#i'll probably going to break down before i can even type another word

[rafesfavgirl]

two graves, one gun — r. cameron

sad rafe fic bc i just got my period and i'm feeling extra emotional :')

series: every few lifetimes

❝ so long, london stitches undone two graves, one gun you'll find someone ❞

pairing: bf!rafe x fem!reader

context: after another night of getting coked out and passing out on barry's couch, rafe realizes you deserve better than him and decides to let you go.

words: 1.3k+

warnings: drug addiction, break-up, might make you cry, ANGSTY asl

the sole of your heel taps anxiously against your living room's hardwood floor, as you stared at the time on your phone's lock screen, which lit up with a photo that wheezie took of you and rafe sitting at one of the tables at midsummers last year, looking at each other as if you were the only people there.

8:30 p.m.

your heart aches at the realization that he had forgotten your date again, but the nerves that settle in your stomach win over, as you think about where he probably is.

pushing your weight off the sofa, you grab your car keys from the hooks on the wall, and dial rafe on your way out the door.

straight to voicemail. fuck.

you skip down the steps in front of your house and unlock your car in the driveway to get in, immediately starting the engine to get on your way.

you dial rafe again as you pull into the road—to no avail.

"damn it, rafe," you mutter, eyes switching between the road and your phone as you type him a message.

you: where are you???

when the message doesn't even go through, you let out a frustrated groan. either his phone's dead or it's switched off. you step on the gas to speed up, zigzagging between cars to get there faster.

you pull to an abrupt stop in front of a beat-down house on the south side, and switch the car off before hopping out.

"mrs. country club, what brings you to this side of the island?" barry stands from the porch when he sees you walking towards him, fuming.

"oh spare me the fake hospitality, barry," you tell him. "where is he?"

"where's who?" he shrugs—but you knew he knew what you were talking about.

"don't play dumb with me," you spat, attempting to walk past him. "i know he's here."

he steps to the side to block you from going any further. "maybe so, but it ain't a pretty sight."

"ugh," you manage to walk past him and proceed into the house, with him on your tail. "rafe!"

barry catches up to you and blocks your way again. "hey, i told you-"

"barry, you're really testing my patience here, alright?" you say, refusing to back down. you weren't scared of him—okay, maybe a little, but you weren't about to let him see that. "rafe!"

you push past barry again, and make your way further inside, immediately rushing to rafe, who was passed out face-down on barry's couch.

"oh my god, rafe!" you crouch down beside him, not missing the un-sniffed lines of coke on the wooden table in front of him, and pick up his head in your hands. "baby, baby," you gently pat his face with your hand. "can you hear me?"

"told you it wasn't a pretty sight," barry leans against a wooden post and watches you, making you roll your eyes.

"rafe," you try to wake him up again. "babe."

thankfully, his eyes flutter open, relief washing over you as you let out a sigh. "oh thank god."

"y/n?" his voice is barely above a whisper when his eyes lock with yours. "shit!"

you move aside when he suddenly sits up, searching the couch cushions for his phone. "what time is it?"

"rafe-"

"no, fuck!" he shouts when he realizes his phone is dead, and looks up at barry. "i told you to wake me up if i knocked out!"

"i'm not your keeper, cameron," barry shrugs. "just take your shit and go, a'ight?"

"baby…" rafe turns to you kneeling on the ground beside him, his voice much softer now. "i swear i set an alarm— i was just— i didn't think my phone would die and-"

"hey," you place your hand on top of his, squeezing it lightly to make him look at you. "don't worry about it. let's just get out of here, okay?"

he nods, and you stand up, dusting yourself off as you do.

"i'll meet you in the car, doll," he tells you. "i just gotta take care of something."

—

the car ride back to your house is almost completely silent, until rafe breaks it.

"you look beautiful, by the way," he says, eyes shifting to you.

you glance at him, a small smile on your lips. "thank you."

"god, i'm such an idiot!" he groans, clearly frustrated with himself over the situation. "how many missed dates is that this month?"

"rafe, i told you not to worry about it," you tell him. "it's okay, i get-"

"y/n," his voice is stern now, his eyes burning holes into your skin. "how many?"

you sigh, turning the wheel towards the curb to park the car in front of your house. "four," you answer, switching the ignition off. "that was the fourth one this month."

rafe scoffs and shakes his head, eyes averting away from you. he just couldn't look at you anymore, because he knew that even if you didn't show it, you were disappointed. not only at him, but maybe even yourself for putting up with him.

"hey," you place a hand on his knee, and he glances down at the gesture, before finally looking at you. "it's okay."

"how is it okay?" he asks, eyebrows furrowing. "all i do is disappoint you."

"baby, that's not true," you try to reassure him, but he doesn't buy it.

"it is true," he tells you. "and you don't deserve it."

not knowing what to say, you just glance down at your hand on his knee. "rafe…"

"no," he cuts you off, and places his hand above yours to slowly push it off of him. "i can't keep doing this to you."

letting out a sigh, you adjust yourself in your seat so you're looking at him. "okay, rafe, before you saying anything else— i love you, alright? there's nothing you can do that-"

"and that's exactly the problem, a'ight?" he snaps. "you're never gonna walk away from me yourself! even when i bought this shit from barry after i told you to wait in the car." he reaches into his pocket and tosses the small bag of blow in between the two of you. your eyes shift from it to him, the uneasiness in your stomach only getting worse.

"i have a problem y/n," he tells you. "and it's not the kind you can just 'fix' with love."

"then we'll get you help. we'll do any-" you try to reach out to him, but he resists.

"no," he says, motioning a hand between you two. "this has to end."

the words you dreaded hearing comes out of his mouth in one fell swoop, your heart shattering into a million pieces.

"what?"

"i'm never gonna be the guy you need me to be," he shakes his head at you, and if it weren't so dark outside, you swear you'd see his eyes watering. "and since you can't let go, i have to do it for you."

tears brim along your lower lashes as you speak, "no. that is not your choice to make."

"god, y/n, can you stop making this harder than it already is?" he pleads.

"can you stop acting like it's so easy?" you retort.

"you think this is easy?" he asks, taken aback by your accusation. "it kills me to do this."

"then don't," you say, voice cracking as you reach out for his hands. "we can work through your addiction together, rafe. we'll-"

"that's not your responsibility," he shakes his head at you. "if i'm gonna get better, i need to do it on my own."

you sob, "i— i don't want this to be the end.”

rafe glances down at your hands, before bringing his hand up to cup your cheek.

you lean into his touch, and a single tear rolls down your cheek—one that he wipes away with his thumb.

"i love you so much," he says, eyes closing as his head tilted down against yours. "i'm sorry."

his lips place a soft kiss on your forehead, and just like that, he's gone.

part 2.

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➪ summary: the relationship between luke and his girlfriend is special, but the bond between his girlfriend and his brothers is adorable; or four times quinn and jack helped out their brother's girlfriend when she was in need

➪ warnings: finals (physics to be exact), hate comments, slight mentions to threats, car breaking down, slight mentions to being followed, fights, crying, asshole-ish luke

➪ word count: 3.5k

➪ file type: fic

➪ sunny's notes: welcome back to the blog, apologies for me deleting my account and coming back but anyway. I'll be posting the old fics here and there, i'm thinking about trying to get them all back before i start posting new fics. the taglist will be intact from before, but i'll only use it for the first couple of posts and then i'll probably stop using it until i start posting new fics again. i hope your guys' support will be the same or better as the last blog :)

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⟹ The One with the Finals | Quinn - Winter of 2023

The day before her physics final, y/n was in tears. There were papers not only all over her desk but on the walls and the ground as well. The whiteboard that hung in her apartment was littered with kinematics equations and a bunch of random vocabulary words that probably weren’t necessary for her final. 

More tears sprung in her eyes as she looked at her review guide, “Who the fuck knows this shit?”

Her roommates had already gone home, finishing their finals the day before so she was alone. It was almost 7 and she had been studying for six hours, maybe more. She knew she should stop and take a break, make some dinner, maybe even watch a movie, but she couldn’t, not now, not when her grade was on the line. 

She was so close, oh so close to being done but the last question was too much for her. It sent her brain into overdrive, the wires were crossed, and nothing made sense anymore, not that it ever did anyway. She let out a noise, a cross between a groan and a whine, and threw her notes down and her pencil across the room. 

She took a peak at her phone and noticed the mass amount of messages from her boyfriend, a few from her parents, and a few from Luke’s family. The boy was so worried that he made his parents and Quinn and Jack text her just to see if she would answer, but she didn’t.

Now, no offense to Jack (but offense) and no offense to Luke, but they weren’t always the brightest of the bunch. Which is why she called Quinn, tears still obviously present.

“I’m going to fail.”

“Y/n? Luke’s been calling you for hours.”

“Yes, I know. I was studying for physics, and I’ve concluded that I’m going to fail.”

Quinn sat up from where he was lying on his bed, “No, you’re not.”

She let out a sob, “I am and then I’m going to get kicked out of school and everyone’s going to make fun of me and then Luke won’t want to date me anymore and then you guys will stop talking to me-”

“Hey! Calm down, none of that is going to happen because it’s not possible, y/n/n. What’s your GPA right now?”

“A 4.0.”

Quinn laughed, “Stop being so hard on yourself. You’re fine. I promise you, but if you feel that badly about it, I’ll help you study.”

“Really?”

“No, I’m fucking with you. Of course, I’ll help you. You’re my favorite sibling after all.”

“I’m not even related to you.”

“Yet.”

Y/n sent the PDF of the review guide to Quinn, who now sat at his desk on his computer. The two talked and studied with one another before Quinn realized the lack of color in the girl’s face, “Have you eaten yet?”

Y/n looked at him and then quickly looked down shamefully, “No.”

Quinn looked like he was going to yell at her but in reality, he was just worried, and the tiniest bit frustrated with her for not taking care of herself, not that he would ever tell her that though, “Go make dinner, you can bring me with if you want. I’ll even make my own.”

“But-”

“No, you’ll think better if you eat.” That could’ve been a total lie, but she would’ve listened to him anyway.

She took her phone and computer with her, still talking to Quinn as she made some ramen - the good kind, not the crappy instant one. Quinn smiled, happy with himself for making his brother’s girlfriend - or if he had it his and Jack’s way, his sister -  take care of herself and feel better.

『••✎••』

She had just gotten done with her final and she screamed internally, walking out of the room and heading to her dorm, waiting for her family to pick her up. She called Quinn immediately after she stepped out of the building. 

“Quinn! Quinn! Quinn! Guess what?!”

Quinn had been on his way to practice when he got the phone call, “What?”

“I passed!”

Quinn smiled, “See I told you, you would.”

“Thank you!"

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

⟹ The One with the Haters | Jack - Fall of 2023

It never really bothered her, and Luke always said it shouldn’t. Yet, when Luke started his rookie year and gained more attraction, so did she. They were worse than what they were before, they came in mass amounts, the words dug deeper, and everything seemed to escalate. 

This wasn’t something that should’ve burdened Luke, he had enough to deal with it being his rookie season and trying to perform as well as he could, he didn’t need to hear about his fans attacking his girlfriend as well. Luke was, let’s just say, the most oblivious of them all. So she didn’t really have to worry about him finding out about it, anyway.

However, Jack knew about her mood changes. Every time she visited the two in New Jersey, she distanced herself from them, she took notice of who was around them when they went out and strategically sat next to Luke so people wouldn’t make accusations of her favoring Jack over him but not too close to him that it would seem like she’s attached and overbearing him.

He also took notice of the comments on his brother’s Instagram posts or whenever the wags would post y/n at a game. 

‘He’s too good for her.’

‘Why does she even come? It’s obvious he doesn’t want her there, he doesn’t even play well when she’s there.’

‘She’s just using him.’

‘I don’t know what he sees in her.’

‘She’s not that pretty.’

Those barely scratched the surface of the comments. There were more, most about her looks and another good chunk of them just saying how the two didn’t make sense together. But the ones that hurt the worst, were the ones that came up once or twice in every ten posts. The ones that were about her using him, the ones that made threats to her and her family. The ones claiming that they knew everything about her life. The ones that said she was cheating on Luke with Jack or Quinn.

Jack had his fair share of hate comments, many of which he remembered from his rookie season. He knew how it felt to have someone close to him be praised so much and then be torn down for simply having a relationship with them and not being as good. 

The Devils were visiting Detroit near the late end of November and y/n decided to go to the game, hanging out with them the two days that they flew down early to be with her before the game. They were out at a restaurant and y/n was sitting in the very corner of the booth that they got.

Luke sat down next to her as Jack slid into the booth across from them, still bantering with his brother. Luke was oblivious to the distance between him and y/n, shrugging it off as if she was just hot despite the temperature outside. Luke and Jack continued to talk about the game, stopping for the waiter to take their order who just so happened to be a fan of the Devils. Y/n rolled her eyes as she subtly flittered with her boyfriend, giving Jack a look. 

The waiter walked away and Luke got up and left to the bathroom, “So when are you going to tell him? Or are you waiting for him to figure it out by himself?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Y/n dug her face into the menu, avoiding eye contact with Jack.

“Uh huh, sure. Then what are these?” Jack showed the girl his phone, comments from Luke’s most recent post showing. 

“Jack.”

“Y/n.”

“There’s not much he can do about it anyways, they’ll keep doing it no matter what. Besides, they’re not wrong.”

“He has a right to know and no, nothing they say is true. You are Luke’s world and he will defend you until he dies. If someone is threatening you, which there is, he will find a way to stop it. And Quinn and I will help too. We want you safe.” Jack reached over the table to pat her shoulder. 

She nodded, “Just talk to him. Okay?”

『••✎••』

Later that night, Luke was in bed with y/n, both of them on their phones. Luke was playing a game and y/n was on Instagram. She hadn’t actively searched out the comments but when she saw a post of her with 200 comments under it, she had to look, and they weren’t all that different from what she was expecting. 

“Luke?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I talk to you about something?”

“Of course, what’s up?”

“Have you seen the comments?”

“What comments?”

