelly. 

“Thank you,” You whispered. “But did you also dress up?”

Sunwoo looked at you with confusion. “Dress… up?” He pulled his hand away, only to reveal a bouquet of flowers. It was beautiful, filled with colorful tulips and carnations. You gulped at the sight, gazing at him with shock. 

“Sunwoo…” You uttered. “What is this?”

He pouted with puzzlement. “Did you not get flowers?”

You frowned. “...No. Eric told me that the thing was to dress up.”

“Huh.” He was deep in thought. “He told me that it was to make bouquets.”

“What?” And then it dawned on you. “Don’t tell me–”

He laughed, clutching the flowers to his chest. “This is a set-up.”

You snorted. “What’s the point of this? It looks almost like a love confession.”

He grew silent at that. 

“Don’t tell me he noticed...” You heard him mutter to himself quietly. 

You stepped closer. “Notice what?”

“Nothing.” He turned away. 

“No, tell me.” 

He sighed. “Well, I did make this for you,” He grumbled as he placed the flowers in your hand. You smiled as you observed how well it was made. The ribbon was tied neatly and the flowers were arranged beautifully. 

“Thank you, Sunwoo.” Your eyes sparkled.

He blushed, turning away.

“And what do you mean by you making this for me specifically?” You widened your eyes. 

“I found out that flowers have meanings so–” He pointed at the pink and red flowers. “The carnations and tulips both mean… love and affection.”

“Oh,” You dumbly replied. You laughed trying to ignore the pounding of your heart. “Are you in love with me or something?”

You had expected him to roll his eyes or deny it. But instead, he stayed quiet and looked at you with utmost sincerity, as if to silently tell you that,

Yes, I am.

You blinked, the flowers falling to your side.

“Sunwoo?”

“You have to listen to me first,” He said quietly. “I didn’t expect this to happen today but I guess Eric had other plans.”

You looked up at him softly. “For what to happen?”

“For me to tell you that…” He searched your eyes helplessly. “That I like you.”

You felt your whole world shift, almost making you drop the bouquet. “Wh–what?”

“I like you. A lot. And I have since all those years that we bickered as young kids. The reason why I teased you or stole your things was because I wanted you to pay attention to me. And I still tease you to this day because I like your cute reaction,” He rambled. “And I–”

“Don’t be nervous,” You whispered.

He sighed. “But you make me nervous.”

Your breath hitched, your grip on the bouquet tightening. 

“You make me so nervous that I become a fool,” He said. “I’m supposed to be calm and collected but when I’m with you, I… I get jealous and anxious. And I feel like I look stupid all the time.”

You shook your head. “That’s not—“

“And,” He groaned, blushing even more than before. He reached into his pocket and pulled out something small that sat in the palm of his hand. “I still have this stupid crayon. Because I’m always thinking of you.”

You gaped at it, then looked back up at him. He no longer had the constant smug or teasing look, instead, it was replaced with an unsureness that made your eyes soften.

“Sunwoo.”

“I know,” He mumbled, looking away briefly. “This is sudden and I understand if you don’t like me back. I just needed to tell you at some point. It’s been years.”

“Years?” You whispered. You stepped closer after gently putting the flowers down. You placed a hand on the side of his face and you were pleasantly surprised to see him nuzzle into your touch. Oh, he was going to be the death of you. “After all this time?”

He nodded nervously.

And then you laughed. You just couldn’t help it. He frowned cutely at you, humming in confusion.

“What’s so funny?” He asked.

“No I—“ Your eyes crinkled with a smile. “I just can’t believe it. I thought we were enemies this whole time.”

He whined, “God no, I really liked you. I still do.”

“For me, back then…”

His eyes brightened. “You liked me back too?”

You winced. “Okay, not really.” You eyed him sheepishly. “I did actually despise you in elementary school.”

Sunwoo laughed lightheartedly.

“But that doesn’t mean I don’t like you right now.”

“Well I would hope that you don’t hate m— what?” He swallowed thickly, studying your features with a mixture of disbelief and undying hope. “You like me?”

You nodded, your smile widening. “Why’re you so surprised?”

“Because I’m a complete loser.” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“Who said I don’t like this complete loser?” You teased, caressing his cheek with your thumb. “And besides, you’re not really. You’re cute and sweet.”

He choked.

“I like this side of you,” You continued.

“Which one?” He asked shyly.

“The one where you always look out for me.” You searched his eyes tenderly. “The one who always blocks me from getting hit by a soccer ball and the one who always checks up on me when I’m tired. That side of you.”

“Of course,” He answered softly, turning to press a small kiss to the palm of your hand, causing you to stutter over a breath. “It’s only natural.”

You grinned.

“Then it’s only natural that I do this then.” Before he could get a single word out, you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek. You lingered there for a moment, trying to process your own mess of feelings, before pulling away with reddening cheeks.

His eyes were wide and his pupils were dilated as he gazed at you with so much admiration that you couldn’t help but shy away, pulling your hand with you.

And then he spoke again, a teasing lilt in his voice.

“You deserve a yellow card for that.”

You pouted. Soccer terms were the death of you. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” He chuckled. “It was foul play.”

You bit back a smile, looking at him shyly. “How so?”

You gasped when you felt two hands on your waist, pulling you in close and right up to his chest. His eyes had never once left yours after the kiss on his cheek. He only continued to gaze at you lovingly.

“You were supposed to kiss me on the lips.” He smiled softly. 

“Oh.” You rolled your eyes. “Well I’m sorry, Mr. Referee that I—“

“Blah, blah.” He smirked. “Make it up to me then.”

“As a matter of fact,” You huffed, with fake annoyance. “I will.” Your hand came up to the back of his neck and you pulled him right against his lips, making him manage out a mmph noise. Butterflies immediately filled your stomach to its very brim when his hold on your waist tightened and he began to tilt his head to deepen the kiss.

Soon enough, he began to smile into it, even breathing out a husky laugh that only turned the butterflies in your stomach into literal cartwheels. When he pulled away eventually, he still lingered on your lips, pressing small pecks on them which made you giggle.

You could see clearly that he was in a daze with the way his eyes were blanked out and his cheeks were flushed adorably. 

“I think I just scored the best goal in my life.”

You erupted with laughter at that, pulling him into a hug as you hid your face in the crook of his shoulder. 

“When you like someone you become so cheesy,” You laughed. “It’s hilarious.”

“Specifically because I like you.” He pulled away, searching your face with fondness. “I can’t help it.”

He took your hand in his, bringing it up to his chest, right where his heartbeat was. You widened your eyes, but you also weren’t that surprised to find that his heart was pounding rapidly. 

“See?” He frowned.

You giggled. “That’s so cute. You’re so cute.”

He struggled to contain a shy grin. 

