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4izawas · 1 year

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— 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 ; 𝐦. 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: this would be their very last secret rendezvous, so they had to make it special, right?

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: my hero academia. | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: melissa shield/f!reader | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜: 2.31k.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: spoilers for mha s6, fem!reader, all might’s daughter!reader, minor deku slander??, symbol of peace!reader, bad father/daughter relationship, fingering, cunnilingus, orgasm, plot building, nonsexual amputation, canon divergence.

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

ever since they’d met back up during their first winter break in college, each visit was always the same: y/n would tug her away to some hidden area of the home she shared with her dad and would either eat her out until she screamed into a pillow or finger her until she cried. the majority of their time spent was with each other or all together with their fathers, laughing and acting like they’d hardly seen each other in swimsuits, much less completely naked — and melissa liked it that way. she liked having the knowledge of how soft and kind the normally cold y/n yagi was when she held her in her arms, and knowing that the all the soft, sweet words y/n whispered into her ear as they fucked were just for her ( and that no one else had ever heard them before ) was icing on the cake.

having y/n all to herself in ways the woman would never be shown to the world was reward enough for the years melissa had spent pining after the current symbol of peace in japan.

as she knelt between melissa’s shaky thighs, the edge of her prosthetic glinting in the low light as it’s hand gripped one of said thighs, y/n’s fingers crook up perfectly inside her, pressing brutally across her swollen g-spot in a way that makes her see stars. “o-oh god!” melissa cries, and y/n claps a hand over her mouth immediately, her eyes wide and dark with both lust and alarm. melissa looks at her through tear filled eyes, confused as to why she’d done it.

“lower your voice — we wouldn’t want our fathers to hear us, now would we?” y/n hisses lowly, a dark look flickering through her eyes in a way that made a fresh surge of slick gush from melissa’s pussy as realization washed over her features and she returned to pushing into her childhood friend’s touch.

“gimme — gimme more!” she whines into the flesh of y/n’s hand, and while muffled, her words have the desired effect; y/n presses her body against her and buries a second finger into melissa’s hungry snatch.

“what a desperate little cunt you have,” the younger woman growls,taking her hand off of melissa’s mouth. “your little hole’s so fucking needy for my fingers — how often did you play with it until you came after finding out i’d be arriving soon?”

“every — every day!” melissa gasps, and y/n laughs so lowly that she can feel the vibrations in her chest before biting the fat of the blonde’s thigh, making her whimper.

“what a fuckin’ sight you are, princess — and it’s all mine, isn’t it?” she purrs, the possessiveness curled around the question sending a jolt of heat to melissa’s core.

the desperation of y/n’s possessive nature when it came to her was always something that excited melissa. the urge for her to claim something and refuse to share it as she’d shared so much else ( her father with all of japan, his quirk that was her birthright with a stranger, the limelight of hero work with said stranger, and so on ) was strong in her. the blonde was not unaware of the bitter feelings y/n felt towards her father and the protege he’d chosen years ago when y/n had been fifteen that seemed to follow him everywhere; she’d listened more times than she could count to her friend’s angered mutterings about midoriya izuku and her father, often speaking of ‘the symbol of peace and the child he chose’ alongside the ‘daughter he was forced to keep’, musings that never failed to send pangs through melissa’s chest as her heart ached for her friend. she’d never felt such abandonment, as her father was more than loving and attentive, and there were times where she just couldn’t understand the way y/n was feeling; it always upset y/n, being misunderstood, and she’d always revert to her colder attitude when these moments sprung up between them, returning to her own world of exercise and endeavors to best her classmates and finally catch her father’s attention.

all of this had more or less come to a head when she’d lost an arm fighting the symbol of fear after the attack that webbed across japan the day tomura shigaraki and all for one had merged and become one being. eraserhead had lost an eye and a leg in that fight on the same ground that day, though for vastly different reasons; after being shot by a deleter round, he’d cut off his own leg. becoming woozy from blood loss, he’d lacked the speed to escape the way shigaraki clawed at his face and had lost an eye. y/n had kicked the villain away after and had picked up eraserhead where he’d fallen unconscious, shouting for the other heroes and her classmates to handle him until she got back, but the villain had lunged for her after regaining his wits. forced to make the decision between sacrificing herself or her teacher, she chose herself, turning so her body would shield his and casting up one arm while cradling him as best she could in her dominant one; with eraserhead’s quirk out of the picture, shigaraki’s decay quirk had been in full effect, and the moment his fingers locked around her wrist it began a length of spiderwebbed cracks across her flesh. she’d kicked him away again, this time farther, and after snarling out a cry of pain had used a sharp length of metal debris sticking up from what was left of a building to hack of her own arm by swinging it backwards towards it, cutting it off just beneath the elbow before decay could take the entire thing all while her classmates and the pro heroes on the scene with her watched in horror.

it had all happened in only a few seconds.

she’d carted eraserhead off then, finding a safe place for him before returning to the fight, where she’d joined the other heroes and had saved endeavor’s life twice before succumbing to blood loss. she’d been carted off to the hospital then, and her sudden amputation had been treated ( alongside her other injuries ); regardless, because of the way she’d cut it off, it had scarred terribly.

after her initial injury, all might had been sent into an absolute panic. melissa still remembered the call she and her father had gotten, her pseudo-uncle sobbing into the phone as he told of what had happened. even as they spoke, she and her father had been boarding a private jet, arriving in japan within a few hours. they’d arrived to find all might a mess at y/n’s bedside, where she was well into being comatose. they’d settled in with him, and the following two weeks had felt pretty much the same ( aside from spotty visits by y/n’s homeroom teacher towards the end when present mic wheeled him in at his insistence ) until she’d finally opened her eyes. all might and melissa’s father had both been asleep, and melissa had been dozing off, but her eyes had burst open when something was dropped on the floor and someone had cursed quietly. she’d looked over the room to see y/n dressing herself and had gotten upset, but regardless had helped her as much as her younger friend would allow, then walked with her to the roof.

“i can still feel it,” y/n had told her, smiling bitterly while looking out over the view they had. “it’s a strange feeling. hurts like hell, but i can still — can still snap my fingers. there’s just no sound.” her voice had cracked when she said that, and melissa had felt a stabbing pain in her heart, but she’d not known what to say — so instead she took y/n’s remaining hand in her own and had stayed.

that day, their relationship had become unwavering.

all might had apologized to y/n after calming down from the panic attack induced by her absence ( hell, a good portion of the hospital, patients and staff, were panicking over her disappearance, but when present mic had rushed to the roof after the thought hit him and had found him, all had been calm again ), but she’d brushed it off. melissa hadn't said anything, but she’d been more than proud when she realized that y/n was letting it go and making her own way rather than clinging to a life she felt she deserved ( she did, this was something melissa thought often, but never vocalized ). all might, unfortunately for him, had been crushed, but there had been no time for further conversation as a nurse had come in to change y/n’s bandages; that had been the first time melissa saw where y/n had amputated her arm, and it made her heart ache. it was healing, but clearly would scar terribly, something the nurse warned her of; she said she didn’t care, and melissa knew that she meant that, but that hadn’t stopped her from pushing off all of her other work to make a prosthetic that could withstand the strength of y/n’s quirk ( and she had; one of her proudest moments had been showing up unannounced to ua and offering it up to her, watching her absolutely demolish a training course with it afterwards ).

she’d been back on her feet sooner than was advised, but regardless had helped end the war that had started so long ago. midoriya izuku, the former bane of her existence, had become nothing more than a speck-like annoyance of her past as she shut him and a handful of others out to focus on her hero work — but never melissa. no, after the war, y/n had clung to two friends she’d made in her first year, and when the three of them graduated ua, she and they had joined melissa in california as the two girls followed in their father’s footsteps and her friends made their own ways in life. alongside other inventions, melissa made stronger and stronger prosthetics for y/n, meant to withstand ten times the weight of her borderline inhuman quirk, and the two worked together to ease the world from the grips of any villains they had to fight. fame had found them quickly, and when the time to return to japan came for y/n and her companions, melissa was quick to want to join them — college be damned — but y/n had told her no.

her points had been good, advising her to finish all of her college routes and claim the two phds waiting for her and then join her in japan if she still felt so inclined, and melissa had to begrudgingly agree that this was the wiser choice before following through — but this hadn’t stopped y/n and her father from visiting whenever breaks were set for melissa ( toshinori would do anything if it meant the potential for a true relationship with the daughter he didn’t realize he craved, and if visits to california to see david and melissa pleased her, then he’d said he’d make as many as she desired ), and then sometimes even when she didn’t have any — though their fathers were more than unaware of these… special visits.

now melissa was in her final year of college. this was her final winter’s break. she was so close to the end, so close to being able to see and touch y/n every single day — and they both knew it. after this break, y/n would have to remain in japan for at least five months to ensure her place in the popularity polls as well as her spot as the number one hero, a title she’d held for the last seven years regardless of any attempts from former classmates or up-and-coming heroes and heroines. because y/n would have to stay away for so long, they were both determined to make this last visit more than memorable — because it was the last visit, wasn’t it? melissa would be living with y/n and her two friends in their shared house after this, there would be no more call for visits when they were intertwined so closely.

melissa lets out a shriek when y/n sucks her clit into her mouth, clapping one of her hands over her mouth as the other fists around what she could grab of y/n’s hair. her eyes roll back to face the ceiling, her toes curling and her legs threatening to give out from under her as y/n lapped at her clit and curled her fingers inside her just right. slick soaked her cunt and dripped down her thighs messily as y/n made easy work of her, coaxing an orgasm from her depths like a musician urges a song from an instrument. melissa’s entire body spasms, and she screams shrilly into the flesh of her hand before her entire body falls limp, her legs giving out beneath her as her body spasms. y/n catches her, just as she’d trusted her to, and cradles her close while sucking the remaining slick from her fingers.

she lifts melissa up, carrying her off to the nearby bed in the bedroom they’d hidden away in, then gets comfortable between melissa’s legs.

“i — i can’t — i’jus’ came!” melissa whimpers, but y/n just chuckles lowly, a grin both wicked and lazy twisting her handsome features.

“be more grateful, honey — i haven’t gotten to cum at all, and here i am willing to make you feel good! so why don’t you sit back and spread those sexy legs for me so i can see what i’m about to feast on?”

and melissa does exactly as she’s told — after all, they had both promised to make this memorable, didn’t they?

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

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chicagoblogboy · 1 year

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What's this going to be?

What will you find here? The musings of a millennial culture vulture, mostly. Born in 1990. Chicago. Mizzou grad. NBA fan. Software salesman. Dog dad.

Importantly; a reader. The classic non-fictions. Tim Ferris, Michael Lewis, Malcolm Gladwell, Chuck Klosterman. A small but ever growing list of classic novels. Stories about nature, fantasy, pandemics. City of Thieves, Station Elleven, Harry Potter, Dune. You’ll found me in the top 1% of Pocket readers - a million words last year in magazine features, NYT Opinion articles, and sports stories.

I like learning what the authority on a subject has to say about the topic of the day. I devour and regurgitate these ideas. I have my own ideas.

I used to write my own stories. Based on my baby box, as soon as I could write, I was. In 7th grade I won an award for the words I wrote about a teacher who I enjoyed, who had encouraged me. Unfortunately, I don’t remember many more teachers like that one and I did not pursue creative writing past that, other than keeping an occasional journal.

This is my foray back intro writing - these are my opinions - my current affair journal. Enjoy?

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thesnowfelled · 2 years

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𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 …

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: Georgia May Madison

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒): Georgie, Gia, GM

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒): Georgia

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: November 14th, 1997

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒: 5 pounds, 9 ounces & 22 inches long & 11:00 pm

𝐀𝐆𝐄: 24 years old

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: cis female

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒: banshee

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: she/her

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: demiromantic

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: bisexual

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐒: danielle rose russell

𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃: right handed

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍: none.

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌: georgia peaches by lauren alaina

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: this muse is open for interactions and shipping.

𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒…

List as many divergencies as one can think of. Can always come back to it.

𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 & 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒…

To request to be a main or exclusive, please message me what muse interests you for this. We must either plot first or have been writing together on this blog or even a single muse blog that I ran in this past. We don’t have to have had anything written with our muses regarding the character though. The mains and exclusives on my carrd are blog wide. This is a section per character.

Currently there are no mains or exclusives for this character.

