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intherainbowfactory · 1 year

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here have a little something also im queueing my posts bc lol going on a trip not gonna tumblr from my trip

“Ah ain’t saying you’re crazy, Rarity,” Applejack uncertainly assured her friend, “but ya do have to admit you can go a bit overboard at times when it comes to fashion and prettifying people.”

Rarity pulled out the most hurt-looking face she knew to make and mimed being terribly offended to the point of fainting with only her wrist, since her arms were full from carrying dozens of colors of lipsticks and lip gloss. She quickly laid them down on the table next to the salon chair where Applejack was sitting and then finally laid herself down on her zipping fainting chair with a theatrical, pained, sigh.

“Oh, darling,” she pitifully whined, “you’ll absolutely ruin my reputation in this town with these false accusations…!” She put on her best sympathy-garnering pout and looked about to shed a tear. Even the lipsticks on the table looked like they might burst into tears from secondhand exposure to Rarity’s woe.

Applejack did not look impressed. Scratching at her head, she said, “Look, all Ah’m saying is—ow!” In a flash, Rarity jumped up from her lying position with the harsh thud of heeled boots on hard wood and smacked Applejack’s hand away from her dangling golden locks.

“Don’t—!” Rarity hissed and hurriedly snagged a brush to put Applejack’s errant locks back into place before giving a relieved sigh. At Applejack’s glare she added sheepishly, “Sorry, dear. But I would be most appreciative if you wouldn’t touch your hair at all in this part of the process.”

Several sticks and vials of Rarity’s veritable lipstick collection had sadly fallen over from Rarity jumping into action—though none, thankfully, broke into tears. Picking them up to rearrange them into a more pleasing pattern with her deftly delicate fingers, she calmly explained, “Dangling hair can smudge lipstick so terribly, and I ever so want to make sure that I can model you perfectly to my creative vision for this one day I have such power over you.”

Applejack squinted suspiciously at her. “Now that there is why I want to put my foot down on this whole mess.” Rarity waited patiently for an explanation, and Applejack gave it to her. “I’ll be honest. You may have been kinda ‘fashion-crazy’ before at times, but Ah’ve never seen you so like… this. Yer like a whole different person! Mmm.”

As soon as Applejack stopped talking, Rarity got to work applying a vibrant red lipstick onto her mouth. She was done in seconds—no smudge, no mess—giving Applejack’s lips a vibrant crimson hue, not entirely similar to her choicest apples.

“Sorry, AJ, but I had to make sure you weren’t talking before I put this on. I think its color suits you to a tea!” Rarity swept all the other unused lipsticks off the table and onto the floor with many heart wrenching clatterings before taking out a red nail polish bottle from her apron. “Now hold out both hands and keep them still—oh, and make a kissy with your mouth to put the lipstick all there.”

“Mwah. Now like Ah was sayin’...” Applejack started.

“Oh, don’t worry about all that, darling. I’m just rather excited to finally have you two as my models after all this time! You two have really wonderful figures that I’ve been waiting ages to try my wardrobe on!” she gushed, swiftly brushing the scarlet nail polish perfectly onto all of AJ’s fingernails. Casting aside the nail polish bottle and taking in hand the blowdryer, Rarity then cooled over Applejack’s fingernails until they shone red, gleaming almost like the apple in the sun but with a deeper, more meaningful tone…

“Why, what a wonderful shine! Now if only I had my glittery scarlet nail polish, we could go to the red carpet later today… goodness, don’t glare at me like that, Applejack! I’d be less worried about how excited I am and more worried about how silent Rainbow Dash has been,” she threw out there to desperately throw attention off herself.

Rainbow Dash just sat there sulking and even more silently in her metal chair to the side.

Applejack looked up to the heavens and sighed. “Eeyup. ‘S a darn shame she went and died of a broken heart after losing the bet for us!” she called out.

“HEY!” Rainbow Dash jumped up, fury evident on her face.

“Ah can almost hear her now.” Applejack shook her head sadly, a smirk hidden behind her hand. Rarity also had some troubles restraining herself from tittering as she went to get some makeup brushes from a cabinet.

Rainbow Dash stomped forward. “You got something you wanna say to my—AUGH!” Rainbow Dash tripped on some of the lipsticks still scattered over the floor and fell onto her face. Getting up, she gave a dark look to the cowering lip products on the floor and kicked them away none too gently.

“Careful, darling,” Rarity worriedly remonstrated, waving a case of brushes, “be gentle with those! I don’t want any of them to break, after all.”

Rainbow Dash looked at Rarity like she was growing a unicorn horn. “You’re crazy. You know that, Rarity? You’re crazy! And you!” She turned her wrath to Applejack. “You’re the one who lost the race for us and made us have to go through all this!” she said, waving her arms to gesture to all of Rarity’s living room.

“Oh, don’t worry, it really isn’t either of your faults, dearies,” Rarity reassured. “It’s just that—well, I maaaay have been planning for the perfect eventuality to make a bet like that and win it for years now in a top secret master plan requiring the involvement of Vice Principal Luna and most of the student body,” Rarity explained with a look of bemusement.

Rarity took out an eyeshadow brush and a mascara brush from the case. “Please close your eyes and don’t flinch, AJ. Thank you! Frankly, Dash,” she muttered, focused on the task at hand, “I’m surprised that you even got so close to beating me…”

Rainbow Dash’s jaw dropped, and she just stared at Rarity as she darkened the area around AJ’s eyes with the tickling mascara brush, delicate stroke by delicate stroke in a grand curving motion sweeping across AJ’s orange face. Next, Rarity added some nice purple accents to the eyelids with the feathery eyeshadow brush, adding some shading in the middle of the pools of blackness to give them some life and contrast with her natural colors delectably. Predictably, all of this caused Applejack to sneeze. Thankfully, it was after Rarity finished up the eyeshadow.

“Bless you,” Rarity said heavily, going to the counter and picking up the piercing gun, “Dear, now it’s time for you to get pierced so I can put some absolutely wonderful earrings on you. I caution you that this will indeed hurt, but I will make absolutely sure that the whole process is completely sanitary.”

Applejack winced, opened her mouth like she was gonna say something before closing it, and wavered on what extremes she would allow Rarity to go to for a few more moments before finally relenting with a sigh. “Shoot, sure, poke a few holes in me. Not gonna be anythin’ worse than what happens around the farm,” she weakly mumbled.

Rarity advanced, a case of earrings from her apron grasped firmly in her left hand and the rapidly approaching piercing gun in her right. Right before Rarity got to Applejack, Rainbow Dash snatched her right hand and arrested her from getting too close to the farmer’s ears with that piercing gun.

“Woah, woah, woah. AJ, did you even hear what Rarity just said?” Dash exclaimed, and shook her head incredulously. “She’s gonna give you a piercing! You hate piercings! You wouldn’t even get a nose ring when you lost that bet we had at the Running of the Bulls!”

