#yeah don‘t get me started on this picture

[rafesslxt]

MISS YOU | r. cameron

summary: you and rafe have a secret relationship but rafe starts to miss you, not being able to spend much time with you without people seeing you together. - based on this request

warnings: fluff, none really, included picture of chat between rafe and reader, reader is John B‘s sister.

words: 1,7k

"Sarah!" I laugh loudly, running away from her through her garden. "I‘m gonna get you!" she giggles and runs after me. We‘re currently in her garden with her Dad and Rose, them sitting on the porch with cocktails and whiskey while Sarah, Wheezie and me run around with water guns.

I run behind Rose, knowing Sarah would never shoot her with water. "Girls!" she says in a warning tone, looking right at Sarah in front of her, holding the water gun up. "Sorry Rose." Sarah says and shoots water out of it, trying to wet me but only hitting Rose.

I run away again and shout "Sorry Rose!", looking behind me. I see Ward laughing at his wife, while Wheezie laughs at her too. Suddenly I bump into something hard, making me almost fall down on my ass but two hands catching me. "Woah, easy there." I look up and see the face of my boyfriend Rafe, grinning down at me cheekly. My cheeks heat up when he licks his lips. "Sorry." I giggle and he let‘s go of my hands.

Rafe and me are in a secret relationship, only Sarah knows about it. But the rest of the kooks and pouges don‘t. We just wanted to enjoy ourselves so we decided to not tell anyone but Sarah, since she‘s my best friend and also the girlfriend of my brother John B.

When we told her she was getting all red - faced and mad but then I reminded her that she‘s with my brother. "Oh - was that how you felt?" she asked to which I just laughed and nodded. "But this is different! It‘s Rafe!" she tried to argue. "Hey!" Rafe warns her making me laugh again.

His family loves me but same reason there. We just wanna enjoy what we have, just for us. Plus I just know If Wheezie knew, the whole island would know the next day. So sometimes Sarah covers me and I cover her when she‘s with my brother.

"I missed you.." he whispers, while the rest of them was busy laughing at Rose. "Miss you too, Rafe." I say smiling up at him. "What are you doing today?" he asks me, looking down at my pendant which lays on my chest. "We‘re with the pouges later, going surfing." "Hmm, maybe I‘m there later too." I chuckle and tilt my head. "You don‘t surf, Rafe." "Yeah but I can watch you." he grins before Wheezie comes to us.

"Ugh Rafe, stop botherin her. Sorry Y/n, just ignore him." she says rolling her eyes at him and pulling me back with her to Sarah. I look over my shoulder and mouth a 'i‘m sorry' at him.

We continue our little game until it‘s time for me and Sarah to go to the pouges. Rafe leaves with Topper in his car and Sarah and I in her‘s. When we arrive at the beach, the pouges are already there. "Jo I thought you guy‘s would never come!" JJ shouts from afar with wet hair and his surfboard in his hands. I see Sarah jogging towards my brother, kissing him on the lips. I make a gagging face before walking towards JJ, giving him a hug. "And miss surfing with you? Never." I joke and go to Kiara and Pope, greeting them too.

John B pulls me in a hug too but I laugh and push him away. "Ew stop, you just kissed my best friend." I joke while walking towards my board.

Just when I pull my top over the top of my head I hear my phone vibrating. I pull it out of my shorts, pulling them down too so I‘m in my bikini now. I see it‘s from Rafe so I turn around with my back to my friends so they couldn‘t see me writing, or with who.

With a smile I put my phone away, turning back to my friends. "What made you smile like that?" Kiara suddenly asks me, grinning at me. The rest of them looks at me too now. My gaze meets with Sarah‘s, seeing her biting down onto her bottom lip to try hide a smile as she knew exactly what did. "Uh – nothing. Just saw a cute video on tiktok." I lie, pressing my lips back together. I don‘t notice JJ walking behind me and snatching my phone from me. Fuck.

"Hmm let‘s see what really made you smile." he say‘s, unlocking my phone. I really need to change my code. But his attention wasn‘t long on my phone when John B groaned, making JJ look up from my phone. "What is -" he starts but stops when he follows my brothers gaze and rolls his eyes.

Rafe, Topper and Kelce are walking down the beach into our direction. I used the opportunity and snatched my phone back. "Hey young lady!" JJ scolds at me to which I only giggle and shrug eith my shoulders.

"What do you think they want?" Pope asks into the round. " It‘s the beach guys, maybe they just wanna go for a swim." I say, trying to calm them down a little. I see Rafe typing on his phone again just before my phone vibrates again.

'I‘m jealous of the people that can see you every day.' it kind of hit me right where it hurts, but not because he was mean or anything, but because what he wrote is the truth. Even If we see us every day, we don‘t see us every day. Last time we saw us he sneaked into my room at night with John B asleep in the room next to us. We had to be quiet and were up until the sun was out again. Around 6am he left before John B woke up. Most of the time we just sneaked into each others room or Sarah and I switched cars so no ine would notice the wrong car parking in front of the house.

I sigh and look up, watching him and his friends walking over to us. "Wow Sarah, you really did make an upgrade with him huh?" Topper talks first, still mad that she chose my brother over him. Normally I would just sit back and enjoy their shit show but when someone says about my family, I‘m in for it.

I throw my phone away to my clothes, walking up towards Topper. "What? Still mad that Sarah chose someone who’s better?" i say, looking up at him. "Funny you say that y/n. Last time I heard your name was when your Dad went missing." JJ had to pull me back before I could punch him, ready to do so. "Just continue talking Topper and your Mom is gonna miss her son." He starts laughing sarcastically and shakes his head. "Watch your mouth you little slut before I -" but he got interrupted by Rafe.

"Man that‘s enough!" Everyone looked at him im confusion and shock. Topper turns his head towards Rafe, eyebrows raised. "What? Since when are you on their side?" he asks, feeling probably betrayed by his best friend. "No I‘m not! But she‘s no slut! You just hale it too far man."

"Are you hearing what I‘m hearing?" I hear Pope whispering to us, everyone nodding in unison.

Topper scoffs at his friend and shakes his hand. "Oh and how would you know? Didn‘t you hear what Corey said about her last – " Suddenly Rafe‘s temper get‘s the best of him and he grabs Topper by the collor of his shirt. "Because she‘s my fucking girlfriend and I know he‘s talking shit because she‘s been with me!"

Everyone went silent and I closed my eyes at his revealing. I took a deep breath before I opened them again. I gulp and look to my side where John B slowly looks from Rafe and Topper to me. "Tell me he‘s talking shit." he says in a calm voice. What‘s that saying? The calm before the storm?

"Uhm - well.. I wanted to tell you but -" "You can‘t be for fucking real! Are you really telling me right now my sister is dating Rafe Cameron?"

I swallow down the clump in my throat and take a short look at Rafe who just looks at me apologetic and let‘s go of Topper‘s collar. I look back at John B and try to find something to say. "You‘re with my best friend!" "That‘s different y/n! He‘s a kook!" "Uh last time I checked Sarah is a kook too!" I said, throwing my hands into the air.

"That‘s different. He‘s .. he‘s Rafe!" he says, glaring at me and then down to Sarah, seeing she‘s the only one who doesn‘t look suprised. "Wait.. did you knew about this?" he asks her, turning more towards his girlfriend now.

She starts blushing now, stuttering a little. "Well - he uh - he‘s my brother and.. it‘s the same when I date you, I guess?"

"Why didn‘t you tell us y/n?" JJ asks now. "Would you habe been mad at me?" i shoot back. "Of course! It‘s Rafe we‘re talking about!" "Well, that‘s why!" He scoffs and shakes his head. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that I love him and you can‘t do anything about it! He‘s my boyfriend and I am old enough to make my own decisions!"

"You love me?" i hear Rafe saying in a soft tone. It‘s now that I just realised what I said. We‘ve only been together for a few months now and no one said these words.. until now.

My cheeks heat up when I look at him shyly. "Yeah.. I do." He walks over to me and cups my face in between his hands. "I love you too, princess." he whispers before kissing me softly at first and then with more passion. I hear gagging noises and and a few "oh my god" "eeeeww" "lord help me" making me giggle against his lips.

"This feels like some bad type of Romeo and Juliet.“ Pope says awkwardly. "This is so fucked up." Kiara agrees. "This is so disgusting." my brother groans while Rafe picks me up, my legs wrapping around his waist.

That‘s where John B draws the line tho. "OH HELL NO!"

Uh excuse me? Why is this my first Rafe Imagine on here when he‘s my favorite??

Anyways, let me know If you liked it! 🫶🏻

my masterlist and my current 1000 follower special

Prequel to this story here, how they got to know each other.

xoxo sarah <3

[pitchsidestories]

underneath your clothes II Cata Coll x Reader

masterlist I word count: 1687

a/n: based off the cute request here. We're really craving a tattoo on our own now after finishing this oneshot. 😂

You knew tattoos were your passion since you had gotten your first one aged eighteen. So by opening your own tattoo studio with your best friend, you had fullfilled one of your life goals in the last year.

It was not always easy but you loved your job, especially when you could make your clients happy with your artwork. But at the moment, business was slow.

You were focused on wiping down the counter when your best friend and coworker Carla grinned at you: “Your favourite customer is back, y/n.”

Surprised, you looked up and saw someone walk towards the door of your studio: “What? Oh, she‘s not my favourite customer, Cata has been her only once before.”

“She‘s still your favourite.”, Carla shrugged with a smug look on her face.

You grimaced at her: “I don‘t have favourites.” Turning to your customer, you greeted her: “Cata, hi.”

“Hi.”, the goalkeeper smiled at you.

“You‘re here for another tattoo?”, you asked politely.

She nodded: “I am.”

“Do you have something specific in mind?” You noticed her gaze linger on the inked skin of your left arm.

“Uhm, yeah…”, she replied, catching herself and looking back at your face.

You bit back a smile as you thrust your arm in her direction to show her the floral tattoo wraping around your forearm: “Liking this one?”

Catas cheeks reddened: “I do. It‘s beautiful.”

“Thank you.”, you replied. You could feel Carlas eyes on you.

“But I actually wanted to get something for my sister today. Maybe next time.”, Cata explained.

“Oh, that‘s sweet.”

The football player continued while she gestured towards her upper arm: “Yeah, I want it to be on my arm. I was thinking about a wave or something.”

“Is there a meaning behind the wave?”, you asked curiosly while simultaneously trying to picture the perfect tattoo for her.

Cata nodded with excitement: “Yes, we grew up in Mallorca…”

“Thats is adorable. I love when people tell me the meaning of their tattoos.”, you happily replied while getting your sketchbook.

“Ever been to the island?”, Cata asked while she watched you starting to draw different kinds of waves.

Without looking up from your work, you explained: “Actually, yes. My mother was born there and part of her family still lives there so we spend all of the vacations in my childhood there.”

You could hear the astonishment in her voice: “Wait, you did?”

“Yes.”

“That‘s a funny coincidence.”

You slid the sketchbook in Catas direction so she could have a look: “Who knows, maybe we‘ve met each other before without knowing. So which wave do you like best?”

The goalkeeper looked thoughtfully at the drawings in front of her:” I like that one.”

With a dreamy smile on her lips Cata continued: “This is a nice thought actually. That we might have already met before.”

“I agree.”, you responded in a warm tone.

“I’m going to the coffeeshop, would you two like an iced coffee?”, Carla chirmed.

“Sure.”, you nodded.

“Nothing beats iced coffee on a warm spring day.”, the Barcelona player confirmed.

“So true.”, you agreed.

After Carla left the coffeeshop Cata promised you with a wink:” Next time, I’ll bring you an iced coffee before I show up.”

“You want another one already? Don’t you get into trouble for it from your coach or something.”, you raised an eyebrow at her.

Confidently she waved it off: “Oh, no. If it’s done in my free time, he can’t say anything about it.”

“Okay, good.”, you sighed relived.

“Don’t worry. I won’t get in trouble.”, the professional athlete replied.

“I’m glad to hear that.”

“Also, it’s just a small one.”, Cata reminded you while you were drawing the wave on her skin with a needle.

For a moment you looked up from your work:” Right.”

Meanwhile Carla had returned, bringing the coffees immediately to both of you:” Hey girls, I’m back.”

“Thank you, Carla.”, you answered sincerely.

“You’re welcome.”, she mumbled.

You quickly took a sip from the coffee before asking her:” What do you think of Catas new tattoo.”

After your friend took a closer look at your art piece, she whistled: “Oh, this is nice.”

“It symbolizes my sister.”, Cata explained beaming.

“How cute.”, Carla smirked.

While they talked for a bit you added the finishing touches until the tattoo was done:” Now you’re ready to go, Cata.”

“Thanks. I love it.”, the goalkeeper told you happily.

“My pleasure.”, you said and meant every word whole heartedly.

She stood up excitedly:” I’ll call you soon for a new appointment.”

“Alright.”, you answered.

After Cata has left your best friend declared dramatically:” That poor girl.”

“What?”, you frowned at her.

“Oh please, don’t play dumb.”, Carla begged you groaning.

This was the moment you realized what she has been hinting at:” Don’t worry. Next time, I’ll ask her out.”