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘…

⚠️ triggers in this biography ; Abortion, alcoholism, bipolar disorder, risky sex, cheating, emotional abuse, financial abuse, spousal abuse, neglect

Georgia Madison was always gonna be the middle child. Being born in the middle of a family line is never fun. Georgia was firstborn on her father’s side and only half-sister to her older sister but full-blooded to the youngest Madison. Her mother worked two jobs before Georgia was born one fall day (November 20th) at which time, her mother became a full-time mother and wife. Georgia had been the sparking point in her life that changed things. Samuel Madison, Georgia’s father had been a man that was hardly struggling to make ends meet in his job. He worked a 9 to 5 job at a Rubber company but as a manager, spent most of his time in a cushy little office. Georgia was not a planned child by any means, in fact, the couple had started up a friend with benefits relationship that quickly spiraled into a marriage.

Life at home was great for the most part growing up with two parents, who one could argue didn’t love each other as much as they let on. Georgia doesn’t remember everything that happened with her parents just that for a while they appeared to be the all-around put-together family. Until it wasn’t. Fighting often happened in the months leading up to her father’s untimely demise. Georgia remembers her mother throwing get-togethers with the neighbors and finding time to cry in the kitchen. How her father drank too much but no one seemed to notice and how some nights? Things felt like it would never get better. It wasn’t always like that, in fact, up until Georgia was 9 years of age? Their family was well adjusted. Just something happened that made that perfect picture crumble. Daddy had always been a drinker and loved to yell but it couldn’t have been that bad, right? He always had a hand for hitting walks and slamming things.

Georgia found photos of her mother back when she was younger being so wild and carefree but it appears that children have worn her down. She no longer held that same smile upon her face with ease and everything was devoted to them. She can’t help but wonder which child was the breaking point that made the smile slip from delicate features. Georgia’s dad passed away when Georgia was 13 years of age because of liver failure.

At 13, Georgia meets this girl with bright brown eyes and a pouty lip that makes her stomach dance with nerves. The girl was new and very much alone and Georgia fell right in love (Or maybe she didn’t). Eloise St. John. The girl that had stumped Georgia’s heart into pieces one day. The two of them started dating in May of Georgia’s 13th year of life. Eloise’s parents didn’t approve much when it came to Georgia and Mrs. Madison didn’t care too much to learn the girl’s name. At the age of 17, Georgia felt yet again some real heartbreak as she sat alone at the hospital as her mother wept over the body of her ten-year-old daughter. California was fine after a car accident but Montana had not been as lucky.

Georgia was a “bad influence” on their daughter from the cigarettes they tried while laying in bed to the kisses shared at family get-togethers. The couple both have two different ideas in life. Eloise had wanted to get out of the small town they lived in and Georgia couldn’t see a way out. She was working at a diner and barely making enough money to save up for college while Eloise’s parents were footing the whole bill as long as Eloise did what she was told.

The day that Eloise left could be the day that one would say Georgia’s heart broke in two pieces. She was never the same after that. Her heart had driven away in a minivan off to become a lawyer one day if one played their cards right. Georgia had cried alone in her room for months before finally deciding to just throw herself completely into work. Getting her own apartment at the age of 19 isn’t the best. It is beaten down, has just a sparse amount of furniture, but it is all her own. At the age of 21, Georgia enrolled in a local college to do generalized studies along with working still at the same rundown diner. She spent her nights partying and days studying. Grades were all just barely squeaking by. One could argue that Georgia had manic episodes before but never this big or hard. It was a three-week high that was followed by a two-week depressive episode from hell.

Georgia spent Christmas break at home with the “flu” but in reality, she couldn’t get out of bed. The next episode of manic ramped up within the month of March and that is when Georgia checked into a hospital for a 72 hour hold. This is where she finds out that she’s pregnant with a baby that she doesn’t want. Maybe in the future but at the age of 21? She can’t. It takes time to get everything scheduled with her only telling a friend about it. Could a few of the men that she slept with have been married at this time? Yes. Does she acknowledge the fact that at least one of them had a wedding ring on as he fucked her? No. It was not a long-term relationship as the only one that Georgia had was with Eloise and that left her heart shattered. So in her mind? Sleeping with a married man once or twice as a hookup that wasn’t calling him every time she got sad or lonely? It was fine. Maybe this is where she learns how to be a chameleon, hiding in plain sight but no one can tell how far you fell.

𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐒…

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍…

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬.

𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬.

𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬.

𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬.

𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞.

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥.

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supernaturalfreewill · 3 years

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Master List updated 3 Oct. 2021.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! Send them to my ask box. Not all requests will be fulfilled, because of, like, time and me having no control over my Muse. I don’t maintain tag lists, but if you follow and turn notifications ON you’ll be notified about new posts! :) K LOVE YOU BYEEEEE * indicates on-going, in-progress series!

One Shots: (newest on top)

Team Free Will Doors (male!reader x TFW family/friendship)

Dean Forward Some Days (Teen!Dean) This Is Not A Training Exercise (Sister!Reader) The Booth Shut Up & Dance So Entirely Winchester Rest now (Sister!Reader) Thunder & Lightning Jubilee and Juliet Wood Smoke The Beginning Morning Tea Bronco Car Keys and Dares (smut!) Runs in the Family (Dean&Sam x Sister!Reader) With a Side of Chips Safe (Dean&Sam x Sister!Reader) Through the Dark Spilled Whiskey Dean x Reader w/ Sam x Reader friendship

Sam Unexpected The Truth About Assumptions This Is Not A Training Exercise (Sister!Reader) Rest now (Sister!Reader) Smoke & Flame The Secret to Perfect Chocolate Chip Cookies Heroes (We Could Be) (Angel!Reader) Close Quarters Movie Nights Flowers in Your Hair (smut!) Heading Towards Trouble (some smut!) Luckily I’m a Scientist, Dammit. Runs in the Family (Dean&Sam x Sister!Reader) Safe (Dean&Sam x Sister!Reader) Borrowed Hope Like Bath Water “Don’t Call me Sammy” Spilled Whiskey (Dean x Reader but Sam x Reader friendship)

Cas Because of Books Barriers Peculiar The Space Between Something Blue Neckties The Worst Wake-Up Call Of Angels & Men (Dad!Cas) How Quickly the Wind Can Change Finding the Best Sleep Breakfast When Even Heaven Isn’t Heaven Instinct Blackbird Look At Me

Crowley Quartet

Gabriel Turning Pages

Series: (newest on top!) Dean *Even in the Darkest Heart (Demon!Dean x Reader): Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Into the Woods: Part 1 - Into the Woods Part 2 - A Call for Back-up Part 3 - What You Can’t Wash Off - The Conclusion

Crash: Part 1 - Crash Part 2 - Shattered Part 3 - The Way Things Are & Will Be Part 4 - Las Cruces Part 5 - Something Wicked This Way Comes Part 6 - A Step Towards the End Part 7 - All Too Familiar Part 8 - Wreckage Part 9 - Numb Part 10 - Deliverance Part 11 - The Other Side Part 12 - Risen - Conclusion

A Whisper: Part 1 Part 2 - Conclusion

Find the Light: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5- Conclusion

Too Fast: Part 1 (This series is currently on pause, but will continue eventually!) :)

Sam The Wrong Bed: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 (The Conclusion)

Mess Is Mine: Part 1 - The Wolf On Your Doorstep Part 2 - The Person in the Pitch Part 3 - The Blood in the Bathtub Part 4 - The Ravens on the Windowsill Part 5 - The Truth in the Tales Part 6 - The Shoe in the Suitcase Part 7 - The Voices in the Vision Part 8 - The Bench and the Boy Part 9 - The Home in the Hide-out Part 10 - The Chains in the Cold Part 11 - The Head in the Halo Part 12 - The Truth in the Nightmare Part 13 - The Wicked in the Witch Part 14 - The Blood in the Bunker Part 15 - The Wall and the Water Part 16 - The Fear and the Fire Part 17 - The Beginning in the End - The Conclusion

Cas In Our Time: (Future!Cas) Part 1 - Awake Part 2 - One Eye Open Part 3 - Eyes Wide Shut Part 4 - Blackout Part 5 - When the Devil Calls Part 6 - Lucifer’s Play Part 7 - After Effects Part 8 - Bad Things Happen in Threes Part 9 - When You Know Tomorrow Part 10 - Decision Point Part 11 - Reborn - Conclusion

To Go: Part 1 Part 2 (Conclusion)

Gabriel *Guardian: Part 1 Benny Fangs and First Impressions: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (Conclusion)

Special Features Tips for Starting an Imagine/One Shot Blog - as told by me! My Supernatural Pick-up Lines (you know, for those special moments) Riptide Acoustic Guitar Cover Sealed with a Kiss (Valentine’s Day with TFW! Choose an ending!) Have Yourself A Frosty Little New Years (TFW w/ choose an ending) Drabbles (this list is an on-going catalogue and is not complete!) (newest on top!): Cas “I’m just trying to help.” “Well, he’s alive!” / “And missing a limb.” “Eat. You said you’re hungry.” “It doesn’t matter how many examples you give me, I will not permit you to use a flamethrower.” “Even when I don’t like you, I still love you.” “Funny how the tables have turned.“ “I’ll go anywhere you want me to, as long as you ask.” “Is that blood?” “Put me down!” “I can’t do this on my own.” “Sit still.” “Take me instead!” “I trust you.” “How long was I asleep?” “You almost shot me.” Dean “You almost died because of me.” “My head hurts.” “You better watch your damn mouth!” “Don’t you dare die on me!” “Something’s wrong.” “I told you to fucking dig faster!” “I wonder what the world would be like if I’d known that sooner.” “How long have you been standing there?“ “Go back to sleep.” “Stop being an asshole.” “It’s always been you.” “Are we bad people?” “It’s obviously not ‘nothing’ but whatever.” “I know you have feelings for me. You’re just too much of a coward to admit it.” “Stop being such a pain in the ass.” Sam “You can’t ask me to do this.” “I’m not okay.” “You know that’s not what I meant!” “You’re going to think I’m losing it.” “Take your shirt off.” / “Uhh, what?” “Why do you care?” “You can’t yell at me, I’m injured!” “You don’t mean that.” “You really need to be more careful.” “Nothing is gonna happen to you.” “I’d die for you.” “You’ve got to be more careful.” “Don’t look at me like that.” “I don’t want to lose you.” “You can lie to yourself, but you can’t lie to me.” Sam and Dean “You really thought we didn’t know?” / “you never said anything!” / “There was nothing to say.“ “I knew you would overreact.” Benny “I don’t want to be alone.” Gabriel “You’re not human.” “I thought I lost you.”

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qyuoza · 3 years

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Dear Sputnik: Merveille

Merveille (French.) (adj.): Wonderful

Genre: (Slight) Angst, Fluff

AU: Band!au, Guitarist!Beomgyu, Singer!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of abusive families, druggies and that’s about it

Summary: Beomgyu was in a slump and needed a muse to give him back the inspiration he craved. Well, he got more than what he wanted once he met the singer Y/n, who he met at the dingy alley behind his house.

Notes: I’m so sorry I barely posted anything, I’ll be back in no time and with more imagines I promise.

Dear Sputnik Masterlist

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Choi Beomgyu, a student council member and one of the most popular students in Hybe. Other students would flock left and right just to see him, the boy even garnering the reputation as the ‘attractive student council senior who could play the guitar’, though despite being popular at school, Beomgyu was also a guitarist of a band.

They were called Tomorrow by Together or TXT for short, debuting almost two years ago. He had it all, but why was he pinning after a girl who he had never properly met in his entire life?

“Beomgyu, are you alright? You’ve been so out of it lately” Yeonjun said worriedly, concern lacing his features.

They were all currently at practice and Beomgyu just couldn’t seem to play well enough, and this wasn’t a common occurrence, not especially when they knew how much of a perfectionist the male was.

“Sorry hyung, everything’s been hard lately. I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me” he replied, smiling to ensure that the members don’t worry. Yeonjun threw him another worried look and sighed.

“Ok, just please, take care of yourself. You’ll get out of this slump or whatever it is in no time” Beomgyu gave him a nod as they went back to practicing for an upcoming gig they had.

Soobin was appalled upon hearing this, his members were his top priority and if they weren’t in good condition, then he would make sure to help them in any way he could.

“Beomgyu, can you stay after practice?” Soobin said. Beomgyu looked up at him and nodded, confused as to why he was asked to stay back. By the time the members had cleared out, it was just Beomgyu and Soobin in the room.

“You alright? Something’s been up, you don’t usually get this down during our practices, especially when it’s before a gig” Soobin asked worriedly.

