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superfanficnatural · 4 years

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Reunion

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Male!Reader

Summary: This is a request from @aflamboyanceofgays, “Virginity loss, cut off by John, meet up many years later at a bar, reader thinks Dean is just straight and before was just a “phase” so he accepts the invite to the bunker but doesn’t make a move on him, Dean’s feelings come back stronger and stronger and after a few nights at the bunker, he “goes in for the kill” as I would like to say it.” I hope I wrote this to your likings!

A/N: I actually really enjoyed writing this, there is a lot of cuteness in this but also some good ol’ smut. As always, I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 7.5K

Warnings: Angst, Heavy Fluff, Smut, NSFW 18+, Fingering, Oral Receiving (Male), Anal Sex, Cute Sex, Rough Sex, Swallowing, Rimming, Marking, again, some others that I can’t think of.

Italics are thoughts

Gif isn’t mine

Dean Winchester, the boy who had stolen your heart the moment you laid eyes on him. Spiky brown hair, a goofy yet perfect smile, green eyes that you lost yourself in every single time you looked into them. You were only about 15 when you had initially met, Dean being 16. Your parents had died during a hunt and John took you under his wing, nurturing you as a father, but if you were honest, he was more like a drill sergeant. You knew that you liked Dean, more than a friendly way; but you didn’t know if he liked boys, so you kept it quiet, admiring and daydreaming about him from a distance.

Two Years Later

“Come on, Y/N! What’s the worst that could happen?” Dean asked, reaching out his hand, silently asking you to take it and go with him. John had been out for a hunt for the past few days and Sammy had just fallen asleep. He wanted to go out and get some drinks, then get drunk together.

“Dean, we don’t know when John is gonna be back, plus, we aren’t even old enough to buy alcohol yet!” you exclaimed, nervous.

“It’s fine, he’s not going to be back until at least tomorrow, and about that,” he reached into his pocket, flashing an ID, “Got myself a fake ID, says I’m 21.”

You laughed and shook your head, “Oh my god, Dean, you didn’t.”

“Indeed, I did. Now come on, don’t you want to have some fun and spend some time with me?” he asked with a soft and pleading look.

You could never say no to him, “Fine, let’s get going then.”

You grabbed his extended hand and felt electricity course through your veins. The smile you returned made his grow bigger, pulling you out of the hotel room and bringing you along to the drug store a block away.

“Alright, just wait out here, I’ll get us the good stuff,” he promised, letting go of your hand and entering the store. You had already begun to miss the warmth his hand provided. After a few minutes, he came back out with a black bag and what seemed like a really big bottle of alcohol inside.

He flashed you a cheeky grin, “Got us some whiskey.”

You smiled and asked, “Where are we going to drink it?”

“Back in the hotel room, duh,” he replied, making a silly face.

You chuckled and walked side by side with him back to the motel room. Opening the door and walking inside, you noticed Sammy still sleeping peacefully on his bed in the far end of the room, bringing a smile to your face. That kid was always such a heavy sleeper, not used to the hunter sleeping schedule just yet. Sitting down at the table next to the door with Dean, he tossed the bag aside and pulled out the bottle, getting up and moving over to John’s extra duffel he left behind, pulling out two glasses for the both of you.

“You really came prepared, didn’t you?” you asked, amused.

He shrugged with a smile, “Saw them sitting there yesterday, gave me the idea.”

He sat back down and poured the both of you a drink, clinking your glasses together you took a sip.

“Jesus, this ain’t too bad,” you said with a slight grimace on your face.

Dean recoiled, “Holy hell this shit is strong!” with a huge cringe, coaxing a laugh out of you.

“How the hell can you drink it so easily?” he asked, exasperated.

You shrugged, “I don’t know, it’s pretty strong but I guess I can just handle it easier.”

He looked a bit jealous and you chuckled, “Aw, is little Bean mad that I’m better than him at something?”

“Shut up,” he grumbled, a slight smile on his face from the nickname you gave him.

The both of you continued drinking, reaching the end of your second glass, you were very close to being very drunk, while Dean had finished his as well with a slight sway to his head.

“You doing alright over there?” you asked, trying to hold back your laughter.

“I’m doing perfectly fine,” he slurred, “Let’s play a game, truth or dare.”

You smirked, “Why not? Who starts?”

“I’ll go first, truth or dare?”

You thought for a second, “Dare.”

He smiled, “I dare you to take another sip of the whiskey.”

Chuckling, “That’s it? You suck at this game Winchester.”

“Just shut up and do it,” he replied, face falling slightly.

You grabbed the whiskey by the bottle and took a nice long sip, the burn in your throat providing warmth to the rest of your body.

“Alright my turn, truth or dare?”

“Hmm, no, you said it yourself, that dare sucked, so I’m asking again.”

“Fine, truth this time,” you replied, amused.

“Do you have a crush on anyone?” he asked, a slightly hopeful look on his face.

Your face went pale and your breathing ceased, staring at him like a deer in headlights. He seemed like he was about to say something but you cut him off before he could utter a word.

“Um, I- its- I don’t-” you were a stuttering mess.

“Y/N, it’s ok, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” he replied, his face soft and full of concern.

“No, you asked, so I gotta answer,” you took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, meeting his gaze. This was it, now or never. “My crush is...you, Dean.”

His eyes impossibly widened, “W-what? Stop messing around, Y/N.”

“I’m not... I’m not kidding,” you were reluctant to admit, breaking your gaze and looking anywhere but at him, a huge blush on your face.

“Ask me.”

“W-what do you mean?” you questioned, still looking at the floor.

“Truth or dare, ask me,” he replied shakily.

“T-truth or d-dare.”

“Dare.”

“I...” you started, wondering if you should really do what your heart wanted. Ultimately your curiosity, along with the help of the alcohol gave you the push you needed., “I dare you to... to kiss me.”

You couldn’t see his reaction, your eyes still focusing on the glass in front of you but you knew he probably had disgust written all over his face. However, before you could take it back, you saw him get up and slowly walk over to you. You picked up your gaze to see that he had a nervous look, repulsion nowhere to be found. He placed his hands on each armrest, leaning down to level his face with yours. You were holding your breath in anticipation as to what he would do. You took the opportunity of your close proximity to admire his facial features, freckles dusted across his cheeks, his green eyes shining as bright as ever. Glancing down at his lips, he did the same and you saw him lick his perfect plump ones, a shot of arousal flowing through you. He started to slowly lean in, millimeters away from your face. Pausing with nothing but a hair between the two of you, he pushed in the remaining space and connected your lips.

It was like nothing you had ever felt before, you felt exhilarated yet relaxed, giddy yet comfortable, shocked yet contempt. The suction between your lips was so perfect that you felt like they fit together perfectly, like pieces to a puzzle. So many thoughts were running through your mind, but the feel of his lips pushing against yours effectively wiped them all away, your mind blank and only able to focus on him. You reached your hands up to cup the sides of his face, gently stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. He smiled into the kiss, prompting you to do the same. He pulled away after a few minutes to catch his breath, while you were panting like a madman, the excitement and adrenaline from the kiss increasing your heart rate.

“That was...”

“Freaking awesome,” he finished, a bright smile on his face.

You were still just barely separated, but you pulled him back to you, desperate to feel his lips again. What started off as a hesitant and small kiss, turned into a heated and passionate one, moaning into his mouth, he slipped his tongue in between your parted lips, licking into your mouth and groaning at your taste. He pulled away and lifted you from the seat, ripping your shirt off and letting out a low grumble from deep in his throat, reaching down and sucking on your nipple greedily. You let out an audible gasp, the pleasure foreign yet much appreciated. You were starting to get impatient, reaching down and tugging at his shirt up, trying to get it off. He pulled away from your nipple with a ‘pop’ sound and smirked, slowly taking off his shirt so you could see his muscles rippling with the action. You moaned appreciatively, his abs and chest the sexiest thing you had ever laid eyes on. He reached back out to you and grabbed you by the hips, roughly pulling you into him, your hands falling on his strong chest. He started sucking hickeys on your neck while unbuckling your belt. Throwing your head back, you let yourself get lost in the pleasure that he was providing with his lips. He sucked hard, attacking your skin with his tongue and teeth, coaxing small moans to escape your throat.

“Don’t be too loud, Sammy is asleep,” he whispered in your ear, biting the lobe.

You nodded, unable to open your mouth for if you did, you definitely would have made a noise loud enough to wake him up. He unbuckled your belt and unzipped your jeans, pulling them along with your briefs off, dropping to the floor. He ceased his actions and lowered his gaze to your throbbing member, poking him in the thigh.

“Fuck you are so hot, Y/N,” he breathed.

You reached out and unbuckled his belt as well, wanting to mark him just as much as he marked you, forcing blissful moans to escape him, spurring you on. Releasing him from the confines of his jeans, you pulled them down to see that he was going commando. Normally, you would have made fun of him for it, but right now all it did was serve to arouse you even further. His cock stood proudly, taunting you to play with it.

You licked your lips and began to get on your knees but was stopped by Dean, “No, Y/N. I want to be inside you, we have time for that later.”

You nodded and followed him to the bed sitting down on top of it with his figure standing in between your legs. His cock was just in front of you and you couldn’t help yourself, reaching out to grasp it with your hand, you wrapped your mouth around it and started bobbing your head.

“Ngh, fuck, Y/N,” he moaned, hunching over slightly and balancing himself by gripping your hair.

He tasted incredible, his thick cock feeling perfect inside of your mouth. You went faster and faster, taking him all the way which surprised the both of you. He abruptly pulled back, “If you keep doing that then I’m gonna cum.”

“That’s kind of the whole point,” you replied, a smirk on your face.

“Another time,” he dismissed with a smile, pushing you back up the bed and towering over you. He leaned down and connected your lips once again, reaching down with his finger to tease at your rim. You slightly jumped and Dean smiled into the kiss, continuing to please you with his fingers. He attempted to insert a finger, your tight hole offering heavy resistance.

“Wait, here,” you said, grabbing his hand and pulling it up to your mouth, sticking in his fingers and swirling your tongue around them, looking directly into his green orbs. His eyes darkened and he pulled his fingers away, returning to kiss you while once again teasing your hole. The second he breached you, you tensed up and let out a moan.

Dean muffled it with the kiss, “Shhhhh, relax, I’m gonna take care of you.”

You felt your body go lax at his words, instantly complying: you trusted him with your life. He slowly continued with his finger while kissing at your neck, whispering loving words in your ear, praising you on how well you were doing. After you got used to the single digit, you bucked into his hand, the intrusion feeling like heaven. He chuckled and added a second finger, scissoring them to open up your hole. You tried to hold in your moan, a small squeak coming out instead.

“Please, Dean, fuck me,” you begged, impatient.

“I don’t want to hurt you baby, I’m not exactly small,” he admitted.

After a few more moments of fingering you, he couldn’t wait much longer so deciding that you were ready, he lined up his cock with your entrance and began to push in. At first you started to tense up once again, feeling the humongous head prodding at your entrance.

“It’s ok, I’ll be gentle,” he soothed.

You forced yourself to relax and let him in. He was moving painfully slow, his thick member stretching your walls deliciously. Slowly, he started pumping his hips, gradually inching further and further in with each stroke until he bottomed out and the both of you let out low moans. He was pressing right up against your prostate and it was driving you insane.