Normally you didn’t open to customers like you did with the Barcelona player. Even though it was you who was the person who has seen her upper body without clothes, her dark eyes seemed to have seen right through you.

“You should.”, your friend grinned.

You couldn’t help but to blush as you thought about Cata:” She’s so cute, Carla.”

“I could tell that you thought that.”

Guys! Cata has a crush on her tattoo artist!“, Claudia yelled full of excitement.

The other Barcelona players looked up from their team dinner with varying degrees of curiousity and surprise while Catas cheeks turned red. A minute ago, she had just shown her new tattoo to Claudia and Patri but the youngest midfielder had immediately caught on as she heard the way Cata talked about her tattoo artist.

“Oh, that’s why she’s getting so many tattoos recently!“, Ona exclaimed with laugh.

“That’s not true.“, Cata tried to defend herself.

Mariona just smiled sweetly at her: “That’s so cute, Cata.“

“Guys, stop.“

When Alexia finally spoke up, Cata had hoped that she would call her teammates back to order but instead she just tilted her head: “So, when are you going to see her again?“

“Whenever I get my next tattoo?“, the goalkeeper shrugged.

Patri raised an eyebrow: “And that’s soon?“

“I mean I do have an idea for the next one.“, Cata admitted with a small smile on her lips.

Salma shared a knowing look with Patri: “Guess this means very soon.“

Cata was back at your tattoo studio only a few weeks after her newest tattoo, this time with an iced coffee in hand. You caught yourself smiling subconsciously as you watched the football player walked in.

“Hi Cata.“, you greeted her and gratefully took the drink from her that she handed to you. “Thank you for the coffee.“

Cata smiled as you took a sip: “Told you, I’d bring you one.“

“Appreciate it.“

It was the perfect mix of sweet and bitter. Exactly how you liked it. You set down the coffee on the front desk and thoroughly looked at the goalkeeper: “But you know that you don’t have to get tattoos all the time to ask me out on a date.“

You rolled your eyes with a chuckle.

Cata looked at you dumbfounded: “Wait, what?“

“Cata, would you like to go on a date with me?“, you asked politely.

Her face immediately lit up: “I would love to.“

“Great.“, you said and had to bite back a laugh as Carla pumped her fist in excitement behind Cata.

But the goalkeeper caught your attention again: “When is your shift over?“

“At 5 pm.“, you replied truthfully.

Cata nodded with a big grin on her face: “I’ll pick you up then?“

You nodded happily: “Yes, okay.“

“Perfect.“

Cata left the studio without a tattoo this time but she did leave the feeling of butterflies in your stomach instead.

At exactly 5 pm, Cata waited for you in front of the studio. From what you saw through the window, she looked great in her button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to showcase her tattoos. You could barely wait to close the studio.

When you finally locked the door behind yourself, the two of you awkwardly smiled at each other and you had to admit that Cata looked even better when she was right in front you.

You pointed at the picnic basket she was holding in her right hand: “Where are we going?“

“Just trust me, follow me.”, the goalkeeper replied warmly.

You didn’t know why but you trusted her immediately. Walking along side Cata made you feel safe and welcomed. When you reached the destination, you stood there in awe: “Oh my god, the view is stunning.”

“It’s, right?”, she grinned at you.

Truthfully you told her:” Yes, I love it.”

“I hoped you would.”, the player answered satisfied.

Watching at Barcelona from a distance made your worries surrounding your tattoo studio look small in comparison and you felt lighter in the company of the other woman, so you mouthed into her direction a heartfelt thank you.

“Here’s some food.”, Cata hummed, handing you some antipasti to eat.

Closing your eyes you mumbled:” It’s delicious.”

“Wine?”, she asked you, proving to be the perfect gentlewoman.

“Sure.”, you nodded, as the goalkeeper filled your glasses and you both took a deep sip.

“You know I would have come by to get a million more tattoos just to spend time with you.”, Cata confessed with a wink.

You looked into her eyes amused:” I do, so I had to save you from yourself.”

“That’s sweet. But I still want some more.”, the goalkeeper smirked.

Quickly you promised her:” You can get them one at a time.”

“I will.”

With that said you went forward to kiss her, she gladly replied to the kiss, pulling you closer to her, to fully embrace you in her strong arms.

A few weeks had gone by, and Cata and you were officially girlfriends. You were in the tattoo studio when Carla excitedly exclaimed:” Y/n? Thanks to your girlfriend a lot of her teammates have asked us to do their tattoos!”

Hearing that you hugged your girlfriend gratefully:” Love!”

“You’re welcome.”, Cata whispered.

[moonlightsapphic]

Y'all aren't ready for this storytime.

So in 9th grade, one of the loudest girls in our class fixated on making me her latest project. At the time, I was still learning to cope with (undiagnosed) selective mutism and was the weirdo in the class. S thought I was chill, and I just needed to socialise a little more: interact, take pictures with people, wear makeup.

As the months passed, we became really close. S was a bit of a disaster: Her family wasn't the most stable, and neither was her mental health. She was conventionally very pretty—curvy with silky waves dyed caramel, sharp facial features and confident poisture. She was a bit outspoken and active for the liking of most guys in our conservative south Asian small town, but just pretty and charismatic and elusive and ✨ deep ✨ enough (even as a teen) for men to overlook that and try to slide into her dms and such. S spent her teen years jumping from toxic relationship to toxic relationship—fortunately with people our own age only.

She was just the type to reel in my chronic empath, neurodivergent ass as well. I loved pleasing S, impressing her, hanging out with her, being vulnerable together, comforting her. She was one of the only people that could keep up with my hyperactive texting, and despite our big differences, we had enough common interests to have something to talk about nearly 24/7.

(Looking back, I can definitely see some neurodivergent traits in her as well.)

When I was deeply crushing on this dumb dude that I thought was the coolest because he played guitar, was good at math and expressed feelings™️ well, I was pretty private about it. S literally emotionally coaxed me into telling her the truth. We were up late texting; she was—unsurprisingly—pretty down and I was keeping her company. She asked, “You know, I consider you to be my closest friend, though I don‘t say it a lot ... Will you tell me the truth? Do you like him?” If I‘d read that in a book, I'd be sure there was some romantic tension between these two characters.

When I had my first weirdly-sexual gay dream at seventeen, I was alone in her room with S later that day and hyperventilating. I was already in a very monogamous (and boring, in restrospect) relationship with that same dude and very happy about it, but that moment truly was the first step in my bi awakening. (It was probably inspired by some of my favourite public figures of the time, like dodie, coming out and talking extensively about it.)

I distinctly remember this one night when my boyfriend (spoiler alert: he’s trash) had been mean and made me cry. I was scared he would break up with me in the morning over this one tiny little mistake I’d made. S stayed up with me all night, and by daybreak I felt a flicker of feelings deep inside, of possibilities.

Unfortunately, as we neared 12th grade graduation, S began to get more conservative. She started to put her religious beliefs above any and all personal principles she once had. Ergo, queer people are sinners and also women should cover up and listen to men plus the country should become a fully "Islamic state" and get rid of all other religious minorities to achieve doubtless true utopia.

Uhhh … yeah.

Incidentally, she seemed unworried about following the same rules herself—her “faith” really shone when she was telling other people what to do, or being bigoted against a certain (religious, racial, ethnic, queer, et cetera) minority group she herself didn’t identify with. It was really just an excuse to feed her ego, perhaps a coping mechanism even, and it was hypocritical.

Let me make it clear here that the beliefs she kept citing are mainly a very specific set of interpretations of Islamic scripture that’ve come to be widely taught in our region at this moment in time. They by no means reflect the beliefs of all Muslims (and, in this case, were very informed by the bigotry of the cis-heterosexual, perverted, greedy old men who historically created these rules to maintain their power). S here absolutely is not a representation of the lifestyle and disposition of every practicing Muslim person.

ANYWAY, she began to make remarks about me posting LGBTQ+ positivity content on my social media, or feminism of the brand she didn't like. In my conflicts with shitty dudes from school, she would only support me if her ~ beliefs ~ allowed it. Additionally, she’d always been pretty emotionally volatile, but it had gotten worse since graduating school—She would get mad or upset with me now for being absent, insensitive, et cetera, asking for reassurance but in intense defensive attack mode. It was behaviour I never encountered from any other platonic friend.

As you can see, S wasn't very good at maintaining boundaries, or being open to other points of view. Her negative approach to many things in life often rubbed off on me as well.

With time and growth I found more friends who were like-minded to myself, whom I didn't have to tiptoe around lest I offend them or set them off, who were far more loyal to me. I’m a sensitive person—and I found a warmer community, much better for my mental health. So in our twenties, S and I organically drifted apart.

When I (finally!) dumped my shitty boyfriend (he’d turned extremely sour over time because he hated that I’d grown a backbone), and began happily dating a woman that I was very much in love with at the end of the year, I realised that having friends who support my queer identity is non-negotiable to me now. Just interacting with the queerphobes from grade school hugely triggered me, and I decided I no longer needed to carefully maintain niceties with them.

And it would all have ended there, except S wasn’t having it. We had drifted apart a while ago, but as soon as she saw that I was posting a bunch of pictures with my girlfriend, she began spreading rumours trying to out the both of us.

(Mind you, we weren’t out to anyone yet at the time. S was purely speculating, but she was spot on—I just couldn’t really figure out why this was the thing she decided to fixate on.)

And then, as if she thought I would forgive her straightaway for attempting to out me, she started hitting me up in my dms every few months demanding I give her an explanation for why I abandoned her. Each time, I patiently told S it wasn’t intentional and I had had mental health troubles. (Namely, ADHD, which she herself had once convinced me was impossible.) If she truly wanted us to keep up with each other, she could just reply to my stories in good humour and ask me how I’m doing instead of repeatedly villainizing me out of the blue. (I never brought up the outing thing, or anything queer-related at all. I didn’t want to give her any more leverage than the bits and pieces of evidence she had dug up herself, conspiracy-style.) However, that would only keep her away temporarily.

Not going to lie, the way she kept coming back to gaslight me into taking her back was an exact copy of what my ex-boyfriend had done for months. It was hilarious, and tragic.

… And (I realised later) kind of gay??

She’s been in a relationship with a really docile (*cough* ball-less) dude who agrees with all her conservative principles since 12th grade. (Honestly, good for them, they deserve each other.) I don’t think S has ever had feelings for me as much as she simply felt possessive of me. She regards it as betrayal that I am happily out and queer, and she can’t tolerate that some other girl has replaced her as my one true ✨ gal pal ✨. She's jealous, but it's hard for me to believe her jealousy is purely platonic. It's like she wanted us to be a pair of suffering queers-in-denial sacrificing ourselves for neurotypical comphet society together, hand in hand, forever. For the greater good.

How romantic.

I noticed a few weeks ago that she's finally removed me from all her social media—around the same exact time that my ex-boyfriend (whom I haven’t spoken to in years) blocked me.

Ah, two breakups that I initiated years ago coming back uninvited, for attention that I literally have zero interest in providing.

So bringing back this post:

Reading this was like a major brain go brrr moment to me, because I was like ??? That’s a queer thing??? No way???

And then I read through the comments and saw that every single sapphic person was like “uhhh yep we never dated though good riddance,” or “ugh yes and we ended up dating and it was so toxic we broke up soon after good riddance”.

For the first time in my life, I actually considered that S might not have been a straight queerphobe, but an incredibly suppressed dumpster fire of a queer person with extreme internalized homophobia.

And … it all fits.

She's always been sultry and glamorous in a distinctly sapphic way; I just never was able to exactly put my finger on it. (In high school, sometimes I'd look her up and down and go whoa.) I can totally imagine a parallel universe in which we forget men and attempt to date each other instead. After the first few months of euphoria, she’d probably get us into an anxious-avoidant trap the same way my ex did. She’d cheat on me with a man because of her internalised homophobia, then dump me and come back crying to gaslight me a dozen times. It would take me much longer to get rid of her than it did to get rid of my dumb man ex—because ✨ shared queer trauma ✨.

I really, really dodged a bullet with that one. My girlfriend is the most wonderful, soft, and nurturing person I know, and she is my soulmate in more ways than one. I am very happy, and this is your PSA to not just date the one other queer person in your vicinity when you know you aren't good for each other. Be like me—run.

