#ʚ♡ɞ deer in headlights ʚ♡ɞ

[f4ilure-g1rl-fuyu]

WE'R3 G0NNA BE ON N4TIONAL T3LEVISION, CAN YOU BEL1EVE TH4T????

[failure-girl-fuyu]

A FUCKING GAZA ACCOUNT TAGGED ME IN A POST?????? WTF WTF DON'T DO THAT PLEASE I DON'T HAVE MONEY WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO

i do feel terrible about it but i literally can't do anything. i don't have any cards with money on them and i'm not stealing my mother's. what do you want me to do???????

[yourownutopia]

❥001 ╔⏤⏤⏤╝❀╚⏤⏤⏤╗ 𝙖 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 ˗ˏˋ ʚ♡ɞ ˎˊ˗ ╚⏤⏤⏤╗❀╔⏤⏤⏤╝ 𝘗𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥! 𝘑𝘪𝘯 𝘞𝘰𝘰 𝘹 𝘧𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤é𝘦! 𝘍𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ┊𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧┊𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵┊ 𝘌𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘙𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱┊𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘵┊

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭ Silently, the door clicked shut as Jin-Woo stepped into the apartment. The darkness that greeted him sparked a glimmer of hope—maybe his late return had gone unnoticed. He paused, scanning the room with sharp eyes before glancing at the open bedroom door. At least the lights were off, offering him a small sense of relief.

With a swift motion, he shrugged off his coat, draping it over one of the kitchen chairs after slipping out of his shoes. His goal? The bathroom. He was covered in sweat and grime; the raid had taken a lot out of him, and all he wanted was a quick shower before crashing on the couch.

On tiptoe, he carefully maneuvered through the living area. Just as he thought he was safe, a soft voice from the bedroom froze him in place.

"Where do you think you're going?"

The familiar voice sent a shiver down his spine. A moment later, the soft click of a nightlight filled the room, and he felt like a deer caught in headlights. His beautiful fiancée sat upright in bed, her gaze locked onto him.

Her hair was a little messy, and she was wearing one of his shirts—far too big for her—while the blanket covered her legs. She was... breathtaking.

He knew immediately that he had messed up. Again.

"It's four in the morning," she stated, disbelief clear in her tone.

Jin-Woo scrambled for an excuse but came up blank.

"Oh... it's that late alrea—" He forced a nervous smile, but it faltered under her unimpressed stare. He was making things worse.

"I was just—" he started, but the moment she sighed and looked away, he felt a painful sting in his chest.

She wasn’t even angry anymore—just exhausted. Exhausted by his late-night disappearances, the excuses, the secrets. Did he not understand that she worried about him? That, despite knowing how strong he was, she still spent every moment dreading his return? That she couldn’t sleep when he wasn’t beside her or at least safe within their home?

Was it her fault? Did she make him feel like he couldn’t confide in her?

Jin-Woo watched her, lost in thought, before quietly stepping forward and sitting on the edge of the bed. His gaze flickered to the engagement ring resting on the nightstand before returning to her.

When she noticed the shift in the mattress, she looked up, her tired eyes meeting his. The guilt weighed heavily on him.

He hated seeing her like this. Hated how distant she become. Hated how she stared into nothing, her body tense, her thoughts spiraling. It had been happening more frequently—especially when he screwed up.

But more than anything, he hated himself for causing her pain. For not being able to stop. For not telling her the truth.

"I-I know I'm not really helping lately," she admitted, fingers clutching the blanket over her lap, her gaze dropping.

Beneath the blanket lay her legs, the scars of battle still not fully healed. On bad days, she could still feel the pain—or the numbness in her limbs. It had taken weeks for her to walk again, and only this month had she finally been able to slowly but surely resume her training, regaining her Strength as an S Rank Hunter slowly but steady.

She hated feeling weak. Hated that, right now - she couldn’t fight beside him—that she was bound to the sidelines while he faced the dangers alone. Especially now, when everything was spiraling out of control.

Jin-Woo didn’t like the thought of her returning to the battlefield. The fear of her getting hurt again was too great. He thought that if he could just become strong enough, then she wouldn’t have to fight at all. That he could carry it alone. But he didn't realize how distant they had become.

His eyes widened, his throat suddenly dry. Was that what she thought? That she was the problem?

"Stop," he said firmly, his voice both serious and gentle. He needed to end that thought before it could take root.

He reached for her hands, covering them with his own as if she might break under too much pressure.

He had kept everything bottled up, thinking it would protect her. Thinking he was sparing her from worry. But in the end, he had only hurt her more.

"You didn’t do anything wrong. I—" He ran a hand through his hair, struggling to put his thoughts into words. Emotions were never his strong suit. How could he make her understand?

She watched him closely, noticing how he wrestled with himself. His eyes darted nervously, avoiding hers.

"Talk to me," she pleaded softly, barely above a whisper.