“You should have this back.” He placed the crayon in your hand. It was your favorite color and it sort of looked foolish in your hand, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. “Sorry for stealing it in the first place…”

You stared at it, feeling all the fond memories rush through your brain. You did contemplate keeping it, but instead, you threw it behind you, letting it land somewhere among the grass of the soccer field.

“What was that for?” He groaned. 

“I only like you.” You giggled. “You’re my favorite now,” You joked. "A great kisser too." 

You had expected Sunwoo to retort with a comeback or tease you like he usually did. But instead, he blushed. Maybe you broke him after that kiss.

“You can't just casually say that,” He said with a pout and a bothered huff. “That’s your second yellow card. Which technically means a red card.”

“And what’s that?” You smiled slyly.

“Penalty. So come kiss me again please.”

You rolled your eyes. Taking hold of his collar, you pulled him into another kiss in which he happily obliged with an adorable hum.

Walking back home together, it seemed that Sunwoo couldn't keep his lips off you.

"For the project, what grade do you think we'll ge- mm?" You were interrupted by his lips on yours once again. You stared at him, bewildered. "At least let me talk, Sunwoo."

He pressed another kiss to your lips. And then two more on each of your cheeks. And then one on your nose. You squeezed your eyes shut with mortification.

"No can do," He replied, smirking slightly. "You look too pretty for me not to kiss you. Like you do everyday."

You clutched the bouquet close to your heart. Oh, he was going to be the death of you.

(eric when i find u im going to kill u -Y/n)

(ahhh ur so scaryyyyyyy -Eric)

Grade: 95% (-5 points for bad grammar.)

–

“Eric!” You yelled, running toward him with one fist already raised. Your other hand was… preoccupied. With holding Sunwoo’s hand as he trailed after you like a lost puppy.

Eric snickered at the sight, even pulling out his phone to take a picture of you practically dragging your boyfriend along.

“Hey, at least give me the credit for getting you together!” He shouted back as you approached him. “I had to set it up. You both were getting frustrating.”

“We didn’t need your help.” You glared.

Eric raised an eyebrow and glanced at Sunwoo. “I don’t know. I could tell he was too shy to say anything, hence why I–” He pointed at himself proudly. “–had to come in. You should’ve seen how focused he was when making that bouquet. He is in love.”

“Are you?” You grinned, facing Sunwoo. His ears had tinted red, funnily enough.

He shrugged, trying to act completely normal. “Maybe, maybe not.” Yet he refused to look you in the eye.

You turned back to Eric, only to see him smiling knowingly. You laughed, already knowing what he was going to say. It seems that best friends share the same thoughts.

“He is so in love,” Eric whispered, cupping his hand around his mouth.

“Shut up,” Sunwoo grumbled. Yet he continued to gaze at you with heart eyes.

[tpotr]

Hi my writer, I came to let you know here on Tumbrl as you told me about part 2 of the Aerea-Rhaegal body swap fanfic in which they wake up in their genderless counterparts, thank you in advance.

It's been a while since I've got this req, but hehe, did it. Thank you for sending this in! This is part 2 of this req over here, where Aerea, Rhaegal, Aemma and Daella (Genderbent!Green children, ordered by age) wake up in the bodies of their not genderbent counterparts. This time with actual Daella on screen, lol. This one is more of a feel good fanfic, ngl.

Genderbent!Helaegon | Humor/Fluff | AU of a series | wc: 1995

“Prince Daeron has come, your Grace,” a servant says when they all stand at the hall.

Rhaegal lifts his head in interest, and so do his sisters — or brothers, at the current moment. These bodies they found themselves in had not been theirs, but until they found a solution, he had been degined to wear the dresses. It hasn’t been all that bad; Princess Helaena’s dresses all seemed to have been made of comfortable fabrics and cuts, and Aerea had made sure to stick in his hair as many of insect themed jewels that would be considered palatable to court. Seeing ‘Prince Aegon’ help his wife in the mornings seemed to have left their maids speechless, but they’ve all been shooed away quickly enough. Aemma had quite a bit of thrill herself as ‘Prince Aemond’, getting to know she’s one of the Keep’s most intimidating men.

This Queen Alicent had been different from theirs. Certainly, a mother of three boys and one girl, rather than the other way around. But although not their mother, she had been no less caring or worrisome. They have adjusted to the roles of her children to calm her down, told her all had been a prank, but she insisted they remain by her side for a while.

“My sweet boy,” her brown eyes brighten when she sees a silver-haired boy entering the room. He has eyes of violet, as any of them do, with long light eyelashes framing them. The sun pecked him freckled, soft dotting seeming a blush over his nose bridge. He has a tentative smile on, and his arms hold each other in front of his body as if hiding together under billowing sleeves. “The ride must’ve been long. You should’ve told me you are coming, your room would’ve been prepared.”

Prince Daeron smiles a boyish smile.“It is of no matter, mother,”  He answers softly. Prince Daeron eyes his siblings prolongedly, as if seeking something out. Aemma and Aerea both glance at Rhaegal, a conference of eyes taking place. There must be a reason for this arrival, at this time, Rhaegal thinks, and comes forward towards the boy, trying to make a proud walk as noticeable as possible with skirts of the dress seeking to drown it out. His sisters follow soon behind him.

“Daeron,” he says, reaching for his arm. The name feels odd on his tongue. “How has it been with Uncle Mundy?”

The queen turns to him, lifting a brown brow. “Uncle Mundy?”

The boy’s eyes crinkle to the utmost joy and relief, their glimmer nothing less than starlike in quality. “Well!” Daeron— Daella, now without doubt— and rushes into his embrace. This male form of his youngest sister is surprisingly lanky. He wonders if this is how sisters feel normally; gods, he has never felt so short.

Perhaps now he could understand his wife’s tantrums of being the smallest of them four. Unfortunately for her, Prince Aegon’s height has only elevated her one spot on that list, and she had been quick to make note of it. “This is ridiculous,” she says annoyedly, when Daella lets him go. Prince Aegon’s hand reaches up to Prince Daeron’s hair, as if to level him. “Who allowed you to become a tree?”

Daella chuckles, coming to hug her and Aemma as well. They are stuck in this position, them all, but at least they are together. 

“We should see what you have become on the training yard,” Aemma says, keeping a calm tone, although laced with intrigue. Prince Aemond had a menacing appearance to him, with a strong jaw and the most conniving of looks, but his lips earned a cat-like grin when Aemma spoke. There may be a chance that it was natural to that body, but Rhaegal could tell Aemma had been excited. “Things are quite different, now.” 

They both turn to Ser Criston naturally. The man blinks at the both from Alicent’s side; it is clear that they needn't have any of his permission here. He only proceeds to clarify. “At this moment, my Prince?” 

The grin on Prince Aemond’s face is undoubtedly Aemma’s. “Yes.”

