#yeah i use apple music don’t bully me x

[madefortherain]

well…

[tojisbbg]

𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧

❝if i told you, you know how to go and break my heart in two.❞  

♡ bachira meguru ♡

a/n: i love him so much, he’s such a cutie patootie :< reblogs, comments and likes are very much appreciated!! it’s my second blue lock writing piece :)

content: bachira meguru x reader, childhood friends to lovers, slight mention of bullying, just you both being cute weirdos, mostly very fluffy, little angsty, hurt/comfort, kissing, very self-indulgent (lmao), not edited. 

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it was time for recess and you hummed a little tune the teacher played earlier when everyone sat in a circle for music time. you were skipping towards the park, wishing to swing and slide to your heart’s content. 

you didn’t have any friends and your teacher along with your parents were worried about how this would affect your upbringing. you were only in second grade and a social life was crucial at this age. but, your interests and creativity was as vast as the sea. being the weird kid wasn’t always that bad, you just accepted the fact that you were more unique than others. 

nothing wrong with that. 

besides, you enjoyed spending your time alone. you had more time to explore by yourself, find your interests, and playing by yourself was always an adventure because your mind was as exhaustively curious as your actions. 

you were startled to hear a bunch of kids roaring in anger, your gaze turning to the side where the small field was. you saw a bunch of kids from your class stomping on something, or rather someone, while angrily spewing words. 

your eyebrows furrowed in fury, bravely marching up to them as you threw the apple in your hand straight at one of the kid’s face. the jerk winced, looking at you with a glare. 

“what’s your deal, freak?” he taunted, making you scoff. 

“is hurting others that fun? well then, i love fun! why don’t you let me join in, but instead i’ll stomp on you, ‘kay?” you darkly said, pointing at the kid as he harshly gulped. his forehead was already slightly throbbing from your previous attack of throwing the apple at him. 

“l-let’s go guys, these weirdos are creeping me out.” the boy stuttered, grabbing his lunchbox before scrambling with this friends. the small crowd of bullies cleared up, allowing you to get a look at the victim. 

you saw the little boy on the ground, wincing in pain as he slowly sat up. he had a slight bob cut, uneven bangs covering his forehead while the tips of his hair in the back were blonde. 

“you okay?” you softly asked, sitting on your knees as you placed a small hand on top of his. the boy weakly nodded his head, looking up at you with a pained smile as a little bit of blood trickled down from his nose. 

“oh, you’re bleeding. come with me, i’ll fix ya up!” you chirped, grabbing his hand as you pulled him up with you. he quickly bent down to grab his soccer ball before being dragged away by you. 

you led him to the park, climbing up the stairs to reach the small bridge. the both of you sat down and you opened your lunchbox, pulling out the hello kitty bandages you always carried around. 

“what’s your name?” you asked, watching him rub away the tears that were streaming down his face. 

“meguru.” he sniffled, making you thin your lips. 

“i’m y/n. here, use this.” you said, handing him a tissue as he quietly thanked you. 

“those guys were a bunch of meanies.” you spoke, cleaning up the blood from his nose with a tissue. 

“yeah, but they’re right. i’m a weirdo and that’s why no one wants to be friends with me.” bachira looked down at his hands, making you frown. 

“there’s nothing wrong with being a weirdo, i’d rather sail the ocean to the neverlands by myself than have those bullies on my boat to sink me.” you joked, making the boy in front of you laugh. you smiled upon seeing him finally cheer up, grabbing one of your hello kitty band-aids before putting it on bachira’s nose. 

“i always carry these around because i get hurt a lot from falling down.” you sheepishly grinned, pointing at the same hello kitty band-aid that was on your nose. 

“ah, we’re matching!” he exclaimed, making you nod. 

“yeah! hey, wanna go on an adventure with me?” you asked with a cheeky look, making his eyes widen. 

“me?” bachira asked, clearly confused on why you’d ask him to play with you. 

“mhm, i need a partner. so, will you?” you questioned him once again, and without hesitation, bachira nodded his head as he grabbed your hand once again. your heart fluttered, a small blush tinting your cheeks. 

“yes!!” he giggled, dragging you with him off of the play area even though he didn’t have a clue where to go. bachira liked holding your hand, the warmth from your small hands on his was comforting. 

“first, we need to make a kingdom.” you instructed, walking towards the sandbox as you both took off your shoes before entering the small pit. you and bachira grabbed the neatly stacked buckets and shovels before starting your construction. 

“who’s gonna live here?” he questioned, watching you attentively tap the back of the bucket before pulling it off, you tongue sticking out at the corner of your lips from focus. 

“me and you, silly. it’s our kingdom, just for us.” you casually responded and bachira didn’t know why but his tummy felt like there was a bunch of butterflies swarming inside. 

“o-oh, okay.” bachira stuttered, getting a little shy because he’s never caught anyone’s attention nor did anyone dedicate anything to him. 

“why? do you not like it? we could add more things or-”

“no! i would like to live here with you, y/n. it’ll be our neverland.” bachira gave you a warm smile, making you giggle as you nodded your head. 

“yup, we’re gonna have so many fun things. a whole river of chocolate, volcanoes made out of cake, a huge castle with big and bouncy beds and the clouds will be cotton candy!!” you excitedly informed him, making bachira gasp as he clapped his hands, looking at you like you just lit up his entire world. 

“and it’ll rain gum drops!” he added on, the both of you high-fiving before continuing to build your kingdom. 

recess would soon be over as the teacher called all the kids inside. you and bachira walked inside the classroom while holding hands, making all the other stupid children whisper and gossip. you saw bachira lower his head and you felt yourself get a little annoyed. 

“oh, y/n! you made a new friend?” your teacher rushed over, a relieved smile once she saw you both. 

“yup, me and meguru are best friends forever. so, if anyone has a problem with him has a problem with me.” you said very loud and clear, hearing the whispers die down as you’re sure the kid from earlier probably told people around him about the incident. 

the rest of the day was spent as usual and class would soon be over. you waited for your mom to come and pick you up, passing time with bachira who was also waiting for his mom to come. 

“follow me.” you whispered, linking your arms with his as you pulled him away from the teacher who was busy talking to another parent. 

“huh? won’t we get in trouble, though?” bachira tried to reason, but you shook your head. 

“nope, we just have to be quiet.” you placed a finger on your lips, trying to hush him. bachira agreed with your words, allowing you to take him wherever you pleased. you guys were now in the school’s garden, filled with a variety of pretty flowers. 

“you see those things flying around? my papa told me that they’re called fireflies when we were gardening.” you told him, crouching down as you observed the tiny insects flying. 

“so cool, but why are they called that? do they have fire powers?” bachira innocently asked, making you chuckle. it was still lightly outside, so the creatures looked like normal flies or other flying insects. 

“catch one of them and you’ll see the magic.” you suggested and bachira looked at you with a weird look at first, a little bewildered but he decided to trust you. after a few minutes of struggling, he caught one and quickly closed his palms. 

“got it!” he laughed with a pant, showing you his closed palms. 

“good, now open your hands and see.” you encouraged him and he did so, only for his face to be scrunched up in disgust. 

“eww.” bachira said as he scrutinized the squashed bug on the palm of his hands, yellow liquid on his flesh. 

“you squished it, meguru.” you laughed, fishing out a tissue from your pocket as you wiped his hands. bachira couldn’t be bothered about the dead bug in his hands, more caught up on how gently you wiped away the remains of the bug.  

it made his chest feel fuzzy. 

“here, i’ll help you.” you offered, grabbing his hands as you tried to slowly and gently catch one of the fireflies with him. bachira watched your every move with nothing but amazement. 

“got one.” you blurted out, feeling the firefly circle around the walls it’s been placed in which would be your and bachira’s hands. 

“now watch closely.” you sang out before slowly releasing the firefly, the neon green light no visible on the butt of the bug. bachira gasped, his eyes widening as he watched the creature light up. 

“wow!! that was so cool, y/n.” bachira’s face warmed, adrenaline being pumped inside his veins from how much serotonin you caused him to release from such simple actions. 

“meguru, home time!” 

“y/n, papa’s here! let’s go, honey!”

you both heard your parents call for you in the distance. 

“will we play together again tomorrow?” he nervously asked, looking at you with his bright honey colored eyes. his hands clutched onto his shirt near his heart, gulping harshly as he tried to prepare himself in case you’d decline his offer. bachira didn’t know why, but today still felt like a dream to him, he’s never had this much fun in school before.

bachira would always play by himself in the corner, either in the building blocks section or dribbling with his soccer ball. he would eat alone and even when he’d go home, he’d spent most of his time with his mom. 

of course, bachira didn’t mind spending time with his mom as she was the only person bachira held so dearly in his little heart. however, even though birthdays were spent with him and his mom, it still felt quite lonely. 

but now bachira grew fond of you. your existence in his life now has turned his world around. 

“of course we will! we’ll play together forever and ever because we’re best friends forever now.” you hugged him, making him stiffen from the sudden action of affection. but soon, bachira would give in and hug you back before letting out a small giggle. 

“thanks, y/n. i love playing with you.”

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“incominggg!!” you screamed, lunging towards the figure of the boy who was breathing heavily on the soccer field. you latched onto bachira’s back, giggling as his turned his head to the side to look at you through his peripheral vision. 

“y/n?!” bachira exclaimed in shock, quickly letting go of the soccer ball in his hands to tightly grasp the back of your thighs so that you don’t fall. 

“who else would it be, meguru?” you asked, your tone a little sarcastic which made him laugh. 

“you’re right, just didn’t expect you to be here. are you stalking me?” he teased you, making you hum in response. 

“maybe, why? i can’t even come to my best friend’s games to support him?” you faked a dramatic cry, making bachira roll his eyes as he walked over to the bench with you still on his back to grab his duffle bag. 

“alright, you little drama queen. so, how was i?” bachira gave you a smirk, making you shoot out your hand to give him a thumbs up. 

“awesome as always, duhh! we’re talking about the bachira meguru, aka my best friend, who is the world’s best dribbler in soccer!” you continued to shower him in compliments, making the tips of his ears go red from slight embarrassment. 

“hm, good. you should always look at me during these games, you know.” bachira arrogantly said, making you pinch his cheeks. 

“don’t get too cocky now, or else you’ll get ahead of yourself.” you warned him as you watched him wince from your tight squeeze. 

“okay, okay, i got it.” bachira quickly blurted out, walking home with you as you yawned. 

“mm, meguru you’re all sweaty, sticky and nasty. hurry up and take us home.” you whined, making him scoff. 

“you threw yourself on my back willingly, not my fault.” he quickly defended, making you let out a heavy sigh. despite your complaints, you snuggled closer to him and felt his hold on you tighten. 

“i know, it’s because i missed you so much and i was so excited that your team won. also, i like being close to you like this, you feel warm.” you mumbled to yourself, feeling yourself get a little sleepy as you rested your cheek on his shoulder. the blonde tips of his hair tickled your face, but you didn’t care that much. 

“yeah?” he asked, feeling his heart jump when he felt the slight graze of your nose and lips against the skin of his neck. you and bachira have been friends for about eleven years now, the both of you stuck to each other by the hip like glue. 

everything on your mind, going on in your life and just anything in general had to be shared with bachira. he was your other half, the only person in the entire world that you cherished more than life itself after your parents. the same went for bachira, you were like a warm spring breeze after a rough winter, refreshing and comforting. 

he couldn’t have wished for a better friend than you. 

bachira would soon hear soft snores in his ear, the feeling of your warm breath fanning over his neck as you peacefully slumbered on his back. his lips curled upwards unknowingly, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“i’m home.” bachira announced as he entered the doors of his home, kicking his shoes off while still making sure to hold you tightly while he does so. his mom comes out of the kitchen, an apron wrapped around her body as she gave her son a welcoming smile. 

“welcome home, meguru. oh, y/n is here too? my, my! you should’ve told me earlier, i would’ve made her favorite for dinner.” bachira’s mother said in disappointment, her eyes traveling to your sleeping form on her son’s back. she came towards you before lightly booping your nose, watching you scrunch your nose from the sudden impact before she softly chuckled at your reaction. 

bachira’s mom absolutely adored you, crying on every single birthday of bachira’s when you’d show up at their doorsteps in your cute little dress and a box neatly wrapped with a bow. the way you loved and adored her son made her heart swell with happiness, knowing that in this world perhaps some kind of good does exist. 

that good being you.

to bachira’s mom, you were an angel sent from heaven and she loves you to pieces just like how she loves her son. 

“y/n is fine with anything you cook, mama. i’m gonna set her on my bed then go shower.” bachira assured his worried mother, making her nod as she patted his unoccupied shoulder. 

“okay- oh! i almost forgot, some mail came in for you today, meguru.” his mother scurried over to the small table by the tv, grabbing the envelope before handing it to her son. bachira hummed in response, thanking her before heading upstairs to his room. 

bachira entered his room, gently laying you down on his bed. he saw you fuss for a minute, groaning at the loss of contact with his body. bachira watched you in pure amusement, hands at his hips as he observed you. deciding to not be mean, he placed a pillow between your arms which you instinctively hugged tightly before dozing back into a deep sleep. 

bachira placed the envelope on his study table, deciding to open it after he showered. by the time he stepped out of his bathroom, he saw you sitting up on the bed, drenched in sweat as you fanned yourself. the sight of bachira coming out of the shower half naked with only a towel wrapped around his waist wasn’t a new sight for you nor did you mind it. 

you both were very comfortable around each other and bachira didn’t mind it either. though, your eyes would always stay a few seconds longer on his very well sculpted body. he was slightly shorter than his other teammates, even though he was nearly 5′8 in height and easily hovered above you. regardless, his body was in great condition as he worked out very frequently. 

“oh, sleeping beauty has awakened?” he teased, watching your red and hot flushed face have beads of sweat cover it. you gave him a quick glare before throwing a pillow at him. 

“shut up, i’m boiling here. it feels like i’m in satan’s butthole.” you said, making him snort from your obnoxious commentary. 

“my bad, i forgot to turn on the air conditioner before i left. just go and take a shower, it’ll help you cool off. i’ll have the room be cold by the time you come back.” bachira suggested and you decided to go along with his idea, probably stinking of sweat anyways. 

you opened his closet, rummaging through his clothes to find a t-shirt and a pair of shorts to wear. bachira heard you close the door of his bathroom and the ‘click’ sound of the lock, indicating that you’ve already gone to shower. he took this as an opportunity to slip on his clothes before going over to his desk to grab the ac remote. he pressed the power button, the roaring of the cool air immediately starting to cool off his room. 

as bachira was setting down the remote, his eyes fell on the envelope his mom handed him earlier. he grabbed the mail, sitting down on the bed before ripping it open. he took out the letter and began to read it. 

“blue lock?” bachira murmured to himself, eyes continuing to scan the paper. he realized that finally his talent and love for soccer was getting the recognition that it deserved. bachira was aware of how skillful he was, never denying the fact that he was some kind of soccer prodigy. even as a child, his love and passion for soccer set him to be different than the other kids. 

bachira meguru’s talent in soccer is what made him be seen as the freak in school. 

“ahh, that feel so much better.” your voice woke him up from his trance, shoving the paper inside the envelope before shoving it under his pillow. he didn’t know why he did that as he never hid anything from you. but, bachira felt like he needed some more time to think on it before letting you know. 

“see, i told you.” bachira gave you a smile, watching you almost drown in his clothes because of how baggy they were around you. but, you liked wearing bachira’s clothes because it was so comfortable and roomy. 

you plopped on his bed right next to him, enjoying the cold air from the ac hitting your freshly showered face. you drew random shapes on bachira’s hand before playing with his fingers. your eyes would always fall on the band tightly secured on his ring finger, your initials on it as you had a matching one with him on your finger with his intials on it. on the side, a small drawing of a firefly was engraved on it. 

it was a promise ring that you both gave each other to never leave each other’s side ever. to some it may seem like some silly promise a bunch of stupid teenagers made at the age of sixteen, but this promise was something you and bachira held to both of your hearts very strictly. 

“y/n.” bachira suddenly called out your name. 

“hm?” you hummed in response. 

“what would you do if i had to go away for like a few months?” he asked out of the blue, looking into your eyes for an honest answer. 

“i would kill myself.” you blurted out without any hesitation. bachira’s eyes widened and his jaw fell open. 

“what?!” he exclaimed, making you burst into a fit of laughter from his priceless reaction. 

“y/n, that was not funny!” he whined, shoving you to the side as you calmed down from your laughing high. 

“sorry, sorry, but i was partially kidding. anyways, this is actually what i would do.” you said, making him tilt his head in confusion as he watched you attentively to see what your next move would be. 

you sat up, climbing onto him before tightly wrapping your arms around him. your legs straddled his waist and your arms wrapped around his neck. bachira’s head spun around, the scent of his shampoo was hitting his senses as your wet hair tickled his nose. 

“i’d super glue myself on you so that wherever you go, you’d be forced to take me with you. or, i’ll chain you inside my basement as hostage so that you can’t leave.” you joked, making him chuckle as you felt the vibration from his chest waving on yours. 

“so dramatic.” he squished your cheeks together, making a pout form on your lips. 

“we’re talking about basically my life support here. i can’t let you leave my side, then what will i do? who will i come to when even the slightest minor inconvinience occurs in my life? nope, you’re not going anywhere, meguru.” you quickly shook your head, tightening your embrace around him as you shoved your head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent that you never got tired of. 

you always said these kind of things to him, so bachira was used to it. but, after getting that note from that blue lock place, your words were hitting a different spot in his heart. bachira couldn’t deny the fact that you did things to him, you made his heart feel funny and his stomach churn with nervousness. 

he convinced himself that perhaps it was a silly little crush that he grew up with because you were his first friend and pretty much the only person he ever paid attention to. bachira thought that he’d get over it as time passed by, but it only seemed that his feelings for you grew stronger and stronger. 

yet, he would silence those pesky feelings because he didn’t want to ruin this beautiful friendship of his with you. bachira loved being friends with you and even though he’d feel like he’s over the moon if you were his lover, he’d rather not risk it. the boy would feel destroyed and never forgive himself if he were to ever lose you from his life. 

“meguru, y/n! dinner’s ready, come downstairs.” you both heard his mom call for you guys, making you roll off of him as you both headed downstairs. 

the fresh smell of chicken stew along with stir-fried noodles hit you nose, making your mouth water. you looked at the dinner table and saw it filled with many of your and bachira’s favorite food. 

“ms. yu! ahh, you ate and left no crumbs again.” you complimented, shamelessly sitting down next to bachira as you quickly grabbed your chopsticks, inhaling the noodles. his mother watched you with heart eyes, loving how you appreicated her as much as you did to her son. 

“i wanted to make more of your favorite dishes but it was getting late, meguru didn’t tell me you were coming over.” she said, slight guilt washing over her tone as she always tried her best to please you just like how she pleased her son. 

“are you kidding? this is heavenly, i’d cross the seven seas just for a bite.” you hummed in bliss as you continued to eat. you made the woman very happy with your words, watching her eyes glimmer. 

“make sure to eat a lot then.” she came over to ruffle your hair and you eagerly nodded your head. 

you knew bachira’s situation was a little complicated. from the very beginning it has always been just bachira and his mom. she worked part time at a local supermarket while making some extra cash on the side as an artist. bachira told you that his dad abandoned the family when his mother found out that she was pregnant, leaving her to raise a child all by herself. 

the story still brings you to tears every time you remember it. both bachira and his mother suffered a lot, especially the poor woman. raising a child alone was difficult, and you knew that making ends meet was very hard on ms. yu. yet, you couldn’t help but be so proud of her for raising her son so well. 

she was an amazing mom and you always made sure to make her a mother’s day card every year to remind her that she deserved more recognition than she gets. 

“did you open the mail, meguru?” his mom suddenly asked, catching your ears as you looked at bachira with curious eyes. you saw how the spoon stopped on his lips, as he harshly swallowed. 

“yeah.” bachira answered, a small smile on his lips. 

“you got a letter, meguru? from who? a secret girlfriend or maybe the lottery?” you threw crazy assumptions on the table, making his mom chuckle from your silly behavior. 

“no, you idiot. it’s from this soccer bootcamp place called blue lock. they gave me an invitation to join them and they said that they can help me get into nationals.” bachira finally released the bomb, a nervous laugh following after his last few words. his mom gasped in shock, her chopsticks dropping from her hold as she rushed over to her son’s side, pulling him into a tight hug. 

“oh my god!! that’s so amazing, meguru! is it finally getting fun, now?” she rocked him back and forth, petting his head as bachira smiled brightly. 

“yeah.” he answered, his eyes trailing to your figure as you stopped eating. your chopsticks poking and playing around with your food. you noticed bachira’s stare on you and you quickly fixed your face, giving him your best smile you could make at the moment. 

“come here, y/n!” bachira’s mother opened her arms wider, ushering you to come and join the hug. you got up from your chair, accepting the invitation as you rubbed her back while she cried tears of joy. 

“congrats, meguru.” you mumbled into his hair, trying very hard to contain your own tears. but the thing is, you didn’t know if these tears were from happiness or sadness. 

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick.” you quickly excused yourself, running upstairs as you entered his room. you knew that bachira would most likely follow in afterwards, so you locked yourself in his bathroom. all the tears that you’ve been holding in came down like a waterfall, as you sobbed in your palms. 

you knew it was selfish of you to think this way, you know that you should be happy for him. and you were happy! deep in your heart, you were so proud of bachira for coming such a long way. you knew that he struggled with his self-confidence since childhood, underestimating his abilities because those jackass kids continued to kick him around. 

but, you were his wall. you protected him and supported him every single step of the way. you knew that if bachira went to blue lock, then he could definitely make it to nationals and one day play for the world cup to bring victory home. 

you had faith in him as you always rooted for him. 

if he could win then it would help his mom with their finances so much. you knew that a huge boulder would be relieved from her shoulders. 

yet, you couldn’t help but let a piece of you feel shattered. you’ve never been away from bachira for long as even long distance vacations would involve both your parents and bachira’s mom to go together. you chest squeezed in pain, never expecting that the day you’d have to let him go would come this soon. 

“y/n, you okay in there?” you heard a knock on the bathroom door as bachira called out for you. you quickly cleared your throat before speaking.

“yeah, give me a minute.” you tried your best to sound as normal and coherent as possible. you flushed the toilet to pretend that you were using it before turning on the faucet to wash your hands and face. after drying yourself, you opened the bathroom door and was met with your best friend’s clearly concerned face. 

“calm down, i just had an upset stomach ‘cause i ate too fast.” you quickly tried to dismiss him with your lie, only to earn a scoff from him. 

“liar.” he shot you down, making you wince as you knew that there was no point in even trying to lie to him. this man has known you pretty much his entire life, so he knew you like the back of his hand. 

“i’m not.” you still tried to argue with your reasoning, though you knew it was futile. you laid down on his bed, grabbing your phone as you tried to busy yourself with scrolling through social media. bachira followed behind you, sitting next to your laying form. 

he looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, his gaze was intense and it was getting extremely hard to keep your character. 

“yeah, no.” bachira blurted out, swiftly grabbing the phone out of your hands before setting it on the floor beneath him. you looked at him with small glare. 

“hey, i was watching how to make tirimisu! give it back.” you grumbled, draping yourself over his lap as you tried to reach the ground to grab your phone. however, bachira had enough of your games. 

he pushed you down on the bed before caging you between his arms as you were now pinned down under him. your eyes widened as you could feel heat rising to your cheeks. bachira looked at you with a frown when you tried to avert your gaze away from him. 