Their gazes met, and he felt himself drowning in the endless depths of her [E/C] eyes. She was the only person he could ever be truly honest with. The only one he trusted enough to be vulnerable around.

"I’m afraid," he finally admitted, his voice barely audible. "Of what?" she asked gently—patiently—giving him the space to speak at his own pace.

"That I won’t be able to protect you," he confessed. His eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, their intensity locked onto her delicate form. His greatest fear was losing her. Failing her. Being forced to live in a world without her.

"How could I go on if something happened to you?" His expression darkened, as if his worst nightmare was unfolding before him.

"I can’t—" he began, but the words died in his throat.

Images flashed through his mind.

Her pained expression as Beru’s claws tore through her stomach, the blood spilling from her lips, her body going limp.

Her nearly lifeless form collapsing into his arms—just in time to catch her.

The helplessness that had consumed him, knowing there was nothing he could do. Nothing but watch as she slipped away, growing weaker by the second, until the battle was finally over and he could reach her.

He didn’t realize that tears had gathered in his eyes as he saw the concern on her face.

Jin-Woo remembered it all as if it had happened yesterday.

The suffocating fear. The panic that made his hands shake. The overwhelming relief when he was told she would survive. And the tears in his eyes when she finally woke up.

That was the moment he decided—he would never let her go. The Moment he decided that he would make her his wife.

"I can’t," he whispered again, his normally composed voice trembling. His body tensed, reacting as if he were reliving the nightmare all over again. His breath quickened, his palms grew clammy.

[Y/N]’s eyes widened. She recognized the signs of an impending panic attack.

Instead of pulling him into an embrace, she gently took his hands, pressing them against her chest, right where her heart beat steadily.

"can you feel that?" she asked softly, a warm smile gracing her lips as she held his hands against her - earning a confused look from the Shadow monarch.

"Do you feel it?" she repeated. "I'm right here", she added.

Her words reached him. His lost, empty gaze slowly refocused. Under his fingertips, he felt the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. Calm. Strong. Real.

His own heart was racing, but hers—hers was solid, grounding him. He took a shaky breath, pulling away just enough to wrap his arms around her instead.

One hand tangled in her soft [H/C] hair, the other clung to her waist as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. Her warmth seeped into him, soothing his frayed nerves.

[Y/N] was startled by his sudden embrace but quickly reciprocated, holding him tightly.

"I love you so much" he murmured, his voice raw. She felt the dampness of his silent tears against her skin. He had said those words before, but this time, they carried a weight unlike any other. It was as if the words were engraving themselves deep into her soul, carrying so much weight and meaning that she would never forget them, even beyond this life. "I love you too" she whispered, tracing slow, comforting circles along his back.

Slowly, the tension in his body faded. His heartbeat calmed. But he didn’t let go.

"Jin-Woo?" she murmured after a long silence, noticing how his head grew heavier against her. He only responded with a soft hum. Exhaustion had finally won.

She smiled, carefully guiding him onto the pillow and pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

"Sleep well," she whispered, resting her forehead against his before drifting into slumber beside him.

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𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ! ꨄ︎ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ I just wanted some quick fluff and comfort, nothing too special. I hope you enjoyed it anyways <3 Thanks for all reblogs, likes & comments.'*•.¸♡ I really appreciate it <3 ♡¸.•*' ˋ°•*⁀✎ 𝑢𝑡𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑎

[nostalgiclittlespace]

hello friend!! may i please request a flip!cg! haley x flip!regressor! farmer! reader (stardew valley) fic where the reader accidentally gets themselves hurt from overworking? if possible, they're receiving comfort from either a cooking or gardening accident. thank you so much!! have a wonderful day ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Super cute, idea! Relationship between Haley and reader is unspecified, though implied they are married and living on the farm together. It was really fun to write them as flips and include caregiver and little vibes from them both 😋 Hope you like it! (Title is from a Melanie Martinez song)

SFW AGE REGRESSION FIC. DNI IF NSFW, KINK, PROSHIP, OR SIMILAR. DO NOT REPOST TO OTHER SITES.

Title: Frosting of my Heart

Pairing: Flip/CG!Haley & Flip/Regressor!Reader

Wordcount: 1012

Description: You’ve been working very hard lately, and most recently wanted to surprise Haley with her favorite cake. A small mishap in the kitchen led to an injury, but Haley is always there when you need her!

TW: Knives, blood, and cuts (accidental) Not super graphic, but it’s there

Frosting of my Heart

While the rest of the world fell to chaos, Stardew Valley remained virtually untouched.  You lived here now, in the quaint Pelican Town.  You were happy to have settled here, to have inherited your grandfather’s peaceful farm and enjoy a calm, lovely life in your own bubble.

