#seriously i completely stumbled over my words and didn't even think to ask to get a photo of her

[the-yearning-astronaut]

I was made entirely tongue tied today at work when a very pretty and spot on Bo-Katan lookalike cosplayer told me I'm pretty.

"You're very pretty. I just thought you should know."

[scekrex]

Consider chasing dick instead of pussy

prompt by @akiriyo

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language & implied sexual intimacy I guess

note: not beta read bc idc

You were completely zoned out, your hand was supporting your head so that it wouldn't slap down on the table.

It was yet another day of Adam complaining - seriously the guy was complaining more about his ex wives than you two were having a normal conversation about anything else. Because no matter what you were talking about, Adam somehow always found a way to talk about Lilith and Eve. And once started, his ranting could go on for hours, there were countless nights without sleep simply because the man wouldn't stop talking about his fucking cheating bitches of ex wives. And with every other sentence he then claimed that ‘he’s totally over it’ and that he doesn't need them anyways.

Fucking bullshit.

“Yo, are you even listening, bitch?” the first man asked all of a sudden, fingers snapping in front of your face to get your attention.

“You should've dated a fucking guy instead of these bitches, y’know. All fucking day you keep complaining about how awful they were, how they cheated on you with Lucifer, how they betrayed you and how you'll never be able to get into a healthy relationship with a woman ever again because of those two cunts. Well then fucking quit chasing after pussy and try dick, you fucking idiot.” In all honesty? You really didn't know where that came from nor were you sure if Adam had been able to understand you because of how fast you were talking but by God it felt good. 

Because for once there was silence. Pure, blissful silence.

“What?” was all that came from your counterpart. His golden eyes were widened, confusion was written all over his face and he seemed truly taken aback. You simply huffed, now that you had started it, you might've might as well finish it.

“Y’know all I hear from you lately is ‘That whore Lilith did this’ and ‘Fuckin cheating cunt Eve did that' fucking quit it already and date guys. If you would've looked at me back in Eden for once, just fucking once, you would've been able to save yourself a lot of trouble. But instead you were chasing bitches that were rather bouncing on fucking Lucifer's dick than yours.”

His expression changed, confusion was replaced with realization and you just thanked God that this man seemed to have enough of his brain left to catch on to what you were saying.

“Fuck, you-” the brunette started. He had sure been expecting something but this? This wasn't something he had been noticing, not until you brought it up that was. “You were visiting Eden because of me?”

“Ding, ding, full points. You want a fucking trophy for being able to follow my words?” you bit back, slightly annoyed by his oblivion. Had Adam really been that blind to not notice the ways you've been staring at him a little longer than friends did? That you were always there for him, no matter how late, no matter what?

Adam's expression soured slightly at your choice of words and he shot a quick “Fuck you” your way. “You could've just fucking said so y’know.” Another huff escaped you as you got up from the chair you were sitting on to be on eye level with him - Adam was still sitting on the chair across the small table. “I could've just said so? Are you kidding? I've been fucking trying to but every time I tried you brought up your ex whores.”

Adam was silent again, he did nothing but to simply look you in the eyes.

That was until he grabbed you by the collar of your robe and pulled you in roughly. You stumbled slightly forwards, your knees hitting against his as your arm shot towards the backrest of the chair Adam was sitting on in order to not collapse on top of him. And then his lips brushed against yours, harshly and firm, far from soft and lovingly. One of his hands wandered to your neck, he made sure you wouldn't pull away too soon. But you weren't thinking about ending the kiss, you had been waiting for thousands of years for this to happen.

Adam parted his legs to pull you in closer, your chest was now flush against his and his hand that had been gripping your collar just moments ago was now on your ass.

And all you were able to think about was that you now had an effective method to shut Adam up properly.

[lvlystars]

it's 3:27 in the morning. i just had a dream and i can't stop thinking about how fwb!frat boy!wonwoo coded it would be.

tw: alcohol, mentions of partying drinking, a little suggestive (nothing seriously filthy hehe), just a man that was an asshole, but he doesn't have a word in this bcus fuck him

fwb!frat boy!wonwoo who parties like no tomorrow. gets shitfaced every other day and is frowned upon by a LOT of people of all generations. you would ask him why he drinks and parties so much, and his simple answer to that is just: because it's fun 🤷‍♀️

you would tag along too. you would have fun, party all night with wonwoo, and maybe get a little intimate with him — not even maybe, you WILL somehow get intimate with him, and it's not even just sex. sometimes you guys get back to your apartment, your hushed giggles resonating in the halls as you stumble over to your home, and the minute you manage to open the door, the man is immediately pulling you to your room. he's all over you, peppering little kisses along your neck to get maybe a little giggle out of you, and flops you both onto your bed and cuddles you until the morning.

but just because he always wants to party doesn't mean he urges you to come all the time.

you were just back from a date. your feelings for wonwoo were growing at this point, but you didn't want to act out on them without seeing if he reciprocated, and you were tired of waiting for the signs at this point. so you took it upon yourself to find a date on tinder and see how it went.

to put it short, it went horribly (you've never met such a narcissistic man that checked off every single red-flag trait in the book).

you were so butt hurt by how the date went, you felt pathetic. dating someone was not the big problem here, but you just felt so bad in the moment, it felt like you were never going to find love.

you were so busy wallowing in your sadness that you forgot about how wonwoo had the keys to your home, and how he always picks you up before going out to another party he somehow knows about. but the minute he opens the door and sees your state, the smile on his face drops, and the party is completely erased from his mind as he leans against the wall, looking at you with the softest, concerned look.

one look at him has you immediately rambling about everything that happened, your voice growing thick with sadness as you held back sobs, and this man drops anything and everything to stay with you that entire night, making phone calls about how he can't make it that night.

fwb!frat boy!wonwoo who, despite his reputation of partying like no tomorrow, will drop everything to stay with you for the night if you're not able to make it. he would make you all the drinks you needed, and would order all the comfort food you wanted to help you feel better. acts of service is his form of love, so best believe everything will be done for you as you spend the rest of your night with him.

uhhhh my creation juice kinda ran out here. I'M SORRY.

wc: 504

tags 🏷️ —

@arafilez @etherealyoungk @haowrld @hannieheartuu @kyeomyun @seuonji @shuahaes @saiiidahyunee @welcometomyoasis @wqnwoos @wheeboo @yoonzinuhh @shieunviya @shaminari

[siriusleee]

midnight | part 2

Simon Riley x Reader Summary: As you ride, Simon occasionally leans back against you, his body warm and solid. You can feel the muscles in his back and the way he moves the bike beneath you. It's exhilarating and terrifying all at once, but you trust him completely not to turn you into hamburger meat on the side of the road. When he turns, he reaches around to grip your thigh, pulling you against him as he maneuvers the bike between cars stopped at red lights.

part one | part two | part three

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The buzz of the alcohol is burning through you. You'd barely made it back from your trip home (although could you really call a two week stay on your sister's couch a trip home?) before Gaz had convinced you to come out with him and Soap. 

You'd had no intentions of drinking, not until Soap had pressed a Dark and Stormy into one hand a shot of whiskey in the other. 

"Drink up!" Soap had shouted at you over the music and you'd obliged. It wasn't like it was your paycheck getting wasted on cheap liquor. 

You wobble slightly as you drop down at a table beside Soap, spilling drops of your drink onto your hand. 

"What are we here for anyway?" You ask, licking the drops of liquor off of your hand. Soap groans, leaning back in his chair. 

"We're shippin' out tomorrow evenin' - me an' Ghost."

He says it so nonchalantly as he reaches around to grab another beer off of a Dollar Girl's tray. 

"Speaking of: where is Ghost?" You try to keep the question light, conversational, but the liquor causes you to stumble over the words. Soap grins at you, his bottle pressed against his lips. 

"Why are you askin'?" His accent grows thicker, slurred. A redness creeps up at the hem of his collar. 

"No reason."

"Liar."

You drain the last of your drink, avoiding his gaze as he laughs at you. 

"Did he finally do it? Fuck you and run?"

The question causes you to choke on your drink, rum spilling out onto your shirt. Cursing at Soap, you wipe at your face with your sleeve, drunk enough not to care about the stains. 

"Why would you ask that you fucking perv?"

"I just figured it finally happened. I know he hides out there with you all the time when you're working. And you should hear him on missions," he forms his face in mock seriousness and when he speaks, he butchers Ghost's Manchester accent, "'You think she's alright? I wonder if she needs anything. I wonder what my dick would feel like-'"

You throw your napkin at Soap, cutting him off as he laughs at the blush spreading across your face. 

"Shut the fuck up, Soap. You're a fucking creep. And I need another drink."

You leave him laughing at the table as you attempt to storm off, tripping over your feet. You're leaning across the bar, pointing at the rum you want when a warm body presses up against yours. 

You don't need to turn to know it's Simon. His smell -  cigarette smoke and bourbon, and something faintly vanilla - envelops you. Your hand shakes as you take your drink from the bartender. You don't turn towards him at first, instead opting to drain your glass before you do. 

Seeing him in civilian clothes is always a shock. It's almost intimate, to see him without black grease paint around his eyes, in a regular black mask and not his skull baklava. 

"Price sent me to make sure you three didn't get into any trouble."

He doesn't speak over the music, but his voice reverberates through you. The urge to reach out and grab his belt buckle, to pull him closer fills you. You have to swallow it down, shifting on your feet to distract yourself. 

"I think we're doing alright."

You're so drunk you can't help the smile that breaks over your face. 

"Besides -" you continue before he can even speak, "I haven't found anyone to go home with yet."

You're not sure if it's the liquor causing the boldness or something else, something stronger. You try to push around Simon, back towards the table with Soap or maybe to the pool table where you know Gaz is hustling some poor barfly for their week's wages, but you're stopped by Simon shifting in front of you to block you.

"How much have you had to drink?"

It's a question, but the way he says it is a command. 

"I'm not sure. Three, four. Not many."

"You're a shit liar."

Your grin grows as you lift your hands up, wrists together. 

