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mythandlaur · 10 months

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Code: July Day 4 - AU

I don't think this one requires much extra explanation, except for the fact that, in my head, this doesn't actually solve nearly as many problems as one would expect, because fate's cruel and life's complicated and just because someone wants to help doesn't mean they're always good at it.

Also, I'm gonna come back around to the art swap prompt later because I'm going the in universe route and my current idea would require me to research French classic rock.

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The first time Jim sees it, he very nearly chucks his attendance clipboard clean across the field in shock.

It happens while he's taking roll for the tenth-grade co-ed class, out on the track and field on an unusually warm spring day. He'd just been calling out names, idly letting his gaze run over the students present, when it had frozen him mid-list.

Annie Courtemanche. Day student, wanted to be a gymnast back since sixième but had recently changed her tune to wanting to become a dancer, even pushing for a club which he'd been all for signing off on.

He happens to glance over her when she thinks he isn't paying attention, and catches her staring at the ground with narrowed eyes. Her eyes are normally a very striking light green, so it's even more obvious that something is horribly wrong.

Jim can't see the sign they'd talked about from this distance, but it almost looks like her pupil has shrunk to a pinprick without an iris, the whites of her eyes almost too pure a white, flickering like television static.

"...Courtemanche?" he calls.

She raises her head and her eyes are normal again, just like that--Jim might've written it off as his imagination, but knowing what it actually meant, he couldn't possibly brush it off. It was too...eerie and wrong for him to have made it up, anyway.

"Here," she replies with all of her usual enthusiasm. She even sounds completely normal.

"Right..." Jim tries to ease up his sudden vice-grip on the clipboard. Good grief, it was like he was on the front line. He wonders where Class 4e-A is right now, but he can't recall their schedule off the top of his head. He'll just have to wing it.

It's an hour-long period, mostly devoted to stretches and stamina training. Courtemanche immediately falls over and complains that she'd torn something and had to go to the infirmary, despite being more than accustomed to these warmups.

(Belpois had tried that same trick not long ago, with really awful acting. Given he'd immediately asked Aelita to accompany him, Jim had simply assumed it was a pressing matter and had let him get away with it.

But Jim was on high alert for the students abusing his generosity, and upon seeing Belpois skulking back to his room in the middle of the day without so much as a limp, had confronted him about his "twisted ankle" healing up strangely fast.

It was meant to be mostly a joke, a prompt for him to explain what had actually happened, but Belpois had stared at Jim with a look of absolute confusion. Then, his eyes had widened and his expression turned absolutely stricken--he'd slammed his door in Jim's face without a word.

By the time Jim got back to his room, he'd received a painfully clinical e-mail describing the situation, and he cursed himself because he'd already managed to fail these kids he'd decided he was going to try and protect as best he could.)

"Let me see it," Jim tells Courtemanche, jogging over. "I know a thing or two about this, myself."

Her face twists for half a second, but she dutifully holds out her leg, though jerks it back when he tries to feel her ankle. "Don't touch it! It hurts!"

("Victims seem to be altered down to the molecular level," the e-mail had said. "My theory is that they are, essentially, converted partially intro electomagnetic fields. We know they have very little mass, and apparently their skin does not feel like a human's at all.")

Jim plays stupid. "Looks just fine to me. Hey, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to get out of class before we even got started!"

He chuckles heartily and ignores the other students' strange looks. He heads back to the other side of the field, and sure enough, Courtemanche gets up on her own a few seconds later. He feels her eyes--not her eyes--burning into the back of his head.

She tries the same sort of trick several more times throughout the period with increasing intensity--it's too hot, she feels sick to her stomach, she fell on the track. The real Courtemanche was physically healthy as a horse and refused to let anything stop her from training. It's hard to deflect all of her attempts, and he suspects some of the other students think he's being some kind of heartless tyrant denying help to a sick student. He can't afford to worry about that right now, he just has to keep her here for as long as he possibly can.

Eventually, the bell rings and he calls the period, the kids beginning to disperse. Courtemanche abruptly turns towards the school building.

"Courtemanche!" Jim calls out before he can think. Her shoulders visibly stiffen. He has to come up with the rest of the sentence on his feet. "I, uh, may I speak to you in private, briefly? Don't worry, you're not in trouble."

"But--I promised to meet someone at lunch...!"

Jim waves a hand dismissively. "I won't keep you long. Come on."

The other kids stare and mutter amongst each other, but after a few seconds of gawking, the clarion call of food wins out. The other kids walk away, and then it's just the two of them.

Come on, Jimbo, you've faced scarier than this.

Courtemanche shuffles up to him, rubbing her elbow with the opposite hand. "I don't know what this is about, but I really do need to go."

Now he has to come up with a reason to keep her talking. "Do you?"

"What?"

"Come on, walk with me."

She follows him to the track with very noticeable reluctance, but at least she is still following. Time for him to prove his mettle.

"Now, I understand that passions can come and go over time."

"...Huh?"

"Let me finish. You've been working real hard lately, and I respect that, it's one of those things that makes me think you're really gonna make it out there, you know? But I can't help but notice you seem to be falling off the proverbial horse, uh, so to speak. In athleticism as much as in creative pursuits, burnout is a real concern, especially coming out of the honeymoon phase of a new skill. You learn and train and make progress, and then you hit a wall, and you ask yourself do I really want to do this? You get tired! Browbeaten! But if you keep throwing yourself against that wall forever, you're not gonna break through before you hurt something, you hear?"

"Um..." Courtemanche looks so confused Jim almost wonders if he'd been wrong this whole time. "I think you have the wrong idea..."

("Victims are capable of behaving in a manner very reminiscent of their normal selves. This is because the victim remains intact and aware, albeit in an altered state of consciousness. They can still carry out XANA's instructions without the direct intervention of the spectral agent."

Jim had read those words twice to process them, then glanced towards his door into the boys' hall. Belpois was speaking from experience.)

...His blood starts to boil at the memory. He takes a deep breath. Not now. Don't break now. "Maybe so! But given your behavior today, it is still something I want to bring up. You're..." He scratches his head. "You're a tough kid, Annie. Determined. You're a fighter."

("They cannot be reasoned with or dissuaded, but there is some potential ability to delay themselves with conflicting signals to the nervous system if they attempt to regain control of their body.")

"I don't think you'd let this take you down so easily--burnout, that is. You're smarter than that."

Jim catches movement out of the corner of his eye. He turns his head just in time to see a blurry blue shape sprinting for the path into the park, a purple one just behind him. Courtemanche had stopped walking for a moment, but he catches her looking in the same direction.

She abruptly checks her watch. "I won't, you're worried over nothing. I have to go."

Courtemanche shoves him slightly in the arm, but it's not enough for him to lose his center of gravity, and when she pivots to walk away, he manages to grab her shoulder.

It feels like putting your hand in front of one of those old CRT televisions, that sort of fuzzy sensation.

"Not so fast!"

It comes out louder and harsher than he'd meant for it to, and he can tell by the way she--it--goes visibly rigid. Its free fist clenches tight at its side.

In one smooth motion, she turns on her heel and faces him.

This time, he sees the sign clearly--along with the hateful, yet somehow empty glare that does not belong on her face.

"...Jim?"

Jim blinks. He's lying on the track, cheek stinging with road burn and nose full of the smell of burnt hair. "Uh...?" He blinks several more times, trying to recall how he'd wound up on the ground. Had he passed out? What time is it?

"Jim, are you all right?"

It's not the same voice that had called his name earlier, and he drags himself into a sitting position, rubbing at his stinging cheek and glancing over to the sources.

It hits him like a ton of bricks.

"S-Striker! Puma!"

Stern and Della Robbia both give each other a look and roll their eyes. None of them seem to have taken to Jim's call signs too well--oh, well, they'd come around eventually, that wasn't important.

Jim scrambles to his feet. "It's--Annie Courtemanche, she--!"

"We know." Stern grimaces and rubs at his shoulder. Jim notices his sleeve is burnt in several places. "Trust me, we know. She cut the elevator cables and Spidermanned down the shaft."

Della Robbia whistles. "Whoof, you got on the wrong side of her too?"

He points in the vague direction of Jim's face, and Jim rubs his stinging cheek. Now that he's more conscious, he's fairly certain it isn't just road burn. "She kept trying to cut out of class," Jim mutters. "I tried to stop her..."

"You really didn't have to," Stern says, brows furrowed.

"No, no, I did!" Jim tries to pull himself up to his usual level of swagger. "For my honor as your protector!"

"...Uh-huh."

"Well, I appreciate it," Della Robbia quips, digging around in his pocket and pulling out his phone. "We still somehow scraped by just in time again. I feel like I've been run over."

"From what Aelita says, you were run over."

"Only a little bit!" Della Robbia raises his phone to his ear, other hand on his hip. "...Hey, Jeremie! Yeah, Jim's fine, he just got a little zippity-zap. We still doing the thing?"

"We wanted to warn you before we went back," Stern explains.

"Eh? Are you sure you want to do that?"

Stern shrugs. "The elevator's totally busted and there's no way we'd be able to fix it ourselves. Besides, Jeremie's probably got a concussion and Yumi fell off one of the rafters."

Jim's fists clench. This kind of thing is what keeps him doing this, despite the personal and legal risks to himself--they talk about getting attacked and almost dying like it's an annoyance, like it's bad food at the cafeteria or a spot of rain. These are teenagers, they should be worrying about girls or sports or test results, not this.

He doesn't know what sort of thing this XANA is, going after children like this, over and over and over. He'd like to give it a piece of his own mind, but that's not something he can actually do himself.

"...Okay, see ya this morning, Einstein," Della Robbia chirps, hanging up the phone. "T-minus one minute, we're going to just before breakfast. At least I'm gonna know to go for the sausage seconds early this time."

"And that means I'll be allowed to eat mine without you giving me horrible ugly puppy dog eyes, right?"

"Hehe, no promises! And they're very handsome puppy dog eyes, thank you very much!"

It absolutely boggles Jim's mind how these two can talk so casually after something like this, and that just makes him angrier. They're used to it. Belpois had said they'd been doing this for no less than a year by the time he'd found out about it, and now things only seem to be getting worse for them. They shouldn't be used to it. It's not fair.

They don't know the depth of the situation they've put him in, really. They don't know what kind of hot water he might be in if he gets found out in all this. But he's willing to do it because who else will, because someone has to know, someone has to keep them from running themselves into the ground.

