#n e wayz i thought it turned out nice :'))

[spacenintendogs]

screenshot redraw that was supposed to be for the ask blog but i read the ask wrong so 🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️

original screenshot

[rreyie]

[lip bite]

i’m back again with another request shawty,, N E WAYZ,,

headcanons (i’m somewhat addicted to your hcs pls); for Levi, a few members of Levi Squad (by few i mean one, choose any,,,, and i mean ORIGINAL levi squad shdj), Miche [lip bite 2], and Hange , losing the [s/o / crush] due to [tw ig?] ,,,, assassination.

Anyways, i do hope you see this🏏, bye ily .... no homo tho 👩🏼‍⚖️

no. full homo. let’s get married

miche, hange and levi losing their s/o due to assassination

warnings; assassination, guilt

a/n; what’s up bestie 🙄🙄 i love the fact you’re frequently in my inbox so i mean KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK and thank you for liking my work ily.

levi ackerman

he thought you might be safe from this world. the thought that if he protected you well enough, then he could spare you. but that bullet from kenny’s gun said otherwise.

the moment that he heard the sound of the gun being fired, his head spun around to see a hole straight through the side of your skull, the blood dripping down from the wound.

that sadistic smile on kenny’s stupid face as he flew away made him want to fucking kill that man.

so he did. or almost did.

with a burst of air from his odm tanks, he slashed that motherfucker. he didn’t realize it, but he was screaming in agony while he was doing so. this was the first time he expressed so much emotion in years.

it didn’t quite kill kenny, but he got seriously injured. one of his comrades saved him, and levi swore the next time that he saw him, he wouldn’t hesitate to slit his throat.

looking back on the roof you died on, he saw your limp body laying on the red scaffolding, the blood now leaking everywhere. he knew you were a goner the moment that bullet tore through your skull, so he didn’t bother retrieving the body.

in fact, the last thing he wanted to do was look at your face. the look on your face was all too similar to the one on isabels face when he discovered her decapitated head.

so he left you there.

that night, he locked himself in his room and did not come out, despite all the violent knocking hange did on the door.

only a single tear came out of his eye. the rest he boarded up, locked them so they wouldn’t bother him and so he could move forward.

his biggest regret to this day is not taking your body back and burying it. he would have given you a nice burial if he weren’t too caught up in his emotions.

hange zoë

she wasn’t even the one who walked in on your body, it was levi.

you were tortured and killed by the military police, due to obtaining information about what the scouts were up to.

hange was in disbelief. why would they hurt you when you had minimal involvement with it?

they scream-cried for a solid hour before levi encouraged her to get it together so they could continue the investigation. but hange refused. in fact, they quite literally yelled at levi for being so cold hearted.

hange didn’t even want to really look at your body at first. but she eventually did, but only to bury you.

they made sure to give you a proper burial somewhere in a field. she even hand carved a grave for you out of stone and planted flowers.

before you were buried, she held your cold hand and kissed you on the cheek before laying you to rest.

they still visit you frequently at your grave, occasionally dropping off flowers on special occasions or holidays.

miche zacharias

you were assassinated by a rogue, while on an expedition. you were riding your horse next to him, and someone decided they hated you that much that they would put a bullet through your chest.

miche stopped and turned around to see your conscience fading before his eyes. his heart quite literally stopped as you lost control of your horse and you were flung off into the ground. the group kept moving but he halted.

he guided his horse to your position, and dropped down to the ground and clutched your body in his arms. he could smell the blood and something else familiar- death.

in other words, he knew you were long gone. he stayed there until dusk just holding you, and soon took your body back.

he swore to never date anyone again and to wait for you until he arrived in the afterlife. he’s just a devoted person.

he didn’t make a headstone or anything considering he isn’t artistically inclined, but he did plant a few flowers that were your favorites, daffodils. he put one in your hair when you were dating a while back.

he will sometimes visit, and keeps you in his thoughts.

[sckyie]

song: driver’s license by olivia rodrigo

word count: 2.5k

genre + warnings: angst; swearing, fear of driving, reminiscing in old memories

pronouns used: she/her

a/n: this was orignially supposed to just be an imagine inspired by the song, not apart of the song series but it fits too well to not change oikawa’s song. i also wrote this for @kybabi​​ bc i love her :D n e wayz enjoy :) (part 2)

"So here you're going to turn and he'll make you do a parallel park in the street. You remember how to do that right?" Oikawa asked as he guided you to the next turn. As you turn the steering wheel, you spot a crowded curbside.

"No, can you please please park for me? I hate parallel parking," You pleaded.

"Only because you asked so nicely," He teased.

Ever since you told your best friend that you wanted to learn how to drive, Oikawa never let it go whenever you wanted to hang out. Having you drive him around for practice and giving you tips as you went. He's helped you a ton while you drove around, the only issues you had were parallel parking and merging onto the highway.

"Maybe we should try the highway again," Oikawa said after you two switched seats.

"Are you asking for a death wish?" You joked. "I drive too slow and I'm scare to merge into lanes."

"We can practice on smaller freeways if you want," He asks.

"No," You growled.

It was always a terrifying thing to drive on the highway. You always saw those horrid accidents and feared being in one. Oikawa would always put his hand on your thigh as you merged to calm you down. Just having him be there was enough to get you to get onto the highway. All your fears just faded with him beside you.

Just having this intimate driving lesson with him was enough for you. You grew to fall in love in your best friend. A cliché thing, yet you couldn't say anything. Only you and your girl friends knew about your big crush. It was a funny thing, falling for your childhood best friend. Iwaizumi always joked about you doing so but you never admitted to liking Oikawa. What would that do to your friendship?

Today was the day, it was your test day. The scariest thing you anticipated was finally here. The thing you practiced days on end with Oikawa. The thing that could either make or break you. Today, you'd either come out with your license or you'll be walking home.

The nerves crept up your body like spiders leaving a trail of anxiety webs. You bounced you leg as you waited in the lobby looking out for your driving instructor. As your sweaty palms go to check the time, you notice a text message from Oikawa.

butthead: hey! good luck on your test today!