"You got me, officer. Arrest me for my crimes."

The corner of Simon's eyes don't lift as he stares down at you. You shrug, hands dropping down.

"Alright, I'm drunk. Are you going to take me home?" 

In a non-drunk totally sober situation, you wouldn't have heard the double entendre behind your words, but the rum and whiskey gives a lilt to your speech, a bravado to the way you lean in towards Simon, one hand reaching towards him before stopping halfway between the two of you. 

He doesn't speak to you as he turns, trusting you to follow him through the crowd. Outside it's hot, nearly blistering in the night air. Something about the fresh air causes your vision to swim, instinctively you reach out to grab something to steady yourself. Your hands land on Simon's arm. His hand wraps around your wrist pulling you closer to himself to steady you before dropping your hand like you've shocked him. 

The two of you are silent until Simon stops beside a black motorcycle. 

"No Gho- Simon. If I ride that, I will throw up all over you." You protest as Simon shoves a helmet towards you. You try to shove it back at home, but he holds fast. 

"It's this or walk home. Don't worry, I'll go slow."

A million things run through your mind at his words, the image of you bent over his bike, Simon whispering those same words in your ear as his fingers hook in the waistband of your jeans-

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Simon helps you secure the helmet, and you climb onto the bike after him, hands resting lightly on his waist. Rough, almost thoughtlessly, Simon grabs you and pulls you towards him, your chest pressing against his back. He pushes your hands towards his belt, loops your finger around the black leather. 

Your heart races as the bike roars to life and Simon pulls onto the road. You hold on tight, feeling the vibration of the engine under you. As you ride, Simon occasionally leans back against you, his body warm and solid. You can feel the muscles in his back and the way he moves the bike beneath you. It's exhilarating and terrifying all at once, but you trust him completely not to turn you into hamburger meat on the side of the road. When he turns, he reaches around to grip your thigh, pulling you against him as he maneuvers the bike between cars stopped at red lights. 

You don't realize that he's not taking you directly back to base until he turns onto the highway. You tense as he builds speed on the entrance ramp, your hands wrapped so tightly around his belt that you can feel the circulation being cut off in your fingers. 

You do your best to tuck your head into his shoulder, to not look up as the feeling of speeding past other cars, to not feel the biting wind through your jacket. You don't look again until you feel the bike downshift, the soft descent of an exit ramp. 

It's quiet as he pulls into the base, the night security waving the both of you through when Simon flashes his badge. When he parks, you try to detach your fingers from his belt, but you can't. Not until Simon grabs your hands and helps ease you away. The warmth of his hands leaves you for a moment, until you feel his calloused fingertips at your chin, unhooking the helmet and pulling it off of you. 

A warm mist coats your skin, plasters your hair to the back of your neck almost immediately. The situation feels intimate in ways you can't describe as Simon reaches out to push a strand away from your face. 

You can't help it, the words slip out before you can keep them in. 

"Are you ever going to explain what that was?"

[wannaeatramyeon]

Vin Jin x Reader: Piggyback

"Come get Y/N."

"How about fuck off?"

"You want Y/N stumbling around at night on their own?"

Can a man not get a moment of peace? You and Mary wanted a night in. Go away Vin, you're not invited Vin, we're going to drink and gossip about you Vin.

Like he wanted to join anyway, he's a highly sought after bachelor! ...So what if he just sat around on his own for hours? No-one needs to know.

And now Mary calls asking for his help. Typical. Bitches just can't get enough.

.

.

Vin feels like a fool making his way to you.

Stupid fucking Mary.

Although it is his own fault he got caught out the other week, as much as it pains him to admit it. She took one look at some lyrics he had written down, laughed, then point blank asked if it was about you.

Of course Vin said no.

...She saw through his bullshit anyway.

But it is Mary. She's ride or die. He trusts her with his life, and she promised never to say a word. And it's true, she hasn't said anything. Even tonight doesn't concern him.

Still, she dangles you like a carrot over his head. Like the fool that he is, it works every single damn time.

Ugh. Thinking about it pisses Vin off, "That fat bi-"

"What was that?!"

Oops, almost got caught out there.

He finds himself at her home much quicker than expected, and is greeted by the sight of you both swaying in the doorway. Mary, eyes unfocused, still manages to glare daggers.

"Whatever. Y/N, let's go." Vin, hands in pockets, jerks his head at you to signal 'Lets get out of here as soon as possible, before Mary beats my ass.'

"Vin!" Your hazy brain finally kicks in as you notice him. You lunge forward for a hug and end up missing completely.

.

.

How the hell has Vin managed to get into this situation?

He didn't trust you on your feet after your frankly hilarious fall. (Though he does mentally file it away to rip into you at the next possible opportunity.)

But now you are seriously cramping his style; piggybacked and half-asleep, lips dangerously close to his neck.

This whole thing is driving him crazy. Your proximity makes it hard to breathe. Shit. How do you breathe normally anyway?

In the darkness, Vin still adjusts his sunglasses, trying to hide his blush.

Even in your tipsy state, you make the most of this.

There's just something so pleasant about being cradled in Vin's secure grip, pressed against his back.

And with your nose almost touching the sensitive skin just below his ear, his fading cologne and scent of pure Vin is absolutely intoxicating.

You give in and press your nose to him, "God, you smell so good."

Fuck fuck fuck. Vin represses a shiver and nearly stumbles mid-step.

"Stop being a creep," he clears his throat, finding it dry all of sudden, "This is hard enough with how heavy you are."

You're roughly jostled to drive home his point.

"I can't help it," you murmur, nose finding that delicate patch again, "I could get used to this..."

Your words drift off, the rhythm of his sure-footed steps lulling you to sleep.

Vin stays quiet the rest of the way, with only the heat of your body and your deep, steady breaths keeping him company.

That night, your words replay over and over in his head and sleep evades him.

[spiteless-xo]

can i request a mini oneshot of the reader showing up at eren's doorstep late at night in the pouring rain?

she's crying to him telling him how much she misses him and how she was sorry after they broke up and he missed her too so they kiss and make up? all fluff pls and no angst cause the latest tbaw chapter was too intense. tyty ily

i've got a bunch of other requests in my inbox rn but i'll do this one first because i feel bad about the pain i've caused you guys 🙏 plz accept this as my apology

╰┈➤ getting back together.

ft. eren/gn!reader. cw. unedited, angst (just a little tiny bit in the beginning). 1,200 words.

Your heart is racing, hands gripping tightly around your hood as you shield your head from the rain. Of course, it's fucking raining, you think to yourself as you race down the street.

You can't sleep. It's only been three days and you know things take time to get better, but each day that passes just makes that sinking feeling of dread grow in your stomach. You feel like you've made a mistake — you know you have.

Self-sabotage is what Armin called it. Pushing away the one good thing in your life because you felt like you didn't deserve it. He deserves someone better than me, you thought.

"Who are you to decide what's best for him?" Armin challenged.

You stumble up the first few steps, catching yourself before you faceplant into his front door with an outstretched hand, but the impact of your palm on the wood makes a loud thunk!

Before you even get a chance to straighten yourself out, the door swings open. You clench your eyes shut tightly, teeth chattering from a mixture of nerves and the cold as you hear him say your name.

"What are you doing here?"

You blink up at him in stunned silence. What are you doing here? But he doesn't let you stumble around a response before he's reaching forward, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to drag you inside.

"Jesus, you're soaking wet — did you run here?"

He means it as a joke, but when you still haven't responded after he closes the door behind you, he looks at you seriously. "Did you run here?" he asks again, pushing back your hood to look you in the eyes.

You tremble under the weight of his gaze and suddenly you feel so stupid. "I'm sorry," you stammer, taking a shaky step backward. "I don't know why I'm here."

You slip on a patch of water on the floor, made from the rain spilling off your clothes, and Eren catches you before you fall back into the door.

"Take off your jacket or something. You should come sit down and warm up for a bit."

His kindness makes this worse. Even after you completely broke his heart, he's still treating you the same that he always has.

"Hey, are you ok? Are you crying?"

You bring a hand up to your face, palming away at the tears on your face and you wish you could lie and tell him it's just the rain, but your face is twisted into a painful grimace and there's no way to talk yourself out of that.

"Eren, I'm so sorry," you say quickly. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking."

His brows furrow in confusion, hands still hovering over your shoulders from when he caught you earlier. You watch his gaze bounce between your eyes as if he can derive some sort of clarity in your expression, and you find yourself clenching your eyes shut in shame.

"I was stupid," you say, shaking your head. "I was so scared about how I felt about you and I thought that I didn't deserve you — I'm so sorry, Eren, I miss you so much."

"Is that why you ran here?"

You peek up at him with one eye, noting the amusement in his tone, and see him looking down at you. He's biting down on his lip to hide a smile and his face looks so soft and caring — the same way he's always looked at you.

"Yes," you admit quietly, feeling your face burning in embarrassment. "I was talking with Armin and I just... I had to see you."

He laughs and you feel your heart blooming in your chest. He lowers his hands back down onto your shoulders and pulls you tight against his chest. Eren presses his cheek against yours as he squeezes you, his voice soft against your ear.

"You could've called me — I would've come."

"I know," you choke, reaching your arms up to grab at his back. "Eren, I'm so sorry — I love you. I love you and I don't ever want to lose you."

This isn't the way you wanted to tell him that, but you feel like you can't hold it in any longer. Those three days without him were the worst days of your life and you can't imagine going another second without letting him know how you feel.

He lets you melt into him despite how soaking wet your clothes are and he laughs again as he presses his lips against your temple, softly breathing you in as you sob into his chest.

"I'm not going anywhere," he hums. "I love you, too."

Your heart stutters in your chest and you're so caught off guard by his words that you're cut off mid-sob. "You... what?" you ask, pulling your head away from his chest to look up at him.

You can hardly see him around the tears in your eyes but you can tell he's smiling at you.

"I said, I love you," he says, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. "Is that ok? Am I allowed to say that? Or just you?" he teases.

"Do you mean it?" you whisper.