Speaking of being in your own bubble…

Today, you had been a bit spacey.  Even if Pelican Town was its own small paradise, it still required serious work.  You were regressed and tired after a long day’s work, filled with caring for your animals and harvesting.  You had intended on taking a nap that afternoon, but there was just so much to do!  And even after you finished your chores, you wanted to bake Haley her favorite treat, just because you loved and appreciated her!  She had gone out for the day to visit her sister in town, so it was the perfect time to cook up a surprise.

So, after a quick shower and turning on your favorite music, you dashed around the kitchen, hardly paying attention to what you were doing.  You knew the recipe for Pink Cake like the back of your hand now, since you had made it so many times.  It didn’t take very much concentration to measure flour or crack an egg, so your tired, distracted headspace continued on.  

Soon enough, you got the cake in the oven, and you could begin preparing the frosting.   You wouldn’t need to do too much yet, as the icing wouldn’t be applied until the cake was fully cooled, but you could at least get started on slicing the cherries you used.  They provided a perfect flavor and color, a rich and natural pink.

As the scent of homemade cake floated through your small kitchen, you sliced and diced cherries into fine pieces. All you could think about was how happy Haley would be when she smelled it when she walked in the door.  

Nothing else existed or mattered within these walls of distraction, and–

Ouch.

A sudden pain in your finger snapped you back to reality, reflexes taking over.  You looked down to see a red liquid on your finger, and for a split second you chalked it to be cherry juice.  But as the pain fully sunk in, you quickly realized your mistake.  You had accidentally cut yourself.

Your eyes welled up, frightened by the blood and knowing Haley always told you to be careful with knives if you were regressed.  What would she say?  More pressingly, where was she so she could bandage it up and kiss it better?

As if the universe heard your prayers, the front door swung open that very moment.  Haley stood in the doorway like an angel from the heavens, a halo of golden blonde hair and a cheerful smile.  She stepped inside, not yet noticing your peril.

“Hey, love,” she greeted happily.  “How was life without me for a day?  Let me guess, you missed me terribly?...Why are you holding your hand like that?”

“I got a cut,” you admitted in a small voice, feeling like a deer in the headlights as Haley’s eyes widened.

“You’re hurt!?  Why didn’t you say so!?” she exclaimed, hurrying towards you and snatching your hand to inspect it.

Haley’s brow furrowed in concentration as she stared intently at the cut on your finger.  You froze with bated breath, as if awaiting news that this centimeter sized wound would be your demise.

“You need a bandaid.  You’re lucky it’s not too deep, otherwise we’d have to run to Harvey’s clinic!” Haley said, already dragging you to the medicine cabinet to find supplies.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, already feeling bad for worrying her.

“It’s okay.  It was an accident,” Haley waved you off, standing on her tiptoes to reach the disinfectant spray and a colorful bandaid.  “Let’s go sit down and get you patched up.”

With that, Haley guided you to the dining table, where she took a seat across from you.  You braced yourself for the brief sting from the antiseptic spray, which Haley always insisted on using whenever you got an injury, no matter how minor.  She seemed to have learned something from the resident doctor, as she would always spew facts about the germs that your animals and soil carried, which you worked with every day, and the importance of preventing infection, even in the most minor of injuries.  Thankfully, it only hurt for a few seconds, and Haley wouldn’t chastise you for whining while it did.  Instead, she wrapped your finger in a clean tissue to stop the bleeding, then pressed a kiss on top of it.  That alone made the pain ease.

“How did you get hurt anyway?” she asked.

“I wanted to make you a cake,” you explained weakly.  “I was cutting the cherries.”

Haley hummed, nodding.  “I thought something smelled delicious in here.  Pink Cake?”

“Uh-huh,” you nodded.  

“Well, thank you very much for making it, love,” Haley smiled.

She removed the tissue from your finger, surveying it once more to make sure it wouldn’t bleed anymore.  Satisfied, she reached for the bandaid and unwrapped it; it was in your favorite colors with a heart in the center–a design Haley let you pick out last time you were at Peirre’s General Store.  (She had picked a pretty pink pack for herself)

“Hold still,” Haley ordered as she wrapped the bandage.  Not too tight, and not too loose; it felt like a small hug and safeguard for your battle wound.  “There, all better!”

“Thank you,” you said, feeling much better now that there was no more blood or loneliness.  In fact, the farmhouse returned to its usual calmness.  Once again, you could return to your bubble, where anything frightful couldn’t touch you.

“How about I help you finish cutting the cherries,” Haley suggested.  “You are too little to be handling knives by yourself, you know.”

“Okay,” you nodded.  “After that can we go play?”

“I’d like that.  Want to have cake for dinner too?  As a treat for all your hard work?”

“Yes!”

[tiredslepz]

QUIT PLAYING GAMES WITH MY HEART !

ʚ♡ɞ ~ angst, dabi afraid of commitment, situationship, (not proofread)

Ever since you've laid your eyes on Dabi, you knew that his eyes were his defining feature. You would always notice his cerulean eyes glowing as he entered the room.

