#the only thing is... he can’t decide which to get because he thinks u angels are cuter!!! 💫✨

[bunnyrafe]

𓊆ྀིWE NEED TO TALK !𓊇ྀི — when soft pogue!reader gets caught up, rafe decides it’s time for some discipline within their dynamic.

♥︎ 𝓃otes: apologies if it bothers you that the first section is in one POV and the rest is in another, just wanted to experiment a bit / set the scene. hope everyone enjoys xoxo

content / warnings -> 18+, MDNI. 1.2k. taboo / toxic themes. father figure bf!rafe & soft pogue!reader AU. controlling behavior, use of daddy & dad, manhandling, impact play (spanking w/ a belt), crying, aftercare.

rafe knows in his heart that his girl doesn't do things to upset him on purpose. at least that's what he would like to think.

he can't imagine her deliberately breaking rules, no matter how vicious her bratty streak may be. she's always been careful to not make him too upset, and is remorseful after the fact if she does manage to get under his skin or do something unsatisfactory. but sometimes, things can't be forgiven so easily.

it all started with a text. her phone vibrated on the bed and that cute, little ringtone she picked out echoed through the room, piquing rafe's interest. she's always given him access to her phone so today shouldn't be any different. he recognizes the name that’s displayed on her screen— a close friend. a fellow pogue.

u act like he's ur dad or smth don't let him control you like that

ugh stop it's not like that :(((

then what's the issue? ??? just sneak away while he's sleeping tonight lmfao

it stings a bit as he reads through the messages, because he knows these are things that normal people her age do. he knows that this is where their age difference becomes a problem even with the dynamic they’ve built…

i'll see what i can do

u better who gives af what that old kook thinks

at first, rafe really tries not to hold it against her. afterall they’re not her words. but as his mind wanders, and he reads over “i’ll see what i can do” time and time again, he wonders how many message threads like this she’s hidden from him and deleted. how many times she’s contemplated sneaking out as if he’d ever give her the opportunity to do such a thing.

he can’t help but start seeing red. he does everything in his power to keep her safe under his roof, only to receive things like this in return. she’ll always be a filthy pogue— he thinks to himself.

maybe he’ll just have to be more proactive when it comes to her.

when you step out of your bath, you immediately wrap yourself up in your fluffiest robe. you pad into your shared bedroom and think about which lotion ‘n mist you want to put on for the day, clearly content now that you’re all soft and clean.

but instead of making your way to your vanity, you immediately stop in your tracks upon seeing rafe’s belt laying on your duvet. it’s a sign that you don’t take lightly. even more so when you hear his footsteps behind you.

he breathes in deep before opening his mouth to speak. the sound of his voice makes you jump despite how calm he is, “go sit down on the bed f’me, angel.”

your eyes are already burning with tears.

rafe stands in front on you as you gingerly take your seat on the edge of the bed, nervously folding your trembling hands in your lap. yet your gaze follows rafe’s own hands intently when he suddenly pulls your phone out of the pocket of his slacks and holds it up with a familiar text thread on your screen— fuck.

“i promise, daddy!” you’re wailing before you can think about what you’re saying, “i wasn’t gonna sneak out!”

rafe purses his lips and nods, locking eyes with you, “oh, i believe you— but y’thought about it, didn’t you?”

you fall quiet. bottom lip wobbling because you know there’s no way you can possibly escape whatever he has planned for you. you don’t put up a fight when rafe guides you to turn around, when they lay you down and he tells you to stay that way in a stern voice. he yanks on the tie of your robe while you're tummy down, stripping it off of you until you're shivering in the cool air of your bedroom.

bare and nervously anticipating his next move.

out of the corner of your eye, you see him pick up his belt. you’re sure he’s wrapping the leather around his fist, getting a good grip so there’s no doubt in either of your brains that the first crack on your plump ass won't hurt like hellfire.

you smell so sweet and cozy to rafe’s nose, like warm sugar cookies and milk. it almost makes him feel bad for what he's about to do to you. especially when he sees you holding your little fawn that’s been resting on the bed to your chest for dear life, wiping your tears with her artificial fur and sniffling into your stuffed friend. his breathing falters for a second but his hands flex and grip around the leather in his fist nonetheless—

“you know the drill, angel face. take your punishment like a good girl ‘n you’ll be fine— dad’ll take good care of you afterwards.”

5 swats on your ass that you're commanded to keep high in the air. that’s all it is— but that doesn’t mean you’re not in hysterics after each one. squirming and sobbing into your bedding as pain induced heat spreads over your entire body, shakily counting after each one. you’re not sure what’s worse. the biting pain itself or the dull ache it brings on between your thighs.

the number you babble out is always followed by an apology ("i'm so sorry, daddy) and a sniffle that tugs on rafe's heart strings. he's more relieved than you are when he drops the belt to the ground with a thud. by then you're delirious.

rafe’s finger tips graze your stinging cheeks, forcing a mewl out of you before he steps around the bed and sits next to your shaking form. he welcomes you into his arms and you’re quick to grab at him, yanking on the crisp cotton of his button up as you situate yourself in his lap with a sore bum.

“wasn’t so bad, was it?” he whispers against your hairline, but you’re still too stunned to say anything in return—

“y’know, baby— i don’t like hurting you, not one bit, but i can’t have you— fuckin’ talking behind my back like that… especially not to your lil’ pogue friends,” he rubs your sides as speaks, “don’t you respect your daddy?”

“i know.” you whisper into his chest, “i promise i respect you, daddy— s’much… no more talking behind your back.”

“that’s my good girl.”

rafe gives you a fat kiss after that. he tucks his fingers under your chin and forces your pretty, little head to tilt towards him. his lips meet yours in such a needy but delicate way, it makes your head spin as you feel loved but understood in the most fucked up of ways— “my best girl,” he whispers into your pouty mouth while you try to chase after him for more smooches.

he pats your thigh, then his hand travels upwards to rub over the skin of your ass that’s hot to the touch. you wince at the contact.

“stay here f’me,” rafe says, and you’re nodding like a loyal puppy before he even explains himself, “gonna get your lotion and some water for you.”

you’re a little reluctant to let him leave, holding onto his larger hand until he swears he’ll be quick— yet you find yourself smiling as he walks away, head fully in the clouds. nothing about any of this is conventional. you never admitted it was… but maybe you’re finally at peace with the fact that no one else has to understand what happens between the two of you. not even your friends.

[heartfeltcherie]

i had this idea pop into my head a couple nights ago and i finally put it into words! hope u all enjoy <33

wc 662

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yet another meeting.

charlie had gathered everyone in the hotel’s lounge area for a rundown of new team building exercises that she wanted to explain to everyone. it wasn’t that you weren’t interested in helping out, you were.

it was just the fact that the couch cushions you were currently sat on were providing the utmost comfort and it also wasn’t helping that you were trying not to nod off in between sentences — you swear you closed your eyes at “trust fall exercises” and opened them back up at “writing out your feelings is also important”

and then there was the red radio demon you were sat beside.

alastor.

everyone feared his presence, wouldn’t dare to even look in his direction. but the way he was with everyone else, he wasn’t the same way towards you. you didn’t know how to describe it; sitting beside him right now, you felt a sort of… warmth. and of course with that usual smile he has plastered on his face, you don’t know which emotion he’s feeling.

but it doesn’t make you wanna run away and hide. instead, you feel contentment. you feel safe next to him, even though you know that he could have you dead in cold blood within seconds.

and this is perhaps the fifth time he’s watched you, out of the corners of his eyes, nod off for what seems like five seconds, only to almost jolt awake again in what seems like… panic? oh you poor little thing.

“you know, cher” he’s not even focused on charlie’s tangent anymore, instead on you, the tired little doe that can barely keep her eyes open. he still keeps his eyes trained forward. “if you’re feeling so out of sorts, i could provide you with a tad bit more comfort, if you truly desired” his voice is a low whisper, careful not to disturb the other hotel stayers as he’d rather not bring attention to the fact that he maybe cares about someone. how preposterous.

you look up at alastor through your tired eyes. he has one leg crossed over the other, his hands resting on his kneecap — you think he looks so handsome sitting this close to you. he meets your gaze with a turn of his head, careful not to cause such a commotion as he glances between you and his shoulder.

oh?

it’s a very sweet gesture. especially coming from the radio demon himself because you know he hates when people invade his privacy. and even though you’ve always wondered what it’s like to fully be in his touch…

you’re scared, shy, all of the above.

and you think the dust of pink on your cheeks gives it all away.

“no need to get so bashful on me, sweetheart, it’s just a simple gesture. besides i can’t have a belle like you being exhausted all day, now can i, hm?”

alastor trains his focus back towards charlie as you shyly take his offer, slowly laying your head down on his suit-clad shoulder and it’s… very cozy, you decide. the small amount of contact feels very serene as you nuzzle your cheek against his shoulder. and god forbid anyone looks in your direction, otherwise you probably wouldn’t hear the end of it. especially angel dust who’s been bugging you about your little crush on the radio demon.

you decide to go a bit further and link your arm around his, only for a bit more warmth your mind declares is the perfect excuse while your heart fluttering in your tummy, watching for any disapproval alastor has. but he shows none. it’s the greatest feeling in the world to be this close to him. you shouldn’t get used to this… but god, do you want to, so bad.

“you gonna put me to bed too after this?” you whisper jokingly in alastor’s ear, seeing his ear twitch just the slightest. how can an overlord be this adorable?

“don’t push your luck, cher”

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[lueurjun]

ੰ first kiss with enha | ꒰ heeseung , jay ꒱

enhypen reaction—there comes a time in a lot of relationships where the next step is taken, and here’s how the nerve-racking first kiss experience went for you and your mans.

version two: jake and sunghoon.

. . . . . . . ꒰ HEESEUNG ꒱ ,,

he’s a feral boy

we’ve all seen that man flirt and hip thrust HE IS FERAL

so naturally you’d assume he’d be laid back and confident about the whole thing

but when it comes to you, he’s a pile of blushy mush that just cannot comprehend the fact that he’s even managed to bag you

in his eyes, you’re out of his league

bc you’re a gorgeous gemstone! have faith in yourself bby ur wonderful

and without realizing, you actually intimidate him a little

bc ur just so goddamn perfect

an angel if you will

so the idea of kissing you just seems… scary

because what if he doesn’t live up to your expectations and you decide to leave him?

he is terrified of disappointing you so it actually takes him a while to gain the courage

which panics you because why in the world is this man not givin u a big ol’ smooch?

does he not want to kiss you?

omg does he think your breath stinks and is revolted by you?

you’re both massively overthinking it

lil silly billys

and none of you want to bring it up because how do you approach that conversation?

like you can’t just ask him ‘oh yeah, hee, how come you don’t want to kiss me? are my lips crusty? does the idea of locking lips physically repulse you?’

anyways you’re a couple months in

and things are getting serious so he can’t be that sickened by you

and you haven’t run for the hills yet so you clearly don’t want anyone else

finally. he’s had enough

this man is tired of staring at your lips imagining them on his own

HE IS YOUR MANS HE DESERVES SOME SUGAR

to be honest at this point you’ve given up hope on him kissing you, and you’re much too nervous to make the first move

so you just kinda go with the flow

which naturally means that the last thing you were expecting when sliding your cute lil self into his car

was for him to lean over, cup your face and plant one tasty smooch on those lips of yours

you literally froze for like two seconds but once realisation settled in, you kissed that man back in milliseconds

heaven. cloud nine. neither of you wanted to pull away

unfortunately, you had no other choice

so taken aback by the sudden kiss the only thing you could think to do was share a giggle before you held up a bag full of treats for your date

gosh ur both so awkwardly adorable i can’t

“i got us snacks for the car ride! but you taste better.”

you’re so cute stop the little blush on your face after saying the cutest yet lamest thing ever

heeseung cannot resist tugging you back in for another little lip tasting sesh after that because you are the cutest thing to ever exist

he is an absolute simp for you AS HE SHOULD BE

. . . . . . . ꒰ JAY ꒱ ,,

despite being the perfect man material, he isn’t the most experienced when it comes to relationships

like he’s had a partner before, but it was never serious so the milestones just weren’t that important to him

but it’s different with you

don’t roll your eyes at me

idc if that’s cliché okay. it’s jay. you allow it. lose the ‘tude baby cakes i know you rolled your eyes

anyways:)

everything that didn’t seem so important in his last relationship suddenly seemed a thousand times more nerve wracking this time

because losing you is on the line and jay knows that he doesn’t ever want that to happen

suddenly he wants everything to be perfect because you deserve the world and nothing less

hahahahasleepingontheroadtonight

jay absolutely refuses to give you a shitty first kiss

it has to be romantic. and it has to be amazing and if you don’t like it then he will slide down the wall

clutching honey to his chest

sobbing

same tho that’s a mood

anyways yeah he wants to make sure that you get the most romantic kiss ever

meanwhile you’re not too fussed because it’s jay and no matter what, kissing him would be a dream

unless he’s like a really bad kisser but he’s perfect so he’s not

he’s taking his time to prepare everything

like he plans a candle lit dinner, rose petals, the finest food

the whole shebang

lemme be you for one day i beg

but two days before the dinner is set to take place

YES HE HAS A FULL SCHEDULE

the two of you are hanging out like normal and the vibes are immaculate

and you both want to kiss each other

the timing just seems right

but jay, the little dum dum, is fighting with himself

because does he really want all of his hardwork to go to waste?

you’re both leaning in but smoke is practically pumping from his head due to how fast his mind is racing

seconds away from those luscious lips

HE PULLS AWAY

absolute dummy

you’re hurt and embarrassed obviously

bc you just got flat out rejected and that’s just horrifying but it’s fine it happens to us all babe

and jay is panicking because well… you look like you’re going to start sobbing

“is there something wrong with me?”

the crack in your voice. the pain in your eyes. THE QUESTION ALONE

oh dear jay feels like he’s going to throw up

this is NOT how he wanted any of this to go

you start packing up your things to leave which is fair because you’re embarrassed

and jay is trying to figure out what to say or do

and then he just decides to be honest because honesty is the best policy

so you’re about to step out of the door when he gently grabs your arm

“look i’m sorry. i really really really wanted to kiss you… it’s just… i have been planning a perfect dinner for weeks so it would be perfect. i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, i just wanted it to be perfect for you.”

i’d fold honestly

i have no shame

and neither do you apparently because you can’t help but crack a perfect little smile

“so do i have to wait for this dinner or can i kiss you now?”