That's what cooled you down. A simple saying of good fortune will help, right? Sure enough, the test was a breeze, minus the parallel parking as it was the one mistake you got. You happily drove home to tell the news to your parents.

"Have you told Tooru yet?" Your mom asked.

"I'll wait until my actual driver license to prove to him I got it," You smiled.

"You like him don't you?" Your mom gestured to the joy on your face. "I can tell."

"No," You looked away from your mom as she raised her eyebrow. "Okay, maybe but you can't say anything. I'm going to my room now." She chuckled as you dragged you feet to your room.

Two weeks passes and you finally received your license in the mail. You smiled happily down at your new card as you walked outside the school building. You looked up to search for your best friend. Your eyes scanned the courtyard before landing on Iwaizumi. Assuming Oikawa was nearby, you headed towards him.

"Hey Iwa, where's Oiks?" You asked. Iwaizumi raised up his hand and pointed across to the gate. You looked over to find Oikawa talking to Kasumi, a classmate of yours.

"He's asking her to go on a date with him again," Iwaizumi says.

Again? He's done it before?

"Are they dating?" You ask.

"Not yet, Oikawa wants to ask her to be his girlfriend on the date," Iwa explains. "What's that?" He points to your hands as you fiddled with the corner of your driver's license.

"Oh," You said solemnly. "I got my license."

You waved goodbye to your childhood friend before going into he parking lot. Without thinking, you started the car and just began to drive. Out of the school and onto who knows where. Your mind grew blank as you drove.

How could he not mention Kasumi to you? He used to tell you everything but lately he'd been so distant. Maybe that's why he hasn't texted you all week, you thought. Who could blame him for liking Kasumi? She's so pretty and not to mention how smart she is. She's the class representative and she's one of the nicest girls around.

You fell for the one man you shouldn't have. It was too late to even confess how you felt. He was already falling for another while you were left behind. You felt a sharp pain in your chest as you drove by familiar buildings.

The laundromat where you and Oikawa would go to help with the laundry. You both would end up messing around and your parents would have to kick you two out. You and Oikawa would go across the street to the convenience store to buy steamed buns.

He doesn't like you.

The library where you would wait for Oikawa to finish practice so you two could study together. He'd bring you a bottle of tea and some sort of snack to keep you from burning out. Those study dates where you'd stay until the library was closed.

Give up, stop thinking of him.

The ramen restaurant where Oikawa would take you if he won a game. It was a great celebration and you two had made so many memories there. You two had gone there so often, he convinced the owner that you were his girlfriend.

Let him go.

All the feelings you had for him began to ache in your heart as you reminisced in the memories. You gripped tighter on the wheel as you saw an highway exit. "Fuck," You whispered as you merged into the fast lane. Suddenly all those fears you had of driving, just disappeared. You felt this peace as your eyes locked on the long highway. It was like, nothing hurt anymore. Your tensed shoulders relaxed, yet you felt tears roll down your cheeks. You took deep breaths as you drove attempting to stop your tears.

Soon enough, driving on the highway had shifted from a phobia to an escape. Everyday after school, rather than meeting up with Oikawa and Iwaizumi before practice, you'd drive on the highway and on backroads. It was the only thing that kept you sane when you see Kasumi with Oikawa together.

You became accustomed to the fast pace of the highways. Occasionally you'd speed if you felt some type of pain grow in your chest. You'd blast music to drown out any thoughts or feelings you had. You knew Oikawa could never be yours, so why bother crying over him, right? The thought of being around him began to make you uncomfortable. If you kept your distance, you wouldn't get hurt. You wouldn't be considered a distraction.

butthead: hey?

you: what's up?

butthead: it's been a while since i've seen you :( i miss my best friend

you: are you sure you mean to text me or iwa?

butthead: you, y/n i miss hanging with you

butthead: you didn't come to the restaurant after our game

you: i was busy, sorry

butthead: :(

you: i gotta go, ill talk to you later

Oikawa sighed at his phone and looked across the table to Iwaizumi. "Have you talked to Y/n lately?" He asked.

"Yeah, she borrowed gas money from me," Iwa says before slurping his noodles.

"Gas money? She got her license?" Oikawa tilts his head. "How long has it been?"

"A month? You got caught up with Kasumi," Iwaizumi says.

"Hmph," Oikawa huffed as he sipped his drink. He'd been spending so much time with Kasumi that he forgot about you. Or was it, you started to forget about him? He glances at the window behind Iwa and noticed a familiar car parking.

You parked your car across the street of the restaurant next to a convenience store. You quickly got out and went into the store looking for something to drink. As you began to scan the fridge, you heard the door open. "Y/n?" You turned to find Oikawa.

"What are you doing here?" You turned back to grab a soda.

"Iwa came to eat with me since you didn't make it," Oikawa says. "He's still there, did you want to join us?"

"No thanks, I'm kinda busy at the moment," You say dully. Oikawa goes to speak but you had already walked to go pay for your drink. "Later Oikawa."

"Oikawa?" He watched as you left the store and into your car. He follows suit and watched you speed off. Oikawa quickly makes his way back to the restaurant and seats himself disgruntled. "Y/n called me Oikawa..."

"That's your name isn't it?" Iwaizumi raised his eyebrow.

"She always calls me Oiks or Ru, never Oikawa," He says. "Did I do something wrong?"

Iwaizumi shrugged even though he knew the answer well enough. After Oikawa had asked Kasumi to be his girlfriend, your demeanor had changed. Iwa was the first to notice too. Typically, after school you'd see the duo before practice started, yet since you learnt Oikawa had eyes for another, you stopped.

One day, Iwaizumi decided to follow after you when school was over. He trailed behind as you walked to your car door. You pulled open the door handle only for Iwa to shut the door immediately after. You turned to find Iwaizumi with scrunched eyebrows. "What's wrong with you?" He asked. "Why haven't you came by before practice?"