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alright, i need to ramble about something incredibly niche and specific to me that it probably won‘t bother anybody else. but.

being online too much, specifically being in this fandom too much, seriously fucks with my head sometimes. i already have a really hard time trusting my own head because during bad weeks, eighty percent of it is filled with intrusive thoughts that aren‘t true anyways. i‘m slowly learning how to not believe them, how to recognise them and anchor my trust in other things. but i‘ve only started on this process and i have twenty-two years of habits to unlearn, so it‘s gonna be another while before i‘m at a good place i think.

in the mean time, i‘m still going to struggle with my own perception of the world. most times, i don‘t know how to correctly judge a situation or completely misjudge something. my confidence in myself is completely shattered because i can‘t trust my own thoughts, and so i‘m very careful about making quick and harsh judgements about others, especially in online spaces where all i know about the person are a profile picture and a display name. i screenshot a lot of things and send them to my friends to ask for their opinion, to ask for reassurance and test out where my current thoughts lay and how much i can rely on them. and i don‘t ever call someone a term unless i thought it over at least 150 times.

others, as i‘m starting to see, don‘t think things over 150 times. they don‘t seem to think it over once, and sometimes they straight up lie about it or purposefully use a term that they know is not correct. to put this abstract statement into context: i just saw someone on twitter compile a list of „haters“ (their words) because these „haters“ expressed that louis is not on top of the priority list for going on tour and if they had to choose, they would choose someone else over louis. apparently, that is enough to warrant the term „haters“ and statement sentences like „they are louis haters as they choose others over louis.“

now, i‘ve seen plenty of others calling this person out and telling them that they‘re being ridiculous. which might also be the only logical thing to do, but it definitely wasn‘t my first reaction. my first reaction was to think „shit am *i* secretly a louis hater? have i just made it all up in my mind? am i a horrible person?“ (you get the picture) which might also seem ridiculous to you, fair enough, but if i hadn‘t seen those other people calling them out and explaining how that is not a fair conclusion to make, i think i would have spiraled a lot further and maybe even ended up convinced that i actually was a horrible person and i‘m just manipulating everyone into thinking i love louis. now think about what would happen if this was about something more serious than petty fandom fights.

i‘m fully aware that this is a me problem, and as stated above, i am working on it. i also have a wonderful support system with my friends and i know when to take some time away from being online. but still, i‘m sitting here, wondering, if it really is necessary for others to be so quick in calling names? because you can‘t tell me making a list of people and purposefully calling them „haters“ (when they probably knew fully well how it‘s not the truth) wasn‘t intentional? why do people feel compelled to lie so much? do they seriously not know that lying about these things can seriously fuck someone up and just don‘t care, or have they never taken a second to think about the power and range of their own words? because some people who were on that list were able to laugh it off, but if i had been on that list? yeah, no, i don‘t even want to think about the spiral that would have started. or what would have been at the end of that spiral for me.

i can‘t even remember anymore where i was going with this, but just. ocd and intrusive thoughts suck so much, and they affect fractions of your life and your self that you can‘t even begin to imagine until you actively live it yourself. i just wish that the one thing that has brought me so much joy over the years, a community that praises itself on being a loving and accepting community, would actually be nicer to each other and treat each other with respect. not everyone is equipped to brush things off, so many people are a lot more vulnerable to manipulation and gaslighting, and i wished that at least fandom could be a bit more gentle with it. i guess not though.

[annie2fannie]

okay so i don‘t even know if anyone is gonna see this post but i just gotta say it tbh

this yanderedev guy always gave me weird vibes. he‘s recently been exposed for being a p3doph1le but you could honestly piece that together from the very start of his game. how? because of the point system in yandere simulator

to explain this better, we have to start at the beginning :

where is Akademi High even located at? Akademi High is based in japan (judging by the names of the students, some of the posters in school, the yakuza, etc. etc.). Akademi High is therefore a japanese highschool so that means that the school system works a different way there (obviously). now just by a quick google search or maybe even asking a japanese person about the school system you can find out that NOT everyone in Akademi High is an adult

(even tho at the very start the game says everyone in this game is either 18 or above, this couldn‘t be possible because clearly not everyone in a Highschool would be 18 and above. that would either mean that they‘re super super super seniors and just dumb ass hell or that akademi is a university or a college (but it isn‘t))

now that would mean that all (or most students since i found out that year 12‘s are atleast 17-18 years old) students in Akademi High are teenagers and not adults. now here‘s the part where i accuse yanderedev of being a creep and a weirdo :

the point system in yandere simulator work as the following words describe it : p4nty shots are info points. how do you get them? by taking pictures of the girls‘ und3rw34r and sending them to info chan. now you see how i said earlier that most, if not all, students in Akademi High are teenagers? yeah.. so to put it in the most simple way ever : one of the many ways to get info points is to take disgusting pictures of underaged girls‘ p4nt1es.

and i‘m sure now you see why i say that this guy is a total creep and even a p3d0..

[bradshawsbaby]

One of my headcanons is that it was really difficult for Rooster and Hangman to start becoming friends, even after the mission. I picture their energy like that between Ross and Mike from Friends in that scene where they really don‘t have anything to talk about. But Phoenix and Mrs. Bradshaw won‘t let their mans not get along, so they start planning elaborate get togethers and activities for all of them in order for Rooster and Hangman to get to know each other.

But even after months of their best efforts, none of their plans bear fruit and they are incredibly frustrated that they can‘t get their two idiots to get along better.

So this one time they’re out on the town when Phoenix and Mrs. Bradshaw need to use the bathroom so they find the nearest sports bar. And while the girls go on about their business they leave their man alone at the bar. They order a beer and just sit in silence absently watching a football game on some dinky tv mounted above the bar.

Some off-hand comment of Jake‘s gets them talking and arguing. I picture it something like:

J: They should‘ve ran the ball. They were literally 4 yards from the endzone.

B: Their run game has been weak this entire season. Throwing was the right move even on third down.

J: Are you kidding me, if they‘d run a draw play they would‘ve had 6 now instead of having to kick a field goal.

B: You don‘t know that. The defense was on to their play calling the whole game.

Silence for a couple of moments

J: You play?

B: Yeah. Through college. You?

J: Yeah. me too. Which position?

B: Quarterback. You

J. Of course (eye roll). Running back.

B: Ah, makes sense. University of Georgie (or whatever). You?

J: University of Texas. Hook em horns.

Some more, slightly less awkward silence.

B: You were any good?

J: I could‘ve gone pro but i had a nasty knee injury junior year and I never really recovered. You?

B: Shoulder Injury.

They both nod at each other, a look of acknowledgment in their eyes as they clink their beers.

Meanwhile Phoenix and Mrs. Bradshaw watch from a distance.

P: What´s happening?

Mrs. B: I have no idea

Cue Rooster and Hangman shouting in unison

J: Dude, that‘s not holding!

B: Ref what are you doing, man?

Rooster and Hangman look at each other shaking their heads and throwing their hands in the air in disbelief.

J: What the hell was that?

B: Don‘t ask me. Refs these days, huh?

J: Totally man. Tragedy, they don‘t let them play like they used to.

B: You‘re taking the words out of my mouth, man.

Phoenix and Mrs. Bradshaw can‘t really comprehend what’s happening right now and just stare in disbelief.

Just two dudes drinking a beer and arguing/ watching football. And a beautiful friendship was born. Who knew that that was all that it took.

And they have been besties ever since, with regular football sunday barbecues and get togethers, especially once all the kids come along.

What do you think?

Aww, this is cute! I love how much thought and effort you put into this!

Since I don’t imagine Bradley and Mrs. Bradshaw meeting, or Hangman and Phoenix getting together, until after the events of the movie, this isn’t really how I see their relationship, but that’s the great thing about headcanons—everybody has their own and people can be as creative as they want!

Just as a little bit of random trivia since you mentioned where they went to college—according to Bradley’s file, he went to University of Virginia! And though it’s not blatantly stated, considering the giant class ring he wears, Hangman attended the Naval Academy.

[newtdoods]

I feel funny so take a part of the first chapter of the story of Minho :D

He never thought to fall for someone that bad. But here he is. All he could think about was him.

His eyes, his lips, his smile.

Him.

He thought about how it would be to hold his hand.

How it would be to be in his arms. How it-

A little shake on his shoulder pulls him back to reality.

„You okay, Kiddoh?“ his father looks at him, smiling.

To describe him, imagine an around 39 year old guy who has dark brown, wavy short hair and a beard. The deer-like-brown eyes (that‘s how Minho‘s other dad would describe those) behind glasses, are looking at his son. His smile is comforting.

„Uh yeah, sorry- just daydreaming.“ he answered.

Daydreamer is a good Noun to describe the 15 year old boy.

When he looks outside he can already see a lot of other students making their way to class or just talking with each other. The building itself has a big sign in front of it saying „San Dimas High School – The place your kids get high in life!!“

„Alright, here we are, don‘t forget your lunch and have fun.“ That is what his father said before the teen took his stuff and got out of the vehicle.

„Yeah yeah“ the young one smiles at the old guy and takes his stuff.

He waves his dad goodbye and goes into the school.

He looks around and puts his headphones in. His favorite song is playing while he walks through the hallway. Whoever decorates the school definitely has to get a new job. Plants being half dead in the corner or the weird pictures of smiling clowns on the walls, unsettle Minho.

The teachers say those do „motivate the students“. But Minho might have a different taste in „giving motivation“.

He walks through the hallway to his locker. It has little Pokémon sticker on it.

After he opens it and takes the stuff he needs for class, he turned around and bumps into another student.

„Oh uh sorry-„ he said and looked up. His heart jumped for a second.

Link was looking at him, smiling a bit.

Minho ran into the boy he admires so much.

Lincoln’s lips are moving.

But first of all: Minho listens to music very loud.

And Second: Minho is a disaster when he‘s with Link or thinks of him.

He just realized that he was staring at his crush just a second too long.

One blink.

A Second blink.

Then he finally realized that Link was talking to him.

He puts out his headphones.

„I am so sorry I didn’t know you would talk to me–“ the little disaster starts rambling without one thought brhindhis words.

Links looks at him a little confused, but then chuckles a bit.

„I just asked you if you‘re alright. But why would you assume that I wouldn‘t talk to you Minho?“

Minho was stunned.

„Yeah- I am- okay– thanks– and you? Also I thought, you know– I should go! See you in class!“ Minho says before getting any answer and rushes to class. His voice turned into a stitch–like voice again. This always happens when he is stressed.

While he walked, all he could think about was the dance on Friday. He doesn’t have anyone to go with… so maybe he can be brave for one time! One time getting confident and asking Link out. Maybe just asking him…

He imagines himself at the dance and Link as his partner.

Then he thinks about it a little too much and he starts to blush a little too much.

It feels like everyone is staring at him, knowing what he is thinking about. Judging him. He couldn’t blame them. His idiotic smile is showing, but he can‘t help it, so he tries to push his anxiety a little to the side of his brain.

„When are you going to ask him??“

Minho shrieks after realizing that Lilith was next to him. Minho didn’t even realize the other boy was next to him.

„Yeah gay boy, when are you shooting your shot?“

Minho shrieks again, because he didn‘t even realize Avery was on his other side.

„Holy shit, guys“ Minho holds his chest where his heart should be to be a little extra dramatic.

„Asking him for the dance could trigger the next heart event!“ Again Lilith. Minho loves the other boys' visualizations of making friends and „improving relationships“.

„Guys come on- I clearly don’t have a chance with him.“ Minho answers and sighs.

„But you still run after him, even though he does not call.“ Avery says it with a little sarcasm in their voice. That was the honesty Minho loves, but he does not believe in canceling culture like his friend does.

„Well, I can’t control those feelings- I can‘t choose who I like, whether they like me back or not“ Minho gets a bit sad while saying that.

„Anyway, are you guys going to the dance?“ he asked to get on mostly with other thoughts. Lilith shrugs a little and Avery shakes their head.

„I have better things to do“ Avery says. Their worms on string accessories are bouncing from their ears while walking.

„You could ask Link to go with you, Minho. What should happen?“ Lilith asked.

Minho panics again in his head. What if Link will avoid him? What if Minho takes someone’s crush? What if-

„Minho you‘re dissociating now.“ he looks at Lilith who smiles at him with comfort. Minho takes a deep breath to calm a little.

„Sorry“ he says.

„Just try it with a letter? I learned from started valey that you can trigger heart events with giving someone gifts!“

„Thanks Lilith“ Minho couldn’t help it but smiled.

A letter sounds like a good plan. So instead of paying attention to the class he writes a letter. He wrote dozens before but never gave them away. They either end up burning or tear up and thrown away.

The bell rings for the break. With a little bit more confidence the teen stands up and goes searching for Link.

But at the exact moment he found the one he was searching for, that was the moment his heart got scratched. Because when he entered the hallway where they were standing, he heard Scary say,

„I‘ll go to the dance with you Link.“

Clenching the letter to himself, Minho waits for Link‘s answer. He was trembling.

„Okay cool!“

Minho just stood there for a moment. Smiling. Not even one tear. Not even the feeling of getting sad or angry at that moment. He just dropped the letter that he wrote. He took care of every word in that letter.

He didn't say anything and just went back to the others. They seem to understand what is going inside his mind after they look at him. Lilith even tried to convince him that he should not give up on his Cush.

But there was no need for convincing. Minho gave away his heart and didn’t plan to take it back. You can‘t just stop having feelings for someone on purpose.

„You know? Let‘s grab some cupcakes. Cupcakes sound nice…“ he just says it with that smile.

Even after school his dads figure that something is wrong.

They ask if he is okay, but he doesn’t feel like talking about it, so his parents give him the space he wanted and needed. Minho knew that he did not have a chance. He knew that Link does not like him back. How could he?

Minho was always the nerdy shy boy who couldn‘t make it to talk with anyone. He is the kind of guy you see in the background.

Not a protagonist, no, not even a side character. People would lose interest when he does not open up, so he is happy that he found some people who like to talk to him. People like Avery, Lilith, Fennel…

And maybe Scary had a little crush on Link a little longer than he did?