“hey, don’t look away from me.” he pouted, bringing a hand to grab your chin to force you to face him again. you let out a sigh, looking at him with sad eyes. it was no point in hiding your emotions anymore knowing how persistent he was. 

“i know that whole blue lock thing is bothering you, y/n.” bachira said as if he was reading your mind on the side. 

“no-”

“y/n, i know it is. i’m not stupid, i know when you’re bothered and what’s bothering you.” he snapped at you, making you let out a heavy sigh. 

“fine, yeah it is.” you shamefully admitted, not wanting to even look at him in the eyes. it was such a great opportunity and instead of cheering him on, you were trying to hold him back. 

“okay.” bachira simply said, getting off of you as you cocked an eyebrow in confusion. you watched him grab the letter before crumbling it into a little ball, walking over the the trash can by his door. your eyes widened as you quickly jumped out of the bed, stopping in front of him to block him from throwing the paper out.

“are you crazy, meguru?!” you questioned his sanity, watching him shrug your shock off. 

“if it bothers you then i won’t go. i love soccer but i love you more, as long as i can play with people and have you by my side then i’m fine.” bachira answered you and that familiar feeling of your chest tightening came back. an overwhelming feeling of just wanting to crash yourself onto him and keep bachira all to yourself powered over you. 

“oh, meguru..” you breathed out, tears welling in your eyes before streaming down your cheeks. you pulled him into a bone crushing hug, making bachira stumble behind as his knees hit the side of the bed. you purposely pushed him so that you both could fall on the bed. 

“i would never stop you from doing what you love, meguru. go to blue lock and become the best striker, ‘kay?” you said as you hugged him tighter, wetting his shirt with your tears as bachira protectively hugged your waist. 

“y/n.” his voice croaked, making you lift your head up as you looked down at his face. you gave him a sad smile before wiping away the warm tears that slid down his cheeks. 

“don’t cry, meguru. ah, you’re making this so much harder. imagine yourself playing in a big stadium, thousands of people screaming ‘bachira! bachira! bachira!’ and boom! you make your goal and the crowd goes wild.” you stroked his cheeks as you softly spoke, his honey colored eyes softened as he leaned into your touch. 

“will you be there?” bachira asked dryly and you couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. 

“i’ll be in the front row seat holding a big poster of your face while screaming your name. just don’t forget me when you become famous, ‘kay? i was your number one fan since the beginning.” you huffed out, making him laugh as he rubbed your back. 

“i won’t forget my weirdo.” bachira said with a cheeky grin, making you look down at him with loving eyes. 

“find friends over there that’ll play soccer with you, meguru. don’t ever lose your love for soccer, okay? you’ll always be the best to me.” you said as your eyes shone with admiration, leaning down to place a soft peck on his cheek. 

bachira’s heart was on fire from your words and your little actions. he felt like he was going to explode because of these burdensome feelings. 

“i’m in love with you, y/n. i have always loved you, ever since we were kids. i know that it’s very sudden but i can’t stop my feelings for you anymore.” bachira confessed, biting down on his lower lip as he waited for the bitter taste of rejection to hit him. 

instead, he was met with the sweet taste of your lips. the taste of your strawberry flavored chapstick met his tastebuds as he felt your plump lips move along his. you tangled your fingers between the locks of his two-toned hair, tugging on it as you continued to deepen the kiss by angling your face. you nipped on his lower lip playfully. bachira felt your lips come to a stop, making him let out a shaky breath. 

you smiled against his lips before softly landing a few pecks on his lips. you looked at him, seeing that his cheeks were now rosy red and his lips a little swollen from the kiss. 

“i love you too, meguru. when you come back, i’ll be waiting for you with open arms. in the future, we’ll get married and you’ll make me a soccer wife.” you said with dreamy eyes and the mere thought of it pulled on bachira’s heart strings. he grabbed your hand, the one where your ring finger was wrapped with the promise band. he kissed it before kissing your knuckles. 

you loved him and wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. 

“of course, we’re the perfect pair after all.” bachira said with a cheeky smile before placing a hand on the back of your head, pulling your face towards his to place his lips back on yours. 

you couldn’t help but fall in love with him even more than before. 

[ihearthes]

Quarantine Christmas Part  2

Author: @ihearthes Pairing: Harry x y/n Rating: Smut Word Count: 2768 (Part 1) Fiction Chalenge via @caitlin‘s fiction party via @sweetcreatureinthedark

Part 1

December 24, 2020

“Smith!” he bellows way too early and cheerfully as he pounds on my bedroom door. “Happy Christmas Eve! Come on! Let’s go for a jog.”

“Arrrrggggghhhhh,” I growl. “No.”

“If you hike the Hastain Trail with me, I’ll spring for coffee afterwards.”

“Go away, Styles.” Drawing the pillow over my head, I try to block out the sound of his voice. 

“Fresh air will be good for you.”

“You’re not going to give up, are you?” 

“Not on your life. I hate hiking alone.”

“Fine!” Throwing the covers off, I don my newly cleaned leggings, sports bra, and a t-shirt before opening the door and marching past him in my tennis shoes. “Bully,” I accuse. 

“You’re mad that I’m forcing you to take care of yourself?” Although he sounds offended, that smirk is back. 

“Whatevs, Styles. Let’s go.”

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

He sets off at a brisk pace, and I trail behind him slightly. After all, I’m still waking up. 

“Keep up, Smith!”

Just to be ornery, I slow my stride, taking my time examining the plants next to the path. When I next glance up, Harry is a solid quarter mile ahead of me, and I contemplate turning back, finding a picnic table and taking a nap on it until he’s done. 

But no. That’s not to be, as he turns and jogs back to me, keeping his legs pumping as he moves backwards. 

“You’re going to trip on something,” I caution. 

He grins. “You care about me!”

My eyes roll so far back into my head that I swear I can see my own brain. “No. But I care about Glenne, and she would be mighty upset if I had a part in damaging you.”

“Mhm.” The smirk is back, and as hard as I try to keep a sour look on my face, it’s challenging. “Where was Christmas supposed to be?” His question is casual, but it causes me to flinch.

“Indiana,” I snap off the word like one would a twig on a dying tree. Immediately, I feel guilty. “Sorry.” My mumble is quiet, but loud enough for him to hear and nod in silent acceptance. “You don’t deserve rudeness. What about you? London?”

“Holmes Chapel. With my mum, my sister, and her boyfriend.”

“Ah. Is it cold there this year?”

“Fairly mild. And Indiana?”

“Cold, cold, cold. Maybe even snow still on the ground.”

“Yeah. Christmas in Los Angeles is quite different.” Harry gestures around the trail, and I smile. 

“Definitely.”

“What are your favorite traditions?” 

By the time we loop back around to the start of the trail, we’ve exhausted the topic, and I realize my mood has improved tremendously. 

“Thank you, Harry.” The words are soft, and I try to insert as much authenticity as I can into them. 

I have the pleasure of watching his eyes soften as he observes me over the top of the car. “Coffee next! And a trip to the grocery!”

“Grocery? You’re cooking?”

“WE are baking and then cooking.”

“Really?”

“Yep. We’re going to create a mashup of our traditions.”

“No fucking way!” I exclaim, excited at the prospect. Sitting up, I search for a piece of paper and a pen. “I didn’t bring my purse, Styles. Give me your phone.”

“My phone?” Confused, he gazes at me while at a stoplight. 

“I need to write down the ingredients we need to buy. Let’s see. We can’t make some of the cookies we each like because I don’t know if Glenne has cookie cutters in the right shapes. So how about some ginger biscuits?” 

When he nods, I gesture for his phone. “Come on, Styles. I need to look up recipes and make sure we get the right ingredients.”

Reluctantly, he unlocks his phone, handing it to me. “No snooping,” he warns, shaking his finger in my direction. 

“Puuuuuuullllllleeeeeasssse. As if.” Using his browser, I search for a recipe for the ginger biscuits for him as well as one for thumbprint jam cookies, copying the ingredients into his Notes app. 

“Now, for dinner,” he begins, and my fingers pause as I wait for his next words. “Mum used to do a roast, but I don’t eat meat anymore. Just fish. And your family always does turkey. How do we compromise on a protein?”

“Scallops? Salmon? Both delicious and something I would consider fancy enough for a holiday meal.”

“Excellent!” Harry declares. “And can we agree on brussel sprouts and yams?”

My whole being is excited at the prospect of this meal with Harry. Suddenly there’s a silver lining to spending my favorite holiday away from my family. 

As he turns off the engine, I rest my hand on his wrist until he twists to look at me. “Thank you, Harry.”

“You already said that.” He rolls his eyes, but the crinkles send a different message. 

Less than 30 minutes later, we’re back in the car with the trunk full of groceries, including prosecco. After stopping for the promised coffee, we return to Glenne and Jeffrey’s house, unloading the food. 

“Mind if I take a shower before we start?” I ask, looking down at my clothing. “I feel dusty still from the trail.”

“Let’s both shower --” He stalls at my shocked expression “-- in separate bathrooms, Smith. Then let’s see who can put together the worst Christmas outfit from whatever we can find in the guest bedroom where we’re each sleeping.”

A grin crosses my face. “Oh, you’re going down, Styles!” Rushing out of the room, I’m confident that my ears are playing tricks on me because I think he responds with “I would love to go down on you.” He must have said something completely different, and I shake my head to clear the thought. 

When I emerge later, I’m wearing my grey sweatpants which I’ve pinned garland to along with one of my green hoodies and a giant wreath draped around my neck like a necklace by a red ribbon. Arriving in the kitchen, I’m stopped in my tracks by the sight of Harry wearing a skirt of wrapping paper over his also-grey sweatpants, along with a variety of bows stuck to his Green Bay Packers hoodie. 

He shrugs, “Apparently they use that guest bedroom for storing wrapping paper.” 

I laugh as I pluck one of the bows off his hoodie and place it on my chest after removing the wreath. 

“You win,” I concede. “I’m surprised there’s so much Christmas stuff in their house.”

“Eh. The Azoff family celebrates everything.”

“Lucky us, then.”

Side by side, we create the dough first for the ginger biscuits and then for the thumbprint cookies. After he slides the first pans into the oven, Harry crosses his arms. “Scrabble while we wait for them to bake?”

“Oh, it’s on!” I agree, and we settle at the dining room table to play the game. 

“Fine. You win,” Harry pouts over an hour later as I play my final letter which manages to be on a triple word score tile. 

“Woo hoo!” Stuffing one of the ginger biscuits in my mouth, I chew thoughtfully. “These are pretty good. I might make them again next year.”

“Same for these,” Harry grins as he chews on one of the thumbprint cookies. Crossing his arms on the table in front of him, he leans toward me. “Now how about you tell me exactly why you turned down my account when Glenne offered it to you?”

Shock courses through my body, and I freeze, knowing my face is likely turning into a candy cane red. 

“She told you?”

“Of course she told me! I had specifically asked for you, so I was a bit heartbroken when she told me that you refused.”

His word choice makes me raise an eyebrow. “Heartbroken?”

“Devastated? Wrecked? Disappointed? Take your pick, Smith.”

Swallowing, I make eye contact with him. “I’ll tell you why I turned down our account if you’ll tell me why you call me Smith.”

His tongue darts out and wets his lips as his green eyes bore into me. “Because you remind me of a Granny Smith apple.” Confusion must sweep across my face, as he continues talking. “You’re tart at first, but you can be sweetened. I’ve witnessed it in the past as well as just the last two days.” His face colors, but he continues speaking anyway. “Plus I suspect you’re incredibly juicy, and I would love a sample.”

Shit. Shit. Shit. Had Harry Styles just made a very obvious overture? Yes. Yes, he had. My eyes float over his face, searching for any indication that he’s lying, but the sincerity is striking. 

First I look at my entwined hands, and then I decide to show the same courage he has exhibited. “I turned down your account because I couldn’t possibly work for you when I’m this attracted to you. It’s bad form to want to --” I can’t decide on the appropriate word, so I settle for “-- jump your client.”

The smirk is back, and it’s followed by an uproarious laugh. “This is too rich! To think that we could have been having some sort of relationship all this time is mind-numbing.” Rising, he holds out his hand. “How about we consummate our mutual attraction?”

“In the middle of the afternoon on Christmas Eve?”

“You got a better idea of how to spend our time?” 

“Swimming?” I tease. 

“Smith?”

“Yeah?”

“Take my hand.”

His words and tone make it clear that he’s interested in moving forward with this. My own body’s response is in sync with his. Gently, I place my hand in his as I rise from the table. Twisting his body, he also shifts his hand, leading me in the direction of…where? A bedroom seems too rushed. Not that my hormones would agree. 

But no. We walk down the two steps into the living room where he turns on the Christmas tree lights before settling on the couch and tugging my arm so that I join him. “Oh, wait.” Rising, he approaches the sound system, and soon the strains of Christmas music fill the space. Returning to my side, he settles with his arm around me. 

“Smith…” His words are a whisper, and I rotate my head in his direction as he brushes his finger over my cheek. When our lips meet, I swear I can hear the angels sing. His mouth is soft and tender, and I twine my fingers through the hand draped over my shoulder as I open wide to allow him to enter. Our tongues tangle in heat and dampness that also seems to pool between my legs. He tastes of the lemon curd thumbprints we had jointly made, and I relish the flavor, wanting more. 

Shifting closer to him, I tilt my head to provide greater access, and his hand drifts to my sweatpants. Withdrawing from me, he examines our clothes. “Mind if I remove this garland?”

“Not at all,” I purr. “As long as I can get rid of these bows.” The wrapping paper skirt had already been ruined when we sat down for the Scrabble game. 

Rather than unpinning the garland, though, he hooks his thumbs into my waistband and draws the sweatpants over my hips. “Up, Smith.” I lift my bum as he removes my bottoms, leaving me in my panties. 

In return, I inch his hoodie up his chest and off, tossing it over my shoulder, heedless of the bows that seem to desire to stay attached to the musician. Can’t say I blame them. 

“Hmmmm,” he murmurs before capturing my lips again. 

When we come up for air, my hands have managed to roam his chest, tweaking his nipple and wrenching a moan from his mouth. For his part, his hand has drifted over the small piece of cloth separating my treasure from full access. His thumb rubs a pattern over the fabric, and soon I’m panting. 

“Fuck,” I mutter as we separate. 

“Yes please” is his cheeky reply. 

“Dork,” I indict.

“Mhm. Take off that hoodie. Please.” 

Willingly, I oblige. Before the material has hit the floor, he’s capturing my nipple in his mouth, and I throw my head back as fire stokes through my body from my tits to my core. “Shit,” I proclaim. 

His fingers return to the scrap of cloth covering my center. As his thumb teases my clit through the silk, a finger slips underneath and into me. Without thought, I cry out, my lower body rising from the bed to get closer to heaven. 

“Been a while?” His voice is rough, sounding like sandpaper as he dislodges from my breast. 

“Too long,” I pant, “but you’ve always had the power to bring me to the brink just with a look.”

“I see,” he smirks, and normally I would want to smack him, but this time, I find it endearing. 

“I want --” I gesture to his sweats, and he grins. 

“If I refuse?”

“Then my treasure box can close pretty quickly if I don’t have something in my hands.”

Harry laughs. “Fair enough.” Shucking his sweatpants over his hips, I find that he’d chosen not to wear underpants as his cock springs upwards into my waiting hand. 

“Shit. I need lubricant.” I complain. 

We gaze at each other, the lust clear. Jumping up from the sofa, we race together to Glenne and Jeffrey’s bathroom. I scour the lower cabinets while Harry throws open the linen closet. “Got it!” he announces, holding the bottle over his head. 

“Thank God!” My relief is real. Grabbing the bottle from him, I find I can’t move. Now what? Where do we go? We can’t very well do the deed in their bed. 

Grabbing my hand, Harry once more takes the lead, and we end up in his guest bedroom. I gesture at the bed, and he strips off the duvet before lying down on his back. Crawling onto the mattress, I settle between his thighs, tilting the bottle of lube and squeezing a fair amount into my hand. Relaxed, I hold my hand over his cock, allowing droplets to fall. His eyes plead with me, and I grin at him. 

“Impatient, Styles?”

“Desperate for you, Smith.”

With that pronouncement, I wrap both hands around his length, allowing my fingers to glide gently along his shaft. One hand falls underneath where I can tickle his balls playfully. When his hips start bucking, I withdraw from him completely -- albeit slowly with a final few long strokes. 

His eyes fly open, and he pats the bed next to him, so I lie there. 

“Smith…”

“Shhhh. Hush, Styles.”

Miraculously he doesn’t say anything, but he does reach out and shift aside the fabric over my vagina before he delves a finger inside. I know I’m wet. Hell, I can feel the dampness. 

His finger teases me, and I writhe under his attention. 

“Fuck, Styles. I’m gonna…”

“Do it!” he orders, and my lower body creates a bridge as my hips rise into the air while my thighs tremble in ecstasy. 

As I land back onto the bed and earth itself from my recent visit to heaven, Harry carefully removes my panties and throws them over his shoulder. 

“Condom?” He inquires.

“IUD. You clean?”

“Yep. Got tested not long ago. You?”

“Fuck me, Styles. We deserve this.”

“Indeed,” he grins just before he plunges into me, and I cry out at the feel of his length inside me, filling me and touching every part of me. 

“Shit.” My breaths come in short spurts as he pumps into me. I can’t seem to catch my breath as my second orgasm starts building. “Shift to the left, Styles.”

“You got it, Smith. Can you scratch at my back?” 

“You bet.” 

The communication is nice as we guide each other to what pleases us the most. As much as I want to take our time, it’s not nearly long enough before I feel my insides begin to clench in a familiar way. 

“Fuck, Styles. I’m coming!”

“Me too, Smith! Fuuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk!” He stretches the word into multiple syllables as I feel his seed squirting into my womb, stopped only by my birth control. His fingers reach between our bodies as he manipulates my clit until I see stars and arch my lower body to become closer to him. 

Collapsing on top of me, his breathing is as uneven as my own. 

“Merry Christmas, Smith,” he murmurs while we’re still joined. 

“Merry Christmas, Styles,” I reply, hugging his body tightly to mine. No telling if we have a future, but this holiday is going to be one for the books. 

A/N:  This short story is dedicated to those who aren’t able to join family this Christmas due to the Coronavirus.  Be safe.  Be healthy.  Make the best of the situation. Sending you BIG HUGS!

[yunhoez]

Swell

♄ pairings: suna x reader (in their 20s)

♄ genre: romance, angst, bestfriends to lovers (if u keep one eye open)

♄ warnings: cussing, vulnerability talk, suggestive scenes ??, nothing else really

♄ wc: 2.2k

♄ song: only in my dreams - the marias

Chapter 1

3 Years Ago ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

The light scent of honey surrounds you, bubbles pillowing every movement you make, as the warm water sways slightly. Rei sits across from you with her arms folded on the edge of the tub, laying her head on them as she sighs deeply. The relaxing atmosphere and her presence always set your mind at ease, especially with the soft music coming from her record player. Rei lifts her head, stretching her arm to reach the bottle of soju outside of the tub.

“What are you afraid of?” she asks, pouring herself a shot before downing it and raising a brow at you. You hum at the question. It wasn’t something she’s never asked before, rather it was something she always asked when she could tell your mind was elsewhere. When your eyes wandered down to your hands, as you fidgeted with your rings.

“Mice?” you tilt your head and smirk.

“Something other than that!” she laughs and splashes you lightly before handing you your glass filled with the strawberry flavored liquor.

“Vulnerability, I guess.” you answer, sinking back into the bath after placing your empty cup on the side of the tub.

“Really? What about it scares you?”

“How easy it is for people to take advantage of it and toss you to the side after seeing it.”

“Yeah, I get that, but we’ll never know people’s true intentions… so why deny your right to feel everything and express it regardless of the outcome?”

“It’s uncomfortable though, showing people every part of yourself and not knowing where it’ll lead to.”

“Sometimes you have to be uncomfortable in order to move forward and grow.” she shrugs, leaning her elbow on the tub and propping her head on her palm.

“I’d rather be comfortable, it’s a lot safer that way.”

“You sure about that?”

“For right now, yeah.” she nods at your response, as you sigh in content after she accepted your stubbornness. Her lips perk up into a smug smile and she shoots you a teasing glare.

“So, Rintaro, is he your idea of comfort?”

You roll your eyes, sinking deeper into the tub, your knees covering your face as they pop out from the warm water. She continues to stare at you with a teasing smile, waiting eagerly for your response.

“Did you really have to bring him up?”

“Hey, I’m just trying to figure out what comfortable means to you.”

You send her a blank stare, not believing her statement for a moment. Rei met Suna around the same time you did, the both of them hit it off and quickly became best friends. He’d always try to set her up with his teammates or the girls he rejected back in highschool, but she was much more interested in bullying him at the corner store with you, Ava, and Atsumu.

“Fine, he keeps asking about you.” she admits, rolling her eyes with a slight giggle leaving her mouth.

“I knew it.”

She moves closer to you in the tub, taking your hands in hers and pulling you up from the bubbles that collected around you. You place your head on your knees, as she mimics your position.

“C’mon, bubs. What’s going on?”

“He’s not.” you mumble, she swirls the water beneath her with her hands, waiting for you to continue.

“He’s not comfortable. He’s the complete opposite of what I’m used to and it scares me.”

“What are you used to that makes you feel comfortable?”

“Uncertainty, callousness…mended with absolute certainty of security.”

Rei lets out a loud sigh, pouring both herself and you another drink. It’s not that I want these traits in a relationship, it’s just easier to accept when I’ve gone through them already. You thought to yourself, as she placed your glass on your side.

“Maybe you do need therapy.”

You scoff, splashing her and crossing your arms. She laughs and shakes her head at your pouty face before smiling at you.

“You need to let go of the idea that you deserve hostility instead of love.”

You cup your hands in front of you, picking up the bubbles and blowing them towards her in an effort to ignore what she’s saying even if you knew she was right.

“You’re not alone though.” she smiles, picking her glass up. “I’m still working on it too. So, let’s both try to accept love and vulnerability as strengths and not weaknesses, okay?” She boops your nose with her soapy hand before bringing the other one with her glass towards you. You grab your own glass and raise them together, toasting to the new goal she set for both of you.

Present ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Two glasses clink in front of you, bringing you out of your trance. The sound of people conversing amongst themselves becomes louder, as Suna and Atsumu down a shot of Fireball. Ava nudges you lightly with her elbow with a concerned look on her face. You smile, reassuring her you’re okay before your gaze meets Suna’s. He leans close to your ear, his warm breath laced with the strong scent of whiskey sends shivers down your spine.

“Can we talk?”

“Sure.” You mumble.

“Meet me at the back door, yeah?” He shoots you a smile before dashing to the refreshments bar. You let Ava know you’re going for some fresh air, walking slowly to the exit. Your stomach fills with the familiar sense of butterflies, the kind you get when you’re about to drop from the highest point of the rollercoaster. A scary, yet thrilling feeling that you could live without.

Suna comes back with his pockets full, you send him an inquisitive look and he winks in response. He opens the door, waiting for you to step into the chilly air before shutting it and walking in front of you. You both walk up the little hill outside the studio until he finds a spot. He sits down, looking back at you and patting the spot next to him.