“Please move, please fuck me, Dean,” you breathed, ragged and huskily.

He lost all control and started thrusting into you, still being careful to not go too fast to hurt you. It felt so good, his constant stimulation of your prostate already having you seconds away from your orgasm, not even touching your cock. As he was thrusting, you wrapped your legs around his waist, silently begging him to go deeper, faster. He responded by picking up the pace slightly, your hips rising to meet his thrusts. You were biting your fist and desperately trying not to be too loud, moans spilling from your throat involuntarily. He reached down and started to stroke your painfully throbbing cock, going the same speed as his hips.

“Fuck, Y/N. Your ass is so goddamn tight, feels so good around my cock, so warm,” he growled, rutting his hips a few times, accurately hitting against your prostate. You couldn’t help yourself and let out a loud moan, instantly looking over to Sammy to see if he woke up. Dean didn’t care at this point, still thrusting into you and stroking your cock. Making sure he was still asleep, you turned back to Dean to see sweat rolling off of his forehead, his hair stuck to it, eyes dark and breathing heavy. The intense look of desire and want in his eyes was what nearly sent you over the edge. He reached out with his free hand and started pinching your nipple, alternating between the two of them.

The slight pain was the boost that you needed, “Fuck, Dean. I’m gonna fucking cum,” you whined.

“Cum for me, Y/N. You can do it,” he emphasized the last statement by thrusting in harder than before, his cock slamming against your sweet spot. Your breathing cut off and your body went still as your release squirted out of your cock all over his fingers and your stomach. Clenching the muscles in your ass with your release, it triggered Dean’s orgasm as well. Groaning a little too loud, he spilled into you, biting your neck to keep himself from making more noise. You felt rope after rope of warm cum coat your insides, the feeling of it comfortable. He slowly pulled out and gave you another lingering kiss. Grabbing a towel from the bathroom, he came over and wiped the cum leaking from your hole affectionately, along with the remainder from his fingers and cock. He dropped the towel before cleaning your stomach, confusing you, but he got on top of you and licked up all the cum, kissing you. You shared the cum between the two of you and you felt your dick twitch at the flavor, your own cum mixing with Dean’s natural taste on a whole different level. He pulled away with a blissed out and completely happy smile that made your heart swell. He climbed into bed with you and just as he was about to turn off the light, John walked in.

Your heart dropped, and you knew this was it.

“What the fuck?” he barked, seeing the two of you naked in the same bed.

“Dad, it's not-” Dean started.

“Not what it looks like? Don’t feed me bullshit kid,” he cut him off, “Y/N! Get your fucking clothes on and meet me in the car,” he silently seethed, careful not to wake up Sam as he left the room, closing the door behind him. Slowly, with tears escaping your eyes, you got up and started to get dressed.

“Y/N, please don’t cry,” Dean came up to you and hugged you.

You wanted to revel in the comfort and safety his arms brought you but you knew you had to leave, Dean’s relationship with his father being one of the most important things. Sniffling, you pulled yourself away from his arms, looking into his face and almost breaking at the broken and vulnerable look on it.

“I have to go Dean, I can’t ruin what you have with your dad,” you admitted, making your way to the front door.

Being stopped once again with Dean’s hand on your forearm, “Please, we can figure this out,” he begged, his eyes tearing up.

It was the hardest thing you had ever done in your life but you took his hand off of your arm and gave him one last lingering kiss, forcing yourself to pull away and open the door. Before you closed the door on the love of your life, you turned and took one last look, “I love you, Dean.” You could hear the sound of anguish tear from his throat on the other side of the door and clenched your fists, forcing your feet to walk over to the impala. Getting in the passenger seat, you could feel John’s anger next to you. Not uttering a word, you looked out the window while he put the car in reverse and backed out of the lot, driving away from the motel. You looked back for as long as you could until eventually you couldn’t see it anymore, a few tears silently falling from your face. The entire car ride could not have been more uncomfortable, no sounds, the radio off, and it wasn’t like you were about to strike up a conversation. You found yourself looking out the passenger side window, reminiscing about your memories with Dean. The time that you guys had a prank war between you, him, and Sammy. It was one of the happiest moments of your life, constantly laughing with each other at the ridiculousness of each prank and the reactions of the victims. Your mind then wandered to when you and Dean managed to convince John to let you guys go to a high school party, minus a few details of course. You remember the two of you having the night of your lives, the both of you already fairly popular in the school. After a few hours of some more driving, John eventually pulled into a junkyard, a house in the middle of it all, you recognized it as Bobby’s house; another father figure to you.

Parking the car, John reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash, “Here, this should keep you going for a bit till Bobby helps you out,” offering it to you.

You scoffed and opened the door to get out, “I don’t need anything from you,” you spat, slamming the door and marching over to Bobby’s front door, him opening it as you reached the porch. You walked right past him, a clear indication that you were enraged, and made your way upstairs to the guest bedroom you knew he had. You could faintly hear arguing from your room, a door slamming and the skidding of tires on the gravel floor, indicating that John had left.

I hope that Dean can still find happiness, though, I know that I never will.

Twenty Years Later

You were sitting at a bar, nursing a whiskey, on the rocks. After Bobby had died, you left the junkyard, too many memories of him everywhere, so you lived on the road. Motel by motel you barely managed to scrape by in life, working as a solo hunter. Occasionally, your mind would wander to the green eyed boy who had stolen your heart all those years ago and still has yet to give it back; but you tried to wipe those thoughts from your mind before they spiraled you into depravity. You heard the bar door swing open, not paying too much attention to it, you stared down in your drink, debating whether you should have another or leave.

“What would you like, handsome?” the busty bartender asked the man who had sat down next to you. You didn’t spare him a look, not in the mood to start a conversation with anyone.

“I’ll take a whiskey, and the time you get off of work,” you could practically hear the smirk in his voice and you had to stop yourself from gagging, though you had to admit, that voice did something to you. Curiosity took over and you glanced to your left where the man was.

“Holy shit...” you couldn’t believe your eyes, “D-dean?” you questioned warily. He glanced over to you and that’s when you saw his eyes and you knew, those perfect green eyes only belonged to one man.

His eyes went wide and you could hear his breath get caught in his throat, “Oh my... Y-Y/N? Is that really you?” you could feel tears swelling in your eyes, giving him a nod.

He let out a gasp and got up out of his seat to envelop you in a hug. You reciprocated, basking in the old feeling of comfort and safety that you always felt in his arms. You could hear him let out a choked breath, squeezing you harder. You smiled and a tear dropped down your face, your happiness at seeing him once again too great for words to describe. After a few moments the two of you pulled away and you let yourself get lost in his green eyes once again, just like you used to, seeing a much harder exterior from before, a pain in his eyes that could only come from years of loss. However, the thing that was extruding the most and was written all over his face was utter happiness. You gave him a once over, damn, age has done a fucking wonder on him.

“So, Winchester, how the hell have you been?”

The both of you fell into an easy conversation, it felt like you guys had never separated in the first place. You talked about everything that had happened after you left, leaving that part out, for neither of you wanted to revisit that event. It was around three hours later that your conversation died out, your face hurting from the smile stretching your lips.

“Hey, so uh, me and Sammy found a place, we call it the Bunker, it’s our home now. Do you wanna... come stay with us?” he asked hesitantly.

After hearing that John had died many years before, you looked into his eyes to see desperation written in them, just like you remembered, you could never say no to this man. “I would love to, Dean,” you smiled.

His face lit up like the Fourth of July, “Awesome! I mean... great! Well, let’s get out of here.”

You paid for your drinks and exited the bar, “Seems you still got that damn car though,” you chuckled, looking towards the sleek black Chevy Impala.

“Of course I do! Baby is irreplaceable.”

“That action figure still stuck in the ashtray?” he nodded, “The legos in the vent?” he nodded once more. You chuckled, “I’ll follow behind you.”

You both got into your cars and you followed closely behind Dean. You couldn’t stop your mind from wandering back to the old memories you had with him, and seeing him now, talking to him, only solidified your thought of him still holding your heart. You still loved him just as much as you did when you were teenagers, if not, even more so now. The only setback was that he’s straight. If it wasn’t obvious from his advancements on the bartender, you thought you had a pretty decent gaydar, and it screamed that he was straight. As heartbreaking as it was to know that you were just a phase in his life, you were still extremely good friends and you missed him, so you would take what you could get.

Arriving there about a half hour later, you got out of your car with your duffel to see a large iron door, “Wow, this place just screams ‘cozy’,” you joked, looking at him with a jokingly bitch face.

“Don’t judge a book by it’s cover, Y/N,” he smirked, making you second guess your initial thought about the place.

You followed him to the door, him pulling out some sort of key and unlocking it, beckoning you over to enter before him. Walking past him through the doorway, you noticed an iron spiraling staircase that led to a living room sort of area. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you dropped your bag and took a moment to take in everything around you, a table in the center of the room with maps and other papers on top, chairs on every side of the round table. A library, stacked with so many books you counted around a few hundred off the top of your head. Two other exits that looked like long hallways leading to other areas of the Bunker.

“Damn, I really did judge too soon, this place is pretty awesome,” you breathed, spinning around to take in everything in the room like a child.

Dean laughed at your actions, “Told ya, come on, there’s someone that you probably wanna see.” He led you down the hallway and you walked past several doors with numbers in gold tint written on them, eventually stopping in front of one, Dean knocked on the door. You registered a voice call out, “Come in!” from the other side. He opened the door and you were met with a face you never thought you would have seen again.

“Oh my god, Sammy is that you? What the fuck? You’re huge!” you exclaimed, overjoyed that you could see the man you called a brother once again, but also surprised by his humongous figure.

“Y/N? How-Where-” he was struggling to pick which question to ask first so you took the initiative and ran up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist, for he really was freakishly tall. You could feel his chest rack with a few sobs and felt his arms wrap around your shoulders, squeezing so tight like if he let go, you would disappear.

“Holy shit, I’ve missed you so much, Y/N,” he choked. Your heart broke, for you had left without as much as a goodbye to Sammy, but also filled with happiness that after all these years, he still missed you.

He pulled away and looked you in your eyes, “I know why dad made you leave, and I understand that there was nothing to be done. I’m not mad at you for not saying goodbye, I’m just so glad that I can see you again,” he breathed. Even as a kid he could read me like a book, guess nothing has changed. You gave him an apologetic and grateful smile, turning to see Dean try and hold back his tears.

“Oh my god, Dean. Are you crying?” Sam asked, amusement lacing his tone.

“Shut up Sammy, dust got in my eyes,” he replied, slightly sniffling, leading to you and Sam laughing together.

“Come on, I’ll show you to your room,” Dean motioned to the door, walking you out, but before you could leave, “Hey, Y/N? Do you maybe wanna... watch a movie? Us three? Like the old days?” Sam asked, flailing his arms around, trying to gesture what he was saying. A genuine smile lit up on your face, remembering when the three of you would sit down at the motel and watch movies together.

“I would love to,” you replied honestly.

He smiled and waved you out of the room, returning to whatever he was previously doing beforehand.

“This is your room.”

Walking through the door Dean had kindly opened for you, you took in the decently sized room, a joint bathroom with a shower attached, and dropped your bag on the bed. Walking up to Dean, you gave him a hug, “Thank you,” you muttered into his chest, finally having a place you could call home.