The world slows to a crawl and then turns white. Jim's stomach briefly attempts to vacate his chest cavity.

Jim's in the cafeteria, just finishing up early breakfast at the faculty table. He doesn't even wait for the disorientation to pass before excusing himself and heading into the courtyard.

(There's no point to it, he knows, everything is fine now. But that doesn't stop him from wanting to check on Annie Courtmanche anyway.)

#code lyoko #codejuly23

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lovelydiamond-cake · 2 years

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Can you do....Madeleine x expresso? I really love that ship!

Trust me boo, 99% of this Fandom loves Expressleine

Tk scenario #1

Espresso's deep in some work and hasn't said a thing all day.

Madeleine knew this was normal for him, but the knight was bored out of his mind.

He was tired of watching Espresso working all day, all he wanted to do was hangout with him.

So he tried to get his attention off the work and onto himself.

"Espresso! You've been on that for a while! Why not spend some time with me?!"

But Espresso's focus was nearly unbreakable. All he got for a response was a 'mh'. Nothing more.

Madeleine poked the researcher, watching him jump at the sensation.

Espresso gave him a glare as a warning.

He has his attention now..

"How about we do something fun today?" He suggested, giving him another poke.

"Madeleine.. I suggest you stop"

"And what if I don't? I'm just asking to hangout Espresso! Nothing more"

As Madeleine spoke, he gave Espresso numerous pokes, either to the side or right in his ribs.

It was testing Espresso's patience, and he knew that well. But if it was to grab the coffee's attention, then it was completely worth it.

After a while of constant pokes and remarks, Espresso gave up and turned to face Madeleine who had a fat smile on his face.

"Oh! It seems you finished! Well then! We can finally-"

"You think you can get anything you please, hm?"

Full of himself, Madeleine gave Espresso a smirk.

"Perhaps.. I do. Do you have a problem with that?"

"Perhaps I do."

Madeleine smiled, pulling his boyfriend closer onto the couch to sneak a kiss. This is what he wanted. His boyfriend paying attention to more interesting, more entertaining, (dare I say more attractive) things.

Like himself!

"Mhm, really? And what are you going to do about it?"

Bodies close as ever, Espresso seized his chance for revenge.

"H-huh? Espresso! Whahaht ahaha yohohoh?-"

"Shush. I won't let you get away with torturing me that easy."

"TOHOHOHORTOHING!??"

"Pronounced 'Torturing' Madeleine. Do better next time"

Was it childish? Yes, and he won't disagree on that, but getting revenge on the very cocky knight was an opportunity he will never pass up.

This wasn't what Madeleine had in mind he'll admit.

But at least he got what he wanted!

Tk scenario #2

Espresso hates his laugh.

It's loud, it's stupid, its speaky, it's uncontrollable at times. It's. Not. Him.

He hates it. Absolutely hates it.

One time, when Madeleine and he were viewing a film, a joke that Espresso found amusing but his boyfriend didn't understand, caused him to laugh out loud. Unable to control the laughter that spilled out, using his hands from allowing it to get any louder.

After composing himself, he chose not to make eye contact with Madeleine, instead thinking of a list of insults if he chooses to comment on his laughter.

Madeleine on the other hand was astonished. In there time of dating, he never heard Espresso laugh out loud like that. It was beautiful to say the least.

He wanted to hear it again. In all honesty, he deserved to hear it again.

He thought about replaying the scene, but that would only result in him scoffing.

He decided to say something out loud instead.

"Espresso! Your laughter is wonderful!"

Espresso glared at him. Thanking the witches his dough was to Dark to make out the blush that was creeping onto his cheeks.

"No"

No? What did he mean no-?

"It's not. No further discussion."

Oh.

Madeleine proceed to go on, on how wonderful it is to here Espresso's beautiful laughter, while Espresso was denying everything he said, telling him to be quiet so he could watch the rest of the show.

Madeleine was going to go on but paused once loud laughter caught his attention.

He turn to see the film they were watching was playing a tickle scene.

Madeline turned again to Espresso to see him shift a bit in his position.

Something clicked.

Facing Espresso, Madeleine had a smirk on his face.

Espresso didn't dare you make eye contact. He could feel his lover's smirk radiating off him. He did his best to act like he didn't know what was going on, or as if the scene didn't bother him.

Neither of which worked.

No, he was fine. He was completely fine. He wasn't intimated, he wasn't getting itchy, and he most definitely was worrying over Madeline's fingers as they slowly got closer to his torso. He was completely fine.

"Espresso~..?"

Espresso side eyed him, now visually seeing his smirk. He never felt his heart drop so quickly. Madeleine was slowly getting closer to him and he only had one thing on his mind.

Run.

His legs did it without a second thought. Quickly running behind the couch, thankfully being fast enough to throw off Madeleine.

"Huh- Oh! So we're running now?"

Espresso didn't want to waste any time just standing there trying to figure out his next move. He ran back to their bedroom hopefully having enough time to lock him out. It's fine if he sleeps on the couch right? It's only fair.

The door slammed open before Espresso got the chance to close it.

He caught up quickly..

Madeleine quickly blocked his lover's way to run by backing him up in a corner.

Sheer panic raced through his veins.

"Get over here! I just wanna hear your laughter again!"

"Absolutely not! I won't satisfy you, just for your entertainment!"

In a swift movement, Madeleine managed to carry Espresso.

Ignoring all of Espresso's protests, and insults, the honorary knight placed Espresso on their shared bed, sitting on top of his waist so he wouldn't attempt to run away. Again..

"I promise I'll be gentle Espresso! There's no need to worry."

Espresso wasn't buying shit. He's keeping his dignity, even if it'll kill him.

"For you to think that I'll give myself up just for you to make fun of me!"

"Why would I make fun of you?"

"Oh please! Don't act dumb! I know exactly what your doin-HAH MADELEINE DOHohohoh!"

So much for his dignity..

There it was, his laughter Madeleine craved so much. Right there infront of him, along with a thrashing Espresso.

Could this night get any better

"I dehehemaHAHA yohoh leheahahaHAHAhah gohooh HahaAHHAhah"

"Espresso! Your laugh is-"

"SHUT- ihihihiht"

Something about hearing how 'wonderful' is was to hear his laughter flustered Espresso.

And every time he felt even more flustered than needed, he felt more embarrassed.

The more embarrassed he felt, the worse the tickles felt.

What type of loop was this!??

"MAHADeleihihihne stoAHAHahap"

"Oh yes in a moment! It's just.. you seem so embarrassed of your own laughter!

"Shudud uhuhAHAHap!"

"I just want to know of you agree that your laughter is as wonderful as I think it is!"

Madeleine stopped while asking, he never removed his hands though. Almost like a warning, incase somebody wanted to be stubborn.

"So do you?"

As much as Espresso "hated" every moment of what he just experienced, and knows well if he cooperated it'll all end in an instant..

He still had a point to get across.

"And so what if I don't!?"

"Are you sure its wise to be stubborn in a moment like this?"

"The only stubborn one I see is y-OHOHOH AHHahah!"

His stubborness will take him places.

Madeleine's happiness? Yes

Espresso's freedom? Ehh..

#cookie run #tickle #cr tickles #tickle thoughts #tickle scenarios #espresso cookie #madeleine cookie #i feel like i wrote a whole ass small story

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mysteriawrites · 11 months

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Hello, are matchups still open? If they are, can I request a male matchup for MHA?

Here's my info:

Pronouns - she/her

Age - 19

MBTI - ISTJ

Appearance:

My height is 4'9" and I have round, dark brown eyes.

I have long, straight black hair and tan skin.

My face is round and small.

There are birthmarks (moles) on my legs; one on both legs.

Personality:

I would describe myself as patient, sensitive, funny.

I'm reserved and a hopeless romantic. Sometimes, I overthink or feel insecure.

To strangers, I seem shy or aloof.

My friends think I'm kind, smart, trustworthy.

Hobbies: drawing, playing video games, writing, listening to music

Likes: music, art, books, animals, aesthetic fashion

Dislikes: being interrupted, unsolicited advice

Love language: acts of service

Few facts about me:

• Plushies are comfort objects to me.

• I have two pets (one cat, one dog).

Hello thank you for the request sorry it took so long. Anyway on to the results DRUMROLL PLEASE

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

KAMINARI DENKI!!!

I think you and our goofy boy Kaminari Denki would get along swimmingly.

When Kaminari first met you honestly, he thought you were like Todoroki. He figured like him you didn't want to be messed with so initially he kind of just left you alone. It may have taken a push from Kirishima or Ashido for him to start hanging out with you and see your true colors.

After that he was flat out infatuated with you. He thought you were the cutest thing ever. He stopped obsessing over getting the attention of other girls and involving himself in Mineta's schemes to try and win you over.

At first, he tried things like pick up lines and asking you out on dates only for you to shy away from him. After that (and Jiro literally knocking some sense into him because she sees you as a little sister she must protect) he decides to take a different approach.

He begins to observe you from a far and asks your friends about what you're like and what you're into (he probably seemed like a stalker or yandere from someone who didn't know any better). After he did "sufficient research" he would approach you again only this time he came prepared.

Kaminari would ask if you wanted to play the latest video game you're interested in together, or if you wanted to listen to the new album of your favorite artist together. He may not like the exact same artists or game series as you, but if it meant you guys could get closer and have something to talk about then he will become an expert in it overnight to impress you.

Once you become more comfortable around him and let your guard down, he will ask you out for ice cream or to see a movie together and properly ask you to be his girlfriend.

When you guys get together officially you guys will have a lot of goofy inside jokes and will tease and poke fun at each other. Although it is a lot easier for you to poke fun at him then for him to poke fun at you. However (unless you're self-conscious about it) he will find any excuse to tease you about your height.

To be honest Kaminari loves your height. Coupled with your round cheeks he just thinks you're so adorable. You're the perfect size to be his personal teddy bear to cuddle with.

Kaminari may not seem like it, but I feel like once he finally is able to date someone, he also becomes a hopeless romantic. He'll constantly be buying you flowers and presents like plushies, pulling out chairs and opening doors for you, calling you really cute and cheesy nicknames you name it (accidental pun).

If you ever brought him home, he would love to play with your dog. I see Kaminari as very much a dog person, but I don't know how he would feel about cats so he and your cat may be on a more I don't mess with you you don't mess with me type of agreement (although he will be jealous when the cat gets more cuddles than he does).