“These.” She handed Luke her phone and watched as he scrolled through them, and before he could say anything, she took it back and showed him her DM’s. 

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier? We could’ve done something to stop this.” She just shrugged.

“Sweetheart, this is scary. I don't want you to have to endure this by yourself.”

“It’s fine, I’m fine.”

“But you’re not. I know everyone thinks I’m oblivious, and yes, sometimes I am, but I can see you’re hurting and you have been for a while. I might not have known why or how but I was so worried about you, okay? I’m going to do everything I can to stop this.”

Luke placed his hands on her face and she wrapped her hands around his wrists. His thumbs lightly rubbed over her face, just under her eye, as hers rubbed up and down his hands, stopping at his knuckles to rub over them as well. She smiled slightly at him but was still worried about everything that was going on. 

“Hey,” Luke made her look up at him. “Everything is going to work out, no matter how long or how much it’s gonna take. I’m going to get Quinn and Jack to help, I’ll have the team help as well. We’re all going to help to make sure you and your family are safe. I promise.”

She nods, “Okay.”

He kissed her forehead before her lips and pulled back to smile at her. 

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

⟹ The One with the Car | Quinn + Jack - Summer of 2023

Despite dating for three years, y/n was never really the biggest fan of letting Luke help her, she wasn’t the biggest fan of anyone helping her, to be honest. That’s why when she was in the middle of nowhere, scared out of her mind and not thinking straight, she hesitated to call her boyfriend. 

It was the summer, she had been visiting the Hughes family at the lake house and she had gone to get some food for dinner for her, Quinn, and Jack. She wasn’t lost per se, when she left she knew how to get back home, she had been there countless times before. Yet, she felt as if she was being followed and that scared her, causing her to go a different route home, one she wasn’t that familiar with, and even then she sort of knew where she was. 

The car was still following her so she decided to start taking random turns here and there and when she did the trick she was taught, take four right turns, they left after the first one. She let out a deep breath and continued to drive, just to see if they would pop up again, but they didn’t and now she was in the middle of nowhere, with an almost empty tank of gas. 

Back at the lake house, Quinn, and Jack sat in the living room. Ellen, Jim, and Luke decided to go out for dinner to a fancy restaurant, and the whole nine yards, the other three weren’t bothered to even move from their seats. In hindsight, should they have just gotten Uber Eats or DoorDash, yes, but y/n wanted to get out of the house, just to a certain extent.

She didn’t want to interrupt her boyfriend’s time with his parents so she called Quinn, voice wavering, “Quinn.”

“Hey, y/n. Where are you? We thought you would be back by now.”

“About that. I’m sort of in the middle of nowhere and there was this car that was following but they stopped but I also don’t know if they just left and are coming back because they knew I was onto them-”

“Hey, calm down. Send me your location, Jack and I are on our way. Keep us on the phone and if you see them come back just start driving.”

“I’m almost out of gas.”

“We’ll hurry, just keep a lookout, okay?”

Five minutes passed and the boys were almost already halfway there, speeding the whole way as much as possible. She looked up and in the rearview mirror, there were headlights, “Guys? Is that you?”

Jack and Quinn looked at each other in confusion, “No?”

“Well, shit.” Y/n turned her car on and immediately pressed on the gas.

The car didn’t follow her, simply turned on the street behind where her car had been, but she didn’t know that, so she kept driving until her car was out of gas, “I’m out of gas.”

“We’re almost there, you should see us, right… about… now.” She looked up and saw them, easily recognizing the car. She got out of the car and practically ran to them. 

Quinn hugged her back when her arms wrapped around him, “Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did anyone follow you?”

She shook her head, “I’m fine, just still a little spooked.”

Jack stood off to the side and only now had y/n just noticed, “Hi Jack.” She looked at him tentatively. Contrary to her belief, Jack loved hugs, especially y/n’s hugs. She always thought differently, so she always hesitated to hug him. 

Yet, when he opened his arms, she ran into them just as she did with his older brother, “Thank you for coming to get me.”

“Always.”

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

⟹ The One with the Fight | Quinn + Jack - Sophomore Year

“I just don’t understand, Luke.”

“Of course, you don’t you never do!”

They had been arguing on and off all day, everything the other person did set them off, it was hours of pointless and petty arguing. Realistically, they both had been in the wrong, but Luke screwed up the most. It was when they both found out that he would be going to Jersey. 

She had scheduled plans with friends earlier that week, but she would’ve dropped everything to hang out with Luke and help him pack. She offered to do that but Luke declined, saying he could handle it and he wanted her to go out and have fun with her friends. Truthfully, they had been spending almost every waking moment together since they knew.

“You were the one that told me to go hang out with them! I offered to help you and stay with you, but you declined!”

“I never said that.”

Y/n gave him a look that said all the different, “You’re such a fucking liar.”

“Oh, I’m the liar?”

“Yes!” 

“If you loved me, you would’ve stayed back, anyways. And you know what? I’m done with this conversation. Don’t wait up.” Luke took his duffle bag and suitcase and left y/n’s dorm. 

She stared at the door as it slammed practically in her face. The silence was deafening in the room, you could hear the barking of dogs and horns blaring from outside. If you listened hard enough you could hear the wind slapping against the window. 

For two minutes she stood there, staring at the door, body still and her hair blowing from the AC. She snapped out of her trance when she felt a lone tear roll down her face. Since then, it was one after another and she ran to grab her phone from her nightstand dialing Jack’s number.

Jack answered confused, “Hello?”

“I think Luke might be on his way to Jersey.”

“But he’s not supposed to leave yet.”

“We got into a fight and he sort of-” She choked on a sob, “stormed out of here with his duffle and suitcase.”

“What do you mean you guys got into a fight? You guys never fight.”

“Yeah well ‘never’ is a fucking stupid word. And this is totally not the point of this phone call, Jack. Can you just make sure he’s okay? I don’t want him getting hurt or anything.”

“Luke’s a big boy and if he decided to come here on a whim then he can handle it. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” Tears still were streaming down her face and she picked at her nails as she slid down the wall, landing on the floor. 

“What happened, y/n/n?”

“It was stupid, it was my fault.”

“You’re lying.”

“How would you know?”

“Your voice is more intense when you lie because you try to convince everyone you’re right by sounding more confident.”

“So why do you know that and not Luke?” She bawled to the older boy, placing her head in her hands, the phone dropping from her grasp.

“Y/n? Y/n!” Jack tried to gain her attention but failed, causing him to add Quinn to the call.

“Jack? Y/n? What’s up?”

“Y/n answer us.”

“What’s going on?”

“Y/n! Come on, please answer.”

“I’m sorry, I dropped my phone.”

“Can someone please explain to me what is going on? And where is Luke?”

“Luke fucked up is what’s going on,” Jack said, annoyed.

Y/n now sat against her bed and her phone propped up on the wall, switching to FaceTime, “We got into a fight.”

“You guys never fight.”

“Yes, I’m aware, now can we move on from that fact because it happened and it’s over with.”

“Sorry, sorry.”

“He was mad because he’s supposed to be leaving soon and I went out with my friends after I had already offered to stay back and help him pack and everything like that but he said no. So, he’s right, it is my fault. If I loved him, I would’ve stayed.”

There was a simultaneous silence from the boys before a loud, “He said that?!”

“Yeah? Why? Is he right? I knew he was right.”

“No, no, no of course not. He’s not right. He’s a fucking dick for saying that.”

“But I should’ve stayed with him, he’s leaving soon.” She sniffled, wiping her nose with her sleeve.

“Y/n/n, listen to me right now. Nothing you did tonight was your fault. Maybe something that we don’t know that happened you did, but what he said… you didn’t deserve that. He knows how much you love him and if he stooped that low to make you feel bad, then maybe he should take some time to cool off. I’m not saying that he should’ve left the way he did, but maybe some space is good.” Quinn explained to her.

She nodded but tears were still falling, “Do you think he’s going to break up with me? I mean, he’s going to go off and be in the NHL and I’m just going to be me. I’m nothing special.”

Jack and Quinn made eye contact through the phone and Jack went to say something but was interrupted, “You’re everything to me.” 

She snapped her head to the door and saw Luke standing there, his bag falling to the ground. She stood up quickly, wiping her face rid of any signs of her crying, “Luke.”

“How could you say that about yourself?”

Quinn and Jack hung up the phone, not wanting to interrupt their conversation despite them wanting to be there just in case he said something out of line. Luke wrapped his arms around the girl, “You are the most amazing person ever. I’m so sorry if I made you feel any differently.”

Y/n just shrugged, not bothered by that but more so the fight itself. Luke pulled back, saddened slightly by the lack of reciprocation in the affection, “And I am so sorry for what I said. I know you love me and I know I said you could hang out with your friends. I think just deep down I thought you would’ve stayed anyways and I was scared of leaving you.”

Y/n nodded and Luke’s hands went to her cheeks, wiping off the remnants of her mascara, “I understand, Luke. I just wish you would’ve handled it more like an adult than a teenager.”

“And I can’t even begin to explain how horrible I feel about that.”

“Can we just cuddle?”

“Anything you want.”

The two laid in better for a little while as they hadn’t wanted to do anything else. An hour later, y/n spoke, “I forgive you.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“But I do. Emotions were high and I know that shouldn’t be the way we should handle things but we’re both stressed and you’re leaving soon I just want to forget about it.” Luke nodded, wanting to respect her wishes, “I love you, Lukey.”

“I love you.”

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[juniperdugong]

Relationship quirks Maknae Line ver.

Aka habits I can see the boys doing in a relationship || 95s || 96s || 97s || Maknae line ||

Seungkwan Brings home food

IT DOES NOT MATTER if you have or have not eaten, are starving, or have a full belly! Boo Seungkwan is GOING. To. Bring. Home. Food. For. You. Won't take no for an answer! And not only did he keep snacks on himself before you guys started dating but even more so now. He is such a sweetheart who will never allow you to go hungry.

Honestly, he's hypocritical in that he'll start going on a diet but the minute that you say that you need to go on a diet - the gates of hell break loose in your home. Completely outraged that you won't eat at least a bite of what he's offering you. Pouts and acts like you just told him that you want to break up or something worse. The type to say, "FINE THEN I'LL EAT IT MYSELF", then proceeds to give you the nastiest stare-down of your life as he takes a bite. (If you don't concede to his little charade quick enough this WILL become a silent treatment game)

Vernon Sends pictures of himself

Lowkey, you become a photo storage for this man. Sends a photo to you every single time he thinks of you, which is a lot more often than one might think. Is constantly sending you pics of random things he's found and can't send to anyone else. The one constant is his damn face that never changes in any of the pics despite the angle changes. It's gotten to the point where you've had to ask how he does it but he just shrugs.

Every question you ask is answered in either a meme or a photo of him looking like his regular deadpan self, no words either and if you ask for clarification he just sends another photo of him looking confused as hell.

This really is his own special brand of clinginess. You'll hear a message notification from him, open it, and it's his face at the most unflattering angle... He's literally lying on your stomach right at this moment. No explanation, even if you ask he doesn't give one.

Dino Assumes you're following him everywhere

The opposite of Wonwoo's habit lol. Dino sees absolutely no reason why you shouldn't be by his side at all times. You're his number one comfort, so why wouldn't you be with him 24/7? Weird that you would even think he'd let you leave. He has a spider sense for when you're moving too far away from him and he will immediately grab and bring you towards him.

More than the physical though, this dude will not allow you to be by yourself. If he's going on tour, congrats! You are also going on tour! There's a company trip? Great! You're a part of the company now. It may even get to the point of him downright refusing to go places if he knows there won't be space for you.

"I need to go outside and get some fresh air." "Okay, babe." "I said...I need to go outside and get some fresh air." "Alright, hun, I'll be right here." *Genuinely tweaking out at this point, gets up, and grabs your hand. Dragging you with him.* "You could've just asked me to follow you." *Leaning his head on your shoulder, still slightly upset* "You're supposed to know! I need you near me whenever possible."

A/N: Super sorry that this one came a day late, lovelies! But it's here now and I absolutely adore these boys. I think my favorite of all the habits is probably Woozi's (I'm quite literally biased) but the one that I'm most like is Vernon. Wbu??? Please reblog and comment! Let me know ur thoughts in my asks. Oh! And my requests are opennnnn! Have a great one, babes!

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[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Yandere! Male! idol x manager! gn! reader

WOOOH finally able to update. I got busy due to working for a summer reading camp. Woop tee doo... At least I got money for a new phone LMAO

And we finally, FINALLY finished the second set of yans! For now, no new yans will be done, and will be focusing on the boys!

Song featured: Too Sweet by Hozier

EDIT: I FORGOT THAT I MADE ELIAS THE SIBLING OF THE YAN! IDOL AND ALREADY NAMED HIM ZAYNE! I'll probably just change Zayne's to Tae-Joon.

Yan! Idol name: Raven/Tae-Joon

The deafening lights and cheers of the people in the gigantic stadium rang around the building. They kept cheering, almost shaking the whole place from their energy.

As the band started playing the intro song, the cheers suddenly amped up in intensity with the focus going back on the stage. Each and every lightstick glowed red, flooding the whole area with a scarlet hue.

The bass pumped, the music riffed, the vibe electric.

The stage fogged up, covering the whole place before the cheering got louder when a appeared in the fog.

Then, there he is.

"HOW'S IT GOING CITY OF [redacted]!"

A charismatic, boyish smile, with pearly white teeth that blinded the secret paparazzi in the crowd, with a tall and lean stature that encompasses talent and discipline in one body, and facial features that make people swoon even in just his photocards.

"RAVEN! RAVEN! RAVEN!"

The man, the idol named Raven, started to sing. His voice was smooth and low as the romantic yet also sensual lyrics pour out of his pink lips.

It can't be said I'm an early bird

It's ten o'clock before I say a word

Baby, I can never tell

How do you sleep so well?

He goes up to the edge, swinging around the mic stand as if it was a dance partner. One can hear the passion going off in his tone as his messy hair got flipped upward.

Don't you just wanna wake up, dark as a lake?

Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?