He chuckled, “Anything for you, Y/N,” he breathed, hugging you back. His admission had your heart beating a little faster but you pushed it down, knowing he only meant it in a familial way.

You pulled back, “Fuck unpacking, that can wait, let’s watch a movie.”

He grinned and nodded, walking back to Sammy’s room to get him. The youngest Winchester’s eyes lit up once again when he saw you, a smile spreading on his lips. As they walked past, you followed, shoulder to shoulder with Sam with Dean in the front of you guys.

“Damn, Sammy, I’m never going to get used to seeing how big you are,” you poked.

“I’m still never going to get used to seeing you again after all these years,” he breathed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

Dean turned and walked backwards, “How come he can call you Sammy but I can’t?” he questioned, an adorably confused look written on his features.

“Because, Y/N is my favorite,” he stated, looking down at you and kissing the top of your head.

“As adorable as that is, and as happy as that makes me, I’m still older than you Sammy. I kiss YOU on the head, not the other way around,” you mused.

The three of you chuckled and walked into a large room with several couches and a large TV in the center of the wall, all of the couches angled towards it. Sitting down on one of the couches, Dean and Sam fought over who could sit next to you, for it was a two seater. You began laughing at their ridiculous behaviour, but it still warmed your heart like no other. Eventually Dean pulled a fast one on Sammy and sat down while he was recovering from a shove, he huffed and puffed and reluctantly plopped himself on the couch next to the two of you.

You laughed once again, “Next time, Sammy.”

Dean cheered in success, throwing his arm around your shoulder and bringing you into his side, “I win! You’re all mine tonight, hate to break it to ya,” he cheered with a cheeky grin. Even before you and Dean had admitted your feelings to one another, you were super close, hugs and cuddles were completely normal for the two of you.

You smiled, “Eh, I guess I can deal with it for a few hours,” looking up at him, your happiness evident in your face for his lighted up as well.

Opening up Netflix on the TV, “Y/N, you choose, you always had the best taste,” Sammy piped in from his seat. Dean reluctantly handed the remote over to you, having just found a western movie he wanted to watch.

“Sorry Bean, looks like I’m picking,” the old nickname fell from your lips before you could even think about it. The look of adoration in his eyes and his pleased smile telling you that he liked you calling him that as much as you did. You scrolled for a few moments before deciding to put on “Extraction” a new movie with the main star Chris Hemsworth.

“God he is so fucking hot,” you breathed, seeing his face on the cover photo. You heard Sam chuckle and expected Dean to do the same, instead finding his body go stiff and felt his heavy sigh on your head. You were about to ask if something was wrong but decided against it feeling his body relax seconds later, his arm giving you a light squeeze.

Throughout the movie, you found yourself unable to focus, being so close to Dean was distracting you more than you thought it would. His scent was intoxicating, leather, whiskey, and another underlying scent that you couldn’t quite put your finger on, but it smelled like home. His warm and muscular body touching up on you, making your mind go delirious and your pants to tighten. After what felt like forever, the movie ended and everyone started to get up.

“That was a pretty good movie,” Sam said.

“Yeah, the action actually wasn’t too bad,” Dean admitted.

“I had trouble focusing on anything but Chris’ face to be honest,” coaxing another laugh from Sam, but when you looked over to Dean you noticed his jaw clenched and his eyes darkened.

Confused, you asked, “Dean, is there something wrong?”

He smiled once more, but you knew him well enough to tell that it was completely fake, “Yeah I’m good, just a bit tired, let’s head off to bed.”

You reluctantly followed him, suspicious as to why he was acting so strange. Dean walked you to your door as you waved goodnight to Sammy.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” his hand coming up to scratch at the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I’ll still be here,” you replied, his awkwardness shocking you, for he had always been confident in everything that he did.

“Great! Good, I mean. See ya tomorrow,” he rushed, walking away to his bedroom. You shook your head with a laugh, Dean acting completely out of character. Turning off the lights and getting into your bed after placing the duffel on the floor, you laid back with your face to the ceiling. This has probably been the best day in my life in the past twenty years. After tossing and turning from excitement for tomorrow, you eventually drifted off into sleep, your dreams filled with you and Dean together.

For the next few days, the boys decided to take a break from hunting, wanting to spend time with you and re-establish your relationship, not that it wasn’t already strong. Day after day, Dean seemed to be even more attentive with you, while you weren’t complaining it was somewhat strange, it was like he was slowly becoming the same boy that night you last saw him. Reprimanding yourself for assuming Dean was actually still into guys, you shook it off and instead focused on spending some quality time with the boys. After around four days, one night when you were preparing to go to bed, there was a knock at your door.

“Hey, Dean. What’s up?” you asked, a small smile on your lips.

“Can I come in?”

You stepped aside and let him enter, closing the door behind him. He turned back to you and it seemed like he was struggling with saying something, opening and closing his mouth a few times like a fish out of water. After a few moments, you heard him mutter, “Fuck it.”

The next thing you knew, you were pushed against the door and his lips were on yours. At first you were surprised, eyes wide and lips still before you let yourself fall into it, wrapping your arms around his neck. The kiss feeling just like it did back when you were teens, but so much better. He had more experience, as did you, and it seemed like he poured all of it into the kiss, desperately trying to impress you. He pushed up the rest of his body on yours, rubbing his prominent erection against your thigh, prompting your own member to begin to harden. You moaned into the kiss and he took control of it, sliding his tongue into your mouth.

“Fuck, you taste just as perfect as you did all those years ago,” he moaned, returning to the kiss.

The similarity to the first time you had made love to each other threatening to burst your heart with nostalgia and happiness. You roughly pushed him off of you, earning a dark glare and a rumble to come from deep in his chest. You smirked and took off your shirt, playing with your waistband, slowly lowering them just above your pelvis, pulling it back up just before he could see anything then repeating the action. He was glued to the spot, eyes intently watching you like a hawk, his eyes told you that he liked what you were doing. Becoming impatient, you took off your pants, but left your underwear on, reaching out to tug on his waistband, pulling him towards you. You sucked on his neck and nibbled on the small space underneath his ear, gaining a low moan from Dean. Rubbing him through his pants, you continued your assault on his neck, making sure to leave marks that were clearly visible, wanting everyone to know that he was yours. He grunted and grabbed your bruisingly by the hips backing you up until your legs hit the bed and you fell, sitting down. He took off his shirt and you took your sweet time appreciating his body, toned arms, chest so large, it looked like the comfiest pillow you could ever have. He smirked at your reaction and slowly peeled off his pants along with his undergarments, his cock bouncing out of its confines, inches away from your face. Once again, the scene around you flashed to the exact moment that Dean stood in front of you like this all of those years ago. However, he was sexier now, more rugged, muscular, cock about another inch and a half longer than what it already was, making your mouth water. You bit your lip and reached out with your hand, tugging him closer to you with his large member as the anchor.

“Last time this happened, I told you to suck my cock another time, well now is the time,” he graveled, reaching out to grip at your hair and using his other hand to guide his dick into your mouth. This time, you had no intention of teasing, all the years of waiting for this exact moment fueling your want and desire for him. Wrapping your lips around the tip of his head, you instantly pushed down, going as far as you could before popping off with a gasp of air. You wanted to please him so you pushed your limits, relaxing your throat and pushing all the way down until his pubic hair was pushing up against your nose.

“Ohhhh fuckkk, Y/N. Nobody ever managed to suck this cock as good as you, always the best at everything,” he moaned.

His praise gave you the confidence boost to continue, bobbing your head forwards and backwards, forcing small moans and whimpers to fall from his lips.

“Fuck, I’m close, I’m gonna cum,” he whined.

You pulled away for a second, “Cum, Dean. Let me taste you,” returning to your task, you gave it everything you had, using your other hand to massage the area between his hole and his sack, making his legs start to quiver and his breathing to pick up.

“Oh shit, just like that,” he started pumping his hips into your mouth, chasing his own release. After a few more pumps, his hold on your hair tightened and he thrusted one last time, “FUCK Y/N!” he called out, pouring what felt like a gallon of cum into your mouth and down your throat. He released your hair and took a step back, his softening dick falling out of your mouth as you swallowed the last of his load down, palming yourself through your boxers to relieve the tension, his taste extremely arousing.

“Holy shit, that was amazing,” he breathed, chest heaving with the deep breaths he was taking.

He reached into his sweatpants on the floor and pulled out a tube of lube, “Did you seriously come in here thinking I was gonna fuck you?” you asked, a slightly annoyed look on your face.

He gave you a toothy grin, “Well, I was right wasn’t I?” Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head. He placed the lube on the side of the bed and roughly grabbed your legs, manhandling you onto your stomach, the pressure from his fingers leaving marks behind in their wake. Tearing off your underwear, he wasted no time in shoving his face into your ass, tongue fucking into it, spreading your cheeks with his hands.

“Oh fuck Dean! Shit, that’s so good,” you whined, gripping the bed sheets so hard your knuckles turned white. He was relentless in his assault, stretching a few fingers from his hand on your ass to tease your rim, rubbing circles around it.

“Dean, please,” you begged, voice faint and weak.

“I’m going to take care of you, Y/N. I got you.”

He grabbed the lube bottle and squeezed some on your ass and his fingers, the cool liquid making you jump slightly. He chuckled and resumed his task, slowly inching in two fingers into your tight opening.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re still so damn tight,” he groaned, pushing his fingers in until the knuckle and fucking into you.

“Shit! That feels so good Dean!” you moaned, squeezing your eyes shut and scrunching your eyebrows in pleasure. After a few more minutes of fingering you, he pulled out and you heard the bottle of the lube open up, turning back to see him pour a generous amount over his cock and lathering it, already just as hard as it previously was.

“I’m gonna fuck you, hard,” he growled, grabbing your cheeks and roughly squeezing them, forcing them open so his monstrous cock could fit inside. He started slow, pushing in with the head, stretching you so incredibly, giving you a sense of fullness. After the head was fully seated inside, you thought he would continue the slow pace, but instead he shoved the rest of his cock in one sharp thrust.

“FUCK!” you screamed, the sudden intrusion splitting your ass into two. He chuckled darkly before pulling out where just the tip remained and repeated the motion, another loud moan ripping out from your throat. Continuing, he began to pound into you relentlessly, the bed creaking, threatening to break from the sheer strength of his thrusts. His hands were placed on your hips, guiding them back and forth onto his cock as he rotated his hips and pushing into you. At first, it was mostly pain, but your walls eventually widened to accommodate his large size and you began to call out in ecstasy rather than pain, his cock reaching what felt like your stomach.

“Take my fucking cock, that’s it, such a perfect hole, mine, and mine only,” he growled, accentuating each word with a thrust. He was filling you up delightfully, moans of pleasure and need falling from your lips. He snaked an arm around your chest and pulled you up level to him, the new angle hitting your g-spot delectably.

He bit your ear, “Who do you belong to,” he grounded out.

“You! I belong to you, Dean. I’m yours!” you whined.

“That’s fucking right, mine,” he growled possessively, pushing your head back down into the bedsheets, your ass still elevated, providing an even better angle for him to push into you.

Your moans were muffled by the bedsheets, “Fuck, Dean, I’m gonna cum,” you moaned.