Aerea snorts, and Rhaegal tries to keep himself from chuckling too. Even in the male bodies, Daella grabs onto Aemma to drag her forward, locking arms with one another. Despite the odd, almost resigned looks from Alicent and Criston, Rhaegal brings his own arm to lock with Aerea and go after them. 

It makes the Queen and the Kingsguard even further confused, but he minds it not. Today, Prince Aegon and Princess Helaena walk hand in hand, and Rhaegal will enjoy every minute of it.

— 

It is a storm of swords between his sisters in the yard.

They make the fullest of every moment. Each clank of a sword earns them intense cheers from the crowd of watching bystanders, and it is quite a crowd; long it has been since two princes sparred each other on this yard, it appears. It had never been a primary interest of his, but he feels odd now, watching from the sidelines himself. 

He leans his head against Prince Aegon’s shoulder. That body is surprisingly not that different in softness from his wife’s, although he can’t say it is quite the same, either. Still, it’s comforting within all this noise and strangeness. 

“Sulking?” she asks. It sounds a drier remark in the lower voice she attained herself. He keeps his lips lined.

“No, it is only…” he trails off. The violet gaze of hers is no less piercing as a prince, and the rise of an eyebrow is just as pointed. We agreed on honesty, he reminds himself. He will not break that promise here, even if they spoke that promise from different lips. “Yes.”

Aerea hums and brings a finger to his lips. “I rather like the pout, you know.”

Rhaegal believes she is more inclined to squeeze and hold him as much as possible at the moment. She certainly did not hold back on testing the differences in intimacy. It had been as awkwardly funny as it had been oddly pleasing. He still can’t fathom some sensations that he had felt, and she had made a point to laugh at his relentlessly at some of his questions — but then again, he similarly got to laugh at when she realized fucking is quite a different job from being fucked.

But some natural instincts helped, or one may assume even muscle memory. Prince Aegon and Princess Helaena had a third child, unlike them. Maelor, his mind supplies again, with the image of an infant holding at the edge of his cradle and babbling relentlessly. 

He thinks some wistfulness conquered them both. By the time he leaves this body, he wonders if the princess would be left with a fourth. 

Either way, Rhaegal bites the finger in his vicinity. Aerea yelps away, pouting at him now. Prince Aegon has a plump pout himself. “And I like yours,” he chuckles and looks back at the scene in front of him. He smiles at his younger sisters, resigning himself to observe. This is a sobering moment; yes, he had not enjoyed swordplay for the sparring itself, but he thinks he can understand Aemma and Daella more fully now that he is not to be included. 

From the sidelines, the joy on their faces is enviable; it looks so very fun. He has taken training for granted in his lifetime. He will have to do his best to keep being dedicated and thankful to Criston when he returns to his body.

Rhaegal does hope it will be rather soon. He misses his children, and his mother, and the abilities to hold his wife with no ogling and join his sisters’ in their spars freely.

“Oi,” Aerea huffs at some squire to her left. It is amusing to hear her attempts at impersonating male speech. It nearly brings a smile to his face, but soon enough she completes the sentence whole. “Bring me a sword!”

He squeezes his wife’s upper arm, looking at her confused. He knows not about Prince Aegon, but he could count the times Aerea has held swords in her hands on one palm. “You never liked sparring,” he says, eyebrow lifting. Their sisters would know to be mindful of her inexperience, but she doesn’t even like it. Why would she leave his side for it?

Aerea brings a hand to squeeze on his side in response. The squire returns hastily with a sword in hand, offering it to him. “My prince,” he says, and Aerea takes the sword with little care, the grip on his waist seemingly stronger than the hold on the steel. 

“Prince Aegon is joining the fray!” Someone calls. The excited audience claps in excitement, and even Queen Alicent and Ser Criston eye him with intrigue. The princes in the midst of the circle turn to them with confusion that matches his.

Aerea dispels it very quickly. “Dimwit,” she says aloud, “who told you that? It’s not for me,” she turns back to him. “It’s for my wife.” 

Ah?

That is met with a deafening silence.

“Aegon, what is this nonesense—” Alicent begins, and Rhaegal feels as if he is watching his mother from years back come alive again. Aerea hadn’t bothered with their mother’s complaints then, and she isn’t bothered by them now, only shoving the sword in the smooth hands of Princess Helaena, and patting him to move forward.

He first stares at his wife, surprised.The sword feels heavier than how it usually does, and certainly the dress is not quite the proper garb for this activity. However, he had trained and fought with swords in many situations in years past, even when it was inconvenient. Aerea knows that too, he reminds himself, and for a moment smiles at the sword as warmth rushes down him.

Go on, that is the message. And he knows his sisters would not allow for anyone to object.

Aerea is steadfast despite the complaints coming her way. Aemma and Daella also care none for the shock among the observers, they return to a starting stance in front of him. He laughs when he sees Ser Criston balking at them; now this Criston might want to put an end to this before anything starts, but his Ser Criston would remind him to not waste an opportunity to take first strike. 

Rhaegal grips the sword better, and rushes forward to enter that dance.

Swords clank in a nostalgic symphony. Words die down somewhere between the third of fourth strike he blocks. The audience’s yapping even turns into amused ones when Aemma and his team up  to make Daella yield first. Prince Daeron has fallen to his back first, in full hearty laughter.  

Aemma turns back to him, sword pointed towards him as she circles him. “Let it be said it is not the dress that would make you lose, sister,” he says. I would know, are the words that remain unspoken. Prince Aemond may have intimidating features, but the contesting tilt of his sister is all the same. 

Rhaegal grins; it is a game, and he’ll play along. “It would not need to be said if I win, right?”

“Get him!” Aerea yells loudly from the sidelines. She holds Alicent by the hand, making the stressed, shocked queen cheer alongside her. Daella has retreated to stand by Criston, who seems so bewildered he has been rendered speechless. The rest of the audience, however, seems to have been enjoying the show. 

There are many people to please. Wife, sisters, audience, who not? Rhaegal picks up the sword, and lunges forward. In this circle of surprise and cheer however, he himself feels he has already won.

This is odd work for the body he is in, but he puts his best foot forward as swords meet again. He may as well leave this body knowing he gave Princess Helaena her own victory, too.

[kaminocasey]

Hey!

Hope all is well! I was wondering if you could do prompt 13 with Wrecker?

Congrats on 700 followers!!

Thanks! ❤️🖤

Thank youuuu!!!! And thank you for letting me take a little "creative freedom" with this one!!! <3 <3 <3

(Was given permission to add a bit of Polybatch)

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Sexual situations, Jealousy, douchebag regs lol, Polybatch (no clonecest ofc)

TAGLIST FORM

The loud music of 79s blares loudly with people dancing down on the dancefloor. You and the Batch sit in a booth, looking over the dancefloor and you can’t help but watch everyone. Wrecker promised earlier that he’d go dance with you in a bit, which you’re really looking forward to as you’re tucked into his side, currently.