If you're drunk on life, babe, I think it's great

But while in this world

He gets on the middle of the stage, and the pedestal raised as the spotlight went to him.

I think I'll take my whiskey neat

My coffee black and my bed at three

You're too sweet for me

You're too sweet for me

Everyone was seduced, everyone was mesmerized. Raven gave off seductive energy that they held their breath every time his gaze penetrates them. And some even assumed his gaze was on theirs, making them squeal.

It was truly a night for everyone in the stadium.

After almost two hours of performing, Raven, with sweat pouring out of him but still managed to look amazing, descended down on the stage hatch.

But the once shining star back in the stage suddenly threw his beret on the ground.

"FUCK! What was that buzzing sound in the dance break?!" Raven yelled. "Are you serious?! I thought we went over this!"

The people in the back started to groan inwardly. There he goes again.

"Ah... Tae-Joon..." The director said, "We made sure to reprimand the lights and sounds..."

Raven, or rather Tae-Joon off stage, clicked his tongue in anger. "Whatever. Bring me my coffee! I need a break."

"But you can just go home after the cleanup. Do you still want coffee?"

A naive voice said, obviously new to the scene as she juggle with her box of wires.

She's a big fan of Raven and pulled a lot of strings just to be there. A bit bold, she decided to be the concerned type of staff and berate him of his beverage choice.

Yet she absolutely cannot see the pale faces and the dread sticking on the visages of the people around her. She's in too deep in her tunnel vision of Raven to notice his microphone cracking. Another thing to add to the casualties.

"You... What's your name?" Raven glowered. The fan can feel her heart rate pick up as she told her name. "Oh. You're new. All i could say is..."

Raven got up to her and glared at her much smaller form "You're fired. Get out! Nobody gets to dictate what I damn drink!"

The woman was too stunned to speak as she got dragged out of the venue.

This is Raven. Or in real life, Tae-Joon. A charming man in his own right, in front of the public, he's a gentleman with a seductive touch. Talented, with a handsome visage, he's an international idol.

But in reality, he's one hell of a spoiled brat.

"I WANT MY COFFEE NOW!"

Somehow, because of his sheer dumb luck and his reputation, nobody from his staff decided to expose him for what he really is.

He's full of himself and loves to gloat about his own achievements. And one thing he makes sure to take advantage of is his looks.

He brushes his hair back, shaking off sweat (ew) yet somehow looks so ethereal as he clicked his tongue in annoyance, mesmerizing his staff.

He even went as far as to feed his delusional fans and stans.

He's that far gone.

"Where the hell is my coffee!"

"AY COFFEE!"

He's awful to everyone.

Except...

"Tsk. Tae-Joon... If I hear you yell one more time!"

Raven cowers a bit, pouting as he slithers towards his manager.

"But manager~!"

As if he's a new person, Raven clung to you. His head on your shoulder as he played with your left hand.

"I want my coffee and none of these incompetent people are giving me my coffee!" He whined like a child complaining to his parent. "Scold them for me pwease!"

The staff, used to it, sighed in relief as your deadpan look didn't tolerate Raven's rudeness. On your right hand is his coffee that you handed to him.

"Manager! Thank you so much!" His eyes wide and appreciative, he sips on it and sighs in relief. "Ah... So good... This is why I love you, manager."

Goodness. He's putty in your hands.

Tae-Joon was once a trainee. He's naturally good looking already so he's being pulled left and right by companies to be in their side. He's an uncut gem, a diamond in the rough waiting to be polished. They saw his potential and wanted a slice of his being.

The once sweet boy, hardened by the harsh training, became a gloating hardhead from the way these people fight for him. After all, he was just a quiet, ambitious guy in highschool. He wanted more, and he got it through hard work and natural charm. And now, years later, he's about to reach his dreams.

Yet once he got in the company of his choice, his demands were... Too much.

"I need to share a dorm with others? No way!"

"Ugh the mattress is too stiff."

"Seriously?! You want me to train for five hours a day?! Two hours! Just two hours!"

"What are these clothes?! These are not branded!"

"No way that I'm performing in that small stage. I don't care if I'm pre-debut, that is ass!"

"Trash beats. Next."

The company was exhausted. He's not even raking money in, yet he's too demanding for his own good.

Desperate, the company opened their doors for a babysitter manager that has a "calm and pleasing personality", "trait that can work in high stress situations", "adaptability", "great leadership skills and authoritative", and can "teach those who are under them". Aka: someone who can tame the damn bird.

That's where you came in.

You were just a fresh graduate in desperate need of a job. Nobody was hiring you since you're new, and needed more experience.

The hiring process was intense, to say the least. You had to herd rowdy children and change them to upright good kids in 10 days. You somehow did it and even got gifts from the grateful parents. Next, you had to juggle schedules and ridiculous demands. Then, you had to endure being yelled and insulted at.

Your mind, heart, and body are now made of steel from that hiring process and you're the only one who rose to the top.

"Congratulations. Here's your care. His name is Tae-Joon, stage name Raven." The head said, nervous and hopeful that you with Tae-Joon will change his attitude.

Tae-Joon raised an eyebrow and sneered. "Ugly."

You were flabbergasted. This is a supposed to be future idol?

But you can only manage a twitch on your lips.

It was hell with him. You thought the hiring process/training regimen was bad, but this was something else.

A explosive personality, he's sassy and mean to a point of wanting to face palm through your head. You had to physically reel him in at some point just because of a hater.

But unlike the others who cowered and tolerated his behavior, you were stern with his behavior and lectured him most of the time.

"You can't just yell at miss Park just because she messed up your order!"

"Get the hell up! You're going to be late to your training!"

"Who the heck do you think you are, ripping up clothes like that huh?!"

You were feisty in your own right and constantly butt heads with him.

But even then, even just with you around, he's just a growling beast cowering from your lectures as you yelled at him.

Yet, even if as you yell at him, your caring hands wiped his sweat off and gave him his water. If somebody actually messed with him, you would lecture that guy. And there are some times that you laugh at his antics and shake your head.

You treated him like an actual human with feelings, rather than a ticking time bomb.

Slowly but surely, Tae-Joon clung to you. You were his only ally in this godforsaken industry and the only one who understood him. You also didn't tolerate his personality and shaped him to be somehow decent.

And, as his manager, you cared for him like nobody did.

Your lectures became less frequent, and he had more instances to see where you smile at him proudly as he finally had his solo debut. More time to talk to him normally, and had small, intimate moments that fuels his social needs.

And as his fame skyrocket, you were always there, waving his lightstick and being his number one fan.

Understandably, he fell for you.

He started to be openly affectionate with you, constantly confessing his love to the point that management had to tell him off to stop being so open with his affection since paparazzi can take a video or picture and ruin his reputation.

He honestly doesn't care. But with you raising an eyebrow at him, he pouts and only becomes clingy in private.

He'd rather hold it in than nothing at all.

And hell be damned if someone took you away from him. Because he may be somehow tolerable now, but that's only because you're there with him.

Raven just got back from practicing for his new song, and was totally exhausted. He dragged his feet, clearly irritable especially that you weren't there with him.

The staff knew he's not in a good mood so they steer clear of his way.

"Have you seen my manager?" Raven asked a staff who only shook their head. "'kay..."

He looks so depressed that the people around him took pity on the guy as he trudged towards the head.

He passed a meeting room and he heard your voice.

"Another Tae-Joon?"

Another him? What?

He decided to listen in and he heard the managerial head clear his throat.

"Yes. Since Raven is calmer now, we think he needs to move on to another manager. You, on the other hand, will be training another... Hothead."

You held your head, feeling a headache incoming.

"No way. I'm not going through that again. I went through hell with Tae-Joon before. I'm not repeating that."

Ouch. Tae-Joon held his chest, a bit saddened by your words. Well, it was true but it didn't mean it didn't hurt.

Yet... You're not going to be his manager anymore?

Strangely, he felt the numbness creeping up his nape.

"No buts, y/n. You're going to be transfered."

"Did you ask Tae-Joon about this?"

"... Yes, Raven gave the thumbs up."

Liar. LIAR!

Tae-Joon wanted to rush in the room and shake the managerial head until he faints. He didn't give the thumbs up at all!

But he's strangely rooted in place as he heard you sigh.

"Okay. Where's this guy?"

"His name is [redacted]. He'll be here by Monday so be prepared."

When you finally finished the meeting, you went out of the room yet felt a lingering warmth by the wall.

Meanwhile, Tae-Joon rushed towards the trainee building. Eyes cold yet body tense. He wanted to see who the hell is this [redacted]. Nobody, as in nobody will be yours. Only he can be yours.

The trainees were flabbergasted as they saw Raven in the flesh, gawking at his presence and bowing in respect.

Tae-Joon didn't care. He wanted to see where this [redacted] is.

Room 5, and he bursts open through the door.

"What the hell- Raven?" The guy was slack jawed, starstruck. "I'm- I'm a big fan--"

Tae-Joon grabbed his collar and looked him in the eye. It was filled with unbridled rage yet at the same time, bone chilling coldness.

"Fix your fucking attitude." Tae-Joon warned. "Don't be over your head, worm. You better be goddamn nice or else I'll lob your head off."

[redacted] felt like it wasn't just a baseless joke, so he swallowed his saliva and nodded.

"Now. I better see you demand a transfer to the group idol department. You hear me? You aren't debuting solo." Tae-Joon tightened his grip. "Understood?"

It reached the ears of the head that Tae-Joon threatened [redacted]. But don't know what. All they know is that [redacted] pleaded to debut in a group and was suddenly meek and quiet when he transfered departments.

Yet, they somehow knew it had to do something with you, as he clung to you desperately for a week after that.

Then and there, they knew to never, ever try to separate you from him. If they don't want to let go of their greatest asset and set him off.

So, despite how dangerous Raven has become, they forced [redacted] to be quiet by... Not so savorable means.

"You're not leaving me, right?" Tae-Joon whispered, looking exhausted yet satisfied as he hugged your waist.

You, who just realized how deep Tae-Joon is in his affection, sighed and rubbed his head. "I'm not."

And it better stay that way.

[marikosenwrites]

﹒⪩nsfw headcanons - karasuno edition

a/n: YES I AM BACK WITH THE NSFW EDITION HAHAHAHA ... yeah i only did five characters because i'm really running out of time before my vacation (two months long) and i assure you my progress will be really slow but i'll still be posting some random shitposts

characters: hinata shouyou, kageyama tobio, sugawara koushi, tsukishima kei, yamaguchi tadashi

gn/fem!reader

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘HINATA SHOUYOU∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

-i would head canon him as the experimental type

-he’s kind of just the softie that looks after you a lot even during sex (and especially during sex)

-not if he goes feral though- (we don’t talk about it)

-mm…if you were sadistic he would enjoy your sadism and be a ma…masochist- (my friends said i was one and i mean i don’t disagree…)

-likes seeing your face!! so doggy style isn’t really that common for you guys

-(i’m actually looking hard into this wait until i get lazy)

-if you or shouyou something find something new- HE’S ALL “OOH CAN WE TRY CAN WE TRY” even if it’s like two in the morning and you have to tell him to quiet down

-“b-but i wanna try!! 🥺🥺🥺”

-and oh man is that face your weakness- you give in anyway

-his aftercare is like the best

-you guys just watch a movie or chill in each other’s arms because it’s comfortable that way

-if you’re only taking a small break i think shouyou would prefer keeping his dick inside of you so he can feel your warm ass walls 🥺🥺

-i don't even know what i'm writing anymore

-would actually only have sex after you're twenty and would make sure that you guys have dated at least a year but if circumstances...

-idk why but he would like to brag about it to kageyama- i mean they *are* rivals after all-

-has incredible stamina

-uh...idk probably into edging?? i'm really unsure with this one

-his moans are uh??? loud

-ALSO REMEMBER THAT ONE TIME HE GOT HIT IN THE BALLS BY A VOLLEYBALL BY KINDAIICHI-

-i'm not elaborating let me pretend he didn't get permanent balls damage

-also try to avoid quickies with hinata he’s going to get overboarded with that shit

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘KAGEYAMA TOBIO∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

-possible power play?

-you like to make fun of him by calling him 'king' and he's gonna be like "stoppp..." and yk it riles him

-sadist

-not really the needy type tbh

-it’s really more of a “how i’m feeling that day”

-but he’s clingier than you expect him to be

-more of the traditional type actually

-doesn’t really experiment much

-he actually puts in effort during sex (i haven’t read enough about this)

-he TRIED during aftercare (keyword is try)

-might try to make you something but cooking isn’t really his forte

-so he gives you cuddles and you guys might just take a bath but that usually leads to another session-

-down for quickies anywhere

-i forgor to mention

-his moans are pretty

-when you guys make eye contact all you see is a hunter eating his prey

-he loves eating you out or vice versa <3

-literal king in bed tbh 😩

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘SUGAWARA KOUSHI∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

-i'd say average when it comes to sex

-really soft with you, and is barely feral

-small grunts and gentle movements against your skin

-you guys would definitely have a safe word

-he gets carried away sometimes...><

-tries to plan everything before hand

-like starting with a date and ending in bed and shit

-possibly breeding kink when you guys are older

-loves being cockwarmed since he feels so warm on the inside <3

-feral-ness 3/10

-not really down for quickies, it's risky

-doesn't like experimenting

-might prefer to keep your sex life private and unlike hinata and kageyama not brag about it

-but the whole team knows of your relationship

-his stamina is just average so usually just a round and a half and he's down and snoring

-aftercare is a must if he isn't that tired

-consists of food, bubble bath, AND TONS OF CUDDLES

-literally an angel

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘TSUKISHIMA KEI∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

-sadist FR.

-he just loves teasing and edging you

-literally when he's helping you with his slim and long ass fingers he stops when he knows you're going to come and goes like

-"you don't think sluts deserve to come, do you?"