"No reason, I'm just busy," You lied.

"Liar, what's wrong?" He asks yet you remained silent. "I won't tell Shittykawa just tell me why you're being so distant...and also why your eyes are always puffy."

You paused before answering, "I'm just...upset with Oikawa...and Kasumi.."

"Do you..?" Iwaizumi implied. You nod and looked at the ground. "What have you been doing since you found out about them?"

"Driving," You sighed. "Just driving...It's keep me off my mind all week. I bear the fact that he looks so happy with her and not...me. God I'm so stupid."

"Don't say that-" Iwa started but you immediately lashed out.

"It's true! I was too late to confess! And I fell for the one boy I can't have!" You felt tears well up in your eyes. "I can't even drive by certain places without getting upset. I take backroads and I avoid them completely. I hate driving by his house but it's the only way to my own. He just treats me like another fucking fan girl! I'm just so stupid for falling for my best friend." Since that day, Iwaizumi kept to his promise. Not word about your feelings were said to Oikawa.

butthead: hey are you busy right now ?

you: no, what's up?

butthead: can you help me with something?

you: depends

butthead: meet me at the library so i can tell you more :)

You locked you phone and tossed it into your passenger's seat. You looked up to see the light change to green, allowing you to speed into the highway. Your hands rested at the bottom of the wheel as you drove. The slow, lo-fi music surrounded your car as you drove which let you get out of your trapped mind.

It was a crazy thought to think that you and Oikawa were so excited to drive together. Yet now all you want to do is drive alone. You turned up the volume of your music as you merged into your neighborhood. You leaned further back into your seat as you were driving around the suburbs. You glance at the white cars lining one street leading to the library. You scoffed at the sight as a repressed memory resurfaced.

"Why do you like white cars so much?" You chuckled.

"Because they look clean and nice? Sorry I don't like your basic silver car," Oikawa raised his hand to block your face.

"I'm basic? Says the one who wants an automatic," You pretend to throw up to mock him.

"For someone who can't drive yet, you talk big," Oikawa pats your head only to be smacked a few seconds late. Oikawa drapes his arm over you as you walked down the street to the library The entire walk was filled with mocking and talking about the future. "Let me teach you how to drive, that way we could go out together more."

You finally arrived at the library, spotting Oikawa before parking the car. He watches as you easily parallel park and is stunned by how casual you are as you drove. You set out and approach him. Oikawa holds out a snack to you but you politely refuse.

"Let's go inside?" He asks. You shrugged and followed him in. Rather than sitting beside him like usual, you sat across from him. You still had those feelings for him but you couldn't stand sitting next to him. Your heart was pounding out of your chest as you anticipated his next words. "I was wondering if you could help me with Kasumi?"

Ouch.

"With what?" You ask.

"I want to give her a gift, right?" He starts. "A gift that goes along with me telling her I love her."

He loves her?

Your heart aches but you decide to move past that. "Isn't it a bit early to say I love you?"

"Well, we were long time friends before we started dating and I feel like it's the right time to, y'know?" Oikawa leans forward on the table. "Can you help me find a gift?"

This feels familiar. Helping him find a gift for a girl that isn't you. It seems like anytime he does have a crush he'd come to you for advice. This is the first time that you didn't want to give into his favors.

"No," You sighed.

"No? Wait why not?" He raised his eyebrows at you.

"Because," Say it. "Because I-"

"Because?" Oikawa tilts his head at your response.

"Because I can't keep doing things like this for you," You stood up and began heading for the entrance. Oikawa followed afterwards as he could see the pain in your voice.

"Y/n, talk to me, we haven't talked in forever. Tell me what's wrong," He says as you exit the library. You ignore his voice and reached for your car door. He grabs your arm but you shove him off.

"Would you just- leave me alone?" You snapped. "I don't want to help you, okay?"

"What did I do?" Oikawa was beyond confused at your response.

"I- You- Ugh! Just go away, I don't want to see you!" Your voice cracked as the suppressed feelings began to rise again.

"Why not!" Oikawa grabbed your arm again, this time you weren't able to break free.

"Because I fucking loved you idiot!" You yelled. Hot tears streamed down your cheeks as you stopped struggling in his hold. Oikawa paused and stared at you in wonder.

"You...loved me?" He asked.

"I still fucking love you! God, I hate you- I just- Let go!" You pulled off him. "I'm leaving. If you try to stop me, I'm never speaking to you again." You wiped your tears as you entered your car. Driving off into the neighborhood, crying at the red lights knowing you could've ruined your whole friendship.

Oikawa watched as you sped off. Those words lingered in his ear as he stared down at his hand where you let go. His mind was lost in thought, how could his best friend love him? Was he that blind that he couldn't see your admiration? "She...loves me?" He thought.

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[mersuperwholocked-lowlife]

Only Temporary

Word Count: 3,289

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader, OC Characters

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Platonic!Reader; Sam Winchester x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: angst, some fluff at the beginning, death; TW: slight panic attack

A/N: okay writing with writer’s block and just writing in general is giving me way more anxiety than before cuz I already know it’s not good but I haven’t posted any content in so long and i feel really really bad, and i know its really long but I just could NOT tie it up n e wayz here it is sorry don’t h8 me plz

Masterlist

You pressed your hand against your stomach, over your bleeding wound as you bit your lip, holding in your cries. You whimpered softly, hearing footsteps, hearing footsteps as clutched your gun tightly, pushing yourself up.

You only counted one vampire, a maximum of two. You never expected a full nest, which surprised you when you first made your plan.

You bent over, holding yourself up as you cocked your gun, shooting at the man who walked in front of you.

“What the hell?!” you heard him yell, watching the bullet go just past his head, hitting the wall behind him.

Damn it

You could see everything getting distorted as the two men ran into the room, both pointing their guns at you.

“Drop your guns,” you pointed your gun at one of them.

“Dean, she’s bleeding,” Sam whispered.

“I said drop them!” you raised your voice, pushing yourself up as your bloodied hand gripped your gun.