Beomgyu only looked up at the older male and shook his head. “It’s nothing, but will you promise not to tell anyone if I come clean?” Soobin was someone who could keep secrets, so he nodded knowing that Beomgyu needed someone in his time of difficulty, and he made sure to make the boy feel as comfortable as possible.

“Of course, I’m the leader and it’s my duty to take care of all of us. Take your time if you need to, I’m all ears” Beomgyu then shifted beside Soobin to make himself more comfortable on the couch they were sitting on.

“Well, you know how I’ve been in a creative slump lately, and just depressed overall? My dad’s been contributing to that, like I always just ignored him because you know how he gets. This time though, he beat me up and it got to my head” Beomgyu sighed.

Soobin frowned, Beomgyu’s been going through a lot of physical abuse and torment from his family, and although it was tame at first, he never expected it to go as far as Beomgyu’s dad beating up his own son.

“Beomgyu, I think you should really move in with your aunt and uncle, this is getting out of hand” Soobin said.

Beomgyu looked up at him, an unreadable expression on his face. “Hyung I can’t, I’m too scared” he choked out, this was the first time Beomgyu had ever told Soobin honestly how he felt. Soobin’s gaze softened upon seeing the boy so vulnerable, he felt bad for him.

Sitting beside him wasn’t Choi Beomgyu, not the charismatic guitarist with an outgoing personality, who was seriously well known. No, this was just Beomgyu, a fragile boy who was forced to face abuse at the hands of his own family.

“Listen, I can help you ok? Once we finish our next gig, you will be safe and comfortable at your uncle’s house, trust me on this because your health matters more than anything understand?” Soobin was always a reliable leader, so Beomgyu was touched upon hearing how this hyung, who’s constantly been by his side, say that he wanted to help him get out of his abusive home.

“I trust you hyung, but please, can we avoid having any violence involved? I don’t want the people in on it hurt in any way” Soobin nodded at this, if Beomgyu wished then he would try to find some loopholes for a more hassle free way to get Beomgyu into a safe environment.

After a long talk with Soobin, Beomgyu was headed home as usual, but ever since the incident with his father, he tried so hard to get home around the time he would be asleep. So, that’s what led him to the alley right behind his apartment complex.

No one really went there, it was just some corner that used to be a dumpster, but now it’s a hotspot for a bunch of druggies or people who want time for themselves. “God, I can’t believe my luck” Beomgyu scoffed, turning the corner.

Upon arrival at the alley, he saw a girl, maybe around his age, leaning against the wall with a phone and some notebook in her hand, humming a song.

“Hello? Who are you and what are you doing here?” Beomgyu stared. The girl looked back at him and smirked, clicking her tongue.

“None of your business, shouldn’t you be at home you pretty little thing?” She sneered, almost as if she was taunting him.

Beomgyu stood his ground and walked closer towards her, still cautious in case she seemed dangerous.

“I beg to differ, no one wants me around at home” he sighed and sat a few feet away from her, taking out his acoustic guitar.

Soobin strictly made rules about them leaving the electric instruments for gigs at the studio, in order to avoid any damage, so Beomgyu usually took his acoustic guitar around when he could.

“You play the guitar? How nice, no one wants me at home either, so I guess we’re on the same boat. Hi, I’m Y/n” she smiled at him. Beomgyu shot her a look and raised his brow, why was she being all friendly now?

“Oh come on, I’m not that bad, just weary around strangers. You seem harmless so it wouldn’t hurt to talk to you, you know?” Y/n pouted.

At this point, Beomgyu could really care less and shot her an awkward smile back.

“Beomgyu, you’re not from here are you?” He asked, but Y/n cocked her head to the side and shook it.

“I’m from here, just haven’t been out often. I go to your school dumbass, now that I realize, you’re that senior all those girls oogle over” she chuckled.

Y/n got up from the wall and started to approach Beomgyu slowly, and when she did reach him, she bent down beside him. “What class are you? I barely see you around” he asked, completely confused.

“I’m classmates with Kang Taehyun, isn’t he like one of your best friends? But anyways, I’m in his class yes” she looked off into the distance. It’s really as if it was just the two of them in this dark alley.

“Tell me about yourself Y/n” he started.

Y/n looked at him and laughed before turning off her phone. “Well, I hate my hell hole of a household. My parents are abusive, only care about themselves, you get the gist of it. I usually come here to sing to get some sort of peace I can’t have at home” she replied nonchalantly. Beomgyu tried to wrack his brain for a time that he’s encountered this girl, but nothing came up at all.

“I guess that makes us two peas in a pod, my parents hate me, they honestly care more about my brother than their youngest kid, who’s a disappointment” he chuckled bitterly. Y/n then offered him a lollipop, to which he threw her a glance.

“Take it, I don’t usually share so you better be thankful I’m even giving you this” she hissed.

Beomgyu took the lollipop with a roll of his eyes and popped it into his mouth. “That’s the spirit! Anyways, I’ve got to head out, I’ve been here since six in the afternoon. See you around Beomgyu” Y/n stood up and walked away, giving him a small wave.

He stared back and gave a stiff wave back, who would’ve known though that this would spark something in between the two.

The next few weeks consisted of them running into each other, some unintentionally, others by chance. He would walk into the faculty and see Y/n talking to a teacher about the homework from the night before, or when he would see Taehyun in his class he would bump into her by the door. The two ended up closer than ever, with the exception of their meetups in the alley.

“How’s your family? Still the same?” Beomgyu asked, staring into the cement wall in front of him. Y/n shrugged and took her headphones off.

“Honestly not much has changed, now that I’m about to graduate my parents have been more tame I guess? They’re just eager to have me out of the house as soon as possible” she laughed bitterly.

Beomgyu nodded, he was in the process of setting in with his aunt and uncle in a different neighborhood. “Well, I just wanted to tell you that, I’ll be moving in a different neighborhood soon. Our meetups here might become less frequent” he said quietly.

A few minutes pass and Beomgyu turns to look at Y/n. She’s quiet for awhile, but looks up and gives him a sad smile.

“It’s ok, I understand. Just take care for me and try to come here as often as you can, I can’t come here everyday when you aren’t around” Y/n whispered. Beomgyu nodded and looked into her eyes, then her lips, the sight was intoxicating to him.

“Yah Choi Beomgyu, are you crazy?” Y/n frowned. She walked into the empty classroom and stood beside Beomgyu, who seemed to be staring into nothing.

Y/n and Beomgyu’s routine had changed as Beomgyu was already settled into his uncle’s house, meaning he barely had any time to see Y/n at the alley.

“Why would you ever think that? We’ve seen way worse in that corner behind my house” he clicked his tongue and flicked his wrist towards Y/n. She huffed and rolled her eyes.

“Oh Beomgyu, I was just looking for…you” out of nowhere, Soobin had walked into the room, unaware that it was just the two. “Hey hyung, if you’re confused this is Y/n, she’s Taehyun’s classmate” Y/n waved awkwardly at Soobin, who gave her a nod back.

“I’m gonna go, Beomgyu if you’re done just call me and I’ll meet you at the usual place” Beomgyu nodded and Y/n excused herself, walking out of the classroom. Soobin raised a brow at Beomgyu, who only shrugged in response.

“Is that the reason why you’ve written like almost two songs in the past week?” He questioned. Beomgyu was frozen, Y/n may or may not have flipped a switch in him, and with the move going on, his mood has been way better than it was prior.

“Uh, maybe? I met her at the creepy corner in the alley behind my house, and we started becoming friends and I got inspired ok? It’s not like I’m in love with her or anything” Beomgyu slapped a hand over his mouth and Soobin chuckled.

“You’re such a bad liar Beomgyu, don’t worry I get it. Are you planning to start anything with her?” Soobin asked.

“I would hyung, but I’m scared that she wouldn’t feel the same because Y/n’s like a very aloof person. She doesn’t open up much and it’s hard to tell how she even feels” Beomgyu sighed.

Soobin looked at him and smiled softly, then he cleared his throat. “You know what, why dont you just give it a shot? I’m sure Y/n would give you the chance.

She seems very different anyway and I doubt she’d wanna make things awkward between you both” he replied. Beomgyu stared at him as if he was a madman. “Are you insane hyung?” He exclaimed with a whine.

“Come on, I know you want to tell her” Soobin laughed. Beomgyu could only slump his shoulders in defeat, him and Y/n have been spending almost all their free time after school together, which caused him to be late to practices.

“I just hope she won’t distract you if you both start dating, she’ll be like your muse maybe?” Soobin wiped the side of his own mouth.

Beomgyu had to make the big decision soon, and thinking about how Y/n would react was already terrifying enough for him.

That day after school, Beomgyu called up Y/n and told her to meet him at the alley. He paced around nervously, arriving at least thirty minutes before Y/n did.

“How am I gonna do this? I should’ve asked Soobin beforehand” he ran a hand through his hair and huffed, frustrated at himself.

“Ask Soobin what?” Beomgyu jumped, there stood Y/n in her school uniform and a hoodie over it. “Nothing uh, I just wanted to tell you something…” he trailed off. Beomgyu couldn’t help but stare at Y/n, in awe at how effortlessly attractive she looked.

“Tell me what? Beomgyu you know I hate beating around the bush, just get on with it or I’m leaving” Y/n whined.

“Fine I’m sorry it’s just…I know we’ve only known each other for like a few months, and we met in this weird way behind all these buildings, but with us being close as friends. I started to realize that I’m in love with you Y/n. You’ve been my muse and the reason I keep going everyday” Beomgyu said quickly. Y/n almost got lost as he spoke, but processed it all in record time.

“Are you kidding?! Choi Beomgyu, you really are stupid. You’re the reason I get through the day, even with my abusive family, it just goes to show that maybe this was by fate” she smiled softly.

Beomgyu melted on the spot, he couldn’t believe it, Y/n felt the same. “Well, whatever this makes us, I hope we figure it out soon. I love you so much Y/n” he said, and pulled her in for a kiss.

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chocolatecakecas · 3 years

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Rockin' the Suburbs: Chapter 4

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After an afternoon of failed research attempts, Dean found himself carrying an excited Jack in his arms, walking up the sidewalk, hand in hand with Cas. Which didn't immediately send Dean's mind running wild because it honestly was starting to feel natural. Which of course is what sent Dean's mind running, but at least the act of Cas grabbing his hand wasn't the real source of the freak out anymore.

Dean's fine by the way. Totally cool and normal and under control.

"You ready?" Dean asks as they come to a stop at the back gate.

"As I'll ever be" Cas quips, giving Dean's hand a squeeze, which he gratefully returns.

"Holy shit" Dean gasps, jaw-dropping, head quickly snapping towards Cas.

"I agree completely...." Cas trails off, as he drags Dean further into the backyard.

There were people, food, drinks, tents, music blasting, and lights strung up everywhere. And a giant fire pit in the center, with crowds of people hovering around it, roasting marshmallows and hotdogs.

How many people lived in this damn neighborhood?

"So see any fugly faces?"

"If you're talking about demons, then no-"

"Well, what about that lad-"

"No she's no-"

"What about that group, those guys seem kinda-"

"No Dea-"

"Okay well, what about th-"

"Dean if I see a demon I'll be sure to let you know, promptly" Cas sighs, clearly exasperated, which only causes Dean to smile wider.

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"Okay.....but what abo-"

"Hi guys! Oh my god, we're so glad you decided to come!"

Their heads snap over to see Molly and Jason making their way towards them.

"Time to schmooze with the capitalists" Dean whispers to Cas, earning an elbow jack to the rib, but when he looks over, he sees amusement in Cas' eyes.

"Your home is lovely" Cas gushes when they're within earshot.

"Yeah, this is quite the rager you've got going on back here" Dean muses, earning bright smiles from the pair.

"Thank you! But Amanda's already managed to find at least ten things wrong with the decor, or the lights, or the food" Molly grumbles, as Jason gently rests his arm around her waist.

"Seriously, and Bill picked up every bottle of wine and inspected the year. As if these people aren't drunk enough to even care about the aged taste" Jason continues with an eye roll.

"Oh! Speaking of drinks what can we get you? We've got beer, wine from the wrong years, whiskey, scotch? You name it we've got it"

Shit. Dean hasn't had to talk about this with anyone outside of his family, but his dumbass should have thought about it. He is a party after all.

"Oh um..." Dean starts, but trails off realizing he didn't actually think through what he was going to say. His mouth has been doing that a lot lately.

"Oh we actually don-"Cas rushes in, giving Dean's hand a squeeze, which makes Dean's breath hitch.