“C’mon! Since when are you shy?”

“Shy? No, I just like my personal space.” you scoff, taking your seat next to him. He rolls his eyes, as he hands you a small glass bottle shaped like an apple.

“Got this for you.”

You grab the delicate bottle, running your fingers along the etching of it and smiling to yourself. He blushes slightly at how pleased you look, just like you did when he’d hand you that same brand of apple juice before he went off to practice.

“So, you just carry apple juice with you?”

“Yeah, got a problem with that?”

You deadpan him, unamused at his attempt at a joke. He scoffs, opening his own drink.

“Got it from the bar, stupid.” he takes a sip of his seltzer water and sighs in delight, noticing your lingering gaze. You stifle a laugh before turning away from him.

“What’s so funny?” he questions, staring at you. You shrug, opening your juice and taking a sip of it.

“Just interesting watching someone enjoy TV static.”

“At least I don’t have the tastebuds of a fucking toddler.” he retorts, smirking at your offended expression.

You take another sip of your juice, placing it next to you before flipping him off. He laughs, grabbing your hand that was once telling him to fuck off. You stare at his hand laying on top of yours, the warmth of his calloused hands reminded you how much you missed his touch. He quickly releases your hand after staring at them for a second too long, your hand falling down to your lap slowly. He rubs the back of his head, as the two of you refuse to make eye contact.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

You bring your knees up to your chest, looking out at the city lights as Suna propped himself on his arms to peer up at the stars.

“I’ve always enjoyed this.”

“Hm?” you hum, looking over to him.

“Sitting her in silence, it’s oddly comfortable.”

“Yeah, I guess there’s not many people that find comfort in silence.”

Suna shakes his head, a smile plastered on his face. When was the last time you saw him smile this much? He certainly didn’t smile this much before you parted ways, not even when you two went to school together. The little crinkles next to his honey colored eyes made your heart swell, his usual deadpan look was so full of light that it made your heart flutter in the most uncomfortable way.

“I was talking about being in silence with you, dumbass” he interrupts your thoughts, looking over to you and locking eyes. You cough, looking out towards the city once again.

“It’s cold, huh? I don’t remember it getting this cold here.” you stutter, rubbing your hands on your legs to warm them up. He smirks at your nervousness and shrugs off his jacket, placing it over your shoulders.

“I wasn’t implying I wanted your jacket.”

“I know, feel free to take it off.”

You roll your eyes, adjusting his jacket on yourself. The spicy sweet scent of his cologne lingered on the fabric, making you miss all those times he’d leave his clothes at your place ‘in case you missed him’ he’d say.

“Aren’t you cold?”

“Honestly, my nerves are enough to keep me warm right now.” he admits, staring off at the skyline. You smile at his honesty, whenever you were around Suna you knew you’d always get a straight answer. And although that made you feel at ease, it also scared you.

“Hey, why didn’t you try-”

“I’ve missed you.” he cuts you off, his gaze still fixed on the city. You cuddle further into his jacket, inhaling the comforting scent. “And being here with you right now feels like nothings changed.” Well shit.

“I know… it’s annoying.” you mutter. He turns to you, frustration evident on your face as you huff and stretch out your legs. “Nothing ever changes here and it’s irritating.”

“Why is that?” he smirks, enjoying your little fit of anger that he couldn’t get enough of.

“Everything in this world is subject to change. Nothing ever stays the same for long, and if it does it’s just waiting to be destroyed.” he stares at you intently, as you continue to rant and stare out at the city, as if preaching to a group of people. “Everyone loves nostalgia, but never stops to think about how change is inevitable. Being comfortable without changes sets you up for failure. A sense of false hope that’ll kill you in the end.” you take a deep breath, realizing you went off on a tangent and look over to Suna, who’s gazing lovingly at you.

“What’s with the dumb smile on your face?”

“I just like hearing you talk, it feels like old times.”

“Did you even listen to a word I said?” you scoff, rising from the ground and walking a few feet in front of you to pace around. “Jeez, it’s like talking to a wall. Nothing’s the same about us, so stop acting-” you pause at the realization of what you were about to say. You avert your gaze to the city, feeling the chill in the air while the heat burns through your cheeks. Suna lets out a small laugh and walks over to where you are, standing dangerously close to you.

“You’re so stupid sometimes, ya know?” he jokes, nudging you softly. “I know nothing’s the same between us. It never will be, but I’d like to try to start something new.” he sighs, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “You can blame it on nostalgia or comfort, sure. But what is it about being comfortable that scares you?” you freeze at his question, realizing how much you’ve changed since that conversation with Rei. Suna peers down at you, giggling before pulling the hood of his jacket over your head.

“Let’s head back in before Rei thinks something’s up.” he tells you, walking away from you slowly. You follow, walking in front of him before stopping right at the door and handing him his jacket. He sends you a confused look, as he takes it back.

“For the record, I never said I was scared of it. It’s just annoying.”

He gazes down at you and nods, putting his jacket on. A small smile tugs at your lips as he fumbles around his pockets, pulling out a lollipop. He raises a brow at you and you turn around to open the door. He pushes it closed with his arm, caging you between him and the heavy door. You turn to face him, his warm breath fanning over your face, the faint scent of cinnamon still lingering. He brings his arm back, unwrapping the candy and pocketing the trash.

“What flavor?”

“See for yourself.” you tease.

He smirks, bringing it to his mouth slowly. You watch him, not sure why you haven’t moved an inch. He was no longer caging you, but his captivating movements that were so foreign to you kept you from walking away. He brings his hand to cup your cheek softly, his thumb running over your lip and parting them slowly. You obey him, the heat in your stomach building, telling you not to get too close... again. The hard candy slips past your lips, the sweet taste of cherry tackles your taste buds as he pops it out of your mouth, gazing at you with an inquisitive look.

“Cherry.” you tell him, turning away and opening the door.

“Thanks, pretty.” he hums, popping the lollipop into his mouth as he watches you leave his side.

a/n: ahh hi hi, I hope you enjoyed chp 2! more suna content in this one hehe, I have a lot more in store for this so pls let me know what y'all think! kisses xx

[jungshookz]

Im going to need you to do me a solid and put my heart back together after you broke it with that library!Joon break up cliff hanger drabble. I know you can fix this, I need you to fix this. I can't function knowing my favourite pairing ended up at that point without closure. 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I beg of you, heal our hearts. 💜💜💜

i’m here with my peppa pig bandaids and i’m ready to mend some broken hearts :D

also whAT is namjoon doing with his face in this gif hfshjkjs

➺ pairing; kim namjoon x reader

➺ genre; librarian!jooniverse

➺ wordcount: 1.6k

➺ what to expect; “i will accept this breakup if you can give me one logical reason as to why we don’t belong together.”

                                     ➽───────────────❥

you know

now that you think about it, it probably wasn’t a good idea to break up with namjoon because a) he is the absolute love of your life and you can’t imagine going on without him but aLSO b) …the two of you are co-workers

so it was a little awkward coming into the library this morning and seeing namjoon sitting behind the counter

and it was a little awkward saying good morning to him when four days ago you told him that it’d be better for the two of you if you didn’t see each other anymore

and it was especially awkward having to put books back into their slots while namjoon was pushing the book cart along right behind you

he usually reads the serial number out loud so that you know exactly where to put the book back in a quick and efficient manner but instead he just handed the books to you without a single peep

you’re finding it pretty hard to (no pun intended) read namjoon

usually it’s easy to tell how he’s feeling whenever you look at his face but right now it’s just… nothing.

you see nothing

there’s so much that you want to say to him but it’s pretty clear that he doesn’t want to talk to you right now

which is completely understandable, of course

every time you close your eyes you just see namjoon’s sad little face staring right back at you

and-

“i will accept this breakup if you can give me one logical reason as to why we don’t belong together.” the sound of books being ploppED onto the counter has you looking up from the monitor

“what?”

namjoon props both his arms up onto the pile of books before resting his cheek against his fist, “you heard me.”

“i-“ you clear your throat before letting out a chuckle, “i really don’t think right now is an appropriate time to be discussing-“

“no, now is the perfect time. we’re in the middle of a global pandemic. there’s literally nobody here.” namjoon reaches up to push up his glasses, “go on, y/n. just one good reason to explain why our relationship didn’t work out.”

one good reason

okay

easy!

“fine.” you lean back against the chair and cross your arms, “we’re complete opposites in terms of everything. you like classical music, i like pop. you like mustard, i’m more of a mayonnaise fan. you like oranges, i like apples. you prefer a night in, whereas i prefer to go out. it’s as simple as that, namjoon.”

ha!

you think that was a pretty solid point

you give yourself a mental pat on the back before looking up at namjoon with a particularly cocky smile

opposites attract, sure… but not complete opposites, right??

you can’t be with someone who supposedly isn’t compatible with you whatsoever!

“that would’ve been a good argument, except for the fact that you love that we’re complete opposites.” namjoon points out, “you once said that it adds more spice to our relationship.”

you poke your tongue against the inside of your cheek when you realise that namjoon is (unsurprisingly) correct

you DO love that the two of you are like water and oil because it just makes you appreciate and love namjoon more!!

you love hearing him talk to you about the history of the fibonacci sequence (well, you don’t loVe hearing about it, but still) because it makes you think about how lucky you are that you get to learn about new things every day!

okay, well…

you can come up with something else, right?

“we’re breaking up because… you’re too dorky for me and… i don’t vibe with that aesthetic, you know?” you shrug before shaking your head

yeah okay

that definitely wasn’t a good reason

now you’re just grasping at straws

namjoon scoffs and resists the urge to burst into a maniacal CACKLE

that’s a funny joke!!!

tell another one!!!

“hey, remember that time you wore my glasses AND one of my cardigans while riding my-“

you immediately shoot up from your chair before slapping a hand over namjoon’s mouth

“okay, fine, whatever-“ you grumble as you pull your hand away, “i don’t know, then. i guess i… i don’t know.”

namjoon is quiet for a couple of seconds before he speaks up again, “do you love me?”

that question has you looking straight up at him and you find yourself nodding before you even know it, “of course i love you.”

“okay.” namjoon nods, “and you know that i feel the same way about you, right? you know i love you.”

you’re not sure why but your throat is starting to tickle and you can feel your eyes starting to glaze over a little

you immediately lower your gaze

god

you already hate crying in general

and now you’re doing it in public?????

you big old baBY

“y/n…” namjoon reaches over to cup your cheek with his hand and you nuzzle into it instinctively, “i love you, you know that. i just… i’m struggling to understand why you… why you’re giving up on us… you have to meet me halfway here-“

“-i feel like i’m not good enough for you!” you’re bursting into tears a millisecond later and namjoon’s heart clenches in his chest at the sight of you being so clearly distraught over him

“baby, no-!” namjoon abandons his books to join you behind the counter, “how could you ever think that??”

he sits down in his own chair and you let him plop you down onto his lap

“you’re just- you’re so sm-smart and i, i literally don’t know an-anything and i-i always feel so stu-stupid-“ you sob and reach up to wipe at your hot cheeks, “i just- i just feel like you’d be happier with someone who’s more on your l-level and i’m clearly not that person-“

“y/n-“ namjoon shakes his head, “you-“

“i j-just want you to be happy and i thought this would be the right decision-“

“y/n!” namjoon reaches up to pinch your lips shuT in between his pointer finger and his thumb, “i need you to stop talking and just listen to me.”

you sniffle before nodding

namjoon pulls his hand away before resting his arm over your lap, “i’m sorry, but you don’t get to decide how i feel about you. you don’t get to break us up because you think that i think that i’ll be happier without you, it’s as simple as that! i’m aware that you’re… a little insecure when it comes to our… intelligence levels…”

oop

okay

there might’ve been a better way to phrase that because it just sounds like he’s calling you stupid

which you’re not!!!!!!!

you’re not stupid at all!!!!!!

you just… need to have better note-taking and studying habits, that’s all!

namjoon’s never been great at comforting people and that’s pretty evident at this moment in time

“i’m sorry if i’ve ever made you feel like you’re not smart enough for me, or that you’re not good enough for me. i never ever want to hurt you and i promise i’ll try to be more careful with what i say and how i respond to your questions.” namjoon reaches up to dab away your tears with his handkerchief, “y/n, you… you are so perfect for me, you know? if anything, i should be the one worrying that i’m not good enough for you! you’re- you’re literally the girl of my dreams.”

“i am?” your bottom lip begins to tremble again

jesus christ

why are you so weepy today?!?

“i mean, you were there, you saw how hard i was pining after you before we got together! i made lunch for you, i gave you one of my pocket candies- and i never give anyone my precious caramels!” namjoon points at the extra stash of caramels sitting behind his monitor and you can’t help but smile, “so, i guess the short version of what i’m trying to say is that i love you, and you’re not stupid. …unless you still want to go through with this breakup - in that case, i think you’re being very stupid-!”

you push namjoon’s head back gently before leaning down to press your lips against his in a soft little kiss

the apples of his cheeks are bright pink when you pull away and you grin when he wraps his fingers around the nape of your neck to bring you back down to him

heh

it’s only been four days but he really missed your kisses

“you have my heart, kim namjoon.” you whisper lightly

namjoon resists the urge to pull a page out of your book and start clowning you for that CHEESY eye-roll worthy line

“i know.” he smiles proudly as he gives your thigh a pat, “so… does this mean that we’re boyfriend and girlfriend again?”

you pull away with a snort, “you sound like a third grader when you say it like that-”

“we’re back together for one second and you’re already starting to bully me-“

“can you blame me? you’re so easy to bully-”

help me help you make your wishes come tru (aka send me a request)

requested drabbles masterlist

[mackeydoodledoo]

Heart Flutter

Part 1 of the “Not So Cold After All” Series!

Pairing: Jade Thirlwall x (Fem!)Reader

Summary: You were a very caring child, no matter how many times mean kids would try and discourage you. However, there was one in particular girl that caught your eye; Jade Thirlwall, she'd always drive your bullies away, but would always act sour around you. However, years, many years go by and you practically forget about your “Barely Notices You” crush however, your paths cross again, when you realize you are Little Mixs' touring bassist, seeing Jade for the first time in years, resurfacing some unspoken love.

Warnings: Angst(?)

A/N: This is in 1st person, Bold = Thoughts, Italics = Singing

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As I tune up my bass guitar I begin warming up with some scales; my met in my earbuds. I watch as my best friend; who's the keyboardist as well. The both of us are in a band; which we formed while we were drunk. Us two have been personally asked by Little mixs' producers, as us two have been performing gigs and getting a lot of good reviews from whomever sees us in concert. However, this is the first time we've been on tour. 

"This is a first," I chuckle, as I finish warming up 

"Now Y/N, when Little Mix comes on stage, you have to remember er to pick your jaw up off the floor-" 

I punch Laura's shoulder and walk away. Being lesbian sure sucks often.. because unlike me, I see a pretty girl or woman.. I gawk. My lesbian shows. 

"I hate you sometimes," I say 

Currently, our band is a duo. We were unsuccessful finding a drummer and a guitarist. But we're surprised that we made it work with a keyboardist and a bassist. However, we mostly did gigs for a living. We have tik tok and instagram. I mann Instagram while Laura manns the tik tok. We have posted some covers, bass line covers and keyboard covers. However most of the time, Laura is the lead whilst I back vocal or even don't vocal at all. I'm still trying to learn how to sing and play instruments at the same time. 

"Who'da thunk a duo band would end up becoming apart of a live band for Little Mix?" Laura asks 

"Not me," I laugh, blowing raspberries, "Thank god the song 'Black Magic' was on my sister's playlist. Otherwise we wouldn't be here." 

I begin playing the Black Magic Bass line by memory. It was difficult figuring this song out because there were no tabs for it until I had to listen to a cover that played the same song. For as long as I needed to I had managed to memorize it. But looking over the written tabs I did for a refresher. 

Full of Honey Just to make him sweet Crystal balling Just to help him see What he's been missing  So come and get it- 

I hear a voice that finished out the verse before the Chorus. I stop playing and look up. I feel my eyes widen slightly as I lay eyes on a familiar face. 

"J-Jade?" I call out 

"Y/N?" She calls out, "Is it really you?" 

"It’s me," I smile, gently swinging my Bass around behind me so I could give Jade a hug 

The hug is a lot more firm the last time I remember. But I felt that I did the same. 

"I'm glad you're here," she says, "We have so much to catch up on." 

My heart skipped a beat I swear... 

Wait.... She was never this enthused to see me. Why is she bringing it all back up now? 

"Y-Yeah," I smile 

She walks away to go back into rehearsal with her girls and I begin doing my own warm up. 

I pack up my bass for the evening to begin heading out to Ireland for the first part of the tour. 

"Y/N," a voice calls out 

I swing my bass case around my shoulders and smile, "Hey Jade." 

"Look," she begins, "I know where we left off all that time ago-" 

"It’s alright Jade," I interject, "I'm over it really. Besides, I think this suits you well." 

"I know it's just," she says, "I never thought about the whole thing until I saw you earlier. For the first time in years and-" 

I gently tug on Jade's arm and wrap my arms around her. Instinctively rubbing my thumb gently on the small of her back. 

"Lets leave it at this-," I suggest 

Jade pulls away to look at me, not letting me finish the rest of the sentence. 

"For now," I add, "Once the whole tour goes over, maybe.... Before Laura and I go back to the states, we could get dinner... Talk about life.... You know." 

"I'd like that love," Jade says, "I'd like that a lot." 

There goes Jade again... Calling me "love". It had always made my heart flutter. Then it would go all to my stomach and it'd ache from the giddy feeling of being in her presence. I remember when she would call me that when she finds me alone at the playground. But then when I felt better she would go back to her other friends. However, it didn't phase my little kid self as I knew she was doing it to make me feel better. 

When Laura and I haul our instruments onto the carrier for cargo, a handful of fans try to get pictures, autographs of sorts with the girls of Little mIx, giving little attention to us. However, we were fine with that. Jax, Becca, Laura and I were okay sticking into the shadows. However, we waited on the other side of the gate to wait for them. 

"Ngl I wish we could at least been asked to get in a picture," Jax pouts 

"And be in that chaos?" Becca asks, laughing 

When I look back over, Jade was the last to enter the gate to our flight and I notice in time she tripped over somebody's foot and I instinctively dove down to catch her. I catch her a few inches from her face making contact with the ground. I help her gain her bearings and through the gate. 

"You alright there?" I ask, brushing off dust from her hip line 

"Yeah," she answers, "Thanks love." 

I stop brushing her down and look up at her. I smile gently at Jade and rise back up slowly, to avoid being lightheaded. Jade and I walk back to everyone else and follow them towards the terminal gate. I notice Jade clinging onto me like a Koala clinging onto a tree branch. 

"Jade," I ask 

"Hmm?" She asks 

"You alright? You're hanging onto my arm kinda tight there. Like I'm almost going to fall if you yank even further." I say 

She smiles but reluctantly lets go of my arm. However, our fingers are coiled together. I notice Jade hunching her shoulders. I regretfully uncoil my fingers and take off my leather jacket and put it around her. I coil my fingers again and smile as she looks at me, as if I kissed her. 

"Thanks Y/N," Jade smiles 

"Always," I smile, us two catching up with the rest of the girls 

"Aren't you cold though Y/N?" She asks 

"Actually," I start, "My body temperature runs warmer than the average. So I was pretty sweaty not a minute ago." 

"Wish that could be me," Jade sighs 

We get onto the flight however, Jade and I pay ways as she seats herself next to Leigh-Anne. I sit next to Laura and immediately put in my headphones to help zone out. I look out the window as the plane takes off into the night. As I begin getting lost in my music, I didn't even feel Laura tap on my shoulder until she punches it, dragging me back into reality.

“Ow what?!” I ask

Laura points over to Jade right across the isle and she smiles and waves at me. I do the same.

“Can I sit next to you love?” she asks

Laura nods as she and Jade switch spots. I smile as Laura smirks at me. Jade leans over and looks onto my phone.

“What are you listening to?” she asks

“A band called ‘Crimson Apple’,” I say, “Want to listen with me?”

She happily nods as I give her the left earbud, “I’m currently listening to one of their songs called ‘Shower’.”

She nods as she slowly leans onto my shoulder. All the while Colby Benson’s voice is serenading the both of us. I gently lean my head on hers as I close my eyes. 

When I open my eyes again, I feel an arm wrapped around me. I straighten myself out and look up to see Jade.

“Well good morning sleepyhead,” She smiles, “We’re about to land.”

“How long was I asleep?” I ask

“Only an hour,” She answers, “You’re a real heavy sleeper.”

“Well, in this case I didn;t was anyone to slap my face to wake me up,” I say

As the plane lands I swing my backpack; that had been laying on the floor the entire time around my back and wait for Jade to grab whatever she had brought onto the flight. 

 As we exit the plane and make our way toward the exit, Jade’s fingers coil around mine. Smiling, but not having her know I was happy, I tighten the grip gently. Letting her know I’m okay with her holding my hand. As we reach the exit, there were fans already near the cab we were taking to the hotel. As much as I respect the fans, I absolutely dislike it when they crowd around us. Especially the girls. However, there were security personnel there to help all of us get to the cab easy.

“Are you dating the live band bassist Jade?” a fan asks

I turn to the direction of the sound however, Jade tugs at my arm, to which now I’m in front of her. I sigh and look back into the direction of the fan who asked.

“That’s for us to know and for all of you lot to never find out,” I answer back, smiling smuggish, then drag Jade into the cab

“Did you actually mean to begin talking in an english accent when you said that?” Jade asks

“What” I ask

“When you answered the fans you spoke in an english accent,” Jade laughs, “How did you not notice?”

Everyone began laughing and agreeing with Jade. Laura teases me at how I did even notice I began talking in an english accent.

“But I’m going to be honest that was really good though,” Perrie states

“Really?” I ask, “It’s not very perfect because I still can’t pronounce words very well when I talk like this. But, It’s there. It’s something.”

I laugh as Jesy begins cackling. Of all things I could love about Jesy, It’d be her laugh. 

 When we arrive to the hotel, we only had little time to wind down and even remotely change clothes as we had a show tomorrow night. 

“No rest for the wicked,” I smile, swinging my case around

“Not for us Explorers,” Laura smiles

We catch up to the rest of the band and Little Mix as we again head off into the city to head to the arena for rehearsal.

As we finish out rehearsal for tonight, Jesy, Jade, Perrie and Leigh-Anne turn to us. I look at Jade, as if I was going to hear the biggest spoiler of a lifetime.

“We want to hear you guys individually play a song for us,” Jesy announces, “We want to see your skills individually.”

My eyes widen… I’m not even a great bassist… How tf am I gonna impress all four of these girls? The girls were doubtful when they noticed me looking like I saw a ghost. Laura stands in front of me, “Yo this could be your chance to show Jade your bass skills!”

“Knowing people are watching?” I ask, “How am I gonna do this?!”

“Pretend they’re not there,” Laura demands, “Pretend it’s just you, the spotlight and your bass. Basically let the music take your soul and perform with that!”

I inhale and exhale and nod. Jade suggested I go last for reasons unknown however, Becca, Laura and Jax didn’t mind at all. 

Anxiety runs its course, I stretch out my wrists excessively, I play the song I’m planning to play; Planetary (GO!) By My Chemical Romance. Their bass lines are awesome to play, this bass line being my favorite. It's difficult but it's fun. 

