#hey look it’s my oc that i think about so so much but barely post because i have had this 🤏 much drawing energy over the summer!

[fictionalreads]

This Was Never Meant to Be What It Feels Like

A/N: Hey y'all! I'm not really a writer so this is my first time posting any writing here on Tumblr, but I'm apparently incapable of not thinking about Armando (*Whatta Man by Salt-N-Pepa plays in my head) so this kind of...happened. I figured I'd share ☺️ Also, I know Armando thinks Aretas is his dad in the movies but I changed it a bit.

Title is from Satisfaction by SiR (if you haven't heard it do yourself a favor and go listen)

Pairing: Armando Aretas x Original Female Character

Fandom: Bad Boys Movies

Prompt: Shay (OC) wants to get to know Armando better and figures her best bet is to ask when he's...relaxed.

Warnings ⚠️: Uh...complicated parental relationships. Talk of smut, but no actual smut.

“Tell me something.”

“Hm?”

Shay kept her focus on drawing invisible shapes on Armando’s shoulder with her finger. Her blue stiletto shaped nails going down almost to his elbow before finding its way back up to his collar bone. It was something she did often after they had sex and she knew it calmed him much like it was now. His breathing had slowed into something calmer than the frantic breaths of ten minutes ago when he was trying to catch his breath. The open window blew in a decent ocean breeze, adding to the peaceful feeling in her bedroom. She tried to play it cool, like she wasn’t disturbing the moment, wasn’t asking him to do the one thing she knew he hated - opening up.

Shay had been seeing Armando for about three months now, and she knew next to nothing about the man. She knew it was a red flag, hell she knew he probably wasn’t a law abiding citizen, but she couldn’t help it. 

There was something so magnetizing, so sensual about his presence. He commanded attention even though she got the feeling he wanted nothing more than to blend in and be lowkey. She couldn’t help but notice the way he held himself, the way he spoke and moved with the confidence of a man who was sure of himself. Don’t get her started on the way he smelled - it was divine and pure man.

The point was basically this - he was a ten but he refused to tell her more about himself.

Shay was determined to get to know him better, because despite playing things close to his chest, she was in love with him. She didn’t know his last name, but she knew he would bring her flowers and food if she was having a bad day just to make her smile. She didn’t know what he did for a living - honestly, part of her was glad for this if it was illegal as she was imagining. Plausible deniability. - but she knew if she needed him to, he would fix anything she needed him to or at least find someone who could. She didn’t know what his crucible entailed that made him like this, but she knew he loved her like she was something precious.

So she was taking the risk that this would blow up in her face. “Tell me something about you that I don’t know.” She kissed his chest, like she was softening the blow of the question. Not that she needed to, it was an open ended question on purpose. The more freedom she gave about the topic, the more likely he was to answer.

He gently shifted her to the pillow as he lifted himself on his elbow, facing her with a suspicious look on his face. “Like what?” God, what she wouldn’t give to take whatever hurt that made him so distrustful of her just wanting to know him away. Who had betrayed him? Who took advantage of his trust and made him so wary of genuine love?

She thought over her answer, a million topics coming to mind but needing to pick one that wouldn’t have him shutting down immediately. Armando had let the conversation start but he could end it if she said the wrong thing.

“Your family.” She could feel him pulling away as if it was physically happening so she quickly explained her choice. “Did you grow up with siblings? Are your parents married?” Bare minimum. 

It seemed to have worked he looked at her as if debating what to say, if anything, before laying back down and staring at the ceiling. The relaxed man that was in her bed mere minutes ago, gone. Now he was tense, as if ready for a fight. She slowly and obviously resumed her previous position on his chest, giving him time to tell her no if he needed the space. Her nails went back to their drawings in the hopes of calming him enough to talk. He took a breath before, “I grew up an only child. My mom was my world, she taught me everything I knew.”

Her nails stopped moving. “Was?” It was the word that caught the most of her attention out of everything he just said.

“She passed away a few years ago.” His face was blank, as if he was just stating a fact of life rather than talking about the death of the person that raised him and whom he clearly loved.

Shay rubbed the shoulder she wasn’t laying on in an effort to comfort him.“I’m sorry to hear that.” Armando shrugged it off but she could tell it still hurt him. “What about your dad?”

“Our relationship is…complicated at best. He wasn’t around for most of my life. We were introduced a few months before my mom died. I didn’t even know who he was to me until my mom told me on her deathbed.” 

“You never asked your mom about him before?”

“If there was one thing I knew about my father growing up, it was that my mom hated him. She always told me that he left us behind and didn’t look back at all. As a kid I was curious but as I got older, I started to hate him too. I mean he was supposed to love my mom, and he turned on her and left me behind like I was trash. Fuck ‘im. Now I know it wasn’t so black and white.”

“How so?”

“The few times my mom spoke about him, she always heavily implied that he knew she was pregnant with me and left anyway. Looking back, she never said the words. When I confronted my father about it, he said they were a doomed couple that wasn’t ever going to last. They were both too selfish. Said he didn’t even know she had been pregnant until we met.”

“Sounds like he cares. I mean if he knew do you think he would have been around?”

“There’s no doubt in my mind he would have been there, raised me. I know he loves me, that he just wants what’s best for me, but I’m just having a hard time accepting it. I spent so much time hating him that reconciling this truth with this perception I’ve always had of him is hard.”

“Not to mention it means confronting that you didn’t know your mom as well as you thought you did. The woman she was to you isn’t the woman she was to others.”

“And she’s not here to explain it, which just makes me mad all over again. He’s usually the target of my anger.”

“Makes sense to me.” She shrugged in response to his questioning look. “He’s here. Add in the fact that he wasn’t there for so long its easy to blame him for a lot.”

“Yeah,” he agreed.

Like a flip had been switched, he once again moves her onto the bed and hovers over her.

“Enough about them. Talking is not exactly what I had in mind for us tonight,” he pleads. 

She could see the desperation and fear in his eyes. She had a feeling that being that honest with her scared him. He wasn’t exactly the vulnerable type and telling her all this put him on display in the most raw way, an unknown for him. It also meant he had to be honest with himself about he felt, something she didn’t think happened a lot. He wanted to escape the real hurt he was feeling about it all, he didn’t want to face what the truth might mean for his memory of his mother. If a reprieve is what he needed, she could do that for him. She would do that for him.

She bit her bottom lip, looking at him through her lashes, feeling herself get wet at his suggestive tone and slight touches. “What did you have in mind?”

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

The next morning she woke up alone, his side of the bed cold. This wasn’t an unusual occurrence as he often left before she woke. She was used to him leaving and coming back randomly, sometimes being gone for days. After their conversation and the way he seemed to just need her last night, she figured this was coming. Something told her him leaving was different this time, that she had pushed him too far. She had the sickening feeling that he wasn’t coming back.

Round two had been fast and rough, needy in a way. Round three had been teasing and playful, like he was apologizing for being so rough before. Round four was…slow and passionate, reverent almost.

It felt like a goodbye.

A/N: 🫣So how'd I do? Let me know in the comments. Likes and reblogs are always appreciated! OH AND HOW SHOULD I TAG THIS?! Anything I should add to get more people to see it?

Part 2 Part 3

[cornyforjk]

Your quite treason | JJK

ᥫ᭡pairing: married exbsf!jungkook x female reader 

ᥫ᭡genre: ex best friends, forbidden love , angst rating: 16+

ᥫ᭡warnings: drug and alcohol usage, mentions of cheating, swearing, depressed, obsession, crying and all that stupid stuff.

ᥫ᭡word count: around 20K (ik it's too much but i couldn't control my feelings 😩)

ᥫ᭡summary: Your love for Jeon Jungkook was ruining your life.

ᥫ᭡inspiration: Fortnight by The Motherr Taylor Swift (ft.Post Malone)

ᥫ᭡listen to: Fortnight by The Motherr Taylor Swift (ft.Post Malone), happier by Olivia Rodrigo

ᥫ᭡Author's note: AHHHH, okay, woof. This is the first ever fanfic I'll post, tho I've written many but never posted. Please bare if there's any grammatical mistake and if my writing feels too much.

Show some love and your suggestions are welcome in the comment section 😗

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Hello Mrs. Park, how have you been?" You turn around to find Minji, speaking to you while watering the flowers of her front garden.

Minji, Jeon Minji. She always made you feel like the worst person, tho she never meant it. In fact,she's the sweetest and the kindest person you've ever known. And that's why, she's in the position you've always dreamed to be in. That's why she has the man you've always dreamt of.

And the fact, you can never be her nor in her position, makes you feel like the worst person on this earth.

"Hello, Mrs. Jeon, I've been doing just fine. How about you? " Tho your tongue burnt on the feeling of reffering her by the title,you still held up a smile. A smile behind which no one could see the pain. "I'm great, actually! But you, Mrs. Park, you look unwell." You sensed the concern to be genuine and you hated that. "Oh yeah, just tired from work. Yk it's too much these days." You replied, not wanting her to noticing anything wrong with you. "Ah, I understand. Work can get stressful, but I'm sure everything will get tell well soon." She smiles at you, and you see another reason why she's deserves the title more.

You smile back at her and thank her before leaving towards your house, your insides burning with the urge to kill her right then.

"There's a new couple shifting in the house behind ours" Jaehyun, your husband says while he's eating his breakfast. "Oh, in the Jung's? Didn't think they'll actually sell it" You reply, as you pack your lunch, not really caring for the fact. You forgot about it and the new info never crossed your mind once in the day.

It was when the bell rang and you opened the door only to face the new neighbors. Him, Oh god, It's him. Your excitement died the next second when you saw a very pretty women standing right beside him, her arm wrapped around his. "Oh-Oh hey Y/N. I totally didn't expect you! " His face evident with surprise. "You know her, babe?" The woman asked him. "Yeah, hun. She's a college friend. " That's when you felt your heart clench tightly.

Jeon Jungkook, the guy who you've been loving since your collage days even when you got married. The guy you thought of every night before you slept, the guy you thought about when woke up in the morning, the guy you thought about everytime when you ate icecream. Jeon Jungkook, was your friend who you trusted with your life. But now, he was just a stranger you know everything about. (Stranger by the loml Olivia Rodrigo, but the oc isn't over kookie😩)

"H-Hi. How are you J-Jungkook." You couldn't believe it. You've cried so many nights for him. Praying to get back in his arms, have him in your life as anyone, if not a lover. But now that he comes back, he's married. And very happily, you can see.

"I'm doing very well, Y/N. This is Jeon Minji, my wife. We have just shifted in the house right behind your backyard. So nice to see you again." You could feel your eyes pinch with pain, but you tried your best to pull up a bright smile. You can do this, you're very good at hiding feelings. Come on Y/N. "

I'm so happy to see you too. And hello Minji, nice to meet you. Well come in you both. " You move aside for them to come in but the refuse by saying, " It's fine, Y/N. We were just her to Introduce, but guess we don't need to do that. " Minji chuckles and continues, "But we'll see you soon. Have a good night. " She smiles at you, and you feel your legs tickling with jealousy. "You too have a good night, and please don't hesitate if you need any help in shifting. Both me and my husband are willing to help."

You fail to notice Jungkook stiffen as he's reminded that you're married too. He doesn't know why but he's always been uneasy with you being in a relationship and he has no idea why.

Both of them agree and leave after a short goodbye. You shut the door and you suddenly feel all the strength leaving your body. You collapse against the main door, still not believing everything that happened. All the memories that you were burying, we're now out of your control . You could hear his voice, feel his touch and his warmth. Tears made their way out of your eyes as you cry silently.

You unlock the main door to your house as you get inside. It's been so long since they've moved but you can't get yourself to move on. You reach the kitchen to grab a can of bear in an attempt to calm yourself down. But nothing seems to work, every drink or drug, leaves only a temporary effect. You continue loving jungkook even when you're high. You decide to take a cold shower when you hear the main door open again, only to see your shitty husband entering.

Jaehyun, both as a husband and a person, might be the worst guy you've ever met. You don't understand how he's able to lie on your face so smoothly. If you had control, you would have never married him. But fate and your parents had a different plan for you.

Around 2 months ago, your friend Sarah sent you a picture of Jaehyun with a girl sitting on his lap, and they were heavily making out. You didn't feel any pain in your heart but only shame, it felt like he had stepped hard on your dignity, your self respect. He made you feel like the most undeserving person, and he definitely did that intentionaly.

Ever since then, you've never started and conversation with him, disgusted to even look at him. And you guess, it makes it easier for him to leave the house whenever and stay at the girl's place. But you don't bring yourself to care, your mind always drift to jungkook and his very happy married life.

They're living their best lives, the typical rom-com like love life. Jungkook never leaves without a kiss with his wife. And Minji is always ready to welcome him by door when it's time for him to return.

When you had the same time routine, you always witnessed them being the happiest around each other and you had to change your timings. You couldn't bare seeing them being all lovey-dovey, so you leave for work earlier and arrive back home later.

"Y/N? " You were too drunk to hear him calling you. He called you out a few times before his hands reach your right arm to turn you around. "What the fuck!" You slurred, your drunkenness now evident to jungkook. "What are you doing here Y/N?? " He asks you with a strict voice, which soon melts when he sees you pout. "Kook, oh it's you thank god. I thought It was some guy again. " You said slowly as you moved closer to him. You were too drunk and high to remember the argument you had earlier. "Let's get you home Y/N. Don't you have morning classes tomorrow,hm? " He speaks very softly, as is talking to a kid. You mover your side to side, disagreeing with him and then you say, "Noo, let's have another drink and dance. I missed youuu" You wrap your arms around his neck, as your pouts grows even more. He chuckles while holding your waist just as tightly as you're holding him.

He agrees with you and empties the red cup you were having rum and coke in. Both of you weren't a fan of frat parties but whenever you're both together, everything feels the best. Jungkook's breathe fans over your neck as you both dance along On the floor by JLo.

When the chorus of the song starts you along with most of the other girls turn around to twerk along, as if it's a mandatory ritual. Jungkook's cheeks and ears turn bright pink as your ass grazed his crotch a few times while dancing and he wishes you don't notice. You turn back around to hold him again because when you weren't, you felt a certain type of coldness even when you're in bw so many people. His warmth was something which can get you just as high as a joint.

Both of you melted in each other's arms and stayed that way for so long, you didn't even know what song was playing now. "Mhmm, kookie can i kiss you? Just once I promise. " Jungkook wanted it, he wanted you to kiss him forever but he knew it's not safe for your friendship. He can't let his feelings over take him because he knows you only see him as a friend (who you might kiss sometimes 🤭) but how can he say no to you, especially when you're being so cute and adorable. So he decides to fuck it and bend down to kiss you. He captures your lips in a kiss as you both make out in the middle of the crowd. Jungkook felt like the luckiest person ever to have you like this. He has always been so happy that you're open to him with your feelings and uhm.

And you felt similar, just as euphoric and wanted this moment to last forever. Oh, how you wish to have him in all the ways possible. Even pray for it at every 11:11 you notice. And everything feels so good with him around. You were so in love with him but you knew he wasn't.

He has always been the best friend, the bestest you could ask for. But best friends can never be together, thec can never have feelings for each other because it always results in heartbreaks.

And so it did, both of yours heart broke quite terribly. When jungkook had to leave for USA after he got a job placement but he told you about it just 2 days before. Out of anger, you didn't talk to him neither did you come to see him off at the airport. Both of you were hurt, and you both had your reasons.

Next morning when you were returning from a morning run, you ran into Jungkook by the mail box. "Good Morning, Y/N" He wishes you and you just wanted to jump in his arms. "Oh, Good Morning to you too Jungkook! " You wished him back trying to match his level of energy. "How have you been? " You ask him further.

"I've been great, what about you? "

"I'm doing well too. " You reply, knowing you always feel well around him. "Good to hear that. The weather has been terrible these days" He says, trying to start a conversation.

"Yeah, ikr. It's so hot these days,even when it's just February." You both continue talking about random things when he invites you and Jaehyun over for dinner.

"Thank you for the invite, but i don't think Jaehyun will be able to make it, he comes back late these days. " You say and Jungkook could sense your hesitation on the topic of your husband. And ofc, him being the kindest human being , he asked, "oh, btw, is everything fine between you both? Minji mentioned you being very stressed these days. You know you can always reach out. " with concern evident in his eyes.

It became difficult to maintain an eye contact because you both know how terrible you're at lying to him. "W-well, yeah everything is fine between us" You say, your eyes roaming everywhere but jungkook. He knows that's not the truth so he persuades, "Y/N, yk you can't lie to me so tell me what's up? " When you finally meet his eyes, you feel like crying.

He thinks your misery is because of your husband but who's gonna tell him that he's the reason. He's why you're suffering, he's why you're depressed and he's the reason of your misery. You give him a little smile, and when you're about to continue, you get a phone call from your husband. "Uhh, I'll have to take this up. " You tell him and he says, "okay Y/N, I'll get going but please ask for any help that you need, hm? " With that you both smile at each other and leave.

"What? " You ask Jaehyun. "You're not at home? Where are you? " You turn around and see him at the main door. You scoff realising that he's coming back from that girl's place and you want to kill him right there.

It had been a week since you met him and now you were walking towards their house around 10pm. Your dad had been calling since morning but you couldn't answer his once . Though you're high as fuck but you can't find your phone, and that's why you're going to jungkook's place to ask for any of theirs phone.

You ring the bell and wait there for a few seconds. The gate opens and you're met with a just out of shower Jungkook. Your breathe hitches and you feel your cheeks burning. He's just as hot. "Umm, hi Y/N.all good? " He speaks, breaking your trance.

"Oh hellooo" You give him a 90° bow which startles him "I'm good how are youu? " Your words trail of as your brain suddenly feels numb. "Wait- are you drunk? " He recognises your drunken voice but you deny him by saying,

"Noooo. I'm not drunkk I'm Highh hehe" You start giggling and it confuses hi even more "I'm sorry to disturb you at this hour, but i need your phone." You pout, and jungkook feels like he's floating. He knows how it is, but your pout still softens him. "Come inside, it's cold. "

"Your wife isn't at home? " You ask him to which he replies, "no she's out with her friends for drinks."

"Oh cool"

You get inside his house and are amazed how pretty they've made it. This place screams jungkook and it feels so much like home. "So what brings you here? " He asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Ohh yeahh my phone was calling and I need to call him back but i can't find my dad" You pout again. This time he chuckles, laughing at your words.

"You can't find your dad?" His lips pulling into his iconic bunny smile.

"Yeahh, I can't find my dad. Can you give me your dad so i can call my dad, pleaseeee"

"Here you go, here's my dad" If you both were still young , he would've have teased you a lot. But you both have grown up and even though he wanted to, he couldn't.

"Thank you so muchhhh" You busy yourself dialing your no. when he asked you, "where's your husband tho? "

You were trying so hard to dial your no. correct, that you didn't realize when you said, "he's probably at his girlfriend's. "

"What"

"Holy fuck"

"Shit shit, you didn't hear anything" Your eyes widen with horror and you scolded yourself internally. "Wait fr? Jaehyun's cheating on you? And you know that?? " His eye balls almost out of the sockets, shock evident in his voice.

"Uhh, no no, Yk I'm-im drunk, don't mind that" You tried to play it off but jungkook wouldn't even budge. "Y/N, ik you're telling the truth, you don't have to lie to me. " His eyes full of concern and once again you feel your brain going numb. And you were starting to feel sober, which was even worse.