BOLD

you’re an icon

jay just kinda smiles sheepishly

and then he caresses your neck and tugs you into one of the softest, most amazing kisses you have ever had

firework inducing even, toe curling, heart thumping-

sorry i’ll stop

the point is, the kiss is AMAZING

maybe you didn’t need a fancy candlelit dinner to make it perfect after all

perhaps, all you needed was each other

i’m legit sobbing someone pls send help

[sweeter-than-teafood]

Texting

AN: I was inspired by the artifact for Amy and Sitri’s card, and thought up the silliest thing lmao.

Tw: A lot of swearing from these devils. Also, this is going from what we’ve seen from Day 3 of the Unsightly Guy event. So it may be ooc in the future. Or not. Yeehaw.

✨—————————————————————✨

-3am, Gehenna’s Palace-

Bzzt!

A new message? Sitri glared at his phone as the lit screen illuminated his entire bedroom. Who could be texting him at this ungodly hour?

————————————————

-Hell-Oh Talk: 1 new message-

Amy (Online now)

Status: Ew 2 drinking tea. Can’t b me, I’m manly as fuck.

————————————————

Sitri rolled his eyes at the violent devil’s status. Of course he’d think that, he has no patience to enjoy sophisticated hobbies. He probably couldn’t even pour from a teapot if the instructions were written on the bottom.

He opened the message, expecting to see some pathetic diatribe of how canned coffee is superior and that tea-making yields zero-rizz.

Amy:

Lol, maybe MC would lyk u if u weren’t 2 busy 😭 over their dead gramps. Solomon! Solomonnnnnn… Wot a loser u r! Enjoy ur left hand, buddy! 😂

…

Crunch!

Sitri ground his teeth, pissed off by the message. How dare he! The Descendant of Solomon liked him just fine! Who was he to comment on their relationship, when he hadn’t even met them yet?!

Fingers started typing away with a fury that wasn’t usually displayed by Sitri. He hit send, and decided to head to the tearoom for a cup of black tea to calm down.

-Meanwhile on the outskirts of Gehenna-

Amy smirked at the message he had just sent to Sitri. Sure, he would block his number because that fancy prick had nothing useful to say to him, but sometimes it was fun to unblock him and send an insult just to ruin his day.

Bzzt!

Oh? A reply so soon? Well, whatever it said, Amy was certain that it was complete and utter angelshit.

————————————————

-Hell-Oh! Talk: 1 New Message-

Sitri (Online now)

Status: Only a fucking idiot would use a stick as a weapon. Have some diversity, you caveman

————————————————

Amy scoffed at Sitri’s status. Of course he’d think that! He thinks he’s hot shit just because he trained in many weapons! But nothing bashes in angel skulls better than what he uses! Sometimes simple is better!

He opened the message, ready to read some sad sob story about Solomon.

Sitri:

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch?

I'll have you recall that it was I who graduated top of our class in the Gehenna Military Program, and how I am an esteemed alumni of the Hades Intelligence Student Program, I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Heaven, and I have over 666 confirmed kills.

I am trained in guerilla warfare and I'm the top pistolier in the entire Gehenna Miltary Forces. You are nothing to me but just another measly target.

I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before in this Hell, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over a simple text? Think again, fucker.

As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across Hell and your GPS location is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, you lowly maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life.

You're fucking dead, loser. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands.

Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed and armed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Gehenna Capital Military Force and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the country, you little shit.

If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "funny" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot.

I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. I’ll use your tears to steep my tealeaves in, because nothing will bring me greater satisfaction than to see you snivel and beg for mercy. You're fucking dead, you cowardly bitch.

Amy let out a harsh laugh. Did this dickhead get ahold of some dank shit from Abyssos? The levels of delusion were incredible. His finger hovered over the textbar, before he decided against it.

“I have better things to do than to entertain this butler wannabe. Maybe later.”

-Sometime later, in the Palace of Gehenna-

That damn bastard.

>>Seen 16hrs ago

Sitri grits his teeth in annoyance at the ever increasing hours on the small bar. First that meathead talks shit about him, and now he can’t even form a response?

‘He’s probably masturbating to this, that fucking asshole.’

Sitri shuddered in disgust at the mental image and quickly threw himself into his paperwork as a welcome distraction.

-Gehenna’s Outskirts-

Amy decided to finally reply to Sitri’s lengthy text. He ponders for a second; there are so many things he could say to further fuel this tea-drinking bastard’s aggression. But he opts for something simple that will infuriate him.

-Palace of Gehenna-

Bzzt!

Sitri looks up from his paperwork to see his phone light up. He immediately grabs it and clicks on the notification.

—————————————

-Hell-Oh! Talk: 1 new message-

Amy (Online Now)

Status: Bitches b mad lmao

Sitri chose to ignore the devil’s pathetic status for now. He opened the message.

Amy:

Nice CV, loser. Still get no bitches tho.

Sitri stared blankly at the text, before he closed his phone. What a waste of time.

“I’m not even going to reply to that.”

Little did he know, he would pick up his phone ten minutes later to start typing away.

[alexiswritingstuff]

Human.

Masterlist

Status: Complete.

Pairing: Castiel x gn! reader.

Other character appearances: Dean Winchester.

Summary: After getting his grace taken away from him, Castiel is left with being a human for the first time ever. The reader wants to prove to him that he’s not alone... Once they find him.

Warnings: mild angst, with some comfort dw.

Parts: one -  two - three

A/n: I just binged the entirety of supernatural, and my brain is infatuated with yet another man. Cas deserves every bit of love, so I wanted to write for him, especially in season 9 because I can’t even imagine what it was like going through that.

I also wanna say that this is my first time writing for these characters, meaning that I might not be able to rightfully portray them in my pieces just yet, so bear with me please.

Either way, I really hope you enjoy... and let me know if you want a part 2.

It was some time early in the morning. 

There were no windows in your room, due to being in a literal underground bunker, so all you had was an alarm clock to rely on for that information. 

Though even if you had managed to catch the numbers that continuously flashed across the glass screen, it didn’t seem like your brain would process it.

You were wide awake. Any and all attempts at going back to sleep, or even to just shut your eyes, ended with nothing except getting right back to square one. 

It was something that got old really fast. And now you found yourself sat at the edge of your bed, the cool air barely doing anything to soothe the warmth of your skin.

Every thought that swirled through your head felt like it only arrived to fight the previous one. To contradict it. Prove it wrong. Either way, it was just fuel to your bouncing leg that never seemed to cease. 

There was a whole lot going on, and I mean a lot.

But to summarise at least the main things that had your brain freaked, to say the least, was that Sam's condition was only being improved by some angel that hid in his head... Which he also still doesn’t know about-- But that’s besides the point.

Oh, and another, totally minor, fact was that every other angel had been thrown out of heaven like shooting stars. Meaning that there were now hundreds of beings stuck in random parts of the country...

Including your friend. 

From what you had heard, Castiel was now entirely human in an unknown destination. 

I mean, you had clues from a call he had made once he found a pay phone, but whatever was happening on his end proved that he wasn’t going to be around there much longer.

You had to decide.

In an instant, your anxiety ridden body had pushed itself up from the bed beneath it. 

Your knees felt like they were going to buckle as soon as you got to your feet, thinking on and on about how you would actually locate Cas, what you would say to him once he was found, what he would even be like after everything.

But in order to gain an answer to any of those questions... 

You kind of needed to leave the bunker first. 

And that meant getting past Dean. Giving him a really good excuse as to why you were more or less abandoning him to look after his brother while you looked for your... friend.

A sigh seeped through your lips. Each half of your body was devoted to either convincing you to stay, or leave. But after thinking about what Sam would do in a situation like this; where there was a person actually able to go and look for Cas, “Okay,”

You made your choice.

So, within the next five minutes, you had grabbed an emptied duffle bag, threw it on your bed and filled it with various things that you could only guess a new human would need.

Once there was a feeling of satisfaction when looking through the items inside, you simply zipped it up and swung it over your shoulder... 

Admittedly, however, you did kind of stand there for a second. The worry of what the hell you were going to tell Dean, or how he would react, just overloading your mind, especially because of the recent circumstances. 

But nevertheless, you managed to straightened yourself up, letting a very deep breath fill and empty your lungs, before finally making your way towards your bedroom door. 

And only leaving once you had grabbed a wad of cash and shoved it into your pocket.

~

You made your way through the kitchen, placing the weighted duffle bag onto the smooth wooden table and unzipping it before moving towards the largest fridge compartment.

After opening the door, your body lowered a little. Your eyes scanned across each shelf, looking for anything that was easily portable and at least filling when consumed.

And soon, you ended up with arms full of sandwiches wrapped in Saran wrap, that you had made earlier, in case you actually did choose this option, and any drink close to water as apparently “You only needed the sink for that.”

“Y/n, hey, I, uh-- Whoa, what...”

Shit.

“What’s up with the bag? There a case I don’t know about?”

Your body tensed. The sound of the fridge door closing almost made you jump out of your skin as you anticipated the oncoming conversation. 

I mean, it was gonna happen sooner or later.

With yet another deep breath, you turned around, tightening your hold on the food and drinks, and only spared the Winchester a simple glance before making your way back to the table. “Y/n?” The items practically spilled, one after the other, onto the wood when you got in front of it. 

Dean remained still for a moment, his eyes following you as you organised stuff into groups, but as soon as he saw you reach for the duffle bag, “No.”

It clicked.

“Hey, no. No, no, no, no!” 

Before your fingers could grasp onto the material, another hand seemed to beat you to it. And now it slid to the complete opposite side of the table. “I told you we would get to that, man. Right now--”

“Yeah, Dean, ‘getting to it’ is the problem.” you cut him off, meeting the man’s desperate eyes that almost made you regret that decision, “Look, I know you’re worried about Sam, okay? I am too-- Of course I am. But, I can’t... I can’t wait any longer.”

“I mean, Cas is a human, Dean, a human!” you continued, “He-- He can feel things like hunger and the need to sleep, and hell he’s going to need to piss at some point, if he hasn’t already, but... He’s never felt that before.”

“Any of it.”

“He has just been thrown into feeling things like we do, and... and instead of being right there with him, as he goes through all of this shit for the first time ever-- ever! We, his best friends, are just here.”

“In the bunker, all cosy with unlimited access to food, water-- Even a shower, while he is stuck in some random place, probably with no idea of where he is.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest. It felt like it was just gonna burst right out while you stared back at Dean. 

But after every scenario you had imagined of him losing his shit, right then and there, once he would find you trying to leave... 

He only sighed.

He took a mild step back, the breath still sifting through his lips, while he brought his hands up to his face and rubbed at the skin. An attempt to make sure that he wouldn’t say something he would regret. “I know... I know, Y/n, it just--”

Dean sighs again, “... I don’t know what to do.” 

In that moment, all of your nervousness melted away. You had gotten so worked up about this whole thing that you forgot, at the end of the day, that he was your best friend. 

You found yourself just standing there again, watching the man with furrowed eyebrows and softening facial muscles.

“Ezekiel... I don’t know-- I thought he would do more than this. At least faster, anyway, but...” Dean’s eyes sort of stared at nothing for a moment. Like he was searching through the air as if it would give him some sort of answer. And then he looked back at you, “I don’t know if I can’t keep lying to him, man.”

“I don’t know if I can keep lying to Sam.”

“Dean,” you began as soon as he had finished, and slowly moved forward until you were right in front of him. You placed a hand on his shoulder, “I know it’s a lot.” He snorted, “That’s an understatement.”

“Dean, you just... You need to make everything seem like it’s normal so that Ezekiel can do his work.” you insisted with nods of your head, “Look for a case, or something.”