“Cum without touching yourself, cum on my cock,” he commanded, grabbing your wrists with his free hand and holding them together on your back. You felt the string snap at his words, cumming into the bedsheets with a loud grunt. After a few more pumps, you felt him still, spilling his seed into you, filling you up with the amount of cum streaming from his cock. He pumped a few more times, sharp ruts that had you whine from the impact on your prostate. Pulling out, he used his discarded t-shirt on the floor to clean up the mess, tossing it aside and turning you onto your back. Reaching down, he kissed you softly and pulled away with a loving look on his face.

“When you left all those years ago, you said something to me,” you felt your cheeks redden, “Dean, you don’t-”

“You told me that you loved me, but what you didn’t let me do was respond,” he breathed, vulnerability shining in his mossy eyes.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

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therandombanjo · 5 years

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Songs From 2019 (one per artist)

Another mixed bag of stuff i either enjoyed a lot, thought was excellent or interesting (regardless of taste… sort of), emerging artists to maybe look out for, and generally music that for whatever reason connected with me in some way, including the odd earworm i just couldn’t shake. Some artists are left off just to vary a little more from some other popular lists. Hope you enjoy some of this too and find something new to be taken by. Please do buy their music if you can and hopefully from a local independent record store if possible to support their work. There’s a spotify playlist (below) for easier listening but I’ve also posted a few links to extra things on some of them if you want to check them out. Spotify:

(As ever…. as i don’t tumblr or blog or anything (besides this list), this won’t be seen by many (if any?) people so if you like it or think it’s of any worth in any way, please do share this along)

In Alphabetical order:

A.A. Bondy - Killers 3 Abdallah Oumbadougou - Thingalene Alasdair Roberts - Common Clay Alex Rex - Latest Regret Andy Shauf - Try Again Angel Bat Dawid - We Are Starzz Angel Olsen - All Mirrors bonus. her collab with Mark Ronson “True Blue” Anne Müller - Solo? Repeat! Antoinette Konan - Kokoloko Tani Arthur Russell - Words Of Love Asmâa Hamzaoui and Bnat Timbouktou - Sandia Baby Rose - All To Myself BCI - Grateful Bedouine - When You’re Gone Benny The Butcher - Crowns For Kings ft. Black Thought Ben Walker - Afon Better Oblivion Community Center - Chesapeake Beverly Glenn-Copeland - A Little Talk (from a reissue of her 2004 record Primal Prayer) Bibio - Curls The Big Moon - It’s Easy Then Big Thief - a. Not b. Cattails (from 2 excellent albums released in the same year: “U.F.O.F” and “Two Hands”) Bill Callahan - a. What Comes After Certainty b. The Ballad Of The Hulk Bill Fay - Filled With Wonder Once Again Bill Orcutt - Odds Against Tomorrow billy woods - a. Spongebob w/ Kenny Segal b. Western Education Is Forbidden ft. Fielded (From 2 excellent records this year: “Hiding Places” with Kenny Segal, and “Terror Management”) Black Country, New Road - Sunglasses Blu & Oh No - The Lost Angels Anthem ft. Kezia Bon Iver - Hey, Ma Bonnie “Prince” Billy - Beast For Thee Bonny Light Horseman - Bonny Light Horseman (”supergroup” of the great Anaïs Mitchell, Eric D Johnson & Josh Kaufman) Brent Cobb & Jade Bird - Feet Off The Ground Brighde Chaimbeul - O Chiadain an Lo Brigyn - Oer Brittany Howard - Stay High (the video for this, with Terry Crews, is a delight) Bruce Hornsby - Voyager One ft. yMusic Burd Ellen - Sweet Lemany Caoimhín Ó Raghallaigh and Thomas Bartlett - Kestrel Caribou - You and I Caroline Polachek - Door Cate Le Bon - Daylight Matters Caterina Barbieri - Arrows Of Time Clairo - Bags Cochemea - Mitote comfort - Not Passing The Cool Greenhouse - Cardboard Man (a pretty hilarious song about David Cameron) CRAC - You Can’t Turn Your Back On Me (Unreleased old track from ‘76) Cross Record - PYSOL My Castle CZ Wang and Neo Image - Just Off Wave Damon Locks / Black Monument Ensemble - a. Rebuild a Nation b. Power Daniel Norgren - The Flow Danny Brown - Dirty Laundry Daphni - Sizzling ft. Paradise Daughter Of Swords - Fellows (Mountain Man member Alexandra Sauser-Monnig’s 1st solo record) Dave - Psycho David Kilgour - Smoke You Right Out Of Here David Thomas Broughton - Ambiguity (from the 15th anniversary reissue of his remarkable debut album, The Complete Guide To Insufficiency) Denzel Curry - RICKY Destroyer - Crimson Tide Dry Cleaning - Dog Proposal Dubi Dolczek - Do The Gloop Durand Jones & The Indications - Long Way Home Ela Orleans - The Season (From 2012 but on a career retrospective, Movies For Ears, put out this year) Elkhorn - Song Of The Son Emile Mosseri - a. The Last Black Man In San Francisco b. San Francisco (Be Sure To Wear Flowers In Your Hair) ft. Mike Marshall (both from the wonderful score for the wonderful film The Last Black Man In San Francisco, the latter a cover of an old song sung here by the guy who sang “I Got 5 On It”!!) Erland Cooper - Haar Ernest Hood - Saturday Morning Doze (from a re-issue of his “self-released proto-ambient masterpiece” in ‘75) Fat White Family - Feet Faye Webster - Room Temperature Fennesz - In My Room Fernando Falcão - As 7 Filhas Da Rainha Sumaia (reissue from ‘87) FKA twigs - cellophane Florist - Shadow Bloom Flowdan - Welcome To London Fontaines D.C. - Roy’s Tune Four Tet / KH - Only Human French Vanilla - All The Time Gang Starr - Family and Loyalty ft. J. Cole Georgia - About Work The Dancefloor Girl Band - Shoulderblades The Good Ones - Will You Be My Protector? (of Rwanda) Grand Veymont - Les Rapides Bleus (of France) Gyedu-Blay Ambolley - Sunkwa (of Ghana) Hailaker - Not Much HAIM - Summer GIrl Hana Vu - Actress Hand Habits - placeholder Hannah Cohen - Get In Line The Harlem Gospel Travellers - If You Can’t Make It Through A Storm Hayden Thorpe - Diviner (Former Wild Beasts frontman’s debut solo record) Helado Negro - Running The Highwomen - Redesigning Women Hiss Golden Messenger - I Need A Teacher Holly Herndon - Frontier Homeboy Sandman - Far Out Hoops - They Say Hotel Neon & Blurstem - Language Of Loss House and Land - Rainbow ‘Mid Life’s Willows Ibibio Sound Machine - Wanna Come Down IDER - Saddest Generation The Innocence Mission - On Your Side International Teachers Of Pop - I Stole Yer Plimsoles ft. Jason Williamson (of Sleaford Mods) Jacken Elswyth - The Banks Of Green Williow Jaimie Branch - nuevo roquero estéreo Jake Xerxes Fussell - The River St. Johns Jamila Woods - ZORA Jayda G - Leave Room 2 Breathe Jenny Hval - Ashes To Ashes Jenny Lewis - Red Bull and Hennessy Jesca Hoop - Outside of Eden ft. Kate Stables (of This Is The Kit) and Jesca’s 12 year-old nephew Justis. This live performance is so sweet https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cUPmE_hU7Ss Jessica Pratt - As The World Turns Joanna Sternberg - This Is Not Who I Want To Be Joan Shelley - Cycle John Blek - North Star Lady Jordan Rakei - Say Something bonus. under his DJ pseudonym: Dan Kye - Focus Jo Schornikow - Incomplete Joseph Shabason - West of Heaven Julianna Barwick - evening Junius Paul - Baker’s Dozen Kali Malone - Spectacle Of Ritual Kate Teague - Sweetheart Kate Tempest - a. Firesmoke b. People’s Faces Kelly Moran - Halogen (Una Corda) (from a record full of all the bare piano parts she played for her prior record before all the editing and processing) Kim Gordon - Air BnB Kindness - Hard To Believe ft. Jazmine Sullivan KOKOKO! - Buka Dansa (Congolese collective upcycling discarded materials to make their instruments) Konradsen - Baby Hallelujah (of Norway) Lambchop - Everything For You Laura Cannell - a. Sing As The Crow Flies b. Flaxen Fields Laura Stevenson - Lay Back, Arms Out Le Groupe Obscur - Planète Ténèbres Leonard Cohen - Happens To The Heart Leo Svirsky - River Without Banks Little Simz - 101 FM Lizzo - Tempo ft. Missy Elliot Loren Conors & Daniel Carter - Departing Lou Roy - Bite Low Chord - Walkk Lower Dens - Galapagos Mahalia - What You Did ft. Ella Mai Majja - Black James Dean Maria Somerville - This Way Maria Usbeck - Amor Anciano Mary Halvorson & John Dieterich - Vega’s Array (Mary the recipient of the MacArthur “Genius” Grant this year, because she is) Mary Lattimore & Mac McCaughan - IV Matana Roberts - As Far As The Eye Can See Meitei - Ike Melanie Charles - Trill Suite, No. 1 (Daydreaming/Skylark) The Menzingers - Anna Messiahs Of Glory - No Other Love (from a collection of rare black gospel from the Midwest between ‘65-’78 put out on Tompkins Square) Mica Levi - a. Hosting b. Lobo y Lady (from the excellent Colombian film Monos) Michael Abels - a. I Got 5 On It (Tethered Mix) b. Pas De Deux (both from the terrific score to the excellent Jordan Peele film, Us) Michael Kiwanuka - Living In Denial Michael Nau - Poor Condition Mike Adams At His Honest Weight - Wonderful To Love Minor Pieces - Rothko (duo of Ian William Craig & newcomer Missy Donaldson) Modern Nature - Footsteps Molly Sarlé - Twisted (Mountain Man member’s 1st solo record) Moodymann - I’ll Provide Moon Duo - Stars Are The Light Moor Mother - After Images Moses Boyd - Stranger Than Fiction Moses Sumney - Polly Mount Eerie & Julie Doiron - Love Without Possession MSYLMA - Inqirad (Rihab-U Dhakir) (Saudi Arabia) The Murder Capital - Don’t Cling To Life Nardeydey - Freefalling The National - Rylan ft. Kate Stables (of This Is The Kit) The New Pornographers - Falling Down The Stairs Of Your Smile Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - a. Waiting For You b. Bright Horses c. Night Raid Nivhek - After Its Own Death: Side A (Liz Harris of Grouper) Noname - Song 32 Octo Octa - Move Your Body ODD OKODDO - Auma (Kenyan/German duo) Øyvind Torvund - Starry Night (Norwegian composer) Pet Shop Boys - Burning The Heather Petter Eldh - Fanfarum for Komarum II Porridge Radio - Give/Take PREGOBLIN - Combustion Purple Mountains - a. Snow Is Falling In Manhattan b. All My Happiness Is Gone c. That’s Just The Way That I Feel Quelle Chris - Obamacare Quinie - Whas At The Windy Rapsody - Ibtihaj ft. D’Angelo & GZA Reb Fountain - Faster Rian Treanor - ATAXIA_A1 Richard Dawson - Two Halves Robert Stillman - All Are Welcome Róisín Murphy - Incapable Rosalía - Milionària Rosenau & Sanborn - Saturday Rozi Plain - Symmetrical Ruth Garbus - Strash Sam Lee - The Moon Shines Bright ft. Elizabeth Fraser (of Cocteau Twins) Sam Wilkes - Run Sandro Perri - Soft Landing SAULT - Smile and Go Seabuckthorn - To Which The Rest Were Dreamt serpentwithfeet - Receipts ft. Ty Dolla $ign Sessa - Flor do Real (of Brazil) Sheer Mag - Hardly To Blame Shit and Shine - No No No No Sinead O Brien - A Thing You Call Joy Siobhan Wilson - Plastic Grave Six Organs Of Admittance - Two Forms Moving Sleaford Mods - Kebab Spider Slow Meadow - Artificial Algorithm Snowy - EFFED ft. Jason Williamson (of Sleaford Mods) SOAK - Knock Me Off My Feet Solange - Binz Sophie Crawford - A Miner’s Life Squid - Houseplants bonus. Their cover of Robert Wyatt’s “PIgs..... In There at End of the Road Festival) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DktZtQbo-YU Stella Donnelly - Old Man SUSS - Ursa Major Swamp Dogg - Sleeping Without You Is A Dragg ft. Justin Vernon & Jenny Lewis Tami T - Birthday Tenesha The Wordsmith - Why White Folks Can’t Call Me Nigga Theon Cross - Activate ft. Moses Boyd & Nubya Garcia Thom Yorke - Dawn Chorus Tierra Whack - Wasteland Tim Hecker - That World Tiny Leaves - Respair Toya Delazy - Funani (of South Africa) Twain - Death (Or S.F.?) Twin Peaks - Dance Through It Tyler Childers - All Your’n Vagabon - Water Me Down Vampire Weekend - This Life Vanishing Twin - Magicians Success Velvet Negroni - Confetti Vendredi Sur Mer - Chewing-Gum (of France) Victoria Monét - Ass Like That Vieo Abiungo - Cobble Together Visible Cloaks - Stratum ft. Yoshio Ojima & Satsuki Shibano Warmduscher - Midnight Dipper Weyes Blood - Andromeda Wilco - Love Is Everywhere (Beware) William Tyler - Our Lady Of The Desert Willie Scott & The Birmingham Spirituals - Keep Your Faith To The Sky (from a collection of obscure 70′s era gospel on Luaka Bop, “The Time For Peace Is Now - Gospel Music About Us”) Xylouris White - Tree Song Ye Vagabonds - The Foggy Dew Zsela - Noise