Kaminari may not be the smartest tool in the shed, but he's not that stupid. It may take him a minute, but he'll be able to tell if something is bothering you and will try to be extra silly and goofy to try and cheer you up. However, if the issue is serious, he knows when to put the jokes aside and talk to you about your problems. He will also do his best to stand up for you if someone and being rude and talking over you or giving unsolicited advice to you.

In the end I think you and Kaminari would make a sweet and goofy couple who're just having fun and enjoying life while you're still young despite all the chaos happening in the world of heroes and villains.

Sorry this took so long I've been really tired, but I hope you like it. it was really fun to make.

Runners Up: Todoroki Shoto, Midoriya Izuku, Tamaki Amajiki

#multi fandom blog #multifandom #multifandom account #matchups #multifandom writer #multi fandoms posts #multifandom fanfiction #multifandom x reader #multifandom imagines #denki kaminari #kaminari x reader

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pbandjesse · 10 months

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I just cut like 4 inches off my hair and I feel so much more connected to myself. I have really been struggling. I just haven't been able to recognize my face. But this has helped. I am feeling better.

I did not feel great today. I was to hot. Some of the trouble was I didn't sleep great. I struggled to find a good temperature. I was very uncomfortable and wasn't having fun. Thankfully I was able to sleep eventually.

I woke up at 730 and was so tired. But I got up and James was there and that was nice. I liked my dress but my hair was bothering me so much. And that was my entire day. Just feeling uncomfortable about my hair and face. But I tried to just ignore that and go forward with my day.

I texted Dame and Jeniya to confirm but Dame didn't text me back? I left here at 8 and went to the y to get them both but only Jeniya was there. We texted him a few more times and waited 5 minutes but he never came. I would be worried for a while. We got to camp at 9 and I let Chris and Elizabeth know just in case something was up. He would text me before lunch. He just apologized. He probably just slept through his alarm. We'll see him tomorrow.

Today was honestly a little annoying. We got there at 9. We didn't really start anything until 940. I went back to the arts building to get my yarn and a sweater and when I walked back to the lodge Chris said we were all going to the feild for a game.

No. I continued back to the art building. I have a lot to do and I'm sick of all the wasted time. And the wasted time would continue today. I spent form 10 until 12 working in the art building. I got a lot accomplished actually. I would have Josephine come and ask if she could help and she would collect rocks for me. And I worked on building looms and did some sewing. It felt good to get more stuff ready.

I texted around and was told lunch was 1230.

I would go to the museum to get some AC and Annabelle was there. She was doing some research which I thought was admirable. And we hung out for a bit. And went back to the lodge to see if lunch was ready.

But it wasn't. And by 1 Chris let us know that the kitchen didn't know we needed lunch?? Weird. So lunch was sandwiches and wraps and we had that around 130.

We finally had another program at 2. I felt frustrated that we had so much time not sure what was going on. And then we had some training about classroom and group management and then child abuse stuff. Which was fine except the lodge was so stupid hot and stuffy. I put the ceiling fans on but it only helped a little and I started feeling sick from being to got. Sucked.

I got a lot of knitting done though. And when we moved to the council ring that was nice. But also there were ants everywhere and my legs hurt and I wanted to be done.

The training was good though. And me and Celia would send each other goofy pictures and I told her a dirty joke (what's worse then ants in your pants? Uncles in your bra). And at 5 we all went back to the lodge to listen to a song about Juneteenth, which was a nice song but felt a little strange? Mostly because it's a federal holiday but we were all at work? I don't know it seemed odd. Also Chris was just awkward about it but it's all good.

Me and Jeniya went back to the art building. The rental group that was using the back of my building out a bunch of wood scraps in my trash. So I pulled all that out. Both because it's useful material but also because don't put wood in my trash?? Going to tear my bag.

And then we headed home.

It was a nice drive. We chatted a bit. And soon I was dropping her off. Weirdly the parking lot was empty? Very strange.

I got home and cleared the trash out of the car. And came upstairs to see my James. They made me a quesadilla. And I would decide to chop all my hair off.

James says I look prescious. And that made me feel good. And I feel the most connected to myself that I have for a while. I hope tomorrow I feel good too.

I hope it's cooler tomorrow. And I hope I get a lot done. And I hope it storms because I like the rain. But mostly I just hope it's a good day.

Sleep well everyone. I love you all. I told next time.

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moonlight-xxs-stuff · 2 years

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High school deisaku would either be the stupid senpai (2nd year deidara) whose kohai (1st year sakura) is ten times smarter than him and actually tutors him.

[according to some researches I did sakura's IQ is 175 while deidara's IQ is 110. I know that deidara is smart I just love the idea of him getting smacked for saying the wrong answer 7 times in a row 😭]

Some people would think they are dating including Naruto saucecakes ino shikamaru bla bla. And then, they'll just kiss in the middle of a study session and confess then date then get married then do se- I mean that's all 😅

Ps: sasori and sai would nudge them towards each other because they're tired of listening to their disgusting blabbering about love and shit like that (-sasori)

Ps #2: sai and sakura are besties you can't tell me otherwise. They would have sleepovers where sakura puts makeup on sai's face saying that it's what normal people do and sai is just clueless and would go with the flow.

Ps #3: sasori was so sick of those two not realizing their feelings so he kissed sakura to make deidara feel jealous and realize how much he loves Sakura.

[I can't live without sasosaku]

It's either that or they would be the best duo you could ever see, they both want to be better than sasori (deidara always wants to show how much his art is better than his while sakura is still traumatized by that one competition where he guessed the name of a poisonous herb and she didn't). They would be sitting at the cafeteria gossiping and spying on people.

Headcanon: Sakura and Deidara met once on the way to school and they talked about the moon wich was full last night. So Sakura decided to joke and told him that sleeping under the light of a full-moon makes you lose your memory (he slept under it) and now he thinks he can't remember his usual phrase "ART IS A BANG!" so he was trying to remember it the whole day although he didn't forget it, and Sakura is confused whether he is kidding or he's serious. Now, she's convinced that he's just an idiot. Sasori put them up for adoption after that.

[omg they're like a sibling trio. The oldest is Sasori (a tired older brother who tries to stop his little siblings from losing their minds) and deisaku as the twins who would be the double to your trouble]

But that would be just a platonic duo.

#deisaku #Highschool #Au #headcanon #Naruto #Sakura #haruno sakura #deidara #Sasori #Akasuna no Sasori

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scorpio-marionette · 2 years

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31 Nights of Head Canons- Night 8

Night 7

A/N: *breaks out into song*

🎶 "Very superstitious writing on the wall" 🎶

Night 8

Are you superstitious?

Dio

Dio wasn't anything until he sold his soul to the a demon. Not even religious. He was probably atheist at the very least. Now, that may make you question how and why he made the deal. As I mentioned before, he came across a haunted house. The spirit inside told him about the demon. Dio, not truly believing, decided to see if he could summon the demon. He didn't think he would, but he did. As for why, Dio won't talk about it.

Omar

Omar is very superstitious. He uses the same gloves for each fight. He has a particular drink before each fight. Non-alcoholic because he needs to have his wits about him. He always has one practice by himself. There's a slew of rituals he has to coplete before feeling ready to take on his next fight.

Zach

Zach isn't because luck never seemed to be on his side. You could say luck was on his side this time when Justin was insistant on helping him, but Zach knows that the reason his life is better is because he didn't waste an opportunity to work for a better life. It did almost pass him by though.

Oberyn

Oberyn, for lack of a term from the actual world of Game of Thrones, believes in karma. He believes whole heartedly that the love he gives to all of his lovers will coma back to him, and it does in the form of their love. With that, he also firmly believes that the worst people in the world will get their treacherous deeds will return to torment them. Even if he must embody that retribution.

Marcus Pike

I wouldn't say Marcus is superstitious. Just incredibly hopeful and optimistic. The man's heart has been broken (repeatedly if you include all the heartache we as writers put him through), but he still finds it in himself again and again to love. While I fear he would one day lock away his gentle heart to protect it, I also know that that isn't who he is. He is love. He must love. Now he just needs to be loved.

Max Phillips

He isn't, but he likes to joke that karma now truly exists because of him. He has the power to bring some payback to those who have slighted him. Like Evan for example.

Pero Tovar

I don't think he is. The man seems to believe that he's slick, just terrible at picking good company. Though he might now be superstitious about William. After all, the Irishman did say that something bad happened to every man who tried to leave him behind. Pero ended up in jail after leaving William unconscious as he and Ballard left with the black powder.

Javier Peña

Javi only believes in the luck needed to get an operation done. The luck you need to take a drug lord off the streets. To dismantle an empire run on drug money.

Jack

If he did, he doesn't anymore. Karma has let him down. Luck as well. Only fate has come through for both him, his son, and himself.

Ezra

Ezra's faith lies in Kevva (did I get that right? I still haven't seen the movie). I guess you could say he's more religious than superstitious? Depends on if you see Kevva as a god or as a personification of an idea.

Dave

Dave's belief lies solely in the skill of him and his team. He used to believe in his friend Robert McCall, but with his death they must move forward without his guidence.

Frankie

Let's be honest. Frankie and all the guys had some SERIOUS luck with that stupid op that Santi brought them on. I don't say that lightly either. Tom didn't deserve to die, but considering they all could've died on that op, it's a miracle they didn't. I would say Frankie believes that completely.

Max Lord

Max is a believer. In what, he's not quite sure. He researched and stole a magical stone that granted his and everyone else's wish. He then fought with an Amazonian woman with god powers. Turned a woman into an animal hybrid supervillian by granting her wishes. And saw the world almost end because of his hubris in cheating the system. Yeah, he believes.

Marcus Moreno

Marcus, like his mother, believes in the next generation. He believes in Missy. He has trust in them. That's good enough for him.

Din

Din believed in his creed. He still wants to believe in it. The problem is his belief has been shaken by Bo-Katan. He can feel that she speaks a truth. Note that I say A truth. But he's grown up with the customs of his covert. Now he travels to the long abandoned Mandalore in search of redemption. The question is, does he do it because he believes in their ways or because he's simply afarid of losing the last home he's ever had? I imagine he'll find something the rubble that will ease his clouded soul.

Nico

Nico is a go with the flow kind of guy. He doesn't tie himself to anything permanent, or even abstract.