“That’s different, Rainbow,” AJ interjected lamely. “Ah just didn’t want a nose ring because… because Ah didn’t wanna look like one of them cows!” she justified.

Rarity looked uncomfortable. She struggled to get out of Rainbow Dash’s grip, but the other woman was just too strong for her. “Um, excuse me, Dash, but I need to give dear Applejack some earrings now, please,” she whined. “You know… for the bet I won against you girls fair and square,” she stated, gathering more confidence in her eyes the more she spoke.

Rainbow Dash looked between Applejack, looking torn, in the chair and Rarity, looking with fiery determination while struggling against Dash with the piercing gun in her grip.

Finally, Applejack sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, saying ”Fair and square, Dash. Fair and square. Let ‘er do it.” Rarity, for her part, restrained herself from attempting to jump on Applejack for almost disrupting the beautiful mascara and purple eyeshadow art on her face.

Rainbow Dash released Rarity and slowly backed up, careful to not trip on the devastated lipsticks and even more cautiously tracking Rarity’s every more. She backed up into the metal chair before sulkily dropping into it and taking one of the sports magazines from the coffee table to read, glancing up suspiciously at Rarity at intervals.

Applejack sighed yet again. “A’right, Rarity. Poke those holes into my ears, or whatever…”

Rarity just started in shock and then calmly swabbed at AJ’s ears with disinfectant. “I already have. Goodness, didn’t you feel the piercing gun poking through your ear. You should probably get that checked out, Applejack! It’s not healthy to not feel the pinch of getting pierced,” she sagely advised.

AJ just shrugged and Dash mumbled something.

Rarity, humming a jaunty tune, then took the earrings out of their case and set to putting them into AJ’s ears. “Now remember dear,” she said, “you’ll only need these for today, so if you don’t want to keep them you should just take them out tonight. Otherwise, you’ll have to flip them every day so the skin doesn’t grow over them.”

“Eugh,” Applejack opined. As Rarity put the left earring in, Applejack glanced to the side at the case and her eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of the earring’s shape. “A crescent moon…” she mumbled, temporarily lost in her own world as she continued to stare wistfully at the earring in remembrance of an event from her childhood…

But, that is not the story we are here to tell.

Rarity took stock of Applejack’s features as something nagged at the back of her head. Something’s missing, Rarity mused. What could it be? Let’s see… crimson nails, scarlet lipstick, quite the beautiful job of eyeshadow that really brings out her orange skin, and the crescent moon earrings— “Ah!” she exclaimed, diving into her cabinet to take out a case with a necklace in it.

Gingerly, she removed the necklace—gold with a ruby inset in the shape of a thunderbolt—and gently laced it around Applejack’s neck.

“Perfect~!” she gushed. Then, turning to Dash—”What do you think, dear? She’s absolutely stunning, isn’t she?”

Rainbow Dash boredly glanced up from an article on Soarin’s latest scores, snorted, and shortly devolved into a heap of giggles on the floor at the sight of Applejack. Collecting herself up from off the ground and brushing off a few tears, she said, “She’s hilarious! Those earrings and that necklace! Bahaha!” She took out her phone and took a few quick snaps. “I gotta post this to the groupchat next time we have a bet!”

Applejack looked miffed from her reverie being broken but was ultimately resigned to her fate. Rarity, on the other hand, was doing her best to not pop a stray lock of hair as her eyes twitched from her friend’s words.

“Why—why what’s wrong with it?!” Rarity demanded.

Dash snorted. “She looks like a punk wannabe! Applejack, a punk! And a necklace with a red thunderbolt on it! Bahahahaha! Who would wear a necklace with a red thunderbolt on it?” She laughed some more. “Apparently Applejack would! Why not an apple or something?!”

Rarity scoffed defensively. “An apple necklace would be just tacky, my dear!” Ignoring Applejack’s disappointed look downwards, she continued, “And what’s wrong with a little punk fashion? It’s so in these days! Just look at Applejack’s friend Coloratura! Such panache! Such pathos! Mark my words, punk and scene girls are gonna make a huge comeback in just a few years, and then I’ll finally be ahead of the curve!”

Dash threw a flat look at Rarity. “I really doubt that,” she said, throwing down the magazine and crossing her arms. “Anyway, you still won’t get me to put any of that purple eyeshadow on or anything...”

“Oh, don’t worry, darling, that’s most definitely not the vision I have in mind for you,” Rarity reassured, chuckling warmly. “But you’ll just have to wait and see~!”

Dash rolled up the sports mag and stuck it in her bag before standing up and walking to the door. “Yeahhhhhhhhhhh, I’m just gonna go, actually,” she said guardedly. “I appreciate the enthusiasm, Rarity, but you’re just not cut out for Team Make Rainbow Dash Look Awesome. Nuthin’ personal.”

“I beg your… mfrlgnpardon?” Rarity exclaimed, her face scrunching up in disgust.

AJ’s own response was growled out as she stood up and walked towards RD. “Woah there, Dash! You’re not thinking of just leavin’ after seein’ me getting all dollified without gettin’ made up yourself, are you? Ah mean, Rarity won the bet! Fair and square! You can’t just chicken out of it because you don’t want to do it!”

Dash thought seriously for a moment (a first for her) and cheerfully gave AJ her answer. “Hmmm… Nope! G’wan, call me chicken! I’d gladly be made fun of and called a wimp if it means I can stay true to who I am. I learned that lesson earlier this year and I’m not gonna forget it. Besides, what would my fan club think?! So I’m sorry, Rarity, but you’re off the Team,” Dash concluded gravely.

The lipsticks broke into wails of pity for a stunned Rarity at this proclamation. Rainbow Dash took a look at them with a raised eyebrow, shrugged, adjusted her bag, and put her hand on the doorknob to leave.

“Hold it!” Rarity yelled.