“Do you want another drink?” Crosshair leans in and asks you.

You nod with a ‘thank you’ and he winks as he gets up to go order you a drink down at the bar. Your stomach rumbles slightly and you realize you should’ve brought something to eat as well. 

With a smirk, Hunter hands you a bag of snack mix that he brings so you don’t get too drunk, too fast. 

“Maker, I love you.” You reach across the table and kiss him on the cheek, making him smile.

“Our little lightweight.” Echo teases you with a grin.

You roll your eyes, amused. “Har har.”

“I think it’s cute when you get drunk, because then I get to carry ya back to the Marauder.” Wrecker kisses you on the head.

“See, Wrecker appreciates my lightweightedness.” You shrug with a laugh.

“Sometimes, your best ideas are when you’re drunk, darling.” Tech teases you next. 

You stick your tongue out at them childishly as Tech and Echo laugh. When Crosshair comes back with your drink, he sits in his spot next to you and places a hand on your thigh, teasing the edge of your dress. Your men really do take care of you.

All of a sudden, a few regs start walking by, stopping when they realize who’s sitting in your booth. Great… This can only end well.

“Look fellas, it’s the Sad Batch.” One of the regs laughs. 

“How original.” Tech rolls his eyes and mutters under his breath.

“Can’t believe they actually let you out of the lab back on Kamino.” The second one laughs.

Crosshair starts to stand up out of the booth but you pull him back down, holding onto him by the arm. 

“They’re not worth it.” You murmur to him.

Crosshair looks at you with a slight nod and remains seated. It wouldn’t be the first or last time you’ve had to stop Crosshair from starting a fight with a reg. There’s been a fair share where you’ve not been able to stop him.

“Hey baby, why’re you rollin’ with them when you could be with the real deal?” The third one smirks at you.

Wrecker’s fists clench and Tech starts to stop him but you speak up. “The real deal? As far as I’m concerned you guys are just plain and small compared to my guys here. Keep walking.” 

“We could take you for a better ride-” The first one starts to speak up but Wrecker pulls you into his lap, holding you against him. 

“She’s already got a ride. A bigger one.” Wrecker’s voice carries slightly and a few others look your way.

The rest of the Batch smirk as the regs start to walk away, with their tails between their legs. 

“A bigger ride indeed.” You agree with Wrecker, smirking as you wrap your arms around his neck. 

He kisses you softly and squeezes your ass, causing your warmth to brush up against his hardening length. Arousal starts to flood your veins as you let out a soft gasp.

“Fuck…” You whimper with a breathless chuckle. “I think I’d like to see you jealous more often.”

Wrecker leans in closer to your ear. “I wasn’t jealous… just protecting what’s ours.”

A chill goes down your spine and you look around at the men sitting with you, all of their gazes filled with lust and love. You know right then that you don’t have a desire to dance anymore, you just need them. 

“I uh… think we need to get out of here right now.” You cough slightly with a smirk.

“You heard her, boys.” Hunter is the first to stand but Wrecker kisses you again before letting you go and you can’t help but tease him, grinding against him once more before crawling out of the booth.

“You’re in for it when we get back to the ship, for that.” Wrecker murmurs in your ear, cupping your ass under your dress and not letting go until you get back to the Marauder. 

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[eldritchmochi]

OKAY SO I JUST FINISHED REREADING COPING SKILLS AND I'M BACK TO HOUND YOU WITH QUASTSHUNS <3

When did Essek get into the Rosohnan kink community? Before/after his hEDS showed up? (basically I guess I'm wondering if he was into kink before dealing with hEDS or if, like many disabled kinksters in my experience anyways, he got into it as a way to have some control over pain in a pleasurable way)

Who exactly would Essek have mentored under????

How did Testament clock Bren as a kinkster, let alone introduce him to it?

Is Frumpkin an ordinary cat in this fic or a familiar?

How did Beau and Yasha meet??? What brought them to Xhorhas?

How did Essek meet his Guides?

LISTEN it's really hard for me to not ask about stuff that seems like it's gonna get answered over the course of the fic because I wanna be patient, dammit! Just please know that for every question I am pestering you with (affectionate) I have like, at least three more I'm holding back lol.

Anyways I hope you're healing up well! :3

holy shit you were not kidding about SO MANY QUESTIONS lmao (i am healing well thank u i got halfway thru typing this up and then went to the hospital so uh....)

When did Essek get into the Rosohnan kink community? Before/after his hEDS showed up?

his interest in kink came first when he was younger, thru the elf equivalent of his teens as he tried to figure out sex acts that interested him beyond the abstract of touch-dick-feel-good, then the inkling of hmmm maybe there's something physically wrong with me as he got a little older and it stopped being excusable that he was a bit of a klutz, but he became active in the scene as an adult around the same time he was getting official diagnoses in his late 90s, early 100s

Who exactly would Essek have mentored under????

good question! honestly, he probably hasn't (hadn't??) with the exception of/until zehra because before his guides he hadn't really spent too long in relationships, kink or otherwise. he attended plenty of workshops when he was starting out and has done scenes with several others in the community like, casually, but he is probably not as experienced as readers (or caleb) would assume

How did Testament clock Bren as a kinkster, let alone introduce him to it?

it was the other way around actually! kink is not precisely taboo in rosohna, not the same way it is irl or even in the empire; it's generally expected that most folks, particularly those in noble circles ESPECIALLY if they're a longer lived race, have dabbled at least a little. rather, its hush-hush to like, allow those same nobles the freedom to operate outside the expectations of their circles. like there can be repercussions, but its mostly just private business is private. caleb, however, is very observant and there was like, a kink equivalent of the "i like your shoelaces" deal, which absolutely delighted testament

Is Frumpkin an ordinary cat in this fic or a familiar?

he is a familiar! i've fudged some things from cannon/dnd raw because fuck you its fanfic i can do what i want, but frumpkin is still a familiar, still a fae creature, still telepathically linked to caleb, and still able to be summoned and banished as needed. its absolutely impossible to show given how 99% of the fic is from essek's pov, but caleb very politely bribes frumpkin with mlem sticks to please leave him and his guest alone until such and such time when his guest will leave so caleb can fuck in peace (per yasha's suggestion given that cats are not common in rosohna, so it follows that essek has not much interacted with them (he has not) and may be uncomfortable with the staring (he would be))

(further fun frumpkin fact, caleb had to get a special permit to have his familiar's default form be "cat" because they are a non-native species lmao)

How did Beau and Yasha meet??? What brought them to Xhorhas?

they met through caleb and molly respectively; after molly's "death", yasha had a hard time staying in rexxentrum without feeling overwhelmed, so when beau got the opportunity to be part of the souls efforts to set up a library in rosohna, they got shotgun married and went somewhere new