Dean was floundering like an idiot and Cas cut in to help. That stupid, undiscussed swirling feeling dancing in his stomach, and he also can't help the dopey grin that spreads across his lips.

"I actually don't drink anymore, not since this little bug came around. But Cas here will definitely take a beer" Dean smiles, giving Jack a little bounce in his arms.

"Dean are you sur-"

"Yeah babe, it's good. I promise. Have a beer, you dork" Dean says turning to fully look at Cas so he gets that he means it. And he must because Cas gives a small smile back, which definitely doesn't make his stomach flip.

They turn back to the pair, praying they get the memo so Dean doesn't have to explain any further.

"Oh! So we have water, seltzer soda. We've got sprite, rootbeer-" Molly quickly moves to offer.

"A coke is good if you have it" Dean interrupts before Molly lists every single brand of soda they've got. And with a nod, Jason jogs off to get their drinks.

"Oh! Jack's probably itching to play with the rest of the kids. There's a whole section set up on the far side of a yard, keeping them far away from that fire pit! But don't worry, a handful of the parents are taking shifts" Molly rushes to add, as she points them in the right direction.

The two turn to follow her finger, Dean's eyes blowing wide at the sight. Four different size bounce houses, two jungle gyms, a huge sandbox, and pretty much every toy you can imagine. And yeah there's things definitely for toddlers, but Dean can only focus on the height of the slides and the amount of kids jumping inside that inflatable nightmare.

His hold only tightens around Jack, as he glances down hurriedly at Cas. But to his surprise Cas isn't gazing horrified at kid-sized deathtraps, he's smiling brightly, eyes shining.

Dean's gotta put his foot down. There's no way, it's too dangerous

"I don't know Jack's neve-"

"Exactly, why he should. There is more than enough equipment his size, and looks like there's plenty of kids around his age. And we both agreed it would be good for him to play with more children his own age, remember?" Cas supplies calmly, resting a hand over his shoulder. The heat radiating through Dean's jacket is doing nothing to put him at ease.

"Yeah but that fire-"

"Is perfectly safe. See, there's at least six parents over there right now. We can even take a shift watching the kids soon if you'd like?" Cas offers in the same tone, eyes shining with sincerity. And Dean manages to pull his gaze away long enough to glance over at the kids' party zone again.

There's a sort of gate squared off in the corner of the yard, with a large and small bouncy house, and what looks like a group of parents watching every move intently.

Cas is right. Jack will be fine. Of course, he will be. And if he's not, they'll just kill whoever's responsible. Stupid angels and their stupid sound logic.

"Alright, you're right" Dean sighs in defeat, as he gears up to walk across the yard. Besides Dean can probably use this as a chance to talk to some of the other paren-

And it happens so fast Dean almost misses it.

But he sure as hell feels it.

There's a heat on his cheek that quickly comes and goes, but there's a lingering warmth that blossoms in its place, spreading across his entire face and down his neck. Lighting shooting through his veins with a jolt, and of course that swirling feeling is back.

What the hell?

Dean's slowly turns towards the source and sees Cas smiling up at him. There's a nervousness dancing behind his features, the kind that's only visible to the trained eye. His hand his still on his shoulder, but he's closer now-wait.

Dean's entire brain short circuits as it works to catch up with the rest of his body, most importantly with his face and that whole lightning thing going on.

Then his brain finally snaps back into action, sending his stomach flipping, that swirling thing looping right along with it.

Because Cas kissed him.

Cas kissed him. On the cheek. Like it was nothing.

And the culprit refocuses in his vision, still smiling up at him anxiously, blue eyes searching his features. And Dean without even thinking, smiles back, which seems to settle Cas.

"I'm very proud of you for making the mature fatherly decision, now go! I'm sure Jack's dying for a turn on that bouncy thing" Cas teases, shoving Dean away, and he vaguely hears Molly giggling behind him. Dean doesn't even have time to process what he said before he's walking across the grass.

Actually, Dean isn't processing anything at the moment.

Because Cas just kissed him on the cheek like it was nothing, and Dean's face is on fire while his heart does its damnedest to pound its way out of his chest. Because now Dean Winchester is having a flustered meltdown over a friggin kiss on the cheek like he's thirteen again?

But it was more than that. Because he sure as hell didn't think Cas would go for it first so what i-

Dean almost stalls, but quickly forces his feet to keep moving as his stomach twists.

Because that feeling, the feeling Dean doesn't talk about is swirling in his stomach, bubbling upwards, trying t-nope.

Dean clenches the hand, that isn't currently supporting Jack, into a fist, nails digging into his palm. It was just a peck on the cheek it didn't mean shit. They had talked all about PDA, and both agreed to it, so that's all it was. It was a kiss for the sake of the case, all for the act.

So Dean tries to shove it from his mind, but failing to get rid of the warmth still radiating through his body and the tingling on his cheek. But hey, he isn't perfect.

He thankfully makes it over to the kid's section in one piece, but unfortunately, an over-excited mom immediately spots him.

"Hi I'm Maria, I don't recognize you, so must be one of our new neighbors!" Maria practically cheers, and Dean doesn't buy her false enthusiasm for a second, but he plasters a smile on his face ready to play the part.

"Yeah I'm-"

"I spotted you and your husband carrying boxes in yesterday! Didn't look like you had very much hmm?" Maria continues as if she hadn't heard him. And Dean didn't miss that little dig and he definitely didn't miss the way she emphasized husband.

"Yup that's me, Dean Richardson, and this is my son Jack" Dean says before she has a chance to cut him off again.

"Pleasure to meet you two! Now I assure you Jack is in good hands, you've got some of the best parents on duty right now!" Maria jokes and Dean has a feeling she's a little tipsy, which only increases his nerves. At least there's some other capable-looking parents standing around.

Maria continues to chatter loudly about god knows what, so he ignores her opting to carefully stand Jack on the ground, crouching to his level.

"Alright Squish, you're gonna hang out over here and have some fun with the rest of the kids! Me and your Dad are going to be right over there" Dean says excitedly, which only makes Jack even more excited.

"So if you need us, you tell one of the other grown-ups, and we'll come right over. And remember the rules kiddo? No mojo, capiche?" Dean reminds, whispering the last part.

"Capeesh!" Jack promises and Dean can't help but smile. So reluctantly, he presses a kiss to Jack's hair, and gently nudges him towards the other kids, watching as he runs away laughing.

"He's such a little cutie! Oh look he's playing with my Ella" Maria gushes while Dean silently prays Jack will drop that kid so he doesn't have to Maria and her false sweetness, ever again.

"Yeah, adorable. Anyway, my husband and I will gladly take a shift watching the little rugrats a-"Dean starts trying his best to sound like he doesn't want to strangle her.

"Oh no I wouldn't dream of it! It's your first party in the neighborhood, we have more than enough capable parents on duty tonight! Get back to your husband, drink, mingle!" Maria interrupts shoving him away, and Dean has no choice but to obey, unless he wanted to cause a scene. Which he did want to, because he was practically fuming from that subtle dig at capabilities at a parent, but he couldn't he had the damn case to think about.

And with a final glance to assure Jack was okay, Dean quickly surveys the crowd, easily spotting Cas' leather. He begins to make his way over, but suddenly the memories from five minutes ago come rushing back leaving him frozen.

Cas had kissed him-yeah it was on the cheek, but it was a kiss nonetheless. And that stupid swirling feeling began to bubble up in his stomach, unable to move as the-

"Dean, over here man!" Jason calls from across the yard, effectively kicking Dean's back into gear, as he made his way over to them.

Stuff it Winchester, focus on the case. It's all for the case.

So Dean jogs, over stopping next to Cas, who was lightly laughing along with Jason and Molly. Jason hands him a bottle, an honest-to-god glass bottle of Coke. They probably had to buy hundreds of these, must have cost a fortune.

"Is Jack all settled?" Cas asks, the slight worry on his face. And so without thinking, Dean takes his hand giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Yeah babe, kiddo is having the time of his life over there," Dean says with a sweet smile, pet name rolling off his tongue like nothing as he meets his eyes. Cas only responds with a smug smirk that says "I told you so", which definitely didn't make Dean's stomach flip.

"So, new neighbors let's get the good gossip out of the way before the bitch squad corners us. Tell us about yourselves! What do you guys do for a living?" Molly teases, effectively snapping them out of their staring contest.

Showtime

"Well I'm a mechanic, still looking for a good space in the area to set up shop, but Cas here is all set with a position at Amherst College in the sprin-" Dean begins, gushing about Cas like a proud husband.

"Dean, of course, is wildly underselling himself. He specializes in classic car restoration" Cas cuts in also like a proud husband, but there's a hint of sincerity in his voice that twists Dean's heart.

"Wow! So that gorgeous Impala really is your's after all?" Molly asks in awe.

"Yeah that's my Baby, rebuilt her after a crash a while back, she's been in the family for years" Dean shrugs, hand instinctively reaching for the back of his neck, but he can't help the little sense of pride that swells in his chest. He feels Cas squeeze his hand, but before he can glance over Jason starts talking.

"And Cas, Amherst that's impressive! What course do you teach?"

"English literature, and global history" Cas answers. They decided to tack on the history on account of Cas knowing pretty much all of history, and that it might be an in seeing as weirdo rich people are often weirdo history buffs.

"Oh I actually teach history over at the high school" Jason reveals, and Dean has to hold back a laugh.

Weirdo rich people, weirdo history buffs. Score.

"Well looks like we're surrounded by academics! Amherst, an incredible school, but that's a bit of a commute from here, isn't it?

"Oh it's not too bad, and the drive is all worth it if we get to live in this beautiful neighborhood. But what about you, Molly?" Cas deflects smoothly shooting them a charming smile-that Dean definitely didn't find charming.

"Oh, I'm a real estate lawyer. That's how we're in this gorgeous neighborhood" Molly jokes, Jason laughing along.

Real estate law, Dean tucks away that info for later because maybe that's how they got their house on the market and sold so quickly.

"Hey everyone, sorry to interrupt but we just wanted to introduce ourselves to the new neighbors," A shorter man says as he appears on the other side of Cas, with another man in tow.

"Oh come join the real party, anything to stay away from those vultures" Molly snorts with an eye roll, earning a laugh from everyone.

"I'm Tom, and this is my husband Stephen" The man, Tom, supplies as they each stretch out a hand. Dean reluctantly lets go of Cas' hand, and as they each shake their's, exchanging greetings.

Turns out Tom and Stephen live right across the street from them. Great, they're gonna have to get in extra good with them, because they might have seen something the night of the murders.

"So, we were giving these two the rundown on our lives, before Amanda and Bill start circling" Molly groans, and Tom and Stephen launch into discussing what they do for a living. Dean, of course, listens very intently, as he tries not to think about the sudden loss of warmth in his hand.

But he really doesn't have to think too long because he finds Cas' arm is curling around friggin waist.

Dean's eyes instantly snap up, as he tries to keep his expressions in check, but he can feel the heat creeping over his cheeks. Cas only gives him a nervous look, which makes Dean's chest tighten at the sight. Damnit.

Because yeah Cas keeps taking the lead, but he's never actually done this before, he's just doing what he thinks he should do. Cas must be anxious as fuck. And Dean's general "lets never talk about emotion or affection" attitude, probably isn't helping. He's the one who knows what to do, he should be helping ease Cas into this more, not having breakdowns every time they make eye contact.

So without really thinking, Dean slightly leans into Cas, causing him to wrap his arm around him tighter. It clearly settles Cas' nerves, because that worried look is gone, replaced with a smile, before he turns his head back to the conversation.

And Dean figures since Cas is listening, it's okay to tap out for a moment. Because excuse him, but Cas' arm is around his fucking waist, not even 20 minutes after he kissed him. Dean's just surprised he isn't passed out on the ground yet.

And that feeling-the feeling Dean of course doesn't talk-about is back and swirling around his stomach, threatening to bubble up his throat. It's making him feel nauseous, as his heart thumps against his chest.

But he can't exactly bring himself to care because there's a warmth washing over his body in waves. The heat of Cas' arm around his waist and shoulder resting against his own, radiates through his jacket. Dean can smell the worn leather mixing with Cas' cologne as he tries to focus back in on the conversation-what is he doing.

He's supposed to be getting info about the neighbors, and all he can think about is Cas' arm around his waist. Which is only there to keep up the act, and it doesn't matter that it fee-nope not even gonna go there.

Focus Winchester.

"-but enough about work, how did you two meet?" Dean catches Molly asking, and thank god he chose that moment to pull it together.