He crawls into his bed and talks to Bingo, his dog, that he‘s gonna be okay with it. Telling himself giving his heart away was not wasted on that person. Bingo, the golden Retriever looks at him with comforting eyes. She was allowed to lay in Minho‘s bed and to cuddle.

As soon Minho was done talking to Bingo he drifted away to sleep.

It felt like the time passed too fast and it was already Friday evening. Tony just announced that they have to have a date for the night.

He doesn’t have a date, but Lilith helped him with the dress. It is a self made Mimikyu–themed dress and after hours of sewing and crafting, Minho carefully puts on the final result and looks at the mirror.

„Stunning!“ Lilith giggles happy and claps his hand for a little applause.

Minho smiles at him.

„Thanks dude.“ he says.

„Now come on, we gotta go and maybe you will have a great time!“ Lilith gives Minho more confidence and he forgets about Link for almost a second.

But when they arrived he saw him. His love standing in front of the building talking with his friends.

„Can we wait?“ - „Oh come on Minho!“ Lilith takes his hand and pulls him to the building.

Minho just stares at the ground, trying not to fall over his own feet. „Looking lovely nerds!“ that was one of the soccer players and Minho just ignored them. He takes a short look at Scary and Link.

And scary looks gorgeous!

He is happy for them. But there was also a little jealousy in his mind that talked to him.

After going into the Party he started to dissociate.

He even ignores the two random adults, who look the same, dancing old fortnight dances.

He ignores all the other students.

Silently watching Lilith go dancing with Taylor, who was wearing a cosplay. It makes Minho smile, because Lilith and Minho are like the other at this point.

But at some point Taylor just goes away, going to the toilets with the others.

Minho does not question it. He sits on a bench and just watches.

He starts daydreaming again. Imagining himself being a little Mimikyu waiting for Pikachu to notice him, but waits because he is too shy. These thoughts bring up a smile.

Even though Sandshrew is his favorite pokemon, he sees himself as Mimikyu.

His daydreams are getting disturb, but somehow everything for him went like slow motion.

Tony turns into a freaking monster, making people smooch.

Minho wasn’t affected by anything. He couldn‘t move. Not really realizing what is even happening there. It was like Minho was stunned.

Even after watching the others fighting Tony… after seeing Link, he secretly wishes that Tony got him and Link to kiss.

He shakes his head and blushes.

Stop being a creep, he thought to himself.

After everyone calmed down, nobody questioned anything and everyone started to continue to party.

The teen was confused by it, of course, but then ignored it after a few thoughts.

Minho looks at Teeny and realizes that it is not Normal in that suit. A little smile crosses his face. Minho knows exactly which voice belongs to someone else and that Normal is definitely shorter than this guy up there. But he was impressed by the dance.

Minho turns around to get outside and to call one of his dads. Enough social interactions for the day, he thought.

But suddenly Teeny the teen stands in front of him. Wasn’t he just on the stage dancing? He just looks at him which is a little creepy, but somehow he feels the smile beneath that mascot head.

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So that is the beginning and not everything from chapter one, heh, thanks for reading c:

[vonnyphant]

Before I start: I‘m ok. Still in remission. Ok? Let‘s go.

It‘s been a stormy few weeks. I had my scheduled check-up and I was fully prepared to do another „everything‘s all good, here‘s a picture of my hair“ post here. Only this time, we were looking at some dodgy stuff.

One of my lymphnodes was acting up, and while that can happen when you‘ve been ill, vaccinated, had an infection of whatever, what was dodgy about it was the following;

1. it was the sentinel node by my breast

2. it was over 2 cm

3. it was onesided (only left)

4. I haven‘t been ill since early december.

So, the odyssee started again; ultrasound 1, mamography, ultrasound 2, bloodwork. (between all of these 5-7 workdays of waiting). Then those words „ah yeah well we don‘t really know what caused it but you‘ll be fine, see you in a few months“.

We’ve been down that road before, so… Cue me getting a second opinion. I am in a sentinel lymphnode clinical trial, so I contacted them and they agreed it sounded dodgy and wanted to check it for themselves.

That was today. They checked (more thoroughly??) and discovered it was actually not one-sided, my rightside lymphnodes are enlarged too, which speaks for infection, and that the structure and colouring of the nodes looked healthy. They still don‘t know what caused them to suddenly inflate, but at least they ruled out metastatis/tumor cells. Apparently your ‚nodes can be lowkey fighting all sorts of stuff (germs from a pinprick, hangnail, dust in your eyes) when you don‘t even get any symptoms. In short, this could have been anything, but we had to make sure it was not THAT.

It sounds simple enough when I write it down like this, but it was 4 weeks of my brain at 3 am going from „I‘m sure it‘ll be fine“ to „I should make a mixtape for my funeral“. So. Good times.

Also, here‘s a picture of the hair I shall now get to keep a little longer…

Natural colour outgrown bob with sunset lighting :)

[anotherghoul666]

Owlish is here to talk about owls, wohoo!

But also a quick reply to you: Fuck yeah for 4 days without crying, that's awesome! Hopefully it's more already (even though it's obviously okay to cry. Crying can be very helpful. But I just hope there was no need to cry)

Oh Glaux, I know that stuff with habits XD I'm so glad taking my meds is an absolute habit by now cause otherwise I'd never ever remember it haha

Waiting lists for therapy and that shit is AWFUL! (And that even though I'm lucky and in a country with a rather good healthcare system)

I also know that being shut down for excitement or talking ‘too much' and shit. It's awful.

Thank you. I think I'm currently finding a few people. They don't know anything (well they do know what owls are for example, but you know) about my interests but they let me talk and whenever I get scared of talking too much (I usually just stop talking then or I start apologising) they tell me to go on cause they love how they can see the excitement when I talk about that. It's sad that it took me going in a psych ward to find people that are accepting me, but at least I've found them. I wanted to talk about that anyways cause it has something to do with autism, but l'Il do that another time.

Cause now it's time for stuff about owls. (I probably will struggle with correct words sometimes as I'm ESL and I only know quite a few of those words in my first language. But I'll try!

So! First of all: Owls (Strigiformes) are divided into two families. Barn owls (Tytonidae) and the true owls (Strigidae)

I‘m gonna start with the Tytonidae.

Those get divided into two Genus (I really don‘t know the plural of that lmao), Tyto (17 Species) and Phodilius (2 Species. At the moment at least, cause maybe one subspecies is an own species as well which would make 3 species then)

Classic examples for Tytos are the Tyto Alba (Barn Owl. I hate how that‘s the same name as the family) and the Tyto multipunctata (Lesser sooty owl) When hearing the regular English name, one may ask themselves if there‘s a greater sooty owl to which I can respond with yes, there is. It‘s the Tyto tenebricosa.

For Phodilius, there‘s Phodilus badius or Oriental bay owl as an example. It has multiple subspecies, including the Congo bay owl (Phodilus prigoginei) which is said subspecies that might might be its own species. Another example is the Sri Lanka bay owl or Phodilus assimilis, which was considered as subspecies of phodilus badius as well but is now considered to be its own species.

Now onto the Strigidae:

The true owls have way more different Genus, including Bubo, Strix and Asio.

Bubo includes fish owls (those were considered it‘s own Genus (Ketupa) a while ago but now they are all found out to be Bubos), horned owls like the Great horned owl Bubo virginianus, eagle owls like Bubo Bubo (Euriasian eagle owl) [I always find it a little funny when the name of a species is just the name of the genus again] and the snowy owl.

The snowy owl (Bubo scandiaca) was considered to be an own genus as well (Nyctea), simply because they look so different from any other owl, but they turned out to just be Bubos as well.

That was it with the basic facts I think!

Now onto two funny owls:

Athene cunicularia, the burrowing owl.

They are super strange owls for a few reasons. They nest in burrows (which is weird for owls cause they usually nest in trees as many birds do). But it’s only logical as they are found in dry area with low vegetation. Also, they prefer to run over flying when hunting. Therefore, they developed longer legs. While it makes sense, it does sound a little weird when you hear about an owl that lives belowground and runs to hunt.

Also, they always look like they‘re judging you or like they are mad on pictures which is just super cute!

The second one is Micrathene whitneyi or the elf owl which is the world‘s smallest owl! They‘re the size of a sparrow so they‘re really tiny! The sounds that they make sound a bit like chuckles which is super cute!

Also, the name of their Genus (Micrathene) is a combination of the Genue Athene and the word Mikros that means ‘small’, which is super smart and cool to know (at least in my opinion haha, but I find pretty much anything about owls super cool and interesting so I’m biased).

Micrathene whitneyi always looks like it is getting caught or like it caught its parents having sex or something like this. (I‘d always send pics with it but sadly that’s not possible when on anon, but I could send you some per private message if you want that).

Thank you for letting me talk about owls, have a nice day! x3

~owlish anon

Ok I took a bit of time to answer this because I wanted to be at home on my computer with the time to look up all the cool owls and get a visual on all the names, and it was so worth it!! This was a super interesting read Owlish! I did not know 90% or the information you shared besides the names of some of the owls I think I have locally.

It was awesome to check pics of all the names you pointed out, because there were some funky creatures in there I've never seen before! Yo the phodilus owls are so elongated compared to the tytos, it's fascinating to think how thew difference in habitat and region can make a animal's face round or elongated, that's very cool. Both of the sooty owls look like they've seen some Shit XD

The owls with the tufts of feathers that look like ears like the bubos make me want to pet those ears so badddddd. I know the owl probably wouldn't be down for gosh it looks like it would feel like when you pet a cat's ears down but more feathery and springy and my stimming brain says "yes, sensory seek this texture, looks stimmy" xD Bubo ketupa also has seen some shit holy fuck XD

Ooooooh I feel I've seen meme videos if the burrowing owl before but I didn't know which type of owl they were, this is so cool!! Yeah their legs so look completely different from what I imagine an owl's legs looking like in my head. They look like they can kick you in the face if they don't like you hahaha. They are Unimpressed with humans haha.

Oh my god yep you're right the elf owl also looks like he's seen some Shit XD Those pictures are so funny. It's interesting how some owl can look so magestic and calm, like the snow owl or the barn owl or the great horned owl, and some owls look like they're experiencing a very bad hallucinogenic trip and the walls are melting XD It's adorable that it's so smol too, what a smol little potato of a creature.

That was lovely Owlish!! ❤️❤️ Please don't hesitate to come in my inbox to share with me about owls, I love learning like this! I had a great time and I feel I learned a lot!

Take care now ❤️

[ivor-novello]

Ivor in his play “The Firebrand”, 1926

[selfcarecap]

Wap [p.p]

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

summary: An inconvenience turns into one of the best nights ever. (Including Peter freaking out cause you’re singing explicit lyrics.)

warning: smut, swearing probably, wap (lyrics) idk

word count: 3.1k

-this is a repost of an old fic-

gif not mine <3

Spilled drink. White t-shirt. No bra.

That’s your current predicament.

But luckily Peter’s there to rescue you.

You’re at a party and apparently some people here have no eyes, because this one guy just walked straight into you, resulting in him pouring the contents of his cup all over your chest. You ran to one of the rooms before he could even apologise.

“If there was a wet t-shirt contest, I‘d win for sure,” you tell Peter, who’s on the phone with you. He’s stopping at your place to get you a new shirt, before he comes to the party himself.

“That bad?” he chuckles, “Just got the spare key. What top do you want? The one you wore the other week when we were all at Mj’s?”

You’re quiet for a second, trying to think of what you wore.

“The purple one,” he says.

“Wow, great memory. Yeah. That one will do, can you see it?”

“Got it, it’s right here. I’ll be there in, like, ten minutes then.”

“Oh, wait. Could you also bring me a bra? That shirt can be a bit scratchy around my—”

“Yup!” He cuts you off, “Where are they?”

“Just the bottom drawer.”

“Umm,” you can picture him blushing at the sight of your bras.

“It‘s just underwear, Peter.”

“Yeah, yeah I know- which one do you want?”

“Can you see a navy one?”

“Got that one r-right here, okay see you in ten!” he hangs up before you can chuckle at him being so adorably nervous.

You preoccupy yourself on your phone while you wait for Peter, wet shirt, now see-through, clinging to your chest.

Only a few minutes later, you hear a knock and Peter’s voice calling out your name.

You open the door for him and damn he looks good in his button-up shirt. He smells delicious too.

“Um,” his eyes flicker down to your chest for a second, “hi.” He steps in so you can close the door, and hands you your shirt and bra, neatly folded into each other.

You start pulling your shirt off your body, but he’s still staring.

“Uh, could you-?” you motion for him to turn around.

“Of course- sorry!”

You change into dry clothes quickly. “Thanks so much, Peter. You saved my ass,” finally hugging him to say hello properly.

“No problem, really. So.. whose room is this?”

“No idea but it‘s nice. D‘you wanna stay here a bit? It hasn‘t been just us two in ages, I wanna hang out with you again.”

“As long as I have you I don‘t care what we do. I don‘t really know anyone else at this party anyway,” he shrugs.

“Well, Ned and Betty are here. And you know Niall, who invited us to this party, we can go spend time with him if you want to.”