"Hey you," Jade comes up to me, "You doing alright?"

"Y-yeah I'm alright Jade," I say, "I've only been a bassist for a couple of years and I'm in front of professionals."

"Oh love," Jade starts, "It's gonna be okay. You're gonna do great. I promise you."

I inhale and exhale and watch Jax finish up her set; hearing her play the last couple of notes. As I walk out onto the stage, Jax pats my shoulder as she passes by me. Jade goes out into the audience to sit next to her girls to watch me. I hook up my phone to record my run onto one of the amps  and then walk towards the microphone.

"So this bass line was one of the most difficult ones to learn," I start, "However, it was also really fun to play so I'm going to showcase that same one here tonight."

I motion for the sound audio people to start the song I talked over with the sound audio team and for a second, the tour manager and Little Mix were caught off guard with the siren sound in the intro. As the first verse plays I just do some eighth notes; simple however, when it gets to the pre-chorus, I begin jamming out; every note I rung out, I “overdo it” and head bang into the notes. I hear Jade cheer as I play sixteenth on the 12th fret on the A string (the second lowest string on a 4-string bass).

 As I play the chorus I begin to jump around and headbang as I play it. I make eye contact with Jade and lean down to play to her. I watch her as she begins acting like my biggest fan. I was okay with that. 

 As I play the last two notes on my part to the song. I feel sweat run down the side of my head as I look over and Jade is running over to me. With only a split second to swing my bass around, she immediately jumps into my arms.

“Bloody hell Y/N!” she yells, “You were amazing!”

As she pulls away, our faces stay inches away from each others’ and we smile at each other. She looks so beautiful Holy sh*t… 

“I knew we chose a great bass player,” Jade smiles

Perrie, Jesy and Leigh-Anne agree. I look to Jax, Becca and Laura and they give me a thumbs up. This is going to be the coolest tour ever.

Part 2

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #381

“don’t try to be the one person who has stayed just to say they never left me”

Do you feel bored with your life? Always. Do you miss anyone who was mean to you in the past? I sometimes miss Colleen, but I know it's for the better that we no longer associate with each other. What’s the most weight you’ve ever gained from a medication? I don't know, but a fuck of a lot. Thanks, Abilify. Have you ever been suicidal? Yes. Do you pray? If yes, to whom? No. What do you miss about high school? Memories with Jason. What do you miss the most about college? Socializing. What was the best date you’ve ever been on? A triple date to an arcade w/ Jason and friends. What’s the last great song you discovered? The most recent one? I don't know, really. Do you feel free to post how you feel on Facebook? Yeah. Don't like what I post, delete me. Have you ever done cocaine? Yikes, no thanks. Do you think you’ll ever get married? Do you want to? I sometimes wonder if I ever will. I'm scared of just continuing to be an unemployed leech that is doing nothing significant with her life, in which case it's like, why even be with me romantically. I feel like such a dead end street. I want to get married someday. Who do you care about the most? When it comes down to it, probably my mom. Have you ever made out on a couch? Yeah. Would you ever get gauged ears? I want small gauges, actually. When it comes to clothing, are you the conservative type? Yes, because I hate my body and don't want others to see it. Do you enjoy eating? I wish I didn't. Have you ever ridden in a race car? No. Do you go out of your way to impress the opposite gender? No. Do you enjoy history? Not really, no. It bores me. Are you a pajama person or do you stay dressed all day? I'm just about always in my pjs. Do you value looks or personality more? Personality is way more important. Have you ever changed religions? Yeah. Born Roman Catholic, converted to Christianity when I further understood the differences, then I went to how I am now: I believe in something(s), but I don't quite know what. I wouldn't call myself a Neo-Pagan, but it's what I relate most to. Would you ever wear fake eyelashes? I would for like, my wedding. Foo fighters vs. Red Hot Chili Peppers: I'm actually not a big fan of either. Are you a fan of the SAW movies? I don't really watch them. Do you ever forget how old your siblings are? My two immediate sisters, I'm sometimes a year off. All my others, yes. :x Mountain Dew or Sprite? Mountain Dew, of course. I really don't like Sprite now, which is ironic because as a kid, it was my favorite soda. Could you ever give yourself a shot? Yeah. Have you ever worked as a cashier? That was one of my duties when I worked at a dollar store. If you are on birth control that allows you take pills and skip your period, how often do you opt to skip it? How come? My birth control doesn't allow me to skip, but rather, it regulates it. Is there a book series where you loved the first book, but for some reason the other books in the series just didn’t measure up? I can't say that, no, as most series I just kinda fell out of, like The Hunger Games. LOVED the first book, started the second, and even though I was enjoying it, I just stopped for some reason? Are there any stores/restaurants that you would like to shop/eat at, but there aren’t any located near enough to you? Haha yeah, like lots of west coast fast food places like Jack n' the Box or however it's formatted. If you were told by a professional that you were unable to become pregnant, how would that affect you? Is there something important to you about conceiving a biological child rather than adoption? And finally, if you even want to have children, would you choose adoption or surrogacy or would you go on childless? I don't even want kids, so honestly, I'd be stoked if I learned I was infertile. Wouldn't need to worry about the chance of getting pregnant and facing an abortion dilemma. Is there something that you did not used to take seriously, that you either now take seriously or wish that you had in the past (e.g., a relationship that you miss, your education, etc.)? Hm. I don't know. Are there any subjects that you are interested in so much that you would read whole books or academic journals about them? Meerkats, especially. I will read EVERY scientific article about them I find. Are you physically affectionate with your friends? I'm a hugger. When you were in middle school and high school, did you witness a lot of bullying? How did the teachers react to name-calling or violence? Not really, thankfully. Are any of your friends/relatives actually impressive artists or writers? Are you willing to share an example of their work? Yeah. I have a cousin who's really good at drawing, and my sister is a wonderful cake decorator. Do you drink more apple or orange juice? Orange. Could you forgive your best friend for sleeping with your gf/bf? My hypothetical bf/gf, no. Would you ever donate blood? I have before, and I would again if I knew I was hydrated enough and the opportunity was right there. Would you rather drink coffee or tea? Ugh, neither. Do you get easily embarrassed? YES. How long was your longest make out? TMI alert, like all night. If the person who hurt you most said they’re sorry would you believe them? I honestly don't know. Do you have sensitive skin? Very. What color is your mum's car? White. Do you live in an apartment? No. Do you have a pet fish? Nope. Are you happy with your eye color? I wish they were a more sapphire blue. Solid soap bar or liquid body wash? Absolutely liquid body wash. What color do you want your dream car to be? Baby pink. *-* Do you have more then one favorite band? I say I do, but at the same time I know Ozzy Osbourne will ALWAYS be #1. Do you prefer being single or in a relationship? In a relationship. But it's absolutely not something I'm about to force just for the sake of being in one. Would you be really upset if Facebook ceased to exist tomorrow? Nah. Have you or would you try shark meat? No to both. Do you know anyone that's pescatarian? No. Someone I watch on YouTube is, though. Are you shy or over confident around your crushes? Super shy. Do you think the govt. has a cure for cancer, but is hiding it from public? Hell, I think it's very well possible, but I lean more towards for financial hoarding, they simply don't further pursue potential cures that are discovered. I mean, just THINK about all the "future cures" you've read or heard about. It's fucking outrageous. It's all to fuel the medical industry. Okay, tin hat coming off. Last time you drank a diet soda? A very long time ago, because diet soda gives me a massive headache. Was your ex born in America? Only one wasn't. Name your favorite type of music and why. Metal. I for one just like the sound, and I find it very therapeutic when I'm especially mad or sad. Even when I'm in a good mood, I just enjoy it. I also feel that a lot of metal songs tell interesting stories and/or have very poetic lyrics. Do you own or have you read, or thought of reading any self-help books? I haven't, but I've considered it. Can you breakdance? Definitely not. Have you ever read a book and not understood it? If so which one? Yes. We were assigned this one war novel in middle school that was FUCKING AWFUL, like I was checked out the whole time. I don't remember its name or anything. Have you ever watched a movie and not understood it? If so which one? Yes; the Warcraft movie I mentioned in a recent survey. Orcs and their fucking deep-ass voice that I couldn't understand. Do you blowdry your hair? No. Tell me about your dream last night. Omfgggggg y'all. So, there's one invert pet that I've never understood the keeping appeal of, and that's giant centipedes. Their bites are notoriously excruciating, and they are just SO goddamn fast. Well, for some godforsaken reason, I wanted one as a pet. Got one, and it immediately got loose. Guess who wanted to shit herself lmao. Centipedes are very cool, but only from a distance, ya feel? Have you ever stayed in a fancy high-class rich hotel? No. Have you ever stayed in a rent-by-the-hour motel? I don't think so. Describe the worst fight you’ve ever been in whether physical or verbal. I'm not entirely sure about my *worst*, but I know it was with Mom. We've had a few. Have you heated any food in your microwave today? Yeah, a shrimp alfredo Lean Cuisine bowl. Do you own any items of clothing with cartoon characters on them? Yes. Have you ever played Animal Crossing? No, it doesn't seem like my kinda game. Do you own anything (e.g jewelry, accessories) with your initial on it? Yes, but none of which I personally bought because I don't really like them. Do you own any cats or dogs? What are their names? I have a cat named Roman. <3 Have you added any books to your shelves lately? Which? No. Have you bought any new cosmetics or toiletries lately? Which? No. Do your pets have a specific type of food that they prefer? Roman will eat whatever cat food he's given, while Venus, like your average ball python, is a picky eater. Like when I first got her, she wouldn't eat for almost a year because I just couldn't find a method through which she'd accept food. Now she consistently takes frozen/thawed small rats that have actually sat in warm water (versus doing it by hand under running water), and she generally won't strike it unless it's offered to her by tongs, but not dangling by the tail. Picky, picky miss thang. What's your favourite variety of apple? I'm not very particular about flavor so long as the apple is crisp. I canNOT do soft apples. Which of your physical features do you receive the most compliments about? My hair.

[scandeniall]

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dark content? Yeah I dont write that yall.

✰ hi im rianne (but u can also call me ri)

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✰ i don’t write requests in order. sometimes i struggle with a request, some speak to me more than others, or you request a character thats harder for me to write for. But, as of now while my requests arent too large, I will get to all at some point

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*I dont do matchups because sry that’s hard 💀 ya girl did ships back in the day and i don’t need that stress again

✰ things i will write/do

✰  answer thirst asks

✰  semi nsfw (until i learn how to write smut, bc rn i SUCK)

✰ fluff is always cute too!

✰ song prompts aka almost all i do lol 

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✰  high school (sorry yall them days are behind me)

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✰ abuse, self harm, yandere, incest *I prefer not to do bullying but depending on the request I may be able to, dub/non con. To summarize: I dont do dark content

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any | can write but may take longer/ might be ooc

✰ nekoma

kuroo

✰ aoba johsai

3rd years

✰  fukurodani

bokuto, akaashi, konoha

✰  inarizaki

atsumu, suna, osamu, aran

✰ other

sakusa

[trashinaglass-archive]

hii! could you do peter parker x fem!reader where she is super popular and one day flash bullies peter in front of her and she protects peter (like that scene from mean girls where regina tells jason to shave his back) tyy

This doesn’t have much Peter dialouge, but I liked it

Different day, same boring lunch. You always wished school lunches could be nice like in the movies, but they were always the worst.

“Wouldn’t it be lit if this was like High School Musical and the popular people got special lunches?” Your friend asked as she pushed the fork around the meaty muck on the plate.

“You mean Sharpay?” You asked, as you noticed the boy about to sit down.

“Speak for yourself, Sunshine,” Flash boasted as he sat next to you, a plate of actual food sitting in front of him.

“Are you joking? Who did you blow to get that?” Your friend asked, a hint of jealousy in her voice.

“Well when you have as much money as me, you can afford to pull a few strings,” he smirked at you. You rolled your eyes, your attention quickly averting to a body that was falling toward your table.

“Watch- out,” you said as he hit the table hard. His shirt was covered in the red meat sauce, chunks of meat falling as he stood up.

“Sorry,” he muttered. He looked up, meeting your eyes as with an embarrassed expression behind the brown spheres.

“Pfft!” Flash scoffed out a laugh. “Perfect- lunch of a king with the entertainment of a fool falling at my feet. Great idea, Penis Parker.” He raised the plastic glass filled with what you guessed was apple juice into the air before taking a sip.

“At least he’s entertaining. Unlike some I know,” you fired at Flash before looking at Peter. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I um,” he began to stumble over his words. “I’m good. Thanks.”

“Too bad your nerd shirt is ruined though. I really enjoy them,” he said sarcastically.

“I might have a shirt you can borrow- I take from my brother all the time,” you told him. “Why don’t you sit with us, Peter?” You looked at the boy as he looked shocked, not sure what to say.

“Are you kidding? This table is for pretty people only,” Flash argued.

“Then why are you here?” You shot back. “I’m sure there’s a table for the rich- why don’t you give Peter your spot?” You smiled innocently as he looked between you and his enemy, letting out a groan as he forcefully stood up, walking away. “Thanks, sweets,” you called after him. Looking at Peter again you tapped the table next to you, motioning for him to sit.

“How’d you do that? He never listens to anyone,” Peter asked as he sat beside you.

“When a guy has a crush on you, you can get him to do just about anything,” you shrugged.

[szopenhauer]

Have you ever tried to walk on a moving vehicle and fallen over?: I didn’t fall When was the last time you were a passenger in a car and sat in the back?: I always sit in the back

What is the longest your hair has ever been?: to my butt Who does the grocery shopping in your household?: we all do but me and dad most often What is the best thing you’ve ever bought at a thrift shop?: I bought so many things! Have you ever been pulled aside by security at the airport?: not applicable Do you watch The Simpsons regularly?: I don’t but I like this show anyway :) Did you ever go to summer camp when you were younger?: twice Do you know anyone who is fluent in a second tongue?: me Have you ever been pressured into doing drugs? Did you say yes or no?: I said no

When you were younger, did you have a swing set or a playhouse in your backyard? had a swing Do you burn incense? I heard it causes cancer :(

Does being in love make you nervous? yep Have you ever been so quiet that nobody noticed that you were there? from what I remember Did you ever stop having feelings for someone and then started having those feelings again for them? yeah Do you stay home when you are sick or do you still go out? stay home What’s your relationship with the person you last texted? we’re datinh Have you had more than 3 gfs at the same time? nooo Are you in a good mood right now? sigh... Have you kissed someone with braces? I have XD Who’s your favorite redhead? real, celeb or character?

How do you feel about being in the house alone? cool When was the last time you burnt your mouth from eating something too hot? it happens often as I don’t feel it being hot most of the time :( Do you prefer instrumental songs or ones with lyrics? lyrics Do you have any old friends who you still kinda speak to but it’s awkward? sigh...  When was the last time you used a quote from a movie in real life? today? Do you forget things easily? depends/some

Would/Do you like having brown eyes? maybe Do you spend a lot of time on the internet? too much Have you bought anyone a Christmas gift? not yet

What is one of your favorite compliments to recieve? compliments are awkward :x Do you compliment other random people? rarely What do you use Facebook for? texting mostly Do you love cartoons? some are nice Do you paint your own nails? I did

Describe your style in one word. comfy Describe your current personality in one or two words. complicated Are you afraid of child birth/pregnancy? it’s one of the reasons why I don’t want any kids What are you favorite bottoms to wear? leggings or pajama pants Do you like dresses? not really Do you eat cake with a spoon or a fork? tiny fork but spoon is fine as well What is your favorite sex position? ;) I'm not a fan of sex What color will you paint your nails next? black if any Are you afraid of ghosts/hauntings? kinda What is your favorite game to play with family/friends? board games and/or car racing games with dad What is your beer of choice? I don’t drink beer Do you like glitter? could say so Have you ever owned a Ouija board? hell no Do you like to text? it seems If you had to be an animal for Halloween, what would it be? bat, cat or wolf (eventually a raccoon but it’s not a Halloween related animal) Do you have more dry skin or oily skin? mixed

Name something that starts with the first letter of your first name. zoo Name something that starts with the first letter of your middle name? - And your lastname. chicken Would you spend 20 dollars on a candle? no way What is the goriest thing you’ve seen in real life? hmm... Twilight or Harry Potter? HP Would you rather be a vampire or a mermaid? vampire P.E or Math? Math or Science? dunno What do you do when someone is really rude to you in public? hard to tell Do you argue with your significant other a lot? we don’t argue  Have you ever had a really painful breakup? they were painful to me What do you like to write with? my hands lmfao Do you prefer to be pale or tan? Don’t say in between. pale What is your favorite thing about Christmas? decorations and gifts but also spending time with my parents Do you prefer white or black electronics? black A stranger comes up to you and gives you a big hug, what do you do? :o Do your eyes tear up when you’re nervous? might Apples or Bananas? apples Water or Milk? water Would you milk a cow given the chance? it’s weird Where do you shop for your underwear? I don’t have a fav place to do that

Do you feel more comfortable sleeping in your own bed or in a hotel bed? my own 

Do you prefer to travel by plane, car, or boat? car

Who is your favorite travel buddy? dad

What’s the best souvenir you have ever purchased? can’t choose

What’s your favorite book to read during a long ride? I don’t read while travelling

What’s the most entertaining story you have about getting lost? me and my father been talking so loud that someone on the street just stopped by and told us where the place we’re looking for is ^^”

What was the most expensive trip you have ever taken? ask my family

Which songs are on your travel playlist? whatever

Which travel blogs do you follow? none

Do you complain when you are bored, or look for something to do? I’m never bored so I don’t complain about it

Do other people’s complaints ever get on your nerves? some/depends

How did you develop your specific taste in music? can’t explain that 

If you drink coffee, how do you like it (with cream, black, etc)? I don’t drink coffee

Did your parents sign you up for things like piano lessons and ballet? no and now I’m a loser

What is your favorite children’s song? Kokoszeczka

Are you good at telling jokes? I am

Other than gas, what do you frequently purchase at a gas station? I don’t purchase anything there

Ten years ago, did you think that this was how the world would turn out? ...

Ever think you might be better off living in a different time period? yup

Do you walk regularly? not regularly but often

If you could have the answer to one question, what question would that be? personal

Do you like any bands from other countries? obvi, most of those I like aren’t from Poland, I don’t like polish music 

When was the last time you mailed a handwritten letter? years ago

Do you still receive Christmas cards? my mom does

Do you know anyone who is really hard to please? sadly

What gets you through the day? I wonder myself

If you found out your bf/gf was homosexual, how would you react? I know she is - elseway we wouldn’t date (ok, she could be bi, I know)

If you are homosexual, and you find out your bf/gf is straight, then what? we break up 

Have you ever sung karaoke? What songs? Was it fun? it was Ich troje song *embarassed*

Have you called anyone today? What did you talk about? not today

Do you drive around the neighborhood to look at lights around Xmas? I like to look but I don’t ride around just for that

Why are so many single people bitter on Valentine’s Day? because they’re lonely and because this day is fake 

What is one tradition you hate participating in? personal

Have you made a fool of yourself today? probably

When was the last time you did something for someone else? recently

Do you let other people choose the radio stations in your car? but I don’t have a car 

Would you say that you are an accepting and openminded person? am not

Have you ever been convinced to try something you didn’t want to do? I have been

When was the last time you cheated–at anything? last time I used motherlode in The sims 4 game?

When you are mad at someone, how do you show them? depends

When was the last time you felt you had a reality check? blergh

Have you ever felt out of touch with reality? dissociation, derealisation, depersonalisation etc.

Have you ever had a tooth pulled? not since I was a kid

How long do you you usually chew a stick of gum? didn’t check the timing

Was there any teacher that made life living hell for you? it wasn’t THAT bad but it wasn’t good 

How about any student(s)? I’ve been bullied if it’s what you’re asking me about - still could be much worse

When was the last time you felt overwhelmed? 24/7

Do you have any coffee mugs with funny pictures/sayings? Did I just rolled my eyes out loud 

Describe something strange that you own? where should I start...

Do you think graffiti is a valid form of artistic expression? I don’t approve of it when it vandalizes property

Are you afraid to walk places at night if you are alone? I’m a petite woman so...

What do you think of people who are shy? hard to keep contact with them

Have you ever gone through a time when you had no friends? How did you deal with it? not counting my family - last several years - I was ok with it as I’m a loner, homebody, introvert

What is something that shouldn’t bother you, but does anyway? fuck off!

Has any food ever made you sick to the point where you’d be afraid to try it again? that happened more than once already

Can you hear traffic right now? I don’t hear anything :3

Have you taken a painkiller today? no

Have you had a nap today? neither

Are you currently in a relationship? If so, do you think it will last? don’t feed my paranoia...

Do you have a hyphenate name or know anyone with one? (eg. Carter-Brown) my sister

Do you take your Christmas decorations down before or after New Years? after

Have you made a large purchase today? I didn’t buy anything today, it’s Sunday

Have you ever used a leaf blower? we don’t own one, we’re not rich

You see someone running around naked in the street. Your reaction? if it’s neighbor’s kid that’s no surprise

Has someone close to you died of murder? no one close to me but still a family member of some sort

Would you ever have sex with the last person you texted? done

Do you abbreviate when you text? that’s lazy of me, I know

Is anyone in the room on the phone right now? I’m playing a game

[talltalesandbedtimestories]

A View To A Winchester (Part 15)

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Summary: Julie’s starting a new life after divorce in a home with a very nice view.

A Dean X OFC story. I got this idea staring out the view of my home office window and thinking how nice it would be to have Dean Winchester to ogle.

Section Word Count: 4,200    

Section Content: fluff, flirting, angst, bullying, R-rated language 

~~~~~

Dean called Cas and told him he was running late. And that Julie would be coming to the festival as well. “Another date?” Cas asked. I guess this is another date. Doing everything out of goddamn order again. What’s new? After a lengthy list of what Cas and Jack shouldn’t discuss or bring up, Cas ended the call with, “I guess that only leaves the weather. When it doesn’t directly relate to signs of an impending Apocalypse, of course.” Smart ass.

Dean drove round to pick up Julie in Baby, freshly washed and rumbling for attention. He rolled up her driveway and stopped at the edge of the front walkway. She hopped off the front stoop wearing faded jean shorts and a white t-shirt that read “Italians Do It Better” in green, white, and red block letters. He caught that cute little skip she usually only did when she thought no one was watching. A high ponytail bounced to match the lightness in her steps. Sun reflected off the large brown lenses of her sunglasses. She leaned into the open passenger side window.

Looks like a fucking college girl. Dean mentally cursed at his cock for springing to attention. And I’m acting like a fucking horny teenager.

“You clean up real nice.” Dean cleared his throat.

She smiled. “So do you.”

“Hop in, sweetheart. I don’t want to have to speed this time.”

She laughed and climbed in. “I don’t think my heart can handle another one of those drives.”

He reversed down the driveway. “Just don’t want to disappoint Jack and get there too late.”

A frown stared back at him after she fastened her lap belt. “You can blame me.”

“I don’t want to have to explain why you’re to blame.” He grinned.

“Fair enough.” She crossed those legs that reminded Dean of a 50s pinup girl. Nice and curvy in all the right places. Her attention turned toward her open window. The breeze played with the wispy hairs she hadn’t wrangled into the ponytail. She pulled at a strand that got caught in her candy apple red lipstick. Dean licked his lips. How does acting like a horny teenager differ from me acting like my usual, horny adult self?

“I’m glad you said yes to coming out with me, us.” Dean tried to revert to some neutral conversation.

“Thanks for inviting me.”

“There are a couple rules, though.” He smiled.

“Rules? Wow. Do I need to walk six feet behind you at the festival? If so, you can drive me right back home.” She pursed her lips.

He raised a hand. “Okay, rules was the wrong word. More like warnings, I guess.”

Her arms were crossed now. “That doesn’t sound any better.”

“If you haven’t noticed, I stick my foot in my mouth. A lot.”

“I haven’t noticed, which is odd considering how much I stare at your mouth.” She shot back in a sarcastic and seductive tone.

Damn. Not helping me focus here, Jules.

“You’ve met Cas. And, Jack is sort of a chip off the old block. But, a little better adjusted.” Turns out a five year old nephilim has better social interaction and communication skills than a two-thousand year old angel. Who’d have thought?

“Okay. I’ll keep that in mind.” She nodded.

Dean raised a finger. “One thing he always wants, though, is to ride shotgun in Baby.”

“I have no problem being relegated to the back seat. I probably won’t get as queasy.”

Dean narrowed his eyes. “Is that a shot at my driving?”

She grinned and looked back out the window.

“Hm.” Dean turned up the volume on the stereo a little more to compete with the wind for the rest of the drive.