"Uhmm, I'll have to take your phone over so i can listen to my phone ring. " You ran quickly in an attempt to save yourself from further embarrassment.

Later in your room, you find your phone in your bathroom floor (you have no idea why) And now you have to return jungkook's phone back to him.

You gather so courage and reach his house. You plan on giving it to him and leaving right after thanking him.

And you did so, but after you turned around to leave, he held you arm in an attempt to turn you back. "Y/N, please talk to me. How long have you known this? " You see genuine concern in his eyes and feek like hugging him and crying on his chest.

"Uhh, just let it be jungkook."

"No, tell me. " His voice stern now.

"Why do you even care. It's nine of your business"

"But i just can't see you get hurt. " His voice soft again.

You looked in his eyes, and scoffed. "You can't se me hurt? Of all the hurt I've ever experienced, you have been one reason every fucking time. And you can't see me hurt? Wow"

Jungkook's face falls,but that doesn't stop you. "You fucking hurt me more than anyone does. I don't even care jaehyun's cheating one. It doesn't hurt me. But you do. You hurt me so much that i can't even feel any other pain. " Your voice now louder. Your eyes pinch with pain, tears threatening to fall. But no, you can't do this, not in front of him at least.

"How do i hurt you? " His voice low like a whisper. "Good question Jungkook. You wanna know how you hurt me? How don't wanna know since when you've been hurting me? "

"Y/N you're still mad at what happened almost 10 years ago? " A frown appears on his face and his tone makes you feel as if you're at fault.

"I wouldn't have been if it didn't affect me so much. And why do expect me to not? You told me fucking 2 days before you were leaving for Florida? You never called while you were there. You were living your life and here I was dying. I was suffering." Years finally rolled down your cheeks. And jungkook wanted to wile them down and hug you to make you feel better.

But he was feeling the similar frustration you were feeling. And it became evident when he said, " You weren't the only one Y/N! I was also hurt. You didn't even come to see me off at the airport even when I texted-begged you over text. I wanted to apologize you that day and tell you something important. But you decided to be egoistic and didn't come. And that's why I never called. Even when I was in utter need of help and support, I couldn't call you. Because I lost the level of trust and I knew you won't even pick up. "

His word felt like slap. He's right, you were being a bitch when you didn't meet of on the last day, but you were mad too. "I would have, I was missing you so much, I would have definitely. I would have caught the first flight to Florida only to be with you again." Your words were now slurred due to your crying, when you finally broke and jungkook felt like crying too.

"I know it's wrong, it's so so so wrong but I can't help myself. I can't control myself" You covered your face as you cried even harder. And when you felt his arms engulfing you, you couldn't hepl but wrap your arms around him too. Jungkook stands there caressing your back while he himself cries silently.

"It's so wrong I still can't move on-" Jungkook's heart picks up speed. He's not ready for this. You suddenly pulll away from him and wipe your tears. "I'll get going jungkook. " You left before you could do something that maight ruin not one but many hearts.

And for the next few weeks you so neither jungkook nor his wife and you were very glad for it. It was untill one Tuesday morning when you swa both of them in front of their house. And they were not kissing or anything but arguing? You heard Minji saying, "what has happened to you? You're so distant these days kook. You don't even kiss me a goodbye??" To which jungkook replies, "it's nothing baby, I'm just stressed with work and things are getting lost in the back of me brain. Come here lemme kiss you" You were shocked when you heard Minji saying "No, you're first gonna tell me who else you're so in love with"

"What the hell, Minji? Why would you say that? " Jungkook was just as shocked. You didn't want to hear anything further so you stepped out of the fence and that's when Minji calls you out. "Mrs.Park! Good morning!"

And hearing your name from her mouth, Jungkook's eyes light up and he turns around quickly to look at you. He couldn't control but then he blurted out, "Nice sweater, Y/N."

Minji called you out to check something and she was right. She was right. "Oh Good morning, Jeon fam. And thank you Jungkook. Hope you guys have a nice day!" You wished them and hurriedly left.

And so did Minji. Jungkook was left standing there.

It took him 2 minutes to finally understand how he reacted and complimented you which was totally out of his mind.

And he finally realises how fucked up he is.

[sarah-kings]

As much as I love fluff in gt and the giant always being worried sick about the tiny, even if they are fine, I gotta LOVE myself an idiot giant and a smart tiny, ESPECIALLY if the giant is just a normal human who is stuck with a borrower of some kind.

Now, still could be wholesome, right?

Yes, but what IF the tiny was the giant's only braincell?

Giant: hey, did you see where I put my phone?

Tiny: ...your hand. Look at your hand

Giant: *look at their free hand*

Tiny: The OTHER hand!

Giant: oooooh!

Giant: ah, shoot, I forgot my shopping list back home

The tiny hitching a ride in their pocket: *have perfectly memorized the entirety of the shopping list*

Giant: ah, thanks, man

The tiny, back home, standing amongst a whole bunch of pop tarts and nothing else from the shopping list: this was NOT on the shopping list!

Giant: but they're SO much easier to make than a whole meal!

Tiny: Even I can cook and I barely had a stove before meeting you!

Tiny: hey, can I have some ice cream?

Giant: sure, it's in the fridge

Tiny:

Giant:

Tiny:

Giant: what?

Tiny: you THINK I could open the FRIDGE?!

Tiny: ...what are you doing?

Giant, curled up in bed: I'm dying, leave me alone

Tiny: ...you LITERALLY only have a common cold, you drama queen

Giant: what's 12+34?

Tiny: are you SERIOUSLY using me as a pocket calculator for a question THAT simple?

Giant:

Tiny: ...46

Interviewer: why should we hire you?

Tiny, giving advice from the giant's pocket: endurance and confidence

Giant: insurance and the cornfield's dense

Tiny: *facepalms*

Giant: I'm not that forgetful and pay TONS of attention to little details

Tiny: then tell me, what's my eye color?

Giant: ...what?

Tiny: what's my eye color?

Giant: ... blue?

Tiny: yes, it's blue

Giant, sighing in relief: yeah, I knew that

Tiny: it's GREEN! We've been living together for two years now and you don't know my eye color is GREEN?!

Oh, how great it is that I have two OCs which are exactly just THAT relationship.

Would be a shame. If I never posted about them.

[z-v06instance]

" NO ONE HOME, BUT THE VOID IS LOUD " a z-v06 (pressure, roblox) ask blog

you've been in blacksite long enough to confidently say you know how this place works. you learn more and more with every painful retry of the same mission: gather the crystal. so, yes, you can confidently say you understand this place, that you know how each of the creatures that lurk the halls of blacksite function. or so you think, for in front of you sits an open locker. you've seen these lockers, infested and plagued by that sickly darkness that you can feel the gaze of lingering on you. it preys upon the ones who are more idiotic than others; the ones who see its eyes and still run to it for safety. you've seen this before - you've seen all of this before. you've looked the void in the eyes, and it has felt like death. yet here you are, looking the open locker in the eyes, waiting for the suction cups of those octopus-like tentacles to latch onto you and pull you in. yet it does not try to grab you. it does not try to harm you. it simply watches you. for the first time you call out to the void. the void answers back.

for your first visit to this blog, it is recommended that you look under the cut. please note: currently this blog is on an indefinite hiatus. i apologise.

" THE VOID BREAKS US, THEN RESHAPES US. " the following sections are ooc ;; dividers by @/saradika

📼 ⎯ hey hey heyy welcome to my lil rp askblog :3 this is like. my first askblog in 5-6 years im rusty as fuck n barely remember shit. 🎬 ⎯ im the mun, itris, but haley works too! after seeing all the pressure askblogs pop up i decided to be a so called "free thinker" and make one myself. 📼 ⎯ how old am i? what's my main? what are my pronouns? what are you, a cop? i'm not tellin' you that! (all jokes aside, i only feel comfortable answerin one of these: just use it/its or ey/em!) 🎬 ⎯ considering there's like jack shit regarding the lore of the void-mass puddles (afaik), a lot of this blog will be headcanon heavy! (..mun is also neurodivergant and that may slip through so mun is sorry if it does. muse is not intended to be neurodivergant) 📼 ⎯ english is not my first language and i have dislexia so. im so sorry if shit i say doesn't make sense or my spelling is wackers 🙏 i also make up words sometimes without realising it. i am so sorry 🎬 ⎯ i dont usually use tonetags, so ask me if you need me to clarify my tone! 📼 ⎯ aaalright i think this is enough rambling. ya think it's time for us to hop onto the actual muse info?

" PLEASE, PULL ME FROM THE VOID. " this section is about the askblog. it includes muse info, rules, and anything i think is neceserry.

* buckle in, this section may be long. as if this entire thing wasnt already longer than i intended...

BLOG INFO

🌌 ⎯ this blog will contain profanity and mentions of canon typical death/violence. other possibly triggering topics may come up along the way, so please, view this blog with caution. feel free to ask me to tag things. 🔮 ⎯ please, and i mean PLEASE, no sexual stuff (i know why some of you people like tentacles). mun isnt interested in rp-ing that. the only exception are sexual jokes as long as they don't go too far. threaten to fuck the void's mom if you want! (i am not going to question how you'd be able to do that) 🌌 ⎯ ANY interaction is fine by me! feel free to interact as any muse, whether that be an oc, another pressure character, or someone from a whole other fandom! 🔮 ⎯ feel free to claim any anons and ill make a special tag for you (if you aren't on anon ill give you one too)! i may forget to tag some posts tho so if i ever do just. lemme know LMFAO 😭 🌌 ⎯ if im uncomfortable with an ask, ill delete it. but honestly there's not really much that im against. 'nd also lemme know if i ever do somethin that makes ya uncomfortable too!! 🔮 ⎯ unless stated otherwise, anyone who sends an ask will be treated as an expendable ! :3 actually on the topic of asks pls make it clear if ur ask is towards me and not the z-v06 instance otherwise ill answer ic 😭 🌌 ⎯ im alright w/ m!a's i fucking LOVE m!a's 👍 🔮 ⎯ if i randomly stop posting one day assume the void got me.

MUSE INFO [written ic, but not as the z-v06 instance]

🔮 ⎯ this instance of z-v06 answers to anything you use to refer to it. it has no sense of identity, therefore does not have a name or pronouns. it is up to you to call it whatever you'd like. though, i'm not sure if it has the ability to care. ...note to self, see if the verbal z-v06 instance is capable of emotions and feelings. 🌌 ⎯ fascinating.. the instance you've stumbled upon appears to be showing no signs of hostility. though, i'm sure that, just like the rest of the monsters that roam blacksite, if you provoke it, it may become more violent. 🔮 ⎯ it seems to be capable of remembering things you tell it. perhaps it can remember faces too.. 🌌 ⎯ not much else can be said. i suppose you'll have to interact with it in order to find out more about it.

TAGS

( OOC )⠀ ⠀||⠀ MUN HALEY ( ANON )⠀ ⠀||⠀ UNNAMED (^ the "unnamed" will be replaced by the anon name if there is one provided) ( BLOG )⠀ ⠀||⠀ [INSERT WHATEVER BLOG NAME HERE] ( IC )⠀ ⠀||⠀ WITHIN THE VOID WE ARE UNDONE ( ASK ANSWERED )⠀ ⠀||⠀ THE VOID ANSWERS BACK

tws will be tagged as 'tw [triggering thing]'

i prolly forgot some tag ideas or whatever the word is tbh so expect this to be edited 👍

LAST EDITED: 17TH SEPTEMBER 2024

[locallygrowndaikon]

Post therapy holiday short story about my ocs that i totally didnt just run through grammarly once and called it a day under cut!

“Woah,” Lark breathed out as he squints at the light reflecting off of the fields of white, “I’ve never seen it snow here in prairie before.”

The once-green fields were now covered in snowfall. The sun still shines down as it hangs in the clear sky but instead of warmth, the air still felt cold. Kari sifts their hand through the snow. It was still powdery, still fresh.

“That’s so cool!” Ness squeals in awe before running past Lark and throwing herself into the ground. Kari follows Eira as she walks up to Ness who’s rolled onto her back and started making snow angels.

A disgruntled voice comes from behind. “It’s too cold here now. The grass was better. And why are you wearing a sunhat in the cold? That’s weird,” Beefy releases a string of complaints as he stops next to Lark, looking down at Ness.

“It’s for the aesthetic! Not that you would know anything about that,” She throws back as she sits up while grabbing her hat defensively. The metaphorical camera pans to Beefy’s god-awful outfit consisting of too many expensive cosmetics thrown together. He just scoffs at Ness’ glare.

Ness stands up and brushes snow off of her pants. Beefy has his arms crossed as Ness approaches him. She lifts one of the capes Beefy has stacked up on him before she pulls out a white camera.

“Wha- Hey!” Beefy sputters as Ness examines the camera.

“I’ll be borrowing this, thanks,” Ness deadpans before taking off and flying away.

“DO YOU HOW MUCH THATS WORTH GET BACK HERE,” Beefy yells as he chases after Ness, leaving Lark, Eira, and Kari standing there in silence.

Lark takes a few steps forward and looks back with a smile that one would put up when dealing with young rowdy moths. “Sorry guys, I’m going to go make sure those two don’t get lost. I’ll be right back,” Lark says then runs off after Beefy, leaving just Eira and Kari standing in silence.

Kari kicks at the snow. “Lark knows some weird people, huh.”

Eira lets a small laugh at the comment. “Beefy scares me sometimes,” she replies. Kari silently agrees in their mind. They did not sign up for meeting Beefy when Lark had become their friend.

“I think the snow is pretty,” Eira changes the subject. Kari looks over at her.

“Really?”

“It reminds me of Valley of Triumph. I like the snow,” She says. Kari looks away. She did say that a long time ago when they were younger, didn’t she?

Kari kneels down in the snow without a word. Eira looks over Kari’s shoulder as they start scooping up snow in their hands and pressing it together into a small pile.

“Can I borrow your hair clip?” Kari asks, holding out their hand, waiting for Eira to agree, which Eira does. She puts the clip in their hand without much of a reaction. Kari flips the clip over in their hands. They had fiddled with this clip in their hands the first time they found it too. It really has been a while since then. Eira must’ve held it with so much guilt during the time they separated too.

Kari glances at Eira for a second to check her expression. It’s blank. She’s still looking at Kari, confused. Kari goes back to pressing snow together with the clip in their hand. They hope Eira doesn’t see their expression falter at the sour thoughts and picks up two small stones and sticks them in the crooked lump of snow they’ve made before sticking the harmony clip on too.

“It’s you,” Kari takes on a mischievous smile as they present the little wonky pile of snow that barely resembles a snowman. The only it has similarity to Eira that it has is the harmony clip that sits on the side of it. Eira covers her mouth as she chuckles and kneels next to it.

Kari watches as Eira makes her own little pile of snow, her pile becoming more of a flat pile than the one Kari made.

“Can I borrow the leaves on your antlers?” Eira asks, similar to how Kari asked earlier with her hand pointing at Kari’s withered antlers. Kari lowers their head and lets Eira pluck two leaves. She sticks the leaves on her little snow pile.

“It looks like bunny ears,” Kari notes. Eira smiles.

“It’s supposed to be you,” She says as she adds a bit more snow to the base of her Kari snowman, which also barely resembles Kari. The two take a seat back to admire their little snowman copies of each other. Kari wants to laugh at how bad the snow lumps look.

It’s quiet as the two sit there with their snow versions. Eira is the first to break the silence. “It’s nice, spending time with you again,” she says with her eyes on the snow. “I missed it.”

Kari’s expression falls. “I’m sorry.”

Eira looks up in shock at the sudden change in Kari’s tone. “I- No, it’s-“ she stutters, still taken aback from the sudden apology, “No, I didn’t mean that… that I’m talking about how we hurt each other, I just- I just think the moment we’re having right now is nice. I’m just glad we’re here together right now.”

“Oh,” Kari answers, still focusing on the snow rather than Eira.

Eira pulls her knees to her chest. “I’m glad we’re here now,” she repeats.

“Yeah.”

“I’m glad you’re still here with me after everything.”

Kari hums in response. Eira scoots closer to them.

“You’re still hung up in the past,” Eira states.

Kari grimaces. Eira didn’t sugarcoat it or talk around it. “It’s hard not to be. It’s hard not to think about it when I’m with you. Hatred is what most of my memories of you are. It doesn’t feel like long since we’ve become… friends again.”

Eira doesn’t say anything immediately. She sticks out her hand and pokes the snowman Kari made.

“I feel scared when I look at you sometimes too,” she returns. “I’m not used to this yet.” Kari keeps their face flat as they listen.

Eira continues to talk. “I hope it will change one day, so let’s keep making new memories together.”

Kari tries to wear a smile, hoping Eira doesn’t see through it. “Let’s keep making the good memories.”

Eira gives a similar smile back. Kari pokes at the snowmen too.

“Our snowmen copies of each other are kind of ugly,” Kari comments. Eira gives a real huff of laughter at this.

“I guess so,” Eira says fondly with a smile that doesn’t look as strained as before. Kari finds that their own smile is a bit easier to wear too.

Footsteps crunching in the snow sound behind them. Lark leans over the two sitting skykids. “I’m back, what are you guys do-“

Lark is promptly interrupted by Beefy being shoved into him and Ness pushing Beefy off to the side. Beefy regains footing and buts back in but Ness continues to try and push him.

“Are you making snowmen-“ Ness starts.

“-without us??” Beefy cuts in, pushing Ness back away. Ness screams for Lark to do something about the hooligan on the loose as Lark proceeds to ignore the chaos.

Lark sits down next to Eira. “Oh, these little guys look like you two!” He points out.

“Barely,” Kari smiles. Lark laughs in response. He starts lumping together snow and makes a small snowman with two coherent bolls of snow stacked on top of each other.

“That can be me then,” Lark proclaims as he dusts his hands free from snow. Kari squints at Lark’s snowman. It looks good for a snowman, but in terms of resembling Lark himself, Kari gives it 0 points. At least theirs and Eira’s sort of have their defining features. Lark catches on Kari’s judging stare. “It looks close enough to me,” he shrugs. Kari continues to disagree silently.

Ness finally pushes Beefy over and bends over Lark. “Oh, let me add myself in too! I'm joining the snowman gang,” she declared as Beefy held his knee while he limped over, cursing something about how Ness should stop aiming for the knees.

“What? Snowman gang?” Beefy asks as he finally catches up, “I bet my snowman’s gonna look the best.”

“There’s no way,” Ness states with a dead stare into Beefy. Lark definitely let out a sigh somewhere in the background. Kari personally finds the whole situation entertaining to watch as Beefy tries to make the largest pile of snow before sticking his party hat and sunglasses into the pile and calling it a day. Ness just makes a little snow bunny as she stares at Beefy’s “snowman” in disbelief.

Kari scoots closer to Eira as Beefy tries to preach about why his snowman is the best while Ness has never looked more distressed and Lark just acts as if this were another day. The Eira snow lump and the Kari snow pile were now surrounded by other friends' snowmen. Kari smiles without even realizing it.

Their snowmen look a lot less lonely now.

[tsukimefuku]

Tea and coffee

You had a sleepless night and needs some caffeine to keep yourself from falling asleep before the day has even begun, so Nanami and Hiromi lend a helping hand.

tags: Jujutsu Kaisen, f!reader, established relationship Higuruma x OC/Reader, implied past Nanami x OC/Reader, angst, second hand embarrassment, some fluff, barely proofread.

wc: 1.7K

This is part of my "Jujutsu Partners Canon Divergence AU". A sequence of short stories and random drabbles related to Nanami x Reader x Higuruma. To see the ever-growing list of one-shots and short stories, please visit my masterlist :) 

Disclaimer: these stories are NOT written and posted in chronological order of events. To see where this story fits in the timeline, please check the masterlist mentioned above.