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kilmameri · 6 years

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I saw @solange-lol doing this and it seemed fun so I wanted to do it too. Please do it yourselves too and tag me to it if you like, I won’t be tagging anyone. I’ve added my comments in chunks so theyre easier to delete. this is mostly me writing random garbage which isnt needed but i wanted to do

Rules: bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations

AIR: i have small hands • i love the night sky • i watch small animals and birds when i pass them by • i drink herbal tea • i wake to see dawn • the smell of dust is comforting • i’m valued for being wise • i prefer books to music • i meditate • i find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

What kinda aspiration is having small hands tho? :DD I love the night sky the most when it’s warm an dark, often when im like, on a trip. its not often both dark and warm where i live :D and i Love birds. today waiting for the bus i almost forgot where i was when i watched birds fly in flocks over us. theyre moving back here for spring! :D

also like,, waking early is so over appreciated. and i see the dawn plenty bc the sun rises at like nine o’clock in winter if at all like,,, i get that its more constant to ppl who live closer to the equator and actually means something. i would wake up to see the dawn tho for the stillness of the world tho if it was with someone but only in daydreams bc why get up early when u can stay up late? that last one abt truths like lmao we get it u deep but yea i love trivia

FIRE: i don’t have straight hair • i like to wear ripped jeans • i play an organized sport • i love dogs • i am not afraid of adventure • i love to talk to strangers • i always try new foods • i enjoy road trips • summer is my favorite season • my radio is always playing

i love curly hair. i have really thick and stiff straigh af hair and i sometimes wish it had Even Waves bc id love to look more messy-cute ya know? bc now its all clean partings, no stray hairs. it looks too formal for my taste and id like for it to have some personality. i know i could just curl it with an iron or get it done but yea,,, i dont care That much

like im constantly told im crazy brave and i guess this applies to me? like i Did move at age 16 to my own in a city i have never been in with no one there who knew me and just,,, didnt even care. i tell others what ive been up to and they ooh and aah and im like?? but yea it does feel nice to be considered adventurous

also i love weird foods and am Not picky. in ninth grade home ec my kitchen needed to design a three course meal and dear fucking god was that a mess. we had one vegetarian lactose intolerant peep, one who didnt eat random shit like onions and bell pepper bc they taste bad (???) and so if a recepie had even a slightest bit of that he insisted it be left out or didnt even listen to the full recepie. and one who like,,,, would Not eat any foregin food. he wanted Potatoes and sausages. im like??? this is the final home ec test? this is supposed to showcase our skills,,, and you want boiled potatoes and plain sausage? what a mess lmao

WATER: i wear bracelets on my wrists • i love the bustle of the city • i have more than one set of piercings • i read poetry • i love the sound of a thunderstorm • i want to travel the world • i sleep past midday most days • i love dimly lit diners and fluorescent signs • i rewatch kids’ shows out of nostalgia • i see emotions in colors not words

i moved to a city abt uhhh? half a year ago and i love it here :D theres nothing better than walking in the centrum with the pidgeons and street artists and ppl having a good time chatting and shopping

i used to sleep past midday but i try to not so much bc that worsens my mood a lot bc i feel really isolated spending so much of my time alone. but it is my natural way of being so i guess thats how it be sometimes

EARTH: i wear glasses/contacts • i enjoy doing the laundry • i am a vegetarian • i have an excellent sense of time • my humor is very cheerful • i am a valued adviser to my friends • i believe in true love • i love the chill of mountain air • i’m always listening to music • i am highly trusted by the people in my life

bad eyesight ://. i do kinda enjoy doing household chores when i have something to listen to or a call to be in but that hasnt been the case lately. i am not vegetarian but sometimes i do go days without eating meat by accident which i dont mind but like,,, yea. its bc i eat like, bread, noodles, cereal, and then there might be something vegetarian at school that i eat bc it looks like the tastiest food there

idk abt my humor? its kinda spicky, insulting to some. but i dont mean it its like friendly banter. but i put it on with ppl who arent friends of confy with that sometimes and i dont mean to honestly

AETHER: i go without makeup in my daily life • i make my own artwork • i keep on track of my tasks and time • i always know true north • i see beauty in everything • i can always smell flowers • i smile at everyone i pass by • i always fear history repeating itself • i have recovered from a mental disorder • i can love unconditionally

never really liked makeup, too much work for a thing i cant really tell is even there. the flashy types of makeup i dont like so much. also im already cute af

ive been told im organized as hell by my peers and i dont get it. thats just?? how i naturally do things. it like,,, is Impossible for me to put things in their wrong places. if its hard to put where it belongs then i dedicate a “pending” spot for it in a place thats easy. and i hate notebooks and instead use a binder filled with loose leaves that i can edit as much as i like :3

thanks for reading, hmu if u wanna say something abt the things i wrote. ill read it

#long post #me

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babaleshy · 3 years

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Something I May Need to Stop Doing...

I'll be venting in this post, but this is about the desire to move out of a desperate want for change right now even though such a move is not meant to be.

On occasion, I go onto zillow's website and check out houses around Pittsburgh out of curiosity just to see what houses are going for what price in what kind of condition. I've noticed something incredibly enticing: there are some houses going for under $100,000 and are technically livable. It's just got flaking/chipping paint, may need new rugs, and other general clean-ups. The only "major" thing I wanna do to any of these houses falling under this criteria is the fact that I feel more comfortable with a tin roof.

These houses that I find are within city limits, most of these houses I've shown an interest in are close to sidewalks. This means if I were to move into one of these houses, then I'd have a chance to properly commute!

Ah, but why exactly am I making this post? What is it that I'm venting about? And what did I mean earlier when I said "not meant to be?"

Back in 2014 (autumn, specifically), my husband and I had to move out of our apartment in downtown Pittsburgh to my parents' farm in Ohio. Two reasons made us do this: one was the skyrocketing rent prices when HUD sold our building, causing rent to go from $539/mo to $720/mo. My husband worked at a casino, and was making $10/hr, so when rent prices went up like mad, we really began to struggle to survive. The other thing was bedbugs. The building manager laughed at our discomfort and said, "What do you expect me to do about it? Where would everyone go for the building to be treated?" Like, you're a shit manager if you haven't come up with those contingency plans.

Paying $720/mo for a bedbug-infested apartment (bedbugs are fucking hard to get rid of) and living in a constant state of itchy breakout made us decide it was time to move in with my parents. Because we literally could not afford to live anywhere else, and our student loan debt fucked up our credit scores, so we couldn't even get a house (and we were looking for one at the time!).

We used to think living on this farm was temporary until reality set in, that there is absolutely no possible way for us to make it on our own now. My husband has ADHD and anxiety and is still struggling to practice to get his driver's license (it's hard when my dad is a major source of my husband's stress; my dad's an asshole and gets worse by the year), and I'm Autistic, so I can't hold down a regular job, and nothing else is hiring.

In terms of getting a job for me at all, either I'd have to go to school for my special interest for the job (ecology, entomology, and/or paleontology) or I'd rather work in a library.

Welp, college is far too expensive for me to pay out of pocket, and my already existing student loan debt is barring me from getting any sort of financial aid to go back to school at all. As far as the library is concerned? Remember when I said my husband is currently struggling to practice for his license? (He doesn't get much practice because my dad is a stressful asshole that makes my husband have a horrible headache and anxiety after he drives). We have 2 vehicles, one my mom uses to get to work, and the other my dad uses to take my husband to work as well as do errands in like grocery shopping and shit like that.

I can't get a ride.

Can't ride a bicycle, either. It's definitely not safe (I live in America, if you couldn't tell). My parents' farm is deep within one of the back roads with one of the properties on this road being an oil rig. The oil workers drive like assholes, not caring what animal they hit, speeding through here. There are dirtbikes and four-wheelers that speed through here, too. There's no room for 2 vehicles to pass one another, and nothing but pure fucking hill the moment you step off the side of the road. I literally cannot bike here.

But let's pretend I got onto one of the main roads on either end of our road. It's even worse! And STILL no room for bicyclists! This goes for fucking miles until you reach a residential area! Except for a nearby little village-town that has the closest library branch. It's the village my husband grew up in, but there's a lot of sketchy turns, corners, and again, no room for bicycles. This includes main roads.

With all this in mind, I actually considered the possibility of moving to that village, because the village itself is actually safe enough to bike ride in. The problem is: I'm not guaranteed to get a job at the library at all. I tried getting a job as a library clerk at the Carnegie Library in Pittsburgh, got interviewed and everything, and didn't get the job for whatever reason. In fact, I'm not guaranteed a job at all at any library branch, regardless of the neighborhood. So moving to such an area depending on the chance of being hired there is not worth it.

Such a village is actually rather unfriendly, and that goes for a lot of communities here on this side of Ohio. You'd think this was one of the southern states from its people and what flags they fly.

So why not Pittsburgh? Why not move there if we could?

Well, I thought about it. It has all the perks I could expect such as public transportation, somewhat safer bicycling areas to commute to school and work, and more importantly: THINGS TO DO.