#cliffhanger???#mlp eqg #rarity belle #rainbow dash #applejack #eh? eh?#writing #my writing :3 #fanfiction #fanfic #a request from fimfiction #mlp

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aj-cole · 2 years

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🌈 General

Name - Asher Jade Cole

Age - 43

Birth Date - March 20, 1979

Birthplace - Chicago, IL

Current Location - Bradford Springs, CO

Occupation - Destination Ink Tattoo Artist

Positive traits: Creative, confident, friendly

Negative traits: Nosy, Impulsive

Where do they live: Downtown

Face Claim: Freema Agyeman

🌈 Bio

TW: death, AIDS mention, homophobia mention

A young, queer kid growing up on the south side of Chicago didn’t have the rosiest childhood. Particularly in light of the public and political reaction to the AIDS crisis. So, AJ kept the truth quiet, even inside their family. It likely didn’t stop them from figuring things out, and might have even been why her older brother went from annoying to protective. She never asked, and he never mentioned. Creativity was the way AJ expressed what was going on inside. It was always layers of symbolism, obfuscation. But also always colorful - something that would remain their style always - their colorful soul emerging as she aged. Her parents didn’t approve of the graffiti, but it impressed people who could have made life harder for AJ. College never appealed as more than a way to get out of the neighborhood, so AJ hung around, working odd jobs. When she met a friend’s older brother and got talking to him about his work with tattoos, that AJ felt the tug of a calling. They hung around so long, eventually the brother just offered to mentor them. On the condition that AJ committed to art classes to learn proper techniques Slowly, AJ worked her way up, starting with menial work at the shop, breaking down stations, ringing out orders and helping with booking. She was surprised how well she took to higher education, joking that her brother hadn’t gotten all the intellect, as AJ had once presumed. After years at the same shop, AJ had settled into a life she truly loved. Then, their sister-in-law fell ill. Initially, AJ had just planned to stay in Bradford to help with the kids while Caroline was sick. Then she passed, and AJ stayed to help with the aftermath. Then they started looking for parlors in town and eventually her own apartment and just sort of... settled in. It’s been ten years now, and she’s still enjoying the city. Still finds novel places and faces - and even now her own apprentice to mentor.

🌈 Head Canons

Their apartment downtown is done up in soft pastels, mixed patterns and textures... not one plain white wall in the place.

Similarly, AJ’s wardrobe is never plain - they enjoy baggy clothes that tend to look like overgrown kid’s clothes or a dad on vacation.

Cha-cha slides real smooth away from romantic commitment. She has her brother and his kids, her friends and the occasional hook-up. Who needs to settle down?

Body Mod Count: tbd

🌈 Misc

5'2"

Middle child

note: Freema Agyman is biracial, with an Iranian mother

#bio #bsco.intro

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queerbuckleys · 3 years

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some mini wardrobe analysis

last time we saw eddie wear a suit in a romantic setting was this in 2x17

until now in 5x01

and we literally have not seen him in one since. And in 2x17, by the end of the conversation eddie is upset- but also underneath all that he is panicking cause he just brought shannon back into chris' life and she just said that she might leave again, even though it was in the context of them being a family, she said she could see herself leaving Chris again and now, with there being an implication that ana is chris' mother- eddie panics severely, and i dont think we know the root cause of all of it. But it is crucial that even though he is buying a new suit, he is buying nearly the exact same suit, and he this is what he is wearing in both of these moments. like we know that this man knows what he likes and sticks to it (mr. i own 10s of henleys) but wouldnt you think that maybe after that instance with shannon and 2-3 years he might shift his tactic with suits? especially if its the suit he also wore to her funeral?

ill have more later as it all percolates but this has stuck with me from the moment we saw clips of this scene, and rooted when we found out that ana was there, and blossomed in the context of the scene and the episode.

#911 on fox #eddie diaz #911 meta #9-1-1 s5 #9-1-1 spoilers #aj knows too much about wardrobe #aj talks wardrobe #its almost like everything is a choice #wardrobe anon 👚#ana flores #shannon diaz #aj screams into the void

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thatwinterfalconshow · 3 years

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When you think there can’t be more things Sam and Bucky share you discover that you are wrong.

This is a room where Sam set up his superhero work station so presumably what was his bedroom once is overtaken by one of the boys.

There’s a couch that is slept on to further my point. This is where Sam must be sleeping.

Oh look the same couch. With Bucky. And same blanket.

So... where did Sam sleep? And did he really invite Bucky to stay knowing that there’s LITERALLY one bed?

Update: ok people, I am aware it is a living room. I'm not claiming it's not. But let's talk logistics here:

• Wilsons had 2 kids. This is not a mansion. At best house has 3 bedrooms.

• Sam didn't fully live there for probably at least a decade. House is technically in his and Sarah's name but it's Sarah's and her kids home.

• Then Sam "died" for 5 years. AJ and Cass might've been little when it happened and shared one room but they weren't little by the end of it.

• I can't see how one of kids just didn't take over Sam's old room. And of course Sam's stuff is still on walls. He's a fucking superhero to those kids. This is cooler than putting up some poster.

• So now Sam shows up alive and he's just not going to take a bed from a kid. Couch it is. Wardrobe still might have his clothes and stuff but long time passed. No one is just keeping empty rooms to collect dust. Only rich people from TV shows can allow themselves that.

• Really my only suggestion is for Bucky to go steal some origonal paintings from Sharon and then he absolutely can buy Sam (and himself) a house in the neighborhood.

#tfatws spoilers #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #sambucky #winterfalcon #bucky barnes #sam wilson

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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hi eve! Would you ever be up to write some solid lesbian fics? Fluff, h/c, angst, even smut if you want (and feel right about it, ofc). I guess marlene and dorcas make the most sense but june and heather is good too, or any other pairing you gel with. I adore this fandom but as in most places, feel like wlw or nblw relationships aren't always represented and would love some from your lovely writing <3 -aj

YEAAAHHHH WOOOOOO LET’S GO LESBIANS!!!! Marlene and Dorcas have like zero canon descriptions and I love them for it. Thank you for the suggestion AJ!!

“Honey, baby, sweetheart,” a low voice singsonged through the haze.

Marlene closed her eyes tighter with a grumpy hum of acknowledgment.

The voice laughed, making her pillow tremble; Marlene tucked her hands under the warmth of Dorcas’ back and stubbornly kept her face pressed into her chest. “I love you,” Dorcas hummed in that same pretty whisper.

“Luvva too, now shush.”

“Come on, it’s time to get up.” Long fingers combed through her bedhead, catching lightly on the tangles. Marlene sank into the touch and finally tilted her head to the side to look up at her lover’s face; Dorcas squished her nose with one finger. “Boop.”

“That was an aggressive boop,” Marlene snorted, stretching her legs out under the covers. “G’morning, sunshine. Good dreams?”

Dorcas shrugged one shoulder and the neckline of her sleep shirt slipped down an inch. “Not many at all, to be honest. You?”

“Wonderful dreams that didn’t include going to work,” she answered wryly with a glare at their bedside clock. “I don’t want to wrangle the boys today.”

“No?”

“I want…” She sighed through her nose and sat up, pulling Dorcas over to lay across her lap. Marlene ran a finger down the slope of her nose. “I want to stay in bed with you all day.”

Dorcas wiggled her eyebrows. “I’m intrigued. Go on.”

“I want to read a book, and cuddle you, and give you kisses, and have little elves bring us breakfast in bed.”

“Doesn’t sound too difficult. Anything else?”

Marlene thought for a moment, watching the cars pass outside their apartment building. It would be a beautiful day of sunshine and clear skies, perfect for a date. “I think that covers it.”

“In that case, I want ice cream.” Dorcas stretched her arms over her head with a groan. “And a pony. And kisses, of course.”