~~~~~

The expected awkwardness occurred once Dean arrived at Cas’s house. Cas forgot to invite them in after announcing he needed a couple more minutes and instead shut the door in their faces. Dean shrugged. “Sorry.”

Julie laughed. “It’s fine.” She turned and wandered down the path to look up at the cottage front. “It looks like a cute place from the outside.” Dean joined her, standing close enough to sniff the perfume she wore. “Is he worried I might find the dead bodies he’s hiding in there?”

A nervous laugh bubbled up from Dean. “Two guys, you know, the place can get messy.”

The door opened and Jack walked out, closing the door behind him. “Dean.” Jack smiled from ear to ear. He strolled with that goal oriented, mission style of his.

Dean patted him on the shoulder. “Hey, Jack. This is Julie.”

He tilted his head to Julie and outstretched his hand. “Hi, Julie. Nice to meet you.”

Julie removed her sunglasses and offered Jack a warm smile. “Nice to meet you.”

“Cas’ll be out in a minute. I love festivals.”

Julie’s eyes widened. “Do you?”

“Yes, especially this one. It’ll be the second year in a row we’ve gone to the Italian Festival. Did you know Saint Anthony of Padua is the patron saint of lost things?”

Dean held back a sigh.

She nodded. “I did, actually. I went to Saint Anthony’s elementary school. We learned a lot of things about him.”

“Does it actually work?”

Dean watched Julie try and track the conversation with her eyes. “Does what actually work?”

“Praying to him to help you find something you lost?”

“My mom would say yes. I’m not quite convinced.” She smiled.

“Are you Catholic? Since you went to a Catholic school.” Jack started his interrogation.

“Whoa, easy tiger.” Dean interrupted. “Remember what we said about politics and religion?”

Jack thought for a moment. “Don’t bring them up if you can help it?”

Dean winked.

Cas slammed the door and jolted the three of them where they stood. He marched to the tiny group and nodded. “Hello again, Julie. Lovely weather we’re having.”

Smart ass.

~~~~~

Julie turned out to be exactly the insider Dean needed when they drove through Little Italy. She navigated him around the tiny side streets. They found a parking spot beside a line of row homes. Dean began to parallel park Baby into the tight area.

“You hate parking your car on a city street.” Cas reminded Dean, seated next to Julie in the back.

He turned around to glance between the two of them through the rear windshield as he reversed. “Yeah, well, I hate paying twenty bucks to park in a lot even more.” He smiled at Julie. “I should take you with me everywhere.”

He couldn’t see the reaction in her eyes shielded by the sunglasses, but her cheeks reddened.

“That doesn’t sound like a feasible request, Dean.” Cas turned to Julie. “You have your own life and daily obligations, correct?”

Jack sighed. “He’s flirting, Cas.”

Dean shook his head and righted himself in the seat to finish parking. “Think I can borrow you a bit longer, Julie, so you can direct us on foot the rest of the way?” He side-eyed Cas. “Alright if I ask her that?”

Cas nodded. “That seems fine.”

Julie laughed.

~~~~~

The four city blocks around Saint Anthony’s school and church were decorated with Italian flag streamers draped from every available electricity and streetlight pole. The streets were flooded with a river of people. Cas and Jack had disappeared into the two blocks comprising the fairgrounds a half hour ago.

The aroma of sauce and grease and beer had been too much for Dean. He asked for Julie’s opinion on what to try. She suggested a panzerotti and vinegar coated french fries. Her memory did not falter as she parted through the bodies to the food stand she had in mind. She told Dean she frequented this one often as a pudgy kid. After waiting in line for ten minutes, they searched for a place to sit.

Dean and Julie deposited their red and white paper food trays and large beer cups at one of a dozen picnic benches under a tent. The festival goers around them were enjoying a band’s rendition of an Italian folk song.

Dean sat and inspected the panzerotti. “What is this again?”

Julie placed her glasses on the table top, rubbed her hands together and leaned in close to him. “Deep fried dough with a molten, delicious mix of sauce and mozzarella inside. It’s like a stromboli bomb. I’d tell you to be careful, but there’s no way around it. First bite’s gonna burn no matter what.” She grinned. “So good. You’ll need that beer.”

Dean smiled and tore into the panzerotti. The contents seared his lips and mouth. “H-H-Hot!” He exclaimed and chugged down some beer. He swallowed and sighed. “Awesome.”

She laughed, nibbled at the corner of the treat in her hand, then fanned her mouth. “I can’t believe they’re allowed to sell these without someone signing a waiver first.”

Dean chuckled and blew on his snack, shoveling a couple french fries in while he waited for it to cool down. He noted the families and crowds, the conversations and music swarming all around. It felt stuffy, the heat of the nearby stands cooking and frying trapped under the tent. “This wasn’t as much fun last year. I basically just stood in the center of the fairgrounds with Cas while Jack hit every single ride. Three times each at least.”

Julie smiled. “Don’t they know how much you love food?”

“Oh, they do. But, it was more about giving Jack the chance to experience it, you know? And, helping Cas through it.”

She picked at the dough with her fingers and munched with care. “They both seem nice. But, what’s their deal? I don’t know many kids that call their parents by their first name.”

How do I always tell her the truth, now, without telling her everything. “Jack didn’t start living with Cas until a couple years ago. So, the dad/son thing is still kinda new for both of them.”

“Divorce?”

“He was never married to Jack’s mom.”

Julie nodded. “Yeah, I guess that’s tough all around.” Dean watched her as he took another bite. He cringed at the hot sauce hitting his tongue and the expression on her face that was leading to another question. “So, you said you knew Cas for a long time. Did you two come to Delaware together? Did he work with you and your brother?”

He chewed, thinking. “He’s helped here and there over the years. When business slowed… I knew Cas would be lost for a while. I got my footing and told him this would be as good a place as any for him to start over with Jack.” The look she gave made him self-conscious. He patted a scratchy napkin around his mouth. “I’m covered in panzerotti, aren’t I?”

She shook her head, lids blinking slow, taking him in. “No. You’re all about saving people, huh?”

He smiled at her wistful expression. “Kind of hard to shake, I guess.”

“Julie!”

Dean cocked his head to the other side of the picnic bench at the call.

Julie’s eyes widened. “Maggie! How are you?”

“Good. Haven’t seen you in forever!” The tiny brunette was pushing a stroller. A passed out toddler covered in chocolate ice cream stains swayed in the seat.

Hm. Should share some ice cream with Jules after this. I bet she likes sprinkles.

Maggie’s big blue eyes surveyed Dean. He nodded at the acknowledgement. She looked back over to Julie. “How are you? Visiting your mom? How’s she?”

“I’m good.” Julie stated. Dean noticed her posture stiffen, putting a little more distance between them on the bench. This isn’t a “nice to see you again” situation. “Um, mom’s good. I see you have another little one.” She smiled and motioned to the child.

Maggie beamed back and pushed the stroller back and forth with one hand, on autopilot. Dean caught a weariness and exhaustion in Maggie’s smile. “Yeah. Davey, Jr. Just turned two a couple weeks ago. Dave’s grabbing some food with Madison. I think the last time I saw you was at the Flower Market years back. Maddie was four maybe.”

Julie nodded and smiled. Tight lipped and on guard. Yeah, she’s not one to give a lot of info to just anybody.

“I’d met your husband, Steve? How’s he?”

And there it is.

Julie cleared her throat and shrugged. “I wouldn’t know. We, um, we’re divorced.”

Maggie clutched her chest. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”

Julie shook her head at Maggie. “Of course you didn’t. Or, you wouldn’t have asked.” She turned and looked at him, her eyes screaming SAVE ME. “This is Dean.”

Dean whipped out his best smile and nodded again. “Hi there, Maggie.”

Maggie fiddled with her hair. “Hi.”

“Hey, Mag. I found Rich and the crew over by the grandstand. They’re saving us seats.” A tall, tubby man saddled up behind Maggie. He held a tray filled with grease and sweets and sipped on a huge soda cup.

“Where’s Madison?” Maggie looked over her shoulder.

“Caught up with some school friends. Gave her the last of the tickets.”

“Dave, do you remember Julie? She was in our class at St. Anthony’s.”

The blue eyes scrunched together under a low riding ball cap. A long slurp and then recognition followed. He pointed with the soda cup. “Julie Jelly Belly! First in the lunch line, last to get picked for Dodgeball.”

Maggie smacked her husband’s rather pronounced beer belly. Dean swore he heard some liquid slosh around in there. Julie’s face reddened. What a dick.

“What?” Dave asked with a shrug, then slurped again.

Maggie shook her head.

Dave gave Julie a leering once over. “You look great now.”

Dean leaned into Julie and wrapped an arm around her waist. “Amazing how some people just get better with age.” He made sure Dave heard his voice, loud and clear, above all the noise.

Dave’s vacant expression was the only response he got back.

“Well, we’ve got to go. But, it was great seeing you!”

Julie waved.

The couple wandered off. Dean watched Maggie smack Dave on the back once they were out of earshot.

Julie laughed. “God, sometimes I forget how little some people change. And I had a crush on him back in school.”

“On that?” Dean frowned. He pulled Julie closer.

“He was cute back then. Still a dick, but cute.”

“I wouldn’t have been a dick to you.” He whispered in her ear.

Julie pulled away to stare at him. She looked like she’d sucked on a lemon.

“I wouldn’t have.” He repeated. “I was never the popular kid. We moved around too much for me to make a name for myself. I hated guys like that.”

“Well, you wouldn’t have noticed me, I’m sure.” She shook her head. “And, that’s okay.” She smiled. “You notice me now.”

He lifted his chin and looked down his nose at her. “Well, I definitely wouldn’t have picked on you. I protected Sammy from asshats like that. Gave them a proper beat down or wedgie when they deserved it.”

“Sammy had a good big brother.” She grinned. “Finish your panzerotti. We’re going to go take a walk through the fairgrounds next.”

He nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”

~~~~~

At some point during their carnival exploration, Dean’s fingers had interlocked with hers. It may have been so he didn’t lose her in the crowd and pulled her through a massive bottleneck. But once he did it, feeling the warmth and tight grip she returned, he went back to hold her hand throughout the late afternoon that stretched into early evening.

“Aw, this is my game!” He fished a couple bucks out of his pocket and sat on a spinny steel stool attached to a makeshift plywood floor. “Want to try?”

“I’m not very good at shooting games.”

He tapped the stool next to him and placed the buy-in on the counter for them both. “Humor me, sweetheart.”

Julie sighed and sat. The game attendant swiped up the cash and flicked on their mounted water guns. “Step right up and take a chance!”

Dean tested the turning radius of his weapon. A tween sat to his right. He passed the time as they waited for two more contestants and spun in his seat toward Julie. “Just have to breathe into it beforehand. Get your sight level and don’t squeeze the trigger until the buzzer goes off.”

She smiled and nodded, leaning down to try and line the gun up with the bullseye target directly in front of her spot. Her sunglasses rested in the collar of her shirt. From Dean’s perspective, she seemed to be enjoying the time with him.

“Dean!” Cas’s deep baritone startled him out of staring at Julie. He marched up and stood between their stools in his pale green button up and khaki cargo pants. “We’re almost out of tickets.”

“Are you asking me for money to buy more?” Dean raised an eyebrow. Jack was on Julie’s left and they chatted.

“Of course not. I have my own earnings. I just wanted to make you aware that we’ll probably be done soon and ready to leave.”

“Well, we need two more players.” He nodded to the empty spots next to Julie. “Why don’t you and Jack give it a try?”

Jack shrugged and sat next to Julie.

Cas looked at the attendant. “What’s the hoped for outcome if one wants to win?”

The wrinkled man pointed to the horses at the left of the huge game display. “You get your horse to the other side first.”

“Fair enough.” Cas wandered over next to Jack.

“Alright.” Dean smacked his hands together. “Game on!”

~~~~~

“That kid cheated.” Dean mumbled, marching away from the game seven minutes later. He had Julie by his side, hands locked together again. “No way he won three games in a row fair and square.” Jack and Cas caught up to his gait on his left.

“His reflexes and speed could just be better because…”

Cas put his hand on Jack’s shoulder. “I advise you to stop talking now.”

Dean cocked his head to see Julie grinning. “Did you find all that amusing, Jules?” He tried not to grin back.

She stopped in the middle of the path and looked upward. Dean, Jack, and Cas all halted in a delayed response. “Hey Cas, how many tickets do you have left?”

“Eight.”

“Could we all go on that?” She pointed up to the three story high ferris wheel in the middle of the fairgrounds. The massive steel spoked frame was decorated in what looked like thousands of multicolored lights.

“I’m not opposed to it.” Cas replied.

Julie stared at Dean and squeezed his hand. He sighed. “Sure.”

The line for the ride wasn’t very long. Jack and Cas filed in ahead of Dean and Julie. When they rocked off in their own carriage they gave the waiting couple a friendly salute.

“Are you thinking this ride will calm me down?” Dean passed the tickets to the attendant and tugged her up the rickety aluminum stairs.

She slid next to him on the hard seat. “Not really.” She shivered.

“Chilly?” He asked.

“A little.”

He wrapped an arm around her shoulder. The bar secured them in their carriage, they rocked backwards and up, and Dean’s secure footing disappeared. The evening sky above the rooftops and tree canopies turning deeper shades of blue as his eyes gazed higher.

“I kind of just wanted to get you alone for a little while.” She whispered, nuzzling into his neck.

“Hm.” Dean closed his eyes and smiled when she shivered again. They floated and swayed in a static spot as another group got on the ride.

“If you were perfect at that game, too, I would have thought I was dreaming again.”

“Again?” He rubbed her elbow. The carriage jerked up another click and stopped. Cas’s and Jack’s sneakered feet dangled above them.

“I don’t remember anything after Ina touched me, once we got to the shopping center and I parked the car.” Dean’s body turned rigid at the mention of the Jinn’s name. Julie slipped an arm around his waist and burrowed closer. Her warm breath bathed skin along his t-shirt collar. “I thought maybe she had drugged me. That’s what I asked the doctors. But, they said nothing came back in the tests to suggest that.”

His other hand latched onto her forearm.

“It wasn’t like I woke up in that bed as if no time had passed between the car and the hospital. It wasn’t a snap of the fingers. Have you… have you ever dreamed and felt like you’ve lived days, even weeks during it?”

‘Why, yes, Julie. I was kidnapped by a Jinn, a magical creature that feeds off human blood and puts its victims in a comatose, dream state. Hate to break it to you, but that’s exactly what happened to you, too.’ If I’m truthful right now, she might jump out of the damn carriage. “Weeks?” Avoid answering at all costs.

“That’s what happened. I was living my life. But, it was this, fantasy life. Just me… and you.”

Me? His thoughts focused on the night he’d found Julie. The Jinn was spouting some shit. Julie dreaming about me. The ferris wheel rotated without a hiccup with all its passengers accounted for and aboard the ride. The cool night air trailed over their entangled limbs. Goosebumps formed over her skin. He wondered how much of it was the wind or his fingers brushing along, needing to touch as many parts of her as he could. I was in her fairy tale life. Like the one I had, so long ago. The one that brought mom back to life and teased me with what could have been. Before she was really brought back by Amara, like a game show parting gift. ‘We appreciate you playing Dean. You were going to blow yourself up to save the world, but big sis and universe creating bro here worked it out, thanks to you.’ He stared at the back of Jack’s head. And there’s the former archangel slash human whose unstable powers took mom away again. A quick stab hit his heart. Here we are: one big happy band of misfits. Yeah, explaining supernatural stuff is going to have her looking at me like I should be committed.

Dean figured they had about eight cars to unload before them once the ride was done. They swirled and spun. The festival lights, the crowds, the noise; it all dipped close then faded away. He wanted to know specifics from Julie. The worry that his curiosity would only lead to more of her questions made him hesitate.

“Still there, Dean?” She tugged at his shirt.

“Yeah.”

“I freaked you out.” She stated.

“No. No.” He tilted his head down, nudging her forehead with his nose. He needed to look into her eyes and provide some reassurance. Those brown eyes were wide and cautious. He flashed her a smile. “What did we do in this dream of yours?”

Her eyes crinkled up with her grin. “A lot of what we started to do earlier today... in my bedroom.”

A brow lifted. “Why Julie, was I your sex slave?”

“Pretty sure there was mutual agreement in all of the activities that occurred.”

He bent down and kissed her, soft and slow. “I don’t doubt it. Was that all that we did? Cause that sounds like an awesome dream to have under any circumstances.”

“Not all. We just spent a ton of time together. Looking back on it now, the parts I can piece together, I should have known something was off. Because it was literally only you and me. In our neighborhood, in the city, taking drives along empty roads for miles.” She smiled. “I felt safe.”

He played with the tip of her ponytail as the carriage swung to a stop, almost at the very top of the wheel. “It sounds like that’s what you needed and your brain gave you that calm. That safety.”

“Well, then, you were just what I needed.” She kissed his cheek. “You were perfect. But, I gotta say, you were even better than what I could’ve dreamt up today, when you...” She trailed off when they locked eyes again.

“When I what?” He offered his best innocent expression.

She blushed.

“Come on.”

Her eyes drifted to his mouth. “When you ate me out.” The blush deepened under the ferris wheel lights. She licked her bottom lip, the red stain worn off it hours ago. It took a second for him to realize she mimicked his response to her statement.

“Sweetheart,” he sighed, shifting in the uncomfortable seat, his excitement growing at their proximity and the intimate confession. “You’re killing me, you know that?”

“Let’s put you out of your misery then.” Her lips brushed against his ear. “Can I come back to your place tonight?”

His eyes widened. “Well, I was already planning on staying over at yours... but, wherever. Long as we finish what we started.”

“Good.” She caught his lobe between her teeth.

Dean moaned. Gotta live up to this unstoppable sex machine she’s built up in her head. Yep, I may die tonight. But, what a way to go. Sure as hell a thousand times better than death by bacon. And, I fucking love bacon.

Part 16

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[jojikawa]

The Apple Doesn't Fall Too Far Various! BNHA x Reader

Prologue

Before we get started:

This idea sprouted from a dream I had. I was a pop star singing RWBY songs and for some reason, Izuku, Todoroki, and Bakugo were there so I just thought I'd put this together. So the songs you sing will be RWBY songs but written by you!

Life was pretty great for you. Your happiness derived from giving young people something to dream about:

Being a hero!

You stood on stage, your DJ playing accordingly, and the people who supported you were cheering in the stands and singing along. It made you feel so important and for all the right reasons too. It was something that was hard getting used to.

It was the middle of the say in the Spring, you were performing the opening song for a music award ceremony. You put on flashy clothes that would be considered cute to you and others but too much to typical adults. You didn’t care. You loved the way you looked and millions all over the world thought so as well. 

The song you decided to perform is a single you had been teasing for a while on social media. It was called Neon. You had a bit of an arrogant side that sprouted from being out down all the time when you were in elementary school. This song was taught to everyone who didn’t believe in you. 

-Neon by (Y/N) (L/N) actually sung and performed by Jeff Williams ft. Casey Lee Williams-

“We’re all born...with a dream, we wanna make come true.”

Your voice was like an angel’s. If someone didn’t like your looks, your voice made you just as desirable. The way your body moved when you danced, the lustful faces you made when you dragged out your words. Every teenage boy and slightly older men wanted you.

“The best will climb to the top like...the rest will end up like you!”

You pointed vaguely to the crowd, imagining some person that ever said ‘You can’t’

“I bet it’s hard to live with knowing that you’ll never be this fine~ Don’t be distraught, don’t be sad, you give it your best try!”

You rolled and swayed your hips to the pace of your own words. You were the most influential person there! It wasn’t a song to be super proud of, but it came from the heart and you just felt right getting it out. Later that evening you were given another opportunity to perform one of your...less conceited sounding songs. The ones that everyone adored you for. 

After the entire ceremony ended, you went home with 2 awards. One of them was “Artist of the Year” and “Video Of The Year” for one of your previous music videos. 

Your assistant, Melinda, had taken your awards and kept them safe in the house you and her shared. It was pretty big, but the Butlers and Nannies made it seem a bit crowded. You liked that. It seemed real at home. Like a big family!

“(Y/N)” Melinda called out to you. “Are you sure UA is the school you want to go to? There’s always Shiketsu or Seiai. They’re very good as well! You would fit right-”

“No, Melinda. I’m sure about UA. All Might is teaching there and he inspired me to do what I do now. Plus, Aizawa is there so you know I’ll be protected.” You reassured her.

Melinda frowned. “Yes, I’m aware of the relations but we don’t know what your father could be planning. You talk about going to UA so much in interviews and he’s had to seen at least one of them while locked up.” she continued to explain. “I just want to protect you. Your mother trusted me with keeping you away from him.”

“She trusted Aizawa too.” You remarked, a bit annoyed at her attempt to convince you to go to a different school.

Your father’s quirk was something you didn’t inherit and everyone was glad about that. His quirk was Umbrakinesis. It allows him to control light and shadows. If he were to consume someone with shadows he would be able to control and sway them with ease. It came in handy when he was a Pro Hero but after your mother went missing, he turned to the dark side. When he was arrested, it almost seemed like he wanted it to happen. He would always tell the police that anything that happened involving him was what he wanted.

While being interrogated, he was open about his plans for taking you to the dark side with him. He was proud of the way you turned out and thought your quirk of controlling all elements would fit in nicely for his plans. So, anytime you did anything, you were monitored and so was he. 

“Listen, (Y/N), I trust that you know what you’re doing. Just, please, be careful, we can’t risk losing you like we did your mother.”

You smiled. “I know, Melinda. I’m glad you worry about me. I'll be the best hero I can be.”

The next day, you had prepared for your first impression. The students in Aizawa's class were probaby more skilled than you. What if their quirks were stronger and you got singled out like in middle school?!

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to push away the thoughts of being bullied.

What if they refuse to give you a chance because you're a pampered popstar? That was unavoidable.

“Are you nervous?” Melinda happily questioned, popping her head inside the door of your room. "Haha, just butterflies, is all.” you replied, tugging at the skirt of your uniform.