-kEiiiii stappppp plz 🥺

-but when he's not edging you he's just a marshmallow

-so fluffy

-OK BUT HIS LONG ASS FINGERS ARE HELL BECAUSE HE GETS TO TEASE YOU ENDLESSLY

-that tall ass blond is gonna tease you endlessly about your height (this hc is both nsfw and sfw)

-pretty moans though <3 probably gives you goosebumps

-there probably is a safe word

-PHONE SEX PHONE SEX PHONE SEX RAHHHH I'M GOING CRAZY HEAR ME OUT

-OK WHAT IF HE'S AT CAMP AND HE JUST CALLS YOU BECAUSE HE FEELS HORNY AND YOU GUYS *lip biting*

-ya get what comes next he guides you to touching yourself and vice versa <33333

-but it's not that often he VOLUNTARILY goes to camp (he also wouldn't call you during the potential youth training camp thing)

-down for quickies anywhere

-i feel like he would be into getting caught by both girls and boys because now they know you belong to him and he belongs to you

-sooo yeah <3 ain't he lovely

-his teasing is crazy btw if you hadn't gathered that from the anime that is like "who said you could come, slut?" and "yeah baby, doing well-" it's like two hell and heaven differences

-his aftercare is amazing though because he shows his soft side

-lightest teasing maybe

-protecc at all costs

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘YAMAGUCHI TADASHI∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

-masochist for a change bc well kei

-really really really gentle with you during sex

-safe word needed!! he gets overboard sometimes

-doesn't really moan that much contrasting to public opinion

-more groans and grunts

-loves to be cock-warmed

-no quickies nuh-uh

-kind of afraid of getting caught to be honest

-no kinks though tadashi's average when it comes to sex

-no phone sex either i guess he's the type of guy that FIRMLY believes that his cum only belongs in your pussy and nowhere else

-squeezes you hard when he comes

-i really shouldn't be doing this at school when i'm supposed to be working but integrity doesn't exist

-i hc that if you want to experiment smth with him

-he would do it with you <3

-overall a fluffy relationship

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tell me if you want more characters!

[unspeakable-imagination]

Hey pookie bear 🐻, would you mind dropping a nsfw and a sfw alphabet headcanon for our Wolverine?? Also I wanted to tell you that all the love and support you are getting is because you deserve it and because your work is amazing!!! I really hope that you are also enjoying support and love you are getting from all your fellow x-men simps ( I think this should be the fandoms name lol) 🩵🩵🩵💛🩵🩵🩵

Logan Howlett SFW Alphabet

Oh my goodness ofc pookie. I'll post the nsfw one later but for now, enjoy

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

If your not in a relationship, good luck. Logan has the hardest time showing affection towards anyone because of how scared he is to love them. If you, by some type of gods given grace, have ended up in a relationship with him, it's like the flip of a switch. Constant PDA, hands of your hips, you back your shoulders, slung around you in any way he can to show that you're his. Maybe not so much as kisses unless he's jealous. If he's seen another man looking at you, talking to you, or if he thinks thag you're even in their thoughts, he's going to rub their nose in the fact you're with HIM, not them. Kissing you, pulling you onto his lap while he sits, and even taking his time to occasionally run his hand up and down your sides.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Logan would probably form a friendship with you through training Jr fighting in a ring. The most tell-tail sign that he considers you a friend is if he's offering you a drink or favors. Need that picked up from town while he's out? He's on it. Can't lift that specific thing? Consider it done. He won't say anything about it. He just kinda does it. He tried nit to expect anything in return.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Absolutely, especially in a relationship. On the couch, on a bed during movie night. If he's really feeling it, he'll even wrap an arm around scott.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

The idea of a domestic lifestyle terrifies Logan since any time he's tried it, it's ended in the death of a lived one. He truly does crave having a good sense of normalcy, but at this point he probably sees himself as to messed up to have it. Logan would cook for you but cleaning is something he won't touch with a ten foot pole.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Logan would usually rather die than break up with the person he loved, but if he's fallen out of his attachment (which usually doesn't happen) then he would likely be the kind of person to move out and say "Hey, sorry I can't do this anymore."

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

As mentioned before, Logan isn't really feeling like he deserves any time of long-lasting relationship. He really does want it though. To be able to achieve it would take atleast a couple of years, realistically a 6 mo- a year to even realize he's into you like that.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Logan is really abrasive and isn't the kind of person tnag would really be gently. He usually says it how it is or how he really feels. If you really get on his nerves he gets snappy and doesn't always think his words through. Actually, he never does. If your in a relationship, he'd try to take that into consideration, but you'll have to ask and warn him first.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Hugs take time, and I don't think I can stress it enough. And once you reach a point that he'd even enjoy hugs, he'd still be shocked. You could grab him and hug him and he'd just stand there awkwardly for like 5 seconds before even putting an arm around you and hugging you back.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Logan will probably never want to say it, because that makes it real, and if he really loves you then he thinks you'll die. He tends to Rey and show it through tou actions, but you you have a stable relationship that you explain you need thoes verbal affirmations, he's on it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Logan gets jealous if someone even looks at you wrong, or if someone has what he wants. He gets salty if he doesn't have it, or flaunts it if he does.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

This man loves to kiss his partners and even familial people on their forheads. He's got a kid.? Kiss them on the forehead. He's got a wife? Forged kisses every morning. He's got a best friend? A little iffy.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Logan doesn't want to admit the soft spot he has for children, especially his own if 2017 means anything. They do have to kinds work their way in, but once they worm their way into his heart he's as good as a babysitter. He might gwt a little stressed, though.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Logan loves having coffee, Cigars, or even a whiskey on the rocks on a balcony in the forest. Alone or with a partner, he doesn't really mind all that much.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Logan has a hard time going to sleep and staying asleep, but will cuddle you like his life depends on it, taking care to place his hands in a way that he wouldn't stab you if a nightmare were to occur.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I think that his past and trauma would kinda be drip-fed to any friends, but in a relationship, anythingbtaht bothers him he will vent about, usually with a drink and a smoke. He will ramble, holding you close and using you as a calming agent while he tells you about his day.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It's very dependant, so situational. This could go wither way. He could blow up or he could be begging to have a good talk, but ultimately, he does end up having a lower tolerance. He could be patient for a bit, but after that it's like a bomb timer.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Logan remebers EVERYTHING down to that one time you liked the way that that one blade of grass waved in the wind on may 14th 20xx.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He loves to flaunt the story of how you two got together and met or a first date. Catching you is usually his favorite memories.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Logan cannot stand the idea of you being in danger for him, but he'll willingly put himself in a position to be atomized, vaporized, castrated, or killed just to see you safe and smiling.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Depends on the kind of tasks. He doesn't like most housework but if you need the help, he's usually there. He likes to bring you breakfast in bed on any important day.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Logan is disgusted by the fact that gets a tendency to look down on some of the people that he loves. He starts treating them like their children, and like they can't care for themselves because. If they can... then is he really needed? Dude has the most isecure attachment style known to man.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He knows he's hot and that's that. Otherwise he doesn't care.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He probably would feel a little incomplete even with you, it would always linger in his mind if it's the right choice and if it will turn out okay, but you definetly help fill the hole.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He totally picks his nose every once in awhile and wipes it on his pants but only like once a month max. Very rate and never around somebody.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Can't stand someone who doesn't like forests. He can't stand cities and even more so, he can't stand living in a city or crowded areas for to long. If you want to stay in the city, it's a deal breaker.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Aside from his nightmares, if he's not sleeping with a partner, he will cuddle his pillows. He also drools and snores and starfishes.

[illuminiscentboba]

kitchen waltz : akaashi keiji x reader

tags: fluff, suggestive themes, established relationship

you look silly, shimmying at your desk, your headphones barely sticking to your head with the sharpness of your movement.

another one of your favorites, akaashi notes. he props his chin on his hand as he watches you, an idle smile playing on his lips.

you guys have very similar tastes but he isn't sure what he thinks of your discography these days, as some of your favorite songs are breakup songs or label men demons that should be sacrificed to the volcano.

his heart does a funny flip when you hop out of your seat singing and rapping the lyrics with passionately, never enough you claim.

he watches with amusement as you stroll over to him, and pretend he's the boy theyre discussing breaking up with in the song. here you are before him, pointing in his face, casting a faux look of disgust with your eyes gliding up and down his figure.

he lets his jaw drop, turning away, in his seat, pretending to be offended as your disgusted persona wobbles in your failing efforts to hold in your smile.

you love it when he matches your energy, with his arms folded but a smile playing on his lips he replies, "I pay our rent" after you sing a lyric about broke men, "I don't lie or cheat." among many other accusations.

He successfully defends himself and his comebacks a little too quick...which means you probably got this one stuck in his head too. his silly quips and pleading to be spared make it all the more amusing.

he claims to hate it but randomly mumbles lyrics when working from home and even as he types away at work but how can he not enjoy the show with you as the star?

last time he was fed up with the countless breakup songs back to back to back standing up from his spot to plead with you "how about you love me now?...alexa play that boy is mine...god...any version is fine!"

he watches with hope as your overexaggerated movements from before still, changing into a slow, alluring stride.

it must be a love song.

he uses his knuckles to hide his growing grin.

he can't help but get shy whenever you serenade him, his ears turning pink with the lyrics and your touch.

he loves being your muse, the boyfriend, the love interest in the narrative you present to him. more than that though, he loves to add quips that make you blush. "i'll take you up on that." or "you can have a taste", he is unsufferable.

he is helpless when you hand cups his chin, staring into his eyes, the words mine, want and love falling off your tongue like honey. you press your forehead against his, and now he can hear the song.

its one of his favorites.

" you want me so bad," he teases as you pull at him to get up and dance with you. you stop, narrowing your eyes at him but he knows the next lyric. "I think about you almost every day" he hums in that smooth, velvety voice of his, enunciating the last part. it distracts you for a moment and you want to hear more.

but still, you leap on the opportunity "why not every single day?" you lean close to him, hands on your hips. he chuckles at your antics, lifting himself out of his chair to dance with you, pressing the disconnect button on your headphones. "fine...i'll clock in on fridays too."

the song changes once more and you go back to seducing...you mean serenading him, singing about his lips and he's peppering your face with kisses. body to body? he's got that figured out for you.

you're fighting for your life as a particularly dirty song comes on. by this point, you guys are both giggling as you try to get out the lyrics. he spins you, and does a dramatic dip, whispering very innappropriate responses to the prompts.

who's wooing who at this point? your face is a tomato, a few shades away from his and frankly, he's way too smug for your liking. your headphones, suddenly reconnect, a silence falling on the room while your temporarily deafened.

you scramble for the volume button as he pushes them off your head. "y/n! are you okay?"

your still wincing, rubbing your ears. he inspects them with a frown on his face, after water damage from the storm the month before they have been malfunctioning sporadically.

"we really need to get you new headphones..."

"i don't want to part with them just yet though." you mutter dejectedly. your headphones go silent and you think it may be broken for good but nope, the next song was beginning.

"I don't think we were finished yet, were we?" you take his hand, grinning as you two took to a slow sway, and he fails to hold in the warmth overflowing his system and the leaned in close to the smile that captivates him every morning.

"I never want this to end" you murmur as he presses your lips together. he didn't have a quick quip this time or a response, the lyrics from the songs prior coming back to him. your hands are lost in his hair as he pulls you impossible closer, a layer of hunger coming undone.

he leans back to admire you once you two come up for air. "it doesn't need to" he says, shifting your hair behind his ear. he leans forward for another in a trance, the music truly setting the scene.

until it doesn't.

the music comes to a sudden halt, the glow of your laptop suddenly turning black.

"noooo, keiji, you jinxed it!"

"we jinxed it." he corrects you, quick to cue the song on his phone.

[unamused-boss]

California Dreaming pt3

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Last part! Warning: Kinda short, but I still hope you love it!

Summary: Max and Billy could only agree on one thing in common.... and that was you. You were their neighbor when the lived in California and Billy had the biggest crush on you. Plus it helped that you babysat, more like hangout with, Max. You were his California dream. And sometimes dreams come true.

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You couldn't stand the time you had away from Billy. Your best friend and boyfriend were gone all in one on the same day. You've been writing to Billy which is a plus. Turns out he joined the basketball team. He's been to every party thrown in town, but he says they're all a bust. Met a guy named Munson that gets him weed, but Billy quotes "It's nothing like the shit in Cali...". You can't help but laugh at his sarcastic tones through the letters.

You know he misses it here. He tells you in every letter the love that he holds for you, that nothing will change. He admitted to going on some dates with girl to get you off his mind. He felt guilty, he wanted your forgiveness even though you told him to try an move on to at least have fun. Billy said ,once again, in his letter that he wants no one else but you. Your eyes were something he missed most of all. He said that you had a light in them that he felt only he saw. You always giggled when it came to the gushy stuff in his letters. Billy was a flirt with girls but he was a romantic with you.

Since graduating high school early you've had a lot of time on your hands. You were still gonna walk at graduation, you just weren't going to do anything else. Cause by god you are getting that dumb piece of paper in front of everyone. It was a couple of days before the week up spring break but for you it was a regular working Wednesday. You currently work at some clothing store in the mall and oh so excitedly deal with mother's trying to get some sort of deal out of you.

The time was 5:00pm you are now pulling into your driveway of your house for the night. Happy that your got off early you notice your parents aren't home yet. You make your way down to the mailbox to check for anything. Which you find a bunch of letters piled onto one another. You begin to sift through it.

"Bill, Bill, Coupon, post card from Aunt Shelly, Bill...y." You stop at, what you thought was another bill but was actually, a letter from Billy. You rush up to your front door to be able to read the letter. Throwing everything onto the kitchen table an make your way to your room. You bounce on your bed at tear open the letter...

Hello Y/N, I hope you are happy with what you're doing. I just read your letter. God I wish I could graduate early to get this shit hole. Anyways, Max is doing good. She still with those little balls of snot for friends. Hopefully you wrote her, so she can stop asking me to check the mail for your letters. I miss you very much. Spring break is about to start, since the public pool opened I got a job there. Hopefully I can get enough money to be able to come an see you and to stay with you. You probably already know me, I'm not really good at this writing shit. But if it's for you, I'll do it. I love you, -Billy

You smiled down at the words on the paper.