When he would get hurt, he would go to you, just because you took med school. You would just see him barge in your apartment all bloodied, and all he would say is, "A little help here, maybe?" with an expression to cover up the pain. "Dabi! What have you gotten into now?" It annoys you, how you could be enjoying life, then Dabi crashes into your place, asking for help. You hear him chuckle as you grab the needed supplies, then going back to help him. "It's not too deep, is it?" your eyes are fixated on the bloodied sleeve, then looking back at him. "Why, you care that much about me?" his brow raises, teasing you even though he has blood spilling out of his body. "Just answer it, Dabi." you roll your eyes, inspecting it again. "Just a scratch, honestly." he watches you intently. "Right, take it off." you stand up, getting something else from the cupboard he can't see from his view. "If you wanted me to remove my shirt, you could've asked me properly, princess." he watches you, wanting to see the look on your face. It's funny to him, really, how you barely have a reaction. "The coat, dumbass. Not unless you have a wound under the shirt." you sigh, waiting for him to comply. "Whatever you say." he takes off his coat, tossing it somewhere else. "Just a scratch, huh? If this were any deeper, it would need stitches." you stare at him, then sigh looking at it again.

"I already cleaned it anyways." you could almost tell he was rolling his eyes at you. "Right.." you start bandaging him up, letting your thoughts get to you. He actually has a nice physique, one you've only seen when he's hurt. God, you wish that wasn't the requirement. Speaking of.. "Don't you guys have a doctor over there?" you stop bandaging for a while, waiting for him to answer your question. "What of it?" his brow raises. "I mean, you could definitely go to Doctor Garaki, or whatever his name is whenever you get hurt." you roll your eyes, and continue to bandage up his wounds. "Well, I could, but he's too snappy. You're more gentler with me." his eyes soften, unfortunately you don't see it. "..Right. All done." you stand up, cleaning up whatever mess he made.

He takes a look at it, then shrugs. "You want some cookies?" you ask from the kitchen. He follows your voice, and sits down by the counter. You take out the freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, then you went to get two plates. "All this for me, huh?" he takes a cookie from the tray, already taking a bite from it. You come back with two plates, and notice a cookie missing. "Dabi! I was gonna take a picture of it!" you groan, putting down the plates. "You still can. Just with my bitten cookie." he places back the cookie in the tray, basically half-eaten. "Ugh, now people will think I'm impatient for food." you take out your phone, getting ready to take a picture of it. "Or that you have a date." You freeze for a moment, and look back at him, seeing his signature half-smirk whenever he got you looking like a deer in headlights. "Shut up." you take a picture of it, then give the cookie back. You sit down just besides him, taking three cookies for both of you.

While you're eating, your hand reaches out to hold his. You expect Dabi to tease you for it, but instead his hand instinctively goes closer to yours. Your hand grazes over his and— his phone gets a notification. He checks it out. He suddenly stands up, and gets his still bloodied coat, heading for the door. "Where are you going?" you ask, just before he leaves. "Duty calls." you hear him say, just as the door closes.

You're left with two plates, one empty, one full.

The next time you see him is when he invites you to the League. It's an abandoned building somehow made better. The outside looks like it could crumble anytime, but the inside is pretty decent. Well, you've seen worse. You go inside, seeing Kuroguri immediately. He escorts you to where everyone is, and you see Dabi waiting for you. "I'm surprised you haven't gotten hurt and visited me yet." you hum, and follow him to see the others. "What, miss me already?" he laughs, opening the door for you. "Ladies first." you roll your eyes, and enter the room. You see them— Shigaraki, Toga, Spinner, Compress, all of them. You bow out of respect, until you hear Dabi say it's not needed.

After all the introductions, it was tiring. You wanted to go lie down in your bed, now that you have to live here, apparently. "Oh yeah, uh, where do I sleep?" you ask, feeling sleepy already. You hear Shigaraki mutter something, but he says this instead, "You can sleep with Toga." you nod— "She can stay with me instead." you hear Dabi say. "No fair! I wanted to see how her blood tasted like~" Right. Toga is.. Toga. You then follow Dabi out the room, and go inside his. "Oh, a king sized bed? Where'd you guys get this?" you sit down on the edge of the bed. "Stole it, obviously." he sits down besides you. "Dabi.." your hand reaches for his again. "Did Shigaraki really call you for something.. last time?" this time, your hand reached his. His brow raises, and he smirks at your gesture. " 'Course he did. Why would I leave those cookies?" you groan, "Oh, so it's just the cookies then?" you glare at him. Then, he squeezes your hand. "Don't get all grumpy with me. You know that's not what I mean." he looks back at you, his demeanour softer, somehow. "Then what do you mean?" you return the gaze, hoping to kiss him. "Well—"

You hear Toga say something ahout a mission from the door, which then fades out. His hand slips from yours, and you're left dumbfounded. "Dabi-" it's gonna happen again, isn't it? "Maybe next time, princess." it's another mission, huh.