He scoffs, lifting a hand from around your waist to cup your face. "Do I mean it? Is that a joke?"

"I just — I want to make sure..."

"I know, I know," he chuckles, brushing his thumb against your cheek before sliding his hand to cradle the back of your head. "I've loved you from the moment we first met. I've just been waiting for you to realize that you're in love with me, too."

"You're not mad?" you whimper, lower lip trembling as you try to hold back your tears. Your heart is pounding so hard in your chest that you feel like you're going to knock Eren away.

"I'm not mad," he says softly, kissing your cheek. "It's ok, baby — I knew you'd come back." He kisses your other cheek. "It's you and me forever, ok?"

Finally, you smile. "Yeah," you whisper. "I like that."

"Good," he hums, leaning forward to brush his lips against yours as he says, "I love you."

You press your lips into his in response and you feel safe and warm and welcome in his arms like this. He holds you tight against his body, deepening the kiss softly as you legs tremble beneath you, and he laughs against your lips.

"Are you cold?"

"No," you insist, leaning forward to kiss him again — but he pulls away.

"Come on, let's get you into some dry clothes," he smiles, kissing you again on the cheek before stepping away. You move to go follow him, but suddenly he's leaning down, catching your legs in his arm and lifting you up into the air bridal-style.

You squeak in alarm, wrapping your arms around his neck as he walks you through the house. "I don't want you to track water all over my floors," he explains, but he scrunches his nose in amusement at your distress.

"I can't believe you dumped me," he teases.

"I said I was sorry!"

"And then you ran all the way here in the rain," he snorts.

"Shut up!"

"What is this, a rom-com?"

"Eren!"

"Does that make me Hugh Grant?"

You missed this. You missed him.

[mins-fins]

LOVER (K.GV)

SUMMARY . . . where they're supposed to be packing but one of them has other plans.

PAIRING . . . kim gyuvin x male!reader

GENRE . . . very fluffy

WARNINGS . . . none!

WORD COUNT . . . 1.2k

NOTES . . . gyuvin is seriously bias wrecking me these days fr.. this is dedicated to zai (@scrrra), he didn't really ask for this but i just wanna make his day!! also were all starving for gyuvin content so take this

"your literally so messy".

"your acting like your any better, dumbass".

gyuvin gasps loudly, as if offended by the words. y/n just chuckles at his display, turning around to stare at his tall boyfriend, who pouts. "i'm just saying, your going to college you don't need all this stuff!"

"yeah, i'm going to college" y/n states like a matter of a fact. "i need everything".

"everything?"

"everything".

gyuvin blinks, narrowing his eyes and giving his partner a judging stare. y/n lightly punches his shoulder, and gyuvin sighs. "okay! okay! you can pack everything".

y/n was originally gonna pack on his own, he didn't really even want help, but gyuvin insisted on helping, and wouldn't take no for an answer. since y/n had procrastinated for super long and now college starts in two weeks and he hasn't even packed half his stuff yet.

he has maybe one box packed, and he was only reminded of it today when hanbin screamed in his ears with a megaphone telling him that he starts college in two weeks.

so now, here y/n is, trying his best to decide what to pack as gyuvin just looks at his stuff, seeing what he could find. "you have so many books! where do you even keep these?"

"in my shelves, obviously".

"your room is the size of a cubicle, what shelves?"

y/n scoffs, still looking away from gyuvin as he sorts his clothes in one box and then his pillows, blankets, and bedsheets in another. his attention quickly moves away from gyuvin, whose actually not helping him pack.

gyuvin had been in y/n's room maybe twice in the whole time they've been dating. to be fair, they're always out, doing couple things like buying ice cream at three am, or shopping for sweaters just so y/n could steal them from him, or running across the beach at night.

they're usually never inside, just always out and about.

gyuvin scrunches his nose, staring specifically hard at a random drawer besides y/n's bed. he blinks, looking over at his partner, whose busy trying to figure out how much stuff he can fit in one box, completely turned away from gyuvin.

he opens the drawer, trying to see what's inside. pens, pencils, notebooks, binders, some more books, and a few post it notes. just boring stuff, gyuvin thinks in his head.

he sighs, packing those things in the box beside him, he notices that there are still other things in that drawer, letters, and he tilts his head, trying to get a better look at them.

wait.. are those the letters i wrote for him?

earlier in the year, gyuvin had written letters for y/n, it was a thing he did when they were in the much earlier stages of their relationship, he really did pout his heart and soul into those letters, but he assumed y/n had forgotten about them.

but he kept them, like the corny loser he is.

gyuvin smiles as he thinks about it, laughing to himself. y/n was pretty much oblivious to what gyuvin had stumbled upon, busy trying to figure out how he's gonna put all his extension cords together without tangling them.

gyuvin's mind drifts off to the situation, college, and it puts a sour taste in his mouth. y/n is on the other side of this small room packing, and he's oblivious to what gyuvin is thinking.

yeah they're going to the same college, but y/n is going to get busier, and they can't just be a silly teenage couple anymore, they can't just go out buying ice cream at three in the morning, or gyuvin giving y/n piggyback rides randomly.

he moves the letters over, and sees other things, keychains, small fans, a tape measure(?), shoe laces, a polaroid camera, and a photo album. gyuvin tilts his head, reaching into the drawer to grab the photo album.

he struggles to take it out without making a lot of noise, he's not trying to alert y/n and distract him. he places it on the floor, getting the letters out of the drawer and placing them on the table beside the bed.

he then moves back to the photo album, he's not snooping, no! he's just curious, that's all! that's why he's flipping through the photo album right now. as gyuvin does that, he can't control his smile, because it's a bunch of photos which show y/n growing up.

gyuvin assumes that these photos were taken by his parents, y/n's father was a photographer after all. gyuvin couldn't contain his giggles, because y/n's childhood photos are so funny and cute that he can't help it.

y/n, who was busy packing, turns around as he hears gyuvin giggling, and all he can see is his boyfriend struggling to contain his laugh, looking like he was about to fall back onto the floor with how hard he was laughing. "what's so funny?"

gyuvin tries his best to catch his breath, clearing his throat as he stares at y/n, who blinks. gyuvin, still laughing, turns the album over and displays the photo of seven year old y/n wearing his roller skating attire.

y/n narrows his eyes, and then they widen. gyuvin is horrible at keeping his giggles in, and he leans back as he laughs, completely enamored by the cute childhood photo of his boyfriend.

"you weren't even helping me pack" y/n goes over to him, looking at the photo album. "you were just going through my stuff".

"hey!" gyuvin yells, literally on the floor. "i wasn't going through your stuff, i did pack some stuff, i just for distracted easily!" he laughs, propping himself up on his elbows.

y/n reaches forward to try and grab the photo album, but gyuvin quickly moves his arm before he can grab it. he pauses, and gyuvin smiles in a mischievous manner, giggling. "give it back".

"no?"

"what do you mean no—"

y/n reaches so forward again, and falls forward, on top of gyuvin. "you are such an.. ass".

"no, you love me" gyuvin says, picking up his head to stare at y/n, smiling. "your so cute, you know that? the roller skates might've been a little big on you but—"

"shut up!" y/n exclaims, flicking gyuvin in his forehead, which makes him yelp. finally, he grabs the photo album out of gyuvin's hand, taking it for himself. "your annoying, i swear".

"i called you cute, your not even gonna say thank you?"

"i'll thank you when you actually help me pack".

"i did! i packed.. that!"

y/n deadpans at him, and gyuvin giggles, making him scoff. "babe! i love you! you know that right?" he calls out as y/n walks over to the other side of the room, placing the photo album on a table.

"you can say that after you pack".

gyuvin stares at y/n, snickering as his partner also flips through the photo album. "you kept those letters i sent you?"

y/n gasps, turning gyuvin's way and seeing the shit-eating grin on his face. "gyuvin!"

"hey! i'm just asking!"

[castleaudios]

Why hello there Castle 👀 I came to ask more questions 🤩🤌 Let’s start shall we:

1) (This probably already has been answered) Let’s say there is a situation where Ranger goes to the library. As we know the ‘magical books’ only show to those who are registered (from what I understood). But what would happen if our dear Ranger stumbled upon the magical section? Would he have to know what they are looking for or would they just brush it off?

2) What can you tell us about Dewdrop? There’s only so little we can go off now and I need to finish their backstory in my head :)

3) This isn’t a question BUT I totally imagine that when Beth shifts she is at the exact eye level with the Seer and it is the cutest thing I could think off. Anyway…

4) How long do you plan on torturing Ranger (and your audience)? In other words, when are we getting some romantics steps in the relationship between them and Claire? Will we get there before summer?

5) I want to hear some headcannons for our Open-wielder. Shoot them at me.

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Now on to the more technical side of your recordings. We love some personal questions (if you don’t feel comfortable answering sth just skip, no pressure)

6) How long does it take you to write a script? I swear I had so many difficult moments while writing my own. Could use some tips if anything :)

7) Do you often re-write a script even if it’s almost finished?

8) What mic do you use? I will not believe it is some headphones mic.

9) What programs do you use for editing? And how does the process look like?

10) Do you usually record the audio and then add sound effects or do you make sound effects whilst recording?

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I think that’s it for now. I will come back in the morning. More questions. Yay :)

But seriously I can bet that your ‘question box’ is overflowing rn. Hope you have a great day/night! <3

Hi Max!

The books in the library have a glamor over them that make them undetectable to non-wielders. Dear and Rose see through the glamor because of their magic being made apart of the magical coding (This is the best phrasing I can think of at the moment). If the Ranger happened to pick up a book without looking and it was magical, there is an additional ward placed on every book that a wielder must "unlock" in order to read, otherwise the words on the pages will blur and cascade off the reader's mind. A similar ward is laid over Glenwood as a whole to prevent suspicion. Many cities with a high population of magic beings use these types of wards to lay undetected by non-wielders without completely blocking them out.