Living in the middle of nowhere blows when you want to, on your own without relying on someone to drive you, go and do something, such as buying fabric or art supplies for future projects, or going to the library, or anything, really! Yeah, I do want to garden, but I don't have the means to do that on a damn farm (long, frustrating story that made me stop believing my parents' promises).

Not to mention, I still have friends in Pittsburgh, If I wanna see them, they don't have to drive an hour and 45 minutes (and that's if they have a car) to visit. I got 2 friends here in the area, and they're busy with their work's demanding schedules. When we do hang out, Cards Against Humanity, Uno, and D&D can only do so much until it gets old and boring and you wanna do something else that isn't hanging out at a dead mall. There is truly nothing to do here. Pittsburgh has the museums, libraries, parks, and far more interesting establishments to lurk in.

So again: why not Pittsburgh?

Because that city has changed and is still changing compared to when I was last there. My regular watering hole (The Beehive) is no more. There are neighborhoods being gentrified (meaning I'm not guaranteed to keep my home even if I pay it off). Businesses are closing, meaning people will be losing their jobs, and some of the other places hiring (like libraries) are not guaranteed to hire me, especially when I haven't had a job since 2010.

There's also my cat to consider; she gets stressed at the sound of a lawn-mower (I don't blame her). She wouldn't be able to handle the sounds of the city. Unless we found a place not too close to downtown, such a move is a no-go.

I've daydreamed about living in Pittsburgh again. I'm homesick for Pittsburgh. I've realized only recently that that city was my home. Not this farm, not even the house I grew up in. I felt like a person who didn't have to rely on people for rides and such. It's the only place where I've truly lived on my own and enjoyed it.

I've actually considered moving out of this country and found that even more impossible. No matter which country you pick, no matter what language you learn, not only do you have to pay for your things to be shipped, for your plane ticket for a one-way trip, or whatever you need to become a citizen there, you still have to pay at least $2,000 to revoke your American citizenship or else you will be forced to pay American taxes despite never setting foot on American soil ever again.

Thanks to capitalism, America has made it fucking impossible for the average person to leave for good. If you are born here, you are financially enslaved here unless you're wealthy enough to leave.

So... What's the plan?

Well, for now: not much. The pandemic has set plans back a bit, but my parents have a lien on the house thanks to my private student loans my mom was bullied and forced into co-signing for. She... I guess?... is almost done paying them off? I don't know. My parents don't like communicating need-to-know info with me and then get mad when I don't absorb it through osmosis. Once the lien is taken off the house, mom wants to move north to be near her sister, and she said she'll try finding a farm for sale near Kent State so it'll be an easier commute (be it by bicycle or by car). My intention is to enroll there to be able to get a job as an ecologist (focus in entomology, specializing in arachnology) with a minor in paleontology.

Once I've gotten that all taken care of (as well as my husband going back to school for what he wants), we move to the pacific northwest, mainly just north of Seattle somewhere.

I hate Ohio. I hate running into people I've gone to school with that I try to avoid (more like I see them, but they don't recognize me? At least I hope not?). I hate this place so much. I hate this climate, being near people I don't want just randomly showing the fuck up. And what's the use of living near family when they don't want to bother visiting you? I hate hearing my mom tell me so-and-so that I obviously want nothing to do with told her to tell me they said hi. I'm tired of fearing I'll run into someone that abused me in the past because now they're back in the fucking area again apparently.

I've got my fingers crossed that something is gonna give and college to some level (community college?) will be free for residents or something. It'll give me a chance to go back to school for something close to what I wanna do so I can maybe get a job? Completing something at a community college would at least make it easier for me to get enrolled at a university.

My husband and I picked Seattle (or close to Seattle) for its climate. It's (usually) not blistering hot every goddamn year, and it's not horribly cold thanks to the mountain range (I'm quite cold-intolerant). We both enjoy overcast weather and rain. We'd rather take our chances with volcanoes than earthquakes or hurricanes in areas where these things are guaranteed to happen yet nobody ruling these areas wants to invest in infrastructure that helps stand a chance against them. Seattle also has a nice combination of city and wilderness side-by-side. Not much of that with Pittsburgh.

If I was forced to only move to Pittsburgh and no other city, I wouldn't mind, especially since I'm more familiar with Pittsburgh than I am with anything in my current local area (because I had to travel on foot instead of relying on a car to get to places!). Fuck, my mom wouldn't even let me do anything by myself out of the yard when we lived in the village I grew up in because she was a paranoid fuck and by the time I JUST STARTED gaining independence for having a bike and bicycling to the post office everyday, we moved to this farm.

Oh, this isn't a roof over my head I should be thankful for. My parents got screwed. Our water is full of iron and calcium that no filter can fix, so we constantly have plumbing problems, the post and internet connections are questionable at best, we get ant infestations from 2 species EVERY YEAR, all for a farm my mom wanted for horses she always wanted and eventually got but has little next to no energy to spend the time she wants with them and she refuses to admit her age has a lot to do with it on top of her working so she sits in the living room on THREE DIFFERENT DEVICES sucking up bandwidth to religiously watch every fucking livestream of a country singer she likes (and complains if she's missing it for any reason!), scroll through Facebook, and play a fucking shitty app game!

Our internet out here? The physical equipment is outdated (copper wires instead of fiber-optic cables) because the fucking company doesn't wanna spend the money to upgrade it.

So instead, we're stuck here, with my husband losing his sanity bit by bit by the day at his shitty retail job (every other available job offering would be worse in this area) and I sit here and hope that maybe, JUST MAYBE, I could start gardening soon.

I miss Pittsburgh. I really do. But despite all of its benefits it would give me and my husband if we moved back, I don't think it will happen.

In the off-chance that we don't move north, that my dad's assholery intensifies and he decides to remain here (he has to legally agree to sell this house in order for my mom to move north; dad's reasons keep fucking changing), Pittsburgh is a nice back-up plan. Pitt University actually has the major I'd want to go back to school for, as well as what my husband wants to go back to school for, and we'd already be familiar with the city and what to expect of it. However, we're aiming higher, and hoping to move to the pacific northwest, instead.

But I think to avoid losing my sanity, I should stop daydreaming about a future that may never be.

Fingers crossed!

#rant #ramble #vent #I wanna move so bad but can't

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can i request headcanons for what hanamiya, kise, aomine, kagami, himuro, akashi would do when them and their female partner and getting frisky in le bedroom, and they are both ready to get started but they find out they dont have any condoms & its too late @ night to go out and buy some? thank you in advance !! :D

Bahaha I love this ask, and this answer. It was hella fun to write… I was in a good mood and you could tell lol This is the first of the really good answers coming up (I’m looking at you cliche!anon ;) )

Hanamiya Makoto

He’s just minding his own business, reading when you startto accost him. First of all HOW DAREYOU.

Just kidding, he knows your game the second you startit. From the first brush of yourfingers along his arm, he knows what you want. His dick.

He makes you work for it though, ignoring you for the mostpart as your touches get bolder and bolder. He makes you touch him all over, press your breasts to his back and wrapyour arms around his shoulders. Onlythen does he pull you into his lap, and then it’s just to hold you there.

He goes back to his book.

You’re pretty mad, because damn it, why isn’t hereacting? Basically, he’s fucking withyou. He wants to see how upset youget. Truth is, he’s already hard.

Determined not to be thwarted by him, you leave open-mouthedkisses along his jaw. You might eventry biting him, this makes him suck in a breath of air, but other than that, noreaction.

If your horny enough, you better start begging, becausethat’s what he really wants to hear. Hewants to hear your voice squeak as you whine for him to fuck you, because damnit, he’s goddamn hot and how are you supposed to survive? Pretty much, he wants to know your mad forhim.

When he finally reacts, you are overthrown. He pins you to the bed and purrs in your earwhat a naughty girl you’ve been and how you should be punished.

Is going to take forever to get to it, because he’s in atorturing mood.

When he finally, finally gets there, and reaches forcondoms only to find there are none, he pauses and tilts his head. You complain, and say something aboutgetting off another way.

Yeah right, reader-chan.

He says fuck it, and fucks you so hard youscream. Literally doesn’t care if it’sbare back, when he wants to ride, he rides. You should have checked before you started your little game with him.

Goes out and buys Plan B for you the next day, and you hatehim a little bit for the whole thing because that shit isn’t fun.

Kise Ryouta

When he gets going, he gets really into it. His hands are EVERYWHERE.

He has a pretty high sex drive, so expect to entertain him alot, as much as he can get away with really.

Sometimes lets you control it, but most of the time, you’realong for the ride. This night’s nodifferent. He leaves marks on yourthroat and shoulder, even though you tell him not to because it’s a pain in theass to explain.

His hands and mouth attach themselves to your breasts and itbecomes pretty obvious pretty quickly that he’s trying to get your going. You were only so-so when he started.

But you’re sitting in his lap so you can feel his raginghard on, and he makes it easier to feel but grinding up into you.

Okay, so he’s got you going. There’s something so hot about him rearing and wanting you sobadly. You can never say no. He’s too pretty.

And he knows it.

“___cchi,” he whines, panting in your ear when he’s donemaking your nipples rock hard and sensitive. “I’ve waited all week for this.”

Liar, it’s been two days.

When he reaches for the condoms and finds the box empty,he’s devastated. Like, mortallycrushed.

You have to sooth him, run your hands through his hair andkiss his forehead. “We can have lots offun without that, you know?” You tease him, because you’re into it nowtoo and he better not leave you unfulfilled.

That’s all he needs. His fingers seek you out right away and bury themselves in side ofyou. Your moan of approval makes himshiver.

Finger fucks you until you cum all over his hand, then helicks it clean. Honestly, so hot youwant him all over again.

But he’s been a good boy, so you reward him. Shifting, you push him back onto the bed andtake his cock in your mouth. Groans andimmediately tangles his hand in your hair so he can control your pace anddepth.

Accidentally comes all over your face, much to your chagrin.

Aomine Daiki

Purposely forgets the condom anyway.

It’s your fault forbeing so fucking attractive. Youliterally haunt his daydreams and he wakes up hard. After that, he’s restless and cranky and everyone can tell.

You’re just minding your own business, finishing up someclub work when he appears, eyes dark and full of meaning. You’ve seen this look before.

You sigh, because honestly, he’s such a handful.

He drags you off to some semi-private place and then pushesyou against a wall. He’s going todevour you, so you might as well just give in. Thrust your fingers into his hair and pull and he’ll growl delightfully.

You get swept away in his fervor, because how could younot? He’s aggressive in his style andit’s so easy to lose your mind when he’s nipping at you bottom lip andsqueezing your breasts through your bra.

Before you even realize it, your legs are wrapped around hiswaist and his hands are on your ass to push you closer.

Your moans only make him more frenzied and his hands quicklyleave your ass and one somehow gets beneath your skirt to stroke you throughyour underwear. Is unaccountablypleased to find you already wet and ready for him.

Literally can’t wait. Even if you protest the location, he’s going to convince you that it’ssafe enough even though it’s not. He shoves aside your underwear and unzips his pants at the speed oflight.

That’s when you realize what’s happening and that he mostcertainly doesn’t have a condom. “Daiki, don’t you dare-”

Too late, he’s inside you, hissing and groaning and justgenerally a mess. You don’t fight himthough, and you could have. His stanceisn’t so solid that a push couldn’t have dislodged him. “You better not come inside,” yougrumble, but he’s kissing you, so it’s really hard to talk.