Dieter

"There is no hope..." " But there are drugs."

Javi Gutierrez

Oh you know Javi has got to be the most hopeful person on the planet. The only thing he was uncertain of was whether or not he could safely have a relationship with Gabriela. But that inspirational speech he gave Nick comes to mind. We all have something to offer the world, and it can be a better place if we share those gifts. They're a beacon of light. I think that's a pretty good thing to believe in.

Joel

There isn't much to believe in when the world is ending. Much less when you've lost most of your family and your only child. It's hard to ignore the faith someone has in you though. Joel might be content to die at any moment, but that doesn't mean he won't be who people need him to be. So long as he's needed, he'll try for them, because he believes in helping.

#shane morrissey #omar assarian #zach wellison #oberyn martell #marcus moreno #marcus pike #max lord #max phillips #pero tovar #javi gutierrez #javier peña #jack daniels #ezra prospect #dave york #frankie morales #din djarin #nico hcwab #dieter bravo #joel miller

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dzpenumbra · 1 year

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1/14/23

Today was pretty relaxed. But just... off. And considering it was a Friday the 13th, I'm not that surprised.

I tried to get this suction cup rack put in in my shower, and it worked really well. Until like an hour later when I heard a huge crash from upstairs when it fell into the bathtub. That really frustrated me, I've had a lot going wrong for me lately and I was pretty excited to actually make a difficult thing work, and then it just... literally fell apart.

On the flip side, I got a master task list put together on my PC, so that's good.

I woke up really early because I was too hot and couldn't get back to sleep. It was snowing, it was really beautiful. I decided to keep going with Rimworld, it was pretty fun.

I sorted the tumbled stones a bit, they're nearly all ready for the next stage, I'm just putting the big ones back in for a day or two to let them shape a bit more.

I pulled up my Instacart order from Michaels last night and finalized it. After the whole shower debacle, I said fuck it and ordered. The woman took like... over an hour to shop for shit and fucked up two things on my list. I don't know what happened, I wish she like messaged me or something, because the primary reason I placed that order - pushpins - guess what. She fucking replaced them with thumbtacks and didn't tell me. The same wordage mistake that I made for over a decade. It was like some sick divine joke.

So... I'm gonna have to just suck it up and go for a drive tomorrow. Which means digging my car out, but it's better to do that before the snow melts and ices to the windshield than after.

But hey, check this out, I got some work done on my hoodie. Haven't worked on that in a while. So, that was good! And since I'm taking a trip, I'm thinking I might go to the pharmacy and see if I can find a bleach pen in addition to these pushpins. Ugh. I swear, look at this damn situation and how it played out.

Start - The best tool I have used to help with executive functioning is my whiteboard. So, in order to help unfuck my life and feel a better sense of orientation and accomplishment in my isolation, I really need to get it up and running.

Plan - Get something to mount the whiteboard on the wall.

Steps - Compare hanging materials. I leaned towards Command strips so I didn't put holes in the walls and... I don't have pushpins, even though I know they work. Turns out the whiteboard frame is too big to use the Command strips I have.

New plan - Order pushpins. Place order, wait 2 hours for delivery. No pushpins.

New-new plan - Say fuck it and drive somewhere tomorrow.

Like... this shit costs $2.50. And I can't fucking get my hands on them. It's driving me crazy.

Okay, I'm gonna level here, as I'm sure it's a bit noticeable in my stripped down writing tonight. I'm fucking exhausted. And now a bit more pissed off about just... stupid simple stuff going wrong.

Silver lining? I started to do research on good luck and good fortune symbols. I have a bunch of sigils and glyphs and shit around to ward off bad spirits and whatnot, but nothing to invite good luck and good fortune. I am... really unlucky. So, honestly, worst case scenario is these good luck charms or whatever are a bunch of crap and don't do anything. Big fucking loss, who cares. Oh no, I spent a bunch of time making cool art that doesn't have magical powers, oh noooo... And if it does somehow inspire good luck? Hell of a bonus. I'll roll the dice on that shit, fuck it.

Sleep time. Zzzzzz.

#diary #journal #online journal #stream of thoughts #stream of consciousness

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chocolatecakecas · 3 years

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Rockin' the Suburbs: Chapter 4

chp1 chp2 chp3 or read on ao3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How many people lived in this damn neighborhood?

"So see any fugly faces?"

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

"Well, what about that lad-"

"No she's no-"

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

"No Dea-"

"Okay well, what about th-"

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

(read the rest under the cut)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Dean are you sur-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah but that fire-"

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

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

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

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

And it happens so fast Dean almost misses it.

But he sure as hell feels it.

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

What the hell?

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

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

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

Because Cas kissed him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah I'm-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Showtime

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Weirdo rich people, weirdo history buffs. Score.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Focus Winchester.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damn they were good at this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damnit. They were so close.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah I guess, but wh-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Because none of this is rea-

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

Cas kissed him on the cheek, again.

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

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

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

Because what the fuck is happening.

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hyunverse · 3 years

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how to hide a body | fushiguro megumi

✧ gender neutral.

✧ tags: angst, thriller.

✧ warnings: dead body, death, murder, mention of cheating, vomit.

✧ summary: everything in your life changes the moment megumi asks you how to hide a dead body.

fuck, fuck, fuck. those were the only words you repeated— no, you could comprehend in your head. everything happening felt so surreal that your head was empty. or maybe it was so full, you couldn't focus on just one thought.

the lake was calm, a contrast to your racing heartbeat. if the lake wasn't so hidden then maybe people would come here to fish. you're certain nobody comes here though, you did your research.

much to your dismay, the blanket covering the body slipped, showing the corpse's face. you looked down at the dead woman and winced. her eyes were wide open— no, popped out like fucking buttons, lips a light blue and her veiny neck was bruised. the bruises were all black and blue. she looked so fragile in your arms, her shoulder blades seemed sharper than usual. it must've hurt like hell, you thought. to be choked to death like that. you hissed when the image of getting choked and gasping for breath appeared in your head. not now. not when you're discarding the body. you decided to think about this mess later on.

carefully, you closed the woman's eyes with your gloved fingers. discarding her body would be impossible if she was staring right at you as if she's still alive, judging your every move. quickly after, you covered her face back with the blanket.

megumi on the other hand sat on a rock, eyes glued on the ground. just looking at your figure holding the dead body made his body run with chills. it's like that feeling when you know you're about to get tickled— the throbbing and the itch on your body. scared that the person will touch you. that's how he felt, chills ran all over his body, goosebumps on his skin.

fushiguro megumi has seen many dead bodies, but none he killed. he gulped. he killed her. he killed the woman in your hands— his girlfriend. was his girlfriend.

"i didn't mean to, i didn't mean to", he repeated in his head. as if repeating the same words would make it real.

truths are the things you make. truths aren't things that actually happened, it's something you make believe. however, it's not guaranteed your heart will believe in it. minds are easily deceived, but your heart isn't. right now megumi wishes he could just rip his heart out his chest. then take some stupid pills to quiet down his brain or something. anything to destroy this feeling in him.

you looked back at megumi to see his hands in his hair, ripping the pretty black strands you've always loved. his body heaved as he breathed.

a few days prior megumi had stormed into your dorm, where you were happily watching a show. he was panting, and he was sweaty.

"how do you hide a body?", he asked. you laughed, because you thought he was joking. the amount of times you binge-watched criminal minds with him must've gotten into his head.

but he was short of breath. you looked at his hands and saw the way his hands were trembling, and you instantly knew he did something wrong. incredibly wrong.

"she cheated on me y/n, she cheated on me", megumi kept on repeating when he brought you to see the body.

his girlfriend was laying on the floor of his dorm with her eyes wide opened, lips slightly parted. she looked like she had regrets. which she most probably did, what sorcerer doesn't die with regrets? most of them do, that's what the principal had said before. megumi's blood was under her finger nails, you could tell she tried to free herself.

when you think about it again, you realized that you could've just ran. run out of his room, back to yours and drool over fucking levi ackerman or something. or you could've reported to the police. anything that would get you of this situation.

love makes you do stupid, irrational things. you were in love. crazy lovesick. he was your darling, your angel— whatever you call somebody you adore. so you covered the body with a random blanket you bought in kyoto. you loaded the body into the boot of a rented car, with megumi crying in the passenger's seat. you drove miles away, ignoring the rotting smell of a corpse.

all for fushiguro megumi. how foolish is that?

"do you want to say goodbye?", you asked, immediately regretting your decision. megumi shook his head, not even daring to look your way. he fiddled with his fingers instead, his tears nearly slipping from his blue eyes.

okay then, you thought. you walked towards the edge of the water, and you swore you could feel the earth swallowing you down. perhaps it was your punishment, for covering up this murder. she was a cheater but she didn't deserve death. you knew that. it took all of your energy to walk even more, the earth swallowing you down inch by inch.

finally, you kneeled. you placed the body down, watching the water pull the body down, consuming her away. away from your sight. hopefully never to be seen again. you tossed her phone into the water, eyeing the electronic as it submerges into the water.

you took a deep breath, shutting your eyes close as you did so. you turned towards a weeping megumi, dusting dirt off your jeans.

"it's done, 'gumi", you muttered, "she's gone".

he simply nodded and got up from his spot, summoning one of his divine dogs. the two of you walked back to your rented car, the dog trailing behind to cover up your footsteps. in case anyone visits the place.

complete silence. the car was completely silent, quieter than a library. the scent of a corpse was still present in the car, so you hung up your air refreshener.

and then you drove. away from the madness. for good. in hopes that the further away you get from the lake, the more innocent you'll feel.

megumi sat cross legged on his seat, looking around in the car. his gaze fell on your hands resting on the gear stick. pristine and clean— if he hadn't known better he would've thought you just got a manicure.

his body moved before his brain did. softly, he put his hand on top of yours, caressing your soft skin. something in him fluttered. you didn't move your hand away so he left his hand there. gentle fingers circling your complexion.

as he cradled your hand he thought about your friendship. why didn't he like you instead? he squeezed your hand as he pondered. wouldn't it have been easier? things wouldn't end up the way it did if he chose you in the first place. you were always so nice to him. he tapped his pointer against your hand to the rythm of the song playing on the radio. megumi imagined your blood streaming throughout your body— something his girlfriend would never be able to do anymore.

curse his mind. he felt sick. there was heat bubbling up his stomach, up to his throat. a vile taste on his tongue. rushing, he grabbed a brown paper bag and threw up. vomit pouring out of his mouth the way you poured bleach on his bedroom floor.

hearing him throw up, you looked at him through your rear mirror. megumi's eyes met yours through the mirror too, only for a brief second before he felt the need to vomit again. you looked away as well.

figuring out how megumi felt wouldn't require a mind reader. you understood his gaze immediately. things will never be the same, not after the two of you saw what you were capable of. secrets would be kept but the friendship wouldn't.

all of that shit wasn't worth it, you monologued. what did you expect anyway? for him to pull you into his lap, kiss you senseless and tell you he loves you? that he had been in love with you since forever? for him to tell you that he's proud of you?

no matter how much you do for somebody, they wouldn't change their feelings for you unless if they want to.