Dewdrop was born and raised on the West coast studying water elemental magic with a focus in botany. They met Chloe while they were studying and come to move to Glenwood with her after a few years of dating. Since they didn't have much family left on the coast, it was easy for them to pack up and leave. They do a lot of work with taking samples of flora and fauna, studying the ecosystem around the park, and keeping track of the natural waterxystems. Because they spend a lot of time bending over and taking an endless amount of notes, it leads to a lot of chronic pain which Chloe does her best to help with. They are an absolute little shit.

Ya can't avoid the puppy dog eyes if they're at eye level with you

I promise I don't want to torture you all for that much longer! Ranger, I kind of want to torture a lil bit longer, but not you guys! We'll start see the two of them getting closer in the next few audios, especially as the poacher arc comes to an end. I can't give a proper deadline, but it should be soon.

Wielder is someone who greatly underestimates their own potential while simultaneously holding themself to impossibly high standards. They're close to completing their independent studies at the library and soon won't be an employee. At any given moment they have 5-7 books in their bag. They have been to Rose's house before to visit ex-scale-ibur and he loves to crawl into their hoodies.

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Technical questions!! Let's do it!!

6. I usually break up writing my script over a few days since I find it really hard to sit down and focus for long periods of time. On top of that, I'll do a mock improv of the audio in my voice memo app then upload that audio onto a word document using the dictation feature. I'll edit and polish the script from that which is really helpful for editing and refining the content of the script itself.

7. Absolutely. I've had scripts that I've written, edited, recorded, and then completely tossed because it didn't match what I needed it to.

8. I use a USB Blue Yeti mic! Though I am hoping to upgrade that soon, I'd love to get an XLR mic eventually.

9. & 10. Up until recently I used Audacity for editing my audios, now I'm starting to learn Reaper. In terms of videos, I use Veed.io. Normally I'll record, clean up the doubles and outtakes, flatten the background noise and then use Epidemic Sound to round up any SFX I need that I don't already have downloaded on a hard drive. I edit the pacing of the audio as I include the sound effects and background noise so it all flows together. Additionally I'll make my own SFX while recording so I don't have to waste time looking for the perfect audio file online. Depending on the audio, the while process takes a few hours. I've had days where I wrote, recorded, edited, and then posted an audio in a single day. SFX are usually the last thing I add before making the thumbnail and background image for the video itself. I'll listen back to the audio to make sure I didn't miss anything while I use Canva, but sometimes that leads to me leaving in a double take because I'm too focused on something else. I do need to get better at that but that's pretty much my entire process!

Thank you for all the kind questions! Sorry it took a while to answer but hopefully this offered some insight!

[sovereignsimmer]

Navigating the Dating Jungle: Unfiltered Tips from Yours Truly

Hey there,

As a 31-year-old gay guy with a track record in committed relationships, I'm here to share some unfiltered wisdom about the intricate world of dating apps. For those of us looking for serious, monogamous connections—beyond the superficiality of casual hookups—it's time to dive into the nuances of online dating. Inspired by my own experiences and a nudge from Satch's video, here's the full scoop on navigating the digital dating landscape, regardless of where you fall on the sexuality spectrum.

Crafting Your Profile:

Let's kick things off with your dating profile – the virtual face you present to the dating world. My advice? Less is more, my friends. Oversharing on your body, life details, or expectations might make you look a tad too eager, desperate, or just plain shallow. No one wants to be public property, right? Then do not publicly grant access to your personal information, pictures of your body, or the details of your life.

And those labels like "twink" or "bear"? Nah, not cool. They're limiting, objectifying, and just downright nasty. Think of them as the word "faggot" but even worse. They mess with how you see yourself and how others see you, and that's a rabbit hole we don't need.

Build a foundation to spark curiosity in potential matches. Keep it short and sweet – a one-sentence bio, a couple of interests, or a picture of you doing something you love. But for the love of all things holy, no walls of text! Think LinkedIn, but with a dating twist – presentable and grandma-approved pictures, because you never know who might stumble upon them.

Potential Matches:

Now, onto the nitty-gritty of potential matches. Remember, you deserve nothing less than what you have to offer. Seriously, don't settle for anything less.

Avoid the skin showoffs; they're all about hookups, not actual relationships. And steer clear of those listing demands like it's a shopping list. "No fem" or "str8 act only"? That's a one-way ticket to Belittlement Central. Trust me, it says more about their personality than you'd want to know.

If someone's putting up pics of other people without their consent, run the other way. Respect and privacy matter, and if they can't get that, you're better off. They probably didn't ask for their colleague's or uncle's consent while uploading that photo there, and it is highly likely they won't respect your privacy or consent either.

*shivers*

Limit interactions with those who can't string a sentence together or reply in a decent timeframe. You deserve someone who would read poems for you if not talented enough to write them on their own; do not settle for "k ttyl" bullshit. Remember, you're not just going to be a friend; you're going to be a partner. Partners are a whole different breed – more considerate, more attentive. It is what it is.

Cut the prolonged texting phase; get to know them in real life. Watch out for signs – good and bad. Manners, habits, signs of deceit – keep your eyes peeled.

Oh, and don't always be the one initiating. Relationships are a two-way street, my friend. Give and take – that's the name of the game.

I understand that once you start incorporating these suggestions into your dating app game, it might initially seem like your options are narrowing down. However, trust me, it's all for the better. Your chances of discovering someone genuinely worth your time will shoot up.

In my own experience, implementing these changes completely transformed my dating life. Admittedly, the dates are fewer and rarer now, but for me, it's always been about quality over quantity. Gone are the days of being salty, regretting decisions, and complaining about the people I met. Nowadays, even those brief flings feel more meaningful because I've learned to connect with people on a deeper, more intellectual level. It truly reshapes your perception – give it a try.

[stellamancer]

Hello hello Niku, I'm the anon who had sent that ask regarding sending in ideas earlier today! ^^

First and foremost thank you so so much for your kind words and assurances, I'm happy to hear that sending the ask was okay, I was so scared of over stepping or that the way in which I phrased the ask would come across/sound a certain type of that I almost wussed out and didn't send it lol ^^; I totally understand not being able to get to an ask or responding within a certain period of time, life happens, you've got hobbies and there's absolutely zero obligations in any way! <:) (Oh and while I utterly adore the way you write Gojo😳 in regards to your initial response. Yes. Make him even more pathetic if you so desire. That wet napkin of a man is always in a grave need to be humbled, and I don't think anyone would complain at the thought lol)

But to get onto the whole reason I sent the ask in the first place, while the idea doesn't have much background or development, it's just stuck with me in such a way that I couldn't help but latch onto it and the possibilities that came with it!

So without further ado.... What do you think it would look like if Gojo got a mean case of amnesia? Be it permanent or temporary is completely undecided, but I just wonder how he would act. Would he be more serious/ toned down? Any more chaotic and an unabashed menace than what he already is? I just wonder about any and all differences that he would potentially have, be it personality, mannerisms, how he acted around/treated others, etc... I'd like to believe he would at the very least make enough haste to put 'remember who I am' on the To Do list, but he's just such??? An eccentric guy even with all of his memories, so it's an interesting head scratcher to imagine lol

Furthermore, because it's not enough to have one thought, but another, smaller one to latch onto the first. What if, while still suffering from amnesia Gojo essentially gets Isekai'd(?) into a world that is literally exactly the same in each and every way, but there isn't an ounce of cursed energy to be had. No sorcerers, no curses, nothing of the sort.

Plainly speaking, the jujutsu world has played a part in each and every aspect of Gojo's life, no matter how much he despised and fought it. So the idea of someone losing their memory is already quite unfortunate, no matter who they are, but to have to even attempt to re learn who they once were but also in a different world, one that is familiar, but distinctly off just enough, especially considering what exactly it is that's 'missing' in his case, sounds so incredibly lonely and isolating :(

Because realistically he would have no one to fall back to, to help him. It'd be a miracle if he stumbled upon a samaritan kind enough to give him the time of day. I imagine it'd be super overwhelming, and the ever growing sense of his existence just being so inherently 'wrong' would be?? Horrible (Because yes, he garners attention. He's pretty. But would anyone he approaches honestly take him seriously? Maybe readers the first one to finally take his words for what they are, maybe they meet when he's passed out outside of their job as they're closing up for the night and after an intense bout of screaming and a hurried sad excuse of an explanation on Gojo's part, some kind of odd understanding is had between the two)

(And in regards to the mentioned Isekai, I don't really know why/how this would happen, maybe when being sealed away he was literally just express mailed to our world, maybe he manages to finally beat the antagonist of the story/fulfills his role and the universe just??? Presses the evaporate button. Hell, considering all of the wild cursed techniques and energies going on in all of these intense fights it wouldn't surprise me if it made the worlds oddest cosmic cocktail and rips open a wormhole or smth lol)

Sksksksk that was an absolute monster of an ask, once more I hope that's okay lol ^^ hopefully my rambles weren't too wild and coherent enough, this train of thought has been going rampant in my head for the past couple of days and I just!!! Had to share it! Thank you so so much for your kind words and time, once again please know there is never any rush or pressure to respond, simply being able to write and send the idea off is more than enough for me! <:)

Oh, yes, I must make him more pathetic then. I'm actually not quite sure how, though, actually. I guess I would need to put him in a situation where he can display his pathetic loser tendencies (maybe I should consult Morgan over this…)

I'm gonna put the rest under a cut.

Anyway, Gojo with amnesia… I guess that depends on a couple things, like how deep is this amnesia going? Are we just wiping memories or does it run deeper and has he lost some character development too because I think there would be differences depending on these two scenarios. That said, I think that either way he would be more serious, maybe not necessarily more toned down, but a little less joking because he's missing his memories. But on the other side of that is that I don't think he'd be freaking out, or anything; he'd probably outwardly try to look like he's perfectly fine and nothing's wrong.