One of your feet is on the ground now, while the otherdangles as he has one arm under yourknee. It’s hard and fast like this andyour head hits the wall behind you in the heat of the moment.

To his credit, he doesn’t come inside you, he comeson your thigh and it’s gross and sticky and you actually wish he had just comeinside you.

Doesn’t help you clean it up.

Kagami Taiga

This one just straight up forgets to restock. Just the thought of sex is enough to makehim blush, so it’s usually you that has to buy them anyway.

So it’s really your fault.

Things get heavy after he makes you a pretty awesome dinner,which has put you in the mood as it usually does. The adage that the way to a girl’s heart is through her stomachis true… or maybe that’s a guy’s stomach. Either way, you want him pretty bad by the time dinner is done.

You’re patient though, because he’s structured and likes todo things in order. It’s a date night,so in Kagami speak that means dinner, movie and cuddling, then maybesex. It’s not that he doesn’t alwayswant sex, he just doesn’t want to pressure you. Precious baby.

Too bad you’re about to pressure him.

You decide you can’t really wait until the movie is over –you’ve seen it anyway. About half waythrough you throw your leg over him and straddle his lap, your hands movingover his chest and shoulders until they find his jaw so you can pull him into akiss.

He blushes, of course, but doesn’t protest, and his handscatch your hips pretty fast. Despitethe red in his face, he’s not at all shy about touching you. He runs his big hands over whatever he canreach, and the situation devolves pretty quickly into a makeout-pettingsession.

When you decide that you’ve had enough of the couch, youclimb off of him, grab him by the hand and haul him to his bedroom.

Clothes fly everywhere and his attention is centered on you.

You’re ready, he’s ready, unfortunately, when he opens hisbedside table drawer and finds nothing, you are both left incrediblydisappointed.

Worry not, however, because he’s actually prettyenterprising. He’s gotten pretty goodwith his hands. He gets you turnedover, stretches out beside you and touches you. He starts slow, because he doesn’t want to leave youdissatisfied, and oh boy, you aren’t by the time he’s done. You come moaning into his mouth as he kissesyou gently, moaning with you.

You can’t let such devotion go unrewarded of course, becauseguess what? You’ve gotten pretty goodwith your hands too.

Himuro Tatsuya

This one knows he doesn’t have any condoms before thefrisky-business starts. He’s a littlehesitant, because you both have a tendency of getting carried away and that is nota risk he’s willing to take.

But he’s also pretty creative. There are so many other things he can do to you, afterall, and no one’s going to be disappointed.

He takes his sweet time. He’s into body worship and he employs it now. He loves the sound of your soft cries and he drags his tongueover your collar bone and down between your breasts to your belly.

He’s very gentle, no biting here, just enough pressure totease and make you pant. He smiles ashe does it, eyes watching you carefully as he strokes in perfectly calculatedtouches that have you writhing in no time at all.

His mouth gets a little more daring as he reaches yourthigh. His teeth scrape over your softskin and earn a long, pitiful whine that makes him chuckle.

Doesn’t mean to be teasing, but totally ends up being soanyway. You kind of hate his pace,because it’s frustrating and your burning so brightly and damn it just getto it already! “Taaatuyaaaa…” youmoan, hoping to encourage him.

“Ahh, ahh,” he replies, smirking against you before pressinghis tongue to your clit.

Ugh, reader.exe has stopped working.

Licks and sucks until you come all over his face, hipsrising so much he has to hold you down. He’s proud of himself, because he’s all about your pleasure.

Doesn’t even want anything in return. Pushes your hands away when you try sleepilyto help him. He wipes his faceoff and spoons you until you fall asleep, which is pretty quickly.

Then gets up and jerks himself off in the bathroom.

Akashi Seijuro

Let’s face it, he’s never going to forget, especiallynot something so crucial. He probablycarries one around in his wallet just in case. He’s 100% prepared 100% of the time.

The only way it happens is… actually, I can’t actually thinkof a scenario when he isn’t prepared.

But there are often logistical issues to consider, timeswhen getting a condom on and off just weren’t practical. That’s the kind of situation you foundyourselves in this time.

You’d forgotten something in your classroom and onlyremembered after his practice was done and he was set to take you home. Of course, being Akashi, he refused to doanything other than escort you to said classroom to retrieve what you’dforgotten.

Normally, he’s above such impropriety and base instinct, buthe’s keyed up that day, his hormones high from practice and the knowledge thathe was going to play a practice game against one of his former middle school teammates.

It doesn’t take much to make him want you. You drop something and bend over to pick itup, and his eyes fall to your ass and it’s over. Your skirt helpfully decides to give him a flash of your veryadorable kitty paw print underwear.

He strikes before you even know what hits you. Catching you about the waist, he drags youagainst him and backs up until he’s leaning against the bolted down teacher’sdesk. He fastens his mouth to yours,one hand cradling your face, while the other moves over your ass and under yourskirt to squeeze.

“S-Sei-kun!” You protest, but you know it’s fruitless.

When does he ever not get exactly what he wants? Okay, the Winter Cup, but still. Too soon?

The hand on your ass pushes your hips up until you arestraddling his thigh and pressing your center against it. He moves his leg rhythmically, removing yourinhibitions astonishingly fast.

He wants to hear you come for him, so he makes you ride hisleg towards oblivion. The whole timehe’s whispering in your ear in between soul-searching kisses. “Does that feel good, my ____-chan?” “Didyou know you’re panting? I can think ofother uses for that mouth of yours.” “If we were in my bedroom I would make you ride me properly, I do solove being inside you.”

You get the idea.

He takes your hand and moves it to his cock, forcing yourfingers around him through his pants. He doesn’t moan or groan, but he does grunt, and hum and that’s all youreally need to fall over the edge.

When you’ve calmed down, you are pushed to your knees. “Wouldn’t you like to return the favor,___-chan?”

#kuroko no basket #hanamiya makoto #kise ryouta #aomine daiki #kagami taiga #himuro tatsuya #akashi seijuro #lemony headcanons

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Okay, so maybe wandering throughout the Forbidden Forest while daydreaming was not the brightest idea ever, Sam thought. They looked at the ceiling of the Room of Requirement, their left hand clenched around their Ravenclaw scarf while James, their Slytherin friend, assessed the damage done to their right cheek and arm. “You amaze me and worry me at the same time,” he spoke finally, chewing on his lip as usual when helping out a friend with an injury. “Glad to know I’m not a total disappointment,” Sam joked, giving James a shit-eating grin. James rolled his eyes in response. “I’m going to get supplies, Ellie and Quinn should arrive soon. I sent them an owl the second I found your note,” he opened a door to the left of Sam and entered, the sound of him rummaging through cabinets reaching Sam’s ears.

“But they’ll never let this go!” they yelled making James chuckle from the other room. Sam watched James through the door, frowning at the news of their other friends knowing about their late-night “walk”. Sam slouched back into their seat, breathing in deeply when the air stung the scratches all along their arm and cheek.

Bored as soon as James left the room, Sam’s eyes wandered around the room, observing the shape it had taken this time. It was similar to all the other times one of their friends got hurt and they didn’t want to be taken to Hogwarts’ nurse. There was the infirmary bed in the middle, which Sam was sitting on currently, with a small bedside table sitting next to it and the door to Sam’s left that led to the medical supplies closet. The room was cozy and small, about the size of a dormitory and the walls, ceiling, and floor were made of wood. However, Sam noticed a small difference in the room. There was a tree in the corner, which wouldn’t have warranted a second glance, had Sam not recognized it to be a Larch tree, or in other words, a wand-wood tree. Sam’s eyes widened and they glanced at their bag sitting on the table next to them. But just as they were about to look inside, the sound of shifting walls alerted them to the presence of the people about to enter the Room of Requirement. Sam frantically pushed their bag away from them instead, snapping their hands back to their lap in an attempt to look natural and less like a kid who got caught stealing candy.

“Walking around the Forbidden Forest at night because you couldn’t sleep?” Ellie, Sam’s crush and resident Hufflepuff prankster, announced her presence, throwing her arms up and raising an eyebrow. “I mean, it is adorable but still, maybe you should have told one of us before you left?” She shakes her head with a slightly exasperated sigh. “And no, leaving a note for James does not count,” she continued when they opened their mouth to argue. “Honestly, why aren’t you in Gryffindor, that’s exactly what one of them would’ve done!” Ellie exclaimed, while behind her entered Quinn, the Gryffindor of the group and also James’s sister. She replied to Ellie’s comment, “Ravenclaw can keep them, we don’t want them.” She smiled at Sam who jokingly glared at her, sitting up with a flinch when James stepped back into the room holding medical supplies. “Forget Slytherins being the rude ones, I think Gryffindor just took the cake,” Sam grinned at Quinn who crossed her arms with a shake of her head.

James crouched next to Sam with a bucket of water and set down the sponge and bandages he had grabbed. “Sometimes I question my friendship with you all,” James frowned, eyes searching over their face with what would appear to be a blank look had Sam not known the boy since they were 1st years; he was clearly worried about Sam. “But still, that was careless of you, Sam. Is everything alright?” James spoke quietly, as he dipped the sponge into the water.

Sam smiled fondly at James and nodded. “James, I know it might be hard for you to have to stare so closely at my pretty face, but do try to help. How else am I supposed to ask someone to the Yule Ball? By having a nice personality?” Sam lightened the mood with a joke while the other three roll their eyes in unison. “Maybe if you had thought about not going into the Forbidden Forest, I wouldn’t have to stare at your stupid face,” James retorted, squinting his eyes as he inspected the wound.

“I get it, lesson learned,” Sam eyed the bucket with a sly grin. “James have you forgotten that there is magic for things like this? I mean, not that I don’t love your muggleborn ways, but magic would make it easier,” They grimaced slightly as James cleaned their wounds with the water and sponge. “Please just shut up, your note scared the crap out of me,” James looked down as he rubbed the sponge on Sam’s cuts, but Sam was certain his face appeared slightly darker than before. No doubt he still hadn’t learned the spells for this sort of thing yet, but Sam wouldn’t tease him on it. No, they were much more preoccupied with observing their bag, which had just shook as though something was inside it, and determining whether or not their bag was going to move again.

Ellie and Quinn had been quietly conversing from where they stood, but when Ellie noticed Sam’s eyes glance over at their bag-which they had taken into the forest with them for God knows why-she elbowed Quinn and they both observed it for a minute. Just as they were about to determine that it had been nothing, it moved, the bag getting dangerously close to the edge of the table it had been set upon. The two girls shared a look, both obviously suspicious, and Quinn stepped forward, grabbing the bag, holding it open for Ellie to look into.

“What are you two doing?” By now, James had noticed what was happening, and finished wrapping the bandages around Sam’s arm. Quinn kept the bag open, giving Sam a disapproving look. “Sam, you never did tell us how you hurt yourself. Mind explaining?” She questioned. Sam gulped. “I didn’t mean to put it in my bag, but I wasn’t sure what to do! It freaked me out when it attacked me so I flung my arm and hit it and it hit a rock and I wasn’t sure if it was even still alive. I thought, if it was, then I should bring it in to help its injuries!”

“What attacked you?” James asked, directing his attention away from the bag for a second. “This little guy did,” Ellie reached into Sam’s bag and gently pulled out a small brown Bowtruckle, about the size of her palm, and set it on the table. James and Quinn’s eyes widened at it and they quickly crowded around the table. “Is it awake?” Sam asked, sitting up in their seat with groan.