“I already said hi but he‘s busy being the host and all. And Ned and Betty probably snuck away somewhere to make out.”

“Well like I said, it‘s cool to be just with you. No one will notice if we stay in here the whole time so.”

As you two sit on a stranger’s bed, making each other laugh, it makes you happier than ever. You could stay like this with Peter forever.

You can hear the faint beat of the music from downstairs, but at some point, you two turn on your own music on your phone, making funny videos for your private story.

You end up sitting on a small circular carpet in front of the mirror against the wall, taking a video of you two in the mirror.

You stick out your tongue and nudge Peter to do the same. You’re watching the screen of your phone, inching closer and closer to Peter until the tips of your tongues touch briefly.

Sitting back and ending the video with a giggle, you direct your attention to Peter entirely.

You turn, so you’re face to face with him, your knees touching, Peter looking at you with big eyes. Leaning forward, you’re only inches away from him.

Your attention doesn’t shift from Peter, even as you can hear the beat of your new favourite song from downstairs, the music from your phone having stopped.

Peter’s eyes flicker from your lips to your eyes a few times, but he doesn’t move forward, too nervous to be rejected by you.

Your moment is interrupted as the door opens, the music a lot louder now, and one of your friends drags you along with her to go downstairs because this is the song you two have been singing to together for a week now, both loving it.

Peter stays in the room a bit longer, hearing the intro line of the song being repeated a few times.

Whores in this house

There’s some whores in this house

He remembers how you posted this song on your story when it first came out.

He’d rather not have to watch you sing those explicit lyrics, but he can’t stay in this random room on his own.

On his way down the stairs, he sees you on a sofa in the sitting area, surrounded by other girls, all of you shouting the lyrics.

I said, certified freak, seven days a week

Wet ass pussy, make that pull-out game weak

He tries not to pay attention to the lyrics, tries to forget just how close you two were only a few seconds ago.

Peter honestly tries to keep his eyes off of you, pretending to be preoccupied, getting some snacks, while the song plays.

Except that it’s not just any song.

Yeah you fucking with some wet ass pussy

Give me everything you got for this wet ass pussy

He eats some of the snacks, while thinking about eating your pussy, as if he’s not watching your every movement, watching you flawlessly repeat the lyrics as if you’d written them yourself. How you and your girlfriends are hyping each other up, dancing on each other playfully and just having fun.

Peter’s got his mouth full with food he’s not even looking at while wondering how accurate the lyrics are.

He’s aware that the song lyrics are exaggerated, but you’re singing along so comfortably that there has to be some truth to it. To be honest you could make him hard just from that confidence alone, no matter what lyrics you were singing.

Put this pussy right in your face

Swipe your nose like a credit card

Hop on top, I wanna ride

It’s not the first time that Peter imagines you doing those things to him, but he’s in the middle of a party, so this is not ideal.

As the song ends after two more painfully long minutes, he finally acts normal again, going to stand by a group of guys that seem nice enough.

You’re still giggling with your friends, but Peter catches your attention shift. Your eyes scan the room and you bite your lip as they finally land on Peter, you standing up and making a beeline for him.

“You wanna go back?” you motion to the stairs and he nods immediately.

You pull him through the corridor with your hand around his wrist.

Once you’re both back in the room, you push the door shut quickly and take a step closer to Peter.

“Sorry, I believe we were interrupted earlier.”

You cup his face and simply press a kiss to his lips.

He melts into the kiss straight away but steps back after a few seconds because you’re both smiling too hard to kiss.

In the short break away from his lips, you push him onto the bed and get on top of him, your arms holding you up, ass in the air and you start kissing him again.

Your tongue is at his lips very quickly, and he opens them, letting your tongue touch his as you two find a rhythm to work with.

In between, you switch from his lips to his neck and as he glances down, he sees how your skirt is riding up your hips. If someone came in now, they’d get a full view of your ass.

His hands sliding up the back of your thighs, he tries to tug the skirt back into place so it’s covering your ass cheeks, then dropping his hands back down to your lower thighs.

“You can leave your hands there if you want,” you look up from kissing his neck, changing to the other side.

“I-I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Your hands on my ass feel very comfortable,” you reach back and slide his hands up your thighs until they’re resting on your ass cheeks. He gives a gentle squeeze to each side.

Peter sighs pleasantly as your lips find each other again, now you’re the one smiling so wide that you can barely kiss anymore.

“Are you- are you-” he starts.

“Yeah?” you change your position so your legs are around his waist, now fully sitting on his lap.

“Um, I’m just asking this cause I’m turned on, you don’t have to tell me the answer. But, umm the song you were singing earlier-” he stops, not sure how to ask, but you get what he’s referring to.

“You’re asking if my pussy is wet? That only depends on you and how you touch me,” you let him know.

“T-that’s a lot of pressure,” he laughs nervously.

“Imagine how my pussy feels.” You can feel the pulsating under your skirt, but you can’t guarantee that your pussy is a waterfall like it’s described in the song.

“That’s what I’ve been doing every night.”

“You think about me when-” your question is interrupted by some drunk person being loud in the hallway, waiting a few seconds to see if they’ll open the door.

The door stays closed, but you’d rather not have someone walk in on you and Peter while you’re straddling him and making out.

“Do you want to go somewhere else? Your or my place maybe? It’s just, anyone could come in any second, I’d rather be with just you.”

He nods as he holds his hand up for you to steady yourself while you get off of him.

You smooth your skirt down and stand by the door until Peter’s next to you, seemingly ready to go.

“Don’t you want to.. adjust that? It’s very obvious,” you smile shyly as you look down at Peter’s pants, the bulge very evident and you wouldn’t want everyone you pass at the party to see.

“Oh,” Peter flushes and his hands fly down to his pants.

You try not to look as he tucks his boner away, but can’t resist a short glance.

He gives you his hand that wasn’t just touching his dick, but it’s his left hand and you’re standing right for him, so you just take his other hand after all.

You’re outside now, hand in hand, the air calming both of you down a little.

“I really like you, you know,” Peter says.

“I kind of figured. And I really like you too. I have for a while,” you smile and kiss him again, you can’t resist Peter now that it’s happened once, and you’re certain he feels the same.

“So we can go to my place, May’s not home until tomorrow night. You can stay the night if you like.”

“That sounds nice, I’ll just text my mom.”

He makes sure you’re comfortable once you get to his place, offering you food, water, clothes, but you only take water, sitting on his bed next to him. All of a sudden, you’re both nervous again.

“You know we don’t have to do anything tonight. Or ever- if you don’t want to. I’ve never actually done anything, like sexual, but I’d be down if you wanted to - but really only if you wanted to. We can also just watch a film and cuddle or something,” his statement makes you more comfortable and you tell him what you’ve been thinking about.

“I’ve never done anything either but.. I’ve always wondered what getting head feels like. So what if you.. ate me out?”

His mouth hangs open and he stops functioning for a second, “I- I- I-”

“You don’t have to.”

“No- I really want to, trust me. But I don’t know how to do it, and I really want to make you cum.”

“I can guide you?”

He nods eagerly, attacking your lips with kisses and you giggle, lying down on your back.

Peter lies in between your legs and any insecurities you could have go out of the window with the way he’s looking at you right now. Pure admiration for you.

But there’s one more thing you need to know.

“Peter, what are we?”

“Will you be my girlfriend?” he blurts out at the same moment and you grin, nodding immediately.

You make out for a few more minutes after that, and by now your pussy could very well be compared to a waterfall.

Peter senses how impatient you’re getting and smiles at you while positioning himself between your thighs again.

You pull your panties off from underneath your skirt in a swift motion and smile at Peter’s immediate, positive reaction. He pushes your skirt up a bit and marvels at your wet pussy.

Peter swallows, “So, uh, what do I do now?”

That’s a good question.

You tell him to do various things you’ve seen in porn, or what you would imagine feels good.

Peter’s eager and he’s not doing a bad job, but you’re used to being in control yourself. What Peter’s doing with his tongue down there definitely feels good, especially considering it’s his first time.. but he can’t quite get you where you want to be.

You can’t wait to figure out together what feels best, for both of you. But right now you just want to cum.

“Peter-” he lifts his head, sweaty and flushed, to look at you, “It’s not that it doesn’t feel good, but even I’m not entirely sure what exactly you can do with your tongue to make me cum, so do you mind if I just quickly get off by myself?”

He doesn’t look hurt or offended, not that he should anyway, only more eager, racking his brain for an alternative. “What if you sit on my face?”

Now it’s your cheeks that feel hot, which doesn’t mean that you don’t like the idea, “I don’t want to suffocate you or anything..”

“I promise, you’ll notice if I’m dying,” he shrugs, getting ready to lie on his back.

“You sure?”

“Positive. Now buckle up,” he slaps your ass and grabs your hips.

You chuckle nervously, as you move up his body, currently just above his chest.

“One hundred percent?” you ask, and as an answer, he pulls you forward so your pussy is right above his mouth and he starts licking your clit.

You pull your skirt further up, so it won’t be in the way, and concentrate on Peter beneath you, already feeling that this position is working for you.

“Don’t move your tongue now,” you direct him, as his tongue presses against your clit deliciously.

Resting your hand against the wall for support you start grinding yourself against his tongue. From being so close to having an orgasm so many times in the last few minutes, you’re getting even closer now in a matter of seconds.

“Fuck- I’m gonna cum,” you sigh as you buck your hips against his face a few more times, feeling the shocks of your orgasm coursing through your whole body as you continue riding Peter’s face.

You lean back shortly after, too weak to get off of Peter’s chest for a few moments.

When you regain strength to push yourself off of him, you straddle his hips once more, only hovering over him though. Peter sits up to kiss you and you taste yourself on his thoroughly wet lips.

You sit back to look at him, sweaty hair hanging into his face and his whole mouth area is covered in you.

“That was amazing, Peter. I guess that means it’s finally your turn?” you wink.

He licks his lips, looking excited. You scoot back on his thighs to undo his belt and zip. His hard cock strains against the fabric of his boxers and your hand glides along his clothed length a few times, your other hand holding onto his shoulder.

Once you apply more pressure, Peter suddenly groans, his head falling against your chest and there’s a wet spot forming on his boxers.

“I- sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he mumbles, looking up again with a tight-lipped smile.

“Hey, no need to apologise. I mean you’ve been hard for like an hour, it was kinda due.”

He smiles against your lips and kisses you sweetly. You put your panties back on while he quickly cleans up.

Peter gives you some clothes to sleep in and you get comfortable in his bed while he changes into his pyjamas. He switches off the light, the street light shining through the window casting a nice glow over the room, and he gets something off of the floor.

You wait a few more seconds, but Peter’s still on the floor. Bending over the edge of the bed to see what he’s doing, you see that he’s lying there, ready to go to sleep.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“Uh, I wasn’t sure if you were okay with sharing the bed.”

“I literally just sat on your face, I think we can sleep next to each other.”

Peter jumps up with a goofy grin, getting into bed with you.

“Sorry, just not used to you being my girlfriend yet,” he explains.

“Don’t worry, me neither. But I’m so happy that I am. I’ve liked you for so long,” you confess, scooting closer to him to cuddle.

“I’ve liked you longer - not that it’s a contest, but I’ve liked you since middle school, so I think I’ve got the bragging rights.”

You giggle at his words, kissing all over his neck.

“I thought we were going to sleep? You’re making me horny again,” he whispers, hands going to your waist.

“It’s only, like, midnight… and I’m not tired yet. So I wouldn’t mind going again..”

Peter takes up that offer immediately, rushing to turn the light back on and to start undressing you.

Let’s just say, you’re definitely tired after what happens next..

[saglovesu]

𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑

— 𝘽𝙪𝙯𝙯𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 ♡

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A/N: this is so much fun and I‘m rewatching the whole BU series rn so there‘ll prolly be more parts to come!! I‘m gonna turn this into a HQ x BU series cuz this is gold 😭

ALSO: I‘ll make a masterlist with haikyuu incorrect quotes where I‘ll link all the parts from the BU x HQ series aNDDD I‘ll do some other shows as well!! Maybe friends/Brooklyn 99 and others ;P

CW: swearing, mentions of death, descriptions of violence, LMK If I missed any!

Makki: Notably, none of the witnesses called an ambulance.

Mattsun: *chuckling* do you think there was one guy who was like, „I‘ll call- ohhhh.“

Makki: He just got a firm stare. Everyone just turned their head towards him. *imitates aggressive head turn*

♡

Nishinoya: Forty movies in 1920 equates to... two weeks of work?

Kinnoshita: yeah, 'cause they— the... (wheeze)

Nishinoya: this movie‘s called „Man drops Potato!“

Kinnoshita: Hahahaha! (Wheeze) hehehe...yeah.

♡

Daichi: not exactly a criminal manifesto

Sugawara: no. Hey, we‘ve all been to dinner with a Hindu prince.

♡

Tendou: pretty boring for him to be that way

Shirabu: well, uh—uh I mean I... maybe boring enough...