Then to be isekai'd. Your brain's really going for the double whammy there. To lose your memories and be transported to another world… I'd assume that he probably still can use his CT and stuff, though the amnesia also begs the question of how skilled he is with those. If anything, the Six Eyes probably still work, so he'd probably know right away that things do not look 'right.' Actually, I think he'd probably still need to use jujutsu because, like, then if he rememebred bits of pieces of his life while he's in this other world… he might think he's going insane. The mind-fuckery potential is wild! You could really play up the horror factor and I think that would be a lot of fun!

And then having a reader who is kind and open-minded and… I do think he'd try to do things on his own because he's kind of like that, so I think a reader would have to be like "I am helping you and that is that."

I think that using his boxing would be a good way to, like, easily whisk him away. But, if he's there temporarily it does seem a little bit sad. I mean amnesia, I feel like, usually ends up being an angsty trope so… are you a little angst gremlin anon? I mean how else do people get isekai'd… Gojo vs Truck-chan… who would win? LMAO. An other worldly wormhole could be good too… I think that gives the chance for other characters from JJK to pop up. I think if any of his students came for him and he asked them 'well who are you guys?' they might actually think he was fucking around and not actually amnesic. LMAO.

And no worries on ask length! I'm happy to soundboard for you or anyone else for that matter! I mean I did input some opinion, but I hope you don't mind that. But thank you so much for sharing with me!! uwu

[cutetinyartist]

G/T July Day 1: Enchanted

Here's my first bit of writing for G/T July 2023! I've been really enjoying working with the prompts so far @gianttol ! 🖤

Synopsis: A Borrower has been using an Enchantment to grow to Human Size to see how Humans live. However, things got complicated when she accidentally started falling in love with a Human she met...

She's usually very careful about using the spell and visiting her crush, but one night it wears off sooner than she expects and exposes her secret!

Characters:

Sunflower (She/Her), 5' as a Human, 4" as a Borrower

Katrina (She/Her), 6' Human

Word-Count: 743

"Sunflower? Is something wrong?"

"YES! I mean no!! I just need to- um-" She babbled in an incoherent panic, stumbling towards the bedroom door (forgetting that Katrina had locked it earlier so the two could have some privacy...)

It wouldn't have mattered either way though; she fell to her knees before she could even touch the handle. Erratic breaths and a racing heartbeat engulfed her- was this REALLY how her secret was going to emerge? Had she seriously been so enamoured that she'd forgotten the spell would simply wear off?? What the hell was Katrina going to think???

The Enchantment leaving her body as she shrunk back to her normal size was always dizzying enough, but this time it was especially unbearable! The abrupt reduction from 5'... to 4'... to 1'... back to her real height of 4"...

"Holy shit- Are you okay??" A gentle yet booming voice suddenly came from high above her, instantly snapping her out of her daze. Sunflower hadn't even realised that her love had followed her and crouched beside her until she spun to face the now-giant (well, Giant to her at least...) At 6' she had towered over her before, but now (even kneeling down) she loomed effortlessly.

"What happened? Are you okay?" She asked again, reaching towards the shrunken Sunflower.

"I- I'm fine! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to- I didn't want to- I'm-" She backpedaled away from the giant hand, "I never should've done this- I'm sorry-"

"Woah, Sunny, why are you apologising? What's going on? Please, I just wanna make sure you're okay..." She choked back a tear at the sight of the girl she loved so much being so afraid of her.

The Borrower took a deep shaky breath before stepping back and craning her neck to look up into Katrina's dark, soulful eyes. Eyes that were staring down at her with so much concern, but also with the same love as always.

Through tears and deep breaths, Sunflower began explaining everything. Katrina sat in a stunned silence as Sunflower talked about the powerful Enchantment that allowed her to be human-sized (albeit only for a brief period each month). It was her main escape from her normal, fairly perilous life as a Borrower, and her heart was racing as she opened up about all of it. Though Katrina's facial expression shifted a few times, the love in her eyes stayed consistent.

"So, that's everything..." Sunflower gulped anxiously, "I completely get it if you- if you don't wanna see me any more..."

"Oh, Sunny!" Katrina gasped, lifting the Borrower's chin with the tip of her index finger, "Nothing in this world could stop me from wanting to be with you!" As gently as she could, she scooped her tiny lover into her palm. Fingers that only hours ago had traced up and down every inch of Sunflower's body now surrounded her like tree-trunks, but the embrace still sent electricity through both her and Katrina. The Borrower had already been blushing anyway, but the warmth radiating from her giant lover's soft skin only served to emphasise that further.

Now, raised to Katrina's eye-level, Sunflower could truly see the pure adoration in those soulful brown eyes. Soft caramel hair framed her features, all of which the Borrower admired even more at this scale. Her heart simply melted when she glanced down at shimmering lips and saw the genuine smile painted on them. Nobody had ever made her feel so safe and so loved, especially not with how vulnerable she usually felt at her true size.

"Just when I thought you couldn't get any cuter, you just had to go and be all tiny and adorable!" Katrina giggled lightly, delicately stroking Sunflower's back with her fingertip, "I love you so much."

The Borrower let out a flustered squeak, "You do? You mean it? Even- even like this?"

With an eager nod Katrina replied, "Even more, if that's even possible! I just love you no matter what! I only wish you'd told me sooner, you didn't need to hide your true self from me, y'know?"

Sunflower sighed, though it was one of reief as well as sadness, "I'm sorry, I just got worried. I never thought I'd get this close with anyone, let ALONE fall in love with them!"

"Well," Katrina smirked, raising her Tiny Soulmate closer to her plush lips before giving her a tender smooch, "How could I NOT fall in love with someone so Enchanting?"

[dzpenumbra]

2/7/23

I'm a bit upset I didn't start this earlier, I could've kept the bedtime momentum from yesterday. And I have a lot to cover today. I'll try to be brief.

The doctors appointment was... confusing. And overwhelming. As I have said several times, the primary reason I went was to get linked up with a GP so I can set up an ADHD screening, so I can get formally diagnosed and start exploring options for management. My primary focus in mental health care lately has been depression and PTSD, mostly PTSD, and I have been very interested in seeing if I can address underlying executive function issues, which PTSD obviously makes much worse, and is a huge source of depression and anxiety. And, with me constantly suffering impostor syndrome, I have no idea whether the problems I have with routine functioning are a byproduct of my PTSD (developmental, cognitive, nurture), a neurodiversity thing (genetics, nature) or a combination of both. By either confirming or denying with certainty a genetic, biological component, I can really set my focus entirely on what I need to work on. Like my therapist was saying, if I have an underlying neurodiversity issue, it's like fighting the same fight with one hand tied behind my back, and meds could potentially open a lot of doors for that.

So... I show up pretty much on time. I chug a Monster on the way there. It was one of those mocha ones, those just disappear for some reason, probably because they're not carbonated. I was running on 6 hours of sleep. I get in and the waiting room is fucking empty. 2 month waiting list and the place is completely empty. And zero wait time. I walk in, the nurse does my blood pressure and comments on how it's highly elevated. Like... she seemed concerned, and offered to double check it later on in the appointment, but never did. Took pulse, that was fine. Then went right into like... some basic history stuff. And she started asking about mental health stuff, and that's why I was there so... I started talking. I started struggling to think, getting really foggy and overwhelmed. I said PTSD, but then started floundering a bit and stumbling on my words. My thoughts were swirling way too fast, I was bouncing between "what are my current diagnoses" and then the dozens of diagnoses I have gotten in the past and shit. I mean, we're talking over 10 years of history here. "Is OCD still a thing?" "Is panic disorder still a thing?" "Would I say agoraphobia?" "Do I even have any formal diagnoses anymore?" "Who was the last person to actually diagnose me?" And the years of shit just started flooding back.

I apologized to the nurse... of course... then just said like... "depression and anxiety stuff." Or something. I don't know. I choked, I guess. I felt the time pressure. I remember stressing that my therapist sent me to them to get screened for ADHD. I swear, I've told them that like 5 times now.

After a minute, the doctor comes in. She seems nice, a more bohemian type, which meshes well with me. She asked me what I do. Seriously, first question from people every fucking time. "What's your name? What do you do?" And I immediately convince myself, "I'm not actually an artist, I'm actually a fraud. I'm just a lazy shit who sits around playing video games and watching YouTube all day, pretending to be an artist. I mean, what's the most recent art piece I've even made?" So I say, "I'm an artist." And the asshole in my head goes "god, you better hope she believes that." And she asks, "oh really? What's your medium?" And I... stumble. Again. Like... I immediately went to "ink". But like... I really haven't done that many ink pieces. My hoodie was the latest ink piece. Hey, guess what? I was wearing the hoodie too... I could've just fucking shown her. But... not in my freaking out brain, I couldn't. So I just sorta fumbled around "ink and pencil, I guess... but I'm exploring other mediums." And she starts sharing how she likes working with clothing and sewing and stuff like that. It was a nice point of commonality, I appreciated that. I just... was more preoccupied by the tornado in my head.

I have no idea how visible that shit is to others. I've been told it's barely visible at all. To me, it's so damn obvious.

I can't go step by step on this, I'm falling asleep, I'm gonna nutshell. She sent me back to my therapist to see if he'll do the screening. Despite him being the one who sent me to her. Her reasoning is sound, she wanted to make sure there wasn't any kind of misdiagnosis or anything, she thought it would be better if the person who screened me actually had a history with me, actually knew me. And I think she has a good point. I have some options to explore there.

She walked me through how hellish the controlled substance regulations are through her. And I mean... it's fucking bad. Like monthly visits, piss tests that can't even show positive for THC, shit like that. It upset me. A lot. I don't like being treated like an addict or a drug dealer. At all. Like, if they were trying to scare me off of even trying stimulant ADHD meds, they fucking succeeded. They scared the Christ out of me. And set off a bunch of underlying trauma shit that's been haunting me in waves all day since.