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the-problem-with-her-gorilla · 3 years

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Monsters-

'Raccoon man spotted again'

'A raccoon human like creature spotted by man taking out trash "the dude was crouched on the edge of the dumpster eating something and it's eyes like glowed" this isn't the first time, raccoon man has been spotted climbing trees around the park area.'

Mike was walking home after a late shift at Blockbuster, there was a chill in the air, Winter would start soon. Mike cut through the park, he heard something in the trees, he kept going but the sound got closer behind him. Mike stopped, something, someone fell from the trees.

"Uh you ok man?" There was a hiss, Mike walked closer "kinda late to be climbing trees" Mike can finally see the figure on the ground more clearly. It's some kind of humanoid like from Star Trek, Mike thought. The thing was curled up hiding its face, it hissed again. Mike decided that he hadn't done anything stupid yet today so why not touch the thing. It showed its face, whatever the thing was it's definitely part human, it's face was covered in dirt and grime, it was crying. "Are, are you ok?" Mike decided to do another stupid thing, he pick it up and walked to his apartment. It was hard to tell how tall it is, it wasn't a big hassle picking it up. Unlocking the door still holding it was a different story.

3 months later

It became they became Jay, the first thing Jay said to Mike, was on the couch eating funyuns and watching evil dead for the 100th time. Mike couldn't believe he was harboring a cryptid, apparently he was popular in the area, reports of sightings of a raccoon man in the trees. That night Mike picked him up he discovered Jay had a badly sprained wrist. Lucky they didn't have to go to the hospital. Mike didn't mind having Jay live with him, it's nice to have someone to come home to. The only other person to know about Jay is Rich, Mike's co worker, who at first was creeped out by Jay and Jay had been so scared but now they all watch shit movies Saturday nights. The only thing that scared Mike was his feelings for Jay. It didn't help that Jay's all touchy feely with him, Rich made a comment about it saying from his research that Jay was sent marking him or some shit. "I think Jay has a thing for you" Rich and Mike were on lunch break

"Yeah right"

"I'm serious, he totally has a thing for you, he never leaves your side and-"

"It's not like he can go anywhere"

"He could just leave" Mike paused "and he doesn't hiss at you"

"He apologized for that time and the time after that"

"He still hisses at me if I get to close to you" Mike didn't notice that. "And don't act like you don't feel the same way"

"I. I don't"

"Yeah right"

Mike got home from work and sat down next to Jay, Jay instantly attached himself to Mike's side. "Um Jay? Can I ask you something?" Jay shook his head yes "do you have a.. a um mate?" Jay looked up at Mike and shook his head yes again "oh" Mike tried not to sound as broken up as he felt "who?" Jay laughed and pointed at Mike

"You" Mike's heart skipped a beat

"Really are you joking with me?"

"You take me to your home, give me food, give me presents" Jay points to the small collection of horror DVDs that Mike may or not have stolen from work. "We share clothes" Jay was wearing Mike's ghostbuster t shirt "Are we not mates?" Jay sounded angry all of a sudden "do you not want me?"

"I didn't say that!"

"I know I can't read and I still have problems with going through the trash"

"Hey we're working on both those things!" "We're still mates?"

"Yes, I'm not trying to break up with you I just didn't know we were dating or courting or whatever you call it" Jay got up from the couch and came back with blankets from the bed. Mike has really done it now, Jay only makes a nest when he's upset. "I'm sorry Jay" Jay moves blankets around Mike, usually Jay nest alone when he's upset with Mike. Jay sits in Mike's lap sideways, wraps his arms around Mike and shoves his face between Mike's neck and shoulder. "I'm sorry Jay, I didn't know, I should of, I mean I am really stupid" Mike holds Jay, Jay mumbles something "what was that?" Jay lets up

"You're not stupid" Mike looks into Jay's eyes he can never tell if there blue or green and leans in kissing Jay, he can feel Jay purr.

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sakuric · 3 years

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study dates -> akaashi keiji

synopsis!the love you felt for keiji was growing bigger and bigger, suffocating you more and more each day, but you still didn't let yourself confess. all it took was rejection to finally word how you feel about him.

pairing!keiji akaashi x gn!reader

genre!fluff

warnings!slight cursing

wc!1886

gen taglist! @graykageyama @elixhirs @soranihimawari @admiringlove @softieynnie

a/n!hello babes :3 this is a short? not rly drabble dedicated to my dear sam @admiringlove , and every akaashi stan reading !! this wasn't proof read, but i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it :)

you were in love. in love with a boy whose presence made your heart skip a beat. in love with a boy whose hands are gorgeous, but he hides them everytime someone, who isn’t you, around him. he's a boy you've been in love with for a long time now, yet you can't gather the courage to let yourself tell him.

"hello, y/n. are you ready to study?" akaashi asked, sitting down opposite of you at the table. you were doing your study session in the library, as you do every week. although bokuto, akaashi's friend, once joked that you two go out on study "dates", but neither of you found it funny. and it made you worry, why akaashi didn't find it funny. of course, he doesn't usually laugh at bokuto's jokes, and he usually answers with a snarky remark, but he stayed quiet that time.

"l/n?" akaashi waved a hand in front of your face, causing you to flinch out of your daydream. "oh, uh, yes i'm ready." you smiled softly, opening your biology book, but akaashi noticed something wrong.

"you sure? we can skip today if you want."

"oh, no, akaashi, it's okay. i'm okay." you gave him a soft smile before continuing to read. "so what i'm thinking is-"

"what i'm thinking..." akaashi interrupted, a hand slid across the table to close your book, his deep emerald eyes gazing back at your own. you gulped, swallowing any sign of anxiety that could be visible. but it didn't help, akaashi knew you well, and he knew how fidgety you get when you’re anxious for something, so when he saw you anxiously play with your nails while waiting for him, he knew something was up. "is that we can continue this later. do you want to go out with me, y/n?"

as the words left his mouth, your body stiffened, your breath came to a halt for just a moment, and your palms started sweating heavily. "like- like on a date...?"

"yes, y/n, like on a date." akaashi let out a laugh, mumbling "cutie" before sitting back in his chair. "i'll let you think about it, and if you say yes, i'll see you tomorrow at eight pm, by the crooked tree in the campus park, deal?"

"deal."

—

the next evening came faster than expected. and you weren’t really confident with your choice to go on the date akaashi suggested. what did you have to wear? did you have to bring anything? was it a friendly date? the answers to these questions were too unknown to you, but nonetheless, you couldn’t disappoint your best friend, right?

“i was thinking you forgot about the date.” akaashi’s voice ringed in your ear, your body shifting immediately towards the origin of the sound. your eyes scanned his body; a university hoodie, a pair of black, skinny jeans, and his beloved converse shoes. you swooned over how he dressed, for the study sessions he’d wear a beige button up with a sweater-vest on top and some formal, checkered pants. but for afterschool chats and hanging out, he dressed nearly opposite.

“are you alright? why are you not saying anything…”

“you.. look nice.” you mumbled, stepping closer to him, in hopes that your anxiety will calm and let you speak the words you wished to say.

“thank you, y/n. you look nice too.” he smiled softly, his emerald orbs scanning your face for any discomfort. akaashi was good - he was good at identifying different emotions of people, even if there was the slightest change in a person's body language, he could already identify why and what they felt. he was also good for you, and you knew if he’d reject you, he’d try his best to continue being friends without it being awkward for you.

“akaashi, why did you ask me to come here?”

“i wanted to tell you something.” keiji extended his hand towards you, waiting for you to grasp it. he loved when you held his hands, and you’d do it quite often. akaashi never let anyone hold or look at his hands for too long, and he had opened up about how he’s insecure about his hands, their shape and form. that time, you comforted him by planting a small kiss on each of his fingers, saying his hands were perfect the way they were. you intertwined your fingers with his and started walking.

you wondered what it was that he wanted to tell you, what was on his mind this exact moment. you sometimes wished to be able to read people’s minds, just so you could figure out what goes on in that pretty head of his. and maybe, for your own good, what he thinks about you. these emotions flooded your mind like a flood after a rainstorm, and akaashi noticed. he stopped in his tracks, covered your eyes and mumbled ‘were almost here’ as he stood behind you. you two walked for a while, akaashi mumbling a few words into your hair as he led you further. your mind started racing with a million thoughts an hour as you wondered where he had taken you.

“okay we’re here,” keiji announced, removing his hands from your eyes. you turned around to see him smiling softly at you, as he stood in front of the object he wished to show you. you tried to get a look at it, but akaashi forbid you from it. “remember when you showed me that flower, in our biology textbook?” you nodded your head, anticipating what the boy had planned.

“i did some research and i found out that the flower is right next to our main campus,” akaashi moved so you could finally see what he brought you here for. and then you saw it… the bright lilac flower staring back at you. a laugh mixed gasp left your lips as you walked closer to the delicate flower, your fingers carefully tracing the petals. “and i also found out that it was planted here on exactly your birthday. so i think i’d like to call it the y/n flower.” you giggled and turned to him with a smile painted on your face. as your arms embraced keiji in a warm hug, you mumbled a small ‘thank you’ against his warm skin.

—

a week had passed and akaashi wasn’t seen, to you at least. you saw him in the halls and tried to catch up to him, but he’d walk away without letting you even say hello. you’ve had enough. what did you even do wrong? you two just hung out later after the date, he gave you a book he really liked and said there was something special in it for you- wait. the book… you haven't opened it yet, and maybe the important thing was why he was ignoring you.

as soon as the class bell rang you ran out of the school building and jogged across your campus. thankfully, it was your last class of the day, so you didn't need to rush. except you did, you wanted to fix this, you wanted to find out what went wrong.

you attempted to unlock and open the door to your dorm, but the door seemed to give you a middle finger and decide to not unlock. fuck it’s the wrong key, you thought and clumsily fumbled with the multiple keys you had. as if the day hadn't been horrible already, you dropped the keys.