"Today is going to be gruesome" you complained, sat outside Jujutsu High's HQ buildings, just behind the main one where most of the sorcerers usually stopped by before or after missions, dreading the next hours of work you'd have to endure while sleep-deprived. You had been up most of the night, finding it hard to sleep for no particular reason, and sighed at the thought that your bed would still be hours away from you, having to teach two classes — the first year's and second year's, respectively — in between. Gojo Satoru, I hate you for talking me into coming to Jujutsu High, you thought to yourself.

"Hey, beautiful" you heard a familiar voice coming from behind you. You turned your head and saw Hiromi, whose smile became a slightly concerned frown as he saw your face. "Oh, you don't look so good. Are you okay?"

"Not so much. I couldn't sleep at all last night, and now I'm supposed to teach those teens in just an hour. Ugh, I can barely think" you sighed. "And I'm surprised to see you here this early. Did you just come back from a mission?"

"About to go on one, actually" he replied, rubbing your shoulder softly. "Can I get you anything? Maybe a hot cup of water for your tea?"

You pondered for a moment. "I'd appreciate that, thank you."

He nodded and walked away, as you sighed deeply to yourself and rested your face on the table.

Your mind was drifting, and your eyes began to shut as you were dozing off. However, you heard some footsteps behind you, and lifted yourself up. "Hiromi, you were incredibly fast, how did you heat that wat-"

It was Nanami.

"Oh, h-hi" you said, instantly jolted awake. 

You both hadn't spoken to each other properly ever since you both went on your last joint mission to exorcize the Lover's Pass curse. On that occasion, he apologized for pulling away so suddenly after you both shared a night together, but you couldn't find it in yourself to trust him with your feelings again, even if you still had some for him.

More specifically, given you hadn't exchanged a word since then, you never got to tell him that after the debacle, you and Hiromi began dating — but would you, in any case? After all, you had only told Shoko about it.

The air instantly filled with awkwardness, as he nodded towards you in a silent greeting. He had the newspaper under one arm, and held a cup of coffee with the other.

Upon further inspection, Nanami noticed you looked very tired with deep bags under your eyes, but it took him a minute to decide if he'd actually ask you about it. You were both feeling very self-conscious, as he imagined you had no idea he knew you were dating someone else, thanks to Shoko.

"You don't seem to be very well." 

You grunted. "You're the second person to say that today. I know I look like hell right now, but c'mon, it can't be that bad!"

Nanami didn't even realize a tiny smile had formed on his face, and he stood there for a while as you mumbled about having a hard time sleeping the night prior, how you still had to teach two classes today, and that you dreaded being sent on a mission or having to grind work with Shoko before finally being let out your chains to go home and sleep.

As your rambling was over, you both stayed silent for some time, being yet again engulfed in discomfort. It was then that you remembered he had the newspaper with him.

"Are you... Going to sit down and read that?"

Nanami realized he'd been standing up holding his coffee and newspaper for some time now, and remembered what he was doing before running into you. "Oh, yes. I was looking for some place peaceful and quiet to read it."

"You can, uh, sit at this table. I won't be here much longer" you replied, unconsciously hugging yourself through the nervousness. Nanami seemed like he was about to say something and gave up on it about three times before he silently walked towards the opposite end of the table. The sorcerer sat down, opened his newspapers and lifted it just enough to almost cover his face. 

"Hey, I'm back, and here's your cup of hot water" you heard Hiromi say right behind you, softly jumping in surprise. "I'm sorry for the delay, I was having a hard time finding the teapot."

Nanami's hands tensed up, slightly crinkling the newspapers, but none of you noticed that. Nanami had barely registered you accidentally calling him Hiromi when he came up to you, and Hiromi's presence right now just added insult to injury, because at this point, you and Nanami could just about explode out of sheer discomfort.

You, especially, felt the urge to dig a hole in the ground and bury yourself in it.

Hiromi put the cup in front of you and noticed Nanami was sitting at the table, sparing him a polite smile.

"Oh, Nanami, good morning. It's nice to see you." Hiromi was unsure as to how you were feeling about Nanami this point in time, since it was obvious he was the person you had feelings for and decided not to pursue anything, even if you hadn't told him that expressly. However, since you probably had invited Nanami to sit at the table with you, the former lawyer decided to be cordial, after all, he did appreciate Nanami ever since having worked alongside him. They both had more in common than he had previously thought.

You also remembered that, after their joint mission, Nanami and Hiromi had become somewhat acquaintances.

However, you weren't registering anything anymore, with the insomniac daze swirling the world around your head. Because of that, your decision was to just take some of your tea pouches from inside your belt bag and throw them in the cup of hot water, letting them do the talking.

"Likewise" Nanami replied, entire body tensed up, unable to look Hiromi in his eyes as he said it. The ratio sorcerer had finally found it in himself to respect the man, but this entire situation right now just felt like a mess. His eyes were scrolling through the news, but the words were not making any sense.

"I'm about to push another boulder uphill" Hiromi said, poking fun at a Sisyphus and the Rock analogy both of them had once made about the work of a jujutsu sorcerer.

Nanami hummed in something resembling amusement, and Hiromi smiled, directing his attention back at you.

"I have to go now, but I'll give you a call when I'm done today, okay?" He said, rubbing your shoulder quickly with his hand. Even though Hiromi had joked about kissing you 'whenever, wherever' and talked about making your relationship public, he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable with public displays of affection in the workplace.

Oh, if only he knew how deeply uncomfortable you were this very instant.

"O-okay. Have a nice one" you replied, looking at him.

He smiled at you and tipped his head to Nanami, waving as he began to walk away.

"Bye, colleague."

Nanami just hummed again, this time with the same cadence as one would use to say 'bye'. His jaw was completely clenched, so he figured avoiding actual speech was a wise decision.

Well, this can't get any worse, you thought to yourself.

Then, you looked at Nanami, and he seemed just about to snap from all the tension built-up in his body underneath the nonchalant facade.

Sighing, you thought about it, and decided to just do something about it.

"Higuruma, he... I mean, I-" words were struggling their way out, but you figured it was better to just address the elephant in the room before things got even weirder.

"He's a fine colleague and a diligent sorcerer" Nanami replied, not taking his eyes from his paper. It wasn't like him to compliment someone like that, and then it clicked for you.

Oh, he must have noticed it.

"I-" You stuttered, yet again. Why is it so difficult to talk about this?

"There really is no need to" Nanami said, flipping an unread page on his newspapers. "How have you been?"

This was his way of asking if you were happy.

"I'm good. Thank you for asking"

He smiled at you, and his gaze had a hint of sadness to it. It chipped achingly to your heart, but barely, as you both began sharing a comfortable silence for the first time since you had last spoken to each other, something you had grown so accustomed to for a long time before the fallout.

After a short while, you took a sip of tea, and just knew this tea definitely didn't have enough caffeine to wake you up for the remainder of the day. At that, you sighed, disappointed. 

Nanami noticed your disgruntled face, and waited a few moments before asking you what was wrong.

"My tea is not going to solve my tiredness right now. Not by itself, I mean. I'll also need some coffee" you answered, rubbing your eyes, trying to see if that would help. "I'm just too tired to sort that out right now."

"You can have mine" Nanami immediately replied, mindlessly.

"Are you sure I can have your coffee?" You asked, hesitant.

You can have anything you want from m- "Certainly."

You picked up his coffee cup from the table and gave it a light sip, feeling the perfect balance of sweetness and bitterness hit your tongue as you did. The roast wall also exquisite, and brought up all the best notes from the drink. Of course his coffee is perfect. 

"Thank you, Nanami" you said, checking your wristwatch.

"You're welcome" he replied.

You saw it was almost time for your first class, so you just grabbed both the tea and the coffee, one in each hand, and began walking towards the classrooms. However, you stopped in your tracks for a second, looking at Nanami, and said, "I hope we get to spend more silence like this again. I missed it."

The sorcerer smiled and lifted his gaze at you.

"So did I."

Happy with the answer, you hurriedly strode across the headquarters, not noticing you were drinking from both cups at the same rate.

[missywritesfor7]

❤️‍🩹Lifeline | MYG❤️‍🩹

Synopsis: It’s long been controversial for idols to date, but idols dating each other can be really beautiful or a complete nightmare. When Yoongi's relationship with another idol is discovered, he decides maybe it’s time to break the taboo and show people it’s ok for idols to date. Instead, they find themselves caught in the midst of one media frenzy after another and struggle to keep their relationship as strong as it had been the past 2 years. Yoongi finds a self destructive way to cope, and it causes even more problems than it solves. As they fight for their relationship and their careers, they discover that sometimes, the only way to truly be free is to let go.

Pairing: idol!Yoongi x idol!OC

Warnings: nsfw, alcoholism, cheating, depression, anxiety, Yoongi goes through a bisexy ho phase, Yoongi is also in his alcoholic phase, post-military BTS

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Ch. 21: Look Up

Hyeri was released from the hospital a day later. Her manager took her home and made sure she had all she needed including a few doses of epinephrine in case she has another allergic reaction.

Minho came by to check on Yoongi that same morning and was relieved to see that he’d been doing just fine. Yoongi seemed brighter than he’d ever been these past two months. Hyeri updated him on everything that was happening and he didn’t feel the need to press or prod her more until he was convinced she was truly ok. He’s just happy to hear from her. He admitted to Minho that forgiving himself is something he may struggle with for awhile, but he’s determined to do so and get back to his normal life.

It was a good light talk, until he began talking about Army. He went back and read more comments on his Weverse post and he couldn’t stop smiling at the love, support, and occasional jokes that were being left by fans. He knew he missed them these past couple of months, but as he was talking to Minho he realized that he misses them more because he barely remembers much of the tour. He was so drunk it’s like he wasn’t there at all. Instead of months, it feels like years since he was truly able to be with and enjoy Army’s presence. It hurts him, but makes him more determined to get back home making music and performing. Talking about Army made him emotional, but going back to read their comments gave him strength.

The next day Yoongi started off with making breakfast as he usually does. He makes himself a cup of coffee then enjoys the breeze outside. He’s gotten used to the peaceful mornings here. As much as he wants to go home, he knows he’ll miss this place. That’s why he’s trying to enjoy the view while he has it. That is until his silence is broken by his phone ringing from a call from Hyeri.

“Hey!” He says answering the call.

“YOONGI OH MY GAWDDD!!!” She shouts into the phone.

“What? What?!” He shouts trying to determine if this is a good call or a bad call.

“I GOT IT BABY I GOT THE PART OHMIGAWWWDDDD!!!”

“You got the part?!” He asks in excitement. “Really??”

“They just called me HOLY SHIT!!” She shouts unable to contain her excitement. “This is HUGE YOONGI I CANT BELIEVE I GOT IT!!”

“That’s amazing! I’m so proud of you my love!”

“It’s so crazy FUCK JJS FOR TRYING TO KEEP ME FROM DOING THIS AUDITION!!” Hyeri laughs then takes a deep breath. “I’m going to play this role so fucking good they’ll wish they had treated me better!”

“You got this, baby!” He encourages. “Just don’t forget me when you get big and famous.”

“Oh stop,” she laughs. “I’ll be lucky to come even close to your level of stardom.”

“Be careful, people may think you’re trying to use me to boost your career,” he jokes.

“Whatever,” she playfully huffs. “They think I’m using Namjoon for my career, remember?”

“Right,” he rolls his eyes. “Your lunch with him had the world going crazy although I’m the one who asked him to do it.” It’s such a stupid thing, but he finds it amusing how the public can turn a simple birthday lunch into confirmation of a relationship.

“Maybe one day I’ll just lose my shit and shout to the world that I’m with you,” she chuckles.

“Oh really? You mean like I wanted to do before when the picture of us was posted?”

“I know I know, don’t start.”

“I’m not.”

“Believe it or not I’ve changed a lot since then.”

“Really? So are you saying you want to reveal our relationship to the public?” He’s intrigued since she fought so hard to keep things a secret. This is the first time she’s suggested they go public.

“Well…” she hesitates. “Yeah, but…maybe after this new drama comes out. I don’t want to be a distraction, you know?”

“I wish I was recording this conversation,” he jokes.

“I mean it,” she laughs. “I want everyone to know. I don’t even care anymore. I’d rather they talk shit about me for the truth rather than talk shit about me and my friends over lies.”

“Na Hyeri? Is that still you?”

“Shut up!” She laughs. “I wish I could throw something at you.”

“Go ahead, I’ll send you my location.”

“You know I can’t stand you, right?”

“I love you too, Bow.”

Their banter continues until Hyeri has to go to a meeting with her agency. She promises to call him when she’s back home and she does just that. Their conversations get longer and more frequent each day. The better Yoongi feels, the more determined he is to get home. He’s trying to not get impatient, but it’s hard when he feels better than ever and he misses her so much.

Minho has been reporting back to management regularly to let them know how he feels about Yoongi’s progress. Everyone is happy to hear how well things are going and even happier when Minho says he recommends allowing Yoongi to finally go home. He’ll continue regular counseling sessions with Yoongi, but isolation is no longer necessary.

Management began making plans to bring Yoongi home and resume activities with the group. They notified all of the members and they were all incredibly excited. They then let Yoongi know he would be going home soon, however they didn’t say when because they wanted to finalize some things. Yoongi isn’t sure what needs to be finalized, but he’s just happy to know he’ll finally be going home.

Two days later Yoongi wakes up in the morning to the sound of someone rustling around in the kitchen. He assumes the manager taking him back decided to make breakfast before they set out on the 5 hour ride back. He lays there a moment longer, checks his phone, then goes into the bathroom to freshen up.

When he steps out of the room and towards the kitchen, he notices the plates of fresh fruit, sliced salmon, and veggies on the counter. Then he realizes the manager whose back is turned toward him isn’t a manager at all.

“Hyeri?” He asks blinking to make sure he’s seeing straight.

“Morning, babe,” Hyeri says turning and smiling. Yoongi may not have been able to tell, but the moment she saw him her heart skipped a beat. She’s missed him and her entire body can feel it.

“What are you doing here?” He asks stepping to her and pulling her into a tight embrace.

“I was just in the neighborhood and decided to stop by,” she jokes returning his squeeze.

“I missed you so much,” he says giving her lips a passionate kiss. He feels like it’s been so long he almost forgot how soft her lips are and how much his heart races when he’s connected to them.

“I missed you too.” She goes in for another kiss, and another, giving him little oxygen.

They can’t take their hands or lips off of one another until the smell of burning sausage reminds Hyeri that she was in the middle of cooking. She quickly turns the stove off and Yoongi helps her dispose of the charred remains. They laugh it off then sit down to eat the rest of the meal she prepared. Yoongi is so excited to show her how beautiful this place is so he insisted that they eat outside where he usually has breakfast.

“When did you get here?” Yoongi asks still feeling like he’s in a dream.

“Last night,” Hyeri giggles.

“Last night? How?? Where??”

“I stayed in a hotel nearby. I wanted to surprise you with breakfast,” she smiles. “I had been thinking of visiting you for a day since everyone said you were doing well, but they said you were coming home so I thought I’d be the one to come pick you up.”

“Pick me up? You drove 5 hours to get here?”

“Yes,” she laughs at the cute and comical disbelief written across his face. “I was able to get in contact with your manager and tell him I wanted to surprise you, so I asked if I could come pick you up, and I asked if maybe I could stay here with you for just one night before we go back.”

“Stay the night?” He perks up with excitement.

“Yeah,” she nods. “We haven’t really had a trip to ourselves like this before. So I thought this may be our only chance for a while. The schedule for my drama is pretty intense and goes at least 4 months. I know you would be working too as soon as you got home so I stole the chance to get some alone time.”

“We could have had two nights if you came when you got here last night,” he playfully pouts.

“You’ll get over it,” she laughs. “This place is really nice though. I’m kind of jealous you’ve been here this whole time while I’ve been stuck in the city.”

“Maybe we could come back one day,” he suggests. “Or maybe a place similar to this one.”

“Can we go somewhere warm with a pool?” She asks excitedly. “I know you don’t like getting wet, but I just love relaxing in the pool on a warm day.”

“We can do whatever you want,” he chuckles. “I’ll sacrifice dryness for you.”

“You’re such a gentleman,” she jokes. “Can you show me around the rest of this place?”

“Sure!” He says all too excited to show her everything he knows she’ll love about this property.

He starts by showing her the rooms throughout the home and where he’d been working on music and reading. He took her out back to the cozy little shaded area where he set up the beanbag chair for rainy days. He would sit under the shaded patio and read or zone out to the sounds of the storm. After showing her the second cabin where the doctor stayed the first couple weeks, he took Hyeri on a walk around the property.

A small path that circles the quarter mile area has been Yoongi’s gym. He had some weights brought in as well, but he always found himself going for a peaceful walk outside. Sometimes he would do multiple laps and simply get lost in his thoughts. Today he’s getting to circle the trail while walking hand in hand with Hyeri. Something they’ve rarely gotten the chance to do.

After their walk, they get comfortable on the living room couch. Hyeri’s legs are laying across Yoongi’s lap while he has one hand on the outside of her thigh and his other wrapped around her waist. He holds on to her as if he’s never felt the presence of anything so precious in his life. He’s overflowing with love.

Hyeri’s long drive and early morning has caught up with her and not long after she gets comfortable snuggled up with Yoongi, she falls sound asleep. Yoongi kisses her forehead and smiles, then closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep as well.

If you ask Yoongi, that’s probably the greatest nap he’s ever taken in his life. When he woke up he felt very refreshed and even more so when he looked down at Hyeri still sleeping against him. He remains still a bit longer so he doesn’t disturb her sleep. If he could he’d never move from that spot with her warmth covering his entire body.

He holds his position a few minutes but he can’t any longer. He has to pee. Pretty bad.

He tries to slowly and gently slide himself from under her without waking her up. It’s not easy and once he pulls his arm from around her, she groans then pulls him back closer. He can’t help but silently laugh, but he really needs to go to the bathroom.

He tries again to slip away this time holding her hand so she won’t be able to lock him in her hold again. He slides his legs from under her and she groans again. He pauses. Stares at her. Then begins sliding away some more.

“No,” Hyeri groans trying to grab him again. He’s trying to block her hand from wrapping around him but she’s fighting, even with her eyes still closed.

“Babe,” Yoongi giggles.

“No,” she groans again. “I’m not done with you.”

“I really need to go to the bathroom,” he says still trying to hold her hand.

“It can wait.”

“I don’t think it can,” he laughs.

“If you can make it through an entire concert then you can make it a few more minutes,” she teases.

“But I don’t make it through an entire concert,” he laughs. “We still have intermissions.”

“Well whatever, you still can’t go yet.”

“Ok then,” he resolves. “I guess I’ll just do my business right here.”

“You better not!” She says finally opening her eyes and playfully pushing him away. “Hurry up.”

“How did you wake up so demanding?” Yoongi laughs standing.

“I could be worse.”

“No thank you,” he laughs walking to the bathroom.

Hyeri smiles and takes a deep breath of relief. She hasn’t felt at ease like this in nearly a year. The day Yoongi left two months ago she could hardly look at him. So much pain would radiate through her when she looked at him. She cried every night blaming herself for how bad things had gotten.