Like... I move heaven and earth (in the framework of my world), I show up for an appointment after inverting my sleep schedule, 3 days after putting my beloved cat down, I'm actively grieving, I'm a shut-in who rarely leaves my house, I show up on-time, I wait the full 2 months for the appointment. I show up on 6 hours of sleep, I cooperate fully and respectfully, I'm honest and forthright. I have never had a voluntary addiction other than tobacco, which was much more habitual than chemical. I don't have recreational drugs that I could do. I can't drink or I get insane heartburn or start feeling sick well before I get drunk. I can't smoke or else there's a 70% chance I'll freak out and have a waking nightmare. I refused to pursue benzos again because of how I had 3 different brushes with death trying to fucking detox off of them, because I don't have a healthy support network, and even taking one out of the context of regular prescribed usage just brings me right back there. And yet, if a trace of anything shows up in my piss? I get treated like a drug dealer. I get treated like a scam artist swindler who lied their way into a doctor's office to get a prescription for low-grade amphetamines to sell them to college students so they can giggle for a few hours. Or just a fucking drug addict myself. Like all of my efforts to be responsible, mindful and intentional with substance usage was really for nothing, because the system is going to assume that I'm a criminal.

You can probably tell how upset I am about this. This is a fraction of it. This narrative was so powerful this morning that I had to stop doing yoga, first time in the month and a week I've been doing it every day. I called my mom while lying down on the yoga mat because I had to just get the fucking thoughts out. It combined with a few other triggers and just led to utter catastrophe by the end of the night.

Back to the appointment. The doctor wrote me a bulletpoint list of highlights on the back of a business card. She deserves a medal for this, because by the time I got to the door leaving the health center, I had completely forgotten everything we went over. Like fucking Memento or some shit. But she went over some non-stimulant drug options that she can help me out with, even without a diagnosis, I guess? I found that odd, but whatever. I'm going to look into them tomorrow. So yeah, I have a plan. But at a price.

Being in the doctors office (with a lot of medical trauma), feeling like people are being suspicious or unfair to me, and having to explain the story of my life... which, today, was just... utterly depressing... having to explain why I was in a state-funded mental health institution, voluntarily... Like... the context on these things makes a really big difference, and I only had 15 minutes total with this woman. I didn't even get to talk about any of my physical issues at all, like it didn't even have time to cross my mind. All those trauma sparks just set off a powderkeg. The yoga interruption was the shot across the bow. I sank into recording music for the rest of the day. It went really fucking well. I got bass set up, the bass lines were really goddamn hard but I recorded something passable. I even recorded some vocals, which I basically sang at a slightly pushed falsetto near-whisper. I don't really like them, I really wish I would just go for it and project them, but like... neighbors right on the other side of the wall... might be more of a mid-day thing, when people normally aren't home. But the song is mostly done, sans screams.

After that... my mom called. And... I got set off. I don't even know what did it, honestly. I really don't. It could've been anything. But my fight/flight/freeze/fawn today was... freeze. Big-time freeze. For a while. And my mom kept pressuring me to explain why I was upset, so she could help, which just made things worse. And, I completely get why she would do that. It makes perfect sense from that side of the glass, especially when you don't really know it's a trauma response. Maybe it just looks like I'm a bit grumpy or moody or something. Maybe I mask that shit way too well. After finally being able to tear myself free of that quagmire enough to communicate, I was able to tell her about what was going on there. How, in my experience, I got set off by something deeply upsetting that brought back very painful memories. And she was pressuring me, obligating me, to go back and look at it again, and describe it to her in more detail, relive it again... or else I will not get support. Because otherwise, she won't know how to help me with the situation. It's a very common problem we have. And I think I did a good job articulating it today, from my perspective.

It sucks when people are doing the right thing, just in the wrong context. And trauma can be really confusing like that. Like, what I needed was just... help with the emotions and memories I was dealing with. The Now. The details are not essential, honestly. We can work our way up to that, if needed. Right now, I don't feel safe. Right now, I'm scared. Right now, I feel aftershocks of mistreatment and abuse. So what I need right now are demonstrations of safety, comfort and caring. Then, when the alarm bells stop chiming in my brain, we can explore more practical solutions if need be.

My family just... is completely emotionally illiterate. Even me, with all my insanely overwhelming emotions... even I am not very fluent. Even I struggled to identify the emotion I was flooded with today. But these people just flat-out have no idea how to deal with an emotional problem. It's just 100% practical. "How do I make your problem go away for you so you stop hurting?" "How do I solve your problem for you so you're not upset anymore?" It looks helpful, it feels helpful in intent, but it completely bypasses emotions. I suspect by design. And when you're dealing with an emotional problem? It's doomed to cause issues.

So yeah, I just ordered delivery Applebee's again and collapsed in the comfy chair and ate tons of mediocre food and nodded off to a livestream and now it's like 1:30... so I'm going to go to bed.

I need a break.

[applebutter-and-cinnamon]

A Date of Opportunity

Summary: Sirius protects Reader from a creepy guy at a party.

Pairings: Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: Men (But seriously, could be a trigger if you've been assaulted), Slight Angst

Dialogue Prompt 1.10: "Just pretend to be my date."

Y/N bit her lip as she weighed her options. She couldn't excuse herself to the bathroom, he'd probably just follow her inside. He didn't believe her when she told him that her boyfriend was on the way, an additional red flag that hardly compared to the amount he'd already presented her with.

Y/N had been enjoying a night out in celebration of her friend, Marlene's, birthday. She'd been sitting on a couch sipping on a butterbeer when the guy, Adam, sat down next to her. Adam had introduced himself and slung his arm behind her on the couch.

Y/N had immediately scooted away from him and tried to politely tell him that she wasn't interested, but he didn't seem to care. All of her friends were distracted and didn't see her look calling for help. He'd gotten more aggressive in his approach, trying to put his hand on her thigh or twist his finger in her hair.

She scanned the room, looking for anything or anyone that could possible help in this situation. Her eyes landed on a group of young men who just walked through the door. She recognized them from Hogwarts as "The Marauders" or at least that's what they called themselves.

Remus quickly made a bee-line to the restroom and James had his arms wrapped around Lily. Sirius walked to the bar, probably getting drinks for everyone. Taking her chance, Y/N bolted for him.

He stiffened as she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. She raised up so her mouth was by his ear, " Please, just pretend to be my date. There's a guy that won't leave me alone."

Sirius' arms tightened around her and he pulled back to give her a warm smile. "Hello Love," he said loudly, "I hope you haven't had too much fun without me."

Adam had walked over to the two of them by this point, positioning himself uncomfortably close to her despite Sirius.

Sirius raised an eyebrow at her and pulled her into him, his hands a respectful placement on her waist.

"So, she belongs to you?" Adam scoffed.

Sirius flashed a tight smirk at him, "Y/N is my girlfriend, yes."

Adam leaned towards him, "Well between the two of us, you should make that more clear. Look at her! She's asking for male attention."

Sirius pushed forward so that he was standing in Adam's face, pushing Y/N to stand behind his shoulder with a protective arm separating her from Adam.

Sirius towered over him and had at least 70 pounds on him. He was dresses in his signature leather jacket and he'd let his facial hair grow out a little. Adam didn't stand a chance, but it got even worse when James and Lily walked over.

"What seems to be the problem, mate," James asked, standing next to Sirius. Lily pulled Y/N to stand next to her a little further back from the events that were unfolding.

Lily and Y/N had been decent friends in school. Lily wrapped an arm around he shoulders.

"Adam, thinks it's alright to make my girl uncomfortable and treat her like a piece of property," Sirius said.

James raised a brow, turning to look at Adam. "Is this true?" He asked.

Adam seemed to realize just how badly he'd fumbled as the two men stood shoulder-to-shoulder, blocking his view of Y/N completely.

"Listen, I think we got off on the wrong foot. I didn't mean to offend anyone," Adam said, stumbling over his words.

Remus had made it out of the bathroom and joined his two friends, assessing the situation.

"I think it's time for you to leave," Remus told him, a strong grip on Adam's shoulder as he guided him out of the building.

Y/N sighed in relief, sagging against Lily.

"Are you alright," Sirius asked. His face had softened and he kept a respectful distance between them.

Lily was rubbing her back, "Honestly, what an arse."

Y/N nodded, "I don't even know what happened. I tried to get away but he didn't let me." She turned to look into Sirius' grey eyes, "I can't thank you enough for your help. I'm really sorry for the trouble."

Sirius shrugged and swung his arm around James, "It's no big deal. Prongs and I get into trouble all the time, at least it was for a good reason this time."

James shook his head, "He's not wrong."

Lily turned to face her, "You should hang out with us tonight. If you're not leaving, that is."

Y/N tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, "I'd really like that, actually."

"C'mon, you can sit next to me," Sirius told her, his face shining in excitment.

Y/N took a step with Lily, excited for the new path that she'd found under her feet.

[buttercream-squad-imagines]

Tinder in Real Life

Pairings: Harry Lewis x fem!Reader, Sidemen x platonic!Reader Word Count: 2k Warnings: Language some people may find offensive, sexual themes, recycled lines from Sidemen Tinder in Real Life because I'm not at all creative Request: Hey! Could you do reader x Harry imagine where the sidemen do a collab video with the reader who is also a big youtuber and Harrys celebrity crush. And during the video the reader is very flirty, leaving Harry a flustered mess when the flirting is directed towards him, but very jealous when its with any other sidemen.

The Sidemen were one of the biggest groups on YouTube and one that you were very familiar with. At the age of 23, you were a fair bit younger than some of its oldest members but yet you had a close relationship with JJ, whom you had met through YouTube.

You had started your channel when you were 17, just under four years ago, making makeup videos, which was a passion of yours when you were younger. Not that you were any good at it back then. Those videos quickly become unlisted when your channel started blowing up in late 2016, now nearing 20 million at the present time.

It wasn't long before you expanded your horizons and had started making different sorts of videos, including vlogs of your everyday life - which wasn't and still isn't that exciting in your opinion - and those where you just had a laugh, attempting to do stupid challenges that were so popular back then. It was those, however, that grew your channel. Your fans seemed to love them and so you gradually started to make more.

As your small channel began to grow significantly, it caught the attention of KSI, a member of the Sidemen, who reached out to you to for a collab. You were ecstatic. You couldn't believe it at the time, why would someone like KSI with 20 million subscribers want to collaborate with you? By that time, you couldn't exactly call yourself a small channel anymore, with almost 5 million subscribers but it still didn't make any sense to you.