“Look, we’re here to help, okay?” Sam started, putting his hands up as he put the gun down next to him, motioning to Dean.

Dean looked at you, then at Sam before nodding, putting his gun down.

You could hear your ears ringing as you scrunched your eyes, falling against the wall next to you.

“You’re gonna bleed out,” Dean said.

“Let us get you help,” Sam gave you a worried expression, as he took a step forward.

“How do I know I can trust you?” you clenched your jaw.

“Either you trust us or you die,” Dean replied.

You could see your vision blurring as your gun slipped through your fingers. 

Sam immediately ran to you, before you collapsed.

“You’re bleeding a lot,” Sam pointed out.

“No shit, Sherlock. You’re not that bright, are you…” your voice faded as you closed your eyes, your body going limp. 

---

You gasped loudly, jumping up in your bed, startled as you looked around the room. You scrunched your eyes, trying to remember what happened, and where you were.

You found yourself laying on a bed, in a dark, empty room. You stood up, wincing softly, looking down at your stomach, which was covered in bandages.

You grabbed your knife out of your pocket, slowly walking out of the room.

“Who are you guys?” they both looked up, tending slightly as Sam stood up.

“We’re hunters. I’m Sam, and this is my brother, Dean,” he explained.

“Where are we?” you asked.

“A bunker. We live here,” Dean said.

You put your knife back into your pocket, taking a few steps forward.

“Thanks for helping me,” you said.

“(Y/N),” you shook Sam’s hand as you gave him a quick smile.

“Nice to meet you. So, what were you hunting, exactly,” Sam motioned for you to sit in a chair next to him as you nodded.

“Vampires. I thought there were only two, maybe three, but there was a whole nest. And if memory serves, there should only be four left,” you explained.

“Wait, what? That means… how did you go against all of them?” Dean frowned as he turned to you.

“Uhm, I cut their heads off? Look, I gotta get going,” you started.

“Do you need help?” Sam asked.

“Nope,” your voice drifted off as you got a phone call, your face dropping.

“One minute,” you got up from your seat, walking away as you answered it.

“Don’t even think about it,” Sam immediately whisper-yelled, turning to Dean.

“What?!” he whispered back.

“Don't even think about eavesdropping,” Sam said.

“I wasn't going to,” he rolled his eyes.

---

“What the hell? What’s the one rule I have? Don’t call me,” you raised your voice slightly.

“I’m sorry, you haven't called for two days and I was getting worried,” your brother's voice wavered as he spoke.

“I’m sorry, kid, something happened. I’ll see you in a few hours,” you said, crossing your arms.

“Okay, I’ll see you later,” he replied as you hung up the phone. 

You ran your fingers through your hair, sighing as you shook your head. Your parents died when you were only 15, leading you into a life with hunting, and taking care of your younger brother, who was only five at the time.

You tried your hardest to keep him safe, meaning keeping him far away at any hotel room you could find. His current home was a hotel in Kansas, seeing that wasn't too far from where you were currently. You felt slight guilt, leaving a 13-year-old on his own, but you made sure to check with him whenever you could.

“Is everything okay?” Dean asked, walking up to you.

“Yeah. Uhm, thanks for all of this, but I have to get going now,” you gave Dean a small smile, about to walk away before he called for you once again.

“Wait, so are you just gonna go after them alone?” Dean asked.

You raised an eyebrow, before nodding.

“Yeah, that’s the plan,” you replied sarcastically.

“Well, if you need backup,” he started.

“I don’t typically work with other hunters,” you interrupted him.

“Neither do we. If you need any help or anything, here are our numbers,” he handed you a sheet of paper before you hesitantly took it.

“Thanks, it was nice to meet you,” you waved to the two of them before leaving.

---

“Jackson? I’m home!” you called out, walking into the hotel room.

Before you had the chance to flip the lights on, he ran to you, wrapping his arms around you tightly as he buried his neck in your arm.

“Hey, I missed you too,” you smiled softly, ruffling his hair.

“Look, I’m almost your height,” he looked up at you.

“In your dreams, kid. Come on, how was this week of school?” you asked, walking with him as the two of you sat down on the small table in the room.

“Same as usual. I hate being the new kid all the time, got bullied a little. Oh, and I made a friend,” he exclaimed.

“A friend? Interesting. By the way, if someone messes with you, just flash them your knife,” you kicked your feet up on the table as you laid back into the chair.

“Uh, no. I’m too scared to do that. That’s how I got my friend, by the way. They picked up my knife after it fell out of my pocket. They were surprisingly chill with it,” he replied.

“Huh,” you shrugged.

“Also, (Y/N), I finished all my homework, so can we watch a movie or something?” he asked.

You looked at the time before sighing, it was only 8. Fine, but, we’re not watching The Untouchables again, okay?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Fine, can we watch Tombstone?” he asked.

“How did you watch that?! It’s rated R!” you scolded.

“It was playing one night,” he shrugged.

You playfully wrapped your arm around his neck, dragging him to the bed as you ran your fingers through his hair, playing with it.

Your brother struggled with anxiety, and you tried to do whatever you could to help him or keep him safe. He felt most at peace when you would play with his hair while he laid his head in your lap.

“I missed you a lot,” his voice was barely above a whisper.

“Yeah, I missed you too, kid,” you sighed.

“I wish things were different,” he looked up at you.

“They will be. This is only-” you started.

“Only temporary, yeah, I know,” Jackson finished your sentence.

You kissed his forehead softly. 

“Come on, smart ass, let’s watch.”

---

“Okay, I’ll try to call you when I can. Remember, don’t be dumb. Bye,” you hung up the call from your brother, putting your phone in your bag.

It had been a week since your encounter with the Winchesters, and just like you’d expect, there was another murder, a woman found with her throat ripped out. It was still in Kansas, 3 hours from your hotel room. 

“Hey, I’m Agent-” you began.