So Dean quickly meets Cas' eye. Both knowing they have to nail this part if they plan to gain anyone's trust. They hadn't exactly rehearsed it, but they are best friends who've spent over a decade lying for a living. They've got this.

Dean takes a steadying breath, ignoring the swirling and the warmth and the heart rate.

"Well, it was back in 2008. I was sort of going through a bit of a rough patch at work and was frequenting the local bar a bit too much. But maybe the hangovers were worth it, because one night this guy with wild hair and baby blues strolled in and happened to sit at the other end of the bar. And just my luck he looked about just as much of a mess as I did-no offense babe" Dean began putting on a show, and Cas rolled his eyes.

"Oh please, you didn't look half the mess that I did" Cas teases dramatically. Cas then gave him a look, leveling Dean with an arched eyebrow, causing laughter to bubble around them.

"Yeah yeah Casanova, we both looked a wreck okay? So much of a wreck that we apparently felt so sorry for each other, that we unknowingly bought one another a drink"

"After the bartender pointed out who bought me the beer, I looked up to see it was the person I had just bought a drink. So I figured he was worth a little conversation, and I moved to sit on the stool next to him" Cas continues, throwing a wink at Dean.

Damn they were good at this.

"And it turned out we were both walking disasters. I was out of a job, and Cas here had just gone through the world's worst breakup-"

"We had been together for years, and I had decided I'd had it. It was a mess, his whole family got involved. But I guess it was a good thing it was such a disaster, or I never would have gotten a drink from the gorgeous man at the end of the bar" Cas cuts back in, which definitely didn't make Dean's cheeks flare.

"Anyway, we got to talking, probably overshared way too much with a complete stranger, and called it a night. But I thought I'd be crazy to let him get away, so I practically chased him down on the street to get his number. And god was I lucky he didn't think I was a creep-"

"Actually I thought it was very romantic. Like a movie, too bad it wasn't raining. But honestly, I was just lucky he didn't think I was a creep when I called to ask him on a date the next morning" Cas jokes, earning another laugh from the group. Dean quickly surveys their faces to see that they're hooked. Time for the grande finale.

"And really the rest is history, we just sorta clicked. It sounds like bullshit, but it was like we were made for each other ya know? Cas just always knew what to say, always knew what to do to, understands me better than anyone else, helps me through every obstacle. I guess you could say he basically pulled me out of hell. And he still does, every day. There's no one else in the world I'd rather have by my side" Dean gushes, tacking on the hell line as a joke, but it didn't exactly sound like one. No, it sounded like the most sincere thing Dean's ever said, and he quickly realizes that it's not part of the act. He really means it.

He glances back over at Cas to see him slightly slack-jawed, gazing at him in soft wonder. Dean's heart picks up again, stomach swirling as he makes a little fist to ground himself.

Because of course, he means it Cas is his best friend, he's family that's nothing new. But it's more than that and yo-nope. Focus. Cas is only looking at him like that as part of the act, he's playing up.

Dean quickly tries to wrack his brain for something to say, but thankfully Molly cuts in.

"God aren't you two just the cutest, sappiest couple in the entire world! Oh my god, you're like a romcom. The perfect couple" Molly practically shouts earning a laugh from everyone and nods of agreement.

"Trust me, it wasn't as simple as a romcom. We fight, and we scream, but we always come back to each other" Cas says earnestly, looking right into Dean's eyes.

And Dean's pretty sure his heart is gonna burst through his chest because Cas' heart eyes look pretty damn convincing and it's sending his thoughts running. But thankfully, Tom and Stephen start telling the story of how they met, so Dean can thankfully push those thoughts aside. For now.

And after an hour of small talk, Dean and Cas have got a pretty good grasp on the people they're dealing with.

They learn that Stephen and Tom are both doctors at the same hospital, they have three-year-old daughter named Elizabeth. And with a glance over at the kids' section, they see that she and Jack are playing together. Another couple, Emma and Rachel come and join them all about halfway through. Emma is a cardiologist, and Rachel is a biomedical engineer, and they're in the process of adopting. They also learn that this entire week is the "Annual Autumn Festival", and there's a different event hosted by a different family each night, ending with a huge block party on Saturday night. Apparently, the school in town gives the kids a whole week off for some "district convention" with the higher ups, so they've been doing this for years.

And honestly, despite everything, Dean's actually having a good time. Yeah, these people's careers are insane, but Dean thinks they're pretty normal, and he's genuinely enjoying talking to them. And they seem to have warmed up to them, so with a slight nod from Cas, Dean goes in for the kill.

"So, we have to ask. We saw some crazy stuff in the news about this neighborhood, of course, it was after we bought the place. But we couldn't find much info about it" Dean begins gently to ease them into the conversation.

"Oh you must be talking about Carol and Mike" Rachel supplies with a frown, and a silence settles over the group.

"We're sorry, we didn't mean to pry. We were just curious sin-"Cas begins to apologize

"No, it's okay. You've got a right to know since it is about your house and all. Not your fault someone paid to keep it out of the news" Ton sighs heavily, and Stephen comfortingly presses his kiss to his temple.

"Carol and Mike were our best friends before they we-before everything" Stephen chokes out.

"We're so sorry for your loss" Dean offers, Cas nodding along.

"The night it happened, we were actually all supposed to go out to dinner. The four of us and the kids, it's a monthy tradition. But when we walked across the street to meet them, Carol answered. We should have known something was off bu-"

"Hello! I'm seeing frowns which is never a sign of a good party!" A shrill voice calls, which earns a groan from the group.

Damnit. They were so close.

Suddenly there's a shorter woman with platinum blonde hair, and a man with enough goop in his hair to grease a pan, who've both clearly had some work done.

"Hi I'm Amanda, and this is my husband Bill. You two must be our new neighbors" Amanda smiles with her too-white teeth, extending a hand with perfectly manicured nails. Of course, they are.

Dean resists the urge to roll his eyes, but with a squeeze on his side from Cas, he's reaching out his hand to shake theirs'.

"Bill, a pleasure to meet you! Nice to see you've already found your people. I know how you guys like to group up" Bill laughs with an equally blinding, white smile.

A pit drops in Dean's stomach. "Your people", who does this guy think he is? And these aren't Dean's people he's stra-

Give it a rest Winchester, you can only lie to yourself about so many things at once.

Fine so maybe they are "Dean's people", but this homophobic assclown has no right to say it, especially not like that.

"Well, not as much as your people lik-"Dean starts, only to be cut off by a pinch to his side and he whips his head towards Cas.

"Just let it go, he isn't worth it" Cas softly whispers in his ear, while he gently pulls him closer. With a huff, Dean begrudgingly lets it go.

He turns back to the conversation to see Bill and Amanda completely ignoring them, as they ramble on about nonsense. Dean quickly locks eyes with each couple, they throw him an eye roll, or a face when Amanda and Bill aren't looking.

"Oh Amanda and Bill, looks like you found the new neighbors" Molly calls slightly strained as she and Jason practically run back over.

"Yes, but sadly we don't have much time to chat with them tonight. There are still some people we must say hello to" Amanda informs, and honestly, Dean could cheer from relief.

"But you two must stop by sometime this week so we can get you properly acquainted with the neighborhood. Maybe widen the variety of your social groups" Bill snarks and Dean opens his mouth to retort but is silenced by a sharp tug from Cas.

"Thank you for the offer, bu-" Cas answers cooly before Dean even thinks about reopening his mouth.

"Perfect! Stop by Tuesday around two, we'll have lunch! But like I said we must be going, try to have a pleasant evening. Oh and Molly, that chicken looked a bit dry, might want to check on that" Amanda proclaims, and then she and Bill are disappearing into the crowd.

Dean turns to glare at Cas, who only gives him a look that reads "we'll talk about it later".

"I'm so sorry you got trapped by them. God, they're the fucking worst" Molly groans in apology

"Yeah can't argue with that" Dean grits out, still fuming from Bill's words and Amanda's stupid smirk.

"And Bill's such a homophobic bastard, thinks he's so subtle. God, what I'd give to shove a-" Emma rants, only to be cut off by a gentle shove from her wife.

"We can try to get you out of the lunch with them, we can sa-"Jason offers, but Cas of all people shuts him down.

"It's okay, if we go once and make them hate us, maybe they'll never bother us again. Oh and I'm sorry, but we really better get going. It's almost Jack's bedtime. Thank you for everything" Cas explains with a smile, shooting a look at Dean.

"Yeah, this was a killer party. So great to meet you guys, hope we see you all soon!" Dean says plastering on a smile despite his bubbling anger.

And with quick goodbyes, Cas' arm unsnakes itself from around Dean's waist. But before he can mourn the loss, he feels his hand in his dragging him silently towards the kids' section. They scoop up an exhausted, but ecstatic Jack, and carefully avoid running into Maria, as they make their way through the gate.

Now that they're alone, walking down the cold, dark sidewalk, Dean can hold it in anymore.

"God we were so damn close then, Barbie and Ken had to show up and shut the whole thing down! And now you want us to have lunch with them?" Dean rages, pointedly ignoring the way Cas' hand that isn't holding a sleeping Jack, squeezes his own. And of course, the fact that they're still holding hands.

"I know they were dicks, but I noticed them circling us for at least ten minutes, and they only rushed over as soon as we started asking about the murders. Isn't that suspicious?" Cas questions.

"Yeah I guess, but wh-"

"So I think they might be the thing we're hunting. I only agreed to lunch so we could check them out, and scope out their house" Cas continues, amusement dancing in his voice

Of course. God, it's so obvious how could Dean miss it? This whole thing is really fucking with his head.

"Alright, no need to be smug about it. But I still don't understand why you wouldn't let me tear that assclown a new one" Dean grumbles, anger quickly returning as they climb their porch steps.

Cas sighs dropping his hand, turning to look at Dean fully. Dean's heart starts up, as Cas levels him with an intense, unreadable stare.

"Because he's just some rich, homophobic asshole, who believes he's better than everyone. But he's not, because he isn't even worth your energy or thought. He doesn't know anything about us" Cas speaks, softly, as he rests a hand on Dean's shoulder. Dean suddenly realizes they're standing almost nose to nose.

"And I certainly don't care what he thinks of me or you, and I certainly don't care what he thinks of us. Because all that matters is how we think about ourselves." Cas continues purposefully, and Dean's throat constricts at the words. Dean of course knows Cas is "indifferent to sexual orientation", but he doesn't know that he-wait is Cas-

"And besides, if he's the monster. We'll get to kill him, slowly" Cas says in a mock-serious tone, which startles a laugh from Dean's throat. He's so close he can feel Cas's breath on his face, and Cas can probably hear Dean's heart racing.

But thankfully the logical part of Dean's brain is still somewhat running because it reminds him that it's all for the act. "He doesn't know anything about us", Cas was talking about the act. These people don't know they're pretending.

Because none of this is rea-

And it happens so fast that Dean almost misses it, again. But now he's watching Cas' retreating form walk through the doorway, and up the stairs. Leaving Dean, standing alone in the cold night air, his hand moving to his cheek without consent.

Cas kissed him on the cheek, again.

But this time. Nobody was around. They were completely alone, nobody to put on an act for.

That swirling feeling his back and wreaking havoc on his stomach again, while that lightning thing courses through his veins, and his mind races a mile a minute.

Dean lets out a breath, aggressively running his hands through his hair, as he stares out onto the empty street.

Because what the fuck is happening.

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neocatharsis · 3 years

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Ten on his new Represent capsule, grappling with creativity, and evading genre lines.

As Ten Lee - a vocalist and dancer in K-pop groups NCT (with whom he debuted in 2016) and Super M, and Chinese group WayV - is musing over his proclivity for partnering music or visual styles in a way that others deem strange, he veers off on a tangent. “Anything can be matched… except juice and coffee,” he says, suddenly. “Those two should never be.” Ten is infamously anti-fruit. It stems from a mistaken process of association in childhood where “I had the image of a spider and the image of fruit mixed up,” he laughs awkwardly, “so now whenever I put fruit in my mouth, I think there’s spiders in my mouth.”

Random abstractions such as this pepper his rapid-fire conversation, like small fireworks fizzing through the dark. Excitable, enthused and sharply alert, if Ten’s energy was visible it would be a shimmering mantle of gold and silver dust. As a dancer, he moves with a sinuous, controlled power that can shift from elegant to explosive on a single beat. As a visual artist, the Bangkok-born, multilingual 25-year-old recently added the title of designer to his growing list of achievements, launching an already sold out collaboration with the bespoke merch platform Represent.