Marlene leaned down with a grin and placed one on her upper lip, then her lower, then both corners before blowing a raspberry on her cheek that drew out the most wonderful husky laugh. “Wish granted.”

“Any progress on the pony?”

“I’ll go coerce one of my millionaire best friends to get it for you.” She smiled against Dorcas’ lips and felt her heart skip a beat when a kiss brushed her sleep-warm cheek. “I love you.”

Eyes the color of rain-damp earth crinkled at the corners; a hand came up to trace her collarbone and give her nose another, gentler, tap. “Good morning to me.”

“Say it back. I’m your fiancée, you gotta.”

“I love you,” Dorcas whispered, propping herself up so Marlene could lay by her side again. “I love you. I love you, I love you.”

“Well, now you’re just making me look bad,” Marlene said playfully with a light tickle to her ribs.

The clock beeped insistently and she buried her face in the pillows with a window-quaking groan of frustration. “You really have to go, hon,” Dorcas laughed. Her palm pushed against the tense muscles to the sides of Marlene’s spine, peeling away her tension with ease. “Come on, snail’s pace.”

“Would you still love me if I was a snail?”

“No.”

Marlene gasped in mock-offense, poking her belly. “How dare you!”

“You’d be a snail!” Dorcas defended. “I wouldn’t even know you!”

“Would you love me if I was a talking snail?”

“Go to work, you weirdo,” she laughed, pushing until Marlene dragged herself upright at last and swung her legs over the edge of the mattress.

“I’m going to be thinking about that all day,” Marlene warned as she padded to the wardrobe. “The whole time. Hey Marlene, why are you so sad behind that camera? Oh, nothing, my future wife just doesn’t love me.”

“Only if you were a snail!”

#marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #sweater weather #lumosinlove #dorlene #my fic #fanfic #wlw #morning snuggles #fluff

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heesulovebot · 2 years

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bl/gl tag game

i was tagged by the lovely @gunsatthaphan thank u!!!! even tho this was the hardest thing ever lol i loved it 💕

your all time favourite bl character and why.

i’m just going to ignore the lack of plurals in that question and go with my top 5 faves (i’m a libra i can’t choose just one sobs). in no particular order:

tine teepakorn - i have never related to a bisexual character more. also he is sO dumb it hurts how much i love him dsknfkjdnf

kurosawa yuichi - he is the softest man, the biggest dork, and those smile whiskers literally cured my depression. idk man i just think he’s neat :(💕

kang seojun - there’s something inherently sad about seojun but the fact that he smiles through everything.... *head in fucking hands*

cha siwon - queen dasuel really knows how to write sympathetic-pathetic charas so well lmfao like, the secondhand embarrassment i got from him and the fact that i still adored him through it all. iconic, truly. another insecure character i relate to on a deeply personal level 🤪🤙

aoki sota - insecure bisexual.... holy shit i’m sensing a pattern here. he is pure of heart, dumb of ass, and i would kill a man for him and hashimoto

what’s your one character from a bl you wanted to punt into the stratosphere (you only get one so choose wisely).

aj i love you but i wanted to punt non so bad in dbk lmfaoooo

the best music moment from a bl.

wait idk what music moment means so uhm if we’re talking theme songs i still bump to gen y’s ost to this day an absolute banger. if we’re talking music in a scene... hands down scrubbs!!! still remember how the fandom lost it @ the headphone sharing concert scene in ep. 4 and it was all JA TUM TOOK TOOK YAANG 🗣️ ever since

what’s a popular heterosexual text that you would like to see adapted into a bl/gl?

i’ll take any 90s rom-com but make it ✨queer✨ also: any jane austen!!

a scene from a bl that always makes you laugh.

the white lion gang— particularly any line boss had (which you just know was a gunsmile adlib) but also the scene in s2g when the cake goes on fire and boss, the freak that he is, is like “cool!” whilst everyone else is freaking out around him jsdnfjdksn also i nearly died laughing when we walk into one of the scenes and boss is telling phukong “i knew your brother when he was this big [motions fist] and now he’s this big [slides hand down fist]” idkidk it’s just gunsmile’s expressions kill me. also: all of adachi’s spastic outbursts (esp when he’s with tsuge outside his apartment and then kurosawa’s ‘eh?’... omg also tsuge and adachi’s telepathic conversation in front of kurosawa dskjfnjfdnndksdjn) and green’s “what?!?!?!” lives rent-free in my head 24/7

biggest disappointment.

tonhon chonlatee..... i don’t wanna talk about how bad that show was 😭😭😭 (and how i even managed to finish it,,, she’s a masochist, ur honour). RIP podd’s bl career 🙏 poddearth whEN

what two random bl/gl characters would make hilarious exes?

YIHWA AND FAI!!!! we_could_of_had_it_all.mp3 sobs

who would be the funniest person to watch a bl in its entirety and which one would you make them watch.

re-watching twm with @patspran was a hilarious ride 10/10 would do it again. as for making someone watch a bl, if i had to make anyone watch a bl i would probs make them watch light on me because it’s pretty much a hi-teen web drama and i feel like that’d be an easy way to ease someone into bls,,, slowly make our way up to thai bls lmfao

best wardrobe moment/or character wardrobe from a bl.

miss yihwa was killing the game back in 2017 ur faves could never 😌 also everything nunew wears in that cutie pie show he is adorable. oh, also jang jaeyoung’s all-red tracksuit. simply iconic

tagging!🌈💕✨: @patspran @billlkin @itoldsunset @tehohaews @taeminie @mrdumpling @tontawantu @rashfcrd @earthfluuke @aquynh (only if you want to!!!)

#tag game #if you're wondering why ip*tm isn't on there for biggest disappointment..... we don't talk about her #also teh isn't on there because itsay is not a bl ty for coming to my ted talk

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hillibillibob · 3 years

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Welcome to the AU where I make Trucy suffer. Basic story info below the cut, but TW: Abuse. Though I don’t go into much detail. I also talk about how and why I’ve changed up her design for this AU under the story info :)

Basically I’ve dubbed this the Trucy Gavin AU. Zak ends up trusting Kristoph and letting him take the case which results in Trucy being adopted by him. I do not think Kristoph would be very kind do her considering his character in AJ. They do not form any sort of familial bond, Trucy tries, but Kris shits that down quickly, telling her to call him “Mr. Gavin”. He’s generally verbally abusive and constantly belittles her interests and gaslights her. He becomes physically abusive when he is agitated, either when a case doesn’t go his way and/or when he deems Trucy is in the way.

Trucy does end up bonding with Klavier though and finds his home to be her safe haven in all of this. He babysits her a lot and Trucy warms up to him fairly quickly. She also forms a pretty strong bond with Apollo, who is working as an apprentice of Kristoph’s at the time and eventually starts dating Klav. Apollo is the first to pick up on her abuse and prompts Klavier to pay more attention.