Now she sees a much different person. Yoongi looks much healthier and happier and it makes her so proud. She finally feels like things are truly looking up for once.

This has been one of the toughest times Hyeri has had since Two Piece disbanded. She’s never been in the tabloids so much, she’s never been the subject of controversial things, and she’s never felt like her personal and professional lives were all about to collapse at the same time. Even when she thought things were looking up, something always seemed to come crashing down on her.

It’s not all good though, only much much better than it had been. She spent the better part of the two months trying to make peace with all of the things Yoongi had done and put her through. Forgiving him seemed easy, but an unexpected update regarding his stolen Black card made her realize that saying she forgives him is not the same as actually forgiving him.

Yoongi’s Black card had long since been reported stolen and replaced. There had been no attempts to use it anywhere so it had all been forgotten about by now. However, recently someone finally found the card and it was being held as evidence in a criminal case in California.

Although Yoongi was on civil duty during his enlistment, he chose to stay in Daegu near family during that time where he was assigned to a job there. Though he and Hyeri had only been together for a short time, he made her an authorized user on his Black card so she could get whatever she wanted. She told him time and again that it wasn’t necessary, but he insisted. No matter the situation he wanted to provide for her 100% regardless of whether she was capable of doing so herself or not.

Hyeri never used the card and eventually forgot that she even had access to it, but then she got the call a month ago. Yoongi was unable to be reached since he was limiting his communication with anyone that didn’t already know where he was. This call came from an unknown number so he didn’t answer, but Hyeri did when she got the call. Thinking it was about work she answered only to be greeted by an attorney who needed to discuss details regarding the stolen Black card.

Chelsea, the stranger Yoongi met in LA who robbed him of more than he knows, had been arrested recently in a string of thefts. Turns out she’s become infamous for the number of people she’s stolen from and the identities she’s taken. The night she met Yoongi she had already stolen a few hundred dollars from others that day. By the time she got to him he was already so fucked up that he made himself an easy target.

Aside from his money, Chelsea also stole a watch that Yoongi had bought for himself during the tour. He spent most of the tour drunk so he forgot he even bought the thing. She also took pictures of his license and passport. She has no idea who Yoongi is, but she realized he wasn’t just a traveler named Austin. She didn’t care though because all she saw were dollar signs. Her theft spree continued for months before she finally tried to use Yoongi’s card.

While Chelsea had always been quick to use the new identities and access to money she found in her journey, she hesitated with Yoongi. She wasn’t quite sure how to go about an international theft. She knew nothing about Korean banks, or Korea in general. She decided to do research to make sure she was as educated as possible in order to get away with it, but research takes time. She had stolen plenty of identities after Yoongi so her research didn’t start right away.

Authorities started investigating the string of thefts and Chelsea felt them closing in. She decided to lay low for a while until the heat dies down, but laying low meant losing her main source of income. She became desperate and decided to finally see if she could take her operation overseas just for a few dollars.

Taking Yoongi’s identity was out of the question so she stuck to simply taking his money. She tried to book herself a flight using Yoongi’s card and another stolen identity so it wouldn’t be traced back to her. What she didn’t realize is that Yoongi’s bank had long since been informed of the theft and, because he’s a VIP, they continued to closely monitor his card activity. A transaction coming from an IP address in California was a major red flag.

Unable to get to Yoongi, the attorney on the bank’s legal team detailed everything to Hyeri. She was happy that the thief was caught and will face trial, but she was not happy about why the card was stolen in the first place. She doesn’t know the details of his encounters, she doesn’t want to know, but this situation made her mind wander.

This is someone that was in his hotel room. How many people did he take back to his room? He said it was only blow jobs, but is that truly all it was? Did he kiss her? Did he kiss any of them? He’s always so private, but she was in. his. room.

She has to have a tough conversation with him that she’s been avoiding, and she chose now to finally do it. He’s far from alcohol or any other destructive or otherwise distractive temptations. She needs to talk to him face to face and get answers for the things that have continued to haunt her.

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The Traveler - Chapter 22 - Earth, 1999 & Mechoria

You're from a specific dimension, Solaris Eclipse. It was a dimension of magic. When your kind, the Eldrathiren, turned fifteen, your unique power would awaken within you. Most times, it was something small, levitation, teleportation, creation, elemental manipulation, and things like that. Once in a while, a fifteen-year-old would just disappear, and those were called Travelers. None of them had ever returned. Your parents had told you stories about them, and you hoped that wouldn't happen to you.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 6483

Pairing Eventually Dean Winchester x OC Reader/You & Sam Winchester x OC Reader/You

Warnings: Longing, Emotional Situations.

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Earth, 4 Days After You Left…

The motel room was dark, as it was past midnight, and there was no traffic outside. The pale glow from a lone streetlamp outside barely filtered through the thin curtains, casting faint shadows on the walls. Dean was staring at the ceiling, attempting to sleep, but the bed felt so empty without you there. Everything felt empty without you there. Sam wasn’t sleeping either. He was staring at the wall while their father was passed out for the night. 

Thanks to you and the information you’d given them, Azazel was dead, but without you with them, they saw no point in celebrating. Their mom had been avenged, and so many future events had been stopped—not all of them, but many of them.

“You asleep?” Sam asked quietly, still staring at the far wall.

“No,” Dean replied with a sigh.

“This sucks,” Sam mumbled, his voice laced with frustration and sorrow.

Even though Dean was the only one who felt that soul connection to you, Sam had grown close to you when you were there and missed you just as much. They both wondered the same thing: When would you come back?

“I dreamt about her last night,” Sam said quietly, almost feeling like it was silly.

Dean turned to look over at him, the concern evident in his eyes. “What about?” “You’ll think it’s stupid,” he mumbled.

“Try me,” Dean told him, sitting up on the edge of his bed, his tone gentle yet insistent.

With a sigh, Sam sat up on the edge of his bed, now facing his brother. “She was in this weird place. There was a cat that talked and floated. Oh, and a mouse and a hare that could talk to. They were almost like people. And there was this really tall guy that wore a tophat. They were having tea outside at a long table,” he explained, waiting for his brother to tease him about it.

Dean thought for a moment, trying to picture it all in his head. He couldn’t help but chuckle a little at the thought of it. “If that’s really what she’s doing, then maybe she’s at least safe,” he finally replied, a soft smile forming on his lips.

In a way, that brought them both a sense of relief and also comfort. Neither were sure if that’s what you were doing, but it was something they could hold onto.

“Hey, tell me if you dream about her again,” Dean asked, letting thoughts of you drift through his mind.

“Alright,” Sam replied with a soft smile as he thought of you.

They each lay down, letting thoughts of you fill their minds as they finally drifted off to sleep. Even with as much as they missed you, somehow, Sam dreaming about you brought a sense of reassurance that you were okay. 

2 Weeks After You Left…

Sam had shared the couple of dreams he had of you with only Dean. Neither were sure they wanted John to know. The last thing they wanted was for him to think it was some strange supernatural thing to stop. At least the brothers had stopped moping around, though, and that had relieved John, as he’d been worried about the two since you left.

“Have you found anything yet?” John asked Bobby over the phone while he stood outside the motel room. The early morning light cast long shadows across the cracked pavement, the air cool with a hint of dew.

“Sorry, John. It’s not like there’s a lot on dimensional travel, let alone her home world,” Bobby sighed, taking another drink of his whiskey. His cluttered desk was piled high with old, dusty books, the smell of aged paper and ink filling his study.

“Keep looking and call me the minute you have something,” John told him, his frustration palpable as he hung up the phone.

He looked at his boys through the motel window. They were talking, and for once, both of them were smiling. John wasn’t sure what had changed but was thankful for whatever it was. Bobby had been pouring through books and talking to every hunter he could think of who might have an idea about dimensional travel.

They had all agreed to keep hunting, for now, even though Dean had let his mind wander numerous times about having a normal life with you and his brother. Sam had even thought about it, wanting to go to college so he could support a normal life with you. Both brothers looked up the moment John came back into the motel room.

“You two ready?” John asked them, grabbing his bag off the table. The smell of stale coffee lingered in the air, mingling with the scent of their worn leather jackets.

The two reluctantly grabbed their bags and followed John out of the motel, heading out to take care of the things that went bump in the night.

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Bobby hadn’t found much of anything in his books, the ones he’d gone through, at least. He had kept your spear safe, leaning against the wall in his living room as a constant reminder of you. It helped keep him focused, even when cases came up and other hunters needed help. He also couldn’t get that glowing orb out of his head and had sworn he’d seen it somewhere in a random book he had yet to find.

He had figured out that the writing on your dagger was Enochian, the language of the angels. Without your dagger in front of him, though, he couldn’t translate it and cursed under his breath for not taking a picture. Bobby did put that particular book in a small stack that he’d reserved for just information that had to do with you.

Something Bobby had done was get the information out to as many hunters as he could of the things you shared with the Winchesters. It was more than a game changer for them, giving them the upper hand, at least against demons. 

His phone rang, breaking his concentration. He sighed, taking a deep breath before answering. “Bobby Singer.”

“Bobby, it’s Rufus. Got some new leads on that dimensional travel stuff. Might wanna check it out,” the gruff voice on the other end said.

Bobby and Rufus didn’t typically get along, let alone work together, at least not anymore. If it hadn’t been for how he felt about the Winchester brothers and you, he never would have even involved Rufus. Bobby’s eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope, though. “Send me everything you’ve got,” he replied, hanging up the phone with renewed determination. He glanced at your spear, then at the small stack of books, feeling a surge of motivation.

“We’ll figure it out, kid,” he spoke aloud with a small smile.

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Back on Mechoria, 1 Month Later…

2 Months After You Left Earth.

It was near dawn, and again, you hadn’t slept well. The days had grown colder with the approaching winter, the crisp air kept at bay by the closed window of your room. With a groan, you finally climbed out of bed and sat at the desk, looking up at the calendar you’d hung on the wall. The soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a pale glow on the room.

It’s November on Earth.

The months weren’t labeled the same, but you remembered the numbers and what they were called, so you had written those on the calendar here. You’d also circled the brothers’ birthdays and your own. You had crossed off the days as they passed, each one a painful reminder of the time passing without them. Looks like it’s gonna be another long and boring day.

On days like this, you didn’t typically leave your room, too tired to deal with others. To you, it wasn’t fair that the scent hadn’t come and whisked you away and back to Earth to see them again. You’d helped this world, and now, felt like you were stuck there. It was one thing when you had deliberately ignored the scent in the Twilight Veil and stayed with Lysara for a year. 

The room was comfortably furnished, but its luxury had long since lost its charm. The silken sheets of your bed were tangled from restless nights, and the ornate mirror above the fireplace reflected your weary expression. You glanced at the pile of books and the journal on the desk; the latter filled with your thoughts and experiences of this world.

With a sigh, you ran your fingers through your hair, your ears twitching slightly at the sound of footsteps outside your door. The innkeeper, Fenwick, must be making his rounds, ensuring everyone was comfortable. Despite his gruff exterior, you’d come to appreciate his quiet gestures of kindness.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on your door. You hesitated for a moment before getting up to answer it.

Fenwick stood there, his large, bushy tail flicking behind him. His rugged face softened as he saw you. “Good morning,” he said in his deep, gravelly voice. “I noticed you didn’t come down for breakfast. Thought you might want something to eat."

“Thanks, Fenwick,” you replied, managing a small smile. “I’m just… having one of those days.” He nodded understandingly and handed you a tray with eggs, a form of bacon, a form of hashbrowns, and two slices of toast. “Take your time. If you need anything, just let me know.”

As you closed the door and sat back at your desk, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of homesickness. The warm comfort of the meal reminded you of the meals you shared with the Winchesters and how Dean had cooked for you. You took a deep breath, trying to push the loneliness aside as you picked up your journal and began to write, hoping it would ease the ache in your heart and soul.

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Earth, 2 Months After You Left…

That email from Rufus had contained valuable information, but Bobby hadn’t said anything to the Winchesters about it. No, he wanted to investigate it first. The last thing he wanted to do was give the brothers or John any false hope about not only bringing you back but being able to find a way to tether you to Earth. He was trying his hardest not to get his hopes up, but if this particular artifact existed and did what it was rumored to do, they might have found what they needed. It was rare and something he’d never heard of, a Dimensional Compas. The rumor surrounding it was that it had the ability to not only make portals to other worlds but also open the one the user intended or thought about. 

It took a week to piece together where it was located, and he had to talk to several other hunters just to try to figure out the vague clues. Bobby sat at his cluttered desk, a glass of whiskey left forgotten near the far side, as he stared at the old, dusty journal. He carefully opened it, as the pages were brittle, threatening to crumble under his fingers. It was a hunter's journal from a time long ago. 

The Dimensional Compass, as described in the journal, appeared to be an ordinary old compass. The journal included a drawing of it, so Bobby could only take in the hunter’s drawing and notes. According to those, it looked normal, except for the back of it. It had unique features: a small circular indent at its center, and around the back, there were numerous indents, which looked as though different things snapped onto or into it. The other notes within the journal stated that the hunter who wrote them had never used the compass, as he could never find what went into the back of it.

Bobby sighed as he leaned back in his chair. At least there was a location of the compass: New Haven, Connecticut. The journal had referred to a crypt there, an ancient tomb hidden beneath an old, abandoned church. It was said to be the final resting place of a powerful witch who had guarded the compass for centuries. He packed his bag, ensuring he had everything he needed, then made the long drive, still without sharing a word of this with the Winchesters.

The old church stood on the outskirts of New Haven, its once grand facade now crumbling with decay. The tall, gothic spires reached toward the sky, casting long shadows on the ground below. The air was thick with the scent of moss and earth, and the only sound was the rustling of leaves in the wind.

Bobby approached the church cautiously, his flashlight cutting through the darkness. He pushed open the heavy wooden doors, which creaked loudly in protest. Inside, the church was eerily silent, the pews covered in a thick layer of dust. Cobwebs draped from the rafters like ghostly shrouds. 

At the far end of the church, behind the altar, Bobby found a hidden staircase leading down into the crypt. The stone steps were cold and uneven, and the air grew colder as he descended. His breath came out in frosty puffs as he reached the bottom, where a massive stone door barred his way.

With a grunt, Bobby pushed the door open, revealing the crypt. The walls were lined with ancient carvings and runes etched into the stone. At the center of the crypt stood a stone pedestal, and atop it, the Dimensional Compass.

Bobby approached the pedestal slowly, his heart pounding in his chest. He reached out and picked up the compass, seeing that it was larger than the journal had mentioned. Feeling its weight in his hand, he thought perhaps it might have been nearly two pounds. He ran his thumb over the back, still wondering what fit into it. Its glass covering was gone, probably having been broken decades ago or longer.

“Gotcha,” Bobby muttered to himself, a small smile tugging at his lips. He slipped the compass into his bag and turned his attention to the crypt itself, 

He took numerous photos of the engravings, meticulously documenting the ancient carvings and runes. He searched every nook and cranny, even examining the indents in the walls that held a few skeletons. Despite his thorough inspection, there wasn’t much to go on - nothing notable to indicate which one might be the witch who had guarded the compass. He extended his search to the church above but found no additional information regarding the crypt below. 

During his drive back home, his thoughts were on you, the Winchesters, and how they were going to bring you home. His mind also raced with ideas on figuring out how this compass worked.

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Mechoria, 3 Months After You Left…

It was another early morning, the light of dawn peaking through the thin slit in the curtains, gently pulling you from your dreams. With a yawn and a stretch, you slowly opened your eyes and sighed. At least Fenwick kept the inn warm these days.

You pushed the blankets aside and climbed out of bed to open the curtains and greet the day. The scent still hadn’t come to beckon you to continue your journey or go back to the brothers. So, even though you missed them, you had decided you’d make the best of being in this world. Today you had been asked to help Arina in her shop. She could have done the work herself, but the two of you had become friends over the last month.

The council had made sure all your expenses were taken care of, and you wanted for nothing. That had felt the strangest. You knew it was their way of thanking you for what you’d done, but you didn’t like feeling like you were taking advantage of their hospitality. You also still hadn’t unpacked your things, still hoping the scent would come for you.

After a nice warm breakfast, you bundled up and headed to Arina’s shop. Everyone in the city greeted you with warm “Hello”s and “Good morning”s. So you returned those with a friendly smile and wave. Snow had already fallen in this world, but magic kept it from accumulating on the inside the city. It was dotted along rooftops, but along the streets, there was none.

“How have you been?” Arina asked when she stepped back from the warm hug.

You gave her a small smile, “I still miss them, but I’m doing better these days. Thanks for the beanie. It was chilly this morning.” Arina chuckled at your endearing compliment. “Well, can’t have our city’s savior getting frostbite on her ears now, can we?” she teased you playfully before showing you into the back of her shop.

It was a sight to behold. Cloth in all sorts of colors and textures were neatly organized on two of the four walls. Ribbons, thread, and lace were along another wall, with containers filled with odds and ends like zippers, buttons, and a slew of other items. Bookshelves adorned the last wall, full of patterns for anything that could be made out of cloth for all sorts of different types of species. 

In the center of the massive room was a table for her to work on with a grid pattern, a beautiful sewing machine, and drawers all along it, just under the lip. You guessed they were filled with things she was into often. Near the back door, you noticed several decent-sized boxes that hadn’t even been opened yet.

“Wow, Arina, this is amazing,” you told her in awe. This was your first time in her backroom, and you could understand why her shop was one of the best in the city, and her prices were always so fair.

“Thanks. Typically, I’d take care of this myself, but I thought it would give you an excuse to get out of your fancy room,” she teased you playfully as she began opening one of the boxes.

Her tease made you chuckle as you joined her, curious as to what was in the boxes. “Is it more stuff for back here?” you asked her curiously.

“Yup. I just need to get it put away. This box has new fabrics in it from a cloth weaver in another town. I love to get things from him and his family. They’re always beautiful, with the softest of textures and the most beautiful patterns you’ve ever seen. They made the fabric your dress was crafted out of,” she explained just before she pulled open the top box.

Inside the box, you saw a rainbow of fabrics, each one more vibrant and intricate than the last. The weaver’s craftsmanship was evident in every piece, with patterns that seemed to dance and shimmer as you moved the cloth into the light.

As you and Arina began to sort and store the new arrivals, you felt a sense of contentment wash over you. This place had become a sort of sanctuary for you, a temporary home while you waited for the scent to guide you either back to the brothers or whisk you off to another world entirely.

“Does it bother you, that you haven’t been able to go back to them yet?” Arina asked softly as she folded a piece of deep green silk.

“Sometimes,” you admitted. “But until then, I’m glad I have someone like you to hang out with and help.”

Arina smiled warmly at you, “We’re glad to have you here. You saved all of us, and I don’t just mean us sentient creatures. You also brought hope back to the young ones with your story of the Luminous.” Her words almost made you tear up, but you gave her a soft smile as a warmth came to your heart. As you continued to work, you couldn’t help but wonder what the brothers were doing at that moment and hoped they were holding on, just as you were.

After you helped her get everything put away, she pulled something small out of one of the drawers under her table. “I want you to have this. For a long time, I wore it like a good luck charm. I found the pendant when I was a child and kept it.” she told you, holding out a necklace with a small pendant on it, only a couple of inches across.

You gently took it from her, letting your fingers move over the small gear for a moment before looking back up at her. “Thank you, Arina. I’ll hold onto this, always.”