How did Essek meet his Guides?

the tl;dr of it is basically lapin walked up at some event and was basically like my wife girlfriend and i saw you across the bar and we really like your vibe lmao. essek was mildly put off because he only likes men and zehra was basically like well thats fine because im a lesbian and you're obviously not a woman but that doesn't mean things cant be interesting, queue lapin being like yeah you dont have to fuck to have fun!! and essek was so baffled he agreed to get to know them and then somehow it was two years later and he was in their wedding party with friendship nipple piercings

absolutely feel free to ask questions even if you think they'll be answered in fic!! i don't mind fielding them because like, tbh, i am not THAT good of a writer so its entirely possible i wont think to really explain xyz thing because its obvious to me (there have definitely been SEVERAL things ive had to last minute edit into following chapters to explain a thing previously because people commented like wait what is this??? because i just... knew what it was so obviously everyone else would lmao). worse case scenario i'll pull a neil and go wait and see

but thank u for so many questions it was very fun!!

[ask-bakabakabaka]

Rebranding this blog!!

Hello, 766 followers, many of whom are probably dead, inactive, or bots!! PSA to unfollow me now if you don't know me (Bunny) because I doubt you've been following this blog for the Touhou reactions, which I haven't drawn in like 8 years! ^^

I've been alive for all this time 'cuz this is my main, and I've been using this blog to like posts and interact with people occasionally, but I realized I can rebrand this account instead of being permanently tied to my 8+ year old art and (outdated but still kinda the same) sense of humor. Therefore, I will be doing that! I already have an art account I post art to, so I'm not replacing that one, but I'm probably going to become a Triple Baka (ask) account! (They apparently still have ask accounts in 2024 but I'm gonna go all in on a new one now!!) Essentially I'm becoming a Vocaloid/UTAU (SynthV)/Fanloid account. You're absolutely encouraged to unfollow me if you have no interest in Vocaloid and the like!

The transition will be a slow one but I wanted to announce it. I'm slowly gonna replace things with Triple Baka and my own art, but I will not be deleting old posts! This will still be an archive for my old touhoureactions stuff (cringe as it is rofl) because I don't really believe in deleting things. Someone kind even sent me an ask saying "thank you for not nuking this blog/keeping it up" and it's really sweet that someone said that to me lol.

As for why I'm transitioning to Vocaloid, it's obvious: I love it. I've loved Vocaloid for a long time (since 2012/2013) and recently I've come back to it-- I'll happily use my knowledge, reignited love, and improved art skills to make the Triple Baka ask blog of my dreams lol.

Touhou was a big part of my life and I still like it, but I've already slowly and steadily let Vocaloid (and SynthV) take the fore because of how happy it's been making me. I love Miku, Teto, and Neru a lot; in fact, I was rereading incredibly old posts of mine dating back to like 2013/2014 and I smiled at how I used to roleplay Teto and Neru-- it shows to me clearly how I portrayed and saw them. And now I love them a lot again now.

No idea if anyone will read this far, but before I fully transition, I will be answering all old asks sent to this account (I have about 40). Not gonna spam it, maybe I'll queue it, but I'll answer your ask after all these years with my new and less sloppy art lol, so that your ask isn't forever unanswered even as I change into a Vocaloid/UTAUloid/Fanloid blog. Even if the original asker/anon isn't around to see it, I'm gonna do that for the sake of completion. Please don't send any new Touhou asks, haha, 'cuz I'm only clearing up old ones, not trying to have new ones. Tbh, I actually have another duo that I love with my whole heart (Raccoon and Fennec from Kemono Friends) who I even gave their own blog, but hahaha, I wonder about making an askblog for them... They already have one so either I should revive it or I'll have them appear as cameos-- that's if anyone is interested in sending me asks at all for this blog's new intended purpose. xD I guess it's better if I stick to Vocaloid/etc. because that's the long-time interest I want to keep up/continue, whereas my love for Raccoon and Fennec has always felt like me trying to cling to the past, even though I still (today) love them with my entire being. I'll just draw those two in my art blog and accept requests/etc. either there or here when it comes to those two. They're my special little goobers (peanuts).

Anyway, everything I do is totally self-indulgent and for fun, and I wanted to mark this transition properly and see if I can reduce my follower count by like 700. xD The only reason it got that high is 'cuz this is my MAIN-main account and I've had it for almost 10 years.

I'm switching from Touhou (an old love of mine) to Vocaloid-UTAU (another old love of mine but more recent). Specifically for Triple Baka: Teto, Miku, and Neru. I'll make profiles and an explanation and stuff of them soon, but you may start thinking of things to send if you want (I ship Teto and Miku btw, same age ranges ofc, so you should also unfollow me if you don't vibe with that 'cuz it'll probably crop up...).

It's been a good run and I'll keep and preserve everything here, but I'm becoming a different beast! I hope to keep at it for a long time! <3 This is still my MAIN-main, so you're always welcome to follow me/stay mutuals if you know me and wanna still stay buddies (I won't spam the timeline btw, I'll probably maybe queue like posts for one or two a day, if I'm that active), but yeah~. It's the end of an era and a transition to a new one! I'm excited tbh! But it will take time. ( uwu ) c:

Btw, I went through all my old posts (there aren't a ton so it doesn't take that long) and I cringed slightly at some of my humor but it did make me break into laughter a couple of times. Mainly because it's the old me I'm reacting to and I'm always like, "there's something wrong with her (affectionate)" whenever I see something that I know I probably (definitely) wouldn't say today. xD In many ways, I've changed from my old self, but I still try to stay friendly and kind, so if anything I made is offensive in any way, that totally wasn't intended! Offending people isn't really part of my sense of humor, so take everything I ever said/made in this blog with a grain of salt/older eyeglasses.

Newer me is cooler imo (the light in my eyes isn't gone yet even though not everything has been fun lmao) and I'm also more careful about the jokes I make, so know that I probably won't make any suggestive/risque jokes at all unless I find it SUPER funny and I can't resist. I doubt there will be any instances of that, but I'm just talking briefly about what to expect for the future.

I'll talk more about it later! For now, I'm gonna slowly go through all my old asks, which will probably definitely take longer than a week. Thanks for all the people who were with me on my journey, if they remember me, and thanks for the fun times! I really did have fun, so I look at this with fondness (even if I do cringe slightly ahaha).

It's okay to be cringe. 😂😂😂😂

[zhongster]

Hi there! I absolutely LOVE your page! Your stories and headcannons have left me blushing SEVERAL times. Thank you :)

Ahem. Anyways...

I've got this idea in my brain and was wondering what your thoughts on it/would you write a small story about said topic.