Tendou: maybe all of Hollywood ganged up on him...and said „this guy‘s a real buzzkill“

♡

Kita: A few love letters written by Mary to Taylor were found amongst Taylor‘s possessions. One of which read „Dearest, I love you, I love you, I love you. x x x x x x x x x X yours always, Mary.“

Kita: not exactly a poet.

Aran: (wheeze)

Kita: uh...(wheeze)

Aran: very insistent.

♡

Osamu: This is one of my favorite cases we‘ve ever covered. It‘s got pretty much everything you‘d want. It‘s got mystery, it‘s got history and it‘s got a train.

Atsumu: You‘re a big train guy?

Osamu: Yeah, I‘m a big fan of train mysteries. They‘re among my favorites.

Atsumu: well in that case.

Atsumu: ALL ABOOAAARD!!

Osamu:

Osamu: All right. I‘m not as excited anymore but let‘s get into it.

♡

Hinata: I just think, I thought this was a good opportunity for you, as a fellow Lord of the Rings tree, to provide some-

Kageyama: They‘re called Ents.

Hinata: whatever!

♡

Kuroo: for people who believe this— people that believe, maybe he wasn‘t pleased with his projector

Bokuto: mm-hmm

Kuroo: I think they‘re lacking perspective. You gotta remember, people didn‘t even know what the phrase „moving picture“ meant. So regardless of whether or not the picture was jumpy, he— he shows up to this event, he shows a picture that starts moving, people are gonna think this guy‘s a goddamn wizard.

Bokuto: yeah

Kuroo: they‘re gonna— they‘re gonna— they‘re not gonna be like „oh bro the quality‘s bad. It‘s not 1080p I don‘t fucking get it!“ I—if I existed back in this time and I saw a moving picture, I‘d probably think his camera was bewitched

Bokuto: I‘d kiss him on the f— on the lips! I‘d say „Sir,you‘ve done it!“

♡

Suna: Also, my mom was the kind of mom who, if I said that [„get out of my car“] to her, first, she‘d smack me, and secondly, I‘d have to get out.

Atsumu: yeah my mom once stopped the car and told me and my brother to get out.

Suna: No shit?

Atsumu: yeah we said „NO we‘re just kidding, we‘re not fighting!!“

Suna: what did you do to prompt that response?

Atsumu: I think we were just like, just fucking hitting each other in the back seat or something.

Suna: yeah

Atsumu: you know, classic brother stuff.

♡

Asahi: You heard those, right? That wasn‘t me just being crazy.

Daichi: I think I heard metal move, I don‘t know. I‘m not trying to do that whole dismissive thing, but I‘m dismissing it

♡

Komori: In 1923, this cavern collapsed after one of the stone support pillars was over-mined for the valuable ores inside of it.

Suna, chuckling: wait a minute- They were mining the support beams?

Komori, also chuckling: yeah

(Both burst out laughing)

Suna, imitating the miners: „Carl, I don‘t think you should do that. That‘s a sup-„ „nah, there‘s gold in here I know it!“

Komori, joining: „mind your own business, I‘m gonna strike it bare!“

♡

Semi: rumor has it that near the schoolhouse, there was a mass grave of children who died of the plague, feeding the spiritual activity within the house.

Tendou: so what‘s the factual basis behind the plague? What plague?

Semi: I don‘t know

Tendou: you- *bursts out laughing*

Semi: there‘s no records, all right? You know?

Tendou: what plague?? What, did a teacher just open her mouth and flies came out?

Semi: (laughs) I don‘t know! It says, rumor has it there‘s a mass grave.

Tendou: A lot of rumors in this one huh?

♡

[sitting in front of their next investigation subject]

Kiyoko: are you gonna be scared tonight to go over there?

Yachi: Yeah, I‘m gonna be scared, I‘m scared sitting here. I got scared by the rain!

♡

Sakusa: those were the days...

Bokuto: (wheeze) yeah

Sakusa: when one person could land somewhere and say, „this is a town now“

Bokuto: he‘s law and order

Sakusa: „welcome to Sakusaburg“

Bokuto: he‘s the doctor— (wheeze) Sak- to Sakusaburg

Sakusa: „we‘re all assholes here, none of us believes in ghosts“

Bokuto: Sakusasville— yeah,yeah, yeah

Sakusa: „population: me“

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Series Masterlist

[t0wnspersonb]

Kiss it Better (Tsukishima Kei x Reader)

Anonymous said:

Hello I just read your fics about Kuroo, Akaashi and Bokuto and I really liked them 💞 So I was wondering if you could write a fluff fic where tsukki gets embarassed trying to make the first move you can also just add things to your liking If you don‘t want to that‘s totally okay I‘ll be waiting for your upcoming fics thank youuuu 🧡

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Omg that’s so funny because my next story was literally going to be just that! I had a lot of fun writing this one and might do a part two with some *cough* smut *cough* just like Kuroo, everyone is lowkey a Tsukishima girl. I hope you like this anon! 

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Word Count: 2,293

Summary: Tsukishima has always liked you, but you’ve never noticed his advances. A trip to the nurses office might change your mind. 

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You liked to think that you were friends with the tall blonde sitting behind you in class. 

 But sometimes…

 Thunk. 

 Sometimes…

 Thunk.

 Sometimes you really wanted to fucking strangle him.

 Thunk. 

 “Can you stop kicking my chair!?” you hissed, staring at the smirking middle blocker.

 “My foot slipped.” he replied coyly, causing your scowl to deepen. 

 Before you could retort back to him the bell rang, signaling the end of class. You started packing up your stuff, grumbling to yourself about how rude Tsukishima was.

 “Don’t you want to walk to the clubs together?” He called out to your leaving form. 

 You huffed turning around to see him and Yamaguchi looking at you.

 There were times when Tsukishima didn’t annoy you, and those were the times you would walk with them to your after school club activities. 

 You were part of the photography club, which was on the way to the gymnasium that held their volleyball practice. 

 But again, you only walked with them when Tsukishima wasn’t being an annoying little prick.

 Today definitely wasn’t one of those days. He had been bugging you all day. It went from his annoying comments to him poking at you harshly, and then to kicking your chair.

 You weren’t sure if it was because he was bored and had nothing better to do, or if it was because he actually didn’t think of you as a friend. Or because he was just simply an asshole.

 Maybe it was a combination of all three, you didn’t know.

 “No way.” you sniffed, sticking out your tongue to him. “I don’t want to walk with you anywhere today. If it was just Yama-kun then I would. But not if you’re there. Stupid.”

Tsukishima visibly looked annoyed at your statement. 

 “Y/n-chan.” Yamaguchi called out, raising his hands up as he looked at both annoyed expressions. “You guys should try and get along yeah?”

 “Be quiet Yamaguchi.” Tsukishima sighed, moving to walk past you. “If she wants to be childish then just let her. I’m surprised she even got into this class.”

 “I’m surprised Yama-kun is even your friend.” you fired back, crossing your arms over your chest. “I bet you aren’t even good at volleyball.”

 Tsukishima paused, and then before you could even register what had happened, he was leaning down, incredibly close to your face and to your body. You could physically feel his body heat radiating into your own. His hand resting on the doorframe, preventing you from leaving the room.

 “Why don’t you come by and find out?” he said slowly, ignoring the panicked squeak that escaped Yamaguchi’s lips. His gold eyes were piercing into your own, but you couldn’t see any anger in them at what you had said, you couldn’t see an ounce of annoyance either. But there was something else there, something you couldn’t place.

 Ignoring your hammering heart and the heat creeping up into your face, you shoved his arm away scowling. “Maybe I will. Maybe I’ll take pictures of you sucking and have an article published in the school newspaper about you being a terrible person and sucking at volleyball!” you huffed stalking away from the tall first year angrily.

 You ignored the calls of Yamaguchi and just focused on heading towards your club.

 Today was definitely one of those days where you wanted nothing to do with Tsukishima.

 The relationship you had with the middle blocker was incredibly strange. One minute you guys were perfectly fine with each other, and next - well it was exactly what had just happened.

 Tsukishima scoffed as he watched your retreating figure. But he couldn’t deny the fact that your reactions were incredibly lame, but incredibly cute.

 “You shouldn’t tease her like that Tsukki.” Yamaguchi sighed. “She’s never going to like you back if you keep making her mad like that.”

 Tsukishima didn’t say anything as they continued their way to the gym. 

 Everyone knew that he liked you. It was incredibly obvious, and Tsukishima always made sure to make it incredibly obvious.

But it wasn't obvious to you.

 The one person that it mattered to the most.

 You were frustrating and amusing, stubborn and incredibly smart, quick-witted and incredibly beautiful.

 The entire package.

 And Tsukishima wanted you to be his.

 But you were too fucking dense to realize that.

 And quite frankly, he was getting sick of it. For as smart as you were, you were incredibly thick when it came to stuff like that it appeared.

 It frustrated him to no end.

 Usually what he depicted as playful flirting you thought as him just being downright mean.

 It was a constant cycle, neverending. 

 It was ridiculous.

 Actually scratch that. 

 This was ridiculous.

 It had been a couple of days since that last encounter, Tsukishima deciding his chances at winning you over would probably be better if he stopped his teasing for a little bit.

 But right now you were nodding your head rapidly in understanding as Hinata talked to you. You were there during one of their practices, to take photos of them. A project that you had to do for your photography club. Takeda-sensei had given you permission to be there to snap pictures of the team.

 “- And then I go boom!” Hinata exclaimed bouncing around.

 You smiled at his antics. “That sounds incredible Hinata! Do you think I can take a picture of you doing your crazy jump?” you asked, holding up the camera for emphasis.

 But before he could utter an answer, Tsukishima interrupted. “We have to start practice, you can just take pictures then.” he said to you, glancing at you briefly. 

You rolled your eyes at his aloofness and apologized to Hinata who was protesting loudly at what Tsukishima had said. “He’s right Hinata, I don’t want to impede on your guys’ practice so just pretend like I’m not here and I’ll take as many pictures as possible.”

 Reluctantly he agreed and everyone continued the practices Ukai had asked them to do before splitting up into different teams. They were doing a match.

 You were honestly in awe as you watched them play. You didn’t think that volleyball could be so… amazing. You had teased both Yamaguchi and Tsukishima about how boring the sport was.

 You were so wrong.

 You had almost forgotten to take pictures, you were so captivated.

 But what had surprised you the most, was Tsukishima. You had never seen him so… concentrated? So serious? So… so attractive?

 You felt your face flush, shaking your head to rid yourself of the thought. That was ridiculous. You had never been attracted to the middle blocker, you found him annoying, a completely arrogant, unnecessarily tall asshole, and… and he was incredibly good looking.

 What was wrong with you? How could you even think of something like that? How could you - “Watch out!” your eyes went wide as a volleyball came hurtling at you with rapid speed.

 Your eyes squeezed shut, readying yourself for the impact.

 Only it never came. You heard a loud grunt and opened your eyes to see Tsukishima clenching at his fingers, the ball rolling away from his feet.

 He… he protected you from the ball. 

 Tsukishima’s pointer finger throbbed in pain, he knew it wasn’t broken, but the nail had torn just a bit, blood seeping out of his wound.

 He wasn’t sure what possessed him to move, he knew that Nishinoya was closer to you, he knew that he was heading towards the ball to stop it from hitting you. But his body just moved after he called out his warning.

 “Oi Tsukishima are you okay?” Tanaka asked running up to him, several of his teammates surrounding him.

 He removed his hand to reveal his bloody nail, causing you to gasp lightly.

“I need to stop the bleeding. I’ll go to the nurse.” Tsukishima said quietly.

 “Let me help you.” You blurted out immediately, causing all eyes to be on you now. “It’s my fault you got injured.”

 The tall blonde nodded, and both of you left the gym quietly.

 “He’s got it bad huh?” Tanaka smirked, staring after you guys.

 “I hope he can confess properly.” Yamaguchi sighed.

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 The walk to the infirmary was incredibly quiet, awkward almost. But it was just your luck that the nurse was nowhere to be found.

 “You can go. I can take care of it from here.” Tsukishima said quietly.

 You shook your head. “No. You got hurt because of me. At least let me help.” You started to take out the necessary equipment to help disinfect and wrap his finger. “Go ahead and sit down.” you said gesturing to the bed.

 Tsukishima didn’t bother arguing, silently sitting at the edge of the bed and watching you closely.

 Even sitting down, he was still incredibly tall. The top of his head just below your chin. You held your hand out his expectantly, he sighed quietly before placing his much larger hand in yours.

 Carefully you cleaned up the blood and began wiping down the wound with a cotton ball soaked in alcohol. The smell stingy your nose, but the atmosphere around the both of you was quiet, calm almost.

 His hand dwarfed your own, his fingers long and elegant, and surprisingly soft against your own touch.

 Tsukishima couldn’t deny the fact that he was enjoying this immensely. You stood incredibly close to him, slightly between his parted legs as you worked. He could smell the soft perfume on your skin and the laundry detergent you used on your clothes.

 It was a wonderful smell.

 Maybe… maybe now would be a good time to tell you… right?

 “I’m sorry Tsukishima.” you said quietly, wrapping his finger. “If I wasn’t there you wouldn’t be in this position.”

 “It’s fine. It’s nothing serious.” he said, equally quiet.