Melinda giggled. “That's alright. You don't need to be spectacular. You have all year to prove your worth. Just, please, make sure to study. I would hate to have your grades go down the drain.”

“No worries!”

You were escorted into a white armored limousine that went straight to U.A. This made your heartbeat increase. Seeing the monument most called a 'school' got closer and closer.

“When you get in there, go to your class, on time!” Your assistant pleaded. “Yes, I know!” You cringed at her smothering nature as you got out of the limo. “Thank you!” You waved goodbye to Melinda and your chauffeur before running inside the school.

Kids in the hallways stopped everything they were doing to see if it were the real you or if it were some lookalike or a copycat quirk, but you paid no mind. You followed the numbers until you got to the classroom: 1-A

When you stood on your tippy-toes, you were able to see Aizawa, looking as bored and unamused as ever, teaching a class. You knocked on the door and waved to him through the cloudy glass when he turned your way.

At the sight of you, you were able to see he visible sighed, looking even more exhausted.

“Come on in...” You heard his deep muffled voice through the door.

You mustered up all the courage you had inside of you to prevent you from running away. Your anxiety levels were at an all-time high. You felt more relaxed on stage.

You finally opened the door and walked over next to Aizawa. You avoided eye contact with everyone but smiled at Aizawa in particular.

“Jeez, you're more awkward than I remember.” He mumbled, retreating into his yellow sleeping bag. “Okay, everyone, this is (Y/N) (L/N). I'm pretty sure you all know who she is. She will be joining us in our hero course, so don't treat her any different just because you know who she is.” He told his class.

It was a moment of silence in the room. You held your breath, scanning the classroom of their reactions, expecting there to be negative ones but everyone began freaking out!

“Wow!” A boy with dark green hair eyes lit up. “I have notes about you!” he then began blushing and sweating. “But, uh, I know that much sound weird but All Might's mentioned in an interview that he thinks your music is a good cause so I decided to check it out and it's really good so I just thought you shoul-” his rambling was completely cut off by a short purple haired boy leaping out of his seat to touch you.

“Your body is much more amazing in person!” His eyes had hearts in them and drool flew out of his mouth as he talked. He reminded you of those fans who didn't have respect from themselves.

“Leave her alone, Mineta!” A kawaii brown haired girl with puffy cheeks commanded the male. A red-haired boy with shark teeth got up and grabbed the small student before he could get any closer. “Sorry about that,” he said “I haven't heard your music but I heard you're the real deal!”

“Haha, yeah, I guess.” You giggled sheepishly, scratching the back of your head.

A black-haired boy that looked like he had a tape holder for elbows was equally as surprised. He looked around for any sign that this was fake only to see his female classmate ecstatic at the sight of you.

“Yao-momo? You good?” He questioned, examining her face to see it was in pure ecstasy.

A tall male with glasses stood up tall. “Calm down everyone! We must treat her like we would any other student.”

“Calm down? I don't even know who this girl is” A blonde-haired boy with a spiky hairstyle spoke out loud. He had a clear 'don't care' attitude.

[natsthinkitythinkthinkthonk]

Happy 32nd Birthday Nobuhiko Okamoto!

Personal Note:

I’ve been preparing for a while because I wanted to make this with a lot more thought. Sorry for the length of this post. I spent quite a bit of time on it, but I didn’t realize it would get so long! He is one of my top favourite voice actors (both English and Japanese) ever. To me, he’s a relatable, awesome, and passionate inspiration. He puts his all into every role he does, and he never gives up no matter who tells him to. 

I could probably go on about how much I like many of the roles he’s done, but that would be a whole other essay in itself. I even considered watching Corpse Party (the scaredy cat I am) because I heard he was in it. Yeah, I’m one of those people who gets drawn to anime when I figure out certain studios and voice actors are attached to it. I have watched a few episodes of some really bad anime because I heard he was in it. No regrets! Okay, maybe I have a few... I still haven’t watched them all though! I plan on watching a ton more, and that includes a few bad apples here and there.

Despite all the hurdles and adversity he faces, he overcomes it! He has had so many amazing roles, he sings, he’s good at shogi, and he’s just a good person. I respect him a lot. Honestly, I can’t word stuff too well, but I sincerely hope he continues working, maybe gets married and has kids (since he said he wanted to), and experiences all the happiness he deserves.

Table of Contents:

Top Roles (+ clips)

Trailblazer arrangement

Facts + Q&As

Music Recommendations

Additional Sources + other cool posts

Top Roles:

I watched to include even the ones that I didn’t watch entirely, so I put together a whole list. It’s generally not too strict in order, but I went from his good to his best. If I wanted to put a few words, I just included them in square brackets. In those, there will also be recommended clips if I feel the need to add any in.

* = ones that I haven’t watched completely (or up to its current point)

Rui Tatsumi* - Starmyu

Ivan Karelin* - Tiger and Bunny

Shin-ah - Akatsuki no Yona

[This character didn’t talk much, so he actually got to play a MOB character as well. I found this character kind of charming though.]

Mitsuo - Danshi Koukousei no Nichijou

[He’s the one who dropped the hot dog. Rest in Pieces. This anime made me laugh, and even though this character barely appeared, he made me laugh every time he did. Recommended clip: “Glasses”]

Gladion* - Pokemon Sun & Moon

[He’s actually the perfect choice to play this edgy boi.]

Yumeji Fujiwara* - Yumekui Merry

[RIP the can]

Makoto Kashino* - Yume-iro Pâtissière

[I just started this one]

Mizuki* - Kamisama Hajimemashite

[I watched six episodes of this one.]

Rei Ogami - Code:Breaker

[This wasn’t a very good anime, it’s a mediocre manga, but I still enjoyed it.]

Nikaidou Harunobu* - 3-Gatsu no Lion

[I watched around 6-8 episodes of this one. This character is a pure round boi, and I like the way Nobu portrayed this character. Recommended Clip.]

Io Otonashi* - Acchi Kocchi

[I watched around 5 episodes of this one. His bishounen game is very strong.]

Takeru Fujiwara* - Prince of Stride

[These anime characters run like how I run from my life responsibilities and problems. His bishounen game is also very strong. The strong and silent type is always popular. Sadly, I’m the quiet and extremely frail and weak type.]

Shouta Kisa* - Sekaiichi Hatsukoi

[According to Tumblr, he has never done an R-rated (18+) BLCD, but he has been in some shounen-ai anime.]

Issac Foster - Satsuriku no Tenshi

[My reaction to this anime. Don’t worry, I’m following this to the end.]

Ryousuke Kominato - Diamond no Ace

Ryou Kurokiba* - Shokugeki no Souma

Age - Sakasama no Patema

[Yeah, that’s his actual name. If you name your child something that stupid, I would personally like to have a word with you. This movie was really nice though.]

Accelerator* - Toaru Majutsu no Index

[I had to include his laugh to this]

Jurai Andou - Inobato (Inou-Battle wa Nichijou-kei no Naka de)

[And jail is just a building you live in! I can’t remember the context of this line.]

Kiyoharu Hyoudou - Welcome to the Ballroom

Yoichi Saotome* - Owari no Seraph

Eiji Niizuma* - Bakuman

[Recommended Clip]

Obi - Akagami no Shirayuki-hime

[When he looks into the mirror and realizes he’s missing his eyebrows.]

Takumi Usui* - Kaichou wa Maid-sama

Yuu Nishinoya* - Haikyuu

[Recommended Clip: ROLLING THUNDER!]

Rin Okumura - Ao no Exorcist

[He’s such a likeable protagonist. Recommended clip: Rin x Shiemi because they’re adorable]

Mikoto Mikoshiba - Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun

[This character made me laugh so much. He and Seo are my favourites. I haven’t seen another amazing anime with both Miyuki Sawashiro and Nobu. They’re my two favourites. I hope to see them acting together eventually (even if Mikorin and Seo never really communicated). Thanks to Nobu, we have a voice to this madly embarassed bishounen. Recommended Clips: Mikorin Clips, Mixer Clip]

Katsuki “Kacchan” Bakugou - Boku no Hero Academia

[Bakugou might not always be my cup of tea as a character, but his voice made me like him somewhat anyway whether he’s an asshole or not. There are a few scenes in season three that hit me with mad feels,, but even during season one and two, Nobu aced this role. This role is what shot him up to one of my favourite voice actors. Recommended Clips: Rage moments, Kacchan vs Deku audio segment (scroll down a little for this Tumblr post), Salty Bakugou S1]

Karma Akabane - Assassination Classroom

[While Bakugou is one type of crazy, Karma is another. Honestly, he’s such a sly, cunning, and mischievous character, but that’s what we all like about him, right?]

Trailblazer Arrangement:

This is my first time transcribing a song and arranging it! I improvised and made up some stuff (mostly guitar solos that just didn’t fit as well logically on piano). I usually don’t like (actually, I kinda hate) transcribing because it’s basically like trying to copy down a book that someone reads aloud (and you can’t look at the text). But it was worth doing this! He’s definitely not my favourite singer, but I’d still listen to him.

I didn't want to go with an original score for this one because I felt like I wanted to improve a lot more as a composer and artist (as if I'm qualified enough to be called those terms). When I make one for him, I want to go all out.

Facts:

I found some other interesting facts online. There are quite a few different sources. I’ll try to list them below all the facts (but I might link them to the actual facts as well. There are a lot, so there’s that.

All [Nat Notes] will be put between square brackets “[these]”.

These are all from THIS POST:

After graduating from secondary school, he entered some voice acting training courses associated with his agency (Pro-Fit) to pursue his dream as a seiyuu.

To be able to pay for his training, he worked at a 7-Eleven and a post office.

His family is very strict and conservative.

He was into video games when he was younger, but his parents were against letting him play video games and ended up limiting him to a one-hour per day time limit [THIS POOR BOI]

[Regarding his gaming] his parents told him, “If you want to play games, you can play shogi.” This ended up being the reason he started playing shogi.

He is a practicing Catholic [ironic since one of his most iconic roles is playing the son of Satan]

He’s a 3rd dan ranked shogi player, and he once aimed to be a professional shogi player.

He has a huge love for sweets. I follow his blog, and a lot of his posts involve sweets.

“His favourite [candy bar] would be Black Thunder chocolate bars (same as Kamiya Hiroshi and Ono Daisuke), and at one point, he always ends up buying Black Thunder by the box, stocking up on it, and eating up to 10 bars in one day, that his agency decided to restrict him into eating just one bar a day.” [let the poor guy eat his chocolate]

He is easily bullied by other seiyuu [check out the original post which has gifs of his mishaps]

“[While recording] …he ran away from the mic, forgetting that he was wearing headphones connected to the mic and ended up messing up the recording room, and the staff had to rearrange everything.”

He’s a big fan of Pokemon [He now plays Gladion in Pokemon Sun & Moon]

These are from “More Nobu Facts”

“As a student, he used to fall asleep on the train and miss his destinations sometimes. He thinks that it’s really comfortable to take a nap there.” [Yeah, you say that until you somehow end up in the middle of nowhere and wonder where you are and why you even exist.]

“He suffers from hay fever in the spring. Said that the symptoms kill him.” [You and me both except mine are year-round and gradually getting worse.]

“He played with Lego bricks when he was a kid.” [If he’s the type of person who left out the bricks and made people experience pain because of it, I will personally leave Lego bricks outside his door. Those things hurt when they’re unexpected.]

“He loves the indoor life.” [don’t we all…]

“He read the Harry Potter series.” [I did too! Not that I remember any of it.]

“His cute, foreign Furby only speaks English. Noburin stated, “English is very hard.”” [HOW DO PEOPLE SLEEP KNOWING THEY OWN ONE OF THOSE? I WOULD BURN IT IF I GOT ONE.]

“In elementary school, the girl he liked gave him chocolate on Valentine’s Day. He said he felt like crying from the shock.” [I haven’t experienced that. Was he happy because it was that girl who gave him chocolate or because he got free chocolate?]

“He was hospitalized before when he was a child due to a bad cold (or maybe the flu).” [Well, that diet sure doesn’t help, and I doubt screaming all the time is good for you. Weirdly, I can’t say anything more than that because I do both too except I scream internally while he does it as his profession.]

He tends to get sick within the first two weeks of October, right before his birthday. [I wish you luck!]

He likes to watch lightning and thinks that it’s cool. [I’M SO SCARED OF THUNDER]

During the summer as a kid, he liked to catch cicadas and dragonflies, and play with water guns. [SAME DUDE]

He was in the badminton club during secondary school.

These are all from his Q&A! [Part 1], [Part 2], [Part 3], [Part 4]:

I’m not going to include quotation marks for this one for the most part. I changed some awkward phrasing. I left out some questions from the original posts as well. Check the sources out!

Nickname: Pikorin

Favourite animal: Dog [Same. I love my dog, Penny. She’s my little sister. I have no shame.]

What are you fond of?: Squirrels [why?]

Description of your personality: Moody [Same.]

Favourite Colour: Black

Health and Beauty Routine: I drink two cups of milk in the morning and do squats two times a day. 

First thing you do in the morning?: Rinse your mouth

First thing you wash in the bath: Face

Amount of sleep you get: 4 hours on the weekdays, 10 hours on the weekend  [I wouldn’t live with that kind of schedule.]

Rain or sunshine: Rain!

What did you play as a child?: I slid down the slide and got many scratches. [I ran up slides a lot in elementary school]

Something you’re proud of: “I have a shiny legendary Pokemon.” [I ALMOST NEVER GET SHINIES. LET ALONE LEGENDARY ONES. THAT’S AN ACCOMPLISHMENT RIGHT THERE. The chances of getting one kinda vary, but it’s less than 0.1% I think.]

Favourite school subject: Math [Can’t relate. I’m dumb.]

Least favourite school subject: Civics

Best school memory?: I won a badminton tournament. [Can’t relate. I’m a blob.]

Previous part-time jobs: [...]post office, fast food, convenience store and then accounting, I’ve done different jobs.

If you could be reborn, would you be a man or woman? A woman!

Who was your first love?: We were in elementary school, in the same class. [Related post]

Any gesture of women unnerving to you?: My heart skips a beat when ousted or “shooed” by hand.  [He gets shooed like a bug XD]

Where would you go for a date?: Tokyo Disney Sea.  [You know you’re at the height of luxury when you can afford to take someone there. I want someone to take me to Disneyland or Disney World, or a Disney Cruise.]

Morning person or night person?: Morning person.  [Can’t relate.]

If you could drive to any time period, what would it be?: Jurassic Period! [If it just so happens you do, *pats* it was nice knowing you (even though he doesn’t know me). He’ll get eaten by a dinosaur.]

If you were stranded on a deserted island, what would you want there with you?: My Nintendo DS or PSP.   [Good luck without a charger or electricity. What games would he bring though?]

Favourite music genre: Anime songs [Me too fam.]

Do you play any instruments? No, playing the F chord on the guitar is my limit. [I like playing and creating music. I’m just not any good at it. XD He should try learning though!]

Favourite sports: swimming and badminton [I’m not good at swimming. I’m not good at badminton. I’m not good at sports.]

Sweets you usually eat: Macarons and chocolate-related sweets [AYE, that’s pretty much my taste too, so we pretty much have similar taste.]

Something you’re self-conscious about: The thickness of my eyebrows. [If his eyebrows were ugly, I would’ve commented on that already. XD (I usually say something along the lines of, “Is that a caterpillar on your face? It’s so thick and bushy! It looks like you took hair from your head and put it on your eyebrow! Maybe you can’t grow facial hair because all of it goes to those eyebrows.”)]

What will you do when and if only you became an invisible man one day?: Secretly observe Sugita Tomokazu-san. [Well, alright then. Fangirls have some competition? More importantly, Nakamura has competition!]

What’s the scariest thing to you?: In a sense, the most intimidating people. [All people are intimidating for me O^O’]

What is the title of the first game you’ve ever played in your life?: “Super Mario World”. [For me, it was Pokemon Pearl]

What would you be if you went into the fantasy world?: A witch. [Nobu, defying gender barriers. He’ll be a fabulous witch. I would similarly want to be a mage.]

What if I want to use a weapon to fight monsters?: Bow, crossbow. [I would want to use magic or a sword!]

Favourite season?: Spring. [I like winter because plants are dead (I have extremely bad allergies), snow, Christmas, my birthday, and New Year’s!]

At what spot do you like to linger around?: Starbucks. [Again, the height of luxury is when you’re able to afford Starbucks regularly.]

How’s your tolerance to alcohol?: I can’t drink much. [I don’t drink]

What good books do you usually read?: Original works that are adapted into anime. [I don’t read a lot. I’m an illiterate fool.]

What do you buy at convenience stores?: Fresh premium caramel roll cake. [I wish they had those in Canada…]

Favourite place in the country?: Okinawa. [I gotta go there someday!]

What countries do you want to go abroad?: Italy. [He recently said he wants to go to Italy for gelato and to be honest, I relate. Europe has good chocolate and cheese from what I hear.]

What are the challenges to your trip destinations like?: Pickpockets like to snatch! [He better watch out for those vans that say “Free Candy!” They might be meant for kids, but he might just stumble in.]

Are you nervous in public?: Recently it’s been okay; still nervous during events. [I’m always nervous in public. I would like to attend an event by the end of my life though.]

What would you tell your past-self (10 years ago)?: “Don’t give up and eat your dinner properly!” [I tell that to myself now XD If I were to send a message to myself, it would be something along the lines of, “What you feel, what you think, and what you believe is important. Listen to yourself. At the end of the day, you will figure out what to do. Don’t be afraid of being alone, and don’t be afraid to wander. Loosen up.”]

What would you message to your future-self (10 years from now)?: “The you in his twenties is having lots of fun. Are you having fun?” [Message for me ten years from now: PLEASE TELL ME YOU AREN’T AS DEEP INTO VOICE ACTORS AND ANIMATION. I BEG YOU, GET A LIFE.]

If the world was going to perish in 24 hours, what would you do? Gather all my friends and family, and have a BBQ party. [I would just write something in case it resurfaces. I would want to write my thoughts, opinions, and experiences along with the people around me.]  

Where do you want to work?: A place where I could grow. [Same!]

What are your thoughts when you look back at 2010? I issued a sex appeal to play [Usui], and worked hard to reach the targets! [From the amount of screaming fangirls, I think you did just fine.]

What is your current aim?: To be more playful and get more out of acting.

Finally, a message to the world: I’ll work hard from now on to make a voice that everyone will not have a hard time to listen to. Thank you for your support! [Thank you Nobu! You inspire a lot of people (including me) everyday!]

Additional Facts! [SOURCES WILL BE LISTED BELOW!]

He likes watching horror movies (especially with his friends Ryouhei Kimura, Kouki Uchiyama, and Yoshimasa Hosoya. Kouki is a scaredy-cat.) When watching a horror movie, he experienced scary unknown noises and used salt to ward away ghosts.

His birthdate is October 24, 1986

He is 168cm tall

He is affiliated with the agency Pro-Fit

He won: - Best New Actor Award at the Third Seiyu Awards for his roles as  Shin Kanzato in Persona: Trinity Soul, Ryuji Kuhoin in Kurenai, and Accelerator in Toaru Majutsu no Index (along with Yuuki Kaji!) - Best Supporting Actor Award at the Fifth Seiyu Awards for his roles as  Takumi Usui in Kaichou wa Maid-Sama, Eiji Niizuma in Bakuman, and Accelerator in Toaru Majutsu no Index II

He loves sweets... a lot: - He’s a qualified patisserie - Where his love of sweets came from [I can also say that is a good portion of his blog]

He tried to be rebellious as a kid but got “clobbered” by his mom.

He would purposefully wear long-sleeves while in the hot recording room for “My Hero Academia” so that he would be agitated enough to play Kacchan!

He adds chocolate to his curry sometimes

He gave Ayane Sakura the nickname “Ayaneru”

He often celebrates fictional characters’ birthdays on his blog for series that he’s involved with!

He was once told to give up on being a voice actor!

Thank you for not giving up Nobu!

Music:

月刊少女野崎君-俺の手でSPARKING!! 御子柴實琴(CV:岡本信彦) - Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun: Mikorin Character Song

Kamisama Hajimemashita: Mizuki Character Song

Welcome to the Ballroom: Kiyoharu Hyoudou Character Song

『 サクラメント』By Okamoto Nobuhiko Ending for Vatican Miracle Examiner

Promise - Kaichou wa Maid-sama: Takumi Usui Character Song

Restoration to 0 - Code:Breaker: Rei Ogami Character Song

Tiger and Bunny: Character Song

スタミュ Starmyu S2 Shadow & Lights 「沈黙のディアローグ」Ver. Tatsumi Rui

Blue Flame - Prince of Stride: Takeru Fujiwara Character Song

99.9% Noisy - To Aru Majutsu no Index: Accelerator character song

Oikaze ni Tsugu - Diamond no Ace: Kominato Ryosuke

Trailblazer - Ao no Exorcist

Kimi wa Hitori Janai

List of Links (Sources and other cool stuff!):

Some of the links were included in the actual facts themselves! If a source and other stuff is missing, they’re included above!

Voice Compilations:

25 Anime Characters That Share The Same Voice Actor as Boku no Hero Academia's Bakugou Katsuki

Voice Compilation [ 1 ], [ 2 ] 

Wikipedia:

Nobuhiko Okamoto

3rd Seiyuu Awards

5th Seiyuu Awards

Haikyuu Stuff:

Haikyuu Awards Basically, they got the fans to nominate for awards like “Who’s the best dressed?” Then the cast got to comment (and maybe get praised by the two female cast members)

“Imagination Game” - Seiyuu Event Long story short: to win a pair of Karasuno boxers, the voice actors must answer all the same character when asked something like, “Out of the Karasuno team, who’s the most likely to [blank]”

Cast Pictures

Drama CD: Why Noya isn’t popular with women (This one is because I fricking relate because I’m too short for this tall world)

“Who’s Best Girl?” - Cast Comments + Nobuhiko’s comments [video with cc]

Nobuhiko Okamoto & Yuuki Kaji being bros [ 1 ], [ 2 ], [ 3 ], [ 4 ], [That time they challenged a Guinness World record], [Nobuhiko’s message for Yuuki Kaji’s 30th birthday]

Nobuhiko’s athletic ability

Kouki Uchiyama, Daiki Yamashita, Nobuhiko Okamoto: [Comic] BNHA Cast Comments

Daiki lending Nobuhiko his jacket (this can potentially fuel Bakudeku fanfics. I can feel it.)

Nishinoya and Bakugou at Jump Festa

[fly-like-a-grayson]

Not What People Thought (Evan Hansen x Reader smut)

A/N: This was a little out of my zone, but I think it turned out alright. Also if you haven’t seen Sing Street, go watch it on Netflix!!! It’s incredible, it’s one of my all time favorite movies and the sound track is phenomenal! Okay I’m done rambling 

Request:  can we get some dom!reader x evan smut with light bondage pls?? extra points for making him cry and overstim ;^)

WC: 1,939

Warnings: smutty stuff, cursing?

You and Evan’s sex life wasn’t what most people expected. Everyone assumed that you to had sweet giggly sex in the missionary position and that was it. Not to say you didn’t have that, but it just wasn’t the only thing you two did. You did things that no one expected, no you didn’t like hit each other. It was more Evan would have his hands loosely tied to his headboard so he could get out if he really wanted to. He never really did though, he always loved it when you tied him up. Maybe you bit his neck once or twice, but it was nothing that would cause serious pain to either one of you. Whenever you were lucky enough to get a long time alone, that’s when the two of you would partake in such activities, like tonight.