“Agent Willis, I’m aware, your partners are waiting for you inside,” you frowned, tensing up as you rested your hand on your gun, staying alert as the officer led you in, only to see Sam and Dean in front of you.

You let go of your gun, tensing up as you clenched your jaw.

“Agents, I wasn’t expecting to see you two here,” you controlled your glare at them, not wanting to make a scene.

“Yeah, well, the director sent us to meet you here,”  Dean quickly lied.

He stood next to you, whispering.

“Don’t cause a scene,” he said,

“I told you I didn’t need any help,” you smiled, whispering to him from the corner of your mouth.

“Well, I’ll leave you three alone,” the officer walked away from the body, as you turned to Sam and Dean.

“Hijacking my hunt? Seriously?” you glared,

“What? Dean told me you called and asked for help,” Sam frowned, as the two of you turned to Dean.

“I didn’t feel good about you doing this alone,” Dean said.

“I’ve been hunting alone for as long as I can remember, I am fine,” you snapped.

“I’m sorry about Dean’s action. Maybe we’ll just leave,” Sam said.

“Well, now it’s too late. If you two leave now, it’ll look suspicious to the entire department. As much as I hate you, you have to stay and help me,” you rolled your eyes.

Sam’s face dropped slightly, feeling guilty, while Dean tried to hide his joy.

After being almost left for dead by hunters one too many times, you decided you would rather stay on your own. It was also better and safer for Jackson. The fewer people that knew him or knew about him, the less danger he was in. 

“You with us?” Dean snapped his fingers in your face as you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t do that ever again,” you glared at Dean.

This was going to be fun

---

“That’s what I call a successful hunt. You’re a great shot, kid,” Dean wrapped his arm around your shoulder, the three of you entering a diner.

You smiled softly, slightly annoyed but dealing with it. The Winchesters were unlike any hunters you'd ever met, they were empathetic, they weren't just machines. They began to grow on you. 

You sat down in the booth in front of Sam and Dean, while Dean quickly grabbed the menu.

“How long have you been hunting anyway?” Sam asked.

“Ehhhh, 8 years? Give or take some time,” you shrugged.

“8 years?! I thought you were in your 20’s,” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“My parents died when I was younger. It was a kitsune,” you replied.

“Oh, I’m sorry about that,” Dean’s face dropped slightly.

“Well, I’m fine, I mean it was a long time ago anyway,” you shook your head.

“So you’re just on your own?” Sam asked softly.

“Well, yeah,” you started.

Well, no

“But honestly I prefer being on my own anyway,” you said.

“Well, if you ever need any help or anything at all, don’t be shy to reach out to us.”

Your mind began to race to all the negative outcomes of what could happen if you let people in. You simply nodded your head, keeping your thoughts to yourself. You kept thinking about Jackson, trying to make sure he’d be safe. That was your only priority, to keep him safe.

The three of you went back to eating fries, laughing, and celebrating together before you made your way back to the hotel.

---

Over the course of the next few months, you found yourself getting closer and closer with the Winchesters. You felt slightly bad about lying to them about your brother, but from what you gathered, anyone close to them was in danger, which included yourself. They invited you to live with them multiple times, while you shot them down every single time, thinking about Jackson. 

One day he would have to meet them, and they would have to meet him, but that day wasn't going to come soon. Dean reminded you of Jackson a lot, having many similar traits. 

You walked into the hotel room, noticing all the lights off as you raised an eyebrow, looking at the time. It was midnight. He was probably asleep.

You walked to the bed, noticing it was empty as you tensed up.

“Jackson?” you called, feeling panic growing in your chest.

“Jackson,” you flipped on the lights, running to the bathroom to look for him, only to find it empty.

“Jackson!” you yelled.

You ran outside, getting into your car quickly as you dialed his number one more time. There were only a few places he would go, and you intended on finding him, no matter what.

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It’s been over a day since you got back, still receiving no phone call from him, still unable to find him. You went to his school, asking people around, you went to the library, asking anyone if they’d seen him in the last two days. 

No one had.

You could feel your heart aching, as you closed your eyes, biting your lip as you held in a cry. You sat in your car, rubbing your fingers through your hair, trying to rack up any place he would possibly be.

You jumped slightly, hearing someone knocking at the window before furrowing your eyes, seeing Dean standing at the window.

You got out of the car, wiping your eyes as you looked at him.

“H-Hey, I didn't know you were in town,” you said.

“Yeah, are you working the case here too?” he asked.

“C-Case? What case?” you tensed up.

“The kitsune case? Are you okay? You don’t look too well,” Dean frowned, as he put his hand on your shoulder.

“I need to tell you and Sam something,” your voice wavered as your eyes watered once more, looking up at Dean.

“O-Okay, come with me then.”

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“I’m so, so sorry I didn't tell you guys before. I-I just thought the fewer people who knew about him, the safer he would be, b-but now I-I can’t,” you stopped yourself, letting out a shaky breath as you rested your head in your hands, trying to keep yourself from breaking in front of Sam and Dean.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’ll find him, (Y/N),” Sam held your shaking hand, squeezing it gently.

“He’s all I have left,” your voice was barely above a whisper.

“Well, what can you tell us that can help?” Dean asked, sitting in front of you.

“I don’t know. I looked everywhere he goes, and he wasn’t there… wait, Dean. Y-You said there was a kitsune case in town?” your heart stopped slightly.

“Yeah…”

“What if it’s the same kitsune that killed my parents? I-I was never… I could never track her down. W-What if she’s back for him? What if she kills him?” you began to breathe heavily, your vision blurring as you looked to the floor.

“(Y/N),” Dean started, frowning slightly as he gave you a look.

You could feel your chest tightening as you squeezed Sam’s hand tightly, your body shaking. You let go of Sam’s hand, holding your head in your hands as you clenched your jaw, closing your eyes.

“(Y/N)? What is it? What’s wrong?” Sam looked at you worriedly.

“I-I don’t know…” your voice faded out as you inhaled deeply, finding it hard to do so.