“Do whatever you would do on any other day.” Your hand squeezed the shoulder it lay on, and Dean seemed to take in a calmer breath in response. “If it does, however, get too much or something then call me, all right? I just want to get Cas settled in-- That’s it.”

“I’ll be back before you know it.”

You stared at him for a moment. Waiting for at least some kind of signal while he took the time to think about what you said. And soon, you removed your hand from his shoulder after one final squeeze. Dean gave you a look with little nods of his head. 

The bag you were trying to grab eariler slid back across the table. Back into the place it was before. And right as it got in front of you, the packing had began almost immediately. 

You put all of the items in, maybe a little too fast, pressed it down a good few times. And while attempting to zip it up, Dean took the job of pulling the teeth together, so that you could actually close the damn thing.

“Okay,” you breathed out, swinging the bag that was increasingly heavier over your shoulder before turning to face Dean the moment it sat in a good position. He raised his head a little. “Let me know how Cas is then.”

His voice was a lot softer than it was before. A look of sincerity fighting its way through the panic in his eyes, despite his attempts to mask it. 

“Of course.” you ensured with a few nods of your head. And Dean smiled. 

It was short, which they always kind of were, as like every other time, before you could send him one yourself, he would change the subject. 

For instance now he patted your back with a clear of his throat, looking through your eyes to see how badly you wanted to do this, before he simply turned.