So, as you said in your Vax headcannons, he's not shy about his belching abilities until Keyleth comes around, then he's "nervous"

What if, the two of them were made to share a room at an inn or something during one of their quests. She's busy talking to Pike or Vex even, he's alone in the room. WRONG. She comes in as he's just about to start releasing said "monsters" in his stomach. Of course, she wants him to feel better, she's his friend/girlfriend/wife (you decide, lol) so she encourages him to let loose and when he does, he finds out she secretly "likes" it...

I hope you enjoy this idea that now lives rent-free in my brain.

Oh my god dude… this prompt has me on the floor holy fuck. Also tysm I’m glad I’m finding more eructo people that like tlovm/cr 😭

(Post Writing Note: another day another me poking my emetophobia with a stick like an angry bear, that being said: ⚠️‼️EMETO TW: MENTIONS ONLY, WE DON’T ACTUALLY SEE IT (it happens off screen, so to speak) ‼️⚠️)

THIS IS KINK CONTENT, DNI IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT

Vax absolutely adored Vox Machina’s post victory ragers and considering the dragon they’d just killed, he found himself drinking with his friends and destroying some poor innkeeper’s tavern. Some hours ago Scanlan had disappeared upstairs with a rather attractive male tiefling to do god knows what and Grog and Pike lay asleep at a table over in the corner. This left only Vax, Vex, Keyleth, and Percy keeping the party going.

As he glanced around the room, looking for his sister (who definitely wasn’t in the process of swindling a nearby dwarf out of several gold pieces), he spotted Keyleth attempting to lead Percy in a drunken imitation of a waltz. The two of them were giggling and stumbling over each other and Vax was of the opinion that Keyleth had never looked prettier.

Vax’s stomach gave a slight groan to which he gently placed a hand over it. It pressed against his shirt, filled to the brim with tavern food and alcohol. A small gas bubble pressed up his throat and came out in the form of a quiet closed-mouth burp.

He decided he’d better make his escape now while Keyleth was distracted. He could go up to their shared room in the inn and empty his stomach of its troublesome gas before Keyleth was even aware he was gone.

He’d only just made it past the threshold of their room when a sizable belch forced its way up his throat. He placed a hand on his chest in slight surprise, he hadn’t expected that one. He wasn’t too perturbed however, this had been what he’d come up there to do anyway.

Wasting no further time, Vax turned away from the door and pressed his hand onto the top part of his overtaxed stomach. Immediately another deep belch rolled up his chest and out of his open mouth. As soon as it came to an end the door behind him flew open revealing none other than Keyleth, the one person he was trying to avoid at the moment.

He hurriedly removed his hand from his stomach and clamped his lips shut. However, once that first burp had come out he now found it a bit difficult to keep the rest from following its predecessor.

Keyleth passed through the doorway giggling and animatedly telling him a story about a Goliath that had just been rude to her and, he thinks, Percy ended up vomiting on his shoes when he attempted to tell the guy off. Vax isn’t totally sure as all of his focus is currently in keeping the rest of the air in his stomach from making an appearance in front of Keyleth. He’d taken to nodding and smiling through her story instead of actually responding.

“And anyway, Percy’s fine. I think Vex took him back to their room” Keyleth finished.

Vax hummed in acknowledgment.

Apparently, despite her slightly drunken state, Keyleth took notice of his lack of verbal response. “You feeling okay?” She asks, raising her eyebrow.

“Oh uhh-“ Vax started before he inevitably lost the battle with his stomach.

The belch that rolled out of him was a long one. Long enough, in fact, that he had time to close his mouth part way through, turning it into an extremely deep closed mouth burp.

Keyleth was just staring at him.

Vax lifted a fist to cover his mouth as he stifled a smaller after-burp, “shit, excuse me I’m so sorry Keyleth.” He apologized.

This seemed to break Keyleth out of the sort of shock she’d been in and she stuttered back to life with an awkward jolt.

She hurriedly waved her hands in front of him, “Nononono don’t worry about it, is your stomach hurting? Do you feel sick?” She asked.

Vax shook his head, “No I’ve just got… a bit of gas I’m afraid.”

Keyleth’s shoulders tightened before she spoke “Oh… well I’m glad you aren’t sick, you can keep going I don’t mind. I just want you to feel better.”

As much as he didn’t want to take her up on her offer it was beginning to seem as though he wouldn’t have any other choice. His body was not reacting well to the alcohol and he began to hiccup. His hiccups never lead to anywhere pleasant. Though they were tame at the moment he knew they would devolve in a few short minutes.

And of course, right on cue, he was wracked with another hiccup that quickly turned into an extremely long and painful burp. When it came to an end he brought an open palm to his chest and gently began to rub his own sternum. That one had hurt. Before he had a minute to breathe another hiccup-burp shook his chest. “Oh god” he wheezed.

He looked up to Keyleth who was staring at him like a deer in headlights and weakly gestured towards his back. She seemed to get the message as she began to roughly bring her palm down in between his shoulder blades. This finally managed to jar the rest of the air that was struggling to get out of him. The belch seemed to go on forever and when it finally ended he was gasping in relief.

“Gods that wasn’t fun,” he winced “thanks Keyleth.”

She seemed to start at the sound of her name and snorted a quick “no problem”.

That’s when Vax noticed it for the first time. There was a light rosy tint to Keyleth’s cheeks that hadn’t been there before. Now, her face usually flushed when she’d been drinking but he’d seen her drunk enough times at this point that he knew this was different.

Her strange behavior since she entered the room was finally starting to click. She was into it. She was actually into his gas.

Now Vax wasn’t one to kink-shame, he was friends with Scanlan after all, but the idea of her being attracted to him in any capacity both excited and terrified him. It almost seemed as though his hopelessly unrequited crush on her might not be so unrequited at all.

Shaking that thought out of his head, the mischievous part of his personality began to make an appearance and he found himself wanting to tease her even more than he already had. Against his better judgement, he subtly gulped down more air and smiled wickedly to himself.

This was going to be fun.

[akwardlyuncool]

Akward Class Favorites The Playlist 2023

I thank y'all for being here. I thank myself for being here. Somehow you and I made it through another year and another Akward Class Favorites and that is a win in my book. I do this thing, whatever this is, because it brings me joy. Regardless of all the missing pieces or the things that will show up later cause I lost them in the couch, I'm still trying my best to show up for that joy. Before I officially close us out though, we gotta phat playlist to listen to. I'm also gonna add in some life-notes, cause I like to talk and I overshare and what better way to do that, than through an annotated playlist. Once again, thank you for sticking around and if you're new here thank you for showing up. As always conversation are encouraged on this blog. Let's see what comes next.

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Notes:

This is not a strictly 2023 playlist, but the 2023 songs will be clearly marked.

There is a story or flow that I tried to create once again, but you do not need to know any of that to follow along with the playlist. You can listen in order, shuffle, pick and choose, do whatever you want.