“fuck!” you exclaimed, feeling tears prick your eyes. you quickly grabbed -hopefully- the right key and unlocked the door. you had never gotten in your dormitory as fast as you did now. without taking any notice, you quickly speed-walked to your bookshelf.

The picture of Dorian Grey, by Oscar Wilde. was the name of the book Akaashi Keiji gave you. it was one of your favourite books when you had read it in highschool, yet you haven't picked up a copy of it ever since. you flipped over to the page where a small blue sticky note marked. you opened it to find a highlighted quote, and another sticky note writing something underneath it.

“You are a wonderful creation. You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know.” y/n, have i not been obvious enough? I have tried to show you that I love you. maybe my cheeks weren't a bright enough shade of crimson when you kissed each pad of my finger on both my hands, maybe i didn't use my body language enough. Bokuto says that for a genius I am truly stupid. and I cannot help but agree. i hope, that instead of study sessions, we could go on real study dates, as a couple. but i’ll ask you this later. I love you, l/n y/n. please tell me you do too.

that was it. that was enough to make you realise what you had done and why he was ignoring you. you hadn’t told him.

—

“hey, y/n.” spoke akaashi, seeing you the next day after your date. you smiled softly at him and greeted him with a hug.

“hi, keiji. are we going to study today?” you asked, tightening your grasp on the straps of your black backpack. you noticed how akaashi’s hands twitched, he was going to hug you, or maybe hold your hand, but he restrained himself.

“i.. uh.. i have to go, y/n. see you around.”

—

he had expected you to open the book as soon as you got home, and didn't think about the fact that you wanted to give all your time and attention to it. it didn't make sense. it didn't make sense how all this time you expected to be rejected by akaashi when you’d confess (which you thought about never doing), but you unknowingly rejected him.

once again, your body worked faster than your brain could register and you were right out the door, on your way to akaashi’s dorm.

“y/n? what are you doing here?” keiji asked, his head slightly tilted to the side, signifying that he was confused. he was wearing that gray university hoodie of his and some black sweatpants, and you swore you had never wanted to embrace someone in a hug as much as you did now.

without even saying anything, you embraced his lips in a passionate kiss. akaashi’s mind raced with multiple thoughts, but nonetheless his warm hands travelled to the groove of your waist. you two made out with the open door for about two minutes until either of you realised it was even open. akaashi thanked the gods that no one saw and that bokuto wasn't over at that time, because he would've made funny remarks, that neither you or akaashi would've found funny.

“i love you too, akaashi keiji. i’ve always loved you.” you smiled after you two caught your breath. “i read the highlighted page, and i’m sorry that it took me so long. we could've avoided the whole… ignoring that went on if i had opened it sooner and i- i love you, akaashi.”

“i know you do, y/n. i love you too.” akaashi smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead. “how about a study date at the library?”

#akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader #akaashi x gn!reader #akaashi headcanons #akaashi x you #keiji akaashi #akaashi imagine #haikyuu akaashi #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu one shots #akaashi one shots #— rayne writes #if you liked this pls rb !! means a lot :)

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nanamisflowerfield · 3 years

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HELLO!I hope you are healthy! Make sure to eat veggies and drink a lot of water! I dunno if I'm doing it right but How about Finnian or Sebastian with a future!Phantomhive reader? Like reader is Ciel's decendant( look like the female version of him) and vert important to the Quenn and England( *cough and almost every other country *cough) They were hunting some witch maybe but teleported back to past. With her cousin who is Elizabeth's male version, constantly asks her to marry her and etc. They landed right inside of the manor and a fight begins( Maybe reader is kinda half demon half human or half angel half human) She uses every kind of weapons but she is especially good at swords. Ciel doesn't believe of course so she basically tells the whole family history and shows him the ring.Oh and also maybe the same things that happened to him also happened to her as well. When she sees Sebastian she is like " Dude you didn't even bother changing yourself?" Before she kills the witch, the witches puts a spell on her, saying that as long as she doesn't fix her ancestor's mistakes, she cannot go back and won't have a future.So reader is stuck in past eith her annoying cousin I would like to see their times together, you know liking then blushing, trying to confess, their first kiss and just some fluff!

Thank you in advance sweetie and take care!

Omg, thanks for the request!!❤️ it sounded very interesting and I just had to write it as fast as possible! (*^ω^*) I had so much fun!~ Thanks again! I coudln’t decide who I should choose... It was pretty hard to decide...

So this is a Finnian x Reader HC... Unfortunately I had work and a every important exam and couldn‘t write it fast, sorry about it! And so sorry for waiting so long for it!!

And thanks!~ I hope that you (and everybody else of course) is taking care of themselves, wears their masks, be healthy and happy!~ ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Gender: I wanted to write it gender-neutral but it I wrote sometimes she/her in it.... Sorry!

words: 2058

warnings: fluffyyyy! And death

Requests: Open

If somebody ever wants to read a Sebastian Michaelis x Reader with this plot, just ask me! I would write it, because I loved the plot-idea! It was very great! Thanks again, hun!

And some last words: Stay healthy, drink enough water, wear your masks and yes, it is a hard time for everybody but I hope that you all will be happy!~

🗡 “Come on! Go and get that, stupid witch!” You yelled over to your group of colleagues and friends. You all runed as fast as possible to hunt down a strong witch, who wanted to kill the Queen of England and as a good-hearted and well paid Phantomhive, you tried to help her. Unfortunately for you, the emphasis was on the word tried, because the witch was too fast.

🗡 “Sooo…. When is going to be our wedding?” You heard a too familiar voice asking you by your side. “This is no the time to joke around, Elijah! We need to hurry!”

🗡 Thanks to the gods above, you surrendered the witch. But she started to laugh like a frickin’ maniac! “Ohh, you know why I did so many things? Hahaha… I did it for a reason! So many people did so many mistakes and nobody ever tried to help them out or to fix their big problems … So… Why don’t you be a dear and fix the mistakes your beloved ancestors did!”

🗡 Suddenly a light dazzled you and when you opened your (e/c) eyes. No! The witch can’t escape her again! So you did the only intelligent thing and killed her.

🗡 But that damn light came again and out of the sudden your group was gone…

🗡 “Wow… That was strange.” But not Elijah. Your cousin. He stood up and walked to your direction, looking over your body to see, if you have any bruises or wounds. At least one of your group members were there.

🗡 “Yes, indeed. But not as weird as this place here.” You said and looked around you. The surroundings looked like London, the city you used to live in, but everything was so… old? What’s up with the furniture and this crappy paintings? You were to 100% sure that you were in your home. The Phantomhive Manor. But everything was so… weird!!

🗡 Before you could have asked your cousin about his little wound the witch inflicted him with, knives were thrown into your direction!

🗡 Fortunately, you were a skilled fighter. You could practically use every weapon if you wanted to! So you used your great skills and blocked the attacks of some strangers.

🗡 Some of them shot at you, some threw knives but then… You saw something weird. A tree!?

🗡 Elijah pushed you away in time, but only got stretched but a branch of it.

🗡 How in the world, could somebody throw trees around!? That was not possible for any human being!

🗡 Now, when you two were on the ground, you heard footsteps.

🗡 “Who are you?” - “Uhh… If I’m not wrong, people usually introduced themselves before they asked others.” – “You are inside my home. I’m pretty sure, that you know who I am, assassin.”

🗡 Assassin? That was new…

🗡 “What the hell? Hey, kiddo. This place belongs to (y/n)! Afterall this is her home for she is a Phantomhive!”

🗡 “Phantomhive?” The young blue-haired boy raised his eyebrow and did not believed any word Elijah had said.

🗡 So, it was your turn to explain your situation. Who you are, why you are here and so on and on. But the young boy still didn’t believe a word. His household even looked at you in confusion. Until you showed them your ring. The ring of the Phantomhives.

🗡 His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw it and immediately glanced to his finger. It was the same one! How could it be possible? A young woman with blueish hair, the same ring as his and not to forget a similar past… Is she mayhaps from another world? But no. You retold him everything again.

🗡 When your eyes glanced around, you saw very familiar red eyes. The red eyes of a demon. Sebastian Michaelis. “Ohhh my gosh. Are you kidding me, Sebastian!? Did you really… REALLY attacked ME!? What the hell! I thought that you wouldn’t do such a thing except if we had our training sessions, but this is just…. Oh god, I am really mad right now. And what the hell is wrong with your clothes?” Sigh. “Dude… you didn’t even bother changing yourself? Unbelievable.”

🗡 Everybody was just very confused…. Even Elijah.

🗡 And who knows. Maybe you were unfortunate or maybe not, but you were stuck in the past. At first you though it was your bad luck, but now… Maybe it wasn’t so bad. Afterall… he was here. With you.

💐 At the beginning you started to count the days since you were stuck in the past or… present day(?)

💐 And Elijah was there nonstop. He would never leave your side, even when you wanted to sleep in one of the guest rooms, you’ve got from your ancestor Ciel Phantomhive. Your cousin just followed you like a lost little puppy, but it was pretty normal.

💐 Everybody thought at first, that he was your fiancée, until you’ve told them that you would never marry him. He was more like a brother figure to you than husband material… (I feel sorry for Elijah D: )

💐 You loved to look around and observe watch everybody.

💐 It was kinda funny how Mey-Rin always slipped and tripped around or how the kitchen nearly exploded whenever Baldroy tried to cook for the head of the household. It never got boring.

💐 But you loved liked to watch one person particular.

💐 “Good day, Finnian.” You smiled at the gardener, who always seems to be happy, whenever he worked with the flowers.

💐 How could somebody so sweet be so strong? I mean… He threw a tree at you!!

💐 “Ohhh… Lady (y/n). H-Hello!” And like always the young blond boy blushed when he saw you. Some might say that he got a small little crush on you, which was so cute.

💐 He was so different and special.

💐 “Oh, stop it with this whole lady-crap, please.” Of course you didn’t wanted to be called as lady by some guy who you were interested in. And that was all. You were just interested in him for his strength and not his cute blushing face… Or how he always seems to bet happy… How he always tries to help you…

💐 Sometimes, you were sitting under a tree, reading a book boringly. When are you going to be in your time and see your friends???