Disappearing into the hallway.

~~~

The past few hours had felt like a wild goose chase.

You had gone from town to town, driving up and down every road numerous times, to search for this man. And you still had nothing.

No sign at all.

Eventually, after another clue you were following went cold, ending the same way as the last, a break was most definitely needed.

You found yourself in some convenience store. Being so consumed by the lack of your friend had caused you to forget about your own wellbeing. It hadn’t even struck in your mind until your stomach practically screamed at you to eat something.

So that’s what you did.

You laid out some bottles of water, food with actual nutrients in them and snacks that you wanted to see Cas try onto the counter before reaching for your wallet.

The cashier began putting the items in a few bags. And after paying, you took them, ignoring the ache that pulsed as soon as the weight got to your shoulders. “Thank you.”

With that, you were back outside, the sound of life engulfing your senses in a way that stopped your feet from moving any further. 

Your eyes flickered back and forth between each street. You looked through the many people, that all seemed to walk in different ways, and the plethora of buildings that hugged the next. 

“Where the hell are you, Cas.” A deep breath slowly filtered through your lungs, letting you take time to straighten yourself up.

An awarness of sweat suddenly grabbed your attention when the bags in your hands sort of slipped in response to the moisture. So, once you regained a strong grip. You turned. Making your way back down the street.

The familiar grumble however rumbled through your system, and though you were going to eat when back in the car, it seemed like your body was rather persistent.

You found yourself trying to maintain your balance. Juggling between keeping your hold on the bags and combing through your pockets for a Granola bar you had put in there for later. “Come on, man, where is--”

A sudden sound clattered through the busy air.

In that moment, your feet seemed to halt once again. Your eyebrows were furrowed, eyes flickering through the oncoming faces to see if anyone else had heard it... 

But, somehow, No one had.

The bar you were looking for was now between your teeth, as you had finally found it. And once you convinced yourself that it was just your imagination, you divided the bags you held between each hand.

Though, right as you were about to take a step-

BANG.

There it was again.

“What the... What the hell?” You spun round, letting your confused eyes scan through the street you had just walked down to figure out what was going on. 

And that was when your gaze landed on an alleyway.

You sort of stared at it for a moment. Weighing out all of the outcomes that checking it would have. However, your body reacted before your brain did as you started to backtrack.

Every part of your face was riddled with confusion and curiosity, which further increased when you actually got a glimpse of what was around the corner.

I mean, it was just an alleyway. But a blue jacket seemed to draw your attention from the surrounding bland colours, and your gaze soon landing on what appeared to be a man.

The longer that you looked at him, the more you took in what was around him. Which in fact lead you to realise that he was positioned in front of a bin, that loud sound being him discarding the lid so that he could actually look inside.

Immediately, your body retracted. Guilt flooded through your veins at the fact that you just stared at a random person trying to find food, because that was none of your business...

But before your eyes could follow the movements of the rest of your body, the man moved his head in a way that showed off his side profile. 

And now you halted once again.

That face. The structure.

You could never forget it.

“Cas?”

The man before you, who had just grabbed onto the rim of the bin, twisted his head round so fast that when your eyes actually met, all the air in your lungs felt like it had disappeared.

“... Y/n?” 

His voice.

That was his voice. A sound that ended up jumpstarting your brain as the bar dropped from your mouth. Forgotten.

You couldn’t look away from him while you moved further into the alleyway. An action that meant the nearer you got, the more you could see his face and the roughness that came with it. 

There were prominent bags underneath those unforgettable eyes. Various patches of dirt littered across any part of skin that was on display, and he even had stubble sprouting across the lower part of his face.

It was a look that you never expected to see. 

As soon as you got close enough, the bags in your hands fell to the floor one after the other. Your eyes wondered from his face to the, actually different, clothes worn on his body, and then back up again. 

It was the man that pulled your best friend out of hell, the man who went through purgatory with you-- The person you had been trying to find for days on end with nothing but failure in return. 

It was Castiel. 

You pulled him into your arms so suddenly that you didn’t even realise it had been done until your chin was rested on top of his shoulder. He was real.

“What are you doing here?” His voice purely rumbled through your ears, but due to the longing of wanting to hear it in the first place, you didn’t move. A chuckle even fleated your lips at the feeling of his life underneath your fingertips.

Cas was lightly patting your back in response.

It was hesitant. Either because he didn’t know what to do, or it was because of the fact that he truly couldn’t believe that you were right there. That he could feel you.

Before he could figure it out, though, you pulled yourself back in a way that let your eyes fully take in the features of his face. Not daring to actually let him go.

“How did you find me?” Cas questioned instead, letting himself do the same thing until they began to flicker behind, scanning over where you had just come from, “Where’s Sam and Dean.”

The query had you stifling another laugh. An action that seemed to bring Castiel’s attention back to you, and soon that familiar expression of confusion tugged at his features. “What?”

“Am I not good enough for you?” you joked, leaning back a little to get a good view of that face. Apparently that signalled something else, however, and Cas’s head sort of lowered, his eyebrows knitting together even more. If that was even possible. “You know I would never think that.”

“Oh... No, Cas, I know that! I know! I just-- Forget it.” you insisted with a shake of your head, finally letting him go so that you could collect the bags that were previously left on the ground.

“Let’s get you sorted then, huh?”

Once they were all rounded up, you had twisted your body so that you could further signal to him that it was time to go. More so that you wanted to get back in your car and actually eat something...

But he never moved.

He was just stood there. Staring. His eyebrows twitching in a way that made your head mildly tilt to the side, “What are you waiting for?”

When the sound finally seemed to reach his ears, his body straightened up within a second. The taut, almost anxious, look on his face eased away. And that’s when he finally began to move. 

“Come on.”

~

The door swung in with ease, and you walked in without a second to waste, carrying all the bags, including the duffle bag, despite Cas’s persistent protests, “All right, so,”

“I booked this place for a few days,” you begun through a strained voice, placing the array of plastic bags on the little table by the window, “It should be enough, but I can pay for longer if needed.”

You rounded up all of the stuff that needed to be refrigerated first and moved to do exactly that with the mini fridge, these rooms always seemed to have, by the sink.

It was only on the way back to the other items, however, that you realised Cas hadn’t responded to your words. Or even spoken at all since you got out of the car. 

“You alright?” you questioned, though your back was now turned, and lifted the duffle bag from your shoulder. The lack of weight had you stifling the urge to let out a huff of relief before you placed the bag beside the rest of the food.

Cas was stood practically in the centre of the room. His eyes scanned across the patterns of the wallpaper, the carpet that had probably been walked on a thousand times, the door to the bathroom.

And then he turned again, looking at the bed he stood at the end of.

The singular bed.

“You’re not taking me back to the bunker,” His voice was lighter than usual, almost as if it didn’t want to come out at first. The range of deepness was still there however. One that seemed to make your body freeze whenever it boomed through your ears, “Are you?”

It took you a few seconds to do anything as your mind battled with multiple thoughts. 

You wanted to say so many things. Apologise for so many things. But the idea that whatever came out of your mouth could possibly hurt him, in any way... You would rather say nothing at all.

And that’s exactly what you did.

Your fingers fumbled for the duffle bag in an attempt to distract yourself as much as possible, which proved hard, especially when unzipping the thing, due to the fact that any sound produced seemed to echo through the room. 

You cleared your throat, beginning to take out any of the items that needed to go in the bathroom or in drawers--

“Y/n.”

The urge to sigh was immediate, but you stifled it just as fast.

The last thing you wanted was to make him feel worse than he probably already did. So, instead, you closed your eyes. Trying to collect yourself as much as possible before there was any sort of reaction.

“Cas,” you managed out after a moment. And after a subtle, quick, shake of your head, you finally twisted yourself round to face the man who hadn’t even moved an inch.

Those eyes.

Those beautiful-- I mean, blue eyes of his stared back in a way that was almost as if he was glimpsing into your soul. He was reading into absolutely any movement you made, and any look that showed on your face, even for a split second, like his life depended on it.

“Look,” 

You slowly started to make your way towards the man who continued to watch your every move. Uncertain to even blink, as if you would just disappear when he opened his eyes again.

Instead, however, you were now standing right in front of him.

“I didn’t, uh… I didn’t really plan what I was going to do, or say, when this moment came.” You spoke slowly. A sort of hesitance becoming more and more apparent with every word… And soon the new human wasn’t the only one staring.

You gulped. “Cas... The angels.” His entire demeanour visibly shrunk. “I just… It’s going to make me sound like an asshole, and you have every right to be mad at us-- at me, but--”

“No,” Castiel suddenly stated, “No, I understand.”

Your eyes were narrowed. “You... You do?” That same confusion from earlier filled your veins, and did so even more when Cas simply nodded his head. “You want to protect.” 

His voice was louder this time. And when he moved towards the singular bed, letting his hand closest graze across the sheets, your gaze could only follow, “Keep them away from danger,” he added on, slowly lowering himself to sit on the mattress, “It’s... understandable.”

Your heart ached. The sight of him; the way his eyes glazed, the way he sat, his voice. He looked so…drained. It hurt you to see it, but you couldn’t even begin imagine what he was feeling.

“Oh, Cas.”

A deep breath seeped into your lungs, and you moved in the next second before your brain could decide if it actually was a good idea.

And now here you were. Standing in front of the man, you had so desperately wanted to see for weeks on end, in a way that meant he had to lift his head to see your face.

The two of you stared at each other for a moment in a silence that didn’t seem to be uncomfortable. You took in each other’s presence, the disbelief from earlier finally beginning to dissapate as you stared into those ocean like eyes.

There was a multitude of things that seemed to swirl within them, and after realising that they had captivated you, a little too much, you remembered the sort of conversation you were having.

A sigh eventually made its way between your lips, and you began to lower yourself down until you were crouched before him. “It’s just for now… Okay?”

Your eyes never left his as an attempt to show your assurance. And to further prove yourself, you grabbed one of his hands. Having to hide your shock at how cold it was in your grasp, “I care about you too, Cas.”

“You know that right?”

That was the thing that finally seemed to gain a reaction.

His expression shifted in a way that was similar to earlier. Every feature across his face let go of the tension and taking its place was a sort of... soft look. 

“Right?” you questioned again when there was no verbal response, and even lightly shook the hand you held onto as if it would make him speak.

Instead, Cas tore his eyes away from your own, a sort of timidness taking over his demeanour. 

He was only able to lowly hum in acknowledgment to your words, and even when he nodded his head to show further understanding, it was a movement you almost didn’t see. A movement that seemed to flick a switch in your brain.

You began to think about what would happen when you left. 

What would he do? What would he think about? Did he even know how a shower works? 

I mean, yes, he was a grown, million year old, man. He also can sure as hell take care of himself, he has proved so many times. But he had just gone through failure after failure.

He had watched his brothers and sisters get thrown out of their home. And now they were coming after him. Wanting to kill, torture and who knows what else.

Castiel could handle himself, sure. But thinking about what he would do, or in fact not do, when those angels eventually found him... It had you sick to your stomach in an instant.

So, after staring at his tired face some more. After realising that this man had probably never had a day of comfort, of calmness. You finally had an answer to the question you had been asking yourself since the beginning of the search for Cas.

“Which is exactly why I’m going to stay with you.”

next

[aellegro]

wait till you hear about this next nominee: MOON AERA, born on the 18th of JUNE, 1997 and bears a striking resemblance to LEE SAEROM. they’re a FIRST year BACHELOR OF MUSIC COMPOSITION student and HAVE BEEN IN MULTIPLE COMMERCIALS — impressed yet? rumor has it they’re hoping to be a FAMOUS CELEBRITY, but personally, i think they should aim a little higher — something like the king’s club, for one. now, that suits them a little more, don’t you think? guess we’ll just have to see if they’ve got the talent for it in our upcoming recruitment round.

HIIIIIIIIIIIII i’m kon (she/her) and i’m so glad to finally meet and greet all of u and ur beautiful muses!! have been lurking but decided to bite the bullet and apply for bxc8!!! honestly did Not expect to be accepted so fast ejlfnjenwo kind of screamed... but i can’t wait to be writing and scheming with all of u... also!! i’m available to plot on either dms or dc (plzzzz add me on evermeow) so smash that like button <33 i’ll try my best to fill in the blanks but if u have any questions feel free to ask!!

background

she’s born the youngest of three, the first (and only) daughter after two sons, and the first granddaughter on both sides of the family

technically has 3 brothers if you count her cousin (son of the ent. company ceo) since he was an only child and liked hanging out with the siblings… considered himself one of them tbh

which made her uncle really grateful to their family for taking care of his son since he was busy taking care of the company and whatnot (also like… since he’s separated from his wife but that’s irrelevant)

back to her, she’s pretty much an angel in the eyes of literally everybody in her family like she can do no wrong 😇 and if she did the other person was probably at fault and started it first anyway

veeeery verrrrrry doted on and spoiled because of that which really all goes to her head and is internalised that she can get whatever she wants — 27 years and it hasn’t been disproven yet!

all things considered she pretty much cruised through school with the help of her brothers and anyone who wanted to get on her good side

it’s really only in the last year of high school where she was like! hey… maybe i don’t want to graduate as a nobody, marry some dickhead and be known only as his wife… hmm maybe i could be a celebrity… it’s nice to have people’s attention on me ❤️ and if i marry someone he’d be known as moon aera’s husband instead #feminism am i right

…it’s kind of strange to stick your guns to a random train of thought but it really did seem appealing to 18yo aera at the time and she’s nothing if not very determined to make her dreams reality + it seemed cool (also if that happened to include a little plastic surgery then so be it)

to her credit, she didn’t rely on her family from the jump. she went for multiple auditions by herself then announced it to her family after people got back to her about starring in the commercials… things definitely got chaotic in the moon household that day

got recruited by a company that wasn’t her uncle’s after a few of her commercials were released but trust that he definitely had a hand in ensuring that she’d get preferential treatment anyway

as for the king’s club… sensed the many, many opportunities that came with becoming a chessmaster and accepted right away

miiiiight have had something to do with the resignation of cho minah (the other black bishop initiate) but who’s to say she did? cho minah never complained either so all’s fair in war and all that good jazz… didn’t even become an aera anti after she debuted so that’s a #WIN for sure

speaking of initiates dropping out, she wasn’t close to noh hyungseo and was decidedly neutral in 2016 but if she had to choose, she’s definitely not his biggest fan. was definitely shocked during the incident but we move on… like how aera could give less of a shit about noh hyungseo and his death in 2024.

did really freaking well for herself after that if you just ignore all her haters and naysayers, and seemingly (since we all know it’s not just effort) girlbossed her way up until she became a household name, with her face plastered everywhere and her songs on repeat at any shop you enter

honestly… long live moon aera and her army

personality

gemini sun, scorpio moon, virgo rising