 “Does it hurt?” you asked, tilting your head to the side slightly as you stared into his gold eyes.

 Tsukishima could feel the blush rising in his face, you were just too cute. The way you looked concerned about him. He liked that. He liked that a lot.

 “It might hurt less if you kiss it better.” he said. He couldn’t resist, this situation was incredibly ideal to him.

 You looked incredibly confused for a moment before taking his hand and gently pressing your lips against the tip of his injured finger.

 Tsukishima felt like his heart was about to leap out of his chest, his face burning at the sweet gesture. And even though his finger was wrapped up, he just knew that your lips were incredibly soft. His other hand came up to press against his face, the backside of his hand covering the lower part of his face in embarrassment. 

 “What’s wrong?” you asked frowning, you had just done what he had said. Your heart was racing for some reason though, you weren’t sure why. 

 Tsukishima couldn’t take this anymore. He grabbed your wrist and tugged, pulling you into his chest, and then flipping you over onto the bed, his upper body hovering over yours.

 Your face was completely red, you thought your heart was about to pop, he was way too close and his face held nothing but seriousness.

 What did you do?

 “Tsukishima-” “Quiet.” he demanded.

 You snapped your jaw shut.

 You watched him take a deep breath in before speaking. “You are the most infuriating person I know. You’re stupid and you don’t pay attention to what’s going on right in front of your face.”

 Your nostrils flared slightly in anger. “Well right back at you asshole!” you grumbled back.

 He rolled his eyes and moved his face closer to your own, causing you to quiet down once more.

“But despite how incredibly dense you are, you’re smart, you’re witty, you’re stubborn, you’re hardworking, you’re pretty -”

 You have never been more confused in your entire life. Did he just insult you and then compliment you? Did he just call you pretty?

 “ - and I literally can’t take this anymore.” he pushed up his glasses just a bit. “I’ve given you so many hints, made it so ridiculously obvious, and you still don’t understand you dimwit.”

 You frowned further at his insults. 

 “I like you.” He said, “I’ve liked you for a while now. You just have never noticed. I want you to go out with me.”

 He couldn’t handle the shy expression on your face after his confession. The soft look on your face, and the dark red blush coating your cheeks. His eyes flickered towards your lips, and he started to lean closer. Your soft hands came up and gently rested against his chest, but you never pushed him away. Your eyes fluttered shut as you prepared yourself for what was about to come next.

 You could feel his breath hitting your face gently, causing your lips to part as you readied yourself -

 “Tsukishima! Everyone wanted me to go check on you and -” the door opened suddenly, and Hinata stood staring at the scene before him.

 Tsukishima whipped his head around with a hard glare at the orange haired male who had gone pale, and then had turned dramatically red at the sight before him.

 You couldn’t help but cover your face in embarrassment at the position you and Tsukishima were in. 

 “I-I’m so sorry for interrupting!” Hinata screamed and slammed the door.

 Tsukishima sighed, deflating slightly before removing himself from on top of you. He ignored the blush in his face as he stood up, looking back at you still laying on the bed.

 So incredibly tempting.

 “Wait for me after practice. We can walk home together.” He said simply before leaving the infirmary.

 Did you… did you just get yourself a boyfriend?

 You hoped so.

[officersnickers]

the entirety of the My Head Is An Animal soundtrack is about TPN actually

Okay, first of all: I‘m so very very sorry I answer this by now, but a) I was on vacation and very lazy, and b), I had to think about this for some time. But – you‘re right! Although I don‘t vibe with every song on the album, I try to give my honest oppinion about each and every record of the album

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Lake House

One of the songs I listed to several times, but I couldn‘t really get into it. BUT! The lyrics? What a perfect match. I mean:

Oh, I miss the comfort of this house Where we are, where we are Where we are, where we are The floor under our feet Whispers out "Come on in, come on in Where it all begins"

Literally the first few chapters/ episodes, where the children have to come to terms with the fact their lives are nothing but manufactered, fake and way too short.

Can you chase The fire away? In the fall We sleep all day

Setting fire to the orphanage? Hiding their fangs and claws all autumn, to pretent they really lost all hope? I don‘t even need to talk about this more, have I?

In conclusion: 7/10

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Your Bones

Your Bones is actually one of my favourites! It‘s so dramatic and I adore Ragnar Þórhallsson‘s singing voice in this so much – it‘s raw, it‘s melacholic, it‘s full of pain. It‘s just 😍😍😍

But back to TPN. I never associated the song with my favourite manga, but you know what? It‘s the first arc all over again. Especially considering Norman‘s role in the escape and his fate he had to face during these few months.

In the spring, we made a boat Out of feathers, out of bones We set fire to our homes Walking barefoot in the snow

Okay, they didn‘t flee in the springtime, but remember how Norman stated he would create a „boat out of mud“? Yeah, you can add the feathers (Norman‘s wish to break free and live) as well as the bones (his very body, his soul, his everything), all just to make sure his family would make it out of the farm for good.

Awakened by the sound Of a screaming owl Chasing leaves in the wind Going where we've never been Said goodbye to you, my friend As the fire spread All that's left are your bones That will soon sink like stones

That part matches so good to the childrens journey after the bunker was destroyed and they had to search for a new home. And although they could reunite with Norman once again, they also had to learn not everything of their friend made it out of Lambda alive – at least not his innocence.

In conclusion: 8/10

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Sinking Man

Another one of my favourites. It‘s depressive and bonechilling but on the same note optimistic. The calm melody and voices are great, and the lyric video itself catched my eye from the first moment I have seen it – although nothing happens but jellyfishes 😅😬

But now to the topic prior! Again, this is one of the songs I don‘t really associate with TPN, but other fictional characters. Someone once stated it would match Norman‘s inner struggle to let himself be shipped out, and although I can‘t really get behind it, it fits miraculousy again!

I push you away Although I wished you could stay So many words left unsaid But I'm all out of breath

Remember how he slammed Emma on the floor, so she couldn‘t deactivate his tracker? How he literally pushed Ray and Emma asaid (while their escape and when he turned himself into William Minerva)? How he probably wanted to tell them how sorry he was for everything he had done until a certain point in life, while feeling like drowing and sinking to the ground? Yeah, me too.

In conclusion: 7/10

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Yellow Light

A title of OMAM I only learned to love some months prior! Again, it starts calm but becomes more catchy over time, and do you know where I can picture this as background music very well – during Ray-and-Emma-scenes! Wheter it be their journey through the woods to the shelter or to Goldy Pond, their synchronication reflects very well in the lyrics.

I'm looking for a place to start And everything feels so different now Just grab a hold of my hand I will lead you through this wonderland

Somewhere deep in the dark A howling beast hears us talk I dare you to close your eyes And see all the colors in disguise

It‘s easy for me to imagine how the wild beasts, may it be degenerated demons or the poachers, are awaiting Emma and Ray, and how these two only have each others hand to walk trough everything they have to face. Also, if you replace „wonderland“ with „neverland“, nothing would change but the even more fitting theme.

In conclusion: 8/10

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Love Love Love

Love Love Love my beloved 💖! My perfect NorRay-song! Yes, I‘m weak for romantic shippings, and please for everything on this earth, listen to this song and try to think about a yearning Ray singing (or at least thinking) this to Norman, while he knows very well his feelings are not reciprocated (or are they…?)

And these fingertips Will never run through your skin And those bright blue eyes Can only meet mine Across a room Filled with people that are Less important than you

If I had the artistic skills to make a fancomic about this song, with Ray and Norman in the starring roles, I would do it gladly. It‘s just that good.

In conclusion: 9/10

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Six Weeks

Hmm, this track… it‘s nice, you know, but my heart doesn‘t feel anything while listening to it. But I will not give up and say, the lyrics kinda matches Norman‘s situation after he destroyed Lambda and searched for a new safe space – or maybe even Ayshe, walking behind the men who killed her dear father, so she can survive on her own.

Alone I fight these animals Alone Until I get home

She follows me into the woods Takes me home

I can‘t really tell you more about this song and it‘s connection with TPN – I‘m sorry!

In conclusion: 4/10

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From Finner

Hmm, another song about a journey into a new future – there‘s really a red string in this album, isn‘t it? From Finner didn‘t catched me as much as other songs, and the calmness also didn‘t really match the story of the cattle children, I have to admit. But the pure joy of being away from home, being guided into a new life, a new future, resonates fairly well with the feelings of Emma and co.

And we are far from home But we're so happy Far from home, all alone But we're so happy

Reading the lyrics alone, I can easily transport them onto the first days with Mujika and Sonju or even with Mister‘s guidance to Goldy Pond (and the time after that, when the children learned to survive on their own in the wildness).

In conclusion: 5/10

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Numb Bears

What a fun lil song! I haven‘r listened to it in a while, but it‘s always a joy to follow the easy melody and lyrics. I can‘t match it too much with TPN, but one verse stood out for me:

Far across the ocean alone While numb bears at home Said I could never get there But I'm already there

Hmm, who was told they could never away from anywhere, only for them proving everyone wrong? Yeah, the pure optimism of Numb Bears is 100% Emma and honestly, I dig it

In conclusion: 5/10

[pepper-up-potion]

Little miss spontaneous (Fred Weasley x Fem!reader)

Summary: Reader tries to be spontaneous for a day and fails miserably but her boyfriend Fred helps comfort her.

Warnings: Food and like, maybe some insecurity of not being spontaneous enough?? Idk if that makes sense but I think I should still put it in case. Also some stress but there’s comfort too.

Word count: 1778

A/n: This is my first time writing Fred Weasley and I‘m not sure I got it right?? But he just screams spontaneous to me. Like I don‘t think he‘s capable of planning anything other than pranks. So I found him quite fitting for this. Also the middle picture is not mine, credit to this person. The other two are blurry pics I took last summer holiday. Anyways, hope you like it :)

Fred groans as he is abruptly woken by a loud horn. Someone on his street is continuously honking their car horn. It’s been going on for over a minute before Fred grumpily sits up in his bed and places his chin on the bottom frame of his window.

He spots the source, a teal green convertible with cream leather seats. He groans and slides the window up to not to so kindly tell the driver to sod off. He fills his lungs in preparation to shout when the person beats him to it.

“Fred!” Shouts the driver. Fred gasps and quickly bundles up his firsts to rub at his sleepy eyes. Three floors down (y/n) is waving so vigorously, Fred fears she might lose her hand. She’s sitting in the driver's seat of the car smiling wide.

“(y/n)?” He calls back confused and slightly concerned.

“C’mon hurry up! Get dressed and let’s go!” She yells enthusiastically.

Fred gapes, unable to keep his jaw from dropping. Fred is convinced he’s dreaming this up. This is nothing like (y/n), she’s the type to whisper in libraries and spend nights planning for the days to come instead of attending parties.

“What?” Fred has a multitude of questions but that ones seems the best one to start with.

“Ughhh stop asking questions Freddie! Just do as I say.” The sudden order and dismission makes Fred knit his brows and dive deep into contemplation. He’s never seen her like this. (Y/n) is the type to plan every single part of her day even to last second. To his recollection, this was not something that they’ve planned and she would never leave him out of the loop.

“Fred? Are you coming?” Ask (y/n) slightly annoyed. Fred makes a small sleepy nod before getting out of bed with a grunt and putting on some clothes. He walks out of his apartment, rocking a very messy bedhead as he covers his yawn with a hand and carries his shoes in the other. He opens the door to the car and sits in the passenger seat. He starts lacing up his first shoe and without shooting a glance to (y/n) asks “So where are we going?”

After a long silence, he looks up. (Y/n) has her hands on the steering wheel, she’s looking forward with a look of deep thought. Fred can practically see the gears turning in her head. She turns her head to look at Fred and slowly says “Well, I don’t know actually. I hadn’t thought that far.” She dives back into her head trying to rack an idea for a destination.

Fred shrugs, “then drive.”

(Y/n) develops an even more confused look, something that Fred did not imagine possible. “Just drive.” He explains simply.

“Oh.” She stuns. “Yeah, okay, let’s do that.” She shakes her head vigorously the words giving her a little strength. This really isn’t like her, Fred thinks. She normally has a smart and definite answer to everything. But today she seems confused and dares Fred even think, distraught. She starts the car and drives towards the end of the street.

“Uh (y/n), sweetie, it’s that way. This street has no exit that way.” Fred points his thumb behind him to indicate she’s driving in the wrong direction. She harshly steps on the break and Fred silently thanks himself for putting his seatbelt on a couple seconds earlier. “Right!” She exclaims remembering the street she has visited many times over the year that she and Fred have been dating. “Sorry.” She mumbles with red cheeks as she uses a neighbour's driveway to turn around.

They drive in silence for a very long time. Fred is scanning her face as she goes through nervous, calm, and confused states. He looks at her fidgety hands that can never remain in the same place on the steering wheel for more than a couple seconds. He turns his attention to her outfit. It’s nothing like what she normally wears, the opposite of what he would expect to see her in. She never looks at Fred, she just stares at the winding road ahead, sometimes mumbling things to herself, too quiet for Fred to understand. They are driving on a picturesque highway, the mountains on the left and the ocean on the right. Neither of them knows where they are or where they are going.