Ever since you've laid your eyes on Dabi, you knew that his eyes were his defining feature. And you would always notice how his cerulean eyes glowed as he left.

a/n: pls bare w me w this bcz i made this when the wifi was out so some things may not be correct, like the location descriptions.. also cmmt for pt2 :33

[glitchcat808]

first time requesting on your blog!!!

can I request flower, lollipop, or ruby (Bfb) with reader that has a double life as a superhero and normal life as a singer but reader kinda forgets about a concert they had with (flower, lollipop, or ruby) and remembers when fighting crime in superhero form so they try to make it to the concert as fast as possible but the concert has already ended. and their co - singer just leave when they get in at the end out of anger but they forgive each other the next day

I almost forgot to add to make it a oneshot and angst to fluff

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

pls and thank you!!

OHHH YOU INTO SOMETHIN' !!!!

Hmmm, i feel like ruby will just get worried at us and flower will just get annoyed. SO YOU KNOW WE GOING WITH THE GIRLBOSS YES WE DO!!!!/POS

ALSO, since the request doesnt say any romantic/platonic relationship with the characters, i decided its best if i make the reader and the girly into a romantic relationship (hope it doesnt bother you!!/pos)

ALSO² [O/N] means Object Name, since i didn't want to make names for the members of the band, and didn't have an idea what contestant should be who (don't hit me the fanfic juice was running out 😭/hj/nm)

TW: SCREAMING, CURSING, VIOLENCE

Two jobs can be hard

Another day of crime, and it was already exahusting. You were going with your day, passing around the city, waving at citicens that saw you pass by, and many, but many fans asking for photos or autographs, and also the common fights with the evil, you know the deal.

The only thing you could thing was the concert Lollipop was making for tomorrow, preparing your voice was getting in the way because of the whole "saving the city" job you have. You didn't really think much on how you got this job, maybe because of the determination it gave you to save the people you loved, and future people you will care about, but that was too cheesy to think about.

While you did enjoy saving lives and stuff, you also love to sing. That was also a passion you had as a kid, listening to your favorite singers and hearing how they hit those high notes was amazing! Let me say that again- is amazing! You love to see the people get excited to see you, and after a long night of beating thieves that always brings a smile to your face.

Another thing you love is your girlfriend, Lollipop. She is the one that got you into singing, well, motivated, Flower took the idea after watching you do covers on the internet. She is there for you after vocal sessions, for rehersals, for anything really. She is also the bassist, and fans have said that she touches the bass like a "sigma"...whatever that means. But there is other fans saying you and Lollipop make a good couple, some say the sound of your voice and the notes your girlfriend touches are a total match! How cool of a compliment!

While you planned a list on what to do before the concert, you heard a noise comming from a dark hallway. It scared you to the point you jumped a little, getting into a fight position, not before putting on your accesories that hide your identity. Being a hero to a famous city WHILE being a popular singer and people seeing those two people are only ONE?? Not today!

You slowly walked to the hallway, careful to not make a sound that will make the moment get ruined. "Be a puppy, be a puppy, be a puppy" You repeat on your mind. If it was another thief, you were going to explode.

As you slowly got close to the thing that scared you, you carefuly got the flashlight you hid into your clothes, and pointed the light to the figure as fast as you can. The creature made a sound of surprise, looking at you like a deer in the headlights. The object had a black plastic bag into their hands, sparkles and shine getting into your eyes, pleasure of the flashlight into your hands. Both of you staying silent for a minute, shocked, confused, until the thief started to get up and run in a split second.

"HEY, GET BACK HERE!" You yelled, chasing after them. Some of the money getting into the way, but you pick it up with your powers. Oh, did i forget to say you can hold things with magic? Cool, right?

While you runned to get them, a singular candy was running in circles into the back stage. Looking at her phone every five seconds, checking at the hour and new messages, nothing can be seen. "Where is she now? She should be here since five minites ago!" Lollipop groaned, looking at the mirrow, checking her makeup. "I'm sure she is on her way, give her some time" Flower said, giving her friend some green tea she prepared for her. Lollipop grabed the cup and started to drink the liquid, and left the utensil at the top of the drawer.

You launched at the object, getting them on the ground. With one hand, you holded them down and with the other you used your magic and grabbed the bag and made a knot with all the stolen materials inside. The thief moved, but you punched them in the face, as they groaned in pain. You started to hit them more until they eventually calmed down, and finally, you used both of your hands to appear a rope, and tied their hands down.

"This is why you don't steal, you thief!" You exclaimed, looking down at them. "Don't say it like that, your not my mom!" The thief told, looking at you with anger. "You should have thought about the consequences before stealing, you know?"