Aptly, he named his collaboration “What is ??? THE ANSWERS”, for although being a chameleonic artist is one of Ten’s greatest strengths, the personality traits that enable this created within him question marks around how he saw himself fitting into the world. “People ask me, ‘What kind of music do you like?’ And I say, ‘I like R&B but hope it sounds rock’. And they’re like, ‘That doesn’t make sense’.” It was troubling to Ten that people began telling him who he was and how he should be, instead of accepting him as is.

In a recent Instagram Live, the myriad of Ten’s contrasts tumble forthwith. He’s the doting cat-dad. His inner emo, who loves rock music, shows off dried roses, with the stern, black, geometric lines of the large tattoo on his inner right arm sometimes visible. But he’s also delicate in a way, with his butterfly tattoo and hair lightly permed, who names daisies as his other favourite flower, and plays Fousheé’s breathy TikTok hit, 'Deep End'.

“Have you seen the image where I have my name in a cross in lots of different languages?” He pulls the image up on his phone. The design sits on his Represent long sleeve tee. “I was thinking [about this], like, what you’re saying... Ten has this luvvie flower side and a very ‘rawwrr!’ side. I’m always like, ‘Ten, what kind of person are you?’ I do ask myself that, too, because everything I like is so different [to the other].” He could have conceded, and reined himself in. He’s pushed back instead. “I thought, ‘I can be anything I want, I can be this in the morning and this at night. I can be any person I want to be’. And that’s what makes me comfortable and happy.”

On his Instagram, Polaroids feature scrawled messages, like “Don’t tell me what to do!” and “Whatever! I’ll do it my way”. The designs of his collaboration seek to challenge being boxed in by other people’s standards, thus limiting ourselves. The recurring symbol of a cross tipped with arrows is a nod to the Chinese letter for 10, but doubles as a plus sign. He’s added it to his Instagram, writing “TEN_+•10” in his bio. “A plus sign can mean that you’re adding on and growing.” He points to another version of the arrow-cross, one with short diagonal dashes between its points that symbolise light. It means, he says, “that I’m radiating. I’m burning, I’m active, I’m doubling myself.” He touches his forearm, where crowning his geometric tattoo is a blazing sun. “I have this, like, if you want to be the light, you have to burn. I relate to that.”

This isn’t to say Ten’s self-exploration is complete. While celebrating his strengths, the artwork also portrays parts of himself not yet conquered. He admits to being a chronic overthinker: “Even very small things that happen to me, I rethink a thousand times, and I get stressed out because of the things I do. Like, the main theme [here] is me overthinking but trying to find an answer even though it doesn’t have any answer.” Fittingly, spiral shapes dominate his designs, looming large amongst bright, bold shapes that evoke 80s Pop Art and graffiti, though Ten shies away from defining himself as “fully an artist, I’m not in the position to say things like that yet.”

“I’m still learning and trying new things. You learn by getting different elements from different people and I’m in that stage now.” He enjoys wandering the infinite halls of Instagram and Pinterest where he screenshots art that he likes, lost in the images, often for hours. He explains that he’s mostly influenced by whatever his current visual obsession is. “I’m interested in tattoos lately so my paintings look like tattoo designs. I’m that person who, when they see stuff, it goes into my brain and instantly comes out from my hands,” he laughs.

Ten’s introduction to art and design was through his mother, who believed music, art and sport were more important in a child’s development than traditional academia. “She didn’t care if I got an A* or not, just don’t get an F or a D,” he grins. Like any kid forced to do something, Ten railed against spending his weekends at art school. He attended but he didn’t draw. He befriended his teacher and other pupils and, as they worked, he chatted. “I was a very talkative kid! When I came to SM Entertainment (in 2013), I had a lot of my own time because my parents were in Thailand and I was alone. I had to absorb all the new culture and adapt to a new environment.’” When he felt surrounded by “negative energy”, he began drawing, enamoured with the space and freedom it offered because in art, as he often says, “there’s no right answer.”

There is, however, sometimes a middle ground. His goal was to make the Represent collection accessible to his diverse fanbase. “I wanted to make things that people can easily wear because it was my first project to make something with clothes and it’s a collab. If you go too far out, no one will get it. If you go too far back, people won’t reach for it. So finding the middle ground is important but that’s the hardest thing to do. If it’s my own project, I’ll be like, ‘I’m the president of this brand, I’m gonna make all the weird clothes that I can imagine!’”

He sought second opinions to ensure his designs landed the way he hoped. “I have a lot of good friends around me - my choreographer, (SHINee and Super M member) Taemin hyung, my manager. I randomly ask people I’m comfortable with and have known for a long time, like Mark (Lee, of NCT and Super M). Mark has the same kind of perspective as me, but I’m a person who is arrghhh!” He waves his hands in the air. “And he’s very calm. I need a person who is opposite of me because when I’m in a mood, I talk nonsense - ‘I wanna do this, I wanna do that, I wanna make this!’ - and Mark’s like,’Bro, calm down’,” he says in a rather uncanny impression of the Canadian-Korean.

Ten works fast when he’s drawing. He has to. He describes his personality as someone who can't wait until the next day to do something. “I’m very impatient,” he smiles. “If I’m going to paint or draw, I’m going to finish it in, like, two hours. I can’t sit down for three hours.” When inspiration hits him, it’s off the back of deep contemplation, sometimes about the mundane - “Like, why do the cats come to me when they’re hungry only? Is it selfish or instinct? - at other times, something affecting him emotionally.

But whereas his job as a singer and dancer sees him project his energy outwards, art offers the opposite. He’s often alone in his room when he works. As is for many artists, the right mood is fundamental. “When I’m in a good mood, I can’t draw,” he half-sighs. It’s also a multi-sensory process. “Smell or the temperature of the room, that really helps me draw. I light three or four candles. And when I draw, it’s kind of heavy, the feeling,” he explains. “It feels like you’re sinking into something, into yourself, and everything seems so small. Everything narrows down into me, my pencil, the paper.”

The more work he does in different creative mediums, the less Ten’s desire is to keep them separate. His art, dance and music influence each other, whether it’s customising his own collaboration pieces, a choreography video in an art gallery or dancing underwater with a film crew. When someone tells him that something won’t work or match up well, he refuses to let the idea go until he’s attempted it.

“I’ve had that since I was young. I think everything is possible. If you don’t try, you don’t know. When people say it’s impossible, like dancing in water for three minutes, I’m like, then let’s make it possible. You don’t need to walk a straight line [in life], you can walk this way,” Ten says, pointing along an invisible line before switching sharply in direction. “Then go back on track, go that way, come back. No one should tell you to walk in a line, I don’t see the point of that.”

#nct #wayv #Ten

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tsumuniri · 3 years

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━━━ Atsumu Miya is a free-loader. Living inside his twin brother's home as if it was his, he would bring home girls and annoy Osamu most of the time. Y/N L/N is quite the opposite apparently because she's a virgin loser. Being the popular anonymous BL mangaka known as Yamazaki, she stays in the homey abode of her parents and watches boys from afar for references (not for admiration sadly).

Now what will happen if fate decided to tie these two idiots together and made them live across each other in one apartment?

。m.list ❯❯ ┃next

ZERO ━━ WHO’S KICKING WHO NOW?

DO YOU GET NERVOUS to the point you wouldn't be surprised that you already took a shit, not pee, but discharge the residue on your pants? That's how a certain H/C-haired female felt as she sat across the table with her editor on the other side. It was only a figurative speech, though; if she took it literally, Y/N would gladly dig her own grave and plan her funeral up to what kind of horrid gown she'd be wearing in her casket.

It wasn't your fault to be this anxious. You've been doing this type of gig for almost five years, yet you couldn't help but tremble slightly on your seat as you noiselessly wait for the male editor to enlighten you with comments in regards to this unreleased chapter. You hate having to go through this type of initiation, but hey, you love your job nevertheless.

"Great work today, L/N-san. You accurately followed my advice when it comes to the panels. As expected from your skills and experiences in the field." Akihito remarked, pushing up his glasses with his thumb and closing the original copy of the printed manuscript.

You now had the ability to breathe as you draw out a deep sigh of relief. "Well, thank the gods for that! When you criticized the paneling of this chap two days ago, I panicked a bit and had to rearrange them all." You rambled on and began to ravish the food on your tray to satisfy your empty stomach. It was a bit difficult to comprehend your words due to the continuous eating of the delicious french fries. However, your editor somewhat understood you in the end.

Akihito watched you chowed down on the poor potato snack and shook his head from the ridiculous spectacle of your hungry state. "You're the infamous Yamazaki, but you asked me to meet up with you in a place like this?" He panned out.

"What do you mean? And didn't I tell you not to say my pen name out loud? What if people might hear you!"

"Y/N, we're in McDonald's." Your editor frowned, gesturing around the place full of children with a nudge of his thumb. With the sudden dilemma of your hidden identity, he cocked a brow and turned his head to glance at the screaming little monsters chasing each other on the matted floor. It was clear to him that these youngsters didn't pay any mind to their talk.

"We took the table by the playground. I don't think kids of their age would know someone who makes picture books of men sucking-".

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! STOP!" You cut him off right before he could finish his ambiguous statement. You took a bite on the fry you were holding and dipped it in the blob of ketchup on the tissue paper. "I chose this fast-food resto because the atmosphere in this place is loud. I don't want someone to hear you nor see the material you're reading." You licked the salt off your fingers once you finished eating your fries.

His slanted eyes squinted in suspicion as his onyx irises surveyed your get-up from head to toe. Your patterned sock-covered feet nestled on black Adidas slippers as you had plaid trousers that seemed to look like matching pajama pants of a clothing set. The white shirt with the oppai logo you wore made up for your lacking asset. However, the best feature of this apparel you came up with was the unusual pair of large rimmed shades covering your eyes. "It seemed like you do know how to act natural, Y/N..." Akihito trailed, deciding not to ridicule the outfit you chose to wore for their meeting since he knew you were in a hurry to meet the deadline.

Your eyes glanced at the watch wrapped around your wrist and realized the current time. "I better get going. My mom would kill me if I didn't do the groceries. Thank you for today, Akihito!" You pushed yourself off the table, sitting up from the cushioned seat then bowing towards the male.

The brunette also stood up for courtesy's sake, softly smiling at you in gratification. "Thank you for your hard work as well, L/N-san. I'll make sure to send out a copy of the weekly magazine as soon it releases to the public. Your international fans will definitely enjoy this chapter once the global publishing company releases the translated magazine." He assured.

"Well, I'm happy to hear that everyone gets to enjoy my works! I'll see you soon, Akihito." You gave him a lazy grin as you turned your back and left for your pending chore.

"That man sure bought a lot of cleaning products." You thought out loud as you recalled the fascinating scene of a fellow shopper with a basket full of cleaning merchandise. You couldn't pinpoint his looks since the guy was wearing a face mask. But from his athletic build and large hooded eyes that made the other shoppers distance themselves away, you had a feeling he's good-looking. It wouldn't be surprising if he already has a girlfriend.

Or a boyfriend if he likes bananas over tacos.

Your little bubble of thoughts soon popped as you stood outside the gate of your household, staring at the moving boxes stacked on the grassy floor of your mother's garden. 'Now, what are they up to?' You mused, having a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach from the cardboard packages.

You hoisted up the two paper bags full of groceries against your chest and pulled the gate open. "Mom! Dad! I'm Home!" You greeted out, walking past the boxes and almost tripping on one of them. Your left arm had lifted the groceries with difficulty as you used your other hand to twist the doorknob of the front door.

The spruce door was pushed open by your right arm. As you took a step inside, your ears caught a pitched bark from the end of the hallway. A smile fixed on your lips once the familiar energetic sound registered in your mind.

"Kazu!" A short-coated corgi ran out from one of the doorways as it continued to bark and jump from the excitement of its owner arriving back at home. Its fluffy butt waddled with every step it took with its soft paws— bouncing a couple of times once you called out its name.

You smiled from ear to ear, "You miss me, boy?" You cooed, slipping out of your slippers and setting the bags of groceries on the hall table by the door. The dog barked softly and looked up at you with his beady eyes, wagging his tail and letting out another bark in reply. You would've played with this cute bunch that the gods have blessed you with, but the questions about the boxes haven't stopped galling you for answers.

"Where's mom and dad, Kazu?"