You and JJ quickly bonded after filming together. You had a very similar sense of humour and interests. As the years went, the older boy became one of your best friends, the nature of your relationship being very teasing and flirtatious but the both of you knew it was a joke. It was just the way you both were.

Though despite having known him for nearing 3 years now, you had never met the rest of the Sidemen, with the exception of Simon, as he lived with JJ. Which is why when he texted asking you to collaborate with the Sidemen, you couldn't turn the offer down. You were a fan of the group and the content they were producing. You thought the videos that they made were exceptional, that they were pushing the envelope of the standard of content on YouTube and often found yourself excited for new videos.

He had explained that they were filming another of their 'Tinder in real life' but a YouTuber version with the likes of BambinoBecky and ChiWithAC. You were so excited. You were finally going to meet the rest of JJ's friends and you had the opportunity to be a part of a Sidemen Sunday.

You arrived at the studio the boys were filming at in the afternoon, finding and greeting JJ before he introduced you to the other sidemen in addition to Lux, Freezy and Stephen.

"And you've already met Simon." He finished.

"Yeah. Nice to finally meet you all. JJ tells me a lot about you guys." You laughed.

"Because that's assuring." Ethan pointed out with a chuckle, the other boys letting out agreements.

"Not all bad, I promise." You teased, winking at him. Ethan felt the blood rushing to his face, immediately becoming flustered and stumbling over his words. You found that you often had that effect on people as you could be very direct and flirtatious even when you didn't mean it. To you it was just friendly banter.

"Geez Y/N, stop flirting with people you met literally five minutes ago." JJ rolled his eyes.

"You sound a bit jealous, Jide." You smirked, a teasing grin spread across your face.

"Nah, allow it." There were eruptions of laughter around the room, coming from the boys. You were quick to notice Harry standing out of the way and was significantly quieter than the others, with what seemed to be a forced smile on his face.

Harry was in his own head, barely paying attention to what was going on around him. When JJ had told him that you were going to be in the next Sidemen video, he panicked. You were an accomplished YouTuber who he was quite fond of to say the least. Well, that would be an understatement, he had a fairly large crush on you. A crush that no one but Freezy and Lux knew about.

He knew that JJ had been friends with you for some time now but never considered the possibility of even meeting you. His anxiety acted as a barrier to even the thought of it. But he was currently in the same room as you and had said nothing more than a short 'hello'. He longed to have the confidence Ethan had to speak to you, even more so for you to look at him the way you were.

Already you were flirting with JJ and Ethan, something that caused a pit to form at the bottom of his stomach. He wouldn't admit it, but he could slowly feel the jealousy forming. Not that he had anything to be jealous about in the first place!

You continued to speak with the boys as you got your mic set up, telling them stories you were sure would embarrass JJ.

"Y/N, stop." The older boy whined. He could be like a child sometimes, but it was one of his more endearing qualities. He simply wouldn't be JJ if he wasn't.

"No, carry on." Simon laughed.

"Oh, don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from." You teased.

"I think it's time we started, don't you think?" Harry grumbled.

"Right." You smiled at the boy, who's cheeks became tinted red. He ducked to hide his face and walked around to stand in the line, hiding himself in the middle.

"Hi, I'm Y/N, I'm 23 and I'm from Y/H/T." You spoke to the camera once you were given the go ahead.

"I'm Simon, I'm 28. I like to practice safe sex."

"Always a good start."

"I could tie you to the bed, so you don't fall off." He finished with a giggle. You acted like you were pondering it for a moment before letting out a laugh and swiping right.

"I'm down for that." You teased. The boys all let out rumbles of laughter

"Hi, I'm Ethan, I'm 26 and kiss me if I'm wrong, but you're gonna swipe right."

"What would you rather?" You joked. Ethan shrugged his shoulders and walked closer to the board, sticking his head through with his lips puckered, eliciting a cry of protest from Harry that this wasn't allowed. You laughed and made an over exaggerated motion to swipe to the right, causing him to pout playfully but walked over to the right anyway.

"Hi, I'm Josh, I'm 28. KSI has a top ten single, but you're the only hot single I can see."

"Wow, that was smooth!" You said with a grin. "Definite yes from me."

"I'm Callum, I'm 26. Are you into fitness?" Freezy asked.

"Can't say I am." You replied, unsure of what turn this could take.

"How about you fitness dick in your mouth?"

"I wouldn't get too excited babes, I gag on my toothbrush." You laughed. "We could try though."

You swiped right on him, chuckling as you watched him let out a yes before joining Simon, Ethan, and Josh. You frowned slightly, a crease forming between your brows as you saw Harry whisper something furiously at his friend but ultimately got distracted by Vik stepping up to go next.

"I'm Vik, I'm 25. My ex-girlfriend always said I'd never do better than her, wanna prove her right?" You could hear the cries of the boys in the background, some scolding him, others laughing.

"Man actually said prove her right. Not wrong." JJ shrieked with a shocked look on his face, holding his head with his hands.

"You need to find someone for that." You snarked, swiping left on the boy, who shrugged and walked off.

"Damn! You got told!" Lux cackled.

"Uh hi. I'm Harry. I'm uh 25, no I'm not I'm 24." He stumbled. "Are you sure you're a muggle? Because that ass is magical."

"You should see how magical it can be." You spoke before cringing at yourself and laughing, swiping right to avoid a reply. The boy's face grew a bright shade of red, closely resembling the colour of a tomato.

"Geez, is that an offer?!" Freezy yelled from the right side. You laughed, observing how Harry whispered furiously to the boy to stop and winked at him once he had could see. Your laughter only increased as you watched JJ step up.

"I'm JJ. I'm 28 and are you a raisin? Cause you're raising my dick." The boy in question stood in front of you so confidently, hands clasped together in front of him so seriously that you just lost it. By the time you composed yourself, there were tears almost falling from your eyes.

"A* for effort." You laughed, swiping right eliciting a cry of success.

You had wrapped up filming your segment of the video, which conveniently was the last of the day. You found JJ who you spoke to whilst the other boys were otherwise occupied talking to each other.

"Cheers for coming, Y/N/N. You've been great."

"Anything for you." You joked.

"Don't tempt me." He laughed. You could feel eyes on you, eyes that were burning into your side. You turned your head to see Harry staring you and JJ down before looking away after being caught in the act, and suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

"Does Harry not like me or something?" You whispered to JJ, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden.

"Not that I know of." He frowned looking at the younger boy. "He can be a bit awkward at times and gets flustered a lot."

"Right." You agreed. You excused yourself before sauntering up to the boy in question, calling his name to snap him out of the daze he appeared to be in.

"Oh, um hey Y/N." He stumbled.

"Hi." You smiled gently. "I uh, I was just wondering, do you... have I done something to offend you?"

"Offend me? Why, uh, why would you think that?" He rambled.

"It's just... it's nothing, it's probably just me overthinking things." You waved it off, feeling like a complete idiot.

"I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I don't like you. I don't not like you, in fact I really like you! Oh, um I mean I like you, you're very pretty." The boy couldn't stop rambling which made you laugh. "No, wait."

"You think I'm pretty?" You blushed interrupting him. Harry felt his mouth go dry, not being able to get anything coherent to come out. "Well, Harry, I really like you too."

"What?" His eyebrows shot up so far it was almost comical. "Really? So, you don't like the other guys?"

"What? No." You laughed. "That's absurd. Why would you think that?"

"You seemed very..." The boy trailed off, not wanting to offend you after you had admitted to liking him.

"Flirty?" You finished, causing him to nod. "I'm like that with everyone, I don't mean to be half the time."

"Oh."

"Well, how about you give me your phone number and when you finally grow a pair, you can ask me out?" Your confidence levels had shot up spontaneously.

"Uh, sure." His cheeks had become a dark shade of red as he passed his phone to you so you could put your number in. You kept looking up at him as you typed, putting your name under 'Y/N x' in his contacts before handing it back to him.

"Y/N! Come on! We're going to Nando's!" JJ called from the other side of the room.

"Call me." You winked. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth and was currently the only thing from stopping the wide grin from spreading across your face. A grin that hadn't disappeared from your face for the rest of the day, much to the curiosity of JJ, who was disappointed when you refused to tell him why, or more appropriately who, had put the smile on your face.

[bi-bard]

First Kiss - Team Free Will 2.0 Preference (Supernatural)

Title: First Kiss

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Jack Kline

Requested: Nope

Word Count: 1,698 words

Warning(s): mentions of death and violence

Author's Note: I wanna write more preferences!!

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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Dean Winchester (Season 11):

I sat across from Dean in the bunker library. I felt like he hated me now. I had lied to him for months. Now, Charlie was gone and the darkness was loose.

He wouldn't look at me. He just stared at the lore book and let me watch him.

"Dean," I said softly. He didn't move.

I have never been as scared as I was now. I had faced demons and angels and leviathan but... Dean hating me... it was something I didn't want to face.

I took a deep breath, gathering my courage, "Dean."

"What," he asked, looking up at me. His glare made me want to crumble and avoid the subject.

"I'm sorry," I said in a damn-near pathetic tone.

He sat silently. Dean Winchester... king of bottling up emotions.

"I wanted to tell you but Sam insisted we didn't and I didn't think he'd let me help if I said anything," I continued. "It feels stupid because I should've just fucking said something and said screw the consequences but I kept seeing you seem scared of yourself. I just... I thought I was helping and now I know I wasn't. I am so... so sorry. And I know that doesn't make up for anything but... I'm not gonna stop trying. I'm not."

As I spoke, Dean stood up and walked around the table to stand next to my chair. I stood up and hugged him tightly.

"You don't have to forgive me, but I wanna know you hear me," I muttered. My face was half-hidden in his chest. His arms wrapped around me.

I looked up at him, seeing a few tears falling from his eyes. I reached up and cupped his cheek. He closed his eyes for a moment before looking at me again.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered.