Evan was feeling stressed about school, he has terrified for finals that were coming up. He could barely even function right now. He needed to study, but he didn’t want to study. That was the last thing he possibly wanted to do. Just thinking about his study guides gave him the beginnings of a headache. He opted for laying on his bed until you came back from cutting up the two of you apple slices. He stared up at his white ceiling, thinking about what you two could do when you came back. If he didn’t want to study, then you wouldn’t either. Maybe you two could watch a movie?

He was taken away from his thoughts as you opened his bedroom door, which he insisted on having closed even though you two were the only people in the house. He smiled at you as you sat next to him. “Apple?”, you offered to him. He took one of the slices at took a bite of it.

When he was done, he told you what he was thinking about, “I wanna watch a movie, is that alright with you?”

“Yeah, of course. What movie though?”, you asked and then taking a bite of your own apple slice.

Evan shrugged, “I don’t know.”

You swallowed your bite, “Well, whatever it is, it won’t be horror or anything really sad.”

He nodded, “I don’t have the emotional stability for either of those.”

You chuckled, “Um, oh, wait. So I was looking around Netflix yesterday and I watched this movie called Sing Street and it’s like a musical movie that takes place in the 80s. Maybe we could watch that?”

“I’m alright with that,” he responded taking another bite of the apple. You could ask him to watch paint dry with you and he’d say yes.

You two found the movie and were about to play it when you turned to him, “It’s got family issues and bullying, are you alright with watching that stuff?”

He nodded and kissed your cheek, “Yeah, I’m good with it. Thank you for asking.”

You blushed and pressed play and the opening credits played in the dark room. You curled into Evan’s side as you two focused on the movie. The movie wasn’t doing what Evan had hoped it would do, he found himself thinking of his schoolwork as the main character walked into his school in the movie. All he wanted to do was forget it, he just wanted to think about anything else.

You noticed him looking very deep in thought. “Ev, whatcha thinking about?”, you questioned.

He sighed, “I’m just stressed about school, but I’ll be fine.”

You kissed his cheek, “Do you need a distraction?”

“What do you mean?”, he asked with burning red cheeks.

“Well, clearly the movie isn’t serving its purpose, so how about we do something a little more, physical?”, you tried to say seductively.

“Yeah, yeah. That sounds good, really good,” he stuttered out.

You smirked and pressed your lips to his. He responded to the kiss almost immediately and you made him lay on his back. You straddled his hips and his hands held your hips. Your hands were pressed on either of his cheeks.

The movie was just background noise now, but you could faintly hear the song “Riddle of the Model” playing. You smiled knowing you were not going to ever think of this movie the same.

Evan made himself pull away from your lips, “Can-can we do that thing that we did last time.”

You blushed at the memory of what you thought he meant, “When I was on top?” He meekly nodded. You went back to kissing him, this time a little more passionate. You ground your hips onto him lightly. His own hips bucked at the sensation. You smiled and pulled away from him. You slid his polo over his head, admiring him. He felt insecure under your gaze and you could tell as he looked away from your face.

You missed his collar bones, “Evan, you’re beautiful.”

He blushed, “Thank you.” He felt his heart swell at the fact that someone so amazing could find any possible interest in him.

You threw his shirt onto the ground and leaned over him to find something in his night stand drawers. You fished around with your hand and found the two things you were looking for: a condom and a forest green tie. You set the condom down on top of the stand and went back to your previous position.

You looked at Evan, “Safe word?”

“Uh, I don’t know,” he looked around his room to try and find something, he looked at the plate that the apple slices were on, “Apple?”

You nodded, “Works for me. If you start to not like your hands being tied, or anything, just say ‘apple’ and I’ll unite you. Don’t be afraid to say it, alright?”

“I won’t, I promise.”

You kissed his nose and then leaned over him once more. He held his arms up so you could tie them to his oak headboard. When you were done, you moved to kiss Evan softly. “Are you sure about this?”, you asked him. He nodded in response.

You swiftly took off your own shirt and then your bra. You kissed Evan again as your hand massaged his bulge over his khakis. His hips bucked as he moaned at the feeling. That’s one of the things you loved about Evan, he was responsive to even the slightest of touches. You moved to pull off Evan’s pants and boxers in one swipe. He was half hard at the pleasure you gave him so far.

“You good so far?”, you asked him.

“Very,” he responded with a shaky voice.

You smiled and got off the bed to take off your shorts and underwear. Evan’s face burned at seeing you naked. He had before, but every time took his breath away. Every stretch mark, freckle, every scar was beautiful to him. You were beautiful to him.

You straddled his hips again and kissed up and down Evan’s neck. Evan was breathing hard, aching to touch you. But he liked the feeling of being taken care of, but he really wanted to bring you pleasure right now. You sat up and ground down onto Evan, spreading your wetness around his erection. He squeezed his eyes shut and bucked his hips again.

“Please, Y/N, please,” he whimpered out, just wanting to be inside you.

You smiled at his eagerness and leaned over to grab the condom from his nightstand. Evan took his chance and took one of your nipples into his mouth. How could he not? You leaned over and all he had to do was crane his neck a little to take the soft bud into his mouth. You gasped in surprise but that quickly turned into a moan. You used one arm to support yourself as you used the other to pinch the nipple Evan wasn’t attached to. You were telling yourself to pull away, but you couldn’t. Evan always made you feel so good. After a few more seconds of bliss, you did move your chest away from Evan’s reach, to which he whimpered in response. You chuckled and grabbed the condom. You sat up and hovered over Evan’s crotch with your own. You tore open the condom, pinched the tip, and slid it down Evan’s member.

You looked at him one last time before sliding yourself onto him. Evan immediately moaned at the feeling of you on him. You took a second to adjust to the familiar feeling. WHen you felt comfortable, you supported yourself on Evan’s chest and started to move up and down him. He clenched his hands into fists and gasped every so often. Every trace of school left his mind, all he could think about was you. He felt taken care of, protected even. He was grateful that you would do this for him, for you both. He loved you more than he could describe. He loved how caring and understanding you were to him. How you didn’t treat him differently because he has anxiety. How you just treated him like Evan. Then he felt tears come to his eyes, not of sadness, of pure happiness. He tried to keep them in, but a few slipped out.

You saw them and immediately stopped your movements, “OH my gosh, Evan are you alright? Did I do something wrong? I’m so sorry, baby.”

“No, no. It’s fine, I’m fine. I’m just happy, really happy! Please keep going,” Evan stuttered out.

“You sure?”, you asked him.

He nodded, “Mhm, please.”

You wiped away his tears with your thumb before moving again. Evan’s hips bucked up to meet yours. He felt himself inch closer and closer, but not wanting to cum. He wanted to be stuck in this moment forever. He opened his eyes and looked at you, and he swore he saw an angel. Evan thought he had died and gone to heaven. Your hair was a little messy, you had a thin layer of sweat on you, and your eyes were squeezed shut and you were biting your lip. Evan knew for certain that you were gorgeous. He knew that he was very lucky to have you.

“Y/N, I’m going to cum,” he nearly yelled as he felt close to the edge. You moved your hips as fast as you comfortably could. Evan moaned louder than he had before as he filled the condom with his cum. But you hadn’t cum yet.

You used one of your hands to run your clit in fast circles, but moving your hips at a medium pace. Evan whimpered at the feeling of you still on him. You were almost there, just a few more thrusts. When you did come, you threw your head back with a loud cry of Evan’s name. You clambered off of him, took off the condom, tied it up and threw it away in his waste basket. You then untied his hands and lay down your head resting on his chest.

The room was filled with your heavy breaths and the movie still playing. You glanced over at the screen as the song “Up” started to play. You smiled and nuzzled into Evan. He looked down at you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“We’re gonna have to restart the movie, ya know,” he muttered to you.

You smiled, “Whatever you want, sweetie.”

[chanzicoup]

Runaways ( Wonwoo x Reader Gang!AU)

Make sure to read the post explaining the roles each SVT member has!

Count: 4.5k

Genre: Life on the run

Warning: Abusive Parents, Mentions of Drug and Alcohol abuse, fight scenes, mentions suicide attempt

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Madeline's POV

I wake up from my dreamless sleep to the blaring noise of my alarm clock. With my eyes barely open I lean over to my nightstand and press the snooze button out of routine. I slump back into the warmth of my mattress. Feeling even warmer arms wrapping around me, I smile when I feel my boyfriends lips grazing my shoulder for a quick peck.

"Mae..." His voice is still groggy from barely waking up. I turn towards him and instinctively my fingers start to thread themselves through his dark locks.

"Morning Wonwoo." He called me Mae, I called him Wonwoo. It was our thing. His real name was Oh Pyeonghan but he hates it to the grave. I can't blame him, his parents were probably high as hell when they named him. Only I call him Wonwoo. It's special to us. It's a way for us to be different people, people we want to be, when we are together.

"I should get going soon." He mumbled into my nape, the words tickling my skin like feathers. I look back at the clock and see that it's 5:47 in the morning. He had to be out of here by 5:50 so he could get back to his home before his parents discover he's gone.

"Yeah... I guess you need to go." I didn't want him to leave. When he leaves it's like he's taking a part of my soul with him. His arms disappear from their position around my waist and he sits on the edge of my bed. His shirtless back is revealed to me and me only. Finding his jeans and t-shirt he wore hear last night, Wonwoo changes quickly before looking back at me.

"Don't give me that look now." I hadn't noticed the slight pout on my face but I didn't change it after being caught. I sat on my knees and allowed the blanket to slide off my body. One of Wonwoo's sweaters he left here forever ago serving as my cover up that exposed my right shoulder and my thighs from being just a few sizes bigger then I am.

"But I don't want you to go..." I wanted to live in the reality we shared forever. No school, no abuse, no stress, all of that vanished into thin air even with the mere sight of him. As stupid as it sounds, my life is awful with out him. He climbs back on the bed, crawling a few inches to close the distance between our lips. He pulled away and whispered in my ear.

"I'll be back. Be strong for me, okay?" He said. I nodded as we stood, me having to look up due to our height difference. I held his hand during the walk to my bedroom window that opens to reveal a fire escape. Opening the window, the brisk air whipping our faces.

"See you later?" I asked with one leg stepping out of the window, part of my body outside while the other half stays inside.

"Do you even need to ask?" I sneered at his answer while he only chuckled. Every night without fail for the past two years either he snuck out of his home or I snuck out to his. We did it to spend all the time we could together, our families hated each other and despised the idea of their only children being together. As far as they knew, we only see each other in the hallways of school, and even that managed to piss them off. If they found out about us they'd have our heads and don't think that's an exaggeration. Yet neither of us knew why our families were feuding, but that was how things were and we never asked.

"Just checking. I love you." He smiled at my statement our hands began to slip apart.

"Love you more." His fingertips brushed mine before completely letting go. Watching him jogging down the stairs, I could already feel the beginning of the emptiness that would be lingering with me for the rest of the day until I see him at school.

Closing the window and walking to my dresser I change into a pair of black skinny jeans and a white t-shirt. My hair was messy but after brushing it out and placing one of Wonwoo's red beanies on the top of my head I left the room at exactly 6 a.m, I showered last night so I'm fine for now in that department. School doesn't start until eight but if I wanted to successfully avoid a drunken lecture from my father I had to get an early start. Heading into the kitchen to grab an apple I walk past the picture frame with a haunting memory. It was an older picture of my parents and I when things were better. The young me was in a Sunday dress and my parents were in their finest attire, it was the last picture we took before my mother died of lung cancer.

"I miss you mom." I traced her long blonde hair with my index finger. My mother came from France and met my father here in Seoul while she was studying abroad. They fell in love and less than a year later they were happily married. My mother was thrown away by her family, but she didn't care. All she wanted was my father. A short time after their marriage I was born and life was good until I was about eleven, when mom got sick. She didn't last long after that, if I remember correctly she was on chemo for three months before the doctor announced her death.

I don't know for sure what happened to my father after that. He just snapped. Overtime he became easily aggravated and yelled at me for the littlest of things. I remember on my twelfth birthday he gifted me a nasty scar on my stomach from throwing a bottle at me. He only got physical if he'd been drinking, which was pretty often. I separated myself from others, afraid of being hurt more then I should. But when I started high school I was targeted by everyone. Being a "half breed" the other students would chant slurs and insults until I cried. When I did let a tear slip they would throw trash at me, squish food on my clothes, and anything else they could come up with for laughs. It only got worse as times went on.

Going to the teachers was an option I used rarely. Every time I told someone what was going on they always took it lightly, saying the other kids were only joking and that I should relax. The bullying escalated but one day Wonwoo saved me from ending it all if you catch my drift. It was the last three weeks of Freshman year and the anniversary of my mother's death. I stood on the edge of the roof, ready to jump and soar in the air until I hit the ground and left the Hellish world I was in.

It was luck that brought Wonwoo to the roof on that day, he was reading a book while listening to music during his lunch break and with his senses shut off from the world he had no idea I was behind him. And I had no idea he was their either. The strangest feeling that made him look up saved my life. He had found me hovering one leg over the edge of the building and the other shaking under my weight, barely keeping it's balance with all of my being resting on it.

He had convinced me to come down and when I did he held me while I cried. A total stranger helped another. From that day forward he promised to keep me safe, of course I didn't find this out until we started dating. That night he walked me home , it was the first time I had truly felt happy since my mother's death, I didn't care about anything else besides that very moment. I was talking to someone who would listen and respond positively. What I didn't know was that my dad was eyeing the two of us from his bedroom window and that he was infuriated. He met us at the front door and told Wonwoo to go back to his house before gave me the beating of a lifetime from behind closed doors. Saying I shouldn't be hanging with scum like him and that it would make him look like the bad dad he really was to the public, who'd seen him as a hardworking man who lost his wife and is raising his rebellious daughter he could not control and is troubled from loosing her mother at such a young age.

No one knew what my life was like, no one but Wonwoo. Despite what my father had done to me, I couldn't bring myself to cut ties with the only person who actually seemed to care. The bruises on my arms that I thought were well hidden under my hoodies were easily noticed by him and it was also enough for him to figure out what my dad had done. Since then he promised once again to protect me at all costs, that was when our relationship had gotten stronger.

I shook my head to take my thoughts off of what happened three years ago. It's in the past now. Since Wonwoo and I began dating those awful thoughts of ending my life receded into the mysterious depths of my brain, never popping up even on the worst days. I heard my dad's bedroom door slam and I began to run back into my room, making sure I stayed as quiet as I could on the steps. The smell of alcohol could be detected from all the way up here and if he saw me know I would never hear the end of it even though I had gone nothing remotely wrong to disturb him. I grabbed my school bag and phone before slipping on a red hoodie and leaving through the fire escape. Maybe if I get there fast the day will go by even faster.

Wonwoo's POV

I didn't want to leave her. But if her father found us in bed together he'd freak. Even though we were innocently sleeping next to each other I knew what her dad was capable of and I didn't want her to get hurt. Plus, if my parents found out they'd know instantly where I was and take matters into their own hands. Possibly killing Mae because they think all of their problems can be resolved with violence.

My parents were powerful people, together they run the largest gang in Korea. Living double lives they appear to the world as simple pharmacy operators but in reality they smuggle antibiotics and illegal drugs to all the corners of the Earth, pocketing all the money they earn for themselves instead of putting it into a college fund for me like most parents would do for their only child. Then again most parents are not extreme drug dealers. My parents never cared for me, I wasn't even suppose to be born, I was just "the result of a drunken night and a mess up on my mother's birth control," and don't tell me I'm wrong because they both agree.

I always try to talk to them about it, craving for their love and affection, but they shut me out and say that they didn't raise me to be warm hearted and caring, they raised me to hide my emotions and be careless, they wanted me to be more like them in every way possible. But that clearly is not the person I am, I care about others and protect the ones I love while my parents want me to be this gang lord when I'm older. I need love like any other civil human being. 'We don't love.' My father would say before he knocks me to the floor or throws a glass vase at my back. He always lost his temper with me, it's always been like that. He claimed it as 'reinforcement' or 'disciplinary services' but legally it would be qualified as abuse.

When I met Mae on the roof I saw how hurt she was, even if I didn't know what she'd been through at that time. The look of sadness in her eyes scarred me for life, since then I've sworn to never have her like that again. I couldn't bring myself to just leave someone alone and depressed like I had been. I convinced her off of the roof, thank god. I held her while she cried and released the emotions she must've bottled up for who knows how long. I am proud to say that I have kept my promise.

On that day when I walked her home and when she thought I was gone, I stood at the porch and watched as her father brutally beat her in the living room. I wanted to kick the door down and kill him then and there, but in the end I found myself walking home with clenched fists. I should've done something, anything would've worked. I could've gotten the neighbors to call the cops, or called them myself. But I didn't and I'll regret it forever.

When I got home it was about six o'clock and after changing my clothes and showering I was out of the house by seven with my breakfast money in my wallet. Not only are my parents powerful, they're god awful with money and leave random bills laying on the tables or wedged in between the couch cushions. Every kids dream right?

I walked the twenty minute distance to school and stopped in the cafeteria to buy two muffins. A blueberry one for me and a banana nut one for Mae, since she probably grabbed an apple or something to avoid her dad. I thanked the lunch lady after she gave me the brown bags containing the food and made my way to Mae's homeroom class.

Since school doesn't start for another half hour most of the students haven't gotten here yet but most likely they would be here any minute. Mae sat alone in the class, her back facing me but I could see that she was listening to music by the way she was tapping her fingers on the desk. Knocking would be useless since she couldn't hear me, so I slid my way in without her seeing me. I sat the muffins on the desk behind her and swung one of the chairs over so when I sat in it I would he directly facing her. Putting my elbows on the desk and resting my head on my palms I admired her features as her eyes stayed closed, absorbing the music and getting lost in her own little world. Damn she's so cute. Pecking her lips she gasped and opened her eyes, surprised to see me smirking in front of her. She punched my shoulder playfully and we both chuckled.

"When did you get here?" She asked, taking out her ear buds and putting them away.

"A few minutes ago, here, I got you something." I took the bag from the desk and handed her the muffin I got for her.

"I know you probably ate an apple or something so I got you this." I explained. She rolled her eyes but unwrapped the muffin with a smile. So I was right, huh?

"You know me so damn well." She said while chewing. I nodded and began eating my blueberry muffin as well. A few minutes went by and we sat in a comfortable silence that other couples would see as strange or weird but it was normal for us. Our feelings could go unspoken.

"So how'd things go today?" I threw away our trash and sat back down in the chair.

"Dad almost saw me, but when I heard his door slam I hauled ass." She snickered. Good thing she got out in time, I don't know how I would react seeing even more scars on her milky white skin that she hid from the world underneath long sleeves and bracelets.

"I wish I could help." I said. It hurt me to see the only person I've ever loved live in fear like this.

"You are helping. Being here for me is enough." She smiled.

We continued talking until the school bell rang, signaling it was eight o'clock and classes were starting at any minute.

"I have to go. I'll be at the normal spot during lunch." I stood up, grabbing my bag before slinging it over my shoulder and pecking Mae's lips again.

"I'll see you there." She said.

Mae's POV

I watched as Wonwoo left the room and the other students filed in like a herd of buffalo. A group of boys stood with each other a few feet away from my desk, discussing what to do over the weekend before saying how much they hated their parents because they took away their phone and grounded them. I rolled my eyes and ignored their conversation, if they thought that was bad, try living with my dad. But hey I'm just people watching, not eavesdropping at all.

I took out my music again to listen to until my teacher showed up, before I even had the chance to press play they were ripped out of my grasp. I didn't need to turn my head to see who took them, I know damn well who it is and exactly why they did it.

"Thanks for the gift, moron." Said the peppy voice that belonged to Kwon Daena, a proper way to describe her would be by saying she was the snake in my rabbit hole. But if I remember correctly, I'm way smarter than she'll ever be because I have common sense.

I kept silent as a response, if I snapped back at her I'd just be giving her what she wanted. Attention. She needed it from others to satisfy her growing ego and would target anyone to get it. So far she only pestered me into being her only victim. I couldn't blame her, like I said I'm an easy target. I was the girl who has no mom, mixed racially, and has no money to her name. It made me the perfect victim for her to attack for her own well being. I mean I clearly don't have enough to deal with in life so might as well add bullying to shake things up a bit, right? Hopefully you guys see the sarcasm in my statement. She just has nothing better to do with her petty life.

Me being quiet only seemed to annoy her, which I had expected, so she slammed her palm on my desk to grab the eyes of every single kid in class. With everyone watching us, she took this as a chance to humiliate me further by grabbing a water bottle from her bag and dumping it over my head. My clothes were soaked and it didn't help now knowing her water was infused with lime or some kind of citrus fruit. I smelled like a damn lemon tree that had germinated with a waterfall.

"Look who's a wet little whore." Oh well now that's just extra, no one needed to hear such a slur from the mouth of the real whore. Wait, does that make me hypocritical if I'm talking to myself? Probably, but whatever. She continued to sneer and circle my desk while the rest of the class erupted into laughter and I sat with my head down. I've grown used to the jokes and the constant harassment so I just take it at this point. There isn't really anything else I could do, if I talked back it would only get worse. If I told anyone they will not believe me, and things would still only get even worse from there. I've learned this through experience.

I took off my hoodie and thanked the lords the water didn't sink down to my shirt. But my hair didn't seem to get all that lucky so I settled with tying it up to keep somewhat dry. The door opened and the teacher stepped in, greeting the class and apologizing for being late.

"Madeline!" She yelled. I sat quietly but turned my head to acknowledge her,

"Why are you soaking wet in my classroom?!" Her yelling only making it harder for the students to hide their laughter.

"I-it was..." I looked over at Daena and her looks alone were enough to convince me against snitching. I closed my mouth and looked back down at my hands that were resting on my lap.

"I can't just have you walking into school soaked like this! Do to the nurses office to get cleaned up and come back when you're decent." She ordered while pointing her fingers to the door. I grabbed my book bag and now lemon scented hoodie and went to the nurses office, only to find it empty and locked. I sighed and went to my locker, grabbing the spare hoodie I kept here just in case something like this happened. I threw the soiled one onto the hook to take home and wash later, if I remembered. I then went to the bathroom to rinse off the smell of lemon-lime fusion that resided itself into my scalp and used paper towels to dry my hair, which was an excruciatingly long process.

By the time I was finished it's been an hour so when I went back to class the teacher was talking about a completely different subject than the one she left off with when I left. Even if it was the same topic I had zero idea what she was even talking about. None of it made much sense to me anyway.

"Madeline, care to tell me where you've been for the last hour?" She crossed her arms and looked at me like a crow stalking it's prey.

"Bathroom." I said simply.

"I told you to go to the nurse."

"Well maybe you should have made sure the nurse was there before sending me." I snapped. Her mouth hung open in surprise and I stood tall, she was mad that I was right and she knew it, but couldn't bring it out to admit she had been mistaken. Instead of speaking kindly like how most teacher should she resorted to her lecturing tone.

"I don't like you're attitude, missy. I suggest you clear it before I send you to ACI." ACI was like in-school suspension, you sit in a room until you take a break for lunch, school ends, or until you are instructed otherwise. You don't sit there without work, of course. The classes you miss give you the work and notes you need to complete and give to the supervisor. I've been there before and it wasn't so bad, the teacher's who were suppose to supervise us 'troublemakers' would fall asleep or go to the teacher's lounge instead of doing their jobs. But that didn't surprise me.