[−] tends to be impulsive (see: auditioning without prior consultation), especially about what she wants. has a bit of a short fuse but usually gets over it quickly unless you really wrong her one way or another… then you’re doneeeee ⚰️ resentful like no other, kxe1 knows what i’m talking about. genuinely feels like the world revolves around her and that people should have the same amount of loyalty she does towards them.

[+] intuitive and observant. very flexible and is able to thrive in different environments, can make friends or at the very least find common ground with just about anyone anywhere.

in 2016: very affable, barrelling past any icy exteriors. perceptive enough to know which buttons to push and when, making it easy for her to make friends. for the most part, it’s not a facade at all which lends a little more credibility to how genuine she’s being with you. her sense of humour is snarky and a little crude but what else can you expect from growing up with a bunch of brothers. that one friend who has to stop and say hi to anyone who recognises them. but don’t be fooled because she’s still a self-serving bitch at the end of the day 😒

in 2024: with the passing years, she’s definitely mellowed out and uses most of her cheerfulness whenever she’s interacting with fans. is more or less the same, just a little bit more cynical and jaded due to her experience in the industry 🚬 but hey, that’s exactly what she signed up for. her circle of friends is much smaller now but everyone who’s met/worked with her all say she’s very nice and kind and would like to get to know her more.

trivia/misc.

her fans are called dear… i hope everyone here is a dear and streams her music

ever since she went solo, she’s had more creative control thanks to her uncle’s intervention and actively takes part in composing her songs and lyric writing

first brother: moon jaeyoung, 1991, chief prosecutor / second brother: moon daehyun, 1994, high school teacher (science) / cousin: moon yejun, 1995, head of artist development — if anyone wants a plot where aera plays matchmaker for your muse with any of them lmk

has a maltese named bada and she genuinely adores her dog so much like that’s her little baby. watch what you say about bada because she has her own separate fanbase i don’t make the rules

artist blurbs

ouiwish (위위시) was a girl group under GROOVE Media. The group consisted of 5 members: Dabin, Miso, Yume, Hanbyul, and Aera. The group originally debuted on August 10, 2015 with 4 members, with fifth member Aera joining the group on November 23, 2018 for their sixth comeback. GROOVE Media released an announcement stating that the group officially disbanded on 31 August, 2020.

Moon Aera (문애라) is an actress and soloist under DH Entertainment. She initially debuted as a member of ouiwish (위위시) before making her official debut as a soloist on 5 March, 2021 and made her acting debut in 2019 as a minor role in the drama ‘Love in Sadness’.

i’ll add more soon i’m kind of over this and want this out ASAP i’m sorryyyy we can fuse brains when we plot together

[sebsxphia]

Kay Sebby, i introduce to u this wonderful thot i had while doing my makeup for some reason :)

Fanboy with a pillow princess gf that he calls angel all the time, for some reason this time she decided to be bratty and even though he doesn’t always punishes her (because she’s usually really sweet and obedient) when it is time to teach her sone lesson he makes sure to do it so well that she forgets to be bratty ever again.

His favorite way is to fuck her in all fours in front of a mirror but halfway through it he would stop and make her work for her orgasm, he would order her to fuck herself on his cock while he spanks her, call him a sadist and all you want but seeing her ass turning red, her desperate face in the mirror and the look of frustration she would give him would almost make him cum.

She's so used to him being in charge in the bedroom and her pleasure that she can’t make herself cum anymore, that’s why Mickey loves punishing her this way, until she’s crying and begging him to make her feel good, until she’s apologizing nonstop and becomes his good little angel again.

He starts mocking and laughing at her, his dumbification kink strikes at this point

“Oh dumb baby, can’t even cum if Daddy’s not helping her”

“Dumb slut, Daddy could have spent the whole night giving it to you but you decided to be bratty”

“I don’t wanna hear you say anything else tonight, just the sound of that wet cunt fucking itself against me”

And the cherry on top would be seeing that the only thing she can do is nod and babble nonsense, not even caring that he’s degrading her like that because her dumb little brain only cares about coming.

He decides it’s enough when he sees that she’s getting tired and she still hasn't been able to cum, so he starts to fuck her again, bc yes, she might have misbehaved but she’s still his pretty pillow princess in the end and when he feels her cunt tighten around him and her voice sound so weak, he knows he’s done it right.

And after being so rough with her, the gentleness with which he would treat her would amaze everyone, softly caressing her back, kissing her so sweetly and eating her out until her legs give out and then hugging her and singing her to sleep like the sweet lover that he is.

not even caring that he’s degrading her like that because her dumb little brain only cares about coming.

“I don’t wanna hear you say anything else tonight, just the sound of that wet cunt fucking itself against me”

“Oh dumb baby, can’t even cum if Daddy’s not helping her”

ana. ana what the ever loving fuck anananananananaaaaaa ANA. i think i blacked out multiple times reading this omg. no because fanboy can be such a fucking brat tamer when he wants to be. not even sadist, he needs to be that mean because otherwise his pretty little pillow princess will never learn.

he knows it’s the worst punishment out of them all because you just cannot get off without his help and he’s so smug about it. it’s infuriating having him seated so deep inside of you, but not being able to finish.

all i want is to be fucked dumb and so hard that all my dumb little brain cares about is coming on his dick :(

thank you so, so much for this insane thot my sweet angel!! 💌

[hekate1308]

Present Blessings, A Drowley Advent Calendar, December 2

Masterpost

Read it on AO3

Suddenly, he could move again, but he was – and there, he had to give his visitor credit, this had not happened before – too confused to actually press the panic button. “What?” he demanded.

“Dean. Angel. Everything clear now?”

No, and more than that, he had the feeling the man actually knew and was rather enjoying the fact.

Which at least made him feel more in control because it was exactly the sort of thing Crowley himself would have relished.

“Alright. So you’re an angel. Is there a reason you have chosen to grace my humble office?”

“I’ll ignore the sarcasm for now” he said, striding over and sitting down in front of Crowley’s desk without having been asked to do so or seeking permission. A power play, of course – Crowley himself had done so many times over.

“The point is, it’s time to earn my wings, and I’ll only do that if you successfully become a better person, so…”

“I see several problems with that, the first being that I have absolutely no intentions of becoming a better person, as you put it” Crowley replied, playing along for now.

So there was a mentally disturbed individual who claimed to be an angel on some sort of mission in his office. While it was rather unusual, it certainly wasn’t the strangest thing that had ever happened to him.

“Don’t be like that. For example, what was that fight with your son about?”

And he had officially managed to anger him. They might not be close, but Gavin was his child, and Crowley was ready to defend him until the end. “None of your concern.”

He raised his hands. “Didn’t mean to push your buttons… well not immediately, anyway. But point is, wouldn’t it be nice if you could get along?”

“We do, most of the time… when he doesn’t question every single one of my life choices.”

“Ever thought he might have a point?”

Crowley just raised an eyebrow.

Dean sighed. “Look man, can we just get on wit it? I’d really like my wings…”

“I fail to see how this is any of my concern” he said smoothly because it was true. Even if there was any possibility that Crowley was responsible for an angel getting his wings, it would not be his fault if said angel failed.

“Okay, let’ss try and see this from a different angle” Dean decided. “What if you were nicer to your fellow men? You might even find a few friends… would that be so bad?”

“I have done well without them so far.”

Dean shook his head. “Humans should have friends.”

He was genuinely convinced he was an angel, Crowley realized – a member of a different species. Well, if it made him happy… at least he could humor him until he could get help.

Although now, he was curious. And he still had to figure out how the man had managed to get inside his office.

Let him try and humor him, if only for a moment. “And why are you an expert on humans, anyway?”

“Oh I’ve been watching your for millennia” he said matter-of-factly. “Between us, I am still upset about the Tower of Babel. They were doing so well, and I know I shouldn’t say this, but I think God overreacted a bit on that one.”

“Which you know because you talk to God on a regular basis, being an angel, I imagine” he replied.

Now the man – Dean – looked uncomfortable. “I – “

“What? Are you telling me that God is an absent father?”

He seemed to have hot the nail on the head, for he started twitching around on his seat. “Look, we know God’s plan, and we try our best to follow it.”

“Without ever seeing or speaking to God for – how long now?” If there was one thing Crowley knew well, it was dealing with bad parental figures. Or very absent ones.

Admittedly he was one of those himself, but that hadn’t stopped Gavin from being successful-

“We are not talking about me” he said stubbornly. “This is about you.”

“Yes. You made your offer, and I am really not interested, so feel free to leave any time.”

He frowned. “Dude, I can’t.”

“Since you seem to just have… appeared, U fail to see –“

“No, no, I have to stay until my assignment is done or” he hesitated “Until my assignment is done. I can’t just leave.”

“So what do you expect me to do?” he asked, contemplating reaching for the panic button again.

“Not that, for one thing” he said brightly “But I’ve thought about it, and I have an idea.”

“What do you propose, then?”

Dean grinned once more, apparently convinced they were in agreement.

“Well let’s just say I have seen enough to know that there’s a position open in your company…”

[seunghunn]

seunghun and a puppy to brighten up your day!

[primofate]

Genshin [Volleyball Team AU - Inspired by Haikyuu!] What it’s like to be their manager Headcanons

Note: I think a lot of people misunderstand the role of the manager XD It’s not that the whole team is dating you. It’s that the whole team treats you like their family/sister. So you’d better bet that all of them are gunna be hella protective of you XD

Scenario: What do you do for the team and what do they do for you? :D

Warnings: not proofread, fluffy, might have some swear words, platonic relationships

Characters: Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Tartaglia, Kazuha, Xiao, Tohma, reader as the team manager

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Genshin Volleyball Team manager

It’s just fuckin’ chaos

On your first day you’re already bombarded with questions by Tartaglia and Kaeya

“So which class are you?” “What’s your height?” “Are you single?”

Captain Zhongli just cannot be bothered to reign them in anymore.

So Vice Captain Diluc does it and grabs their collars. “You idiots, you’re scaring her off!”

Possibly Kazuha and Tohma are the ones you really try to rely on, on your first few weeks.

So how do you gain the trust of your team? Let’s start with each player shall we?

#1 Zhongli (Captain/Wing Spiker/Ace)

Zhongli is just handsome and mature. He’s strict and needs to be the pillar of the team. 

You’re intimidated by him the first few weeks and he just seems...a little far. He’s always so focused that you can’t seem to catch a moment to just chat with him.

There’s a day where you notice that his form is a little off, you suspect that he hurt his wrist a little. 

You fidget uncomfortably in the gym as they practice, but finally turn to the coach “U-Umm... The captain is... I mean! I’m not sure, but... I think he needs to take a rest,”

The coach calls for someone to substitute Zhongli and suddenly asks you to check on him.

“Huh?! Me?!” the coach pushes you towards him, and Zhongli is just looking at you quizzically, you can practically see the question mark on his face.

“C-Captain, d-do you need some bandages on your wrist?”

Zhongli is taken aback, but silently puts his right wrist out for you to wrap.

Only when you’re done tending to it does he look you in the eye and ask.

“How did you know?”

“...Because I always watch, and all I can do is watch. If I can’t even spot that out then I’m not a very good manager am I?”

Zhongli has a newfound respect for you. He thought you were just a meek and shy thing sitting around and passing them balls but he feels his heart swell that someone like you is seriously watching over them.

#2 Diluc (Vice Captain/Wing Spiker/Defense Specialist)

Diluc is probably the second hardest to get along with or break the ice with.

But he gradually warms up to you when he notices that he’s always the first one you pass a towel and water bottle to.

You’re not doing that on purpose, it’s just him who always comes up first.

After a few days he deliberately goes to you faster cause he always wants to be the one to receive a water bottle and towel from you first. Secretly a puppy.

The moment he realized that you were reliable was when you stayed behind to help him practice when everyone else went home already. 

You didn’t let up in your constant praise of “nice receive”, “great spike!” and “that’s so cool!” 

He thinks he saw stars in your eyes at some point.

“Hey, Diluc, it’s getting late, let’s leave some energy for tomorrow, yeah?” he could tell from your mannerisms that you were tired too, but you tried not to let it show on your face and still cleaned up with him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then!” you wave but you’re stopped by a quick. “No,” from him. You tilt your head in wonder and he just looks at you as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“It’s late, I’ll walk you home,”

#3 Kaeya (Middle Blocker)

You don’t have to impress this guy, anyone of the female gender impresses him.

lol jk

safe to say it’s not difficult to befriend Kaeya, just bring him a cheering squad and some food.

all jokes aside the way to this guy’s heart is through his stomach.

He’s not a particularly hungry person but there’s this one time he forgot to bring lunch. He was running late, or something of that sort, honestly not something new for him.

He ALSO didn’t bring money so he couldn’t eat food from the cafeteria.

Ask his friends for money you say? Tartaglia would go, “Haha no way!” Albedo would go, “Let this be a lesson for you,” his brother would go “Serves you right,”

By club time he’s famished and dramatic. “Guys, go on without me, this is as far as I go,” as he sprawls on the gym floor.

You ask if he’s okay and he doesn’t answer so Diluc is the one that answers for him. “He forgot his lunch, as always,”

You make a sound of understanding and the next thing you know you’re taking out a lunch box and Kaeya has lifted his head up, sensing food.

“I packed onigiri for everyone today, actually... In case someone was hungry. It’s not much but--”

Kaeya comes alive from the dead and clutches your hands to his chest. “Manager you really are an angel,”

Diluc jump kicks him away from you.

#4 Albedo (Setter)

You also don’t know how to approach this guy

He always looks mad or stoic or something. Like he’s always thinking about something.

He low key actually is always thinking about play strategies and how to set the ball better for his teammates.

You really do think he works so hard while the game is going on, so you decide to help him out a little bit.

You watch a few more of their games and somehow come up with a list of what kinds of sets are better for each different spiker in the team.

There’s surprise in his eyes when you pass the document to him and modestly exclaim “...but, it might not be accurate, since I’m not that experienced,”

He still nods and says “...It’s the thought that counts,” 

When he does read your report and try the techniques out he notices that it does hold some merit in it

Is amazed like how Zhongli is amazed. He thought you were just there to hand them bottles and cheer for them but he had never been so wrong as to what a manager’s role is.

Will trust you enough to ask you about his set performance.  

Will sometimes slam Kaeya with an insult. “Kaeya, your spike sense is horrid, Y/N can read the moves better than you,”

#5 Tartaglia (Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

It’s not that he has a hard time trusting people but let’s just say he has the tendency to make you feel like he likes you but then he actually does that to everyone.

For example: He’ll throw compliments like “Oh that’s amazing Y/N!” but then back in the classroom you’ll hear him say “Oh that’s amazing!” to, like, every other person. 

That kinda disappoints you cause then the comment doesn’t really hold that much meaning to it if he keeps on saying it to others too.

He encounters a crisis mid year because this guy is just... he struggles with his grades. 

Captain Zhongli has told him he can’t play volleyball if he fails even one subject.

This boy is panicking and has semi-accepted this is the end of his volleyball career.

So you offer to study with him and he’s legit stoked.

Intensive and strict study sessions commence. Note taking, pop quizzes, surprise questions and even sudden random calls from you wherein you ask him a question and he has to answer within 5 seconds.

You’ve pulled all the study techniques you know here, this man better pass everything.

Welp, he still fails History....but since he worked so hard Captain Zhongli excuses it.

He’s so happy that he can’t hold back the stupidly wide smile on his face. He turns to you and for the very very first time in months, he bows and THANKS you.

You realize that he’s never thanked you before. Not even when you pass him water bottles or towels. 

You consider it a win, getting rare and sincere appreciation from him.