💐 Whenever this happened, Finnian looked worriedly at you. You always looked so sad. So, he went to his friends and asked how he could cheer you up! They of course have told him how he could cheer you up with different ideas!

💐 Mission Number 1 by Baldroy: Show her your strength. Women love strong people!

💐 When you tried to help him with the weed in the garden, you tried to pull some out but it was kind of stuck in there next to the beautiful flowers you loved. The sterling roses. Finnian, the sweet-like angel, walked to your side to help you out. But then… He got so awkward by the closeness of you two, that he accidently pulled the rose bush out of the ground rather than the weed. “OH NO!” – “Oh gosh, Finnian…. Why?” – “I-I… I didn’t… I… NO!” And the blond gardener ran away, leaving a confused but smiling phantomhive alone in the garden.

💐 Mission Number 1: Failed.

💐 Mission Number 2 by Mey-Rin: Bring her something she likes. Like tea! Yes~ She always drinks tea!

💐 Nervously, Finnian walked to you, hearing the voice of Elijah who talked about who knows what until he saw the gardener. “H-Hello… Do you want some tea…? It’s Earl Grey tea… Here…” He said blushing and coming near to the one he fancied so much. But who could have known that there was a small stone in front of the awkward blond. Small enough to be hidden, but large enough to trip over it, which is what the gardener did. He tripped and the tea he prepared for you, spilled over you, making a big mess. Shocked, he ran away after he apologized to you, not hearing a small laugh of yours and the loud yelling of Elijah.

💐 Mission Number 2: Failed.

💐 When Finnian read a romance book to get a few plans, he thought about giving up completely, but he couldn’t do such a thing. The only thing that matters right now is to make you happy… He couldn’t give up! No! So, he did more researches, not realizing that his beloved crush was nearby, smiling at the blonde.

💐 “Okay… What if I-“ – “Finnian!” He looked over his shoulder to see you running to him. “Oh… Is something wrong? You were running… Do you need help?” He asked immediately. “No, silly.” You laughed. “You looked so nervous again and…. You were thinking about something, right? I thought that you might have been upset with something. Maybe the flowers you accidently ruined.” He gulped. Oh no… You remembered it.

“Sooo… Here. It’s for you.” You said and shoved a bouquet of sterling roses and sunflowers into his hands with the brightest smile you could ever give somebody and would make a certain someone very furious and jealous.

💐 That was the day, you both realized that you weren’t just interested in somebody or fancied that one… No. It was a stronger feeling. It was like… love. Yeah, maybe you loved him.

💐 Now, he wanted to confess to you, after that one day, but he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to do this. Elijah would be mad and you were a phantomhive! That was a big no-no! But you were the only thing that makes him super happy…

💐 You might not have the power of mind-reading, but you sure have a great sense in reading people’s emotions, which is why you were certain, that he had the same feelings you had.

💐 It was time to confess your feelings! But… how?

💐 “Ohh nooo!” You dramatically laid your arm on your head and glanced down. “I am stuck here. I can’t get dooooown! What should I doooo?~ Ohhh, I wish for a strong one to save me!~” – “Here, I am!”

“NO! ELIJAH GO AWAY!! NOT YOU! GOOO!” – “But you need help, (y/n)!” – “Elijah, I don’t need your help!”

And that little argument went back and forth for a while, until he came to you two. “You two are having many arguments…” – “Oh, that is very normal for us. Many say that we are like a married couple, right my beloved?~ Ouch! Why are you throwing your shoes at me!? Stop it, please!”

“But you said, that you needed help!” – “NOT YOURS!! I can come down ALONE! Here!”

And that is what you tried to do. Usually, you were like a cat. Perfect at climbing trees and landing on your feet, but this time, the phantomhive-bad luck hit you hard in your face, which resulted in you making a wrong step and falling down.

💐 And here you were. In the arms of the one you wanted to help you. Finnian. He was fast enough (and strong enough to shove Elijah away) to save you in time. “Ohhh, my hero!~” You laughed and threw your arms around his shoulders, smiling at the still shocked gardener.

“Let me give my sweet knight in the dirty armor a reward!~” That’s what you did. You gave him a surprise kiss-attack on his lips!

💐 Oh gosh…. He looked like a tomato! Totally blushing and asking if it was okay to kiss.

💐 “But of course! I might be stuck here in your time… But maybe it is a good thing I am here… I’ve got to meet you and finally love somebody… It was a long time since I ever trusted somebody… But know I can… I have you. I love you, Finnian.”

💐 Finni being a blushing mess and nearly yelling his reply of “I LOVE YOU!” too loud.

Bonus:

💐 “…. WHAT!? BUT (Y/N)!! I thought we were going to marry!” – “No! She is mine!” – “Pff…. In your dreams! From now on, you will be my rival!”

“Uh…. I already chose Finnian, Elijah… Gosh, what the hell is wrong with you….”

#kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji x reader #kuroshitsuji imagines #black butler #black butler imagines #black butler x reader #phantomhive!reader #finnian #finnian x reader #finnian imagine #finnian x phantomhive!reader

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mirainawen · 3 years

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Some headcanons for The Long Road that absolutely nobody asked for

Who’s the messiest one:

Everyone has their places that they are the messiest one in.

dean: when he cooks, he does not clean up the kitchen afterward. he reasons that cleanup is sam's detail, because that splits the work 50-50. most of the time, sam is okay with this because he doesn't particularly enjoy cooking and is tired of takeout. he'll bitch dean out in three circumstances: 1, he hasn't been there (fair), 2, he wanted to eat out (less fair), 3, DID YOU REALLY HAVE TO WRECK THE WHOLE KITCHEN TO BAKE A FRICKIN PIE (least fair).

when it comes to the state of his room, though, dean falls right between sam and adam. it's his space, so he reasons everyone can mind their own business. sometimes he is really on top of it; other stretches of time, he'll let things pile up / get out of place before he'll do something about it.

you so much as leave a to-go cup in Baby, though, and God help you.

sam: between the three of them, sam tends to be the most orderly and tidy. BUT, leave that man alone to his own devices in the library? he's probably fallen asleep atop an entire table of "organized chaos" of open books, pages of notes, a new (unimplemented) filing system, a dozen bookmarked tomes, and a couple dozen pens lost amid the chaos. sam in research mode + cross-referencing & digitizing & organizing the men of letters' archives into a streamlined and interconnected, coherent system is...a lot. just like A Lot. and it Shows. (and sam's loving every minute of it. utterly geeking out in his own head.)

adam: is a disaster child. he'll let shit pile up until he has to deal with it, or is otherwise bitched at enough by (usually) sam. he doesn't have a lot of stuff, so it can't reach actual problem levels in the bunker. but he's totally the kind to be like, "what the hell? how long has this been here? hey, guys, when did we eat at burger king? oh god, we should definitely toss that at the next gas station. what? no i'm not going searching for a trash can right now" about his car.

Who feels the most uncomfortable about PDA:

it is, get this, sam. i know, i know. hear me out. when given the option, adam can and will be affectionate within reason. he's the most uptight and gunshy about it at first, when he just gets out of the cage; tends to withdraw from people getting too close, always on edge; as a survivor of the most Traumatic Thing in the Universe, that is more than fair and expected.

once he's had time to find his footing with sam & dean, however, he'll greet them with a bro-hug, when appropriate, a slap on the back, a nudge of the elbow, lowkey affection like that.

dean came back from purgatory more affectionate than he'd ever been before. much more readily will not only greet with a hug, but say goodbye (even in 'casual' partings) with a hug.

that leaves sam, who used to be considered more mushy than dean by these terms. dean's lowkey affection he's used to. adam's? nah. no. especially in the first 5 years, for the amount of time that adam does it (before shit gets Real Bad). after adam gets out of the institution, he gravitates more towards sam naturally, even when pissed, and sam's kinda lowkey why is he in my personal space??? weird. because it doesn't innately fit the same kind of way it does with dean. post-reintegration, he's more affectionate after they've found their footing again. he tries to make up for the Bad Years with more slaps on the shoulder kind of affection. boy's trying.

Who’s the funniest drunk:

sam is a disaster drunk. he's the biggest lightweight of the three of them, which is funny because he's also the biggest, just like the biggest in general. dean becomes so much fun in unexpectedly different kinds of ways. like, he can be talked into karaoke. or doing some stupid shit he's gonna regret in the morning because odds are it's not gonna end well.

but adam is straight up hilarious. that sharp wit comes out, and all his inhibitions (and image) are gone so he just straight up cracks the worst jokes ever and gets away with it. they land. somehow they land. maybe because sam & dean are also drunk. maybe because he is just that funny. maybe it's that he has a tendency to get blackout-wasted and do stupid shit that makes no sense whatsoever, like shower with his f*ckin socks on and dean is never gonna let that shit die.

Who texts the most:

adam or dean. during large periods of time in the first 5 years, adam will leave dean on read and dean texts because read receipts means he knows when adam is checking his messages and therefore he knows adam is at least alive, if not entirely alright. by that view, dean texts the most.

but for random shit, that would be adam. he'll text dean something like

with either no caption, or something like: this reminds me you need to hit the gym, or looks like you have competition and doesn't give further context. dean doesn't mind because at least it means the kid's not dying in a basement somewhere.

he'll kick his ass for the fat comment later

Who reads the most:

it goes in this order:

sam "i read this entire book in one sitting cause i had the time, and now i am awake at 1am because i can't decide if i want to start another one since i have down time" winchester

adam "does it have cool illustrations? no? fine, at least tell me the lore on boobries is correct" milligan

dean "what job has the least amount of reading?" winchester

Who has the most embarrassing taste in music:

eff. ing. adam. even in his own car (where, hey, the rules are driver picks the music dean!) he's only allowed a certain amount of time for his "whiny teenage garbage music" (thanks dean) before he has to change it to something a little more tolerable (rock, at the very least). heaven help him if he hints at something country with dean around. dean will be like, sit your ass down it's time for REAL music 101 and put on Metallica for the 8th time.