"I love you too." You said down to the paper. That feeling came back again. The feeling of wanting to see him. You can't help it, you miss him so much. You go over to your landline in the kitchen to lunch in a number you have memorized by heart now.

"Santa Monica airport, what can I help you with today?" The droned out employee said.

"Hey, I wanna know if you have any direct flights to Hawkins Indiana?"

"Hold on, let me check..." You hear a faint typing for a few seconds.

"Anything?" You question.

"None to Hawkins but we have one to Indianapolis flying out this Friday at 5:00am." They said.

"Perfect!" You shouted. "How much?"

"That will be a hundred an thirty dollars..."

"I've got that!" You race around to your purse to fish out your debit card to pay for the ticket. You give them the info to send the ticket via email for you to print out. It would be thirty more dollar but you didn't care.

"Alright, thank you choosing Santa Monica airlines tod-." You didn't even let them finish. You hung up the phone right away to go pack an call off work for the next week or so. You couldn't stop giggling the whole time. Seeing Billy and Max is going to be the best thing to happen to you in the past few months. Then you hear your front door open and shut. Then you realized something...

"Hey mom, I gotta tell you something!" You shouted running out of your room.

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You were honestly shitting your pants the whole way to Hawkins from Santa Monica. You currently stand outside of Hawkins High School waiting for Billy. You slept during your flight over at 5 am but once you were on the ground you couldn't hold still. Your stuff is at the motel just outside of town for the next week.

You passionately waited for Billy to walk out of the school. You could see his car from a mile away. Plus with is reputation it wasn't hard to find out about him. You turned your wrist to look at your watch, 3:15 it read. the bell rang and school was out for spring break. Students passed by you, giving you weird looks.

"Who is that?" "Does Billy know them?" "Probably a desperate Ex." Were some of the things that were thrown around you. As if you couldn't hear the. 'Geez do these people know how to shut up...'

"Billy. Who's that?" An oddly pitchy voice said breaking you out of your thoughts.

Billy ripped his head around to you. You being the last person he would see by his car. The girl he, once had his arm around, was with was now forgotten. Billy thought he was gonna vomit at the sight of you.

"Shit.." You mutter.

"Holy fuck..." He said.

"Billy who is this?" The girl said once again getting annoyed. Billy turned back to her.

"Why are you still here?" He questioned. The girl now looked perplexed. She thought Billy was gonna take her out but now he wants nothing to do with her. Before she could say anything Billy spoke, "Go the hell away. Ya stupid cow..." He muttered the last part.

Billy walked up to you, star struck. He now had you trapped between him and the car with his hands on your hips. Holding you gently. You were smiling up at him.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"I wanted to see you." you said. "Is that so bad?" You teased him. When you both could call one another you would constantly tease him over the phone.

"No!" He answered quickly. "It's actually great, cause I was loosing my damn mind being away from you." You giggled at him. He his lips down to your temple, kissing you gently. To the students around you it was shocking to see Billy Hargrove be gentle with anybody. But to you this was your Billy.

"Y/N!!" A familiar voice shouted out to you. You turned to her direction to see Max running full speed to you. You part from Billy momentarily to hug Max.

"Hey MadMax!" You exclaimed. Even though Billy thought Max was a pain in the ass most of the time; he loved seeing you two together. He was happy that she got to see you.

"How long are you here for?" She questioned.

"I'm here for all of spring break." You smiled. They both looked at you dumb founded. You were gonna be with them for a week.

"Yes!" Billy said excitedly, pulling you into a hug. You laughed as he squeezed you.

"How about we go on a date tonight?" You asked him.

"Hell yeah!" He shouted. Crashing his lips onto yours. Desperation and love pouring into the moment. He missed your lips. How soft they were and smooth. He missed you so much.

"ew..." It was faint but you both knew it was from Max.

"Get in the car shit bird." Billy said.

"Hey be nice." You sternly said, mighty sapping his arm. He huffed at you, looking at you with soft eyes. The eye you fell in love with.

"Let's take Max home and we can go on our , much needed, date."

"You took the words right out of my mouth." Billy smiled.And that's how it went for the next week. You spent your time with Billy and Max, well more so Billy. Billy held you so close not wanting to let you go when you both cuddled. You met Max's friends and some more people around Hawkins with your small time there. You had some sleepovers with Max, trying to make up for lost time. Neil wouldn't do anything while you where here in town, so that meant a safe environment for Max and Billy even though it was for a week. You found the town cute, but you prefer Santa Monica.

Most of all, you and Billy got time alone. To be with each other in each others arms. Going on cute dates, walks, drives, everything. You became the envy of the town. The one that swooped Billy Hargrove off hid feet the spring break of 85'. He wouldn't have it any other way though. He would stay in this shithole town if it meant being with you.

When it came time for you to go home, it was full of tears and heart felt kisses. You didn't want to leave them again but you had to.

"Once I graduate I'll be back, I promise." You said.

When it came time for you to go home, it was full of tears and heart felt kisses. You didn't want to leave them again but you had to. 

"Once I graduate I'll be back, I promise." You said.

That promise was made two months ago. In those two months you also visited Billy three more times over the summer. In your last visit you brought him back home with you. To California. You got him far away from his pain. 

You both have an apartment near the beach, like you both wanted. You stared college; while Billy started work at a car restoration shop. Billy could surf everyday while you laid in the sun. You both loved each other even more with every day that passed.

A California dream come true.

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I know its a cheesy ending but I hope you like it.

@capitanostella

@maackiimoo

@mystargirl-interlude

[jenniferjareauwife]

the bau team noticing hickeys on either jj or r, and the fact that one of them is wearing the same clothes as the day before, piecing together the information and (probably morgan) teasing them about it

Hickeys

pairing: jennifer jareau x fem reader

category: fluff

warnings: innuendo

word count: 732

summary: derek sees the hickeys jj left on you from last night

I rolled out of bed to go to the bathroom, blushing as I saw the hickeys JJ had left there the night before. I touched them tenderly with a smile before realizing I had work today and had to cover them up. "Good morning!" I jumped as I heard JJ's voice from the bathroom entrance.

"Good morning." I grabbed some concealer but before I could dab it on my neck JJ grabbed my wrist and pulled it down. "What are you doing?"

"Why are you covering them up?"

"Because I don't want people to see them." I told her quietly.

"Well I want people to see them." She said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I want people to know you're mine. No one else's." I nodded and put the makeup down before I was pulled in for a bruising kiss.

"I love you."

"I love you too. Now get ready quickly we've gotta go to work." She slapped my ass before walking out.

We arrived at work half an hour later, JJ made me tie my hair up so my hickeys were on full display. My face was completely red as I walked through the compound. I walked into the break room to get my morning coffee, my head snapping up as I heard Morgan whistling. "JJ have you some good loving last night didn't she?"

"Yeah...yeah she did." I told him quietly, blushing a deeper red while biting the inside of my cheek and waiting for the coffee to be done.

"Did she make you walk around like that? All on display?" I gave him a small nod. "Yeah. I always pinned her for the territorial type." I jumped a bit as I felt a hand on my lower back but relaxed when it was JJ. "I liked your work Jareau." Morgan told her with a laugh.

"Thanks Morgan."

"Anytime blondie." He walked out of the room with his coffee, leaving JJ and I alone together. She leaned in, pressing a kiss to my neck.

"You ok?" I saw her bite her lip out of the corner of my eye. "You look a bit nervous."

"I-I'm fine." I stuttered. "Yeah?" She kissed my neck again before whispering into my ear.

"If you're lucky...I'll do the thing with my tongue that you like, tonight." She kissed right under my ear, making my brain go fuzzy and my stomach flip.

"I-yeah please. Please I want that." She laughed softly while giving me another kiss on the cheek. "Um...can we not do this at work?" I blushed as Spence walked in.

"Yeah of course." She rubbed my back and looked at Spencer, not wanting to unvirginize his ears. "So...what do you want to do tonight babe?" Even though she was trying to seem innocent there was a sexual undertone. I hoped Spence couldn't pick up on it.

"Um...dinner, movie. Cuddles." "Sounds good to me." She kissed the spot under my ear again and I swear my eyes almost rolled to the back of my head.

"What's wrong baby?" She asked again, seeing the effect she had on me. I swear to God she's such a tease.

"N-nothing, I'm fine." "Y/n if somethings really wrong you should tell your partner, studies show that-" JJ cut Spencer off.

"Yeah y/n." JJ agreed with him with a cheeky smile. "What's wrong? You can tell me anything." I gulped and looked at Spencer who was looking at me expectantly. I scratched the back of my head.

"Yeah it's actually um...couple things Spence." He raised his brows and nodded, realizing that it was his time to leave. "Oh my God JJ you have to stop doing that!" I playfully slapped her arm, causing her to giggle.

"What? I'm not doing anything!" She kissed my nose. "You're cute when you're blushing, you know that?"

"Mm. Am I really that cute?" I put my hair down and fluffed it up a little bit so my hickeys weren't that visible.

"You are." She pulled me into her arms and kissed my temple. "Put your hair back up, I want to see them."

"But it's embarrassing!" I whined. "I don't want to get teased again and Hotch will be so mad if he sees them."

"Ok fine...as long as I get to give you more tonight. Deal?" I nodded and shook her hand.

"Deal."

[drowninnoodles]

ULTIMATE (not really) GASTER CONNECTIONS LIST THING

Finally, I wrote down everything that came to my mind, most of them were theories. So if I missed something, please let me know. Plus, I'll probably update this when I find something new.

Devil connections:

- His stats are with numbers 666

- He fell (into his creation)

- his font has the word Wing in its name

-the first version of deltarune was 0.666

-religious connections of characters in Deltarune

- Possibility that he is an Angel

-Dark, Darker, Yet Darker

- Speaks through the Device - Ouija board reference?

- Shadow Crystals as pieces of him

- is associated with the most hell-like place in the Underground

Enemies in Undertale are similar to the Main Boss of the area-

Characters in the core:

- Final Froggit: Searching for Life Meaning/ Giving life its own meaning. Threaten/Mystify

-Whimsalot: "There's still hope", "I've made my choice", "No regrets", Prayers, Butterflies,

-Madjick: Clear Mind, Magican, Emits Cross-shaped bullets

-Knight Knight: Sleeping, Good Morningstar, Knight

Following this lead, Mettaton should not be a Core Boss -> there is no connection. This is Gaster's place

Uncategorized things:

-The core we see is redesigned by Mettaton, we do not know its previous layout

-Into voice's typer text value is the same as Gaster's

-Everything related to him in the files is written in caps

-His theme plays in Bunker

-He is described as always listening

-Like the corrupted characters he has voice lines (the word Deltarune spoken in the intro, laugh in Undertale files and BIG SHOT)

- can break the fourth wall ( takes over Twitter account)

- Deltarune crashes after typing "Gaster"

-"Man.ogg" is Yume Nikki Fansong

- talks to us in Vessel maker

- is in the Void

-Ms.Zarves and Ray as Inspiration for Gaster

-Possibly a Skeleton

- is the creator of Deltarune

- speaks in hands (probably WingDings font)

- He knows Chara personally (they work together)

- Deltarune is owned by ROYAL SCIENCES, LLC

-is scientist

-He worked for Asgore

-Dark Totems in Core - Dark Fountains first version?

-Memoryhead emits Gaster-like bullets

-Memoryhead says “Lorem Ipsum Docet” -> It means something like "Pain teaches”

-Memoryhead can give you a piece of themself

-Piece is called “Bad Memory”, Follower 3 is recalling Bad Memory connected to Gaster

-Noelle’s Blog page is reference to MysteryMan’s appearance in Undertale

-The entirety of Deltarune is an experiment

-Freezing is both reference to Freezing computer and Dante’s Inferno

-is connected to phones - Part of Memoryhead looks like phone

-”Another Him” uses Giygas soundfont

-Gaster seems to be heavily inspired by Uboa from Yume Nikki and Giygas from Earthboud

-Giygas and Gaster have a machines tied to them. Both are strongly associated with the theme of the devil and prayers.

HIS CREATION = BLACK HOLE:

-“A jump into a black hole is a one-way trip. Black holes are regions of space where gravity is so strong that nothing can escape them, not even light. Even before you reach the event horizon – the point of no return – you would be “spaghettified” by the black hole's tidal forces.” -Supernova

-You fall into a Black Hole

-“Of course, no matter what type of black hole you plunge into, you're ultimately going to get torn apart by its extreme gravity and die a horrible death. No material that falls inside a black hole could survive intact.” - Spacendbeyondthebox

-is everywhere at the same time - after being torn apart

-“Negative Photons reading”

-He was scattered across time and space

-theory made by Reddit user Garble365:

“in Interstellar (the sci-fi movie), Cooper falls into a blackhole, and he gets access to every place in the universe, in this infinitely small blackhole. Basically he is everywhere, at the same time. He can look at his daughter and hear her. But he cannot speak to her with his voice, the sound doesn't reach her due to some reason. So he resolves to knocking a few books in a bookshelf in his daughter's bedroom. Her daughter thought it was a ghost, being small. When she grew up, she realizes it was morse code in the form of books being knocked over. It was her father. He was speaking with his hand”

VIRUS CONNECTIONS:

- causes the files to become corrupted - the characters go insane after the meeting

-“The virus starts propagating, which is multiplying and replicating itself. The virus places a copy of itself into other programs” - Wikipedia

EGG CONNECTIONS:

- mysteryman head shape

- Scientists/intellectual people are called Eggheads

- Humpty Dumpty Reference

- Eggs given by the Man - possible Gaster pieces?

-The eggs stick together into one piece

-eggs break the game's fourth wall and move between save files

-When you drop an egg it says "what egg?" as if it doesn't exist

GERSON AND GASTER CONNECTIONS

-They were both replaced by Alphys after they left

-They are both highly respected by the people

-Religion references - Gerson’s son is priest

-Gaster in tarot card deck was replaced by Gerson

-GERSON is an anagram of the word GONERS

-Gerson in Undertale has knowledge that other monsters do not have

GASTER’S THEME:

-Gaster Blaster looks like Turtle skull

DRAGON CONNECTIONS

-Noelle is playing dragon blazer's 3. She is currently at the snow drake.