Kazu tilted his head and barked as if the corgi understood what you were trying to tell him. The dog turned around and darted over to the staircase leading upstairs. 'Maybe that's why they didn't hear me.' You thought to yourself and followed your dog over to the flight of stairs. The fluffy puppy used his time in climbing up the steps, but you decided to scoop the dog up in your arms and carry him midway due to how hard of a time the corgi's having.

You gently placed Kazu back on the floor after you both reached upstairs. Your brows furrowed together as you caught the sight of the two pieces of luggage outside your bedroom door. If your gut was telling you before that something grave might happen, it was screaming at you now that something will. "Mom?" You called out for your mother, needing an explanation for what the hell her parents are doing to her room.

Finally, the said person peeked her head out from the doorway of your room. "Y/N, dear! Welcome back!" She smiled and waved her hand to beckon you over to her side.

"Since you're finally here, your father and I have some great news for you!"

You eyed your mother, suspicious by the way she's acting, but you still heeded her command and took hesitant steps in the direction of your bedroom. "What's happening, mom? Why are you guys in my r-" You weren't able to finish your sentence as you find yourself in an almost empty bedroom with your father sealing a box with packaging tape.

The middle-aged man looked up from what he was doing and beamed once he saw his daughter walked inside the room, "My lovely girl! Great timing! Help your old pal in bringing your stuff outside the house." He hummed.

You didn't know what to say— you already had an idea of what the old couple was about to do, but you don't want to believe it. Your wide eyes shifted between your mother and father, "Don't... Don't tell me that..." You stammered as you were in disbelief from the current event playing right in front of you.

"We're kicking you out, Y/N!"

## and this is the first fic that i posted here on tumblr! though, i already published it in wp as well LMAO. i hope you enjoyed reading the prologue :'>

#haikyuu!!#atsumubrainrot #atsumu miya #atsumu fic #atsumu x female reader #msby atsumu #haikyuu atsumu #atsumu fluff #msby sakusa #miya osamu #hq osamu #hq atsumu #ishiwrites #IFINALLYUSEDTUMBLR #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you

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mikwrites-archive · 4 years

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synopsis: you never knew loving could hurt this good until you became entangled with kuroo tetsurou and his daughter. (single dad! kuroo)

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x fem!reader

warnings: none!

masterlist: here!

a/n: surprise !!! this is my au that i was pairing w an album (blue neighbourhood by troye sivan) and im really excited to put content out for it so i hope u guys like it !!!

There were many things you knew about Kuroo Tetsurou.

You knew he took a gap year to care for his baby daughter, Katherine, or as most knew her, Kitty. You knew he was a chemistry major, and played on a volleyball team; he was apparently was good enough to play professionally. You knew he drank way too many blue energy drinks, and wore reading glasses, and that his hair wasn’t gelled but actually bedhead from his bizarre sleeping position.

It wasn’t that you paid perverse attention to your roommate of three years, but it was simply things you had tucked away unconsciously, being in vicinity of him for majority of your days and nights.

What you didn’t know, was that he also knew many things about you.

He knew that Tuesdays and Thursdays were the only days you didn’t have night classes, and that your best friend was currently studying abroad for a few months, leaving you free, to babysit, despite your protests.

“Please.”

Kuroo’s hazel eyes are wide and pleading, and you bite your lip, toying with one of your earbuds, eyeing the quiet child in his arms with obvious hesitation.

“I’m not good with kids.”

“You’ll be fine.” The careless dismissal only furthers your anxiety, watching as he places Kitty in her crib, gathering his belongings in a hurried tangle, stuffing them in his gym bag. “I’m sorry, I know it’s really last minute but no one is picking up and I’m already late for practice.”

“What if I...” you wring your hands anxiously, unable to tear your gaze away from the chubby cheeks and doe like eyes. “What if I kill her or something?”

“You’re not going to kill her.”

You’re not sure if it’s a threat or reassurance, but either way, it doesn’t relieve your nerves, and noticing this, Kuroo stops, running his hand through his hair as he sighs, offering you a small grin.

“She’s really quiet, you know this. She’ll probably just play in her crib, if she gets fussy, pick her up and rock her a little. I fed her and changed her, so you should be good until I come back.”

“This is too much responsibility.” You groan, rubbing your temples, thinking just a few minutes ago your only worry was your paper due tomorrow, and now you were conversing with your roommate you barely ever interacted with and babysitting his child.

“I’ll pay you, okay? Your trials won’t go unrewarded. And don’t argue.” He points and your mouth snaps shut. “Student debt is no joke.”

You wonder whether he was always this charmingly persuasive, as he flashes you one last amused, roguish smile before slinking out of the dorm hurriedly, leaving you alone with Kitty.

Awkwardly, you inch over to the crib, peering inside over the top, blinking slowly at the infant who returned your gaze curiously.

“You look like him.” You muse, holding out a finger, smiling as she grabs it interestedly. And it was true, her features of dark hair and bright eyes, no other evidence of genetics present, even though you knew she must have a mother.

Rumours pertaining to the identity of the other parental figure, was a common source of gossip on campus, ranging from them being deceased, to across the seas in America, and each of them prickled you whenever they were whispered in your vicinity, it being nobody’s business, especially yours; for being Kuroo Tetsurou’s roommate came with no shortages of thorny rumours and backhanded comments of yourself and Kuroo, though you had learned to adapt to them as you’re sure Kuroo has himself as well.

You find yourself lost in thought at the realization of the humanness Kuroo Tetsurou and his daughter Kitty, before this moment only ever existing as flitting ghosts in the back of your mind or in your peripheral vision as you were muddled in notes and headphones.

It’s guilt that washes over you as you draw back, observing Kitty as she gnaws on the foot of her namesake doll, imagining the trials of Kuroo, being a college student and a single father, suddenly filling you with appreciation for your roommate.

You bring your laptop over by the crib, remembering your paper that was in dire need of being completed, not quite comfortable with the idea of turning your back to the child, smiling as she babbled at your words.

“I guess you’re not that bad.”

#kuroo tetsurou x reader #tetsurou kuroo imagine #tetsurou kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou imagine #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!! imagine #haikyuu!! x reader #blue neighbourhood au

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topsyturvy-dream · 3 years

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Title: Temptation

Scene Explanation: This scene happened during the night you and Jiraiya reconnected with each other. Jiraiya was the one you’ve been crushing on during your childhood years, and eventually pining for as you both grew up, but due to a fall out, your life took a different turn than what you expected. Now that you’re face-to-face again after many years, will you both give in to the temptation and act on the ‘”what could have been”?

Artist’s Notes: I know that I said that this will be posted in December 2020, but then so many unexpected things happened and I only finished this art in early February this year. And then, more unexpected things happened once again, so it took so long for me to write the full background story (under read more). And so, here we are! 😂 Anyways, I’m so excited to get started on my next one, which will be about Minato! So stay tuned! 💕

OC Background Story:

You are a niece of Sarutobi Biwako, the Third’s Hokage’s wife, through your father’s side, and the cousin of Dan Kato through your mother’s side. When you were younger, you were placed in a promising team; however, because of a mission gone wrong, your sensei and one of your teammates were killed in action, and your third teammate decided to quit becoming a ninja. While trying to find a new team for you, Biwako insisted that Hiruzen take you in as a temporary member of his team, and thus, that was how you met and became fast friends with Jiraiya, Tsunade, and Orochimaru.

Growing up, you have always had a small crush on Jiraiya. His vibrant personality and unique looks caught your eye and your heart. When you reached your early adult years, your attraction to him was reciprocated, which resulted in a “friends with benefits” relationship. Late night pillow talks and increasing quality time spent together made you develop your feelings for him deeply. But even though Jiraiya is a frequent companion of yours whether in bed or in the streets, you know that his heart belongs to Tsunade. Unfortunately, you are not all kind. Seeing that Tsunade and Dan had an attraction to each other, you were the main reason that they ended up in a romantic relationship. After all, who better than to introduce your best friend to your cousin and fully support their relationship other than you. Maybe then, you can have Jiraiya; all is fair in love and war, they say.

Your relationship with Jiraiya came into question during an important alliance mission. Visiting the foreign nobility’s court to discuss the alliance terms, one of the noble’s sons had a deep attraction for you. Throughout the mission, he would do everything in to woo you, send you beautiful flower arrangements, expensive jewelleries, and even try to accompany and show you around the country. As the time came for you, Jiraiya, and your team to go back to Konoha, the noble’s son decided to see you off the village, but not without inviting you to come back and stay so that he can properly court you.

Back at the village, Jiraiya would frequently tease you about the noble’s son, especially when you’re both out with mutual friends. However, one day, you were having such a bad day and was in no mood for his antics, so you decided to walk out of the restaurant you were hanging out in and go back to your place to cool off. Jiraiya, who felt bad for making you more upset, decided to follow you to talk. Not being able to take keeping your feelings a secret anymore, you confessed your love for him at his instant, telling him that you don’t want to be his friends with benefit anymore because you love him and that you want to have a proper relationship with him. But like you feared when finally confessing, Jiraiya couldn’t return your love because he still has feelings for Tsunade. Hurt by this revelation of unrequited love, you ask Jiraiya whether you are just Tsunade’s replacement – a temporary fill in his bed to chase away the loneliness until Tsunade changes her mind and decides to love him instead – to which Jiraiya was speechless. Not being able to bear the sadness, you told Jiraiya “I thought as much” and left him alone.

Needing time to process everything and because it was very awkward, you and Jiraiya would avoid each other. Very much heartbroken, you decided to be the chosen one to go back and reside in the foreign nobility’s court to lead the alliance efforts. Maybe that will help you forget about your heartache. So, you leave, and a few years later, the noble’s son proposes and you accept.

Original Ending (Angst)

Many years later, after losing most of his precious people from Konoha, Jiraiya decides to travel and work alone. He hates the quiet, because he would reminisce of days pasts, and he would often remember you and wonder what would have happened if he had given you a chance and moved on from Tsunade. It is during some of these musings that the regret will come, because deep down inside, Jiraiya does love you, too.

It just so happens that fate or coincidence made him cross paths with you again. Somewhere at the edge of the country you’re in, Jiraiya foils a kidnapping attempt made at the youngest daughter of a noble family. Bringing her back to the village, he finds out that the child he saved is yours.

Grateful for Jiraiya’s help in saving his favourite grandchild and also recognising him as one of the legendary ninjas, your father-in-law decided to host Jiraiya for dinner and let him stay the night in your home to rest before he continues on his travels. Since your husband is currently away from the village for some business matters, you were given the task of hosting him and keeping him company; after all, you did know Jiraiya from before you left Konoha. As the night falls, you and Jiraiya ended up having a drink together and reminisce about old times – laughing about some of your training antics and mission experiences together.

Jiraiya suddenly turns serious; he asks you how you were and whether you’re happy. You were truthful with him. Your life has changed drastically. You’re a retired shinobi in a boring and loveless marriage with a womanising noble, which is definitely not what you pictured your future would have been, but here you are. Jiraiya, for once, doesn’t run away. He apologises to you for what happened that one fateful night many years ago. He apologises for not giving you a chance, even if he already had an inkling feeling that you have caught feelings for him. He says sorry for not realising sooner that cares so much about you too, that he does love you too. But as he was about to say those three words that you’ve always longed to hear, you placed your fingers on top of his lips to silence him, telling him that you don’t want to think about the what ifs. Jiraiya, understanding that you both can’t turn back time, kisses your fingers, your palms, looks into your eyes, and kisses you passionately on your lips. This led to the both of you making love throughout night, the first since years ago.

Basking in the afterglow and lying in bed together, you decided to let Jiraiya know your real feelings. You told him that you waited so long for him. When the noble’s son wanted to marry you, you tried to put it off as much as possible. You waited, and waited, and waited for him to come get you; hoping of all hopes that maybe, he changed his mind and decided to move on from Tsunade and give you both a chance, because you know that deep inside, Jiraiya has feelings for you, too. You waited, until you can’t anymore. So, you said yes to the noble’s son, and the rest is history. You never did have closure. You were angry. You are angry, telling Jiraiya that “I hate that I still love you. I hate that I waited for you, but you never came.” So, you told him that this is the last time ever that he can come to this village, telling him that he’s not coming back to destroy your life anymore. After that, you had angry/hate sex together, and in the morning, Jiraiya is gone.

You became pregnant with your last child that night, but no one really knows who the real dad is because your child’s hair colour and features are mostly the same as yours. The only thing that shows that the child’s father is Jiraiya is that they have his eyes, his smile, and his squarish jaw line. You never did tell anyone that it was Jiraiya’s kid; it was a secret that you kept till your grave. And Jiraiya? He never did find out that he had a kid, too.