"Yeah, but you should have thought about wearing that outfit, you Metroman copy son of a bit-"

The officer car turned the engine, as the sirens got into the background, getting quieter as the car moved to the other side. You stayed there, looking at how justice was served. "I don't look like Metroman, you little..." You mumbled into your breath, fixing your clothes. You started to walk back to your apartment, stretching your arms. "Man, what a day!" You said to yourself, looking at the stars. After all that trouble, you couldn't help but try to remember something important, but what could that be?

Groceries? No you already did that yesterday. Wash your clothes? Nah, you can do that later. Feed the cat? Wait, Lollipop already did that. So what could that be?...

It had something to do with Lollipop tho, so what can that mean?

...

THE CONCERT!!

You rushed to the stadium, running as fast as your legs could take you. Trying not to get hit by any cars, checking to see if you were going to the right direction, until you got into the place. You pushed the doors open in a second, looking around to get into the backstage. You runned to the back of the building, as you opened the doors with a leg kick. "I'M HERE, I'M HERE!! SO WHAT DO WE-" You cut yourself off, looking at the band's dissapointed, angry looks.

"So this is the time you get here? WHERE EVERYONE LEFT?!" The drummer yelled, dissapointed. Everyone looked frustrated, betrayed by you. "HOW DO YOU THINK WE GOT EVERYTHING DONE WITHOUTH YOU, HUH? WE HAD TO MAKE [O/N] SING FOR YOU, WHICH THE FANS DIDN'T ENJOY OR LIKED" "Hey, but i sing good :'( !" "SHUT UP, DUMBASS!"

As a fight happened, you looked shocked. How bad of you to forget about such an important thing, you just had to go into that hallway did you? You tried to look at your girlfriend for comfort, but she mysteriously wasn't there. She must have been so sad you didn't go that she just left...

"THATS IT, I'M DONE" The member that started the fight screamed, grabbing their things at leaving with a slam on the door. The other members decided to do that as well, there wasn't anything much to do anyways. They grabbed their instruments and started to walk, until the last member grabbed your shoulder. "Please try to come back more early next time, and don't forget about it"

That left shivers down your spine, but they just left you there. The door closed, and you took a seat into the couch. The soft material hitting your tired body, as small tears got into your eyes. You started to see blurry, letting out small sobs. You didn't want anyone to see you like such a mess, so you just got up the furniture after a little while. You were just about to grab the handle of the door, until you heard a familiar voice.

"Well, well, look what we got here. You left me down you know that?" Lollipop, it was Lollipop. You tried your best to wipe your tears, your clothes getting wet for this action. "Don't try to hide it, i already know" She said, her voice starting to show more dissapointment. You slowly turned around to her direction, looking at the ground. She let out a sigh, and walked towards you. 'Oh no, what have i done? She is so mad at me! Dammit, i should have been more careful about the time! I'm such a was-'

Lollipop slapped you, right on the face. Your head turning around for a little, feeling your face burn. Both from embarrassment and the pain on your cheek. Your girlfriend looked at you mad, so, so mad. She turned around, about to leave, until she tellls you something that breaked your heart.

"You should be proud of yourself, dumbass..."

The door closed, as you slided down the wall, getting into your knees. You holded your hurted area of your face, and the humiliation made you cry, cry so hard that you were going to have a headache. You cried about many things, about how you missed the concert, how you made your band members aka your friends dissapointed, and because the slap hurt like hell.

Next day, 9:00AM

Yep, you were right, your head hurt like it never did before. You woke up with a hurtful headache, blocking your eyes from the sunlight on the window. You just had to get ready anyways, same rutine anyhow. You washed your face, cleaning the dried tears, made some breakfast and got dressed. The sound of the door making you stop what you were doing, pushing your sweater down. You walked to the door, opening it.

It was Lollipop, surprisingly. She had a box of donuts on her hands, with a bag on her arm. "Thank god you are awake, i was not going to wake you up" She said, annoyed. You looked confused, didn't she slapped you yesterday? What did she wanted from you?

"Listen, i know you are thinking what i'm doing here. And i just wanted to say that i apologize. I should have been more careful of my actions, and talked to you about it" She looked into your eyes, bringing the box of food into your chest. You grabbed it, and made some free space for your girlfriend to get into the room. She walked in, and closed the door. Lollipop put the bag into a table, and started to get the things out of it.

"I also wanted to bring you something to enjoy while i take care of that pretty face. What flavor do you want?" She said, holding two cups of boba tea. You let out a happy gasp, and grabbed one. You hold the remove from the TV, and put your favorite show on.

While you two cuddled, Lollipop took care of your face. Getting some ice on it, while kissing it better. She later told you she wanted to get you to the park, and you accept the request. You both walked around, looking at the sky, trees, and animals that passed by. At the end, it was peaceful, you and her looking at the clouds on the grass. Sometimes pointing out funny looking clouds, or butterflies that fly to close to your faces.