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Earth, 4 Months After You Left…

Bobby had at least called John, but there wasn’t much he could tell him. He couldn’t piece together what made the compass work and didn’t want to disappoint the brothers with another dead end. So, he put the Dimensional Compass in his safe for now, at least until he could either learn more about it or find a way to make it work.

Sam shared his dreams of you with Dean when they happened. He’d dreamt of you in that luxurious inn, and how you were writing in two journals. He had never been able to read what you wrote, though. There were times Dean felt what you were going through, although it was diminished, dull, and like it was far away. Since Sam had been sharing his dreams, Dean shared what he felt from you.

Both John and Bobby were conflicted. They wanted to share with the brothers what they’d found, but they had nothing concrete to share. Bobby sat at his desk, staring at the old compass in front of him, again, like he could somehow will it to tell him its secrets. He had gone over every detail he could find about it, trying to unlock its secrets. But it remained stubbornly silent, giving him no clues.

The front door opening pulled Bobby from his thoughts, causing him to quickly stash the compass in a drawer of his desk. 

“Hey, Bobby, hope you’re up for some company,” John hollered as he slipped off his jacket and hung it near the door, the brothers doing the same.

“Thought you were gonna be gone another week,” Bobby replied, a bit confused as to why they were there early.

The three of them headed into the living room, all finding a place to sit. They were exhausted and needed some downtime. 

John slumped back onto the couch, letting out a sigh of contentment as he finally began relaxing. “Took out the last of Azazel’s foot soldiers hell-bent on the apocalypse.”

Dean leaned back in his chair, his eyes heavy with weariness but his mind still sharp. “It was a mess, but we managed to clear them out. Thought we’d swing by and see how you’re holding up, maybe check on that lead you mentioned.” Bobby hesitated for a moment, glancing towards the drawer where the compass was hidden. “Not much to tell. Still don’t have anything concrete for you.” The brothers shared a knowing look. Sam, though, decided to push just a little. “It’s okay if you don’t have anything concrete. Maybe a fresh set of eyes might help,” he suggested.

This time, John and Bobby shared a silent conversation, both worried about getting the brothers' hopes up. With a heavy sigh, though, Bobby pulled the compass out of the drawer he’d hidden it in. Then, he set it on his desk.

“Took me two weeks just to piece all the clues together in order to find its location. The thing doesn’t even point to North,” he sighed, looking up at the brothers. 

“Can I take a look at it?” Sam asked quizzically.

“Sure, kid, knock yourself out,” Bobby practically chuckled as he handed the compass to Sam.

Bobby proceeded to explain the information he’d gathered on the Dimensional Compass and what its purpose was. Dean was just staring intently at it in Sam’s hands. Sam flipped it over and ran a finger over the different indents that marked the back of it.

“Seems like it’s missing pieces,” Sam mused quietly, more to himself than anyone in specific.

“That’s the obvious part. I haven’t found a single piece of information that says what fits into those indents,” Bobby sighed.

“We didn’t want to give you boys any false hopes,” John piped in from the couch.

Dean’s gaze was still glued to the compass, almost as if he was drawn to it. “Hey, Sammy, lemme see that.” 

Sam looked up, a bit puzzled, but handed the compass to his brother. Oddly enough, the needle on the top of it moved. “Is it supposed to do that?” Dean asked, now looking just as puzzled as Sam had at Dean’s request.

Bobby’s eyes widened slightly. “Not that I’ve seen. What the hell did you do?” Dean frowned, turning the compass over in his hands. “Nothing. I just… took it.” The needle continued to move, twitching slightly as if it were trying to align itself with something. Dean glanced at Bobby, then back at the compass, a mix of hope and confusion on his face. “Do you think it’s reacting to me? Or… something I’m thinking about?” John stood up, a look of determination crossing his face. “This could be the lead we’ve been waiting for. If it’s reacting to you, Dean, maybe you’re the key to making it work.” Sam leaned forward, watching the compass intently. “Maybe it’s not just about the physical pieces we’re missing. What if it’s also about the person using it? Plus, there’s that whole soulmate thing… Dean’s over eighteen, so he feels the connection.”

Bobby nodded slowly, his mind racing with possibilities. “It’s worth a shot. But we need to be careful. We don’t know what kind of power this thing holds or where it might lead you.”

Dean took a shaky breath, his fingers twitching as he placed the compass back on Bobby’s desk. Every instinct told him to go to you, to bring you back somehow, but the fear of the unknown, of getting stuck or worse, gnawed at him. “For now, I’d rather not touch that thing, not till we know more,” he said, his voice barely steady.

John was proud of his son, and for once, it showed in his expression. “We do this smart and as a team.” They all agreed, a silent pact to unravel the mystery of the Dimensional Compass together. What Dean hadn’t told any of them, though, was that he’d seen you when he held onto that compass. You were sitting in a beautiful room that almost reminded him of a five-star hotel, at a desk, a small box labeled, ‘Happy Birthday, Dean’ in front of you. You looked lost in thought, almost sad, and older, more mature, in the four months since you’d been gone. The urge to reach out, to pull you into his arms, was overwhelming. But the fear, the sudden shock of that vision, had driven him to put the compass down, and with it, you faded from sight.

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Earth 5 Months After You Left…

“It’s her birthday. You think she feels any different?” Sam’s voice was soft, almost tentative, as he glanced over at Dean.

Dean didn’t immediately respond, his focus locked on the sketch he’d made of the compass’s back. The lines of indents he’d drawn seemed to mock him with incompleteness. “I don’t know. I felt kinda different when I turned eighteen, but it wasn’t until I saw her again that it seemed to get stronger,”

The compass sat on the desk between them, untouched since that first, unnerving vision. Dean’s hands iched to pick it up again, to see you, even if just for a moment. But the fear of the unknown- of getting trapped in some other dimension, away from you- was stronger.

He’d spent hours studying the compass, trying to piece together the puzzle of its missing half. But tonight, all he could think about was you. It was late, the kind of quiet that made everything feel more intense. Neither of them had managed to sleep, not with it being your birthday.

Dean’s gaze drifted to the window, his thoughts heavy. “Wherever she is, I hope she’s okay,” he murmured, the weight of the words lingering in the air between them.

Sam’s expression saddened as he returned his focus to the old hunter’s journal, the one that spoke of the compass in the first place. He hadn’t dreamt of you in nearly two weeks. He was typically good at puzzles, always able to see how things slotted together, but this compass had him stumped, which only frustrated him. 

Your spear still stood there in the living room, leaning against the far wall, a constant reminder to them of the last time you had been there. The picture Sam had taken of you stayed tucked safely away in Dean’s wallet, which he would look at often. It brought him momentary comfort, but he still missed you, and it never took away that ache he felt in his chest.

A sudden knock at the door pulled both brothers from their thoughts. Bobby, already in the living room with them, glanced at the door with a frown. “Who the hell could that be at this hour?” Before anyone could answer, the door creaked open, revealing Rufus Turner standing in the doorway, looking as if he’d just walked through hell itself. His clothes were dusted with dirt, and there was a weariness in his eyes that hinted at more than just a long day.

“Well, don’t just stand there like a bunch of idiots,” Rufus grumbled, stepping inside and kicking the door shut behind him. “I’ve got something you boys are gonna wanna see.” Dean and Sam exchanged a glance, curiosity flickering to life despite the tension. Bobby motioned for Rufus to sit, but the older hunter waved him off, reaching into his coat pocket. “No time for sitting, Singer. Got a lead on that compass you’ve been poking at.” Rufus pulled out a small, intricately carved piece of metal and held it up to the light. It gleamed with a strange, almost otherworldly sheen, and Dean could immediately tell it wasn’t just any ordinary piece of junk.

“Where the hell did you find that?” Bobby asked, his tone a mix of disbelief and amazement, his eyes fixed on the piece as if it might vanish if he looked away. “Got wind of it in a market over in Missouri,” Rufus replied, tossing the piece to Sam. “The seller didn’t know what he had. But I recognized it from the pictures you sent me. Figured it might be one of the missing pieces.” Sam examined the metal piece closely, his eyes widening as he compared it to the back of the compass and the numerous different-sized indents that adorned the surface. With a slow, deliberate motion, Sam slid the piece into one of the indents. The satisfying click echoed in the silence of the room, and for a moment, the air seemed to hum with an unseen energy.

Dean stared at the compass in Sam’s hands, his heart pounding in his chest. “One down, several more to go,” he muttered, trying to keep the frustration from seeping into his voice. The more pieces they found, the closer they were to finding you. But the journey felt endless, and every new lead seemed to stretch out before them like an infinite road.

Rufus shrugged, his expression unreadable. “If I come across anything else, I’ll be back. But don’t hold your breath. These pieces aren’t exactly growing on trees.”

“Time to get back to the books,” Bobby sighed, taking a sip of his whiskey. His gaze drifted to your spear, still standing in the living room like a sentinel. It was a constant reminder of the last time you had been there. His thoughts wandered to your last visit, to the laughter you brought, and how you had helped in more ways than you were even aware of. Whether he’d admit it out loud or not, he thought of you as part of the family, and getting you home was his top priority now. 

The piece Rufus had brought gave all of them a renewed sense of hope. It was a small victory, but it was something. Rufus didn’t stay long, mentioning something about a ghost four states over that needed dealing with. As he left, the brothers exchanged a glance, silently agreeing that this wasn’t over. They had no idea how many different pieces they would need to complete the compass, but they weren’t going to give up anytime soon. The fight to bring you home for good had only just begun. 

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Mechoria, Your Birthday…

You hadn’t wanted to get out of bed that morning. Even after one of the servants brought you breakfast, which you only picked at, your appetite was nonexistent. The morning outside was chilly, and snow fell steadily, a gentle cascade of white flakes that seemed to disappear before ever reaching the ground. Normally, you would have found this phenomenon fascinating, but not today. Today, your thoughts were consumed by the brothers, by Earth, and by an overwhelming longing to be there with them.

When Dean had turned eighteen, you hadn’t been on Earth for it, and now, on your eighteenth birthday, you weren’t there either. You had always missed the brothers before, but now it felt more profound, like a piece of you was missing. You curled up with one of your pillows and stared at the dark blue velvet curtains that kept the sun’s rays at bay.

It’s not fair, you thought bitterly, feeling the sting of tears in your eyes. Will I even see them again before Sam turns eighteen? The question haunted you, echoing in the silence of your room.

Near lunch, Arina came to visit you, her presence a small comfort in the otherwise bleak day. You were supposed to go have lunch with her—it was her birthday gift to you—but even that seemed like a hollow gesture now. The weight of your emotions pressed down on you, making it hard to muster the energy to care about anything at all. 

Arina sat with you in your room, the gesture bringing a small amount of comfort to your aching soul while you shared the delectable sweets she’d brought to cheer you up. The sugary aroma of honey pastries, fruit tarts, and cinnamon cakes filled the air, but it did little to lift the fog of melancholy clouding your thoughts. You picked at the treats, taking small bites, feeling the flavors but not truly tasting them. Ariana’s eyes were full of concern, her voice gentle as she tried to coax you into conversation. You appreciated her efforts, her friendship, but even her company felt like a reminder of the distance separating you from the brothers.

After an hour, Arina squeezed your hand and offered a reassuring smile before leaving you alone. As the door clicked shut behind her, the dam holding back your emotions broke, and you finally gave in to the misery that had settled over and through you. Tears you hadn’t wanted to shed flowed freely, each drop a testament to the longing and loneliness that consumed you.

You wanted to be strong, to not feel weak or like a child crying over something precious that was lost. But it hurt so much not to be with them on this day, the ache in your chest a constant reminder of the bond that was stretched across dimensions.. That evening, you sat in your bed, the room dimly lit by a single candle, and wrote to the brothers. You poured your heat onto the paper, sharing with them how you had envisioned the day going had you been together. It brought you a small sense of comfort, even if a few more tears slipped down your cheeks and dotted the paper.

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Time passed, as it tended to do, for not just you but also for the brothers back on Earth. Days blurred together, but you managed, and some were better than others. You eventually replaced your simple bag with a far sturdier one that Arina made for you, with lots of pockets to keep things organized. She also made you a beautiful over-the-shoulder bag for your journals, as you now had four of them, one empty one to save for later. 

Winter turned to spring, but it was short-lived, and you barely enjoyed the blossoms or the life it brought. Summer was lonely, and on the second of May, another small box sat on your desk, this one for Sam. That, too, found its way into your bag with a few tears. Mechoria was a wonderful place, but it wasn’t home, and without the brothers, you felt emptier and emptier.

Fall came with a chilly breeze through your window, causing you to shiver, but with it came that familiar scent that nearly knocked you down. It had been so long that you’d almost forgotten how wonderful it smelled. A sense of hope and excitement coursed through your body as you dressed quickly, packing up the few items you had out. You wrote a note to the innkeeper and one for Arina, leaving them on the desk, knowing they’d be found. Then, you tossed your new bag over your shoulder with the smaller one that held your journals.

Goosebumps ran down your body as a smile found your lips. You pulled open your door, and the scent hit you again.

Home. Please, I need to see them…

Holding an image of them in your mind, you stepped through your doorway. The inn swirled in a distorted way as it changed around you. The beautiful browns of the wooden walls twisted and turned, shifting to tall trees as blues dotted the sky above through the strange leaves. Things also seemed muted, as if someone had almost drained the vibrancy from them.

Even though things were still a bit blurry, the world around you not quite solid, the scent seemed to beckon you further. So, you followed it, your steps cautious as you walked through the distorted forest. It was disorienting to walk before the world had come into full focus, as it still seemed to be shifting around you. In the distance, on all sides, different scenes came into view, like windows into other worlds, each one more fascinating than the last.

It was a fascinating kaleidoscope of colors and images, landscapes and animals, all blending together in a surreal tapestry. The scent continued to guide you, still along that distorted forest path of this unknown world. You couldn’t tell if you were between worlds or if this was just another dimension, but you pressed on, determined to find your way back to the brothers, back to home.

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Word Count:  2.8k+

Pairing: Husk x Angel Dust (HuskerDust/AngelHusk), slight Angel Dust x OC

Summary: “Give him everything but your ass.” Angel Dust was tasked with one job: convince the investor to subsidize Valentino’s agency. Angel was more of a closer to Valentino, enticing the wealthier of his associates into funding projects for him. However, this latest pitch didn’t go as planned and Angel’s hubris prevented him from seeing the potential drawbacks of a one night stand with someone Valentino marked. In this slow burn love story, Angel must confront the worst parts of himself if he is going to win back his career.

Content Warnings: Rated 18+ for foul language, graphic depictions of a panic attack

Author's Note: Whoops! I forgot to post the second part! This chapter proceeds one of my favorite scenes in this whole series. Enjoy, I'll post the next chapter next week.

Angel Dust turned over in bed, his attempts at ignoring his phone proving difficult if not impossible. He’d been lying there all morning, tossing and turning and fighting the urge to vomit. Angel sat up for a moment, grabbing his phone and opening it. He went to his chat with Cherri, which he’d been opening up every few minutes despite the fact that he knew he hadn’t gotten a response yet. 

He was thinking with a clear head now–well, as clear as his head could be after a night of booze and miscellaneous pills. It seemed to throb in response to the memories of last night, so he rubbed his temple with his available hand. He read his texts to Cherri over and over again. 

Hey

About last night

I wanted to say that i’m sorry, it wasn’t right to ditch you

With everything going on these days i’ve been a fucking mess babe

He sighed, looking at the time stamp on each text. No response–and he knew he wouldn’t be receiving any any time soon. Not after how he acted. Fuck, he was lucky that Cherri tracked him down and got him home safe. Of course, he was too much of an ass last night to realize that. When she dropped him off at the door of the hotel, he’d chosen to thank her for her kindness by flipping her off and blaming her for his blue balls. 

He was despicable. 

He turned off his phone before setting it down on the nightstand by his bed. He sighed, his eyes going anywhere else. Like towards his disaster of a room. His pile system had reared its ugly head but Angel couldn’t muster up the energy to get out of bed. A clean room was overrated anyway, he found his things just fine. 

Angel brought his knees into his chest, hugging them as his eyes caught Fat Nuggets passed out on top of his dirty clothing pile by the door. By the looks of it, Angel had obscured his bed again. If he couldn’t bring himself to do laundry, the least he could do was take Fat Nuggets on a walk. He wasn’t completely useless. 

Angel rose and threw on some presentable clothing. Fat Nuggets woke up by the time he’d put his shoes on and was nudging his leg with his snout. Angel patted his head. 

“Wanna go for a walk?”

Fat Nuggets sprang into action, digging around the laundry piles for where his leash had been discarded. He brought it to Angel triumphantly, and waited patiently for Angel to put it on. 

Angel walked into the lobby with Fat Nuggets at his side. He looked over at the bar to see Husk cutting a bunch of fruit into slices. Just the smell of the citrus reminded him of all the lemon drops he did last night. Fat Nuggets pulled on his lead to go towards him, but Angel picked him up and took him outside.

Once outside, Angel breathed in some of the fresh air. He put Fat Nuggets down, and he seemed to huff at him. 

“Sorry Nugs, Daddy is feelin’ sick today,” he said softly. 

The two of them embarked on their walk together. Angel figured that he would go towards the park today since there were always food trucks parked alongside the street. His stomach gave a hearty rumble at the thought of a greasy hot dog–or better still–a set of tacos with loads of sour cream. Angel could barely contain his excitement so he picked up the pace. 

They arrived at the park in no time and Angel looked around to see which vendors he had the pleasure of choosing from today. The mini pancake truck, the mini donut truck…fuck yes, there she was–Torch’s Tacos–parked in plain view with no line. The sight almost brought a tear to his eye. He walked over quickly, wanting nothing more than to order his favorite hangover food. 

He stepped up to the truck and ordered quickly–and Torch, the owner–came out to pet Fat Nuggets as his employees made his tacos. In a few minutes, Angel sat down at a park bench and chowed the fuck down. While he ate, Torch came over and slapped a plastic dish that was full of fixin’s for Fat Nuggets. 

“On the house,” Torch said happily. “He’s adorable.”

Angel thanked him and Fat Nuggets started eating heartily. 

Once breakfast was over, Angel threw all the scraps in a nearby trash can. He wanted to eat more, but his hangover would only allow so much food to go in at once. Angel hoped that it would all stay down–he really didn’t want to repeat this cycle thirty minutes from now. Regardless, he stood and began walking around the park. Fat Nuggets oinked happily as they made their way through, sniffing anything that he came into contact with. 

Then, as they made their way out of the park and down the street, Angel felt a pang of nausea hit him out of nowhere. He felt his stomach begin to ache and his mouth began producing mass amounts of saliva. He swallowed, which only made it worse. He looked around towards several businesses–none of which were open. He started to think that a nearby alley would suffice, until he saw a cafe. 

Angel walked as calmly as he could towards the cafe and only when he walked inside and saw the sign for the restroom did he start running. Angel threw open the door and walked into the only stall and threw up everything he had eaten. Fat Nuggets paced at his legs, no doubt worried about him. 

“Daddy’s okay, Nugs,” Angel managed out before another wave of nausea hit. “Fuck me,” he said before he gagged again.

A few minutes later and everything Angel had eaten–as well as the alcohol that had settled at the bottom of his stomach–was gone. He went towards the sink and washed out his mouth. He looked at himself in the mirror. The mascara that he’d put on last night was smudged–the tears from his vomit-session staining his cheeks black. He grabbed a paper towel and began cleaning himself up. 