That being said if you’re following along from the beginning and reading along, the anecdotes that follow many of the songs aren’t really apart of that story, they’re just extra pieces of sometimes “personal” information that I include because it’s fun for me.

When I’m collecting YouTube links for these songs, I’ll often find a live or alternate version that I really like and will share that instead, or in addition to, the original/studio version. I will note when I do this, however the full Spotify playlist will have the “correct” version.

And to make sure I included the YouTube links in general, the formatting for the whole post might be a little off, sorry.

Side note: I wrote all the songs how they show up in Spotify, which is why some are capitalized and some are not. (Just in case anyone was wondering.)

Key:

⭐️ = Songs that came out specifically in 2023 🕚 = Songs that came out in November/December of 2022. (You know the late babies.) ✊🏾 = Songs by/featuring Black Artists.

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There is something here for literally EVERYONE, so if you don't find something you like, you didn't listen hard enough. Enjoy!

1. ⭐️ Gans Media Retro Games - Hot Mulligan

Why do I keep trying to spell Hot Mulligan as "Hott Mulligan?"

2. ⭐️ CHRONICALLY CAUTIOUS - Braden Baless

I relate to this song on a core level.

3. ✊🏾 Anxiety - Meg Thee Stallion

I know less than nothing about this current beef, but it's always gonna be team Meg!

4. I'D RATHER DIE - AS IT IS

It was a rough summer. People who know me in real life, I promise I'm fine.

5. ⭐️ Lost - Linkin Park

Happy 20th Anniversary to Meteora! These unearthed tracks fit that era so well.

6. ⭐️ Rational - Matt Maeson

Stop describing me lol.

7. ⭐️ No Shoes In The Coffee Shop “Or Socks” - Hot Mulligan

8. ⭐️ 20 Missed Calls - Braden Bales

The video is of a live session, but Spotify will have the recorded version.

9. How Do You Know It's Not Armadillo Shells? - Hot Mulligan

10. I Like to Hide in the Bathroom at Parties ft. The Knocks - Winnetka Bowling League

11. ✊🏾 Stupidfreak (Audiotree Live Version) - Juice

12. ⭐️ Nevermind - Between You & Me

13. Fake It - State Champs

14. ⭐️ It Won’t Be Like This Forever - Neck Deep

15. ⭐️ NEW LOVE - BOYS LIKE GIRLS

16. First Date (Acoustic Cover) - Taylor Acorn

17. PERRIER - Braden Bales

It's just so cute and it makes me want to find a crush and be in giddy kind love.

18. Sundress ft. Four Years Strong - State Champs

This song also makes me want to be in love.

19. Over My Head (Cable Car) - The Fray

Second first kisses or first second kisses? I definitely wanted to be there and wanted to do it again. Also it wouldn't hurt if you thought things would have gotten better the next time. This is filler a version cause the actual song that played was a heavy punk cover of this song and I don't know who sang it.

20. ⭐️ ✊🏾 Buckle Bunny - Tanner Adell

Be a little thot-y. Have a little fun. PS: This post has been written for quite some time now, but with the new conversations being had, I just want to add that Yoncé didn't invent Black Woman in Country music and she is not the revival of such things.

21. Nonsense - Sabrina Carpenter

Dress a little thot-y. Have a little fun. Flirt a little. Fall in love or hard core like.

22. ⭐️ Breakfast For Dinner - Winnetka Bowling League

This song is hella cute. Y'all don't understand how much I want to be in love.

23. ⭐️ The Places We’ll Go ft. Dashboard Confessional - Yellowcard

24. 🇵🇸 sun and moon - anees

My best friend had baby, but more relevant to this list, a baby-shower that was themed after the moon and the stars. She asked me to make the playlist and I understood the assignment. Free Palestine!

25. Spaceship - Andy Grammer

More baby shower playlist gems. Also this song is hella cute and I recommend it to all the parents.

26. Act Like That ft. Mitchell Tempenny - State Champs

27. An Irish Party in Third Class (Includes "John Ryan's Polka" and "Blarney Pilgrim") - Gaelic Storm

25th Titanic Anniversary in Imax 3D. Let's just say I finally got my "Dinner and A Movie," you know the one that Harriet The Spy was talking about.

28. ⭐️ ✊🏾 What’s The Move ft T-Pain - Watsky

29. ⭐️ FIGURE IT OUT ft. YNG Martyr and Stafford Beats - Chandler

I only really like Chandler's parts and if you heard this from this from TikTok, yes the Chandler Shimmy has a hold on me too.

30. ⭐️ THE OUTSIDE (Outsiders Version) ft. 30H!3, State Champs, The Summer Set and The Ready Set - Boys Like Girls

This collab is top tier and I'm still geeked about seeing most of them in one lineup. Also not to be rude, but what part does The Ready set do? I've been trying to figure out what he does and the answer doesn't seem to exist for me.

31. 31 - Mike Edel

32. Miles Apart - Yellowcard

This was my summer anthem for 2023. It's just such a perfect fit.

33. ⭐️ ONE MORE TIME - blink-182

PERFECT! No notes. It gives the same energy as Back Together by The Summer Set, both of them make me want to cry.

34. ⭐️ 2005 - Story Of The Year

I'm not mad at it. Let all the boys come back and reminisce, especially if it involves anniversary tours.

35. ⭐️ NOTHING LIKE THE LAST TIME - Watsky

I am celebrating. I am not crying. I promise you.

36. ⭐️ Don't - Wild Rivers

This song is so good, but I ran away from it because feelings are complicated and I thought I didn't know until I realized I did and then it was over. PS: You can always ask me how I feel or felt, conversations haven't expired yet.

37. 🕚 Forget Me (Piano Acoustic Version) - Lewis Capaldi

38. are you okay? - Winnetka Bowling League

This song is everything, moody, sad, caring…. all the feelings.

39. Untitled - Rex Orange County

40. ⭐️ That’s Not How This Works ft. Dan + Shay - Charlie Puth

41. ⭐️ That's Not How This Works (Sabrina's Version) ft. Dan + Shay and Sabrina Carpenter - Charlie Puth

You can skip this one if you want, I just listened to both versions back to back every time, so it was hard to not include both.

42. fiimiy (fuck it, i miss you - Live Version) ft. Demi Lovato - Winnetka Bowling League

Sometimes you just need to let yourself say the words, even if you don't act on them.

43. ⭐️ Heartbreak Of The Century - Neck Deep

I feel like I'm finally getting back into Neck Deep, not that I really stopped I just didn't listen to their last album and it feels so good to be back.

44. ⭐️ BLOOD AND SUGAR - BOYS LIKE GIRLS

I love this song so much, it's hella groovy, but I'm sorry I can't ignore the fact that it's essentially "why doesn't she like me?" or "why won't she go out with me, we're all just human?" Or hey to be more forgiving, "why does she make me feel this strongly if we're only 'blood and sugar?'"