How her design has changed and why

Okay so I’m not a character designer, I don’t know much about character design, but I wanted to change her design up for the AU. I’ve adjusted her hairstyle only slightly, pulling her hair onto her shoulder and giving it a similar shape to Kristoph and Klavier because I thought Kris might make her wear it that way to make her look “presentable”, though I left it a bit of a looser curl as I imaging Trucy has thicker hair. I hc that her hair is naturally a bit wavy and was curlier when she was younger so they had a harder time styling it when she was little. Kristoph also does away with her magicians outfit, deeming it “embarrassing” and “inappropriate” (He also bans magic in the house and does not let vallent anywhere near her as a way of controlling and manipulating her, so an outfit change is natural.” Her wardrobe here is more reserved, but takes cues from her original outfit such as the diamond buttons on her dress. I also directly pulled colors from her og design, but rearraigned them a bit because I wanted her color scheme to be duller and darker. For example her dress used to be a very deep purpleish color, which I repurpoused in her shoes as well as her skirt in her older design, but I really wanted her main design for this AU to stay in the cool blue tones so I used her eye color for the dress. Her shirt and tights I pulled from the shading on the white parts of her og outfit and I repurposed her red scarf into a red accent ribbon. Her little diamond buttons stayed the same in position and color though because I thought they worked well on a classy business-ish outfit and because I wanted this design to call back to her og design. Other than that I just tried to make her look a bit sickly and sad. She often has bruises and her face is usually a bit red from crying.

I forgot to add the colors I used to paint in the bruises to the color references, but for context I used a fairly saturated purple, a yellow-green, and a pinkish red, then blended them with her natural skin tone. I used the oil paint brush in Clip Studio Paint for all of the coloring and the mechanical pencil brush for the “line art” (it’s a sketch layer, I’m just lazy. I was tracing over my traditional sketches so it wasn’t too bad.)

Anyway, if you’re interested in more story details let me know and I’d be glad to share more. If you wanna draw or write something for this AU I just ask that you tag it with #trucygavinau so that I can see it :) but I’m sure no one will care about this just like no one cared about my steven universe k12 au a while back. That’s fine. I’ll hoard all this angst to myself :))))))

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hcrringtonshair · 3 years

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Our Time

Summary: After the blip you want to be alone but Sam has other plans.

Word Count: 1455

Warnings: angst & contains minor spoilers of the first episode of TFATWS, so if you didn’t watched it yet don’t read it.

A/n: This takes place in the time around the first episode of TFATWS. This didn’t turned out like I thought, but after watching the first episode I was inspired and I like it haha. I love writing for Sam! God I just love him sm I wanna cry.

Masterlist

Hey y/n. It’s Sam… You’re okay? I didn’t hear from you for a couple of days so… call me back

Piiiep

Hey it’s Sam again… please call me back. I’m a bit worried if I’m honest… Whatever. Call me

Piiiep

You sighed, turning around on your bed, trying to ignore the urge to pick up the phone and call him back.

To distract yourself you order a pizza, finally listening to your stomach.

After another 20 minutes where you were staring at the wall, the doorbell rings.

Your anticipation was gone in seconds when you opened the door, and it wasn’t the pizza deliverer who waited on the other side of the door.

“Pizza with Mushrooms, Basil Pesto and extra cheese. Some things don’t change huh.”

Sam with the pizza box was standing there, a light smile on his lips.

“If I don’t answer your calls, you know what this means.”

You wanted to slam the door, but he was faster.

“Let us talk. Please. Just five minutes.”

“Fine. I’m already counting.”

You grabbed the pizza while he made himself comfortable on the couch on the opposite of the bed.

“Did nobody tell you that you shouldn’t eat in bed?”

His smirk sent stitches through your whole body while you stared at him.

“It’s none of your business. What do you wanna say? You have 3 and a half minutes left.”

He sighs, resting his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. For a couple of seconds there was complete silence.

“I’m worried about you y/n.”

He locked his eyes with yours, and you couldn’t help but stare back… again.

“It has been five long years. I’m back for six months, and you are ignoring me. Why? If you want to be alone you could have just told me. The others are worried as well I have to mention.”

“Oh really? Wait.”

You put the food away, standing up and started walking up and down the room.

“Steve is an old man and far away, Tony is dead, Nat… Is also dead.”

You blinked a few upcoming tears away.

“Bucky doesn't want any contact, who could blame him for that, Clint is busy with his family, like Scott and Thor is away in space. Oh, and Bruce is also busy.”

You sighed again, letting you fall back on the bed again.

“So no. No one is worried I think.”

“But I am. And I’m here.”

Sam stood up, crossing the room to stop in front of you, looking down worried.

His brown eyes were so familiar but strange at the same time.

“Come on. Pack a few things. I’ll show you something else.”

“Why? I don’t want to leave.”

“I know. Since when didn't you see the outside? Your mailbox downstairs seems like it was at least one week.”

You murmured something he ignored as he grabbed a large bag from your wardrobe and handed it to you.

“I hate you Sam Wilson.”

A few hours later you arrived in Delacroix.

You didn’t say a word since you sat down on the passenger's seat.

You watched the street, the woods and everything else, but you didn’t dare to look into these brown eyes again.

“Home Sweet Home.”

Sam clicked his tongue as the car stopped.

Shyly you followed him outside, watching him greeting his nephews and sister.

“Who’s this? Is it y/n?”

Your cheeks heated up as the Wilson Family looked at you while you leaned at the car.

“Yes I am. Hi nice to meet you.”

Answering one of his nephews, you made a step forward.

“Is this the girl you’ve been talking about all the time?”

“AJ, Cass, go help Carlos.”

Sam watched his nephews run away before making his way to the back of the car.

You knew Sam’s sister from pictures, her heartwarming smile made you feel comfortable in this unknown area.

“I’m Sarah. Took Sam really long to bring you here.”

“Five years.”

A tired laughter slipped out of your mouth, and she laughed as well.

Before she could answer anything else Sam stood beside you again.

“Come on. I’ll show you the house.”

He already had your bags in his hands, and you followed him.

After he showed you the house and let you rest for a while, you were both sitting on the boat his family owned, a few empty beer cans in front of you.

The setting sun was warm on your skin and since you put all the bad thoughts aside you enjoyed the company of Sam.

“You know what? Thank you… for bringing me here. Maybe it was a good idea to see something else…”

You stared at the calm water, which crushed slowly on the roof of the boat.

“I’m glad you like it. I thought it was a good idea, not spending more time speaking to your voicemail.”

He cleared his throat, following your view before opening up another beer.

“It was a lot to deal with. I don’t know how it was for the people who were gone for five years. But it was a disaster for everyone who survived… it was a nightmare.”