Who’s better with kids:

adam, with dean a very, very close second! so close, they probably tie. adam, early on, isn't good with anyone because fresh-out-of-the-cage (even post-institution for a bit) makes him kind of a hairs-breadth triggered bomb when it comes to people of all ages. but adam a bit more balanced? a natural. he grew up around extended family, friends, wanted kids of his own someday.

sam, however, is the absolute worst. a pure disaster moron in this arena. when adam is de-aged? dean didn't think it was possible for sam to suck so much at something. (don't worry, the boy found his bearings. but oh man...the road to get there, paved with more potholes than road.) BUT when sam really tries? like if he lets himself relax and lowers his inhibitions, he can do pretty well. but he's mostly just Highly Uncomfortable around kids, and like, it Shows.

Who’s the one that fixes things around the house:

dean. put that boy in the garage, under the hood of a car, great. can do it all. put that boy in front of a little home repair? renovation? by god he'll figure it out. and he won't put a hole in the wall shut up sammy. he takes pride in the upkeep of the bunker.

sam, however, is much more content to just be like ah man i wish we had a shelf here. or, oh right we need to remember to do xyz and then sit back and wait for it to Magically Take Care of Itself.

Who’s got the weirdest hobby:

hobby? what the hell is that? a homeless person?

Who cooks and who cleans up:

dean cooks, sam cleans. adam cooks, sam and dean will rock-paper-scissors for cleanup. or leave adam to do it. sam is never allowed to cook. he's a horrible cook. they'd literally rather eat out than let sam cook. sam, of course, is highly insulted, but also like...he knows dean & adam are better cooks. they just are. yes, fine, he'll wash the dishes again.

every now and then he gives it a shot. surprisingly he makes really good pancakes. he'll cook just to force one of the others to have to cleanup when he's tired of being on dish duty. dean & adam are not impressed when he tries to leverage sandwiches for dish duty.

sam, somewhat sloshed on a saturday night will be like, guys! guys! hey why don't i make us food and dean and adam are like, duuuuuude. ...wait, no. sam- and he's like, no, guys, i got this, and brings them microwave burritos. and THEN they're like hey! no! this does NOT mean we're doing dishes!

#the long road #supernatural #tlr headcanons #dean winchester #sam winchester #adam milligan #ioannemos #i'm tagging you in this even though you did not ask for it

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aliasimagines · 5 years

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Meeting, falling for, dating and eventually having to leave Billy Hargrove would include :

request: Billy has a girlfriend before moving to Hawkins, being her the complete opposite of him (shy, a good person, honest, kind, dedicated, sensitive, right, who likes games, who fights for the power of women, etc…) the headcanon / imagine could be how they met, how they fell in love, how was dating (the day by day), what does Billy's family think of his gf, maybe moments / hobbies / things they both did together and perhaps what the two looked like when they both had to move to different cities. by @im-hqlover

a/n: I'm soooorrryyyyy it took me this long. It's messy and all over the place but I think I included everything (?). Also this is long. Sorry 🙏

Metting & getting to know each other

You met on the first day of high school

Billy didn't have a mulet back then, he wasn't wearing the leather jacket and didn't have his ear pierced. So wasn't really having the "bad guy" look just yet

You didn't really interact since he soon became popular while you liked to stay in the shadows thanks to your shyness

He was arrogant and rude while you are kind and quiet most of the time

But of course you have noticed him. He is gorgeous. Whit his wavy blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes.

Billy first really acknowledged you when you got paired for a school project in sophomore year. (not cliché at all)

You were nervous. Why wouldn't you be? It's Billy Hargrove we are talking about. One of the cool guys.

But honestly you didn't really think he would care about it

Much to your surprise he found you in lunch break. Billy told you that he has to pick up his step sister after school, but if you give him your address he will meet you there at 5

You were a bit shocked. Does he actually care? About a stupid school project?

Turns out he really does because he is failing the class

It's 5 past 10 when he shows up. He's got a small cut on his cheek which weren't there at school.

"Are you okay, Billy?"

He shrugged his shoulder, annoyed

"Can you just let me inside so we can do that stupid project?"

Deciding it's better not to anger him you step aside and guide him to your room

You start to do some research when you hear him murmur quietly

"I don't get this"

he was pointing at the task.

"Which part do you not get?"

"All of it?"

So you begin to explain him calmly and slowly

After about 2 hours, Billy kind of gets it so you start working.

You eat dinner with books in your hands while discussing the project.

And it's like you have been friends for years. You forgot your shyness and Billy forgot about all his problems. You even joked around between two tasks.

It's pretty late when you finish but it's friday so it's okay.

When you said goodbyes and you're about to close the door he suddenly turns around.

"Thanks Y/N. For explaining that shit."

"Of course, Billy! I'm glad I could help you!"

On Monday you and Billy present your project and the teacher is blown away by it. And Billy is so happy he pulls you into a bone crushing hug. And your bl

The teacher says that if Billy can keep this up he won't fail the class. So the teacher asks you to tutor him.

Growing & confessing feelings for each other

Once a week Billy comes over after he walked Max home( cause he doesn't have his car jet) and you guys work on home work together and study. Overtime he a bit longer stays after you finished studying. He stays for dinner (your parents love him) or you just hang in your room talking and listening to music.

Billy feels so comfortable around you. It's the way you treat him. Always so calm, kind and caring. He just feels like he can trust you. And he eventually realizes that he fell for you.

And oh boy, that scares him.

First Billy doesn't want to do anything about because he thinks there is no way you like him back.

But after spending many sleepless nights with fantasizing about what your relationship would be like he can't keep his emotions bottled up.

He gets up at 3 am and just goes over to your house and starts throwing rocks at your window

"Billy! What are you doing here?"

"I want to speak with you. Can you.. come outside?"

2 minutes later you find yourself walking next to Billy in a short and an oversized shirt you quickly changed into.

Few minutes pass and he still hasn't said anything. So you nervously turn to him and open your mouth to say something but he beats you to it.

"Y/N thanks to you I've got good grades and I'm super grateful for that but that's not why... Ah shit.. I can't"

He notices you're slightly shaking.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine just a bit cold"

"Oh, here. Take my jacket" and he puts it on your shoulders

And you're jumping out of your skin.

Because over there months you spent together you grew feelings for this boy and now he was giving you his jacket. Billy freaking Hargrove was giving you his signature leather jacket!

Oh, you weren't blushing. Naaah, not at all.

"T-thanks Billy..."

"Sure thing."

"So You were trying to say something?"

"Oh shit! ...You... I was trying to say how fucking nervous you make me." *cute small laugh*

Billy took a deep breath and stoped. You looked at him, totally confused.

"Y/N... I... I like you. Like... Like like you. I have been for a while now. You are just the cutest and kindest person I have ever met. Whenever you and I are alone I feel so happy... You make me super happy."

He looks at you like a lost puppy. He is just so goddamn cute.

Even though you're shy you pull him down by the collar of his shirt and kiss him.

Just a few hours ago you wouldn't even dare to dream about Billy liking you, yet here you are kissing on the poorly lighted street at 3 am.

That's how it started

Dating Billy & what his family thinks of it/about you

So Billy likes to show you off. Take you to parties (but if you don't want to he won't force you to), hold your hand in school or even kiss you by the lockers.

You definitely earn some jealous looks after that, even some threatening ones. (don't worry, Billy will punch everyone who tries to hurt you)

You accompany him when he has to walk Max home

Max does not mind it. You're always nice to her. You quickly befriend with the cute little ginger and take her to the arcade or play video games with her.

Once Billy gets his car you go on nightly car rides

He loves surfing, so he takes you to surf whenever he can. You have little competitions like "who can stay longer on the board?"

Or if you can't surf he will teach you.

Once you come out of the water he likes to walk around the beach, fingers intertwined, maybe get some ice cream or something. You guys would stay till ot gets dark.

Or sometimes even after that. Billy wound find a nice hidden spot where you can gaze up at the beautiful night sky as he holds you in his strong arms. And he has that smile on his face. You know it's a smile he only uses when it's just the two of you.

Like I said he is a show of and likes to drag you to parties so in return you drag him to demonstrations for women rights.

Billy loves listening to music and he loves you so listening to music with you is one of his favorite things to do.

You met his father and Susan when you ran over to his house to return his jacket.

Susan opens the door, asks who you are and when you tell her that you are Billy's girlfriend she immediately invites you in

She tells Max to inform Billy that you're here

Susan was cooking when you knocked so you ask if you can help her in anything till Billy comes.

"Oh aren't you sweet! Thank you, I would appreciate it!"

You and Susan are in deep conversation while you are cutting some vegetables when Billy walks in.

"Babe? What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I just brought back your jacket."

That's when Niel enter the kitchen too. He doesn't even says hello, he is just like: "who the hell is that?"

"I'm, uhm.. I'm Billy's girlfriend, sir."

Neil snorts and turns to his son "Your girlfriend?" Billy just nods so Susan takes the opportunity to speak up

"She is such a sweetheart, I didn't even know you had a girlfriend Billy."

"I guess I just didn't had a chance to talk about her"

Now his dad is looking at you "Does he take good care of you?"

"Yes sir, Billy is a wonderful boyfriend!"

"Pff are you talking about my son?"

And you're looking at him like wtf.

Later Billy tells you about his dad and how he treats him.

First your just so angry, because how can someone do that to their children?

But than you comfort your boyfriend. Tell him how he deserves the word and how you will always be there for him.

Moving to different cities

Billy is heartbroken when he learns you have to move.

But than his father announces that they will move to Hawkins and now he is hating every one.

You are devastated too, obviously. You just want to cry and be held by Billy but he is too busy being angry at the world.

You find him at your hiding spot on the beach, smoking.

"Billy, please don't be like this, this is hard for me too!"

He is too afraid of living without you, you're the only good thing in his life. And he doesn't want to lose you too.

"Baby I don't want this..." his voices is barely louder that a whisper, and you know he is fighting with his tears too.

"Me neither, Billy but... But we could figure out something?"

"What? We will be so freaking far away from each other!"

"Yes I know, but after high school we could still come back to Cali and live in a cute house by the ocean like how we planned"

"I... Yeah. Yes, you're right. But still, i don't know what will I do without you."

You sit next to him "We will talk. Every day on the phone. And I will write you."

The they you have to say goodbye is the worst. You are both crying. He doesn't want to let you go. You ran your fingers through his hair, one last time. He kisses you.

"Promise you won't forget me, Y/N. "

"I couldn't never!"

"Just promise."

"I promise, that I won't ever forget you Billy Hargrove."

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