“I think you’re having a panic attack. (Y/N), you need to breathe,” Dean squatted down, looking at you softly.

“I-I’m trying,” you wheezed, feeling your tears streaming down your cheek.

“Sam, go get a blanket and some water. (Y/N), look at me,” Dean put his hand on your shoulder, lifting your head.

“I-I…” your voice broke as you opened your eyes, looking at Dean.

“(Y/N), we are going to find him. He is going to be okay,” he stroked your cheek softly, wiping away your tears as you nodded your head softly.

“Come here,” he wrapped his arms around you tightly, rocking you, calming you down.

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“Where’s (Y/N)?” Dean entered the bunker, looking around.

“In her room. She’s been in there for a week,” Sam sighed, looking up at Dean.

“We need to help her,” Dean sat down in front of Sam, sitting at the table in the war room.

“There’s nothing we can do, Dean. We were too late. We found his body. She just needs some time to process.”

Dean looked at your room, seeing the door closed as he sighed. It was something no one could ever forget. Finally tracking down the kitsune, finding Jackson’s body.

He stood up, walking to your room as he knocked at the door.

“(Y/N)? I’m coming in,” he opened the door, finding you sitting up in your bed, wrapping your arms around your legs as you buried your head in your lap.

“(Y/N),” Dean put his arm around your back, pulling you close to him.

You sighed softly, keeping your tears at bay as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” he asked.

“I just wish I could forget all about it,” you replied, your voice low.

“I know,” he started.

“Can you call Cas?” you asked softly.

“What? Wait, you’re being serious? (Y/N),” Dean warned, giving you a frown.

“I can’t live like this, Dean. I’m trying so hard not to give up,” you whispered.

“Why would you… (Y/N), the only way to deal with this is to deal with it. You can’t just forget about your problems and move on. You need to grieve, you need to process.”

“Not forever, just for now-”

“(Y/N),”

“Dean, please. I need this.”

Dean paused, running his fingers through his hair before exhaling softly.

“Fine, I’ll call him,” 

You let out a breath of relief, thanking Dean as you held onto him.

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You smiled at Sam and Dean, walking down the hallway in the bunker before sitting next to Dean, kicking your feet up.

“(Y/N), my books,” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Then you can move them,” you shrugged innocently.

Sam glared at you, pulling his books away from you before raising an eyebrow to Dean.

Dean only glared back.

“Do grandpa and grandpa need a moment? Seriously, what’s going on? Dean, did you throw away Sam’s smoothie? Sam, did you eat his pie?” you raised an eyebrow, eyeing the two Winchesters.

Sam closed his book, standing up and walking away from the two of you.

You sat up, looking slightly concerned as you looked at Dean.

“I just need to talk to him, give me a minute,” Dean quickly stood up, running towards Sam.

“Hey, what the hell is your problem?” Dean whisper-yelled.

“This is such a dumb idea, Dean. People can’t just forget and move on,” Sam replied.

“It was her choice, and as her friend, we should respect that, okay?” Dean tried to keep his voice down.

“We should've convinced her not to,” Sam shook his head.

“It’s only-” Dean started.

“Only temporary, I know. You keep saying that but it’s been two months, Dean. It's not temporary anymore. Instead of trying to convince her to remember, we just pushed it away. That’s not what we’re supposed to do. We’re supposed to be her friends and we’re supposed to be there for her, not encourage her to push it away,” Sam said, frustrated.

“I know, just give it some more time,” the two of them turned to you, watching you smile softly at yourself, thinking of whatever you thought of.

Dean knew that they had never seen you as happy as you were these past two months. He turned to Sam once more, shaking his head.

“It’s only temporary.”

[gaetoeinhaler]

underrated babes w/ a artist s/o

anime - death note

characters ;

- reiji namikawa

- touta matsuda

- ryuk

warnings ; none!

reader gender - non-binary / gender neutral / second pov / they/them pronouns

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dont be shy, feel free to request!

a/n ; since theres barely anything for my babes ill write for them 💞 sorry that some of them are short :( i added scenarios to them. sorry if some are ooc, this is my first time writing for them 🥺💝

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REIJI NAMIKAWA :

• he rarely has time to see your drawings / you drawing, so when he does, he makes sure to savor each moment.

• adores your drawings. especially when hes needed a break from dealing with a lot of what’s happened at work, whether it be from group discussions or paperwork he does find watching you draw relaxing.

• if he sees that you’re drawing him, he wont show it but his heart just skipped a beat. like, you’re taking your precious time, that’s extremely valuable, to draw him?

• he loves when you sit beside him, cuddling into him as you draw. it leaves him at peace, and theres such a comfortable but loving feeling left in the air

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sitting in his lap as he snuggled into you more, reiji hummed softly as his eyes watched every movement of your hand. whether it was erasing a line that got placed in the wrong area, or shading in a certain part, he watched it all.

hes always found your skill mesmerizing, easy to get addicted to seeing and watching the progress. he places a peck to your neck, allowing himself to relax against your body.

“(y/n),” he yawns softly, watching as your pencil hsd stopped moving. “its getting late,” he murmured out, pressing another kiss to your neck.

with a small giggle, you turned around in your position. cupping his face, you brushed away the few strands of hair that covered his face.

leaning in, you pressed a small kiss to his lips, feeling him lean into your sweet touch. as you both lingered in place, he was the first to pull away. “lets go to sleep, you can draw in the morning.”

reiji offered a gentle smile as you nodded in agreement. he wondered how he found you, and how you came to love him.

TOUTA MATSUDA ;

• mans is over the moon to see you draw and look at your drawings.

• even if it’s something simple, like a quick sketch or something, he still wants to see it.

• dont you d a r e throw your art away. he will scold you, and throw love and affection for your art at you. hes standing there with buckets full of it, and will not hesitate to drown you in them.

• though, he does become shy when you accept his compliments. like, he said that your art piece should be in a museum and you reply with a small “thank you”, and hes just- like- “😳 r-really?”