“I think so.” “Oh thank Merlin it’s awake.” “Seriously? A Bowtruckle?” “You’re saying this attacked you?”

Sam nodded at Quinn, who had stepped back to question them. Ellie and James looked at Sam as well. “I was walking by this tree stump when I decided that it would be a good place to rest since I didn’t want to walk too far into the forest. But when I was about to sit down I got jumped on by the little guy on the table and it started clawing me. I freaked out and flung it into the rock it jumped off of. It stopped moving and I didn’t know if it was dead or not but I figured I should try to help it if it was still alive.”

Sam finished their story and the trio exchanged glances. “Well seems like it’s alive so we should help it out,” Ellie announced, turning back to the small creature. “We’re going to help the wild Bowtruckle who attacked Sam? Aren’t we always told that, when we find a wild animal we should not take it in, even if you injure it?” James looked skeptical, raising an eyebrow at Ellie. “Well Sam hurt it and it’s already in here, so why not? Not to mention it is dark outside, so unless you want to get in trouble for being in the Forbidden Forest at night, we can’t bring it back home,” Ellie crossed her arms triumphantly and picked up the Bowtruckle, while an exasperated James throwing his hands up in defeat.

“This doesn’t add up though,” Quinn spoke up, her eyes focusing on something that wasn’t there. “Why would the little guy attack you if you weren’t attacking it’s tree?”

The quartet shared a look before all turning to observe the Bowtruckle. “Help it first, question everything we know about Bowtruckles later,” James declared and with that, the conversation was closed. James ushered Ellie away from the table, and got to work. Quinn zoned out completely while this happened, and Sam decided to go to sleep. It would take a little while for James to figure out how to deal with the small creature, so it’s not like they would need to stay awake. Their eyes were already closing and with a final sigh, they fell asleep.

Author’s Note

fun fact, my wand is made of larch, so i used that as the wand-wood tree

hello! finally finished the first writing for this blog. super sorry its so oc heavy, i really love them and i wanted to introduce them a little (i didn't do to well but oh well) but never fear! part 2 will come out eventually! um this isn't beta read so if u notice anything i welcome criticism and stuff :D anyway hope you all enjoyed this and feel free to give me suggestions for the bowtruckle’s name (or like, just talk to me/cam, thats chill too) (also my blog is @gvzingstvr if anyone is interested)

(ps sam is agender, if something i write about them is weird or offensive pls pls point it out to me and help me fix it, i want everyone to enjoy this)

#harry potter #fanfiction #stvr writes #Care for Magical Creatures Blog #fantastic beasts and where to find them #ppl pls read this

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How to Make Ideas into Full Stories

You have to admit, getting ideas on a new story is the most exciting part of the journey. It's new, it's fresh, and well... you're not bored with it yet. You want to start writing as soon as possible and put everything on paper. Sometimes you even already know how the story would end. But then a moment of truth comes; you don't know exactly how the whole story goes.

It comes when you just finished the first chapter and you think, it's not good enough, it's not exciting enough and you don't know what to write next afterward because you haven't thought about it through. I've been there and I hated it.

So what do we have to do to make the fantastic idea in our mind into the fantastic novel we always dream of? It's simple!

1. Design the Flow

I have been writing since I was fourteen years old, whether it was at home for fun or a school essay, I learned one thing from long-term writing; it's easier when you know three things: The characters, the plot, and the theme.

a. The Character

Guys, guys, make sure you make up your mind about your characters before you write your stories. Now, I'm going to point out my own mistakes on writing as an example. From one of my fanfiction (Because I love writing fanfiction) Boruto and the Curse of the Black Chakra. And these are my mistakes (Which I have not fix yet :/ )

- We all know Boruto in the original story is just a kid, not a teenager. But in my version, the story begins when Boruto is around sixteen or seventeen. Meaning? He can kiss, he's stronger, he's more mature, and so on. But I fail to keep that in mind when I write my story. Instead, I wrote the beginning as if Boruto is still a child and it progressed as if he was seventeen. In one of the scenes where he had S* with Sarada in one of the caves, it was probably a shock for some of the readers because of they too; thought that Boruto was still a child.

- Is your character in the white, black, or gray area? Make up your mind Meydew! One of the characters that I love most in a story is one who had a bad childhood and grew to be the bad and evil guy we see today. He is traumatized and alone, being driven by the emotions of hatred towards others. Now, if we have a character like this we have to be cruel to him/her and set a certain path for him/her, 'Dude, I'm sorry, I like you but you just have to go down the drain,' or 'Okay, I like you so I'm just going to let you make good decisions in your life and be a good person.' Or 'You're just going to help each side because you're not really interested but you have contact with both sides.'

My point is make up your mind now whether he is going to be truly an antagonist or are you going to make him a protagonist. Because there are just some things that can never let an antagonist turn into a protagonist. For example? Rape. Child abuse. Killing a dog. (You also need to give some time to change your character ya, they don't just change with a click)

Decide now, because if you don't you'll end one of your characters like mine; Akeboshi. He started in the series as the bad and unforgivable character. He made Sarada and Boruto fight and purposefully hurt Sarada. But in the way, I changed my mind and left the half part of the story still holding on to BAD AKEBOSHI. And continued the second half with GOOD AKEBOSHI. In the worst case scenario, your character will be seen as unreal, because no one just changes with a click and when your readers don't see 'WHY' he changed, they'll lose heart for the character.

- Who is most important in your story?

I'm not going to lie. Sometimes I see some side characters are just more fun to write on just because (Maybe this is just me). In my story Boruto (Still talking about the same one) Some can notice that Mitsuki is left out of the story although he is one of the important characters in the trio. Instead of writing about his heartbreak because Sarada loves Boruto instead of him, I spent my time writing about Shizuka; the girl who loves Boruto. Damn it Meydew, prioritize!!!

b. The Plot

It's hard to write on sometimes when you don't have a hard ground to step on. Especially when you don't remember where you left off and just way too lazy to reread the whole damn thing (I don't blame you, I'm lazy too). SO what do we do to make the whole process easier? Well, you just have to make up your mind on HOW the story STARTS, PROGRESS, and FINISH.

- Starting a novel is sometimes tricky. We just don't think about how to make it exciting enough to make our readers keep on reading, but also we want to make it... well? Not cliché. You probably know what I mean; waking up like hearing the alarm, waking from a dream, false starter like a dream and so on...

Now I'm going to skip the HOW TO MAKE IT NOT CLICHÉ and let you use your innovative mind into action (I have faith in you and I'm looking forward to reading your story) to how to make it exciting!

First of all, let's just start this with things you'd like to avoid. One, too much action on the beginning (They don't care yet about our characters so why should they feel anything when our characters get hit or shot?), too much explanation on the landscape, economy state, politics, and culture (It's best to sprinkle all the detail in the conversation and events that shock the characters, like;

"What are you doing!?" He pushed himself back from her, just to realize there was no space behind him to go.

Kida looked up, confused, "I am now your mate, of course, I'll give you a proper Ashikda greeting."

"Well in my world, girlfriends don't kiss their boyfriend's feet, they kiss us on the lips as a greeting." He said.

"But that is for marriage!" She insisted. "I need to respect you as a man."

"Kida, there's just better ways to respect me."

This can go with the explanation; so this was what it meant when he saw some girls kissing their husband on their feet. It was their culture. A very strange culture; he thought while gazing out the window.

It's better than just spilling everything on the first page. Our readers won't be able to take in the whole information. Besides, it's a novel not a history class.

Poke your reader's curiosity.

Have you ever read the story by Tim Bowler, Fire and Ice? It started with the main character, Dusty who received a call from a boy. He doesn't know where he got the number, he just does. He knows something about her brother though he had no connection, he just do. The character itself was a mystery and that was what made me buy the novel without a second thought (It was awesome by the way).

- PROGRESSING and FINISHING your novel takes time and parts. Let's just say the time you need to finish your novel depends on how hard headed you are on kicking your pages. It's either you're the, 'I'm not feeling like writing right now so I'm going to do it when I feel like it.' Or you're the 'I'm finishing this cus I'm as stubborn as a jackass.'

Progressing your novel doesn't start on the second chapter, it starts immediately on the first chapter and it has a lot to do with the end of the novel. That's why I'm writing this part together.

We know how we're going to link our scenes when we know how it would end. Now, I write a lot of stories that are not always published on wattpad, I keep them to myself whether it's short stories, some p*, fantasy, or romance, I already know already how the story will end.

Why is this, such a big deal, Meydew?

Well, we all know the chain reaction theory. What we do now will cause a chain reaction that will have a certain end. For example, I'm writing a story about a boy that has to go to school in time. End story: He's late and punished by his teacher. So how will we progress the story so it will reach that end? That's the fun part. The boy set his alarm, but when it rang, he turned it off and went back to sleep. So he was late! Bang. That's how it goes.

c. The Theme

When you write a story, sometimes you don't always have a message hidden in them but you have a theme. Whether you believe it or not, this theme will keep you pumped with conversation. You'll always know what to say next because you know what kind of story you want to put down.

Some of the themes I'd like to show as examples come from my own writings such as the SISTERS FIRST RULE (Which is not polished and unfinished so don't bother) with the theme: Sisters love that are sometimes not strong enough when it is faced by jealousy. Or DARING FAITH (Which is not published on wattpad for some reasons) with the theme: What does love worth? Is it worth your life?

2. Brainstorm (Listen to your favorite list of music!)

I always wonder if I'm the only one who imagines my great ideas in a movie version, or listening to an awesome song and play it along with a scene in my mind. Well, believe it or not, that's one of the fun ways on brainstorming. You don't just sit down and think, oh what do I do next? What's going to be fun? You just daydream yourself away and if you think to yourselves; 'I gotta write this shit down,' or 'This is freaking twisted,' and you're probably ashamed of yourself for thinking it; well there you have it. An idea to put in your novel.

When you have these ideas (And of course they're written down on a piece of paper or tissue) you take them as a list and decide, 'Which scene in this list will fit best with my story?' From here you can sew your ideas into a large plot you can use a base to write your novel. It doesn't have to be written exactly like this. Let your mind blow away its boundaries. But its always nice to avoid writers block :D

Well, there you have it! How to make your idea into a full story!

Remember it doesn't have to be perfect the first time, just kick those pages!

If you have a story you're writing and want me to read it, just tell me in the comments below!

You don't have an idea yet to start writing? Well, here's a writing chalange and some prompts for you!

1. "There's a girl in my room." He looked back, "You understand my needs brother."

"Can I have a word with you?"

2. "Who were you talking too?"

"That boy, he always come to see me every week."

"What boy?"

3. "I think we should start a diet, you never exercise. We need to burn calories."

"Thinking is the most extreme calory burner. Did you know?"

"Than why am I still fat?"

4. "Promise me, even if you see me bleeding to my death, you won't come to me."

"How can you ask that from me?"

"Doesn't it scare you what other people might think? They don't know that you're the one one who can see me"

Moving out of her parents house is the best! She can do everything as she please even if her room is small but she gets to live in the best neighborhood. When she wakes up, she saw a mug flew from the table to a boys hands a few feet away. He looked at her in shock than ran back in his room. SOMETHING FISHI IS GOING ON HERE.

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Good luck and see you next time!

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