#6 Kazuha (Decoy/Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

One of the easiest to get along with but at the same time, he’s so mature that you feel like you’re not even in the same age range as him.

Definitely someone you can count on though, so you ask him many questions on the first week.

Still, it’s one of those things where you can kind of talk to him but there’s still a wall between you two.

One day while walking around in school there were these boys who were commenting about his height, and questioning his abilities as a volleyball team member.

You didn’t really think much about it when you speak up, “But he’s a really good middle blocker and spiker,” 

Those boys look at you weirdly and you realize that you’ve unconsciously spoken up. So you hurriedly walk away.

Little did you know that Kazuha was in some secret corner and heard the whole thing.

Just like that, the next day, it seems as if the wall between you two was gone, and you’re able to talk freely.

That, and he seemed to like asking you to help him practice his spikes and throw balls for him now.

#7 Xiao (Libero)

is deceivingly easy to get along with. Just has a rough exterior but is actually a softie if you squint.

You know this because there are subtle things he does. 

He doesn’t speak to you much but then he would be the one picking up the balls with you, or sometimes there’s magically a new set of clean towels on the bench that you don’t remember taking out from the storage room.

This guy is passionate for the game, so he really beats himself up when he isn’t able to receive a ball during actual games.

You worry about his mentality sometimes. I mean, it’s a team game, it’s not like he alone can save the whole game

So you talk to him about it the other day

“You’re already a really good libero Xiao, I mean... I’m not saying you should stop practicing but you don’t have to feel so bad...” you pause because this doesn’t feel like the message you want to convey

“Sorry, what I mean is... You CAN feel bad, but share the burden with your team, you know?”

He knows what you’re saying and contemplates it for a while. He knows that his team has his back, but sometimes just needs reminder about it.

He looks at you and asks, “...Can I share the burden with you too?”

You blink “Huh?”

“You said I can share the burden with my team, but can I share it with you too?”

There is a blush on his cheeks at this point.

“Oh, yea! Of course! I don’t play but I’m still part of the team you know!”

Ever since then, during games, if he feels a little frustrated he’d glance at you on the bench and you’d give him a thumbs up for a job well done.

#8 Tohma (Pinch Server/Middle Blocker)

You’re like bffs the moment you see each other

lol jk

You’re still awkward with him the first few days cause that’s just how first meetings are.

But he is very easy to talk to and always makes you feel at ease

Will always be the one to ask how you are if you need any help or if class was okay in general

Seems like the type of person to care more about others than himself

So he’s surprised when you come into the gym and you beat him to asking his usual questions.

“Tohma, how are you today? Did you have a proper lunch?”

“Tohma, are you getting tired? Want some water?”

“Tohma, how was class today?”

All the other members of the team turn to look at the two of you, thinking ‘Why does Tohma get extra attention?’ 

Tohma certainly doesn’t get extra attention you just TALK to him more. The other members deadass are also getting cared for by you, just in different ways.

This boy has some insecurities though, when it comes to playing the game. He hasn’t been in it for long so he’s the least experienced and that gets to him sometimes.

“Oh, really? But you play really well! I couldn’t tell that you’re new” 

His serves are really amazing though.

“Also! You always score points for us with the serves. Sometimes, your serves are my favourite part of the game!”

Has practiced extra hard so as not to let you down.

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[lesbiannancytruther]

alright im caving and combining my two current obsessions THATS RIGHT its a ronance shadowhunters au

disclaimer cassandra clare is weird as hell i just like her worldbuilding <3

hear me out…. shadowhunter!nancy x warlock!robin… i think it’s real idk….

explanation section for those who haven’t read these books: shadowhunters have angel blood and are sworn to protect humanity from demons. (magical cops) they’re stronger, faster, have more endurance than normal, and can use runes to enhance their capabilities. they look like sick ass tattoos.

downworlders are all other magical beings (other than demons): vampires, werewolves, faeries, and warlocks.

warlocks are the offspring of demons and humans, they can use magic to do a LOT of stuff, they’re immortal (stop aging in their early 20s) and all of them have a sort of demon’s mark.

and since i want this nancy to be half-faerie: faeries are the offspring of demons and angels, they have wild magic and are typically beautiful and mischievous. full-blooded faeries can’t lie. faeries are weak to cold iron. faeries are basically immortal as they hardly age once they reach maturity.

in all cases shadowhunter blood is dominant

imagine: ted wheeler is actually interesting here. on a mission in faerie he gets just a little bit tipsy on faerie drinks (makes u a little crazy) and he ends up sleeping with a faerie😳 and he’s like “damn wild night” and thinks nothing of it until 9 months later BAM there’s a baby on his doorstep and he’s like “oh what the fuck”

i couldnt decide if i wanted this au to be pro karen or anti karen so i decided it’d be a mix of both, with karen at first being appalled at the situation and refusing nancy and slowly learning to love and care for her as she watched her grow. i think karen will always have a level of prejudice against nancy, so nancy has always felt she needs to be perfect to earn her approval and love. (lesbianism allegory mayhaps🤨)

took it upon myself to decide that robin’s father would be the demon, a typical incubus who preyed on her wild and free, unpredictable mother and left her with a kid she had no idea how to deal with. robin’s demon mark is her horns, which resemble massive antlers of either a deer or an elk, but are tiny when she’s little, easy to hide with hats. i think robin’s mother will have the same flaws she does in rebel robin, loving but flighty and weird, being both unconventional and judgmental. she accepts robin for who she is but is always stepping on wires trying to make her feel better.

as they grow they both deal with their own struggles. nancy is an excellent shadowhunter, easily one of the best of her generation, but she’s often shunned for being half-fae and feels the need to prove herself at every turn. she’s a lot more tolerant than most shadowhunters and because of this she’s taken on being an advocate for downworlders in sticky situations, being the head of investigations involving downworlders to make sure no one gets unfairly blamed for things they haven’t done.

im thinking this is where robin and nancy meet, with robin being framed for casting an illegal spell she’d never cast otherwise and nancy working to prove her innocence. at first nancy is wildly annoyed with robin who asks her all sorts of questions about her pointed ears and the shocks of white blonde streaks through her wildly curly brown hair and constantly questions why she’s doing what she’s doing, but she quickly warms up to robin when she realizes how brilliant and genuinely earnest she is, so unafraid to tell the truth and be an advocate, even it it’d bite her in the ass.

robin, despite having an unremarkable demon parent, is actually pretty powerful. she’s a really good ally to have, especially when you’re nancy wheeler and get stabbed a LOT, robin is there to help <3

robin is pretty much enamored with nancy immediately, only set off by the fact that she’s a shadowhunter and tbh fuck shadowhunters they suck so hard so often (here’s where the prissy thing comes in), but nancy is so smart and talented and really good at fighting. she’s reckless, and pretty, and her unnaturally blue eyes hold so much determination and will to survive and to be seen.

tldr they fall in love really hard!! and bc cassandra clare was like “yasss racism allegory” this does not go over well with anyone bc omg a shadowhunter and downworlder… KISSING??? IN LOVE??? taboo and wrong (and they also hate gay people on top of that these guys suck man)

and a lot of shadowhunters take it as a “i knew she was evil!” about nancy but robin helps her realize that shadowhunter approval is actually so dumb and she’s open about it!

lmk if u guys r interested in more! ik it can be kind of hard bc idk what lore i didn’t fill u guys in on so please feel free to ask any questions bc i could talk abt this series for hours

[loveaffaire]

OK OK OK!! SO I SAW THIS IN MY REELS!! how about a tom holland or peter Parker x reader (u choose) where they both are arguing over something that tom/peter did by mistake (not cheating tho) and tom/peter just doesn’t know what to say so he just screams out her name and continues to ramble his mistake and her how sorry he is.......BUT WHEN HE SCREAM HER NAME HE ACTUALLY SAID Y/N Y/M/N HOLLAND (or Parker)

and reader is just like all shocked and blushing and she just kisses him to shut up his rambling and it’s all cute fluffy with apologies and cute overall heart melting! I hope you write this I love your work❤️❤️❤️

His Last Name Next To Mine

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Warnings: Arguing, controlling family issues, angst, some cute fluff.

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: I think Tom is someone who will definitely have that slip up lol. I wrote this at 3am and i haven’t proof-read it so yeah, I hope you still like it though<3

“I can’t believe you did that, Tom” you snarled as you walked through the apartment door, almost shutting the door on Tom’s face in the process.

You were so angry, you were livid. You’ve just come back from a dinner party at your parents and your lovely boyfriend has blurted out something he shouldn’t have.

“I said I am sorry!” Tom said sharply as he locked the door behind him, kicking off his shoes near the shoe rack.

“No, sorry doesn’t cut it! I told you to not tell them and then you just slip up like that?” you yelled from across the living room with your hands up with your hair from frustration as you looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes.

“Yes I made a mistake,” he yelled back, now getting a little angry with all the fuss,”I told them that we’re moving away to New York and you’re taking that new job because I slipped! It wasn’t intentional!” he loosened up his tie and started walking towards you.

“Don’t come near me Tom, I’m really mad at you” you whispered angrily as you tried to calm yourself down. You pulled a chair out and sat on it, keeping your palms flat on the cold table.

Tom stopped right in his tracks, “I don’t know why you’re so angry, you were gonna tell them anyway right, baby?”

You scoffed as you looked up at him, “yes, that’s correct, I was going to tell them myself which you ruined!”

You pushed the chair back as you stood up, your heels clicking on the hard floor as you made your way to the bedroom. Tom followed you with a stony look on his face.

“Y/N, don’t you walk out on me when we’re talking- hey!”

You banged the bedroom door as you walked into the bedroom, almost breaking the thin necklace as you removed it from your neck. You heard the bedroom door slowly opening.

“Don’t bang doors in my face, Y/N” he said with his eyebrows raised, nose flaring with anger.

You took a sharp turn, facing him, you said, “you know what’s your problem, Tom-“

“Yeah, tell me what’s my problem” he cut you off this time as he stood close to you, trapping you between his hard chest and the wall behind you.

“Oh, I will tell you what your problem is,” you narrowed your eyes at him, pushing his chest away and stepping aside. Tom didn’t stop you, he always respected your boundaries, even when you both were arguing.

“I’m angry because you told them we’re moving away when I was planning to tell them that when we have already shifted! You know how controlling they can be; how they get in my head and now they will try to do it again. I don’t want them to control me anymore, Tom!” You snapped as your eyes started to get wet.

It was true, you parents were always a little too involved in your life and as a 26 year old, you hated it. You kept things from them and only told them when it was done with, you felt that it was the only way to have some privacy.

Tom knew it all too well. He knew how controlling they were and how they tried to get in your head. Hearing you express this as you looked at him with teary eyes broke his heart as he tasted guilt on his tongue.

“Baby, I’m sorry. Listen, come here-“

“And I hate how you’re making it look like I’m making a big deal out of this by yelling at me!” You stomped your feet and shook your fists like a little kid but you were so frustrated, it didn’t matter.

You slowly stepped away from him as you clutched your head, you felt a headache coming.

“Baby,” Tom huffed, “you know I hate it when you walk away from me during an argument-“

You turned on your heels as you reached for the bathroom door, twisting it open as you quickly walked inside and oh boy, Tom decided that he has had enough of you walking away in the middle of his sentences.

“Wait- Y/N Y/M/N HOLLAND YOU COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!”

You heard the door shut behind you as you stood cold in your tracks, your fists opening up in shock. In a daze, you turned around and slowly unlocked the door and peeked outside. Tom stood there cold in his tracks with his mouth slightly open in shock as his forehead glistened because of the thin layer of sweat. You both looked at each other with wide eyes.

“What did you s-say?” You whispered as you blinked slowly, waiting for him to answer.

Tom opened his mouth and then closed it, no words coming out as he waved his hands around in panic, “I said Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N” he said quickly.

“My last name sounds nothing like whatever you said but it did sound a lot like your last name. . .” You said cautiously as you took small steps towards him.

“I- okay fine, I said Holland. Please don’t be mad” he whimpered as he bit his bottom lip, clasping his hands together.

“Why would I be mad?” you said softly, you hated seeing him scared and right now, he looked terrified.

“I don’t know, I don’t know,” he blabbered as he closed the distance between you two, wrapping his arms around your body, “you know when you think about something a lot in your head and that thing kinda slips out of your mouth? Yeah that is what happened again and I know I pissed you off before and I don’t want to do it again, I’m so sor-“

You softly pressed your lips to his, he got the hang of it pretty quickly as his lips started to move against yours in an instant. You felt his tongue making its way to yours as you pulled back, your face still close to his. Tom frowned as he pouted his lips, asking for more.

“Do you think about it often?” you asked gently as you brushed his hair away from his forehead, “like-like my name with your um last name?” You felt shy, your cheeks turned rosy as you looked down briefly.

“I think about it all the time” he said rather quickly, resting his forehead to yours.

He bumped his nose against yours playfully, your bodies clinging to each other. In that moment you and Tom were one.

“I know we’ve been together for just 2 years and we’re so young but I can’t help it” he mumbled against your lips as your eyes fluttered, “can’t help it if you look like an angel, can’t help it if I wanna kiss you the moment I wake up, just can’t help myself”

You embraced him in your hold, lips roughly meeting his in a passionate kiss. Butterflies bursting in your stomach from his little speech. His tongue successfully made its way to yours this time, gently picking you up to place you on the bed as he gripped your body.

Tom felt you gasp as he kissed you again, you moved your body away from his hold gently as he loosened his grip. Tears streamed down your face.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Was it something I said?” he panicked as he cupped your face. You sat up as Tom supported his body on his knees, you shook your head.

“No no. I’m just- I’m so overwhelmed, I love you” you said as you laughed softly, feeling a little embarrassed now as you worried him for no reason at all.

“Oh baby” he signed as he kissed your cheeks, “I feel awful about tonight though, I should have been more careful” he frowned his brows as he looked at you.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you” you sniffled as you choked on your words.

He admired you as you dried your wet eyes, how gorgeous you looked even when you were crying tears of joy.

“I have a crazy idea” he whispered, brushing your hair out of your face, he spoke up again before you could say anything, “maybe we should get married”

To Tom’s surprise, you hadn’t freaked out, rather quickly nodded your head. Tom almost pulled a nerve when you told him that you were thinking the same thing. The next morning, you picked out a pretty white dress and he fixed his tie, you both walked out of the court with his last name next to your first name and you realised that you’ve never been this happy before.

A/N: so. . . yeah? Don’t know how I feel about this, I also have absolutely no idea how court marriages work.

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[noteguk]

Hey nala! I loved bad attitude, I can’t wait to see more of the oc teasing jk 😭

Thank you!! I really like exploring the dark side of the force that overtakes the oc every once in a blue moon. So I hope you guys like this one! (The timeline is after bad reputation, but before bad attitude) 

[ ! ] this is a drabble for bad influence. You can read it as a stand-alone. 

— contents and warnings; pwp, smut, sexting, badboy!Jungkook x goodgirl!reader, enemies with benefits/enemies to lovers, dirty talk, taking and sending pics (not nudes), jk’s skirt thirst, a glimpse into the chaos that lives inside the oc 

— words; 1,2k

~ 

Years of high school (and now college) excellence did wonders to disguise your impulsive side. It was a common misconception to believe that, just because you were disciplined enough to keep your grades high and your responsibilities in check, you didn’t act on dumb, random thoughts that popped up inside your head. You kind of wished it was true (it would’ve saved you a lot of drama in your personal life) but you also had to admit that you had your fun indulging in your more chaotic needs as well. 