I went to lean in and kiss his cheek. It was a sign of comfort. That was it.

However, before I made contact, Dean turned his head. I pulled back as soon as our lips touched, but Dean grabbed my waist so I wouldn't move.

There was a moment of silence.

He kissed me again, barely longer than the last one. Careful and hesitant. I let him. I didn't pull back or push anything further. I just let him kiss me softly until he just barely pulled away.

"Dean," I mumbled.

He grinned softly, resting his forehead on mine, "Was that okay?"

"Y-Yeah," I nodded. "It was... definitely okay."

"I could never hate you," he promised quietly. It was like he had read my mind earlier. I grinned softly, feeling more tears in my eyes.

Dean closed his eyes for a moment. I did too. It felt like things were getting better. They weren't fixed- nowhere close- but they were better.

Sam Winchester (Season 8):

Being friends with the Winchesters often meant meeting randomly on hunts. You would stumble into the same bar or diner and it wouldn't take long to figure out you were both looking for a case. It was normal.

For the Winchesters and me, it happened far too often. Seriously, it was to the point where we both made jokes about stalking one another.

It was after one of those many hunts that Sam asked me out to dinner. One nice, calm thing in the midst of complete chaos. I accepted.

We ended up at a restaurant a few towns over from the hunt. We used my car because Dean really wanted to get back to their new bunker.

It was weird... in a nice way.

It wasn't uncommon for us to talk about personal things but we were usually pulled away from the subject by hunts and lore. Now, I was sitting and laughing as Sam told me about Dean's often stupid drunk antics.

"I... I had a nice time tonight," I said as we walked to my car. We weren't even saying goodbye for the night but it felt like the right time to say it.

"Me too," Sam replied. I was about to get into the driver's seat when he spoke up, "(Y/n)..."

"Yeah," I asked, freezing by my door. He seemed to bite his tongue. "Sam..."

"Sorry," he chuckled. "I just haven't done the date thing in a while."

I chuckled too, "Me neither. It was much nicer than finding someone at the bar."

He nodded.

I took a deep breath and stepped closer to him. Sam just smiled at me. I leaned up and pressed my lips to his softly. His hands touched my back, pulling me closer as I touched his shoulders.

It was slow and gentle. Everything I wanted it to be.

I pulled away slowly, not wanting to move away completely... not yet.

"Maybe we can do this again, Winchester," I mumbled with a grin.

"I'd like that," Sam replied before leaning in and kissing me again.

Castiel (Season 13):

After a long hunt that included Dean nearly sacrificing himself, I was more than relieved to curl up in the backseat of Baby and try to sleep on the drive home.

Dean was driving and Sam was sleeping in the front seat.

Then, my phone rang.

I looked at the unknown number and assumed it was one of Jody's or Mary's burner phones. I just answered it.

"Hello," I said, seeing Dean glance at me through the rearview mirror.

"(Y/n)," an all too familiar deep voice replied.

My heart dropped. I felt the air knocked from my lungs. He was supposed to be dead. Gone.

"I-I'm sorry," I mumbled, voice shaking. Dean looked at me again, hitting Sam's arm. Sam looked back at me.

"(Y/n), it's me," Cas said again. "It's Cas."

"Pull the fucking car over," I looked at Dean. He just listened to me. "Where the fuck are you?"

"I... I don't know," Cas stammered. I looked to Sam for help. "I'm using a payphone."

"Stay where you are, okay," the tears had started to fall by now. "We'll- We'll find you. I promise."

My voice started falling into a whisper as I continued mumbling.

"Okay," Cas replied. "I'll see you soon."

"Mmhmm," was all I could get out. I hung up and handed my phone to Sam. "Trace it. Find it. Do something."

"Who was it," Dean asked as Sam got his laptop and getting to work.

"C-Cas," I said. I was shaking and watching Sam. Dean turned around and reached out for my hand. "It... It was Cas."

A few hours later, now nearly three a.m, we turned into an alleyway.

There he was. Castiel. Angel of the lord. Love of my life... though I hadn't told him that.

I got out before Dean and Sam could move or tell me to wait.

Cas was crying too as I walked over to him.

"(Y/n), I'm sor-"

I cupped the sides of his face and pulled his lips against mine. It was a bit rougher than I had hoped our first kiss would be, but I still clung to him, my hands moving to grab onto the edges of his trenchcoat. His hands touched my waist, wanting to pull me even closer than I already was.

"I love you," I whispered to him, barely pulling away. Our noses still touching. "I'm sorry I never told you before but I love you so much."

"I love you too," Cas mumbled, kissing me again.

It was much softer this time.

"So much," he spoke against my lips.

My hands loosened around his jacket, now knowing that he wasn't going to just disappear. We only pulled away when we heard the other doors to Baby open and close.

I stepped back so he could see Sam and Dean. They both took their turns hugging him. Once they both stepped back, Cas grabbed my hand.

It felt like I was pulled back to the ground for the first time. Cas was home and he was mine. Things had been fixed by... someone.

Jack Kline (Season 14):

Watching Jack die was a terrifying moment for all of us. I sat next to their bed, trying not to cry as I kept them company during the inevitable.

We had been closer than they had been with the Winchesters. Them and Cas had a different kind of bond altogether. Jack and I were absolute best friends. Movie nights and practicing powers. We backed each other up on hunts. We were just... close.

Then, the boys brought them back.

They each took their time hugging them when they looked at me over one of the brothers' shoulders. I smiled at Jack. They stood up and walked over, hugging me tightly. They hid his face in my neck, arms wrapped tight around me. I closed my eyes. I put one hand on the back of their head and the other on their back.

"You're back," I mumbled. "You're safe."

Later that night, Jack and I were sitting in my room. I was showing them one of my favorite movies. It was our first calm night since they had collapsed after a coughing fit.

There was a moment where I looked over at Jack with a grin. I just watched him, closely. I was almost in wonder. They were here and they were safe. I had them back.

Jack turned to me as I stared, "Are you okay?"

My breath almost stopped when I realized how close our faces were. I nodded at them. They didn't move. They just seemed to study my face.

"Can I kiss you," they asked.

I spent a few moments in stunned silence. I just looked into their eyes silently before I nodded.

Jack made the first move.

They leaned forward and barely connected our lips. Soft and gentle. We sat there with our lips touching.

I slowly started to properly kiss them. I leaned in more, taking the lead of the moment. I reached over and grabbed their hand. Jack's lips followed my lead. I pulled back in a matter of seconds.

"I liked that," Jack mumbled. "We should do that again."

I nodded, "Whenever you want."

Because I would never complain about getting to feel their lips against mine again.

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[valentine-writes]

can you do thoma romantic hcz,,, 🤲

thoma x reader general hcs !

↳ ft. thoma

「 gn! reader, romantic relationship <3 」

author's note: ´͈ ᵕ `͈ <3 aaa!!!!! u should know that i luv luv luv thoma and am so happy 2 write these up 4 u!!!! spelling mistakes + grammar errors will probz b here im so sorry :((

▸ i feel like when thoma falls in love, he takes it very seriously and cherishes the feelings he holds

▸ and you?? thoma loves you so much it's absurd. when he's not busy serving the kamisato's or helping others, he's immediately by your side, wondering if you need anything

▸ the way he expresses his love is mainly through acts of service. if you need absolutely anything, he's already on it. though, considering thoma already lends this sort of help to others on a daily basis, you'd think that these gestures would be a little unrecognizable as something romantic, right?

▸ nope. it's just the slightest bit more obvious. if you just slightly express any sort of need for something or require some sort of service, he'll offer his help a little quicker than usual. you could clear your throat around him and he's already there with a cup of water

▸ i swear thoma is the biggest sweetheart. he's caring, polite, and always offers to pay for your meals together.

▸ he's not... irresponsible with mora. but he definitely doesn't hold back on purchases either, especially when it comes to you

▸ if you want to treat thoma to lunch, you best pay the bill in advance or be willing to fight him over it. he'll thank you endlessly for paying though, he really appreciates how you're willing to do things for him too. next time though, he's a lot quicker to pay the bill

▸ he loves running errands with you! little things like grocery shopping, delivering things to others- thoma is happy to have your company. it does get a little tiring doing everything on his own, even though he's always saying that it's not all that bad and he's used to multitasking. he likes what he does, but you can't help but notice he keeps pushing aside his own needs for others :(

▸ so when you decide to get him to rest and take up errands for him that day- you have never seen thoma more flustered. stumbling over his words about how you really didn't need to do all this for him and how he's alright- he feels super loved by your care and can barely express it

▸ honestly, just seeing you makes his day! your presence puts the brightest smile on his face, so he hopes that he's not being too clingy when he asks for your time and company whenever he's off

▸ he loves noticing the little things that you do. they melt him completely: the way you say his name, the way you talk about your passions, your sense of humor- he can't get enough of it.

▸ there's one thing he can never seem to overcome however, something that will make him blush no matter what: he absolutely adores the compliments you give him

▸ he's always quick to return the compliment back, (which is impressive because your verbal affection makes his brain go fuzzy) but thoma will be thinking of it all. the. time.

▸ i can literally not get this thought out of my head- thoma is one of those people who love matching with their s/o's.

▸ matching bracelets? matching bracelets. he starts wearing it 24/7 and if anyone asks about it, his faces heats up as he tries to explain that he's matching with you. he likes keeping a little piece of you with him

▸ i saw someone hc that thoma is a good singer and now i'm gonna cry over it- he probably has the world's sweetest singing voice. if you ask him to sing something for you, i think he'd try to deny that he can sing at first or downplay his skill but celestia would BOW to his lovely voice. eventually, when you convince him, he sings the most lovey dovey and sappy song ever. and you can't get enough.

▸ but it's payback time! his super secret talent is out to you, so now everytime he sings around you, he makes it a duet and won't continue if you don't do your part. don't leave thoma hanging :] !

▸ ohhh my gosh..... slow dancing in the kitchen to music as thoma hums along, lovingly holding you >>>