"I don't like your attitude either so I guess neither of us are happy. Send me to ACI, see if I care, it's all you ever do. It's probably better there than here, do you even think your dumbass students know what you're talking about? Why do you teachers here never do their fucking jobs anymore?" I didn't care, why should I? It's not like being polite would do anything good for me anyway. And she disrespected me first so why should I play nice?

"That's it! Go to ACI now or else I'll get security to do it for me." She threatened while walking to the school's phone. I scoffed before speaking.

"If I'm going down I'm doing it without your stupid security guards. Also this whole thing would've been avoided if you'd listen to me when I was saying it was Daena who soaked me with water. But you won't listen because her daddy is your pimp." I murmured the last part so then the teacher didn't hear it over her agitated whispers to the principle over the phone, letting him be aware of me being sent to ACI once more. What is this, the tenth time this month? If anything I'm excited to go, it keeps me away from everyone else and makes it easier to sneak out. I stormed out of the classroom and walked down the hall and into the designated ACI room, but not without flipping off the class while they broke their characters and giggled like children on a sugar high.

Four rows of desks placed before me and no one occupied any of them. The teacher's desk was empty as well, finally some time alone. I sat in the desk in the farthest corner of the rooms and took out my notebook, doodling random things over my notes about some formulas I'm never going to use again. I looked at the clock, 9:37 a.m.. Lunch is at 12:30 so what the heck am I going to do for three hours?

It was too risky to have my phone out, if a teacher were to see me on it in ACI they'll confiscate it immediately and give me detention, which is basically ACI but on a Saturday or after school. I didn't want to be here during school hours anyway so why would I risk being here longer? I looked around and saw no signs of entertainment, just white walls and a black chalk board that hadn't been cleaned off in years. The only color of the room being the red and blue inked graffiti on the desks, some were hotlines for "a good time" and others were stupid comic strips that I had read thousands of times. Some weren't bad but those were the ones I wrote.

There was a knock on the door and through the little window I saw a girl with a pile of papers and a textbook in her hand. I stood up to let her in and she set the papers down on the desk. The pink sticky note that was stuck on the first page read, "For Ms. Madeline, homeroom teacher: Ms. Lee." Ah, my beloved ACI work.

"Thank you." I said and flipped through the pages.

"N-no problem, Madeline." She stuttered before leaving. It took me a minute before realizing that was Park JinHa, the class secretary. I've never heard her talk much in class, but who has? Everyone knew she was a genius without her ever boasting about it. Was she that shy? I guess that's why she didn't win the presidential election, she lacks in people skills poor thing.

I sat back at my desk with my papers, apparently I would be missing two tests, three worksheets and a study guide for our Economics' test. I sighed and got to work, starting with my English test.

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Miss Nothing - Miss Everything Sequel - Request

Originally requested by @mrsdeanfuckingwinchester: Dean x reader have been married for years, she gets pregnant, but he doesn’t want it. She leaves but never moves on. He ends up in another relationship and about to marry her. At the altar, he decides he needs to be with reader and their child. Sequel requested by @winsmut (I need more), @essie1876 (I need to know what happens!!!), @mrs--banner (MOOOREEEEE AHHH), @a-stupid-pretty-girl-u-to-know (Part 2 for Miss Everything please?!?), @thoughtsfromtheam (Miss Everything is... everything... part 2??), anon ( 'Miss Everything', do you think that you could do a part2, ...), @leoqueen-maha ( OH MY CASTIEL!!! Does he find her? How? When? I NEED A MISS EVERYTHING SEQUEL PLEASE!...)

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word count: 3,951

Warnings: Daddy issues, I guess // I changed the time line a little for the sake of the story, as well. Also, un-edited because this is damn long and I had zero time.

A/N: Call me the angry mother with daddy issues from now on. This was a relief to write.

**Remember this is for the Sequel Friday special. ;)

Enjoy!

|Miss Everything|

It took him months, almost a year, but he finally located (Y/N). His heart skipped a beat when he saw her walking out of her house.

It wasn’t much of a big deal, it was small but it looked cozy and pretty, perfect for a child. Dean noticed a little plastic Barbie car at the front yard and butterfly stickers at one of the windows from the two story house.

She looked great. She had let her hair grow a bit more, and her face kept the youthful shinning he adored so much. She looked like someone who had gained and lost too much weight in a short amount of time, yet she looked gorgeous.

Dean was parked at the other side of the street, admiring her from afar, leaning on his black car. She hadn’t noticed him; she was picking up the toys from the entrance before leaving. Dean noticed a classic ford mustang in a delicious red colour. He remembered her love for classic cars, but was also pleased to see a children seat at the back.

He observed, patiently, dreaming of the minute her eyes connected with his – he had dreamt it ever since he left the Church and began his search for her – how her (Y/E/C) would show her the same heart-warming love and would shed happy tears; and her bright pink lips forming the biggest grin of them all… And how she would run to him, to hold him tightly not wanting to let him go. And Dean would apologize and make her all the kinds of promises he couldn’t do back in the day; and he would meet his child and they would be a family.

As his mind wandered to that fantasy, (Y/N) finished picking up and turned on the car, leaving him. Dean punished himself mentally for not being alert, and he also felt a bit sad that she hadn’t even noticed the black beauty behind him. How much she loved Baby, and the joyful glances she would give to it whenever it appeared at her front porch when Dean picked her up for a date.

He waited once more until she came back with a blonde kid with bright green eyes. She looked just like him, and she had a pink shirt with Led Zeppelin’s logo printed. She had a Barbie in hand, and he couldn’t help but to flinch when he noticed how it wore a hand-made leather jacket.

“Mommy!” The girl called. She didn’t have the typical squeaky and annoying tone every child has but rather a tougher one. “Can we go to the movies tonight?” She asked as (Y/N) helped her out of the car.

“Of course! Which movie would you like to watch?”

“Insidious!” She squealed happily. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and smiled lovingly at her.

“Finish your homework early and we’ll go.” The tiny girl didn’t argue, she nodded and ran back to the house.

(Y/N) stood there, taking the backpack and the groceries bags out. Dean knew he had to make his move then.

“I would…” He cleared his throat as he walked towards the woman he had once loved with all his heart, “I would love to join you… If you let me.”

(Y/N) froze dropping the bags to the floor. Dean was fast and caught them for her, offering his best puppy eyes. “Dean…” She whispered.

“Hi.” The signature Dean Winchester smile was flashed like a popstar shaking his hair to impress.

“You…” (Y/N)’s breath became heavy, and her eyes trapped the small tears that threatened to come out. It was just as Dean expected.

“I’m back… If you take me.” (Y/N) breathed in deeply and, when Dean thought she would hug him, she slapped him so hard he almost dropped the bags.

“DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I WENT THROUGH?” She fumed, “A FREAKING SINGLE MOTHER THAT KNEW NOTHING OTHER THAN HUNTING FREAKING MONSTERS RAISING A CHILD FROM A MAN WHO ABBANDONED HER…”

“I know, I’m sorry…”

“SORRY?!” She let out a sarcastic laughter, “Do you even know her name?”

“Ma-Mary?” He suggested.

“Why on Earth would I name her that?!” She exclaimed.

“Because… it’s my mother’s name?” Dean had shortened like a submissive slave.

“Right, of course!” She hissed, “Why didn’t I think of naming my child after the mother of the man who abandoned us!” She face palmed angrily and took the bags off his hands.

“(Y/N), please.” He begged.

“Please?” She was about to cry, “That’s exactly what I… I begged you to think it through, I remained hopeful that you would change your mind and come back to us…”

“I came back, (Y/N).”

“Five years later, Dean.” She whispered bitterly, “She’s better without you.”

(Y/N) turned around to leave, hoping that her girl hadn’t heard the argument or that she wouldn’t notice her crying… Although, she always noticed when something was wrong. She was so smart and mature… Side effects of growing with a single mother that couldn’t get her shit together during her first year.

“Can you at least tell me her name?” Dean begged.

“Louise.” She replied nonchalantly and opened the door.

“What does it mean?” Dean asked again. (Y/N) took a deep breath.

“Warrior.”

-

Dean couldn’t blame her for reacting like that. Hell, he would’ve done the exact same thing. He had been so dumb, so naïve and narcissistic to think that (Y/N), out of all women, would take him back just like that after five years of raising her child all by herself… No, he had to earn that right and the first part of his plan was done. He hadn’t only confronted her and made her know he was willing to get them back, but he had also made sure to leave a little envelope on her mailbox with money he had saved over the years.

He had saved it for his retirement, apparently, but in reality he saved it just in case (Y/N) came back asking for help… he knew it was expensive to raise a child, and was now impressed that he had managed all by herself. Either way, he was willing to give her a monthly envelope with what he thought was enough money because, whether she took him back or not, he wanted to give his child the life he had kept her from.

His child… Little Louise with her golden looks and apple green eyes; with Barbies that needed hand-made clothes because nothing was badass enough, wanting to go to horror movies and listening to classic rock music… She was a dream come true and Dean’s heart ached at the thought of not being there while she grew up.

He had missed her first steps, her first words, her first everything… He didn’t want to miss the rest of it.

“Well, it could’ve been worse.” Sam told him once Dean arrived to the bunker to tell him every last detail.

“Worse?” Dean inquired angrily.

“I thought she would kill you.” Sam shrugged his shoulders.

“And you left me go with that in mind? What if she did kill me?” Sam hesitated.

“You kind of deserve it…” He said. Dean sighed heavily.

“I know…”

“So what does he look like?” Dean lifted an eyebrow, “Your child.”

“It’s a girl… Louise.” He explained with a sad smile, “She looks just like me… or mom.”

“Can’t deny I always knew we have strong genes…” Sam joked.

“But she’s a real bad-ass just like (Y/N)… She wanted to go watch Insidious and her Barbie had a leather jacket… Oh, and she wore a pink Led Zeppelin’s shirt!” Dean cheered. Sam observed with both sadness and joy at his brother’s reaction.

“She sounds awesome.” Sam mumbled.

“Yeah… I need to know her, Sam.” Dean spoke softly, “I need her to know I’m her dad… Even if she hates me.”

“She probably will…”

“She’s five.”

“Doesn’t matter.” Sam said, “I started hating on dad when I was three… And he never truly abandoned us so…” He clicked his tongue.

“How reassuring.” Dean hissed.

“I’m just saying, man… It will cost you and eye and half of the other to get them back.” Dean nodded, taking a sip from his beer. “I’ll help you, though.”

-

The next week, at night, Dean appeared back at her door. (Y/N) didn’t let him in, she simply walked out and shut the door behind her.

“What the hell are you doing here?” She whispered angrily.

“I…”

“She’s asleep, Dean!” She insisted, “You can’t just come in at ten o’clock and ring the doorbell.”

“Sorry, it won’t happen again.” He promised in the same low voice she was using.

“Of course it won’t, because I forbid you to come back.” Dean’s face fell.

“(Y/N), don’t do this, please.” Dean begged.

“Can’t you see?” She sniffed, “She’s grown thinking that her father doesn’t love her… And it’s not my words but the kids at school, the ones who bully her for not taking anyone for father’s day.”

“I had no idea…” Dean mumbled.

“Of course you don’t… You’re too busy living the bachelor life, drinking and sleeping around with skanks.” She hissed.

“I changed, (Y/N).” He insisted.

“Changed the outfit, perhaps. First time I see you wearing a shirt that’s not a squared flannel.” Dean looked down to see his red shirt over the black tee…

“(Y/N), please.” He begged once again.

“What would you even tell her? That you changed your mind? That you do love her?” She started crying, “That you made a mistake and want her back? She doesn’t want to hear it Dean…”

“How do you know?”

“Because we go to therapy, Dean!” She cried, “You think you suffered because daddy was out working? Imagine no daddy at all!”

“I’m… I’m sorry…” He too started crying, “I just didn’t want her to drag her into the life… I wanted her to have a normal life…”

“Leaving us wasn’t the way, that’s for sure.” She hissed, “Please, leave us alone.”

She entered the house, leaving a crying Dean at the door.

“Lame.” A younger voice spoke in the darkness. Dean got on alert, taking his gun out. “My mom’s gun is bigger.” It said and Dean followed it to the fence right next to the house, which lead to the backyard. Louise was sitting there, observing.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” Dean inquired in an authoritarian voice.

“Shouldn’t you be apologizing?” She snapped back, chewing a pink bubble gum.

“It’s too late for candies.” He observed.

“It’s too late for trying to be a father.” She said.

“How old are you?” Dean inquired. Yes, children could be assholes but even so she spoke like an older person.

“Five.” She smirked cockily.

“Sassy, just like your mother.” Dean mumbled.

“Don’t forget smart.” Dean chuckled and nodded. “We’re still in the life.” she said, making sure to use a morbid tone for the last words. “Last weekend we hunted a vetala in Nebraska.”

“Really?” Dean walked closer so he was face to face to her.

“Yup.” She popped the p, “I killed them… Nobody ever suspects about the small ones.”

“Damn right, sweetheart.” Dean joked and she giggled. The sound of her made Dean’s heart melt. “So which is your favourite band?”

“One Direction.” His face fell once more and so she laughed loudly. “I’m joking, mom did the same when I told her… My favourite band is Blue Oyster Cult.” Dean smiled at her stumbling over “oyster”.

“Song?”

“I can’t just pick one.” She smiled shyly. Dean agreed with her. “Don’t listen to her… She still loves you, but she’s hurt…”

“I don’t think she loves me anymore.” Dean confessed sadly.

“If she didn’t she would already be married to Mr. Culton… My art teacher who is in love with her…” Louise shrugged her tiny shoulders.

“Maybe… But I have to follow her rules.” Dean explained sadly.

“Fine, let’s follow her rules.” She smirked mischievously, “At this time she goes back to bed and watches sci-fi shows until she falls asleep…”

“You want us to meet in secret?” Dean inquired softly.

“Only until she forgives you… I would really like to get to know my dad.” Dean shuddered.

“I’ll be here every night if that’s what you want.” He promised.

“Good, now leave before she notices your car is still parked outside… Oh and, bring me more bubble gum, Mrs. Hatkins doesn’t want to give me more because she says my teeth will rot.”

“She’s right.” Dean observed.

“If I have your teeth, no.” She snapped back, “Mom says you drink daily and your teeth are still perfect… And alcohol deteriorates them faster so…”

“Deteriorates? How do you even know that word?”

“I read.” She stated like it was the most obvious thing in the planet. “Now leave.”

“Right, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He promised, stroking a strand of her softly like he was afraid to touch her.

“Good night, dad.” She winked and jumped to the other side of the fence. Dean saw her small figure running back to the house. He walked back to his car and, before he got in, the lights of her room turned on and her cheeky face appeared at the window. She was showing him the exact box of bubble gum she wanted. Dean gave her a thumb up as a gesture that he understood and left.

For the rest of the week, he would park his car a few houses away and meet his daughter at the fence. They would talk about everything including the issues in Heaven and Castiel as well as the ridiculous things Mr. Culton would do to impress (Y/N).

One night, (Y/N) begged him to show her his car. Dean’s heart fluttered when the girl started quoting facts about that exact model and complimented his job at reconstructing her during the several accidents.

“When mom forgives you, can you give me a ride?” She inquired as they walked back to the house.

“Of course, where would you like me to take you?” She thought it for a second, pouting.

“As far as we can, so I can spend more time on it with you.” She smiled. The pink bubble gum was visible against one of her back teeth.

“Miss, you got yourself a deal.” Dean said as he lifted her over the fence to get her to the other side.

“You know?” She spoke before he left, “Mom always said you were a good man and I didn’t believe her because... You know.”

“I know…”

“But now,” She continued, “I agree with her.”

-

Dean was so happy to have finally bonded with his daughter. Of course, Sam was too but he insisted that it wasn’t a good idea to see Louise without (Y/N)’s permission, knowing that there were legal actions she could take.

“But she’s so smart!” Dean continued.

“I know, you’ve said it before.” Sam rolled his eyes but made sure to show his happiness with a smile.

“And her jokes!”

“We know.” Castiel added. He was very interested in Dean’s behaviour after meeting Louise.

“AND SHE SINGS!”

“Awesome…” Sam whispered, “What about (Y/N)?”

Of course, Dean hadn’t forgotten about her. Every week he would appear at her door to apologize. He gave her flowers, she threw them on his face; he got her an “I’m sorry” cake, and she took the lid off and threw it on his face. He had tried with all kinds of presents and none of them worked. Less to say, she wouldn’t receive the envelopes, instead, whenever he appeared, she would throw it back to him.

“Maybe she doesn’t need gifts…” Sam suggested, remembering how much of a simple girl (Y/N) was.

Louise tried to help him. She would list all the weird things Mr. Culton did so Dean avoided them, but even so (Y/N) didn’t want to see him.

-

That night, Dean arrived earlier than usual. He saw (Y/N) through the kitchen’s window, washing the dishes as Louise made a drawing at the table behind her. That was the kind of vision he wanted; (Y/N), Louise and him being a real family.

She was singing… It wasn’t the kind of singing one does to impress but rather the kind that comes out unconsciously. Dean’s heart fluttered at the sound of her voice; how much he missed her voice in the mornings, whispering his name…

Louise noticed him. She had the ears of a hunter, and so she made all kinds of faces for him to wait until (Y/N) left but he shook his head. He had decided to follow Sam’s advice.

Confidently, but inertly dying out of nerves, he knocked the door. Louise acted like she had no idea who that was and so (Y/N) dried her hands and opened. Before she could shut it on his face, Dean held the door and begged her for a chance.

“Begging doesn’t sit you, Winchester.” She hissed in a whisper.

“Mommy?” Louise called innocently, “Who is it?”

“No one, sweetie.” (Y/N) gave her a fake smile, “Just another sales man.”

Louis sighed heavily, jumping down of the chair with her drawing in hand and showing it to her.

“A sales man or my dad, Dean Winchester.” The tiny girl spoke. The drawing showed (Y/N) and Dean, holding hands with Louise sitting on his shoulders; there were hearts all around and flowers and dead monsters.

“What does your therapist says about the dead monsters in your drawings?” Dean inquired.

“She thinks it’s a reflection of my own nightmares that…” (Y/N) shut her mouth instantly, “Out!” She ordered.

“No, mom.” Louise begged.

“Honey, you don’t even know him!” (Y/N) squealed.

“Yes, I do.” Louise insisted and proceeded to confess her crimes.

“YOU TOOK MY DAUGHTER OUT OF THE HOUSE TO SHOW HER YOUR GODDAMN CAR?!” (Y/N) fumed once Louise finished.

“First of all, she’s our daughter.” Dean stated, “Second of all, you loved that car; and third of all, I took care of her and brought her back.”

They had stopped fighting with the door. (Y/N) kept it wide open but didn’t allow Dean to step in.

“I don’t care, Dean!” She insisted, “You can’t appear five years later and try to win her with Baby and bubble gum… Which by the way,” she turned to Louise, “you can’t chew bubble gum so late at night every day!”

“That’s exactly what I told her…” Dean mumbled.

“Yet you brought her more boxes and… And you don’t have the right to tell my daughter what to do!” (Y/N) exclaimed.

“Our daughter.” Dean repeated.

“No, you might’ve helped with bringing her… but the one that raised her and took care of and all of that is me.” (Y/N) fumed.

“She has a point.” Louise observed.

“Go to your room.” (Y/N) ordered.

“I think she has the right to listen to what I need to tell you.” Dean muttered.

“No! Parents talk about their problems while the kids play. Also, you can’t give me the contrary because we’re supposed to… I’m supposed to make the right decisions for her.” She corrected herself. Truth was, she had always dreamt of Dean coming back and being parents together but after the damage and pain Louise had suffered… The world would never understand the pain a mother feels when her child suffers.

“Please, (Y/N).” Dean begged.

“Please, mom.” Louise joined her. (Y/N) could resist a pair of green puppy eyes but too was too much to bear and so they ended up at the living room, with Dean sitting in front of the two girls ready to apologize.

“I’m an idiot.”

“Idiot is short.” (Y/N)interrupted.

“Fine, I’m more than an idiot… I’m an asshole, an awful person and I certainly don’t deserve your forgiveness. I was about to marry someone else… But when I was there, at the altar, I couldn’t think of anyone else but you, (Y/N).” He confessed, “I never stopped loving you, not even when we broke up, you have always been the love of my life. I broke my dad’s rules to marry you when we were young, and I broke my own heart and yours trying to keep you and Louise safe from hunting.”

“Which of course didn’t happen.” Louis whispered, receiving a stern glare from both of them.

“My point is that I suffered just as much as you did… I imagined every night how Louise would look like, and how her personality would be and you as a mother… And I tortured myself with those thoughts because I deserved it, and I never looked for you before because I thought I would be rewarding myself if I did and I deserved to be punished for… For kicking you out.”

“And now you’re back.” She muttered.

“I’m back because I don’t want any other life if it isn’t with you two… I don’t…  don’t expect you to take me back, not at least in five years…”

“Ten.” Louise stated.

“Ten years. But I want to be with you… I want to go to the movies with you and watch horror films, and I want to go hunting and I want to cook dinner and go to the park… Everything a father and a husband does…”

“Only father.” (Y/N) stated.

“We are still married, though… Remember?” Louise frowned, “The paper from Vegas wasn’t precisely official so there was no divorce to be made unless we went back to Vegas…”

“I don’t care, Dean.” (Y/N) whispered.

“I know.” He cleared his throat, “But please, let me try.”

“You were scared that your life would come after us…” (Y/N) muttered.

“And now my best friend is an Angel, I share drinks with the King of Hell and I have God’s number… I’m not really afraid anymore.” He confessed.

“God’s number?” (Y/N) inquired.

“Yup, remember Chuck?”

“I KNEW IT!” Dean chuckled.

“I can take care of you now… Please, give me a chance.” (Y/N) thought it for longer than Dean expected, sharing knowing glances with Louise.

“Weekends… And you can call her after school.” She finally stated, “If it’s true that you changed… We’ll see if it escalates from that.”

“I promise I’ll be the best father ever, right kiddo?” Louise giggled and they high fived.

“Right… It’s school day tomorrow so…” Dean nodded and got up.

“Right, sorry.” He said, “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

(Y/N) walked Dean out. “If you hurt her…”

“I won’t.” Dean promised. “I want to make things right with her… And you.” (Y/N) nodded, “In fact… Louise told me she has a sleep over next Friday… Maybe I could take you to the midnight show at the movies, like in the old times.”

She chuckled. “There’s no such thing anymore.”

“Then stargazing… Or I could show you the bunker where we live now and introduce you to Castiel… Sam would love to see you.” Dean insisted.

“Baby steps, Dean. You hurt us badly.” She said.

“Right, sorry.” (Y/N) bit her lips and, before he left, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Drive safe, and tell Sam and Castiel that they can come to dinner next weekend.” Dean smiled widely at her. She got back inside and Dean walked to Baby.

He took one last look the house and noticed Louise at the window giving him thumbs up cheerfully. Dean replied with the same gesture. Louise jumped away from the window, and two second later (Y/N) appeared where her daughter had been. She gave Dean a stern glare and he apologize silently. She shook her head and moved away. The lights of the room went out and so her left.

It would take him years, but he was sure he would get them back sooner or later.

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