Jungkook’s answer came quickly, but not as quickly as you had first expected. Which meant that he was either busy or distracted — past tense — and that it would be slightly more fun than you thought. 

With a smirk growing on your lips, you turned around on the bed, reaching for your phone. His answer was simple, only one word, but it was more than enough for you to realize that your machiavellian plan would be fruitful. 

jk tutoring 🚫: dont.

If years of perfecting self-restraint didn’t stop you, his half-assed warning wouldn’t. With your phone in hands, you propped yourself up on your elbows as you typed a response. 

You: Why not? 😔

As you nervously waited for his text, the picture you had previously sent him was staring you right in the face. It wasn’t anything outrageous, just a simple mirror selfie of you sitting on the edge of your bed, legs crossed and head slightly tilted to the side. It was something so innocent, so gentle and casual, that you could almost pretend that you didn’t know exactly what you were doing when you picked that skirt.

It wasn’t any revolutionary discovery to claim that Jungkook had a thing for your skirts — he had mentioned about a million times already and, even if he hadn’t, it was extremely obvious from the way he explored your body with a lot more eagerness when you wore one. What was a revolutionary discovery, however, was the piece of clothing you found hiding in the corner of your closet, something you had long discarded because Yongsun had managed to shrink it the first time she washed it. 

It was practically impossible to wear it outside, but, well, it was the perfect tool to provoke Jungkook with. Because if karma didn’t take care of him, you would. 

Finally, his messages popped up on your screen: 

jk tutoring 🚫: in a lab rn dont wanna get hard thx

jk tutoring 🚫: but it looks rlly fucjing hot 

jk tutoring 🚫: wanna see you riding me in it bby 

jk tutoring 🚫: in front of that mirror ;) 

You bit your lip, bubbles of expectation starting to pop in your stomach. Sexting Jungkook was the free trial of being a chess genius — you were always ten steps ahead, predicting his following words with almost perfect accuracy. Was it mean, perhaps a little twisted of you to be doing that while he was (miraculously) in class? Maybe. But you had a lot of things in your mind and mercy wasn’t one of them. Especially after the months of torture he had put you through. 

You: whatever you want 🥰 

You: I’m surprised you even go to class tho, that’s news 

jk tutoring 🚫: u took the day off to pester me? 

You: maybe I did

You: maybe I’m also home alone for the rest of it 

jk tutoring 🚫: dont fucking say that 

In true supervillain fashion, you had to laugh at his apparent desperation — a high-pitched, victorious laugh that seemed to come straight from your soul. Jungkook very rarely found himself in that position and you absolutely lived for it. It was one thing to provoke him in person, when he was much stronger than you and could shut you up in no time, but, through the screen, only equal rights. And equal methods of torture.

You: why? You don’t wanna come over? 

jk tutoring 🚫: u kno I do 

jk tutoring 🚫: ill ttyl

You: not later!! Now 🥺 

jk tutoring 🚫: baby this isn’t the best moment 

jk tutoring 🚫: Im already hard n im almost done here ok

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, giving the angel and the demon on your shoulders time to present their case. The collected, rational part of you told you to leave it at that: he would come over later, you had managed to provoke him enough to piss him off and get the reaction you wanted. You won. But the impulsive, evil side of you told you that you didn’t win hard enough. 

Before you could think too much about it, you took another picture, feeling blessed enough to get a good shot on your first try. Your thumbs flew over the keys, typing fast to get the message sent before Jungkook decided to put his phone away. 

You: but these are the panties that you like 😔 

Like clockwork, there was a long moment of tension between your message being viewed and those little dots appearing at the corner of your screen. Once again: you knew exactly what you were doing. And you knew that a picture taken underneath your skirt, presenting him with a full view of your red laced panties, would be the cherry on top. 

jk tutoring 🚫: I fucjing hate u

You: don’t think you do 

jk tutoring 🚫: im saving these 

jk tutoring 🚫: gonna fuck u so hard bby 

jk tutoring 🚫: not even gonna take those off 

jk tutoring 🚫: just gonna push them aside n see u coming all over my cock 

Playing like that with Jungkook was like russian roulette — only, it was only you, and all chambers were filled. You knew it would backfire, you knew that the second he walked in your room all your control would go flying out the window, and yet you pushed on. Impulsiveness was a drug for someone that rarely indulged in it, and you were too high to care about the consequences when they seemed so far away. Or, even worse, when you kind of liked them. 

That was what pushed you to write your following messages: 

You: come over now? Please? 

jk tutoring 🚫: wait like 10 min we’re wrapping up 

You: now 🥺 

You: I’m so wet kook 

You: my panties are soaked 

You: don’t you wanna come and take them off? 

You: Or maybe I can take care of myself today and I can see you another day 😔

jk tutoring 🚫: dont fucking dare

You: I bet I could come super quick too I’m so turned on 

You: I want to feel you inside me 

You: I’m so tight too I can barely put my fingers in

You: please? Come over? 

Checkmate. The forces of chaos inside you were rejoicing, every cell of your body anticipating the impact of your words. You, however, already knew you had won even before he answered you. 

jk tutoring 🚫: im coming over rn

~

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[eyrieofsynapses]

Redemption Panel Highlights and Reactions

GATORS

i.e., Beth Riesgraf and Christian Kane (mostly Beth) talking about filming the scenes in (what I presume is) The Rollin’ on the River Job, where they’re pulling some stuff out of the water, and finding out the next day that there was an absolutely massive alligator pulled out of the same place just a little while after they filmed it

Beth’s impression of the wildlife folks warning them about the alligators

Beth scaring the hell out of Noah Wyle by yelling “GATOR” at him just after he finished his scene

seriously that was an absolutely WILD part of the panel

Everyone showering Aleyse Shannon with literally all the love!

Aldis Hodge in particular big-brothering her, and also the older actors calling her out for not giving herself enough credit, and Dean Devlin talking about how she blew him away at the auditions with her ability to turn on a dime

Seeing Kane with his glasses off wiping at his eyes, momentarily thinking “you okay dude?” and then realizing that he was laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes

(same)

The The Bucket Job clip! I’ve been a bit meh on a lot of Redemption, just in how it didn’t feel quite right, but that is possibly the absolute closest I’ve seen it get to the original in the best way. Brilliant

Which comes as no surprise since BETH RIESGRAF directed the episode!!! And apparently put an insane amount of effort in!

Beth’s utter delight and joy at both directing the episode and having the crew behind her

THE CHAIR

So apparently she and Christian went to town on the fight scene and he winds up tied up in a chair somewhere along the line and there’s a whole wild scene, which I am really looking forward to

Beth knowing how insanely particular he’d be about things like zip ties vs rope and what kind of rope e.t.c. e.t.c.

Apparently this is also tied into a VERY DEEP scene with Eliot? It sounds like they’re going to go super hard on his backstory, which is terrifyingly exciting

Just. Beth and Christian going very hard on that episode together

Speaking of: the panel’s going amazingly, I’m laughing so hard my stomach hurts, things are relatively light, and then, of fucking course—

Kane hitting us over the head about Eliot being a mass murderer who can’t be redeemed, is trying to stay static so that he can maintain the place he’s in, and is thus LIVING VICARIOUSLY THROUGH HARRY

What the FUCK. This is of course incredibly insightful and perfectly on point (because it’s Kane) but also, EXCUSE ME, OUCH, why would you DO THAT to us?

Everyone talking about having their families on set and their kids!

Beth’s son growing up on the original Leverage set and now going into being a director himself!

Gina’s daughter also growing up on set!

Noah Wyle’s daughter is playing Harry’s daughter I REPEAT NOAH WYLE’S ACTUAL DAUGHTER IS PLAYING AS HARRY’S DAUGHTER

Gina Bellman remaining relatively stoic throughout much of the panel (seriously, this woman, how the heck does she do it) and then losing it when they’re asked about running/inside jokes

A lot of them are, of course, apparently not appropriate to be spoken on-panel

(A lot of the others are the little inside ones that are special enough not to be ones they want to share, which is sweet!)

Everyone collectively losing it over having LeVar Burton on for The Bucket Job

Devlin and everyone laughing about collecting the various Star Trek people on Leverage

Beth talking about Burton coming over while she’s getting ready and asking her if she’s living on coffee and water, her laughing because he was absolutely right, and then him gently reminding her to remember to eat, which is the sweetest thing in the world oh my gods

Kane apparently choreographing an intense scene with Burton and being scared out of his mind, because Burton really wanted to go for it, but to Kane it was like he’s a figurine that’s not to be messed with because he was so worried about hurting him

Kane choreographing a massive amount of the show, which I knew already, but seriously, this guy blows me away

Gina and the crew talking about how he’d be away for a day of shooting a fight and all of them would be missing him and thinking about him

Family Vibes

Everyone talking about how they’re very noisy and loud together on set and it’s a bit like walking into a group of people having Christmas dinner (or something to that effect) because they’re just Like That together

Aleyse being the most surprised by Beth when she met her because she was like a little angel of light during the auditions but turned out to be an absolute ball of wild energy on set

Gina going “wait you were a MODEL” at Beth

Aldis talking about how much he loved how Parker and Hardison’s relationship had developed and grown!

Also, Aldis apologizing when the New York (iirc) background noise got loud and everyone going “no no we get you”

His outfit is ON POINT today

Gina saying that Christian is the goofiest and wildest out of them in terms of humor

(she goes “some of you may not know this,” which, fair, but also, if you’ve seen more than ten minutes of this guy outside of character you know he’s an absolute ball of sunshine)

Gina, Beth, and Christian talking about how they’d challenge each other to stay off sweets back on the original set, because they knew they needed to stay in shape and also just because they’re competitive (apparently all of them are major sweet tooths) and hide brownies and things from each other, while Aldis is just. doing pushups. eating all the healthy stuff. and then wanders into the room with a literal cupful of chocolates

(and Aldis going “well yeah I have to work off the sweets SOMEHOW”)

Beth explaining that sometimes they’d order a “Kane burrito” from Christian and he’d alter it slightly

Like, you know, chopping up hot jalapenos super fine and mixing them in, and Beth practically not being able to talk after the first bite

Apparently Aldis still went back a lot even after that

(Christian just seems very pleased with himself over it)

(THESE PEOPLE)

Gina goes “hey we should have an episode where we all swap roles,” Devlin going “WAIT FOR SEASON ONE TO BE DONE,” and then somebody (maybe the moderator?? I don’t remember exactly) going “uh actually. We did that”

Cue immediate scramble of “WAIT WHICH JOB WAS THAT”

(paraphrasing) “Yeah you remember the bit where you put on Parker’s harness and went off a building?”

Turns out half the cast had actually forgotten that that existed and only remember when reminded

The original cast all think of the episodes as “jobs”!!!!

Everyone talking over each other, Devlin going “it was with Sterling when we blew up the offices,” deciding that it was the season one finale, and then trying to figure out what episode title it was (eventually they figure out it’s the David jobs)

Moderator and Devlin accurately commenting that the fans know the show much better than they do

Noah Wyle very correctly explaining how Electric Entertainment is like a family and Devlin just. Keeps people

Aleyse and Aldis talking about typing when they’re hacking and going “WHAT THE HECK DO WE TYPE”

Aldis goes “yeah I just type all the bad words that we’re not allowed to say”

Aleyse saying that she’s always a little worried they’re hiding a Word document behind the blue screen and they’re going to pull up what she’s typing at the end of the day and print it out and put it in her trailer going “what the HECK is this”

Noah talking about filming The Golf Job and just getting to direct Jason Marsters and Christian together

Apparently their dynamic in that episode accurately mirrors the one with their characters in Angel!

Which promptly goes straight to the comment that it was very hard to make Marsters look like a golfer (pfft)

(Also apparently Christian plays golf for fun with his friends? Not necessarily something I would’ve thought of!)

Aleyse happily talking about how she loved the dynamic on set and it was very different from what she was used to

Also Aleyse talking about doing stunts and everyone else praising her for going whole hog

Beth especially praising her for the bit where she’s hit with the paralysis injection (I don’t remember which ep it’s from) and her acting for it, because it was incredibly hard to drop off screen in the particular way she did

Aleyse promptly answers that she was terrified with some of those, especially one where she had to keep a clock from falling and breaking

Everyone discussing how they see a new aspect of Breanna’s character in The Train Job

Also, to get serious for a moment, Kate Rorick in particular talks about how Breanna’s part of Gen Z and how we didn’t get the “days of yore” where everything was chill. We’ve basically been living in a world of hostility the whole time. It’s something I deeply appreciate, as someone who’s part of that group, and I love how they emphasize that for us.

This panel was pure chaos and I loved every moment of it! My stomach was actually hurting from laughing so hard, I swear. They had me cackling well over half the time. I would happily take panels double or triple the length of this, this was amazing. I also adore how the second you drop these six people in a room together, they immediately take off and literally just run and give you everything you wanted and more. (It is also evidently very hard to get them to STOP talking.)

I’m also just going to stop and take a second to fawn over the effects for the 3D room. It’s gorgeous—I love how they replicated the headquarters, especially with the stained glass ceilings! Super impressive, especially with all the photos, and I just love the whole thing. Kudos to whoever put that together.

Anyway, I’m definitely missing some stuff too; seriously, there wasn’t a second wasted in this thing, they were cracking some kind of joke or dropping some really interesting piece of information practically every thirty seconds. (And I haven’t even gotten into the clips OR the bloopers. I miiiight do a separate reaction purely for those.) It’s still up right now if you missed it and you want to watch it! I’ll probably watch it again, honestly.

[g0ldengubler]

lunchtime ~ spencer reid

A/N: THIS IS VERY UNEDITED VERY HORRIBLE WRITING! i just wanted to get this out. this is a kink i have but never really talked about it. but i hope u still enjoy! it’s very weird so if you don’t want to read it you don’t have to :)

Category: smut (NSFW18+)

CW: rough sex, riding, doggystyle, special guests listening in

Summary: spencer reid works a lot. he’s an fbi agent, he can’t help but be a workaholic! but when you guys finally get time to yourselves, what happens when it’s risky interrupted?

Word Count: 2078

✨masterlist✨

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having a boyfriend who works in the FBI isn’t all rainbows and sunshine. Because of his job, Dr.Spencer Reid was always either gone on a case or working on cases at home. he could be doing it in the office, but spencer was a sweet guy and made a middle ground to see his girlfriend more. he was just as passionate about her as he was with his job, calling her every night when he was away, making sure to treat her when he got back or when he was done for the day. he made sure she knew she was important to him, which wasn’t something she ever felt from a guy who was a workaholic.

today was just like every other day. spencer got to do case files at home as there was no case as of then. Y/n tried her best to take care of him while working, as a return of the favor. She made him his favorite waffles that morning and even made him a fresh cup of coffee just the way he likes it-a cup of sugar with coffee to mix. He kissed her on the forehead, convinced that he didn’t deserve her. once he was done he went straight to work. In a way, y/n pretty much worked with him as his personal Penelope Garcia, as he was an old man when it came to computers.

it was lunchtime at this point. y/n walked into his office and stood in the door frame, watching his fingers move down the page in his book as he read. his fingers made her melt, and he knew that. clouds began to form in her head as thoughts of what he could do with this fingers took hold of her. she didn’t even notice he was wanting her attention as he snapped her out of her daydreams with a snap of his fingers.

“Bubs, are you ok?” spencer asked. he was still at his desk, his finger placed at the spot he was at. you looked back at him from his finger, noticing what he was wearing and it wasn’t helping your case at all. while he was wearing his favorite maroon cardigan that he thrifted (still lux though as it was ralph lauren), he also wore a pair of grey sweatpants. clever of him for the moments he had to video chat with people.