- Gaster blaster resembles a dragon's skull and the "beams" could easily be snow, similar to the snow grave spell

- "knight knight" who has a strange reoccurring motifs of day, nights, and dreams. Her sprite is labeled as a dragon

-susie's axe, which is said to be made of a dragon's mane. Implying that susie herself is a dragon

“must.Him.Ogg”

Another Him

Darkness Falls

Scarlet Forest

Card Castle

Rouxls Kaard

Chaos King

The Circus

The World Revolving

The Holy

Friendship

Man

Girl Next Door

Queen

Welcome to the City

A cyber’s world?

Giga Size

BIG SHOT

Spamton

Dialtone

[aishangotome]

Alfons Sylvatica: [Mad Love] Chapter 24 Premium Story

Chapter 24

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Why this room...!?

Alfons had pulled me into a shady room behind the tavern.

Alfons: Because if we went back to the castle, Victor or someone might...

Alfons: ...start a drinking party, saying, "Let's celebrate solving the case!" or something.

Kate: But there's no lock on this door, is there? What if someone comes in...?

Alfons: There is a lock.

Alfons nonchalantly takes a metal key with a chain from his pocket and shows it to me.

Alfons: And I've told the owner that no one can come in today.

Kate: What...!

I'm shocked to learn that he lied to me that day, saying there was no lock, after telling me the horrible lie that he let another man hold me.

Kate: You liar...!

Alfons: Hehe, the real bad liars are the ones who don't reveal the truth.

But I'm probably just as bad for being so easily swayed by his words.

In fact, I was so overwhelmed by what was about to happen that I closed my eyes,

and my heated eyes were gently stroked.

Alfons: More than that, I have to make sure I take good care of you tonight for making you wait...

Alfons: It would be troublesome if you end up falling for the wrong man with your desirable body.

Kate: D-don't lump me in with you! Alfons: That hurts. Do I look like the type to cheat? Kate: You do, very much so. Alfons: Hehe, a liar and a cheater, that's a harsh assessment. Alfons: Should you just give up on a man like this? Kate: …No. Kate: I'll make sure you have no time to cheat, I'll please you. Alfons: …… (W-what am I saying…?) (But even if I say I won't allow cheating, it won't resonate with him) (The only way is to use force…) While I was making excuses to myself in my mind, Alfons put his hand on my cheek and gently lifted it up. Alfons: You have too much talent as a toy, it worries me a little. (Alfons…?) The voice that was uttered was so sweet that it melted… the depths of my body trembled. The gaze and voice he poured on me were different from before. It was as if the sunlight I had been feeling through the curtains was now burning me directly. Kate: W-what do you mean… talent as a toy…? I've always been frustrated by the distance between us. Now, I feel so close to him that I feel like I could reach deep inside his body with my fingertips. I was happy about it, and a feeling of elation welled up from the bottom of my heart… (I feel like I'm going to lose my cool--) I couldn't help but look away. Kate: Oh, right. I bought cupcakes. (This is definitely not the time to be talking about this.) The fact that I'm bringing up such irrelevant topics probably means I'm not calm anymore. I tried desperately to regain my composure and sat down on the bed to check the contents of the paper bag, but the cupcakes I had dropped once, bag and all, were a mess. Alfons: It's an avant-garde design. Alfons sat down next to me and peeked into the bag. Kate: Um… I was hoping we could eat them together, since it's a special occasion. Alfons: It's fine. They may look like that, but they're not rotten and they didn't fall directly on the ground. Alfons: …Kate, please feed them to me. Kate: …? He whispered in my ear, lightly touching it with his lips, and my heart, which had long since lost its composure, pounded so hard that it felt like it would break.

Kate: ... Here you go...

Ignoring the burning in her ears and cheeks, she picked up a cupcake and offered it to him...

Alfons: Thank you for the food.

Her wrist was grabbed and pulled closer, her heart beating like a drum.

The cream that should have been on top was crushed, and he bit into the misshapen cupcake.

Alfons: Mmm... Oh, it's really delicious.

Kate: Is that so...?

(Alfons, you take big bites...)

The small cupcake was quickly devoured in two or three bites, and now only crumbs remained.

Kate: Ah...

He licked off even the remaining cream with the tip of his tongue, and I couldn't help but let out a sound.

Kate: Ah, Alfons...

Alfons: Since you were kind enough to buy it for me... I have to eat it all, without leaving anything behind.

Alfons narrowed his eyes as if enjoying my reaction...

He put my fingertips, which should have been clean, in his mouth and ran his tongue over them.

Kate: Nn... Ah...

He traced the spaces between my fingers, my palm, the thin skin on the inside of my wrist, and my body trembled sweetly.

Even so, the reason I let him do as he pleases is...

Because I'm already hoping for more.

Alfons: It was delicious. Thank you for the food.

Alfons: Ah... I wanted to eat it "together," but I ended up eating it all by myself.

Alfons: There should be one more left in the bag... Would you like to have it too, Kate?

I glared at him for asking such a question when he had put me in a state where I couldn't refuse, and his smile deepened with amusement.

(I'm frustrated...)

But there's nothing I can do about it, since what I want more than a cupcake is right there in front of me.

Kate: ...Mine... can wait until tomorrow morning.

Alfons: Let's hope it's ready before what one might call morning, shall we?

He flashed a mischievous grin, then scooped me up and dove onto the bed.

The creaking of the bedsprings gradually subsided, replaced by the sound of ragged breathing filling the room.

While kissing each other passionately, we reached out our hands to take off each other's clothes.

Alfons: You're not embarrassed today, are you?

Alfons: The first time you came into this room, you turned so red at the slightest touch and ran away.

Heat rises in my cheeks as I remember the time when he made me feel good with his fingers, and showed me my disheveled appearance using a hand mirror.

Kate: ...I can't be embarrassed now...

Alfons: Aha, as expected of someone who spent a month in the evil lair of Crown Castle,

Alfons: and fulfilled the unprecedented job of a Fairytale Keeper, Kate.

Alfons: You adapt quite easily to indecent things, don't you?

Kate: It's not like I'm used to it or anything...

Alfons: Oh really... then, what is it?

His provocative whisper makes my heart pound as if it's going to break.

Kate: Th-that is...

Kate: It's because I'm going to do something even more embarrassing...

Alfons: ----!

I pushed Alfons down and straddled him.

(!...)

Before embarrassment, insecurity, and all sorts of things catch up with me,

I lowered my hips, and the tip of his heat splits my body open.

Kate: Uh...Nn, Hm...

Alfons: ...Ah, Kate.

Alfons: You're already soaking wet when I haven't even touched you... here.

Kate: Ah, uh, don't move...!

Kate: I... I'm going to....

Alfons: When it feels good, isn't it better to be "together"?

A hand reaches out to the wet mess that has half-engulfed her.

The moment his fingertips crush the swollen, small tip, a spark of pleasure explodes in her head.

Kate: Ahh, ....don't...n-n-n-touch me... no...

I shake my head, but the nectar overflows and runs down his heat, negating my words.

Alfons: You're a terrible liar.

Alfons: You feel so good here.

Kate: Ahh, hm, ahh..

As he continued to knead with his fingers, the sound of water grows louder.

The repeated stimulation makes my thighs tremble, and I can't lower my hips or pull them back as I squeeze his heat inside. At that moment,

Alfons: Ahh...

Kate: Ahh---!

Alfons' hips rose up, and a shock ran through my body.

Kate: Hah, ah, ahh.....!

As he shook his hips, a sweet ecstasy welled up inside me.

Kate: Nnn.... I... I.. I was planning to make you feel good, Alfons...

Alfons: Okay, okay. Next time.

Kate: Ah, nnn, I was so embarrassed to insert it myself... but I tried my best... ah, ah

His bouncing hips knocked me deep inside, and I spoke in broken breaths.

Kate: Why did you move first? ... That's mean... Nnn..

Alfons: ....Aha

After a loud sigh, his hips started moving faster.

Kate: Nn, ah, ahhh

Alfons: Are you thinking that I did that on purpose?

Alfons: I didn't have time to think about it.

Kate: Mmm....?

Alfons: ......I couldn't wait to get messy with you.

Alfons: Covered in honey, squeezed tight, rubbing against each other...

Alfons: I wanted to feel good with you as soon as possible, even if it was only for a second. That's all.

(...!?)

The words that came from his lips along with his hot breath made the depths of my body burn hot and the pleasure rose all at once.

Kate: Ah...ah...nn..!!

I was shaking violently while being swallowed by the waves so sweet that I couldn't speak....,

By the time the night came, with only pleasure imprinted on my body, I was left... feeling exhausted and full of happiness.

And then-- the squashed, misshaped cupcake ended up being brunch.

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Mad Love Chapter 25

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[changbokkii]

“You’ll be okay”

Paring: Kuina x reader (platonically) (Maybe some Chishiya x reader)

Summary: your best friend, Kuina helps you through your wild pregnancy journey.

…

"Come on, come on, come on..." you sighed heavily and looked down but looked back up when you heard the door open and loud music in the background. Standing there was a blonde man with shoulder length hair and a white zip-up jacket. Wasn't his name Chishiya? Kuina told you about him but you've never met him before. It's interesting how a dude can look so beautiful.

"Hi! Is Kuina here?"

"Yeah, she's in her room blasting music. You can come in if you'd like"

His voice was bland and cold. It matched his apathetic appearance but still. He stepped aside for you to come in and as you walked in he shut the door. You walked over to Kuina's room and knocked. The loud music that was playing suddenly stopped.

"Come in!" You slowly opened the door and walked in and Chishiya followed behind you.

"I'm going home Kuina." Chishiya said, his voice not changing from his nonchalant tone.

"Okay, Bye!"

Chishiya waved and left out the door.

"Hey you okay? You don't look like your normal self. You're normally loud and annoying. No offense though because I like you like that."

"Well...there's something I've been needing to tell you...I ummm...im pregnant.."

"YOU'RE WHAT!?"

Kuina shouted loudly that her neighbors could probably hear her but she didn't care as she already has enough noise complaints as it is.

"You're pregnant!? By who?! Don't tell me it's your boyfriend!"

"W-well..."

"He's no good for you! I've told you this already! He's toxic and he's obviously not ready to raise a child with you!"

She's not wrong. He has cheated on you with many girls and you've forgave him many times. Kuina is extremely pissed every time you do it and when you complain to her every time she gives you the same advice but you do your own thing. The one thing Kuina Hikari hates about you.

You want to leave him, you really do but what are you going to do without him? He think you're nothing without him and maybe he's right. But who knows?

"Can you help me...? If I'm gonna keep the baby I'm going to need some serious support."

"Of course! Besties help each other no matter what! I promise you'll be okay. And they baby as well" You smiled at Kuina and she smiled at you.

"And I couldn't have asked for a better bestie"

"I love you so much!"

"I love you even more!"

You both share a giggle and hug each other and hugged. You start to ramble about the most random things.

"Since bf/n isn't going to be the father of the baby maybe I can convince Chishiya to date you and raise the child."

"First of all, don't make that man do anything he doesn't want to. He looks miserable enough. And second of although he is cute I'm probably not his type."

"I can ask-"

"Absolutely not! If you do I'm going to microwave you on high heat!"

The both of you laughed. You always made jokes like this ever since the two of you met. When strangers heard you make jokes like this, they would look at the both of you concerned. But the both of you know that either of you wouldn't harm each other.

You both share your random thoughts with giggles here and there until you get a notification. It’s from your boyfriend

"I have to go...I'll see you later" You break the hug and start to walk out the front door

"make sure to dump 'em bestie!"

You giggled at her words.

"I will don't worry!"

And with that you left her apartment hoping you will be able to explain your soon-to- be ex boyfriend.

…

When the baby is born Kuina is there by your side holding your hand as you squeeze out the baby.

"You got this n/n! You're almost there!"

You let out another scream of pain and push as hard as you can and the baby was born.

"You did it! I'm so proud of you!"

She hugs you very carefully making sure that she's not hurting you because you are very delicate in this moment.

The doctor hands you the baby. It's wrapped in a pink duvet. It's a girl.

"Awwww! It looks just like you!"

You start to cry tears of joy as you hold your baby girl. You smile down at her and she takes your finger and plays with it.

Even if she doesn’t grow up with a father (or her real one), she has you, Kuina, and possibly chishiya. That’s good enough for you.

…

For the next few days at the hospital Chishiya was your doctor for the rest of the time you spent in there.

“You should be able to leave in a day or two. The baby is healthy and has no health problems. If there’s anything you want or need call me or Kuina.” Chishiya said in his calm voice as he checks your vitals. You nod your head and sigh softly.

“And if you ever need someone to take care of the baby or you call me”

“Thank you”

“It’s no problem. And please don’t try to get up from the bed unless me, another doctor, or Kuina help you.

“Okay…I’ll try”

Chishiya walks out and starts talking to someone. As Chishiya disappears in the distance Kuina comes in with a smile.

“How are you doing?”

“Good I guess”

“Do you need any snacks or anything else?”

“No…but Chishiya is hot-“

“That’s my friend! And I will not be a third wheel the next time we hang out!”

“Weren’t you trying to set me up with him a few months ago-“

“Thats different!”

…

Your baby is now one years old and couldn't be happier. You and Kuina are going to the bar for a girls night out and Kuina convinced Chishiya to take care of your child.

You hear the doorbell ring and you assume it is Chishiya but to your surprise it is you ex Boyfriend...

"Why are you here?"

You ask with a slight tone of surprise and anger. Your ex boyfriend chuckles a bit.

"I just came to see my little girl. Is there something wrong with that?"

"Yes it is! She's not your daughter! You will not be apart of her life!”

Your baby comes crawling over to you

“Mama…mama…”

“Hey sweetheart!”

You pick her up and she lays her head on your shoulder. As soon as she sees bf/n she starts to cry.

“Shhh…it’s okay baby. I won’t let him hurt you.”