• n e wayz, he does love your talent and tries to absord as much of your art work into his memories.

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touta was sat near you, watching intently as you drew across the paper. it was a simple blank piece of copy paper that light, hopefully, didn’t notice go missing.

there really wasn’t special to what you were drawing, you had thought to yourself. it was just a small doodle of stuff. so why was your hubby intensely watching as if he looks away he’s going to die?

you perked your heard up, staring at him. he didn’t stop looking at the paper, though.

“matsuda,” you called his name. his eyes met yours as they raised. “why’re you staring so intensely?” you cocksd your head to the side.

he looked back at the paper with a smile. “because, id like to see you draw.” a small blush appeared upon his cheeks. “if you let me,”

you loved this baby. rolling your eyes, you patted the spot next to you, and he stood up. sitting down beside you, you leaned your head against his shoulder. “you can always watch me draw, you know.”

“just, dont stare so intensely at the paper.” you chuckled as his blush darkened. “y-yeah, sure.”

RYUK ;

• lowkey didnt know drawing was a thing. had to explain why you were scribbling things on a blank paper.

• still pretty confused about it, but curious nevertheless and watches you. 

• omg please draw him a apple

• tried to draw once, but he done broke the pencil 🥲 rip pencil

• 👁‍🗨👄👁‍🗨 <- him watching you from a corner or smt

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you gave the shinigami a piece of paper and a pencil. he cocked his head to the side and stared at it. “here,” you let him grab ahold of it. “draw something.”

“what?” he said with a confused tone, but shrugged and set down the paper on a flat surface. he held the pencil in a weird sort of way, but who were you to judge.

he placed the pencil down and tried to draw something. probably an apple. you peered over his shoulder, or well his body due to how tall he is, as you watched.

“this is hard.”

you suppressed your giggle as you continued to watch him. “you’re doing nicely, ryuk.”

[boozenroses]

Haikyuu boys seeing your art 🙊

This is my first time writing hcs or anything so plz be nice 😔

With:Bokuto🦉💞,Terushima🥺,Kuroo😼💞

𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐘𝐮𝐮𝐣𝐢 🙈

Soo he was at your house and he asked you to draw him because uh- you didn't really know what to draw so he was like. "Draw me like one of your French girls ;)" and you were there like "Bet 😼" MANS WAS EVEN POSINGGGG

UGH. N e wayz, we know Terushima would do some extra shit like that. He's seen your art before and he really likes it. He doesn't know about your other drawings of him tho 😏 hehe~

SO to surprise him, you draw him in a bunny costume and made a few other doodles of him on the side. "Make sure you get my good side, hon." You rolled your eyes at him. After like 10 minutes he was complaining. "I can't pose like this any longerrrr."

"Then stop posing, idiot." You'd respond. After a few more touch ups, you were done :D

Mans was like 'finally' 😩

You showed him your drawing tablet and he was actually really amazed, but a bit flustered because uhh you drew him in a bunny costume lmaooo

"Wooowww- I look hot. As always 😎" You chuckled and playfully punched his arm. "Pff, shut up."

𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 𝐓𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐡𝐨𝐞 🤜🐔💨

Soo this one was more of an accident. You were making your daily Kuroo doodles while you two were studying. You yawned. "Ughh- I hate reading these stupid text bookssssd ahhhsjdjej." You'd complain. He softly chuckled and looked over at you, he noticed you had your book slightly turned away from him.

Soo now you done FUCKED UPPP...now this nosy ass mf is curious. LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID NOW...mans was making a whole ass plan. He was gonna wait for you to walk away so he can see what you were doing in your notebook. Mans was waiting foreva 💀

You finally got up because you had to go pee."Well time to drain myself 😩" He let out a dramatic sigh. "There are many different ways to say that-" You rolled your eyes and left the library table y'all were working at.

Once he saw you enter the bathroom, he grabbed your notebook as fast as he could. MANS WAS SURPRISED. he never knew you could draw, he lowkey thought your doodles were satisfying to look at. A small blush creeps up his face because you drew him in a maid outfit with cat ears on.

When you were done, you saw him holding your sketch book...So now you're freaking out and panicking because he saw your drawings of him. You slowly walked over to the table you two were working at, because you can't stay near the bathroom forever. "Care to explain?"

"Well- uh...I-...I was just making some doodles" you stuttered because you were super nervyy. You just sat back down, avoiding all eye contact. He chuckled because he found it cute whenever you got nervous. He placed the sketch book in front of you. "I like them...mind if I keep one?" He asked, with a smug look on his face..

"Uhm...sure." You flipped to a page with a different drawing of him, you ripped it out and gave it to him. "Soo- do you always draw me?" He asked you, with the smug expression that never left his face. "Of course not-" you answered, grabbing a chemistry text book.

Soo-...now you learned never to leave your sketch book near that mf, mans NEVER LET IT GOOO. He's always teasing you about it now...good luck with that. 😩🤚

𝐁𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 (𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐢) 🦉💞

Soo you just drew Bokuto because you wanted to. You kept looking over at his face to make sure everything was right. You guys were currently at his house, watching mf toy story...you know Bokuto would be binging on mf Disney films,,don't lie..you know it.

He was another one who didn't know that you could draw. Like you had a whole book dedicated to drawings you made of him, and he's never seen it...probably because you didn't want him to think you were some kind of creep.

But this drawing...you wanted to show it to him because, bitch YOU WERE WORKING R E A L H A R D on that...so he should be able to SEEE THE PERFECTION. Soo n e wayz, enough of me yelling at you 🥰

You were drawing two pics of him actually, one in a cute owl costume and one of him as a cute maid...you kept that one for yourself tho...shh. but once you were done, you took one good look at it. You were actually really proud of it, you thought it was the cutest thing and plus it looked like him soo.