This ending is when Jiraiya eventually dies at Pein's hands. One of Jiraiya's unreleased books, which he kept somewhere safe before he left for the Pein mission, is based on what could have been if he hadn’t let you get away and the both of you had your happily ever after in each other’s arms.

Alternate Ending (Happy)

Jiraiya, who decided to have some balls and confront his feelings, chooses to run after you, and asks you to wait a little bit more for him because he loves you, too. So, you decide to decline the marriage proposal from the noble’s son, and once the alliance was established, you go back home to Konoha and decide to travel with Jiraiya. During your travels, he really gets to know you on a deeper level, and he falls deeper in love with you.

One day, you both came across Tsunade briefly in your travels. Knowing that Jiraiya and her need some time alone, you leave the two of them to catch up, thinking that Jiraiya might want to be alone with Tsunade; thus, preparing yourself to be let down and rejected by him. During Tsunade and Jiraiya's meal (with sake, of course), he realises that he has finally moved on from her.

That night, as he went back to his and your hotel room, he couldn't sleep thinking about his realisation that Tsunade doesn't make his heart beat fast anymore. Then he looks at your sleeping face, and it's like a whole load of inspiration just exploded inside him and the epiphany that you are the woman that he wants to grow old with. He then immediately wakes you up in the wee hours of the morning, kissing you (and you almost punched him for waking you up from your sleep). Jiraiya's all giddy and happy telling you "I love you" repeatedly. You were a bit sceptical though, but Jiraiya promises to show you that he really loves you through his actions.

He does - he tries to show his love and appreciation for you every day, and his main masterpiece is a book that he finishes - wherein the heroine is inspired by you - and he declares his love for you in that book he wrote (calling himself stupid for not looking inside his heart sooner or something along the lines). You both continue your travels, and eventually get married and have children (of course, he gets to make love to you all the time, which is a bonus). He also gets to watch Naruto grow old and become the Hokage he is like his father. All is well.

#jiraiya #naruto fanart #jiraiya x oc #jiraiya x reader #naruto #naruto shippuden #my little artwork #my little writings #i initially wasn't going to include jiraiya in my naruto oc series #but then i suddenly came up with the angst idea and i was so excited to share it that i decided to create an oc for him #it was like a puzzle piece trying to connect the dots though so that the oc's background story makes sense with the angst scene hehehehe #i really loved designing the oc though #i was trying to look for inspirations and then i saw this really beautiful princess so i based it off that #i tried to use reverse image search but then the source of the image didn't come out which was super sad #ALSO i totally forgot to include the cloth underneath the obi #by the time i wanted to add it in it was too late and i just wanted to finish this art because it was taking to long to finish #oh well i still had such great fun drawing the oc and jiraiya though #my favourite was colouring them because aaaahhh they're so colourful together

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grimthejedisith-archived · 3 years

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“Call me Jedi just as you have, it’s a nice reminder that we’re not all gone.” -Grim

DISCLAIMER: The Mun and Muse are not the same. This character may contain TRIGGERS of; war , genocide, death, depression, suicide, ptsd, nightmares, and survivor’s guilt

SHIPPING: Grim is open to SELECTIVE shipping. She is a LESBIAN.

ABOUT

BASICS

NAME Grim

ALIAS Rue

AGE 14-

FC my artwork

ORIENTATION Lesbian

FAMILY

FATHER n/a

MOTHER n/a

SIBLINGS Twin brother (gone)

CHILDREN n/a

PHYSICAL

EYES Green

HEIGHT 5’

HAIR Strawberry Blonde

SCARS small scars everywhere from her many battles and (post-Order 66 only) a metal arm

TATTOOS n/a

NOTICEABLE FEATURES freckles

GENDER Cis Female

LOCATION

BIRTHPLACE Earth

CURRENT LOCATION Verse Dependent

PREVIOUS LOCATIONS Earth

HEALTH

PHYSICAL n/a

MENTAL depression, ptsd,insomnia

ADDICTIONS n/a

OTHER empty

SKILLS

PHYSICAL STRENGTH flexibility, short height allows her to go into small places

MENTAL STRENGTHS compassionate, empathetic

WEAPONS purple lightsaber

LANGUAGES english,galactic basic

OTHER empty

EDUCATION

SCHOOL high school

UNIVERSITY n/a

DEGREE n/a

OCCUPATION Jedi

BIOGRAPHY

Grim was fourteen years old when she mysteriously appeared in Star Wars from our universe. She had appeared in the middle of a battlefield, she was frozen in shock that she was almost killed but Obi-Wan had saved her. Later when Grim was at a safe place she noticed him drop his lightsaber and used the force to retrieve it and then gave it back to him before going back to where she was hiding. Once the battle was over Grim went to look for the Jedi Master that saved her, having had finally recovered from her shock. Once Grim found him she explained everything, how she was from another universe and knew a lot about the one she was in now having watched many of the films and shows.

After Grim explained everything Obi-Wan decided she should come back with him to Couracant, when they arrived Grim explained everything to the Jedi Council. When asked as to what she wanted to do, Grim replied with how she wanted to prevent several horrible events from happening, however she did not clarify as to what that meant, adding that she could not face the idea of returning home to her universe without helping the one she was in now. After this the Council decided to make her Obi-Wan’s padawan.

As Obi-Wan’s padawan Grim worked hard on preventing Order 66 from taking place, though she couldn’t dedicate all the time she wanted to on this important mission as The Clone Wars was still a thing that was going on, and being the padawan of Obi-Wan Kenobi himself meant that Grim was often going on missions.

Though there was another thing that shifted her focus, and that was her crush on her fellow padawan Ahsoka Tano, and as she was the padawan of Anakin Skywalker this meant that Grim and Ahsoka grew very close. Grim would not admit her feelings though as it was against the Jedi Code to have such attachments and the prevention of Order 66 was more important.

Grim was also very close to the 212th, though at first she shied away from them, afraid of them turning on her during Order 66. Yet as the war went on Grim found herself befriending many of the men. She would even help Waxer and Boil smuggle in a Tooka that they would name Midnight, despite said Tooka being completely white. Grim would also have a close bond with Commander Cody, and the two of them created a game on who could pick up Obi-Wan’s lightsaber more.

Grim and Anakin were also very close, bonding over both having Obi-Wan as their master. Though Anakin would constantly tease Grim about her crush on Ahsoka as well Grim’s short height. Grim would grow to see Anakin as an older brother, though would sometimes avoid him, knowing he would eventually turn to the dark side and become Darth Vader.

Grim and Obi-Wan would grow to have a bond similar to one of a father and daughter, with Grim sometimes even referring to Obi-Wan as her “space dad”. With Obi-Wan being one of the only few people who knew about Grim’s unique circumstances she was closer to him than anyone else. Whenever Grim would have nightmares she would turn to Obi-Wan for comfort, and safety. Grim would also confide in him the fact that she could not read, as while Basic and English were spoken in the same way they were not written the same, so he would teach her to read.

Grim is also incredibly smart for her age, though to balance this out she lacks common sense, and will not always make the smartest of decisions. Grim was also amazing at planning ahead, however following those same plans is another story entirely. She is also incredibly clumsy and trips over things all of the time, so as you can imagine she was horrible at stealth. Not to mention she would speak loudly when talking normally.

Grim also suffered horribly from self-esteem issues, blaming herself and depression to boot. So her mental health is not exactly in the best state, though she does try and hide this fact it fools nobody. Her mental health would only deteriorate as the war went on, and she would eventually become extremely paranoid, as well go on to develop insomnia.

Grim would be extremely sarcastic and be a huge smartass at any point she got the chance, even when it wouldn’t be smart. Grim took pride in angering her enemies, something that Obi-Wan did not exactly approve of, especially when it got her injured. She was also extremely reckless, similar to Anakin, though she was competent from time to time.

When Revenge Of The Sith took place, Grim was an anxious mess. Grim did nothing to change events as she had already felt like there was nothing more she could do. During Order 66, Grim was with Obi-Wan and managed to survive. When she returned to the temple with Obi-Wan and Yoda, Grim broke down in tears. After seeing the recording of Anakin killing the younglings she left to kill him herself, however Anakin defeated her and cut off her arm, though she did manage to survive this as well.

At the rise of the Empire, Grim spent the first three years in hiding with Obi-Wan, going under the name of Rue. Eventually Grim would leave Tantooine and Obi-Wan behind and find another place to live. This place was a moon called Wibom, Wibom shares many qualities to Earth and even has its own seasons, but mainly it's a forest moon with many, many fields and hills. This moon has many creatures that are from Earth, but have slight differences. Wibom also has lots of the same resources of Earth, which is why later on when the Empire discovers it they go to rip the moon for its resources and grow the mighty Empire. Grim gets captured by the Empire when they raid the moon, but before anyone can torture her Grim manages to escape and join the Rebellion.

As a member of the Rebellion, Grim would wear armor similar to that of what Jedi wore in The Clone Wars and fight in many battles. She would stop being as reckless and become more serious. Though despite these changes Grim would still remain a bit of the same, though she wasn’t as reckless as before she still would run right into the action, and if she encountered Vader she would always call him “Vaderkin”. Grim would often listen to Obi-Wan’s final message to the Jedi whenever she felt lonely.

VERSES

Canon Verses

Padawan (main). Grim’s time during the Clone War as Obi-Wan’s padawan.

Tag: v;chosen chaos

Order 66. As Order 66 takes place up until after the battle on Mustafar

Tag: v;the galaxy falls

Rue. Grim’s time while in hiding with Obi-Wan on Tantooine

Tag: v;alone with an old friend

In Hiding. Grim’s time on Wibom

Tag: v;alone

Rebel. Grim’s time as a rebel against the Empire

Tag: v;from the ashes i rise

Alternate Verses

Separatist. In an AU where Grim does not appear on the side of the Republic but instead on the Separatist. Dooku takes her in as another apprentice and she becomes a complete secret. The Separatist’s secret weapon. She relies on stealth and speed to get the job done. As a Separatist she holds two red lightsabers, she only uses one but the time may rise for the other.

Tag: v;im not selfish

Senator. An AU where Grim becomes a senator and uses her position to gather evidence that Palpatine is a Sith Lord.

Tag: v;from the heart

Bounty Hunter. An AU where Grim becomes a Bounty Hunter and takes any job she can from Sidious and then does the opposite of what it requires. Protecting her targets. However sometimes she does have to do the job properly.

Tag: v;tricking the sith

Hermit. An AU where Obi-Wan dies in Order 66. Wracked with grief, Grim takes his place so the story can continue.

Tag: v;the brightest light died

Darth Tundra. An AU where Grim turns to the dark side at any point in time (other than the Separatist)

Tag: v; corrupted by darkness

Jedi Knight. An AU where Grim manages to stop Order 66 from taking place and is knighted.

Tag: v;more than dreams

Time Travel. An AU where Grim time travels to any point in time other than her own.

Tag: v;chaos time

Crossover Verses

Harry Potter. Grim appears not in Star Wars but Harry Potter. She soon learns she can use magic and goes to Hogwarts, determined to change the events in the Harry Potter franchise. Her house is Slytherin and her best subject is DADA

Tag: v;witch from another universe

MCU. Grim appears not in Star Wars but in the MCU. She decides to put a stop to Thanos before he can begin. Due to the mysterious appearance she gains the power over nature and goes by Nature Girl

Tag: v;avenger from another universe

ATLA. Grim appears in the universe of Avatar The Last Airbender instead of Star Wars. Instead of changing events Grim mainly focuses on ending the war sooner. Grim is also a firebender.

Tag: v;firebender from another universe

Exclusive Verses

The Other Padawan. Exclusive verse with @kyberbulb where Obi-Wan also has another padawan beside Grim and that is Tamohara. Tamohara and Grim are close friends.

Tag: v;another friend

IMPORTANT INFO / HEADCANONS

Headcanon 1: Grim is deathly afraid of heights and space

Headcanon 2: Grim always has that Jedi Holocron that has Obi-Wan’s message with her because sometimes she just needs to hear and see her master again, Grim also hides her metal arm as it reminds her of her failures, and she doesn’t like to think about how she lost her arm. Though whenever she listens to Obi-Wan’s message she keeps her metal arm exposed.

Headcanon 3: Grim uses the reverse grip sometimes

Headcanon 4: Despite how Grim will try and distance herself from the clones she can’t help but care about them as her older brothers and defend them

Headcanon 5: Grim is very short and very violent and doesn’t like short jokes

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