Kuina walks up behind you.

“Is something wrong? And what the hell are you doing here!?”

“I’m just trying to see my daughter”

He put his hands up in the air mockingly.

“She’s not your daughter and will never be!”

Your ex boyfriend rolls his eyes and smirks. You wanted to slap his face so bad.

“Hey Y/N go back inside with your baby and I’ll take care of him.”

You nod and walk back into the house.

…

After all that you and Kuina didn’t have a girls night together but instead had a fun night with Chishiya and your baby.

You two laughed your asses off when your baby tried to put make up on Chishiya. Your baby just smiled the whole time.

“Mama!” Your baby said proud of what she did to Chishiya’s face.

You four had the best night together and you couldn’t ask for a better daughter, best friend, and maybe future boyfriend.

[biolizardboils]

Hey again.

I was saving this for when I'd wrapped some other stuff up, but it's taking too long. I'm just gonna say it while the words are fresh in my head.

The two-month break I've been on? I think I'm gonna stay on it. As in, stay logged off except on special occasions.

There's still things I want to finish here. I will answer what's left at @ask-the-all-consuming-void and bring it to a proper ending; The Secret Thing it was gonna segue into will go up, even if only as sketches and drafts; And there's another project I'm still helping with behind the scenes. But aside from those… I want to maintain my internet presence a lot less.

I've learned a lot about myself since I left: most importantly the hyper-empathy, compassion fatigue thing, and that being terminally online probably does more harm than help. There's trying to be a good, vigilant person, and then there's overwhelming oneself about things they can't control, with info that isn't always accurate. I've been doing the latter in different ways for years; late April/early May was a big wake-up call. Lesson learned: I've got to find balance, and I won't find it here.

The second-most important thing I learned is that… the reason I "joined" the internet in the first place? It's pretty much been fulfilled. Has been for a few years now, actually.

I made this tumblr in 2015, but I got my real start on deviantART and WordPress in 2011. Don't expect links; what people post in their preteens can stay between them and God lol. But I'll tell you what got me to make accounts: my confusion as a new Sonic fan. The way people talked about them, the way they talked to each other… it hurt to see.

I got it in my preteen head to set a better example. To not let my love for something become disdain for others of its kind. To explain instead of assume. And to assure anyone who'd listen that it's not shameful to like Sonic, that those who do deserve better, and that they could still have it better someday.

And now, 13 years later… we do. The hurtful stuff I saw back then is nearly gone now. When it does pop up, it's easier to counteract than ever. People realize how silly and petty and wrong it was, and can call it out accordingly. People can live a little truer to themselves, now that that shit isn't everywhere anymore.

I think that, specifically, is all I really wanted. Everything else—the reinvigoration of the characters and their world, the downpour in avenues once closed off by "cringe" and "not enough interest"—have been wonderful byproducts. I've been gassing up Sonic Movie 3 as the final step, but it's really more of a victory lap.

After realizing that, I just… don't feel the need to post so much here anymore. My self-worth and sense of morality shouldn't rely on what I do or don't type. I don't need to document every thought or choice I make and why.

The cause I've performed for since middle school no longer needs my time and energy, if it ever even did. I can just enjoy things in relative silence, and spend myself in other ways. Ways I've taken too long to get around.

Sonic Unleashed is what set me down this path. I watched it go from rejected at launch, to just divisive, to respected and beloved. I still wonder if, had it gotten a fairer chance, the current Sonic renaissance could've happened sooner.

But dwelling on that won't change anything. I'd rather dwell on how, this year, I got to scream Endless Possibility with hundreds of other people, loudly and proudly. No fear of who's watching, no need to self-sabotage. It meant the world to me.

There was a con in my area on June 23rd. I wasn't planning on doing anything that day until I heard about it. There was someone in attendance who helped me put a symbolic bow on this part of my life.

I think he did a wonderful job :)

I have one last thing to say before I go. That'll be its own post, so I can put it in the public Sonic tags.

Again, the stuff I've left hanging here will get finished eventually. But for now, this is goodbye.

Moots, followers: thank you so much. I will quite literally remember you all in therapy.

--BiolizardBoils

[aylacavebear]

She Thought She was Normal

Story Summary: Maria really thought she was normal, for most of her life. It was normal for people to have natural talent, she would tell herself the older she got. Many things came easy for her, and that was probably how their rivalry began when she was five and he was seven and she met the Winchesters. Little did either of them know that it wouldn't stay like that forever, both having a far larger destiny than they could imagine

Word Count: 3089

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

Warnings: Sensory Processing Sensitivity (SPS), Angst (some), back to the slow burn

----------------------------------------- Chapter 17 - When Things Change

Lebanon wasn’t a tiny town, but it wasn’t a big town either. There was a Wal-Mart at least, the only big city-type store in the place. The rest were locally owned businesses. Dean pulled into the parking lot of the Wal-Mart first since Jess’s suggestion was first. It was one of those supercenters and would require a lot of walking.

“Want one of those drivey-cart things, Sweetheart?” Dean asked her with a smirk after they got out of the car.

“Want me to hit you again?” she asked, not amused but smirking.

Sam raised an eyebrow at that, his arm over Jess’s shoulders as they walked, “She hit you? When?” he asked his brother.

“This morning,” Maria answered plainly, “Three times.”

Sam laughed, “Is that why you were sitting in the kitchen alone?” 

“Shut up Sam,” Dean told him, trying not to get annoyed.

“Why’d she hit you?” Jess asked curiously.

“He doesn’t know how to knock or keep his smartmouth shut,” Maria stated plainly, smirking again as she remembered how he looked lying on the kitchen floor earlier.

This time, Dean smirked, “And I’d do it again too, Sweetheart,” he told her teasingly.

“Next time, I’ll make sure to break something when I hit you,” she stated plainly, but seriously.

A woman who was passing them as she was leaving the store got a very uneasy look on her face and hurried to her car. Jess chuckled at the woman’s reaction, “Okay, you two go grab what you came here for. Maria and I are gonna go look at other stuff, for her room,” Jess told them before she kissed Sam on the cheek.

The brothers shared a silent conversation with a look before they went in the opposite direction of the girls, “Come on Maria, let's get you some stuff for your room,” Jess said, taking her arm, and practically dragging her toward the home section of the store.

Maria grimaced at the speed at which Jess was dragging her along, but managed to keep up, “Can’t we take our time?” she groaned.

Jess giggled, “Aren’t you excited?” she asked, needing to keep her occupied while the boys picked up what they were after.

“Not really Jess,” Maria sighed as they reached the section with numerous different options to decorate a home with.

Jess furrowed her brow as she looked over at her, “How come?”  she asked, more concerned now than with her change in mood.

Somehow Maria managed to slip out of Jess’s hold and looked at the pictures and word signs people enjoyed hanging in their homes, “I haven’t had a home in a long time, Jess. I don’t even know where to begin if I was being honest,” she sighed.

Jess watched her for a moment, trying to figure out what she wasn’t saying, “Okay. What kind of things do you like? We can start there,” she suggested.

“I like working on my truck,” she answered. That one was easy but past that, she wasn’t really sure.

Jess found an empty cart sitting in the aisle, so she snagged it and looked back at Maria, “Let’s start with a laundry basket for your room. There’s lots of options.”

Maria followed her with her hands in her pockets, glancing at the things they passed, nothing catching her interest, “I also don’t want to give those two any more ammunition to tease me either,” she finally told Jess, quietly.

“Does it bother you that much?” Jess asked as she turned down another aisle.

“Sometimes,” Maria sighed. She wasn’t the best at sharing how she felt about things but this was Jess, and she’d been there for her during a time when she’d really needed a friend. “It also doesn’t help that the tattoo artists said I was a person with SPS.”

For a moment Jess just looked at her, and then that day came back to her, “I can talk to Sam and I’m sure he can talk to Dean,” Jess suggested, hoping she’d open up a little more.

“I don’t think it’ll help. It’s a sibling thing, even if I’m not related to them,” she replied, glancing at the laundry baskets to her right.

“I might be able to at least get them to lighten up with it, if it bothers you that much,” Jess told her and then stopped to look at the wicker laundry baskets.

Maria plucked a packaged laundry bag off the rack and tossed it in the cart, “I’m still pretty sure it won’t help, at least not with Dean. I don’t want them to know, about the whole SPS thing. I haven’t even told my Uncle.”

Jess knew what else was going on and for the moment, hadn’t figured out how to bridge the gap between her and Dean, “At least pick one in a color you like. That one is plain as hell Maria,” she protested, putting the package back on the shelf.

“Fine,” Maria groaned as she looked back at her options, looking through the ones in the back. When she found one in a nice deep purple she smiled a little and tossed it in the cart.

“Now we’re getting somewhere. You like purple. I can work with that,” Jess told her, still doing her best to gently dig deeper.

Maria rolled her eyes and just followed her friend. Jess found some things for her desk to help her stay organized with various items to hold pens, papers, and a slew of other things. She even managed to get Maria to pick out a few posters. Half of them were just colors. There were a couple that had some almost psychedelic looks to them. Then there was the one of a moose in nature, with a squirrel sitting on its antlers. Maria couldn’t help but find it not only cute but for some reason, funny. When Jess saw her laugh, she put it in the cart.

“Come on, we’re gonna get you some cute things, nicknacks to decorate with,” Jess told her, smiling. 

She rolled her eyes but followed her friend, “Can’t I just decorate with my weapons?” 

“You can do that too. Let’s go get you the hardware so you can hang stuff up,” Jess replied and changed course to the hardware section of the store.

For a moment, Maria thought she saw Sam and Dean down one of the aisle but when she looked again, the aisle was empty. She caught back up with Jess who was already putting various things in the cart. She let her friend do her thing when she noticed the paint a bit further down, tilting her head a little before heading over to it. The cans came in several different sizes and numerous colors. She didn’t notice Jess watching her. Maria crouched down and pulled a couple of cans down to inspect.

“Want to paint your room?” Jess asked, now standing behind her.

“Is that weird?” Maria asked, not looking up at her.

Jess smiled softly, “Not at all. What colors do you want?”

Maria handed her several small cans of paint, all different colors, then two large cans, one white, one black. She grimaced when she stood back up, her tattoo burning again at the way her body had been.

“Does it still hurt?” Jess asked.

“Don’t worry about it, Jess,” she told her, not wanting to talk about it.

“It’s okay. I won’t tell the boys. I remember what the artist said to you. It’s not totally abnormal to be that sensitive down there,” she told her softly, gently nudging in hopes of her opening up more.

Maria glanced at her before looking at the paint brushes, “Yeah, it still hurts. I’ll be fine. If I can take a beating from a monster, a little tattoo is nothing to get over.”

Jess couldn’t help but chuckle a little, “Ever been that sensitive when you were with a guy?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Her body stiffened at the question, “Umm…” she trailed off, grabbing a package of paint brushes before turning to her, “I’ve, uh… never been with a guy,” she confessed, blushing.

“That explains a lot,” Jess said, surprised.

“Don’t tell them, please. That’s the last thing I need them to tease me about,” Maria begged.

“I’ll try not to. I might end up telling Sam but I’ll swear him to secrecy,” Jess replied, trying to reassure her.

Maria grumbled a little before she headed toward the art supply section, wanting other paint brushes, Jess following close behind her. Once in the crafts section, Jess excused herself to go to the ladies room but that wasn’t where she was headed. She realized that the SPS went beyond just the physical feelings and had to nip some things in the bud, quickly. The last thing she wanted was for Maria to get pushed back to whiskey. She located the boys almost at the register.

“Look. I’ve changed my mind about all this. Just… just put it back,” she told the two of them.

“What happened Jess?” Sam asked, more concerned than upset.

“She’s opening up and… I don’t have the heart to go through with any of this. It’ll…” she sighed, “It’ll hurt her. Please, just put it all back,” she practically begged them, “It’s like when she went through her grief from losing her dad.”

“Sure Jess, we’ll put it back,” Sam told her, kissing her forehead as he held her close for a moment. He looked out, across the store, slightly worried about his sister but knew now was not the time to push it. Dean just gave them a confused look, as no one had filled him in on any of that yet.

Maria picked out some paintbrushes, and drawing pencils, and then wandered into the electronics area. Before she’d stayed with Sam and Jess, she’d buried everything she felt but after she went through detox, her emotions always seemed to be just under the surface. Her mind again wandered, wanting so badly to talk to someone. Since she’d learned she had SPS, it was like all her emotions made more sense, at least why she felt them like she did, even if she didn’t understand it all. Things like why she was bothered by Dean’s annoying behavior or even why the teasing of her brothers and even Jess had bothered her. None of that had been there before her detox.

Maria shook her head as she looked at the small speakers on the shelf. She found a cheap wireless speaker and put it in the cart, thinking about listening to music in her room on something other than just her headphones. Before she knew it, she was wandering around the clothes section. There were several clearance racks that she was looking through when Jess found her again.

“Find anything you like?” Jess asked her, curiously.

“I have enough clothes,” Maria said, more lost in thought than anything.

“You have work clothes and stuff you’ve had since you were a teenager. There’s no harm in getting a few new items from time to time,” Jess told her.

Maria rolled her eyes as Jess began looking through the clothes as well but didn’t pay attention to what she put in the cart. It didn’t help that Jess knew what size she was, “I’ll take care of this if you want to head outside,” Jess told her with a tilt of her head and a smile.

“Are the guys done yet?” Maria asked.

“Not quite yet. They changed their mind on a few things. They should be done soon though,” Jess told her before heading to the register with the cart.

She went outside and sat down in the passenger seat of the Impala, alone with her thoughts and completely lost in them. One thing she wanted more than anything was someone to confide in but had always been worried that Jess would tell Sam and somehow it would get back to Dean or that Sam would want to talk to her. She hadn’t had a chance to get her Uncle alone, so hadn’t been able to confide in him either, and that bothered her. She had more secrets than any of them knew about and no one that she felt she could lean on, at least when it came to the three she was shopping with.