You walked over to him, blushing a bit because you were nervyyy- this was the first time he's ever seen your art. You stood in front of him and held up the paper, blushing real hard now. He looked at the drawing with a really

surprised face. "Woaaah! That looks really good. I really like it!" You looked at him and let out a sigh of relief, happy that he likes it. "Can I keep it please? I wanna hang it up on the fridge 🥰"

"I uhm- s-sure!" You gave him the paper and he got up, walked over to the refrigerator and grabbed a magnet, placing it on top of the picture. He looked over at you with a thumbs up and a wide smile. You literally felt your heart SQUEEZE RAAHSHEWJJ HE'S TOO CUTEEEE

[charspnp]

blue & grey

「 todoroki shouto x reader」

warnings: none

masterlist

soulmates have been around for as long as the world can remember. it started out as an folktale, a myth, but soon, myth became legend as people found matching tattoos on their bodies, or words, or even rings on their fingers that come out of nowhere.

though, one of the rarest soulmate "marks" was being blind to the color of the soulmate's eyes. and that just so happened to be your soulmate mark.

blue.

all your life you couldn't see blue. it's always just black where the beautiful pigment was supposed to be. many people's favorite color is blue, and you didn't get it. what's so special about it? blue is always described to be as the most wanted eye color, but to you, people's iris's were simply black. bland.

you hated not being able to see blue, as so many people pitied you for not seeing such an amazing color. you always hated how people pitied you. if you ever found your soulmate, you would get to enjoy such color through their eyes, so why did it matter so much? you already knew your soulmate had blue eyes - to which so many people wished they had and worshiped.

you sighed through your nose as you looked at your moving feet. your hands were shoves into your pockets as you thought about your soulmate once again. day in and day out, all you could think about was them and if you'll ever meet them. who are they? what do they look like? are they nice? mean? tall? short?

you shook your head and looked back up at where you were walking. to your left was the road, adorned by cars zooming by and people on their bikes. on the sidewalk across from you, there were couples showing off their matching tattoos or their rings on their fingers. along with the couples, their were teenagers, kids, adults, walking alone. whether or not they met your soulmate was unbeknownst to you.

then your eyes floated up to the sky - a deep black. people wondered how you saw the sky, and you always had to explain how it's just as any other blue: boring black.

is it scary?

not at all.

how do you know when it's night?

i can still see the sun and moon idiot.

since the sky is black, is the world dark to you?

no. only the color is affected, not the brightness.

still, people always had the same face when they realized you couldn't see the blue sky or the blue ocean. it was amusing at first, but it got old and annoying very quickly.

suddenly, you heard a fast pitter patter behind you, paired with panting. you looked behind you and saw your friend, mina, running towards you with her arms outstretched.

"y/n!!!" she yelled as she jumped on you, wrapping her arms and legs around your body.

you caught her (thank you, training) and laughed with her. glancing over her shoulder, you saw your other best friend, kirishima, following behind her, a sharp-toothed smile spread across his face as well. he chuckled at his friend as she detached herself from you.

"hey, mina. hey, eiji," you smiled.

"y/n! y/n! look!!" mina excitedly shoved a small, round object in your face.

you backed up a little as kiri gave you a side hug.

"a black pin. oh is it blue?" you questioned, taking it out of her hand.

"what?" she laughed, "no. it's grey. grey with grey designs. simplistic but i really like it."

"what you do mean? mina, this is just black," you furrowed your eyebrows.

kiri and mina shared a confused look and you tilted your head, also in confusion. mina then looked around. she pointed at a car.

"what color is that car?"

"black...?" you answered as if were obvious.

"and that person's shirt?"

"also black."

mina raised her eyebrows and looked at kirishima again.

"y/n, those are grey."

even more confused, you shook your head lightly, "so, what does this mean? i mean, i already know i can't see blue, but grey...? why?"

"y/n," kirishima called, "i think your soulmate has heterochromia."

"heterochromia?" you questioned.

"it's where your eyes are different colors."

"oh..." you looked down.

we're you always not able to see grey? why are you just now learning this? i mean, you're just about to go into high school, for pete's sake.

"hey, that's so cool! i mean, your soulmate has blue and grey eyes! that's so sick!!" mina assured you with a hand on your shoulder.

"yeah. yeah, i guess," you responded, half listening,, "anyway, uh, you guys wanna come over? my mom won't be home for the weekend, so we're all alone."

"we'd love to!!"

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todoroki kept up his poker face as another student walked into class. his first day of high school (in the best hero school in japan, might i add), and, if he's honest, there were a lot of intimidating faces.

he heard talking from the hall and suddenly two more people came through. one has pink hair and skin with yellow-ish horns on her head. the other had h/c hair and a huge smile on their face, their eyes covered from how big they were smiling.

"mina! y/n!" a gravely voice called from in front him. from his seat in the back, he got a good view of everyone in the class at the time.

the two students looked up at the kid who yelled to them. the three of them hugged. todoroki wanted to look away, not pay too much attention, but for some reason he couldn't. he just sat and stared as the three talked. they all eventually dispersed and went to their assigned desks.

one of their seats was right by him. as they passed him, the two made eye contact. he looked up at them as they looked down at him. they gave him a small smile before his vision suddenly turned white.

what the hell is happening?

he blinked and rubbed his eyes quickly, trying to get the sensation to go away as to not look stupid in front of the cute person standing before him. opening his eyes, he squinted slightly at the burn he felt. he looked back up at the student before him and looked into their eyes.

e/c...

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holy shit holy shit holy shit, you thought as you stared into the boy's eyes. they colors you've never seen before, but wow were they beautiful.

you rubbed your eyes once more to make sure what was happening was real.

is this your soulmate?

if so, people are right when they say blue is one of the most beautiful colors.

realizing you both were just staring at each other with wide eyes, you quickly stuck your hand out in a greeting.

"i-i'm y/n."

he took your hand in his, and you felt the warmness of his large hand enveloping your smaller one.

"todoroki."

you let go reluctantly and sat in your seat and faced him.

"so, soulmate, how've you been?"

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requests: open, 6-7-20

wow this sucks LMAO

n e wayz i wrote this a while ago and currently i'm going through a writer's block 😳 so yay