you were quickly out of your thoughts yet again as you felt your body move without you knowing before. you walked towards him as he turned his chair to your side. you noticed he was half hard in his pants, as the imprint of himself showed through. you sat on his lap and ran your fingers through your hair, peppering kisses below his ear. he chuckled, thinking you were being cute, but you were just getting started.

“it’s lunchtime bubs.” you whispered as you softly grind against him.

spencer put his hands on your his after guiding your body to straddle him. he guides them as his lips touch yours. “good,” he said in between kisses, gently rubbing circles over your shorts in the place you wanted him most, “i’m starving.”

not only was spencer the sweetest, softest man you’ve ever met, but he was also the sexiest and dirtiest. he was rough like a wild bear but soft as a teddy bear-taking such good care of you after he ruined you to filth. no one would ever believe the things you two have done together in the past year. no one would especially believe what happened today.

as spencer’s about to slide his hand down your shorts, his phone rang. he groan softly under his breath as his right hand left your side to grab his phone. you were a little annoyed at first, but once he put the phone to his ear, an idea popped into your head.

“hey hotch...” he said. you slowly leaned down and went back to the spot below his ear, sucking and nibbling it softly.

this wasn’t something new to the both of you. it was a fun little game you’d play if either of phones rang while you were in the middle of it, seeing how long they could last at acting normal. by now, spencer had got the hang of it and made it easy for him when it was any of his coworkers. today, however, he was almost struggling.

you heard other voices on the phone as well. you could tell by how low they all sounded that it was 3 of the men on his team.

“yeah, i was um...about to have lunch.”

you decided to try and break him a little, sucking a little bit harder.

“can i call y-“ a soft moan left his lips, cutting him off his sentence. his eyes bulged out of his head as his mouth fell open. you quickly coughed in a lower tone to help him out, trying not to laugh.

“yeah, luke i’m fine,” he said, “just stubbed my toe....shut up morgan!”

you giggled softly to yourself, but not softly enough. you heard laughing from his phone and realized you were busted.

“hi boys!” you said, jokingly sounding seductive.

spencer gave you a look that said ‘are you kidding me?’ which made you giggle even more. you hear morgan on the other end say, “aww, did we interrupt your lunch?”

“yeah, you did! we were just about to get started.”

spencer placed the phone back to his ear, taking a deep breath before speaking. “look seriously can we-“

he paused, listening to whoever was talking. slowly, spencer removed the phone from his ear and covered it with his shoulder. he looked unsure of himself, as if he was trying to gather the courage to speak.

“bubs,” he said weakly, “do you um...uh..d-do you want to...have the phone on speaker?”

you thought for a moment. you were always secretly into things like this, but never told spencer because you thought he would find it weird. but seeing him look kind of into it didn’t help the puddle forming in your shorts.

“you don’t have to if you don’t want to. whatever your comfortable with!”

you thought for one more moment before taking his phone out of his hands and putting it on speaker for him, setting it down on his desk. he looks at you confused.

“let’s put on a show for your coworkers, daddy.”

“ooooo coming in with the big guns already!” said Luke.

“y/n does not play.” said Hotch.

Spencer was frozen in his tracks. he couldn’t believe the words coming out of their mouths, let alone what was going on.

“well come on then daddy, give us a show! my popcorn is getting cold.” teased morgan.

spencer rolled his eyes at morgan before his lips attacked yours. you continued your grinding on him, this time he was grinding back. you moaned through the kiss as his hands went back in your shorts, rubbing circles on your clit.

“oh wow, spencer got a girl to moan like that!” said Morgan.

“is he making you feel good, hun?” asked hotch.

“fuck yesssss!” you let out a long moan as spencer moved faster with his motions. he let out a groan and cursed under his breath. you felt his pressed under your thigh and that made you try to hold in how turned on you really were. you held on for dear life on the armrests of his chair as he leaned back a little bit.

“are you getting close, baby girl?” asked morgan.

“yes yes yes fuuuck daddy please let me cum.”

“you wanna cum for me, angel?” asked spencer.

“yes omg please i’m so fucking close!”

“cum for him, princess.” said Luke.

before you could fall down the hill like on a roller coaster, you felt incomplete as he took his fingers out. you let out a little whine, letting the guys know he didn’t let you cum.

“ooooo doctor genius over there didn’t let her cum, how sad.” teased Luke.

“what are you going to do now?” asked Hotch.

“because she’s about to get fucked and really show you how much of slut she truly is. well, MY slut at least.”

spencer took his painfully hard cock out as you moved your shorts to the side. you felt the head enter you and shortly his whole length was slammed deep inside you before you even make a sound. you let out a quiet gasp before a loud moan escaped from your throat.

he let you adjust, but only for a short moment as he quickly began pounding you, holding you from your ass. you were a moaning mess at this point, letting out more dramatic, pornographic ones for the guys.

“fuck he’s really an animal isnt he?” teased Hotch.

“you like being pounded like a dirty slut?” asked Luke.

you moaned out a yes, but it wasn’t enough for them.

“use your words, baby girl.” said Morgan.

“i love being pounded like a dirty slut!”

“tell them who’s slut you are.” spencer growled.

you held onto him from behind his head and pushed his face in between your tits. “i’m you’re slut, spencer,” you moaned, “i’m daddy’s little slut!”

“you’re such a good girl, y/n.” said Hotch.

“fuck daddy can i cum? please let me cum ive been a good girl!”

“what do you think?” spencer asked.

“cum, baby girl.” said morgan

“cum for him, princess.” said Luke.

“cum hard all over his cock, baby.” said Hotch.

you finally came all over his cock, screaming as the pleasure surged through your body. spencer helped you ride out your orgasm and let you catch your breath.

“holy shit” said Luke.

“oh we’re not done yet,” said spencer, “she deserves a reward for doing so well.”

he takes you off his cock and makes you stand up, flipping you around so you were in front of him, your ass sticking out. he quickly put his cock back inside of you and luke and morgan cheered on. he pounds you harder this time, making sure you lose your voice by the time you’re done.

“youre such a dirty slut,” spencer growled, taking a handful of your hair and pulling it, “letting me fuck you over the phone with not just my friends, my coworkers. you like putting on a show for people? you want people to know how much of a fucking slut you are for me?”

your eyes rolled to the back of your head at his words. the pure filth in them almost pushing you off the edge as you squeezed around his cock. even the guys grew silent.

“fuck keep doing that angel, keep squeezing daddy’s cock like tha-shit im close. you want my cum inside you?”

“oh my god yes please, i want to be full of your cum daddy!”

hearing you say those words through him over the edge as you feel him filling you up, hearing him moan your name and cursing under his breath. he stayed inside you for a bit before he caught his breath and left to go get something to clean you up with. when he comes back he looks at you sitting in front of him, watching his cum drip out of you and onto his work chair. he wasn’t even mad about it.

“you did so good, bubs.” he says, walking over and kneeling in front you before cleaning you up.

“you were amazing, baby!” you say. he comes back up and kisses you, and it was hard to break away. but somehow you did after what felt like hours and laughed at yourselves for what you just did. you then remembered they were still on the phone. spencer grabs his phone and faces it towards them.

“well? how was the show?” you asked.

“holy-“

“fuck.” luke cut morgan off.

you had left them speechless before hotch finally spoke up.

“....we will not speak of this at work.”

[pwarkluv]

❝ idk you yet ❞ - p.js

park jisung x reader | angsty, fluff | 1.6k words 

WARNINGS | TW: mentions blood, abuse, drug and alcohol abuse, smoking, lowercase au, non-idol au, high school au, badboy!jisung, mature language/cursing, reader is like an angel sent from heaven for him, jisungie just in need of love :(

SUMMARY | being an outcast has him wondering if he’ll ever be happy. cue you, the new girl, stumbling into his life (literally).

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by the song “idk you yet” by alexander23! also AHHH this is my 100 followers special fic :) THANK U LOVES FOR 100 IM SO SHOCKED CJSBFKEJD <33 the writing is a little crappy because i’m currently on my period and my patience for sitting down and writing this went down halfway through lol but I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, ENJOY THIS JISUNG FIC BC JISUNG MY BABIE AND SO ARE YOU GUYS!

whenever anybody thinks of park jisung, they think of the chains and dark clothing he wears. they think about the faint smell of smoke and men’s cologne that follows him wherever he goes. 

they think of the boy who grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. 

but what they don’t think about are bruises on his face he fails to hide whenever he walks into school, the dejected look on his face whenever random people give him disapproving looks, the way his smile slowly faded into a permanent frown wherever he went. 

jisung quickly accepted his reputation at school and in their little town, not having enough energy to feel insecure about it like before.

the only group of people that even remotely cared about the boy were his best friends in the whole entire world, nct dream.

they were outcasts just like him, the most “fucked up group of boys” in their town (the people’s words, not theirs).

see, they were your typical bad boy group straight out of your typical fanfic. bad grades, smoking in their free time, getting into fights, always being late to class; not a single person had hope in them.

but behind their scary and intimidating facade, all seven boys were big softies with misunderstood hearts and difficult backgrounds.

people were just too dense to look into it, only judging them based on their looks and personality on the outside. 

❝ how can you miss someone you’ve never met ❞

love was a foreign thing to jisung, the only form of love he’s ever felt being from his friends. his parents were… interesting to say the least. 

jisung’s father was a hard-core alcoholic, his mother being a major druggie. with no siblings in the house, jisung was usually their main target to push around and beat up.

and so because of this at a young age jisung learned to distance himself from other people and found different ways to release stress.

he started smoking when he was 14, the warm and hazy feeling of the smoke entering his lungs comforting him.

if jisung humored himself enough, maybe smoking could count as his first love. it was always there for him, never leaving him alone even if he wanted to quit. 

he relied on it knowing it was the only constant in his life. 

now of course the boy has heard of proper love, love like in the movies or shitty romance songs he hears on the radio.

and he won’t lie, there were moments he thought about what it felt like to be in love. but he knew that would never happen, at least not in their small town anyways. 

he just wanted to be loved. 

jisung would never admit it but sometimes he’d be jealous of the old couples walking down the street in their own world like it was just them two against the universe. he was jealous of the happy kids running around, their mother’s and father’s fondly smiling at their child. he was jealous of all the “normal” kids in his neighborhood. 

jisung wanted that, craved that. 

but most importantly, the boy wanted love.

❝ cause i need you now but i don’t know you yet ❞

everything hurt. 

his head, his body, his mind, his heart; everything was in pain.

jisung walked down the empty streets of their city, a trail of blood following behind him as he accepted his fate. the boy was 99% sure he had a concussion and at the very least had a few broken ribs. 

he felt like this was the end, and he was ready.

-

wandering aimlessly around town, you decided to take a late night walk to familiarize yourself around the area. you had just moved into the city a week ago, spending all seven days trying to help your family unpack and rearrange your cozy new home. 

now that you were finally free of the smell of tape and the dust of the boxes, you decided it was best to get to know the place you were living in. 

the autumn air seemed to settle at night as you shivered, cursing yourself for not bringing a jacket of some sort. the sight of a convenience store up ahead of you brought you relief as you rummaged through your pockets wondering if you had enough money for ramen.

your steps became excited as you found a couple dollars, fondly thinking about what type of ramen you should buy. you became so lost in your thoughts you didn’t even notice the poor boy who was staggering in front of you, or the trail of blood he left behind. 

-

jisung pushed himself to reach the convenience store a couple feet away from him, in desperate need of supplies to at least try and fix himself. 

if it didn’t help in any way then oh well, maybe death was indeed an option. 

grinding his teeth though the pain, he did not expect to feel a small body bump into him. had he been at his regular health, jisung would’ve easily been able to keep still but because of how much blood he was losing the boy was knocked down like a bowling pin.

“holy fuck.” jisung cursed the feeling of the concrete floor colliding with his ribs. he didn’t even notice the girl who had bumped into him sitting on the floor dumbfounded, freaking out over his state.

“oh my fucking god.” the girl said, capturing his attention. jisung glared at the stranger, mentally acknowledging the fact she was pretty. 

but her being pretty won’t get you anywhere, he scolded himself. she’ll leave you just like everyone else.

“a-are you okay?” she said, eyes glancing at his black eye. jisung rolled his eyes, already annoyed. “does it look like i’m okay?” he replied, his deep voice catching the girl off guard. 

“just, fuck off.” jisung said closing his eyes as he laid back down on the floor, knowing he couldn’t force himself to get up anymore. he didn’t even have to open his eyes to know she left, hearing the sound of her footsteps walk away.

the boy sighed as he laid idly on the floor, wondering what sin he committed to lead him to where he is now. not even she wanted to stay, the tears threatening to fall as his thoughts buried him alive.

“why can’t i just die?” jisung said out loud, asking no one but himself.

“because i won’t let you.” a voice replied as jisung forced himself to sit up in confusion. it was the same girl he had bumped into, but this time she had a first aid kit with her. he gave her a lost look despite knowing what she was here to do. 

jisung’s mind just couldn’t wrap around the fact that a total stranger would even bother to help him. 

“now sit up.” she said softly as she bent down to open the box, the boy slowly followed her instructions. “i’m sorry this might sting.” she said though jisung didn’t mind because she was much prettier up close.

-

the next ten minutes were you trying to fix his wounds against the shitty chairs outside the convenience store.

jisung didn’t even bother mentioning his broken ribs, not wanting you to freak out. you cleaned up what you could and the boy was beyond grateful for that.

you subconsciously rubbed his back in a comforting way whenever you’d apply alcohol to his open wounds, trying to ease the sting. you held his hand for him to hold and though he was a big boy and had a high pain tolerance, he still gave it a squeeze just to keep your hand there.  what the actual fuck is this feeling, jisung asked himself as he watched your determined figure work on him.

it was cold and in order to better work on his wounds, the boy offered to give you his hoodie which strangely had no traces of blood on it. you gladly accepted, the faint smell of blood and his cologne engulfing you up. 

the sight of you in something so big and so him made his chest swell in pride.

jisung couldn’t even formulate a sentence as you cursed at the time once you finished patching him up, fleeing the scene before he could say anything with a small smile, his hoodie still on. 

❝ and can you find me soon because i’m in my head ❞

the thought of your soft hands on his, your voice, your whole presence; everything about you couldn’t seem to leave the poor boy’s mind. it was now monday, and waiting for his class to start already made him want to go home.

if only i got her name, jisung daydreamed with his head resting on the palm of his hand. the classroom was loud and bright, people occasionally giving him looks but the boy didn’t mind. 

“jisungie~ did you hear we have a new kid?” jaemin asked, poking the boy’s cheeks. the boy only gave him a pointed look before sighing. 

“hyung i don’t really care.” jisung replied, looking back out the window. 

jaemin only gave him an offended look before grumbling a bit. “i don’t know maybe you will.” he muttered under his breath as their teacher walked into the room. 

❝ yeah i need you now but i don’t know you yet ❞

their homeroom teacher stood in front of the class, jisung tuning out his voice. the boy once again sighed as his teacher called for their attention, explaining they had a new girl in their class. “now make her feel welcomed,” he said before turning towards the door.

“y/n, please come in.” the teacher said and jisung almost fell out of his seat when he saw you walking through the door with the same smile you gave him a couple days ago.

“hi i’m y/n and i hope we can get along.” you bowed to the class, a familiar hoodie you were wearing catching his attention. 

isn’t that mine, jisung thought to himself as he bit back a smile knowing you kept it all along.