Angel made his way towards the door of the cafe quickly, not making eye contact with anyone within the small building. He’d done his best to clean up–but he still looked like shit. Now was not the time to meet with a fan or a colleague–that was for fucking sure. He stepped onto the sidewalk, taking in the fresh air again. 

“We better get home Nugs, before Daddy pukes again.” 

“Well, if it isn’t the Angel Dust,” a voice called from the door of the cafe. 

Angel looked over, and his eyes widened in shock. 

“Agony,” Angel said, nearly breathless.

“Long time no see,” Agony said, walking towards him. 

“Yeah, sorry for not keeping in touch after…” Angel trailed off. 

Agony let the silence hang in the air, and it seemed like he was waiting for Angel to say something. 

“Agony, I–

“I already know,” Agony’s eyes snapped over to Angel.

Angel knit his eyebrows together, “What do you mean?”

“I know why Valentino canceled Brut’s project,” he said, his shoulders tensing as he spoke. 

Angel Dust hesitated for a moment. He wanted to say something–anything–but the fact that Agony knew was sending his head in a spin.

“Do you know what it’s been like? For me?” Agony said, the hurt evident in his tone. “The work dried up after I was let go–anything I get now is because of some friends in the industry.”

“Have you heard from–

“What do you care? Your career is doing just fine last time I checked, Mr. Best Male Performer. Congrats on the nomination by the way.”

Angel felt Fat Nuggets tug on his leash. “Agony, you have it all wrong.”

“What, you didn’t get me and Brut fired?”

Angel shifted his weight awkwardly. “It was Val, he–he was pissed that I–

“I don’t need your excuses,” Agony said. “Tezan told me everything.”

Angel clammed up, his eyes searching Agony’s. “I don’t know what he told you, but Tezan isn’t–

“This isn’t about him, Angel.” Agony said. “It’s about you.”

“I’m sorry that I got you fired,” Angel said, his voice higher than he wanted it to come out. 

“This isn’t about the job, Angel! All these months and you never checked on me to see if I was okay.”

Angel stood there as Agony lowered his head. 

“I didn’t just lose my job, I lost my friend,” Agony said after a few moments.

Angel took a step closer to him, and Agony recoiled. “I wanted to make things right, that’s why I–

“I don’t care,” Agony spat out. “Delete my number–if you even saved it in your phone in the first place.”

Angel watched as Agony walked away from him and the small crowd that was gathering around them as they fought in the street. Angel grabbed Fat Nuggets and took off running in the opposite direction. He ran as fast as he could–the wind stinging his eyes as he made his way towards the hotel. When he got there, he stopped just inside the door.

He breathed deeply, Fat Nuggets struggling to break free of his hold. Angel let him down and he scuffled towards the bar. 

“You good, kid?” Husk said from across the lobby. 

Angel heard the words echo in his head. He looked over at Husk, who was coming around the side of the bar towards him. His heavy breathing soon became gasps. 

“Kid?” Husk prompted, Fat Nuggets following him as he began walking over with more urgency. 

Angel brought his hands to his head, cupping his palms around his temples as he tried to will himself into calming down. His gasping turned into choked sobs in the blink of an eye and tears began streaming down his face. 

“Angel,” Husk said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Angel felt his touch, and his entire body jolted from the contact. He threw himself back, and Husk stepped closer. 

“Go away,” Angel’s voice strained against his sobs, his hands going to the floor to pick up Fat Nuggets. Once he gathered him in his hands, Angel started towards the stairs–to his room. 

But Husk grabbed his arm, stopping his progress towards his place of solitude. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” Angel spat out quickly and tore his hand away. “Leave me the fuck alone.”

Angel didn’t spare him another glance before he ran away. He sprinted to his room, setting Fat Nuggets down on his bed as he paced. He tripped over laundry piles as he walked around his room–trying to calm himself down. But instead of quieter, his sobs became louder, echoing in his bedroom. He covered his mouth, feeling his tears stream down them as well. 

All he could think about was his exchange with Agony. The guilt and shame washed over him all over again in an instant. All those weeks that Angel had been agonizing over his role in getting Agony fired he hadn’t reached out once. He hadn’t even thought about it. He just resigned himself to believing that Agony wouldn’t want to hear from him. 

Then, his mind went to Tezan.

Not only did he manage to figure out that Spitzers was opening his own agency–he’d somehow caught on that Angel was arranging for Brut and Agony to join him. In one foul swoop, Tezan had managed to destroy everything. 

Angel wiped at his eyes, trying to stop the tears from coming, but they wouldn’t subside. But without looking where he was going, Angel tripped on a pile of laundry and fell forward. He picked himself up, planting his ass on the floor with his bed to his back. He pulled his knees into himself and cried harder. 

Angel barely heard the door open, and when he looked up he saw Husk. 

“Would you just go?” Angel asked him, the lump in his throat making it hard to speak. 

“No,” Husk said. 

Angel hid his face in his arms, the urge to hide himself coming as easily as his tears. 

Husk didn’t say anything–he simply came and sat down next to Angel. At first, the intrusion was unwelcome. Angel wanted to push him towards the door until he was able to slam it in his face. But all he could do was cry. 

“Please leave,” Angel begged.

“Take some deep breaths,” Husk said quietly. 

Angel clamped his mouth shut, not wanting to make any loud noises. He breathed in through his nose slowly and when he exhaled, another sob came out.

“Get outta my room!”

“Would you just let me sit with ya!?”

Angel looked at Husk, and threw his fuzzy vision he made out Husk’s concerned expression. He blinked and several tears fell away onto his cheeks. Angel hid his face again, this time, doing as Husk asked and started to focus on breathing. He struggled to get some air around his sobs–but he did well enough. He stuttered on a few inhales, but after a while, even his tears stopped. 

He followed his breaths in and out, feeling his lungs swell and deflate. The sensation soothed him. When it looked like he was through the worst of it, he looked over at Husk. He was sitting with one leg crossed and the other bent looking at his hands as they lay on his lap. He didn’t look over at Angel once, which he supposed he should be grateful for. Angel looked and felt like a mess–Husk didn’t need to see that. 

“I’m fine now,” Angel sniffed. 

Husk didn’t look at him, instead choosing to close his hand into a fist.

“I’m serious, you don’t need to be here.”

This time, Husk did look over at him–and his face seemed tired. 

“What?”

“You’ve been off for a while now,” Husk said, his eyes finding the piles of laundry in front of them. 

Angel tried to think back to his interactions with Husk. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” 

It seemed that Husk wasn’t willing to elaborate either, because he shrugged.

“I’m good,” Angel lied, “Really, I don’t need you here.”

“You’re in the pits, ain’t ya?” Husk looked at him dead in the eyes.

Angel clammed up, he looked away from him, suddenly not to keen on eye contact.

“I don’t care if you tell me or not, but I’m gonna sit with ya until you get it figured out.”

“Then you’re gonna be sittin’ for a while,” Angel remarked bitterly. “I don’t know what to do anymore.”

Husk didn’t say anything after that, just continued to sit with Angel. To be honest, it was making him kind of uncomfortable. He wanted to fill the silence–no–he needed to. 

“Things haven’t been goin’ that great for me, not really.” Angel said after a long while. 

Husk remained quiet. 

“I was working on a project with some real talent a few months ago. Valentino wanted me to charm an investor so we could fund advertising, but I got too close and Valentino blacklisted him.” Angel recounted. “Valentino dropped the project and everyone lost their jobs. He then made me whore myself out to other investors.”

Husk listened without batting an eye.

“After Valentino started working with him, I didn’t feel safe at work so I got rid of him the only way I knew how.”

Husk nodded his head, no doubt recalling the situation. He’d given him the advice that prevented Tezan from bothering him too much at work.

“I recorded him badmouthing Valentino–so he blacklisted him too,” Angel sighed. “But he’s held a grudge, and I guess I can’t blame him.”

Husk waited for Angel to continue.

“The first investor? I ran into him and he was doing perfectly fine despite the blacklist–so I told him that he should open his own agency. I even steered him towards that talented director that Valentino fired.”

Angel smiled bitterly as he recalled the conversation with Spitzers. He was so happy that he might actually be able to fix his mistake from before by giving Brut and Agony work again. But…

“The other investor caught on to my plan I guess and met with my co-star, Agony. He told him that I was the reason the project got dropped. He said he couldn’t find work, and…” Angel trailed off. 

Husk waited patiently for him to continue, but Angel wasn’t sure that he could. He finally realized what Agony was saying to him in front of the cafe. 

“He told me he was in the pits–and he didn’t have me there to sit with him,” Angel said, his eyes stinging with tears again. He hid his face again, letting his tears fall quietly. Then, he felt Husk’s hand on his back. He didn’t jolt this time, or try to shake him off. Instead, he allowed Husk’s gentle touch to soothe him.

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When the Sun Sets - Part 2

Our Job

Characters:

morgan winchester (OC), sam winchester, dean winchester, bobby singer, ellen harvelle

Summary:

the fallout of morgan’s decision.

Warnings (for entire story):

SPN typical violence, so so much suppressing of emotions, vague mention of SA, depiction of torture, a very pro-torture main character, vague mention of not eating for a while, slightly suicidal ideation, SPN typical alcohol abuse, spoiler warning up to the end of season 8, following canon stops after the end of season 2, but things are definitely going to be mentioned.

Word Count:

4.3k ~ roughly

A/N:

you don’t even know how much i hate this part. there's so much dialogue i wanna cry. i tried to rush through all hell breaks loose as fast as possible so i can post my personal favorite part (the next one - the inbetween.)

dean: 27, morgan: 26, sam: 23

Morgan was silent the entire drive to Bobby's. The boys were talking as usual, but as she sat in the backseat, Dean wasn't letting her rest. If looks could kill, she'd have been six feet under before they got in the car. She knew he would demand a talk with her. And she wasn't clueless to the fact that Bobby would too when he saw Sam up and about.

She couldn't look her brother in the eye, but every time she felt his eyes on her, she'd glance up and away just as fast. She tried to think about how Dean felt when he found out about their father's deal to save him. As if he had to tread lightly on borrowed time or that he shouldn't have even been walking around in the first place. Like it was unfair that he was alive, and John wasn't. She had a feeling she'd be hearing about that.

She knew her brother wasn't stupid, and if anything, Bobby was smarter. Once Bobby found out it wasn't Dean, there was only one other person to turn to.

They'd probably try to make her regret it, but she didn't. She didn't think she ever could. Even if Sam felt guilty about it for the rest of his life, he would at least get to live the rest of his life. However long that might be.

Knocking on the door at Bobby's was tense. Dean wouldn't give her a moment of reprieve, his furious gaze staying put on the side of her head. And her not giving in only pissed him off more. She was preoccupied, to put it lightly, almost more nervous about Bobby's reaction. It didn't take long for him to answer the door, and he looked like his stomach was about to fall out of his ass.

"Hey, Bobby," Dean greeted, the same angry tone in his voice. Sam saying the same right after, but looking at his brother, confused. Morgan knew Sam had noticed their demeanors since he woke up, Dean looked like he was ready to commit murder and she looked like his next victim.

"Sam," Bobby stuttered out, pure shock on his face. "It's good to...see you up and around."

"Yeah, well, thanks for patching me up," Sam said as he patted the older man on the shoulder, walking right in like he belonged there. Which, to be fair, they all did.

Bobby was looking straight at Dean as he followed Sam, like he was the guilty one. "Don't mention it." Morgan followed her brothers, but as Dean looked at Bobby, shook his head, and looked at her, with an expression that told him everything, Bobby's bewilderment grew even larger and more obvious.

"Well, Sam's better. And we can get back into it now. So, what do you know?" She didn't look at him when she said it. She didn't miss Sam's confusion as he looked between the three of them, like he knew something was up but couldn't put his finger on it.

Bobby quickly filled them in, it was as if he was rushing to get all the information out in the open so he could pull Morgan off to talk. She could barely even blink before he was telling Sam to take a look at the map and to try to figure out why one single area of Wyoming was untouched by demons. Then he asked Morgan and Dean to help him bring some boxes out from his truck. The 'needing extra hands' excuse was nonchalant enough to get them alone. Dean nodded, and she could tell he was tempted to drag her out by her ear, but she wasn't about to go that easily. She wasn't about to get torn into that easily.

"I'll stay here," Morgan refused. "Give Sam another pair'a eyes."

"No, need all the hands I can get," Bobby ordered sharply. And at Sam's large eyes questioning why she wasn't going with them, she relented. She knew how this would go. They'd yell, act all mad, but then they'd realize why she did it. They'd realize they were more sad than angry and then they'd deflate.

It was only a few moments of stress before they got far enough out of ear shot when Dean shoved her up against one of the cars.

"You stupid bitch! What did you do, Mo?" He accused, holding her still by the collar. But she could see the terror in his eyes as he pushed her against the car a second time. It always came out in some kind of fury at first with him. This wasn't the first time Dean had shoved her. She knew she could take a few of his punches, and if that's what this came to, she'd be able to handle herself. There were very few living humans that could fight off Dean Winchester, and Sam and Morgan were most of them. "What did you do?!"

She didn't even bother fighting back, though, letting Dean keep his hands on her. She knew if she tried hard enough, she could get him off, but she just kept her  eyes on the ground. Too much of a damn coward to look at her brother. She couldn't bare to see more pain in his features, see how beaten down he was becoming. How tired he was.

"You made a deal. For Sam, didn't you?" Bobby asked, questioning her, like she had committed a crime and they were trying to put her in jail. Her silence was enough of an answer that Bobby sighed, shaking his head. "How long they give you?"

"Bobby-"

"How long?!" Dean demanded, gripping the collar of her shirt even tighter until his knuckles turned white, as if she'd try to get away. "You look at me, you coward."

She let out a shaky breath, putting off saying it for as long as she could. It was like pulling out her own teeth, but eventually looked at her brother and rasped out the words.

"One year."

Dean ripped his hands off of her, as if she burned him. In some kind of self torture, she kept her eyes on Dean, and it was like watching him catch Sam all over again. He didn't need to speak for her to know how upset he was, how ruined he felt, like he'd never have another win again. It was like watching Sam fall into his arms over and over and over. She could practically hear his heart shattering in his chest.

She finally turned back to Bobby after sitting in that for a moment, biting that bullet. He, hauntingly, looked exactly like her brother. He breathed. "Damn it, Morgan."

"It's why we gotta find Yellow-Eyes," Morgan declared, keeping her gaze away from her brother on purpose. "I can kill him myself, now. Got nothing else to lose."

With that, Dean shoved her again, the despair quickly wiped from his face, replaced with the white-hot anger from a moment ago. He was seething, but she still couldn't tell if it was because she beat him to the punch or if he was genuinely sad he'd lose her in a year. Probably a mix of both, but  she convinced herself it was the former rather than the latter. "I should send you downstairs ahead of schedule."

She kept her face blank as she chuckled humorlessly. "Yeah, have fun with that."

"What is it with you Winchesters, huh?" Bobby asked, the emotion making his voice break. "You, your dad, you're all just itching to throw yourselves down the pit!"

"That's not the point, Bobby!" Morgan roared, getting angry now herself. She pushed Dean off of her with all her strength, which was stronger than she thought it was, given how exhausted she was. He stumbled back and she finally returned the death glares he'd been sending her all day. "At least now, Dad can get what he wanted."

"What does that mean?!" Dean shouted back at her.

"It means," Morgan paused, taking a breath, to stop herself from yelling anymore. "You and Sam? Better at hunting than I am. It means, you'll have one less mouth to feed."

"What?" Dean breathed, like he couldn't even believe the words coming out of his sister's mouth. Like he was shocked she could even say such a thing.

At the utter confusion he was doing nothing to hide, she realized they weren't as similar as she thought. She thought he had seen it. The way they were never able to take a break in whatever motel room they had found, even when John wasn't working a case. That it was always about who could follow orders better, who could get closer to the bullseye, who could disassemble and clean their guns quicker and to a higher standard. She had thought, as they grew up, he noticed it, and that's why Dean started backing off. He stopped getting on her case about doing what dad said, he stopped giving her tips on how to aim. She thought that was why he took back the knife he had given her, because he needed all the help he could get in fighting for John's approval.

Did he forget the fight they had? The only real fight her and Dean ever had? The only one about something more than the way they bugged each other? She had blown up at him, something she very rarely did. But Dean had cut her off, by saying the worst thing he had ever said to her. Something she'd never forget.

"You wanna know why I'm the one that goes on all the hunts with dad? Because I'm actually good at my job. You're just another person I have to take care of. I mean, Dad tells Sam to make sure you don't do anything stupid when we leave. And I'm fucking tired of it. I'm tired of you."

It was one of the few times she didn't regret punching him.

"Why would I let him die, when I could just...take out the defected one?" Morgan sobbed, overcome with tears she couldn't hold back anymore, that fight so prevalent in her mind. It never left her. And all the stress of the last few days, it all came pouring out. And even if she had forgiven Dean for saying it, she never really thought he didn't believe it. And she saw the realization dawn on him. "Something good can out of it. Maybe my life will finally mean something."

"What, and it didn't before? Have you got that low an opinion of yourself? Are you that screwed in the head?!"

She didn't look at Bobby, even after he yelled at her, she kept her eyes on Dean, and she knew he could finally see the toll their father's words had taken on her. The toll his words had taken on her. She was taking herself out of the race for the crown they had both spent their whole lives fighting for, and he didn't have to ask her why. She didn't have to tell him she knew he would've done it too, and he knew there was no way in hell she would've let him. Her and Dean's relationship was strained, but underneath all of it, they loved each other. They would protect each other with everything they had. And she was exhausted. This way the fight was over. He could officially be the one that ended up in John's best graces, but she would be dead, so she didn't have to worry about it anymore.

Morgan finally turned to Bobby, letting him see how drained she was. How little fight she had left in her. "Dean told me to patch him up but I didn't. I froze, and then he died because I couldn't move. I couldn't leave it-I-I had to fix it, Bobby. He's my little brother."

"Mo, it wasn't-"

"How's your little brother gonna feel when he knows you're going to Hell?" Bobby grilled her. Then he turned to Dean, if only to prove his point, not caring that he cut him off. "How'd you feel when you knew your dad went for you?"

"You can't tell him," Morgan begged, not letting Dean answer. "Whatever you do, just don't tell him. Please."

"He'll figure it out," Dean said, his voice hollow after finally getting the truth. "He's not stupid."

"I know. Just, not yet."

When Ellen turned up at Bobby's, and they had tested her with holy water, Morgan gave her a big hug. It was comforting, someone that didn't know what the last two days had meant to the Winchesters was in their presence. It was like she could finally relax. But when they realized what the yellow-eyed demon's plans were, they had to rush to the cemetery in Wyoming - the only time anyone had ever rushed into Wyoming.

They were already there by the time Jake had gotten into the cemetery, hiding behind tall headstones, staying out of sight. Once he had reached the plot he was looking for, Ellen, Bobby, Morgan, Dean and Sam stepped out from behind the graves, guns drawn and loaded. They surrounded him from all sides, trapping him in.

"Howdy, Jake," Sam said as they all inched closer and revealed themselves.

"Wait, you were dead," Jake said, dumbfounded. "I killed you."

"Yeah? Well, next time finish the job."

"I did! I cut clean through your spinal cord, man." Jake explained. And Morgan didn't miss when Sam looked at her and Dean with a question in his eyes. Morgan ignored it, and she was pretty sure Dean did too as they looked back at him. "You can't be alive. You can't be."