It was currently the afternoon, both of you heading over to the apartment. You had her hands on her own, a smile on your face. You got over the lobby, and stepped in the elevator. Your girlfriend pressed the button to the fourth floor, and the elevator doors closed. Some calm music reaching your ears, making you more relaxed than before. You looked at Lollipop, her looking at the walls. Your hands reached for her face, making her look at you. You reached over her cheeck and kissed her, as a thanks for the day. She smiled, and side hugged you. Her warm figure comforting half of your body, and you liked it. Eventually, you had to fight the bad again, but that could wait for some more hours.

YAYYYYY, GOT BACK INTO WRITING AGAIN :DD. Man, i really missed writing my own thoughts so much! If any of you see a change on my writing, its because i want to bring more fun into it. So i just tried to included more scenes into the fanfic, hope yall like it <3!!

[theslaysisters]

As our bodies magnetically pulled towards each other, Bif took his hands and took a grasp of my hands.

"You are seriously so beautiful, though."

I opened my eyes. All I could do was just smile in awe and laugh. I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks. I was speechless. How could I respond to that?????

He played with my fingers. "Can I kiss you?"

My eyes widened and my lips parted. I wanted this. He was seriously hot. I would be stupid to squander this opportunity. But at the same time, I was SO nervous. My heart was beating so fast. My knees were about to buckle and give in. Shit! I might never get this opportunity again.

"Yes..."

Bif didn't hesitate to cup my face and pull me closer to him.  The entire time we locked eyes. Damn. His green eyes were seriously captivating. And the auburn hair that complimented it... How could someone like him like me?

Our eyes closed as his lips locked in mine. That first slow and gentle peck wasn't enough for either of us. He pulled away briefly, his eyes looking at my lips. I took hold of his hand that was on my face and leaned in for more. This time, the kiss was fast-paced and more passionate. After a little bit, Bif's tongue subtly entered my mouth. He slowly bit my lip.

The two of us were so engaged in our kiss we didn't hear footsteps on the boardwalk.

"Y/N?"

Huh? Who would be calling my name? Especially now??

Like a deer in headlights, I turned to see an appalled Jimmy holding hands with Christy from afar.

"What are you doing here with him?" Jimmy spat.

Holy shit! Where did he come from? When did he even get here?! The last thing I expected was for Jimmy to be interrupting our date!

I was quiet. What was I supposed to say? Besides, why such a negative reaction from him? I get that Bif and Jimmy hate each other but he's obviously here on a date here with Christy! I had no idea why but I felt some sort of guilt about getting caught by Jimmy--and I didn't know why. It's not like he likes me like that, he's obviously with other girls...

"Err--is there some sort of problem?" Bif clapped back.

"No," Jimmy glared at Bif with eyes that intended to kill. "It's just that I didn't know (Y/N) was into fairies."

Uh oh, this wasn't good.

[caitlyn-winchester]

Guardian Angel

Winchester!Sister

No real pairings but Jack and Reader have a close friendship

Follow me here and my Wattpad: cab1006

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It has been two days since Dean’s death and it still doesn't feel real to you. You've barely left my room, wondering why…why is this happening.

First you lost Cas to the empty.

Next Jack left because he became ‘God.’

Now Dean to some stupid vampires…like serousily vampires?!

He promised…promised this was the end of the sadness, end of all the pain. That this was the final win.

All you could think was ‘If this was supposed to be the final win, how did I end up losing everything?’

With a sigh you trudged out of your bedroom and headed to the kitchen. You opened up the snack cabinet grabbing a granola bar and a candy bar. You went to leave the kitchen but couldn't help but stare at the griddle. No more chocolate chip pancakes.

Trying your best to hold back tears, you left the kitchen heading down one of the Men Of Letters’ hallways. However you did not go towards your room, you went to Jack’s. You hesitantly opened up his door, peering inside, hoping…just hoping he would be there. Just like every other time, it was empty, untouched for months. You went towards his bed, softly placing down the candy bar that you grabbed for the kitchen. You sniffled as you looked at the candy bar, along with the others you've placed over the few weeks, hoping his love of nougat would surpass his god-like duties.

“Please come home,” you begged to no one. No one was listening anymore…there was no one to call to anymore. You looked around the room, saddened by all the memories. All those memories that brought you joy, now bring you so much sadness. No more movie marathons, no teaching Jack Tik Tok dances.

Finally having enough, you left the room in a hurry only to bump into your only family member left. Sam. He probably looked as bad as you did…tired and sad. You two have barely said a word to each other since Dean’s passing. You and Sam stood in the hallway like deer in headlights. Although you noted his duffle bag. Where is he going?

“Where are you going?” you asked, looking at the floor.

“I…um,” he cleared his throat, “I need to leave, there are too many memories here. This place doesn't feel like home anymore…”

“Oh.” you said slightly shocked. “Let me go pack my bag and meet you in the garage.” you awkwardly turn around but Sam’s voice stops you.