Fred spots a small building to the right of the street. Next thing he knows he’s pointing to it and ordering (y/n) to pull over in the small parking lot. The sign is small but it’s a little diner that states to be open 24/7. They’re the only car in the parking lot and (y/n) stops the engine.

“Let’s eat, yeah? Have you had anything today? I’ve got a hankering for waffles drenched in syrup with just a little whip cream on top.” He uses his index and thumb to represent the small amount of whip cream he’s thinking of. His eyes are bright for the first time since he woke up. The thought of the sugary breakfast gives him energy. (Y/n) laughs for the first time that morning.

She orders a plate of a dozen eggs and four cheese toasts. Fred thinks it’s the most absurd thing she’s ever ordered given that she doesn’t like fried eggs and isn’t a quidditch player on a training diet.

When the food arrives he finally asks, mouth full, “So, are you going to tell me what’s going on?” He gestures to her with his fork.

She pushes at the eggs on her plate with a look of disgust. “What do you mean?” She looks at him with wide eyes.

“This isn’t you love.” He points out simply. She sighs in defeat but doesn’t say anything. Fred gives her an encouraging nod and she sits up a little.

“Well, I overheard Harry and Ron talking about how much I plan things and I’m never spontaneous and while I’m flattered they said they would want me to plan their wedding, I realized they’re right. I mean, when have I done something without planning it?”

Fred chuckles. “Well you sure proved them wrong today”

“This morning I woke up and put on an outfit I hadn’t planned the night before. I think that would have been enough maybe. But then I walked out my door and the next thing I knew I hoped in a car and drove to you.” She sighs again, evidently uncomfortable with the lack of planning.

Fred drops his fork which creates a loud noise in the otherwise quiet diner. “Do you mean to tell me you stole that car?” Fred asks in a whisper, his eyes lighting up.

“No!” She disputes. “Well, depends.” She mumbles.

“Merlin (y/n)! You stole a car?” He exclaims. Fred sounds much too excited for a stolen car.

“Would you keep your voice down?” She snaps. “It’s my friend’s uncle’s car and while I didn’t ask if I could use it I knew he wouldn’t be and one time my friend said I could borrow it.”

She suddenly goes pale. “Godric, Fred.” she says slowly as she slumps in her seat and covers her mouth with her hand. “I stole a car.” The guilt on her face makes Fred want to laugh. Of course, he understands this is the end of the world for her but he couldn't be more proud.

She hops out of the booth and gestured to Fred to do the same. “We have to go Fred. We have to put that car back!” She exclaims. Her voice is laced with panic.

Fred turns in his booth to face his horror-struck girlfriend. He grabs her hands in his and looks straight into her eyes. His eyes are soft and warm and most of all calm.

“How are you calm Fred? I’m a criminal! You’re having breakfast with a criminal!” She blurts. Fred worries she might pass out. She’s gone pale and her hands are cold as ice.

“(Y/n), sweetie, let’s finish breakfast first. We have no clue where we are or how we’re going to get back so let’s start with getting some food in our bodies okay? Then I’ll help you return the car.” He’s so calm when he speaks, it convinces (y/n) to move back to the booth. Fred makes a whiny sound and pulls her back by the wrist.

“Come sit next to me.” He scoots further into the booth to give her space. She squeezes next to him as he pulls her plate to their side of the table. He laces his hand with hers and starts eating again.

“You know I love you even if you plan everything.” He states. (Y/n)’s cheeks turn red and her face suddenly contorts into a big pout.

“Really?” She asks weakly. She turns to look at Fred who smiles softly.

“Yes.” He states simply. “We balance each other out. Haven’t you noticed how much more spontaneous you are when you’re with me? I’ve noticed how much more I plan things when I’m with you. We’re helping each other. It’s no good to be only spontaneous or only organized. Together we can become both.” He moves back to his plate as if he were just talking about the last quidditch match he saw, leaving (y/n) stunned.

“Though I must admit I love what you did today. I won’t let you forget this one.” He chuckles and plants an adoring kiss on her cheek.

(Y/n) laughs again for the second time that day. It’s much longer and fuller. Fred can practically hear the stress escaping with it. He smiles to himself, happy he could help her.

She grabs at her cheesy toast and finally starts eating. “I hadn’t thought about it that way. I knew I felt calmer with you but I never realized how good we were for each other.”

Fred nods happily. “The perfect match.” He says proudly.

They take up a light conversation as they finish eating. Once back in the car they create a plan to get back. It’s not planned out to the second but it’s good enough to get them back into town. Fred holds (y/n)’s hand as she drives back up the winding roads.

“Cute outfit by the way.” He teases, smirking at her.

She grimaces. “Maybe I’ll keep planning that part of my life.” She offers.

Fred bursts into laughs and soon they are laughing together, the wind blowing in their hair, the radio blasting. It might be one of their best memories yet.

[cluz1babe]

*** Episode 2 Chapter 4 (STSF) ***

Dean leaned back in the booth. “Since I have you here, can I ask you something?”

“I get the feeling you’re gonna ask me more than something.”

He smirked and continued, “Do you trust me?”

“That’s kind of...” She paused, “Yeah.”

“Why don’t you trust my brother?”

“Sam didn’t tell you?” She shifted and Dean could see the discomfort in her face. “We tried to— I tried to connect with him.”

“It didn’t turn out well.”

“What happened?”

“I saw things I probably shouldn’t have. Instead of those thoughts and feelings flowing back and forth between us, it was all coming from him and going into me. Couldn’t control it.”

“What’d you see?”

She closed her eyes and focused her breathing, bringing it all back to her memory. “There was this person—a man. No, not a man. He had these yellow eyes."

“You saw Azazel. Did you see what he did?”

“No, but I tasted it.”

“And the other times.”

"And everything else."

“There was so much. There was Hell."

"Then almost like he felt…nothing"

“…and he did things… I can’t really judge him based on those actions. And there were a few beautiful things."

“Did you see Lucifer?” Dean asked.

“Yes. He was beautiful.”

“Beautiful?”

Y/N thought of his radiant grace. “His true form was beautiful, but I could also feel the terror. The fact that he was beautiful is no comparison to that feeling.” She thought for a moment. “There were two others in the cage. One was an angel, but don’t know who the other was.”

“Yeah… His name was Adam.”

“Who was he?”

“Our brother. We were related through dad. Michael used him as a vessel and they ended up in the cage with Sam and Lucifer.”

“Oh...” Y/N tried to find anything else to look at. Why hadn’t they told her about any of this?

“I don’t feel like talkin’ about it right now.”

I guess that’s fair, considering I’ve only known them two and a half weeks, she thought.

“What about Cas? Why have you been avoiding him?” Dean questioned.

“I don’t know. I just don’t feel right around him.”

Dean thinks about it for a moment. “Let’s start with something small about you.”

“As in?”

“What’s your last name?

Y/N rolled her eyes. “How many times do I need to have this conversation before you believe me? I don’t know. Or I don’t have one... It’s difficult to find that information without an official document. I wasn’t born in a hospital.”

“You sayin’ you don’t know who your parents are?”

She sighed, “Actually, I don’t care.”

“How can you not care?”

“They decided to check out early and tried to take me with them. That’s how.”

This revelation was unexpected and Dean didn’t know what to say.

“Look, I don’t know anything relevant to my life before 1995.” She continued. "Can we have fun now?”

“Alright, fine. You tell me what you want to tell me.”

“I was raised in a group home."

"Sort of. Someone saved me from my parents' death trap.”

When his senses returned, he prodded her for more. “How old are you?” “I don’t know exactly how old I am, but I was somewhere between 3 and 5 in 1995. Stopped aging in 2016, I think. At least, enough to be noticeable.”

“So you’re in your 30s?”

Y/N shrugged, “Best guess. Only it’s not that simple. There are feelings, thoughts, languages...like memories, in my head. Stuff there's no way I would know if I’m only in my thirties. I often question if what I remember is real or if the other stuff is.”

“What are some of those memories?”

“Actually sounds like you might have a lot in common with Cas.”

"Do you remember what I showed you?” Y/N asked.

“Nothing specific. It all runs together like—“

“Indecipherable thoughts strung together.”

"Within an acid trip.”

"Yeah", she agreed.

Dean swallowed, "Just thinkin' about it makes me want another drink."

“Tell me something about you that know one knows.”

“Sam is the only person who knows almost everything about me and the things he doesn’t know are way too private to be telling anyone else.”

“So tell me something almost no one knows about you.” Y/N pressed after too many drinks.

“I had a daughter.”

Y/N stopped completely, and stared at Dean. “Had? What happened?”

“She was killed.”

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s not the worst part.”

Dumbfounded, Y/N had to ask, “What could make that worse?”

“Sam’s the one who killed her.”

Y/N’s eyes were fixed to Dean’s trying to figure out if he was telling some morbid joke that she didn’t understand. “H-how—?”

“She was trying to kill me.”

Y/N was trying to imagine it in her head. Was she a toddler? 8? 13? Why was she trying to kill him? Maybe it was a possession? That doesn’t seem right. These guys can handle a possession, easily. Plus, they have an angel on their side. “I-I’m sorry.” She didn’t know what else to say.

“I only knew her for a day. I slept with her completely non-pregnant mom. Three days later, she looked like she was 15 years old. Trying to kill me to be accepted into her tribe.”

The more he talked, the more confused Y/N felt, until he told her the full story.

There was a long silence before she finally spoke again.

“Shots!” She blurted out and left her third beer at the table. This conversation was making her uncomfortable. She wasn’t expecting someone like Dean to drop a bomb like that. She slid out of her side in the booth, as quickly as possible.

The band on stage started playing a cover of Led Zeppelin’s Dancing Days and an older gentleman at the bar grabbed Y/N’s hand. At first, Dean thought he was going to have to step in, but She went with him. He was leading her out to the floor in front the stage and started dancing. At first, she laughed, but the man insisted by continuing his dancing. She finally relented and began dancing with him.

There was a crooked smile on Dean’s face. He hadn’t seen her like this before. It was cute. He took a moment watching before he started to feel a pang of envy. He wanted to dance with her. Closer than this man was, though.

However, when Y/N turned to look at him, there was something about her that reminded him of Lisa. There was a different pang in his chest, and his smile was gone. What am I doing here with Y/N? She’s at least 10 years younger. Maybe 12.

When the song was over, She and Dean were laughing again. Maybe the liquor was helping him forget Lisa again. His phone buzzed and he checked it. He made a slight grin upon seeing the message.

“Your brother wondering what we’re up to?”

“No.”

“Castiel?”

It buzzed again. Same reaction. “Definitely not”, he said.

“Ah, you’re talking to a woman.”

“It’s a dating app. Sometimes I get random messages.” Another buzz. “This one’s a picture.”

“Ooh! Let me see.”

“No. When someone shares a picture, you keep it safe and secret. Hidden to the rest of the world. It’s the respectful thing to do.”

“Ask her if I can see it.”

“Why would I do that?” Dean asked, perplexed and also intrigued by the idea.

“You interrupted fun drinking and sharing time by bringing another woman. Even if it is via smartphone. I’d like to know who else it sitting at this table and what they have goin’ on. — Be sure to let her know I’m also into women.”

"Lookin' for a threesome?”

"Why not?”

After giving her a devilish smile, he sends an ask the other woman he's messaging. Dean then leaned in close to Y/N, placed his hand on her thigh, making sure his lips were close to her ear so she could hear him. "Are you trying hard to be naughty or are you just trouble?”

"I'm trouble all the time. Naughty on the side, and nasty late at night." She caught her dumb line and chalked it up to the alcohol. They both giggled. "I'm sorry. I've never been good with my words, especially when I'm tryin' to flirt.”

"It's okay. Maybe I can teach you." Dean caught her lips with his and the kiss quickly became heated, with his hand traveling up her leg and to her breast. Her hand was grazing his crotch, feeling him getting hard. Even right here in front of everyone, he might screw her. He couldn't understand this desire to be inside of her so badly. When his phone buzzed in a reply, he handed Y/N his phone.

She looked at him, impressed. “Wow. Not bad.”

“Yeah, yeah. I don’t get it, though.”

“What?”

“The lack of hair. One, I thought that was over by 2010. Two, I just don’t feel that comfortable with it.”

Y/N shrugged, “So don‘t fuck her.”

“Easier said than done.”

She scoffed, “Why does a woman’s personal choice about her body hair bother you at all?”

“Makes me feel like a sex offender.”

“Sounds like your personal problem.”

“Well, also her age.”

“What’s wrong with her age?” Y/N inquired.

“Too young.”

“Too young?”

“Too young. I need to find someone my own age and stop runnin’ around, you know?” Dean looked off into the distance.

“Settle down? You?”

“Yeah.”

Y/N laughed at him and replied with a smile, “Sure.”

*** EPISODE 1 ***

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

Part One - Episode Two

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2 

CHAPTER 3

PLAYLIST Ep 2 Ch 1-4

EXTRAS:

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*** Strong Tongue and Slender Fingers *** (Here and AO3)

*** Alt Strong Tongue and Slender Fingers Smut Scenes *** (Here and AO3)

KLEE (Original Version) (Currently only on AO3)

Alt KLEE Smut (Currently only on AO3)