"Okay," Bobby said, trying to defuse the tension. But this guy had five guns on him, there was no way to calm this down. "Just take it real easy there, son."

"And if I don't?"

"Wait and see!" Sam threatened.

"What," Jake taunted. "You a tough guy all of a sudden? What are you gonna do? Kill me?"

"It's a thought."

"You had your chance. you couldn't."

"I won't make that mistake twice."

Morgan's hands were shaking. She didn't like this, she always hated this part of the job. The killing, the traps, the risks. Nothing ever went their way and she didn't think it would magically start now.

If her life experiences had taught her anything, it would be to expect the worst. Always.

Jake laughed evilly at Sam's words, like he was a bug under his shoe.

"What are you smiling at, you little bitch?" Dean seethed.

"Hey, sweetheart," Jake said, turning to Morgan. And she wanted to shoot him just for calling her that. "Do me a favor put that gun to your head." Her hand started shaking even more, as she fought the compulsion. But it was too much, she wasn't strong enough to fight it. Jake was forcing her with whatever powers he had. As soon as the gun was pressed against her temple, Jake laughed again, his voice sour and menacing. "See, Sam? That Ava girl was right. Once you give into it, there's all sorts of new Jedi mind tricks you can learn."

"Let her go!" Sam demanded.

"Shoot him," Morgan whispered shakily, like it took all of her strength just to speak. She didn't exactly want to die. They thought of going to Hell early? Well, it wasn't exactly on the to-do list. But she figured if one of them wasn't supposed to survive that night, it should be her.

Being held under the control of someone else was enough to strip her of all the energy Morgan had left. She couldn't get any more words out, her lips were pushed closed by an unseeable force. "You'll be mopping up skull before you get a shot off. Everybody put your guns down. Besides you, babe."

Bobby, Sam, Ellen and Dean all dropped their guns as Jake thanked them, and ran towards the crypt. Before she knew what was happening, she was pressing down on the trigger, but the gun was knocked from her hand and it went off in the air. The shot rang out, and it didn't take long for her to realize Dean had knocked the gun from her hand. Jake put the Colt in the lock, and the door on the crypt started to spin as Morgan heard four more shots ring out. By the time she had looked up, Jake was dying on the floor and Sam was above him, still pointing the gun at him.

"Please, don't," Jake begged, his voice gurgled from the blood going into his lungs. "Please-"

Sam fired out three more shots, killing him instantly.

Morgan had never seen Sam so bloodthirsty. The look on his face was inhuman, one of a monster that was ready to keep killing. But before she could dwell on it she heard the door to the crypt moving, and Bobby yelling at them to take cover.

"It's a devil's gate!" Ellen yelled at the Winchesters, as her and Bobby ran to it to try to close it. "A damn door to Hell!"

Before she could even move, an invisible force had thrown Morgan and Dean away from the gate, her head bashing into a grave stone a little ways away. The pain shot through her like a bullet. She groaned as she landed, dragging herself up to sit against it. When she brought her gaze back up in front of her, she saw Yellow-Eyes coming at her, and Sam running behind him. "Mo!"

She was too dizzy to move as Yellow-Eyes pushed Sam against a tree. "I'll get to you in a minute, champ. I'm proud of you. Knew you had it in ya."

The demon turned to Dean, as he was getting himself ready to stand, but Yellow-Eyes pushed him back, keeping him down. "Sit a spell. Gotta talk to your sis. Don't mind, do you?" He asked, but wasn't holding his breath to find out what Dean would say. "Morgan, Morgan, Morgan. I gotta thank you," He whispered putting his full attention on her, keeping her still with whatever powers he had. "You see, demons can't resurrect people unless a deal is made. I know, red tape - it'll make you nuts. But thanks to you, Sammy's back in rotation. Now I wasn't counting on that, but I'm glad. Liked him better than Jake, anyhow. Tell me, you ever hear the expression, 'if a deal sounds too good to be true, it probably is?'"

"You call that deal, good?" Morgan asked, keeping her face blank, but she couldn't ignore the blood dripping down her face from the gash. Or the way her head was spinning from being, oh, you know, thrown into a damn gravestone.

"Well, it's better than the one your dad got," He said, as if conspiring with her. "And you never wondered why? I'm kind of surprised at you. I mean, you saw what your brother did to Jake, right? Pretty cold, huh? How certain are you that what you brought back is a hundred percent little Sammy?" She wouldn't admit it, but he practically read her mind. Honestly, he probably did. Powerful demons could do that. She let her eyes fall on her younger brother. "After watching your brother come back and watching daddy drop dead, you of all people should know that what's dead, should stay dead. Anyway, thanks a bunch. I knew I kept you alive for some reason. 'Til now anyway. I couldn't'a done without your pathetic, self-loathing, self-destructive desire to sacrifice yourself for your family."

Before she knew it, the Colt was pointed at her, but something stopped Yellow-Eyes from pulling the trigger. Some spirit came up behind him and practically pulled the demon out of his vessel. The spirit was wrestling with it, trying to keep it in his hold, and it suddenly hit her who he was.

It was John.

Her father's spirit.

He got the demon back into the body, but by the time the vessel had stood back up, Dean had the Colt pointed right at his chest and shot him right in the heart, killing him instantly.

At the same time, Ellen and Bobby had gotten the gate closed and John's spirit was made obvious to everyone in the graveyard. He put his arm on Dean's shoulder, in a silent thank you and to tell him he was proud of him. Then he looked at Sam with the same expression on his face.

Then his gaze fell on Morgan, and it changed a little. Like he knew exactly what she did. She imagined he did know, and she almost thought he'd reprimand her for putting herself at risk, even if it meant it kept Sam alive. But then she remembered her father and who he really was, and his face morphed into gratitude. He was thanking her, for keeping his favorite child alive, even if it was at the cost of her own life.

A part of her resented that, but the other part hoped he'd finally be able to rest after this. And in a haze of white flame, he disappeared.

There was a few moments of quiet between the siblings, in awe of what had just happened. "Dad really climbed out of Hell, huh?" Sam asked lightly, breaking the silence.

"The door was open," Dean said. "And if anyone's stubborn enough to do it, it would be him."

"Where do you think he is now?"

"At peace," Morgan whispered, unsure, but her brothers nodded. "Hopefully."

"I don't know what to say, I mean, our whole lives have been leading up to this."

"I do," Dean said, before squatting over the vessel that once held the demon that ruined their lives. "That was for our mom, you son of a bitch."

It didn't take too long to clean up. Sam helped her sanitize the open wound on her face, declaring it wouldn't need stitches, just some careful maintenance for a few days. Bobby took Ellen back to his car while Sam, Dean and Morgan went back to the Impala, as always. The air was somber and eerily quiet after that massive explosion of demons coming out of Hell. She knew that wasn't something they'd ignore, but that was tomorrow's problem. Tonight, they would recuperate.

"You know," Sam said as Morgan opened the back door to the car. "When Jake saw me, it was like he saw a ghost." She slammed the door loudly at his words and walked towards him. She looked at Dean, and he already had his eyes on her. There was anger she knew he wouldn't keep in check for long in them. She needed to get ahead of it. "I mean, you heard him, guys. He said he killed me."

"Well, he was wrong," Morgan denied, trying to leave no room for a dispute.

"I don't think he was, Mo. What happened after I was stabbed?"

"We already told you," She said sharply, hoping he'd take the damn hint.

"Not everything."

"Dean just killed the demon, Sam!" Morgan's voice rose, but she tried to put on a small smile. "Can't we just, I don't know, celebrate for a minute?"

"Did I die?" Sam insisted, switching back and forth between his older siblings. He wasn't dropping it, and Morgan knew that. But she really didn't want to have this conversation. She didn't want Sam to know. She didn't want him to feel the guilt of knowing she would be dying for him in a year's time.

"Sam-"

"Did you, or-or Dean, sell your soul for me? Like dad did?"

"Oh, come on," Dean said, finally entering the conversation. Maybe to help his sister, maybe to let her reap what she sewed. "I didn't."

Oh, fuck off, Dean.

"Mo?" She scoffed, not wanting to admit it. "Morgan, tell me the truth." Shaking her head, she rubbed her hand down her face, almost wincing when she hit the gash on her forehead. She had to look away, keeping her gaze down towards the ground, not able to face her little brother. She knew her silence was her answer and he didn't ask again. She might know both of her brother's tells, but they knew her's too. "How long do you get?"

She chuckled humorlessly, shaking her head, silently telling him she didn't want him to know. The emotion in Sam's voice had her ready to cry, but she pushed it down. And when Dean cleared his throat, telling her she wasn't getting out of it, she finally looked at Sam. Who looked like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. The middle Winchester closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"A year."

Sam let out a sob, "A year?" She looked back at him, and this time it was him that couldn't handle the sight of her. "You shouldn't have done that. How could you do that?"

"Don't get mad at me. You don't get to do that."

"Oh, we don't?" Dean spat.

"Screw you, Dean, I mean seriously!" Morgan argued, her voice rising as she turned to her older brother. "You were gonna do it, too. Don't pretend you weren't. You're just mad 'cause I got there first. And Sam," She looked back at him and then at the sky. It was black and dreary, something she'd always hated. Night time was when the monsters crawled out of their caves and started fucking shit up. It only made her angrier at her situation. "How was I supposed to just let you die? When I knew there was something that could bring you back, I was supposed to just ignore that?"

"Yes!" Dean yelled back at her. "If it means it's gonna kill you, you ignore it! Absolutely!"

"I had to look out for you." She didn't relent, but her voice had lost the volume it once held. "That's our job."

"And what do think my job is?" Sam asked, his voice raising a little as well. But before he went on, he took a breath, calming himself down. "You've saved my life over and over. I mean, the two of you sacrifice everything for me, don't you think I'd do the same for you? You're my big sister. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. I don't care what it takes, I'm gonna get you out of this."

No, Sam. You won't.

[1000punks]

Guarded.

pairing: Himself (my druid OC) x Moss (@neckromantics 's sorcerer OC) warnings: T for Teen. pining. cuddling. no graphic stuff yet. word count: 864

summary: Himself is a wood elf druid, and Moss is a half-elf sorcerer. Their relationship is slowly developing over the course of our D&D campaign. Read more about Moss here. Also, go follow @neckromantics ! They'll be posting Himself x Moss stuff too!

When the half-elf had approached him the first time, he had been flustered about the questions they had asked, and the lack of answers they had provided. He couldn't help but think that they had an inkling of his growing attraction for them, but if they had, they had made no indication.

It was so complicated, given the memory loss. So difficult to be a gentleman, as well, but he had persisted. He hadn't met someone so attractive to him in a long time. But, he also couldn't dream of pushing them out of their comfort zone; it wasn't an option. So he took what they offered as if they had fed him out of their hand.

"Can you sleep with me?" It had left him wide-eyed and begging for context, so much so that he bent down to be at eye level with them.

"What are you talking about, Moss?" he asked, tilting his head. "You don't mean… We barely know each other." Himself let out a nervous bark of laughter. "I can't have you falling for me just yet." It had been a truth disguised as a joke.

They surprised him by laughing wildly. "What are you talking about? I'm standing perfectly upright!" They glanced down, and their face fell in confusion. "Aren't I?" Himself bit his lip, looking away while he collected himself.

"It's a deal, then," he reached up and smoothed a hand through their hair, straightening up to his full height once again. "Come find me when you're ready to sleep." It took a few nights before he understood why the half-elf had asked at all. Then he saw them have their first fit, the way they writhed and moaned out, sitting bolt upright in their bedroll at one point and letting out a series of panicked gasps. Himself was only surprised for a moment before he pushed his head against their chest to get them to lie back. They did, and he lay next to them, curling up and watching the darkness. After a short time, he fell into Reverie.

That's how it started, and now he was curled up next to them with their face buried in his fur. He couldn't chance being in human form for this, he would be too tempted to hold them to his chest the entire night. So he stayed in his direwolf shape, trying to keep a steady heart rate every night that Moss had thrown their arms around his neck when they drifted off. In the mornings, he entertained himself with licking their face when it was time to wake them up. It was the closest he could get to a good morning kiss, and still get away with it.

Himself thought the game was up when they approached him one evening after supper when he was lounging by the fire. "Why do you always wild shape before you go to sleep?" The way they stood over him and asked was so point-blank it made his skin flush with embarrassment. He couldn't tell them, surely? They would either reject him or have a reaction he would have no idea how to prepare for. So, for now, he kept with a white lie.

"To keep you warm." He grinned his wolfish grin. "But if you find all the fur too much, I can…" he trailed off when they glanced away. They looked distracted for some reason. "Hey," he murmured, reaching up from where he was sitting and taking their chin between two fingers. "Still with me?" Moss nodded, looking confused. "I can choose something different if you prefer. Wolf is just easiest, you know, second nature." They bit their lip, seemingly lost in thought.

"To keep me warm?" they finally asked. "I can sleep closer to the fire, if you're worried about me getting cold." The druid fought a laugh. He was worried, of course, but not necessarily about them freezing in the night. Perhaps more about them rolling over into the firepit, in that situation. When he came upon them that night though, they had dragged their bedroll directly next to the fire, almost closer than Frank, with his cold blood. He whined, trotting over and curling up at their side dutifully. The furthest side from the fire. Moss was already out. He gathered his paws in front of him and lay his head down on top, closing his eyes when they rolled towards him. He would just be extra vigilant that night, he thought. But instead of falling into Reverie, he fell asleep.

Hours later, Himself woke up with his face buried in Moss' neck, clutching them so tightly that his fingertips were pressing into their back. He was sweating, shirtless, panting against their skin. Blinking, he started to piece things together. He didn't fall into his usual trance, so he had lost concentration at some point, and lost his wild shape. When had he grabbed them? The elf looked down, moving his head gingerly to not startle them. He smiled at what he found.

Their arms were locked tightly around his waist. For now, that was enough, he decided. He would deal with the questions in the morning.

hey, if you're here because you like my other writing, i sure hope you like this too! mosself is my new obsession. my writing side-piece, if you will. i'm so excited also to be doing this in collaboration with Aura (@neckromantics), because Moss is a thrilling and complex character.

please please please go check out their blog and wait patiently for their mosself stuff as well, cause i guarantee it'll have you on your back.

[thatoneadhdseabunny]

Seven Minutes in Heaven

Hey All!! First actual story post!

Note: This was written with an OC in mind, who has her own story, as well as will be the main focus of most of my fics. However, I'm thinking I might make a lil' collection of x Reader stories, so stay tuned for those!

OC's Name: Miami Blue Lycan

Pairing: Miami Lycan x Garroth Ro'meave

”So, when are you gonna ask him?” Kawaii~Chan asked, holding the top of her cup lazily. And like I always did when she brought him up, My face burst into flame.

“I-i- wh-what?” I asked, turning to the pink haired girl. “Ask who what?” “Garroth-Kun, obviously.” She said, wiggling her fingers in a wave to Garroth. Who was currently staring directly at me. I pulled the skirt lower, trying to cover my legs. They were always too friggin’ thick.

“KC, Me and Garroth aren’t a thing! Haven’t been for a while.” We haven’t talked much since I moved in. Mostly it’s jusg been reconnecting with friends not…

whatever Garroth Ro’meave is.

”Well, anyway, I see Aphmau-Senpai over there, so I’m gonna go talk to her, m’kay?” Kawaii-Chan giggled, walking over to Aph.

“I love KC as a friend, but actually what the heck is she talking about right now.” She’s planning something. Most of the time at Parties, she’d be trying to talk to Katelyn, maybe Dante, but her and Aph plot…

“AUGH!” I jumped, putting my fists up. Garroth gave me some space, hands up, with a smirk on his face.

"Hey Miami." I deadpanned, as Garroth held in his laughter. "What?" I snorted, and I coughed, trying to cover whatever that was, and crossed my arms.

"Nothing, just you scaring the absolute crap out of me, no big deal." I groaned, rubbing my forehead. I caught sight of Garroth's smile and blushed a little. Pushing my sunglasses down. "Keep it cool, Mia-" I thought, looking away. I don't want to hurt him.

"Well, I think this'll be worth it. I have a game we can play~" He teased, guiding my chin back towards him. My heartbeat picked up, and I took a shaky breath. I looked away, cheeks flaming.

"What game would that be, Gar?" I asked, wincing at the wobble in my voice, stupid Garroth, always being so cute, and persuasive, and stuff.

"Well, Travis started a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven." Garroth suggested, and I smiled, expertly hiding the internal panic.

"Uh oh." I thought, my cheeks keeping their same temperature, barely feeling Garroth's palms.

I sat in the circle, glancing around at all of the people around. "I have no clue why I'm so nervous, I've never played this game." I thought, looking over to Garroth.

"Alright! I'm sure you all know the rules to this game, so let's get started!" Travis shouted, causing a cheer to rise from the group. I spaced out, focused more on the beat of the music playing softly in the background, turned down in favor of hearing other's talk. I snapped out of it, feeling Garroth lightly brush over my knuckles. I looked down at my hand, before meeting Garroth's comforting eyes. He tilted his head towards Travis, making my head follow his lead, and turn towards the white haired man.

"You ready, M?" He asked, a concerned look on his face. I nodded, rubbing the arm keeping me propped up.

"Y-yeah, sure." I answered, a small smile on mine. I took the bottle in my hands, and took a deep breath. "What's the point of this game anyway?" I thought, mindlessly spinning the bottle. What do you do when you get in the closet?" I thought, before a weird noise tickled my ears, as I looked up, to see Kawaii~Chan, as well as others giving me a smirk. I blinked, confusion evident on my face, before I looked to Garroth. Whose face was completely red.

"Oh my Gosh, Gar! Are you oka-" I started, before he pulled me up to my feet, and dragged me behind him to the closet situated right before the front door. It was small, and cramped, especially with the four jackets taking up space in the already tiny place. 'Wh-what are we doi-" I was abruptly interrupted by the closeness of Garroth's face to mine. His breath was fanning over my face, and "Oh, Irene, why?" I blushed, as he didn't pull away, his eyes flicking to my lips, as I took a step back, and a hit to the head. "Agh." I winced, feeling the back of my head.

"Jeez, Mia, you alright?" He asked, putting his hand wehre I bumped it.

"Y-yeah. I'm good. Thanks for checking." I said, looking up to where his face is. It was quiet for a little bit, before a question ambled its way into my brain. "So! Uh, how do you play this game?" I asked, shyly, tilting my head so my hair would fall in my face, and getting comfy in my spot on the wall.

"You don't know?" Garroth asked, a bit of confusion in his voice. I could hear his heartbeat quicken. His hand rested on my cheek “When did it get there?” as he pulled me closer, “Is he gonna kiss me?”and I’ve never been this close with anyone but him, “Where do I put my hands?” and somehow, I’m not mad at it “WHY AM I SO CALM?”

“D-don’t know what?” I stuttered, looking up into those beautiful blue eyes. He ran his thumb over my cheek tenderly, as he thought.

“How dare he just casually give me a heart attack?!?”

“Most of the time, at least at these parties, Seven Minutes in Heaven is used when the group wants two people to get together.” I tilted my head, a bit confused.

“W-well, doesn’t that mean… that people want us to get together?” I asked, hands still chilling at my sides as a piece of curly hair dropped into my face.

“Maybe…” He chuckled a little, and I did too at the quiet filling the dark room. I felt his heartbeat quicken again.