Dean stopped in his tracks, which caused Sam to do the same when he saw how sad and alone she looked sitting in his car, “Dude, why don’t you just talk to her?” Sam asked, seeing what his brother was looking at.

“Sam, she can’t stand me,” Dean sighed, truly believing that.

“I bet you’re wrong,” Sam told him.

“Didn’t we cover this on the Cali trip and I was right,” Dean stated.

“You told her she looked hot, how was she supposed to react?” Sam questioned, “The least you could do is maybe try being nice and not always trying to annoy her.” “At least when I’m annoying her she isn’t ignoring me,” Dean sighed. 

Sam thought for a moment, “You know, if you want her to be receptive, why don’t you try not acting like a jerk and be open with her?” he suggested, raising an eyebrow, “I’m gonna see if Jess needs any help inside.” Dean grumbled under his breath as his brother went back inside. With the past he had with Maria he wasn’t even sure how to open up to her and he attempted to figure it out on the short walk to the car. She didn’t even notice he was there until she saw the trunk pop open, causing her to jump.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” he told her, somewhat shyly, although he meant it.

She furrowed her brow, slightly confused by the lack of a smartass remark, “I, uhh… It’s okay. I wasn’t really paying attention,” she replied quietly, shyly.

He was hidden from her view due to the trunk and thankful for that, having a hard time taking a deep breath. She hadn’t snapped at him or given him some retort, “Did you uh… have fun, shopping?” he asked, slowly finding a micron of confidence.

Maria looked down at the pavement of the parking lot from her opened door, “Not really.”

Dean put the last few items in the trunk before he closed it, looking over at her. She looked so alone, “How come?” he asked her, softer than he realized.

She licked her lips and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, holding it there for a moment, still not understanding why he was being the way he was, nor if she should say more, “I guess… it’s cause I haven’t had a home in so long.”

He could tell there was more to it than that and wondered just how much he could get her to open up without her biting his head off, “If it’s any consolation, I’m feeling kinda the same,” he confessed to her, rubbing the back of his neck.

That’s when she looked over at him, really looking at him now. She saw the nervousness in his expression, and his posture, and even felt it in his words, “Did Sam push you to get stuff too?”

His smile was genuine when he looked over at her, “Yeah,” he chuckled nervously, “Are you uh, feeling better?”

She looked back down at the pavement, debating answering him, then nodded a little. If she needed to, she’d give him enough rope to hang himself with and she could always hit him again if he turned into a jerk about it.

“Is that sort of thing… normal?” he asked, still sounding nervous, although somewhat curious.

“Umm, for some people,” she said quietly, “It should stop, in a couple days,” not wanting him to know what the tattoo artist had told her.

Dean made plans to look that up when they got back to the bunker, wanting to understand but also not push her either, “Sorry you have to go through that,” he told her softly, a smile to match.

She slowly looked up and over at him, still somewhat confused at his change in behavior and demeanor, “Uh, thanks,” she replied, slightly confused.

There was an awkward silence between the two when Jess and Sam showed up, both of them smiling while Sam pushed the cart, “What’d you do, buy half the store?” Dean exclaimed looking at how full the cart was.

“Just a quarter of it,” Jess quipped at him, making Sam chuckle.

Maria had to smile at that one, and Dean noticed. He loved seeing her smile like she was, soft and almost happy. He knew how tough she was but right now, she didn’t look like that hardass hunter that had gone toe to toe with him in Sam’s apartment that morning. He remembered how she would look like that when she’d interact with Sam, growing up.

“You gonna help pack the trunk?” Sam asked, causing the tips of Dean’s ears to blush due to his thoughts.

“Uh, yeah,” he quickly answered and moved to help.

The drive back was quiet, at least on any personal topic. Jess had offered to help Maria with her room, but she declined, wanting to do it alone. Dean had decided he was going to attempt to help her or at least try to talk to her more later, while she was setting things up. He glanced over at her and couldn’t help but have a hard time focusing on the road with the way the light filtered through the trees and danced across her hair and face as she looked out the window.

“Dean!” Sam snapped as Dean quickly swerved back into his lane.

“Sorry guys, thought I saw something in the forest,” he quickly told them. 

“Uh-huh,” Jess teased him, having seen exactly who he was looking at, and it wasn’t the forest.

He glared at her through the rearview mirror before focusing on the road again. It was obvious to both Sam and Jess that the two liked each other, now they just had to get the two of them to realize it. Maria had glared at Dean, more annoyed than anything when he swerved like he did, but she didn’t make a snarky comment about it. She looked back out the window and was again, lost in her thoughts of their interaction in the parking lot earlier. She still couldn’t figure out what had changed and why he was being like that.

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hello! i hope u’re doing well and i really adore ur work, keep going! i was wondering if i could req chifuyu x fem!s/o who has a male friend she thought of him as her best friend until he started to hit on her and give her weird looks and stuffs /tries to flirt w her but she thought she was just thinking abt it too much and didnt want to say anything since she hates confrontations and thought she’s probably just being paranoid abt it but then chifuyu notices it so he does something about it? (i’m sorry if this is too specific or too weird, feel free not to write it if it’s too much! and if it is, i apologize for that!) have a nice day/evening<3

hi nonnie! i'm sorry this took me literally 2 months oops. please forgive me!!! anyways, here it is! i hope it's to your liking! since it's sfw minors can rb + like, but please don't follow or else i'll have to block u ):

warnings: fluff, one-sided pining, f!reader, violence (chifuyu knocks him out lol), final timeline!

wc: 1.1k

“i’m sorry, could you repeat that?” 

chifuyu cocked his head, he couldn’t help listening intently, you were only outside the store door. it was like this everyday, your best friend would show up on your break time and spend all 30 minutes with you. chifuyu didn’t mind as long as you went back to work and didn’t bother the customers, but he found himself tuning in lately, noting the troubled look on your face when you would walk in. 

“I said,” your best friend started, “you look really cute in that apron, you should wear it more often.” 

you scoffed, “you mean, my job uniform?” 

“it doesn’t have to be this apron,” he says, looping one finger underneath the strap, “it could be any. like.. a maid apron or something!” 

you step back, gently pushing away his hand. something in you flipped, you felt it in your stomach, heavy and uncomfortable. you were unsure of him lately, maybe it was the way he was calling you more often, or maybe it was the flirtatious comments. there was, however, one thing in particular that bugged you, and it was the way he’d try to hold your hand as the two of you would walk home together. but still, maybe you were just being paranoid? best friends hold hands all the time… right? 

you open your mouth, struggling to find the words to say, until a familiar head pops out from the store. 

“time’s up,” chifuyu says, shooing away your friend with his hand. “get back to work.” 

you nod, feeling a sense of relief as you give an awkward side hug to your friend and scurry back in without looking back. 

“i’ll pick you up after-” your friend tries to say, but you’re already inside, hands clammy as you take your place behind the counter.

chifuyu follows you in, noting your fiddling hands and your eyes glued to the floor. “you okay?” he asks, grabbing a dustpan and broom. 

you nod at first, before sighing and shaking your head. “can i ask you a question?” you start, before shaking your head once again. “actually, nevermind.” 

chifuyu pauses, before shrugging and giving you an “okay.”

the rest of the day moved by in a breeze, it was a slow tuesday. you spent most of your shift cleaning and taking care of the kittens. you loved your part time job. working at peke j land was the best part of your day, the little kitten licks you’d receive each day was enough to get you by the stuffy customers and otherwise long hours. you were hired as a temp worker to fill in for another employee, baji, who was stuck crunching for his college finals. 

as the sun dwindled down over the horizon, you put your apron back in your locker. before you walked out from the back room, you felt that familiar uncomfortable feeling. your best friend was going to take you home today. you texted him earlier, telling him you’d just catch the bus home since you were staying pretty late. he texted you back but you didn’t wanna see his response, leaving it unopened. hopefully, he wouldn’t show up.  you peered over your shoulder, as your boss typed away on a laptop, probably business emails. 

you wanted to ask him if he’d drive you home today, hoping to avoid your friend. but you stopped yourself, reasoning that you shouldn’t mix personal issues and work. 

“i’m heading out, chifuyu! see you tomorrow.” you said, giving a small wave to his back. 

“oh,” he says, before he swivels in his chair, grabbing his keys. “you want a ride home?” the laptop closes with a click as he gets up. 

“you don’t have to..” you start, thumbing the strap of your back.

chifuyu shrugs, “the guys have been getting on my case for staying late anyway,” he jingles the keys in his hand. “let’s go?” 

“okay,” you say, shyly moving out of the way. 

it’s not terribly awkward to walk out with him, following close behind him. it’s reassuring, until you hear a familiar voice. 

“hey, y/n!” it’s your friend, who seemed to have been waiting for you, getting up from his spot on the sidewalk. his smile falters when he sees the two of you, glancing between you both before extending a hand out which you shy away from.

he’s perplexed to say the least when chifuyu ignores him and says, “my car’s out that way.” pointing down the street. you nod, eyes glued to the floor as you mutter out, “chifuyu’s taking me home, you can go now.” 

your friend steps out, blocking your path. “you’re coming home with me, i take you everyday.” 

you shake your head harder, “no i texted you…”

“and i texted back letting you know i was coming back anyway.” he cuts you off, clear irritation in his voice. you’re shrinking, farther back as he steps forward and chifuyu’s had enough. 

he sighs, “kids like you are so fuckin’ annoying.” 

“excuse me?” your best friend asks, voice incredulous, “what did you just say?” 

“i said,” he reiterates, using his finger to push back on the other man’s chest, “kids like you are fucking annoying.” 

your friend scoffs, before grabbing your arm, “let’s go y/n, we’re leaving.” 

“wait-“ you start, trying to plant your feet so that you won’t get dragged off. but he’s much stronger than you and you stumble forward anyway. 

you feel a hand on your other wrist and turn back to see your boss holding onto you, before he steps in between the two of you. 

“back off man,” your friend warns, clearly ready to do something stupid. 

“y/n, do you wanna go with him?” chifuyu asks, eyes staring straight through you and only you, as if your friend wasn’t even there. 

you look between the two of them before you shake your head. “no, i’d like you to take me home..”  

“then there’s your answer.” chifuyu says, looking back at him. “don’t bother her anymore.” 

perhaps it was ego that fueled your friend to swing his fist, but chifuyu was faster, too many nights spent sparring with kazutora, baji, and more had him well equipped for this. you winced hearing the connection of fist to jaw, the crack of bone, and the thud of a body on the pavement. 

“alright, now we can actually go.” he starts walking off towards the direction of his car, before looking back at you. “you comin’?” 

bewildered, you look at chifuyu, then back at your friend’s unconscious body, then chifuyu once more before asking, “um, we’re just gonna leave him there?” 

chifuyu shrugs, “he’s a big boy, he’ll be fine.”

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Paul's SFW Alphabet

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Doing a double post today since I planned on posting this already lol, welcome to the SFW alphabet series! I'll be doing the SFW (and later NSFW) alphabet with all four boys. The SFW Alphabet can be found here. Hope you enjoy!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Paul is the most affectionate Beatle and doesn’t mind showing so. He’s always quick to steal a kiss or a hug, no matter who’s around.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

I imagine you either met Paul at school or through a mutual friend (another Beatle, perhaps?). You both confide secrets in each other and take the other’s secrets to the grave (figuratively speaking).

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Paul is a cuddle bug through and through. He likes to have you on top of him so he can run his hand down your back while you listen to his heartbeat (yes, I’m talking about this again, sue me).

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Paul loves the idea of settling down. He’d suggest splitting cooking and cleaning duties for both of your sakes, but also because he likes cooking.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If he had to, he would let them down slowly. He also seems the type (to me anyway) to give a parting gift.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Paul also loves the idea of marriage. Of course, he doesn’t want to get married straight away, he’d rather spend time to get to know you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

This man is one of the most gentle souls you’ll ever meet. Unless you’re a spider.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He loves hugs (he has the perfect arms for them too). He hugs you every chance he gets. I imagine his hugs are quite tight, like a bear hug.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Paul is quicker than some to say the word (and you’ll be free), but not super quick, if that makes sense. He doesn’t just go throwing the word around.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He can be jealous at times, but only occasionally. If you have guy friends, he’s totally cool with it, but if you spend more time with them than him, that’s where the problem arises.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Paul is the Kiss King (which is totally not a thing I made up on the spot). He’ll kiss you absolutely anywhere but loves to kiss your hands or stomach (like when your shirt rides up when you stretch). As for places he likes to be kissed, the answer is everywhere, but really his cheeks, neck, and the spot just above his heart.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Paul is wonderful with children, and he adores them. He’d want children with you someday, whenever you’re ready, of course.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

There are two types of mornings with Paul, but since this is the SFW alphabet, I’ll just talk about the one. You’ll wake up next to each other and cuddle with each other while discussing anything and everything, from daily plans to dreams to the future.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Again, two types, only discuss one. Romantic dates are aplenty with this one. Restaurants, museums, concerts. You name it, he’s taken you there on a date. Even dates at home, spent cooking or watching a movie.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Paul would probably wait until you’d known each other a bit before revealing anything too wild, and even then, he’d ease you into it.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Patience of a saint. Need I say more?

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Paul remembers almost everything, right down to your favorite candy.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Probably your first kiss, or when it finally snows in Liverpool and you make a snowman together.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Quite protective. Definitely reminiscent of a moment from a 1960s sitcom where the protagonist keeps a baseball bat under their bed for protection.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Paul puts an unholy amount of effort into everything he does. Everything must be perfect for his love.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

I’ve never really imagined Paul with any bad habits, but I know for a fact he smoked at one point if that counts?

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Paul’s second middle name might as well be “Pretty Boy”. Man can’t go out until his hair is perfect and his lashes are on fleek (do people still say that?)

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Absolutely. After meeting you, Paul can hardly imagine how he lived without you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Sometimes, Paul really prefers to be the little spoon when cuddling.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

As much as he does it himself sometimes, Paul doesn’t like swear words. Do not ask me why.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Sleeps like a damn rock. Despite always falling asleep with you in his arms, he always wakes up in some crazy position that usually involves you getting slapped in the face.