45. ⭐️ Daddy Issues… - Bury Mia

46. MakeDamnSure (Cover) - Hot Mulligan

47. 31 - Soul Glo

This was the first song that popped up when I was looking for songs the day I turned 31 and I will say it's not for the white faint of hearts. It goes hella hard though.

48. Fuck You - The Used

49. *Equip Sunglasses* - Hot Mulligan

50. ⭐️ ✊🏾 Roll The Dice - Fluorescents

I walked around singing that 30 second bit from TikTok for a good minute there. I was probably annoying. Although I do enjoy the song, I wonder if TikTok is just feeding me pizza. Do I really like these songs or do I only like the 30 seconds I've heard 100 times. (I'm gonna make a playlist of my music folder on TikTok and get back to you on that one.)

51. Forward - Linkin Park

Songs 51-54 are what I considered to be my safe music for a period this summer cause I was just so sad and nothing was making me happy for the longest time, so thank you Linkin Park and Disperser CA for being the "good guys."

52. Breaking The Habit - Linkin Park

Again happy 20th Anniversary to Meteora, thanks for being there when I needed you.

53. ✊🏾 Snake Eyes - Disperser CA

54. ⭐️ Easier To Run (Lofi Version) - Less Gravity/Linkin Park

55. ⭐️ They Don't Make Pills For A Heartbreak - HONESTAV

I heard it late one night and wanted to cry.

56. Monsters - James Blunt

57. ⭐️ Cut Deep (Live Version) - Matt Maeson

I think this was from my date of the Never Had To Leave Tour, which makes it extra special.

58. I Need You - Relient K

TMI, I thought I was breaking up with my sister (will not provide any further details) and through this song, among others and prayer, we're comforting me. I'm okay, but still working on healing wounds.

59. Brown Skin Girl - Blue Ivy, SAINt JHN, Beyoncé & Wizkid

It's here in the name of my self love journey.

SPOTIFY LINK!

[mountain-lion-gremlin]

i'm just wondering how real p-shifting is. i really want to be able to do it, but i don't know if it's something that's real, feasible and worth my time working towards, or if it's not.

i guess something that would help is some sort of proof that it's been done before. if it genuinely has, i absolutely want to get going on my own journey.

and i'm not saying it's impossible, but i just want to learn how possible it is and if current methods lead to genuine results. thanks!

OH OKAY, let me help you a bit fellow anon.

Honestly im not sure how exactly to affirm if it's real or not. I've had evidence such as growing fur strands, half shifting in my sleep, and even learning recently that when I was very little I had p-shifted before. That's just me, I've been a shifter for a long time and eventually came to this through WAY TOO MUCH exploring and asking myself hard questions.

Usually though, the best thing I can tell any curious individual is to just... go through the very first step of being a shifter. Its incredibly helpful, and will answer the majority of present questions at the beginning stage. If you want more details on this I will gladly do a follow-up, but currently I still have to collect and get my facts straight about this first step. More developed guides (such as phenexus weyr and even blaze's guide to shifting) will be much more helpful then what i have to say. Perhaps I'll have a guide to give one day too after all of this 💀

I can tell you though to just go for it. Not start p-shifting i mean, you wont be able to do so for a long time if you eventually figure out you are a p-shifter. Its better to know by exploring instead of just never trying because you are afraid of it not being real.

P-shifting is only a tiny part of being a shifter (as I've said over and over again lol) but similar to theirans our identities live on within us our whole lives. It's just keeping a healthy balance of understanding where you are at and that, usually, you might not be a p-shifter at all and that's OKAY.

Sorry I like talking. Perhaps that could help you a bit if you decide to begin your journey.

REGARDLESS.

i would honestly also love good evidence (images, videos, etc.) of p-shifting actually happening because of the methods that exist. (Disclaimer methods aren't "rituals" that are 100% guaranteed to give you results, they are only building blocks to help you develop your own style when you decide to voluntarily shift)

Ive had to realize that 1.) There is a whole community around it, from all walks of life and information, which gathered to give us the information we have today because they all experienced similar things too. 2.) time and time again there have been stories, from history all the way to now, where people have shifted into creatures and animals constantly. 3.) In truth you find your own evidence eventually, within yourself weirdly enough.

I can't speak for everyone (hell naw) but for me I eventually came to a point where i no longer needed to see from others that p-shifting was real, I knew it was real through my own evidence and experiences. Shifting involves a lot about connecting the dots tbh, sometimes it can take a hot minute to make the right dots connect.

If there is physical evidence out there, nowadays it's so incredibly targeted and never given a chance to believe. Like, honestly, tech is so good nowadays there is no way actual physical evidence could exist within the community anymore.

What im basically trying to say is that although physical evidence can help, at the end of the day you have to find it within yourself to see as true. Nobody can really convince you to believe otherwise 🤷

Thank you for sending the anon, and if you read this and want any more help or expansion on anything, please let me know and I'll be happy to expand. I'll probably stick around for a little longer to answer anything else anyone may want to ask.

[latenightgasstationwalk]

Starfield is pretty good tbh but If you play big open world games (particularly bethesda games) like I do, you have to change your approach just a little bit. Like I played oblivion when it came out. I was in like sixth grade, I remember getting out of the sewers for the first time and the game gives you a quest update that’s like “okay, you can go do the main story now, or you can explore and do whatever you want” and I was just stunned. I remember getting up on a big hill and just looking around and being like “there’s no way I can go to all these places” and just being completely blown away by every aspect of the game that followed. It was like being inside a living breathing world. Fully equipped with magic and monsters and everything in-between. And games like that are insanely fun to just take off, run around and explore in.

In Starfield however, the world isn’t really set up that way, you have to kind of make a goal and stick with it. Starfields open-ish world operates a lot like bio-ware games like mass effect and dragon age. In the way that the game world is not a totally open continuous map that you can explore endlessly on foot. More so a really big map comprised of tiny little maps that all have space ship loading screens in-between them. My first couple hours in the open world were frustrating and pretty annoying tbh. I actually turned it off and tried to go to bed around 9pm but ended up getting back on and trying to be more focused with my goals. It totally changed the pacing of the game into something way more enjoyable, for me anyway, and that’s what I’ll probably do from now on.

Granted I’m speaking on this matter with only one puny 9 hour stretch of non-stop playing the game, but so far I am enjoying it, mostly only making this post because If you’re playing Starfield like I was you’re probably wondering why you’re having 0 fun and I wanted to help lol

I’m assuming that later in the game when the map opens up a little more that exploring will be way more fun but as of right now if you try to galavant around in space the second you get your ship you will probably have a bad time.

Thank you for reading.