You emptied your beer, thanking Sam as he gave you a new one before returning to staring at the water.

The memories of the first days after the snap made your heart tighten in your chest.

“It was strange. I can’t describe it. But I’m sure it’s confusing for both sides.”

His voice was low, you hardly heard him speaking, so you gave him your full attention by turning around and facing him.

“It’ll take some time. Trust me when I say you’re getting used to it.”

Your voice was filled with bitterness, more than you wanted.

“Oh yea for sure.” His voice was muffled by the can and for the first time he looked away.

“I had to build up a new life. Find a new job, find new friends and all that. Everything I knew was gone... You were gone.”

Not able to look up any longer, you watched your fingers nibble on the label of the beer can.

“You know the last time we saw each other?”

“How can I forget this?”

Your cheeks heated up again when you thought about the night in Warsaw before he went off again.

Back in the days it was hard to be with him. He was on the run, you tried your best to be where he was when you could. If it was possible and safe you spent a day or night together.

After that night he was at the Avengers Compound and then Wakanda… And then gone.

“What I want to say is that we can try it again. We can continue there where we’ve stopped.”

“No we can’t. It’s not the same Sam. The world is upside down, and you prefer it to track some bad guys in Tunisia and make everything like the five years didn’t happen.”

“How did you… oh fuck you Joaquín.”

Sam groans into his hands.

“Look y/n. I’m just trying to make everything right. Everything is upside down as you say. Everything is confusing. And I don’t know how to deal with all that.”

“You could have visited me when you were back. I didn’t ask for much, as I said I don’t know how it must be for the people who have been gone. But I speak for myself, I needed you. I wanted to be the first thing on your list. It’s selfish and inappropriate to say this, but I wanted you to look after me right after you defeated Thanos.”

While you spoke your eyes had filled with tears and the weak tries to defeat Sam’s touch when he came closer were unsuccessful.

He sat down beside you, wrapping his arms around you while he listened to you sob softly.

“Believe me when I say I wanted to. Y/n, please. I’ll make it right this time. This is why I brought you here. This is our time.”

You lean into his chest, ignoring the anger that had built up in your chest before.

You were melting by his words, knowing that he was sincere.

“God I’ve missed you so much.”

Your words came out stuttering, your nails digging in his sweater like you wanted to make sure that he was real.

“I’ve missed you as well baby girl. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”

His breath was hot against your cheek when he lifted your face.

The kiss was a mix of tears and the sweet taste of his lips which let you moan lightly, and he grinned.

“No interruptions or surprises this time?”

“I promise.”

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sidehugsnsideblogs · 2 years

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FCSU# 59 Ready or Not

With the most problematic men of the church in jail awaiting sentencing, the judge declared that the children could start being released to their mothers, providing they could prove their ability to keep their children safe. A judge would oversee this on a case by case basis. With the news that they’d soon be going home the overall mood of the community hall lightened. The children weren’t happy per se, but the absolute terror had subsided. Some of the teen girls had decided to take advantage of their proximity to the outside world and began to pester Teresa for forbidden treats like chocolates and makeup.

A transcript of a call between Rachel and Royce mentioned Abby Brown by name and implied she'd be wed soon. This led to Abby being deemed an "at risk child" which broke Aj's heart but strengthened her resolve to leave. As she practiced her arguments the night before the trial she noticed her sister eyeing her.

"What?" She asked. Teresa began slowly and gently "Well its just that you kind of look like just another FCSU mother. Like you're arguing that you're no longer a member but you still dress the part?" There were rumors that other mothers would fraudulently claim to be leaving the church in order to get their children back. Word was that Rachel had been renting places scattered all over Newport City to house newly reunited mothers and children until all eyes were off them.

"You should probably update your look a bit to prove you're really out." Allie-Jayne had to agree, she did look like any other FCSU woman, in her nightgown and prairie dresses with her hair piled high. "I can't just walk into a store in town with all these cameras here. I'll stick out like a sore thumb."

"I can go for you. Let me take your measurements and I'll find something for you." Said Teresa. "Okay" said Allie-Jayne "Please find me a dress. One like mom used to wear." "Done!" Teresa got up to leave. "Any colour scheme?" Aj thought for a moment. "Make it red." Teresa still hadn't returned when Aj decided to retire for the night. She assumed Teresa had been called to work an overnight shift at the community hall.

Teresa walked in calmly the next morning followed by Becca-Dawn, Penny and an old fashioned looking salon chair. The younger girls seemed to be in a caffeinated frenzy. "Teresa told us you were updating your wardrobe so we thought we'd give you a makeover too!" Exclaimed Penny.Aj asked them where they'd gotten the chair. "Becca got it from one of the newsvans outside! All they wanted in exchange was a soundbite. Everyone wants to interview her, she's famous now." Becca struck a pose as though surrounded by cameras. "Enough talk! Makeover time!" Said Penny

"Are you a professional?" She asked as Pennybegan cleaning the scissors. "I'm an Influencer, so basically." Mumbled Penny. "Oooo I'm an Innnnnnnflllluencerrr!" Said Becca in a mocking voice. All the girls burst into raucous laughter. Aj laughed too, swept up in the moment. No one in the FCSU laughed this freely anymore. She felt like a kid again, surrounded by her sisters, playing dress up.

Allie-Jayne collected the shopping bags from Teresa and went into the bathroom to get dressed and see her new look. She gasped when she looked in the mirror. Penny had done a good job. Aj's hair was cut to just past her shoulders and was sleek and shiny from some kind of product Penny had applied. She'd also put on lipstick and some light makeup. It took Aj some time to grow used to her new reflection.

"What do you think?" She asked when she'd selected an outfit and emerged from the bathroom. Her three sisters were positively gleeful. "You're beautiful!" "Gorgeous!" "You look ready to take on the world!" Aj sighed "I feel like I have to take on the world." “Well you don’t have to do it alone. We’re here for you.”

The apostate Prichard sisters weren’t the only ones preparing for the trial. Natalie had smuggled her phone and had been exchanging messages with Elden, Rachel and Charlene throughout the whole ordeal. She’d sent them photos of sad toddlers in filthy diapers, rooms overcrowded with cots all fuel for the media fire. Now the church leaders were using the phone to coach the girls on what to say in front of the judge.

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oikawaplssteponme · 3 years

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The Apartment: part 6

▪️for parts 1-5, click here

pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x fem! reader

rating/warnings: swearing, like 2 seconds of angst (?), implying ✨spicy✨ things (but nothing happens/happened)

synopsis: You knew that living with your three best friends, Kuroo, Oikawa, and Bokuto, would be a wild ride. It’s never a dull moment with those three. Let’s just hope you can keep your huge crush on Kuroo a secret when he is only a room away.

a/n: HI HI💕! omg i loved seeing everyone’s reactions to part 5 (i didn’t plan for it to be as angsty as it was oops) so i wanted to get part 6 out asap! thanks again for all the love in this, it means a lot :)) as always, my inbox is open for anything and everything so don’t be shy to come say hi or request something💛 and lmk if you’d like to be added to the taglist :)) okay enjoy xx

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Six: little black dress

No surprise that you got zero sleep that night. Your brain wouldn’t shut off. The idea that Calie could be doing something with Kuroo made your stomach ache. She could be in his room right now, doing god only know what. It was awful.