“No Y/N. You can't come with me. Moving on, means leaving everything in this life behind, including you. I am sorry Y/N.” He said with tears in his eyes. Before you even could respond, Sam turned around and walked away…Miracle following him.

You couldn't speak, you honestly felt like you couldn't breathe.

This was it…

The final straw…

You lost everything.

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It was a Friday night in the bunker. Sam, Dean, Cas, and Jack all set up family game night, getting ready for the weekly event. You opted out tonight, having a migraine. Jack had an urge that something was off. He stood up abruptly heading towards your room, leaving a proud Castiel and confused Sam and Dean.

Once he entered your room, what he saw made him frown. Your face was tense and you were mumbling. Obviously you were having a nightmare. Jack made his way to your bed and gently sat on the edge, not wanting to wake you. He then lightly places two fingers on your forehead, light flowing from his head to yours. He played some of your older memories you shared together, turning your nightmare into a content dream. He was satisfied enough to take his hand away once he saw you smile. Jack stroked your hair softly, knowing that action also made you feel safe. He watched you as you slept, just for a little bit to make sure everything was ok.

He stood up, adjusting your blanket so it was normal again. Before he shut the door, he looked at you one last time, making sure you were still content. When the door finally shut, he was met with Castiel standing in the hallway.

“You’re doing a good job with her.” Castiel told the nephilim.

“Sometimes I'm not sure. I don't want to mess this all up.” Jack suddenly became insecure, “You probably did a better job at guarding her than I am.”

“Jack, you’re the most powerful being in the universe now, Y/N is very lucky to have you as a guardian angel.” Cas reassured Jack. “Once you were born, and you and Y/N made an instant connection…I knew then you were destined to be her angel. That is why I transferred my guardian angel responsibility onto you.”

“Really?” Jack tilts his head.

“Yes, plus being all three guardians to the Winchesters was…stressful to say the least. Y/N is the most tame one out of the siblings.” Cas gave Jack a fatherly smile, “Y/N is your human Jack, don't ever doubt that for a second. Now let's go play the ‘trap the plastic mouse’ game.” Jack nods and follows Castiel back to the map room but not before taking one more glance at your door.

Jack smiled, replaying Castiel’s words in his head.

You were his human. He was your angel.

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Ha! Had in in the first half *wink* *wink*

You really think I was gonna leave this story off sad? If you want a sad ending just watch SPN 15x20 :P

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BONUS CONTENT: Jack’s happy dream!

“Jack!” you squealed, “That's enough sugar!”

“But I want the coffee to be sweet.” Jack pouted.

“I know bud, but we can add the sweetness to the milk. To make whipped coffee we need to use an equal ratio.” you showed him the Tik Tok again. “See equal parts sugar, coffee powder, and hot water.” you smiled as he studied the Tik Tok, looking very confused.

“I don't understand,” He said and you laughed.

“Here, I’ll make the whipped coffee part and you get the milk set up.” you instructed. You both did your respective tasks until you finally came out with the final product.

“What's the point of the coffee being whipped again?” Jack asked as you both mixed up your drink.

“I…i don't really know if there is a point, Jack. It’s just a trend and something to do to pass the time I guess.” You told him as you took a sip of your drink, only to get a straw full of caramel sauce. “Wow Jack, this is definitely…a caramel flavored coffee.”

“Do you not like it?” He asked you, very concerned.

“No! No! Jack, I love it. Caramel is my favorite. Lets just cut back a bit next time, ok?” You told him with a smile, heading towards Jack’s room for a binge watch. Jack nodded and followed you down the hallway like a happy puppy, slightly bouncing from sugar overload.

“WHO THE HELL LEFT THE KITCHEN A MESS?!” Dean’s voice boomed through the hallway. Jack and you both looked at each other with wide eyes.

“Run!” you guys simultaneously said, running to Jack’s room and locking the door.

[failure-girl-fuyu]

it's a never-ending limbo, can't you see? this cycle repeats every few years as life goes on, we were the exact same 3 years ago. lonely, starving, on the verge of madness from stress, obsessive to the point of hurting people, it all repeats itself.

[f4ilure-g1rl-fuyu]

it's been 12h since they posted imscared

[f4ilure-g1rl-fuyu]

got reminded of why we shouldn't go on tiktok, i'm so panicked over useless shit i need to cvt to relieve it but our family's still awake

[f4ilure-g1rl-fuyu]

got scared about having to factory reset our phone because it's literally connected to our old email so we can't sleep, all nighter it is then

[f4ilure-g1rl-fuyu]

shit we have to present next class.

[f4ilure-g1rl-fuyu]

i'm fine I'M FINE don't worry i'm super fine and okay i swear

[f4ilure-g1rl-fuyu]

I'M SO SCARED FOR THE EXAM TOMORROW AAAAAAAAAAAAA

[f4ilure-g1rl-fuyu]

SHIT FUCK NO DON'T FAINT