“So… how to these people end up getting together?” I asked, and I felt his hand brush against my forehead. I heard his heartbeat quicken again, making me tap my fingers against the wall. He quickly stopped the clicking but gently grabbing hold of my hands, making my heartbeat quicken now. “Werewolf’s pace…”

“Is it okay if I show you?” I nodded slowly, closing my eyes, heart still beating quite fast.

“Alright Love Birds! Come on out!” Kawaii Chan giggled. The door quickly opened to reveal a happy Garroth and a profusely blushing Miami.

Hey All! This was actually a deleted scene from my version of Season One, and there’s more to come! (What are we thinking, Love~Love Paradise, or Falcon Claw University?)

Love you all, and I hope you liked it :)

[searchingsomewhere]

Simple Things

Oneshot, Megumi x OC

After the fight with Hanami, Megumi goes to check in on his friend.

Introducing another of my OCs, Daiki. If you've read, All Too Well, you might recognize her technique. Of course, I'm happy to share more about it in a separate post as well if anyone is interested.

Images of his friends dying haunted Megumi's mind.

First, it was Yuji. Sometimes when he closed his eyes he could still see his friend's heart beating rapidly in the wet grass.

Then, it was Daiki. Megumi had never experienced fear like that. Even facing Sukuna was a more favorable feeling. The sickening sound of her limp body striking the ground, knees first before collapsing had struck a visceral cord in him he'd never experienced before.

His hands were clammy. It was pouring outside and awfully humid. Maybe he could just pretend that was why. He had no excuse for the fluttering in his stomach, though. Megumi nervously wiped his hand on his pants. His pocket weighed thousands of pounds.

Daiki was a level-headed person. She wouldn't think it's weird for him to check on her, right? They were friends. Friends did that kind of thing.

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Every bone in Daiki's body ached. Every muscle, every vein, every hair on her head hurt every time she took a breath. Shoko was an incredible doctor, but even she had limits.

"Tell me your name," Daiki had said to the Special Grade, "So I know what to label your talisman."

She had been so cocky. So sure of herself that she could seal that tree branch freak away for good.

"Imanah$ouy#tsumeb/ehtreleas," it said.

Stupid broccoli looking ass couldn't even speak. Daiki squeezed her eyes closed, the memory creeping back in bringing nothing but sickening feelings of embarrassment with it.

At first, it worked. Inumaki had slowed it down just enough for her to slap her seal on its back. She poured as much cursed energy into it as she felt was safe to do, just to make sure it couldn't get out. And while her peers were marveling at her technique, she was too busy focusing on how fast the ground was spinning under her feet.

Then she felt the sudden surge of cursed energy burst from the paper talisman on the ground. Daiki had barely whipped her around to warn the others before that one armed asshole popped back into existence in an explosion of paper, smoke, and debris.

Daiki gripped her pillow, shoving her face into it.

That thing was faster and stronger than anything she had encountered before. The last thing she heard before starting her Domain Expansion hand signs was Megumi's panicked scream. She had barely gotten one sign completed before she was thrown into the wall.

Her memory was patchy from there on. She vaguely recalled the sensation of being picked up, her head lulling to the side while someone was screaming for her to wake up. And in all the chaos, she lost her favorite bracelet. It must have snapped apart when she hit the wall.

Better my bracelet than my spine, I guess, she thought bitterly. Tsukiyomi had warned her just a few days before.

"One day, Daiki, you'll be forced to decide when to sacrifice your life."

"Were you?" Daiki asked.

Her mentor's green gaze drifted to the window. She saw the scar running down the side of her neck.

"Yeah. I think I was a few years older than you."

And when was that supposed to be? She wasn't ready to die. She hadn't been, even when the overgrown bush broke out of her seal. Starting her Domain hadn't been for herself. The image of a boy with navy blue eyes came to mind. A sharp knock on the door brought her out of her brooding.

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Megumi swallowed thickly as the door opened. No going back. Daiki stood on the other side, dressed in a oversized long sleeve shirt and leggings. Her dark braided hair was disheveled as if she'd been asleep. Dark circles underlined her large brown eyes.

He'd never been so relieved to see someone alive.

"Hey," Megumi said, clearing his throat.

"...Hey," Daiki said, rubbing her arm.

"Um...I just came to check on you."

Daiki nodded, "I'm alright."

"You look like shit."

"I feel like shit, so that's fair."

God, this was awkward. Megumi told himself to keep talking.

"If it makes you feel any better, I couldn't exorcise that thing either," he said, "Yuji and Todo took care of it until Gojo could get there."

She raised her eyebrows and nodded. "If anyone could beat it, it'd be those two."

"Listen," Megumi said suddenly, before he lost the nerve, "I actually wanted to give you this."

He pulled the bracelet from his pocket and held it out to her. The brown glass beads were smooth under the hall lights. Daiki gasped and took it from him to inspect it.

"What the- Megumi, how did you find it?"

"It took awhile to find all of the beads. Some were missing, so Nobara helped me pick out new ones."

"...Thank you. Thank you!" Daiki said excitedly.

She threw her hands over his neck in a hug. Megumi felt his face grow warm. He quickly wrapped his arms around her waist. To keep things from getting awkward. Obviously. Instinctively, he squeezed her tight.

"I'm glad you're alright, Daiki," he said quietly into her ear.

She slowly pulled away from him, face flush. He released her, clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck. Daiki slid the bracelet onto her wrist. Nobara was a good guesser- it fit perfectly. She kept her gaze down.

"I didn't want you to get hurt," she said, "So I'm glad you're alright too."

They exchanged a few more words, how were the others, what happened with the curse, just normal things friends would talk about. Megumi excused himself finally so she could rest. He glanced back at her as he walked away. She was watching him. The faintest smile darted across her lips. Megumi's own mouth tugged into a smile and he turned away. The nervous fluttering in his stomach was slowly being replaced by a more tender feeling.

[darlin-collins]

Red paint

We've been talking about parents darlin anf sam and here's my take on it

Sheeesh it's been a year since I've written a redacted fic, tell you what you think (good, bad, advice, ANYTHING, i wanna learn how to write)

Notes: sam&darlin / a little girl oc/some blood and injuries are mentioned, nothing major, just what we had on the second sam audio, hiding an injury, dark past, dead parents, a lil bit traumatized child, fluffy angst if you will, slightly edited and read before being posted, soo yeah, no beta we die like the girls parents

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They opened the apartment's door as quietly as possible for someone in their state, a hand pressed to their side,having limped their way up stairs, and vision blurry from blood loss

They tip-toed to the couch and sat there, breaths leaving their lungs in quiet pants and sighs as the tension built in their legs was somewhat relived and for a moment, and they were tempted to just close their eyes... Only to open them again, wide, as the realization doomed on them, they're currently bleeding,, if they do fall asleep they might not wake up once again, and as much as the idea appealed to them they can't leave, not yet, not if Quinn is still out there, not with the the child sleeping in their room, oblivious to what's happening around her..

With a curse they sat up, reached their phone from their pocket, the screen broke, again, Lily will be mad that her little art pieces won't look good anymore, they need to fix it tomorrow if they wanted to avoid her lecture about being careful with a phone and paying attention when its in their hand

They chuckled at the thought, if only she knew why their screen is always broken like this

With blurred eyes they barely managed to hit the contacts bottom, so they just called most recent number in the list, it's not david, it's certainly not another pack member,so who can it be-Oh.. It's the cowboy from the other night

They sucked in a breath "hey cowboy" damn it hurts to talk, but they kept their voice low

They heard him chuckle on the other side "it's Sam"

"it's whatever" they joked, " ya know any private healers, ones that keep their mouth shut?" they hoped that their words weren't as slurred as they think "why? Are you alright?" he asked "yeah I'm ok, i just got in some fight,pretty banged up though " they whispered "what- well how bad is it, are you alright?? " his voiced raised a little, filled with worry "shhh keep you voice down, i said I'm fine, it just needs a patch job" they answered, covering the bottom of their phone to make less sound "why haven't you gone to a healer yet?" his voice came out muffled, well shit... "they'll ask questions! "

"They'll ask questions!?" he echoed in disbelief, huffed "when the do just tell them to shut up and heal you" his voice was only getting higher "hushhh! " they said, again "keep it low!" "Where are you?" he asked "my place? " it was an answer, but it sounded more like a question "no like- address?" he corrected "the heck you wanna know my address for?" they censored the word "hell" mostly out of habit now "because I'm not having you bleeding out on my conscious when i can do something about it", what?

"now address " "wha-" they started to ask "-address. " he ordered again, they sighed and gave him the address "I'm coming over" what!? What!!??

"wait no-" the line hang up

Well fuck

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He barely got to knock on the apartment's door when it swung open, the wolf appeared, behind it "you look rough" he commented, they leaned away from the door opening it wider so he can enter "just keep it down" they whispered, going back to the couch and sat there, head falling into it, sharp eyes still monitoring his every move, he sat besides them "can i touch? " he asked gently, voice low, they blinked, surprised, and his heart ached at the thought of them never been asked something like that, and once more his gaze trailed down the lines of scars that littered their skin, now covered in blood, and it confirmed his theory "so?" he mumbled again, they unfreezed and nodded, whispering something about him being here to heal them and still asking.

A while into the healing he noticed that the wolf is trying to keep themselves quiet, and whenever his voice would get higher, they tell him to keep it down, and he worried if they had a head injury,

"did you take any hits to the head? " he whispered, "no, why? " they asked him back "well you've been keeping yourself and me quiet, i suspected that your head hurts from noise" he reasoned "no i didn't hit my head, it's... Complicated " they said

They sat in comfortable science after he was done with healing them, that is until he heard a door open, the wolf looked at him, wide eyes, and mouthed "hide" as they stood up

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Tank stood up and went to the back of the couch, making it seem they're just leaning on it, giving speace to the vamp in their living room on the couch to lay on it and be out of sight.

"hey Lily" they smiled as the little girl appeared out of their room

"tank! You're home" she said happily "what where you doing? Why is your clothes all red"

"i was painting using red paint" they lied

"really?! Can i see it" The girl asked

"sure, little radiostar"

Lily is a 10 years old child of two, sonal energetics that died at the hands of quinn before tank met him,he lied to them and told them he saved her when he found her parents dead, she lived with him for a while, him wanting to make her like him, before he and tank fought and he fled and left her behind they had to break into his place so they could take her, but to avoid the pack knowing all of this they didn't tell the department about her, which left them no choice but to take care of her and not traumatize her, not anymore than what quinn did already, she probably woke up from a nightmare and came looking for them.

They croushed under the couch and pulled out a painting, it had red paint on it in different shades and shapes

They tried to be quiet when they strained one of the freshly healed wounds on their body, they stood up and showed it to her

"wow! it's so beautiful!" her eyes shined and sparkled and they wished they weren't laying to her again "i want to help you finish it!"

"yeah? Well i was already planning on coming over and finishing it tomorrow, so how about you go back to the room till i shower and join you? And we'll deal with it in the morning? " they sing-sang to her "ok!" she jumped, turned around and close the door behind her again

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Sam listened in shock and awe to the wolf and the a little girl talking, how they laughed, how they almost were happier because she was around, and then the girl went back to the room, and they turned to look at him over the couch.

They mumbled a thank you let him go on his way

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"So yeah that's what actually happened" tank looked a their 15 year old teen that glared at them, she's taking to call sam dad, which made them go nuts because "you know him for 5 years! You've known me for 11! Why does he get to be called dad and im just 'tank'??" as they put it

"red paint my ass" Lily rollled her eyes

"well it's your fault you thought i was capable of doing any type of art" they responded "expect martial art of course" they added

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Please if you're one of the 6 people that saw this when i saved my draft and it got posted pretend you didn't:)

[bagel-muncher]

I'm gonna be cringe asf and post wip stuff about one of my Persona oc's because I like this little guy and I'm tired so therefore immune to thinking why this is dumb to post.

So for some important background info, a lot of my characters are framed around basically a hypothetical Persona game that exists solely in my brain. The core theme of it is dreams, in the sense of both sleep and your aspirations and such. All of the Persona-Shadow-saving-the-world junk happens in their dreams. I don’t know the best way to describe it, but basically, the line between the collective unconscious and the individual subconscious has weakened and now Shadow’s are spilling into people's dreams, attacking them and leaving them brain-dead. Enter the MC and their group with all the Persona shenanigans you’d expect to try and stop this.  

So all that barely coherent background info aside, onto Yoshitada. He’s 20 years old and serves as the Navigator of the group once he joins later on (how and why is still up in the air, everything here is mostly vague ideas though I’m leaning towards a P4 type “they’re saved in their dreams and awaken to their Persona when confronted by their Shadow’s there”). The simplest way to describe him would be as another character in the same “bro” archetype as Junpei, Yosuke, and Ryuji. An idiot at times, but cares a lot about his friends and teammates and would do whatever he can to protect them.

His full name is Yoshitada Saito, but he mainly goes by Yoshi. He saw the dinosaur from Mario and went “Yeah that’s me frfr” (jk). He doesn’t like being referred to by his last name by anyone, both because he prefers to treat practically everyone like a close friend (he'd be like "Hey man, we're buds, yeah? Just call me Yoshi, no need to be all formal and shit!") and because of his parents.

To explain that last bit, his parents left him with his mom’s brother as a kid before driving off to who-knows-where. This led to him forming a lot of resentment toward his parents, making them among the few people he isn’t fond of. He lived with his uncle for the majority of his life, and he still lives in his uncle’s house after he passed. He doesn’t like his last name because it connects him to them.

I’m not sure if popular is the word I’m looking for, but he’s very well-known throughout town. Both for positive (his friendly demeanor, willingness to help others, and great work ethic) and negative reasons (him being loud as fuck, tending to sort of force himself into a situation, and just having dyed hair and that many piercings and the assumptions it brings). He’s generally well-liked, but people often feel like he’s trying too hard to be friendly or helpful, making them think it’s all just an act.

His unique appearance is entirely thanks to the fact that he thinks it looks rad as hell. He knows that it can give people a bad impression of him at first glance, but doesn’t care. To Yoshi, appearances don’t matter at all. If someone is scared off by him having blue and green hair or a face full of piercings, that’s an issue for them.

He plays the drums! His S-Link is started by him and the MC forming a mini-band just for fun in Yoshi’s garage. Band practice would be the main excuse for the two of them to hang out (like how most of Ryuji’s is prefaced with him and Joker training or Naoto’s is him and Yu trying to understand the whole Phantom Thief thing, etc.), usually starting with band practice before turning to them talking or going somewhere else for whatever reason. It’s through this that Yoshi starts to reveal more of himself to the MC, talking about his parents and other stuff that bothers him as much as he tries to pretend it doesn’t. I imagine the big thing of his link would be his parents wanting to get in contact with him again after over a decade, and him having to learn and accept that not everyone deserves the kindness he tries to treat everyone with.

His Persona is something I’m still undecided on, mainly because I’m trying to figure out some other characters and want to try and find some consistent theme or source that’d make sense. As a placeholder, I’ve just given him Apollo. As a god of music and prophecy, it combines one of Yoshi’s interests with his role in the team in a way that I think makes sense. His Arcana is the Strength.

Most of the cast is in college, except for Yoshi. He just works, flipping between jobs as he tries to find what works best for him.

Thanks to what a friend said ages ago, it is now canon that he has shitty posture. Bro sits like a shrimp.

As this is something that exists solely in my mind and as such is untouched by logic and Atlus’s rules, there’d be a male and female mc. That may seem random to mention, but I bring it up because Yoshi is gay, but is romancable with either protag. The thing is, getting closer to the male MC is what made him realize he liked guys. He’s had a ton of girlfriends over the years because he thought that was just what he was supposed to do and he never wanted to turn anyone down, but none of the relationships lasted. Yoshi tried constantly, but he could never be as interested or involved in the relationship as his girlfriends, so they’d eventually break up with him. This extends to the female MC. He thinks “Well, we’re really close. She cares about me, and I care a shitton about her. So… we probably should try to date, right?”, not really understanding the difference between his platonic love for her and what romantic love is supposed to be like. So romantic scenes like Valentine’s Day, Christmas, etc. would have him being a lot more stiff and awkward compared to the male MC, where he is genuinely in love.

(from my lovely oomf @nero1forte)

[theonlylivinggirlinseattle]

Arlong x OC

I don’t have a working title for this story yet but here is the first part of chapter one. I’ll eventually post the full one to Ao3. Arlong has been my hyper fixation for a bit now 😅 and I decided to create a character that I think would compliment him nicely. Feedback and suggestions welcome! I don’t have the entirely of this story planned out yet but I have a good foundation. I’m still debating making his love interest a nurse shark or an oceanic white tip shark ( both are sharks that I find really neat). I’m also thinking about giving her a last name.

I typed this all up on my phone so there might be some mistakes.

Storm had a pretty normal life on Fishman Island until a horrible tragedy involving humans took the life of her parents as a teen. Ever since the incident Storm disliked humans and never wished to coexist happily with them. She had everything she could ever want on the island but she felt trapped and yearned to see what life was like on the surface. Storm was aware that fishmen were much stronger than the average human but still put in long hours in her training before heading to the surface. On the surface she faced the discrimination the merfolk talked about first hand making her heart grow cold.

I only own the OCs mentioned in the story

Warnings: none (so far)

Ch 1

It was a bright day on Fishman Island when Storm and her friend Kiki decided to go out for coffee and a stroll. Storm had just returned from her trip on the surface and wanted to spend more time at home before eventually going on another excursion.

She was a swordsman and had gained some attention for her skills and was fairly known on the island.

She caught Arlong’s attention right before she left the island two years ago and they've had a few interactions and flirty exchanges. Arlong even wanted her to join his crew but the timing was off and Storm wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment yet.

Storm and Kiki noticed a crowd forming and walked towards it only by to see Arlong holding a few papers above a small mermaid’s head. “Hey, is that that the sawfish guy you’re been seeing” Kiki whispered looking over at Storm. “There’s nothing between us it’s not like that!” Storm quickly responded. Storm saw the poor mermaid struggle to get her papers back and Storm felt like she needed to intervene.

“These papers aren’t going to change a damn thing!” Arlong laughed. Before Storm could say anything a guard started to run towards Arlong calling him a Fishman district reject. Without a second thought Arlong picks him by the neck. “Arlong! Let him go!” Storm yelled out. Arlong glances over and his eyes widen to see…her.

He hasn’t seen the shark woman in a while and as much as he would deny it he was glad to see her again.

Arlong has been with fishwomen and mermaids in the past and has always had a cocky attitude with them but with Storm he felt like he needed a different approach.

At first Arlong thought she was just a snobby privileged girl. She had the luxury of growing up with two parents in a better part of the island, but the more he got to know her he realized that she was not like what he imagined.

He was drawn to the shark woman and even admired her swordsmanship. Arlong had to have her on his crew. Besides he could never have too many fishmen who were skilled in combat.

“What are you doing picking on a rookie guard? Let him go it’s not worth it” Storm stepped out of crowd towards Arlong. Arlong smirked and threw the guard on the floor. Arlong lost complete interest in him and would much rather give Storm his attention.

Storm stood out amongst the crowd. Her long hair was neatly held back in a seashell clip and wore last nights eye makeup with a bare face. She was tall with a lean build and always carried around one of her swords at her hip.

Both Arlong and Storm didn’t realize that Jinbe was watching the whole scene. While Jinbe scolded Arlong Kiki ran up to Storm and grabbed her arm “ I promised Nora that I’d help her with something, I’ll see you tonight okay?” She said giving her a hug before heading home.