The morning sunlight came peaking through the window of your bedroom. You laid in your bed, bundled up with the endless amounts of blankets you had. You knew you should probably get up. You had a class at 1pm. You checked your phone and saw that it was close to 12pm. You sighed and got up from your bed, heading straight to the bathroom.

You brushed your teeth and splashed some cold water on your face. Your eyes were still a little puffy from the tears you shed the night before. You left the bathroom and saw that Kuroo was already up.

“Good morning,” he smiled. Kuroo was already making breakfast. He wore nothing but a pair of shorts.

“Hi,” you muttered. You sat down at the counter.

“How’d you sleep?” He asked. Really?

“Like hell,” you said. Kuroo frowned.

“Oh I’m sorry. Here, I made you some coffee.” He handed you a warm mug.

“Thanks. How did you sleep?” You asked, unsure if you really wanted the answer. Kuroo placed a plate of food in front of you.

“Really well actually. I was super tired,” he explained. Hmm wonder why?

“Oh, that’s good at least,” you whispered. You weren’t hungry, you kinda picked at your food.

“Is Calie still here?” You blurted out. Kuroo gave you a confused look.

“No, of course not. She only stayed until her apartment cleared up,” he explained.

“So nothing happened between you two?” you asked, still unsatisfied with his first answer.

“What do you mean?” He questioned. You sighed.

“For being one of the smartest people I know, you can be really stupid sometimes,” you huffed. Kuroo rolled his eyes.

“Well if you’re asking what I think you’re asking, the answer is no,” he said. You groaned.

“Sure…”

“I’m serious.”

“Whatever. I’m gonna go,” you said, getting up from your seat. You walked over to your room and grabbed your jacket and shoes. Kuroo followed.

“I’m sorry, are you mad at me?”

“No no, Kuroo, why on earth would I be mad at you?” You said sarcastically.

“Okay well if you’re leaving then I’m coming with you.”

“No, I wanna be alone.”

“Do you wanna be alone or do you just not want to be with me?”

“Isn’t that the same fucking thing?” You grabbed your backpack.

“Y/N, what's going on? Talk to me,” Kuroo reached for your hand but you swatted him away.

“I don’t want to Kuroo,” you grabbed the front door knob, “if you want someone to talk to, go talk to Calie.” You slammed the door behind you and left.

You hated fighting with Kuroo. You rarely did, so it especially hurt when you two argued. You sat outside of your campus library on a bench. Kuroo left you a couple phone calls but you didn’t answer. You tried calling Oikawa but it went straight to voicemail. You then decided to call Bokuto.

“Y/N-CHAN HEY HEY HEY!”

“Hi Bo..”

“Woah there, why the sad tone?”

You sniffled into the phone.

“I kinda lashed out on Kuroo for last night…”

“Oh no...Oikawa told me what happened with that girl...I’m really sorry. What did you tell Kuroo?”

“I just got pissed off at him for bringing that bitch over and I just have that horrible gut feeling that he likes her and I know I shouldn’t have yelled at him but I’m just so upset. Like why do I have to like him if he’s just never gonna pick me?”

“Listen Y/N, Kuroo and that girl could just be friends. Kuroo could like you, but is just really bad at showing it. He’s an idiot.”

You sighed.

“Yeah I know. I just...god, why didn’t I just tell him when I had the chance?”

“You’ll get your chance, I just know it! Keep your head up. And when Oikawa and I get back, we can deal with Kuroo.”

You chucked.

“Thanks Bokuto. Well, sorry for bothering you,”

“You never bother me. Call me if you need anything, okay?”

“Okay I will, love you.”

“Love you too.”

You ended your call with Bokuto, feeling a bit better. You sniffled, wiping away the few tears still on your cheeks. You soon realized that you were still in your pajamas and people were staring. Great.

“H-hey…” a voice said. You turned around to see Kuroo, holding out a sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants for you.

“You left with your pajamas on. And it’s too cold to be wearing shorts,” he smiled, handing you the clothes. Your cheeks went warm. You got up from the bench and grabbed Kuroo, pulling him into a hug. He let out a sigh of relief, holding you tightly. You could never stay mad at him, after all, you loved him.

“I’m sorry for getting mad at you,” you muffled out, as your face was pressed against his chest.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry for ditching you last night, it was stupid and I shouldn’t have,” he said. You looked up at him.

“Yeah it was stupid,” you joked, playfully hitting his arm.

“Can I make it up to you?” He asked.

“How so?”

“Well, for starters, ditch class?” he proposed. You gasped.

“Kuroo Tetsurou wants to ditch class? Who are you and where is my nerdy best friend?” Kuroo laughed.

“I know I know but you’re worth ditching class for,” he smiled. You felt butterflies in your stomach.

“Fine, you can make it up to me,” you said. Kuroo smiled.

“Can you answer this for me though?” You asked. He nodded.

“Um- is there actually nothing going on between you and Calie?”

Kuroo sighed.

Could you be any more obvious that you liked him?

“No Y/N, absolutely nothing. I think Calie’s girlfriend would be shocked if there was,” he said. Your jaw dropped.

“SHE HAS A GIRLFRIEND?!”

“Yeah, her name is AJ, she’s super nice.” You felt so embarrassed.

“Oh my fucking god…” you burried your face in your hands. Kuroo laughed.

“Yup, Calie and I are just friends,” he said, “anyway, kinda got my eyes on someone else.” Your eyes grew.

“Wait what?”

“What? I didn’t say anything.”

“Kuroo what did you just-“

“Come on Y/N, I have a plan for us today!” Kuroo grabbed your hand and led you back to the apartment.

You and Kuroo spent your afternoon watching old movies and munching on whatever snacks you had around the apartment. Back in high school, you and Kuroo would often have movie nights together. Whenever one of you wasn’t doing their best, the other would be at the door with a movie to help. You loved that tradition with Kuroo.

You sat on the couch next to Kuroo as the credits of ‘10 Things I Hate About You’ played. You probably watched a total of 4 movies, bringing the time of day close to 7pm.

“I think that’s enough for watching movies,” you said, stretching your back from sitting for so long.

“Good thing I’ve got another idea,” smirked Kuroo. You raised a brow.

“And what might that be?”

“We are going out!”

“Out?”

“Yes, out! So Y/N-Chan, go get yourself prettied up and get ready for a night on the town!” cheered Kuroo. You laughed.

“Kuroo it’s a Tuesday. I’m not sure how much fun we’ll be having.”

“Don’t doubt me. I know where to go for a night like this. Now go get ready!” Kuroo pulled you up from the couch and led you to your room.

“Oh and wear a dress,” he smirked. Kuroo left you to go get himself ready.

Is this this horrible way of asking me out? No, can’t be.

*BUZZ*

You reached for your phone, seeing it was a call from Oikawa.

“Hi shitty-”

“PUT KUROO ON THE PHONE NOW SO I CAN VERBALLY BEAT HIS ASS-”

“Oikawa calm down-”

“AND DONT EVEN GET MY STARTED ON THAT BITCH CALZONE OR WHATEVER HER NAME IS-”

“Toru please-”

“DONT WORRY Y/N, I MANIFESTED THAT SHE WILL BITE INTO A TORTILLA CHIP AND THAT IT STABS HER CHEEK! THE WORST TYPE OF PAIN!”

“Oikawa?” You groaned.

“Okay I’m finished. Yes?”

“She’s gay.”

“SHE’S GAY?”

“Yes she’s gay. She has a girlfriend. I overreacted, her and Kuroo are just friends,” you explained finally. Oikawa went silent on the other line.

“Well that’s awkward... I had a brilliant revenge plan.”

“You’ll have to save it then.”

“BUT HEY that’s good!!”

“Yeah, he’s actually gonna take me out right now.”

“LIKE ON A DATE?”

“Uh I’m honestly not sure...I don’t think so at least.”

“Well regardless, do your best to seduce him.”

“Toru please-”

“Okay okay I’ll stop. Keep me posted!”

“I will.”

“BYE Y/N!”

“Bye shittykawa.”

“You really have to be nicer to me-”

You hung up on Oikawa before he could finish. You saw a text from him.

you suck -sent 7:24pm

You laughed and set your phone down to get ready.

You scrambled through your closet for a dress. You didn’t want to wear the same one you wore to the party those weeks ago. You scanned through your clothes before finding a little black dress in the back of your closet. It still had the tags on it. Oikawa had bought it for you for your birthday last year, saying everyone needs a little black dress in their wardrobe. You never got around to wearing it.

You set the dress on your bed and went to take a quick bath. After you dried off, you began to put on some makeup and slipped the dress on. You looked at yourself in the mirror. The dress fit you beautifully. You felt beautiful. You slipped on some heels, no matter how unstable you walked in them.

“Ready to go…” Kuroo stood in your doorway, nicely dressed. His voice trailed off as he looked at you.

“Do I look okay,” you asked. Kuroo licked his lips subtly.

“Uh yeah you look more than okay…” he said, still staring. You felt the blood rush to your cheeks.

“Well, where are we going?” Kuroo smiled and reached out his hand.

“What’s a good time without a little dancing?”

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Daughter!Reader x Negan, Reader x Daryl: Chapter 6. No. 12

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(I’m running out of relevent gifs)Okay this seems very short to me so I’m gonna try post another one in the next few days. I’d like to say a sincere thank you to everyone who’s following this series. I know the numbers are small but to have anyone following what I write is amazing and the best thing that’s happened to me this year. Thank you <3

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Walking through the city Daryl took a moment to look in the direction of your apartment. He hadn’t seen you in a while since the museum trip was taking up so much of his time.

“Is everything alright?” Carol called to him from her horse.

“Yeah,” he said then sped up ahead of the group. He felt he would have to see you after this. Just to check in on you. He’d grown to love visiting you. Your apartment had become his little escape from how mad the world had gotten, though he’d never say that or mention you to the group. He knew in this world he had to be ready to lose that comfort in an instant.

Back at the apartment you woke slowly, your head throbbing, your back aching, and feeling unnaturally cold. You looked around, finding yourself in Daryl’s room tied to a leg of the bed. Across from you was the wardrobe with a mirror embedded in the door. Blood had flowed down your head and over your face, and a cloth gag in your mouth. Through an open door you see people walking around your apartment. A tall woman noticed you, her face breaking into a wicked smile. She strut into the room.

“Well, Well, Well,” she knelt down in front of you, gently tugging the gag from your mouth. “You’re finally awake. Ya know, where we were tracking Dixon, None of us thought we’d run into Negan’s princess.”

You stared at her as she talked, your eyes still adjusting. She was dressed like a saviour but you didn’t recognise her as one of your father’s people. “Who are you?” you whispered, your throat dry. She laughed at you.

“Really?” she chuckled. She reached forward and grabbed your throat “How much of my booze did you drink and you don’t even have the decency to remember my name.”

You thought for a moment longer, “Worker Twelve,” you spoke, shocked that a worker had found you “You're a code orange now?” she took her hand away from your throat, realisation dawning on her.

“You don’t know,” she gasped. She was called out of the room by another person. She quickly pushed the gag back into your mouth before taking off.

Leaving you alone again your mind began to race. Didn’t know what? What had happened in Sanctuary? Why were the workers walking around outside now? Was your dad okay? You began to move your wrists, noticing they’d been tied together with some rope, and not very well as luck would have it.

You stopped when she walked back in. “Keep an eye out. They come back this way, we move.” she went back to her place in front of you, smiling at you. “Look, I don’t wanna kill you” she spoke to you “Well, not badly. We know you’re valuable to Daryl.” Your eyes widened “So we’re gonna use you. See, we don’t like the idea that some prisoner that killed a bunch of our people is now our boss. So you’re gonna play damsel in distress and when he comes to get you, we’ll kill him. And you if you don’t play well.” She reached up and patted your cheek, making soothing shushing sounds, “No need to look so scared. This is just how things are now.” You jerked your head away from her hand. “Fuck you” you tried to curse through the gag, though clear enough to hear. The smile fell from her face and she slapped you.

“You’ve got no power anymore Princess” she stood up and left the room, closing the door in the process.

‘Daryl is in charge at Sanctuary?’ you thought. The thought of such a kind man as a saviour didn’t sit right, which made you refuse to believe it. What was his plan? Did he know who you were? Was the past few months just a plot to get you back to the Sanctuary. Where was your dad? Was he even still alive? You tried to push it all to the back of your head to focus on what was happening right now. Regardless of what 12 was going to do to Daryl, she was going to kill you. Whether she said it or not didn’t matter. She had made it clear she only held anger towards you.

You tried to pick up the leg of the bed to maybe move the rope under it but the bed proved too heavy and your hands tied to high. You moved around while looking around the room to see if there was anything to help you. You saw a pack of lighters on the bedside table next to the top of the bed and began to move down, pushing your arms back to move the length of your body down.

You got your feet either side of the nightstand and began to pull it towards you, tipping it over. The lighters fell down along with a half-full ashtray. You kicked the lighters up to you, getting onto your knees to get it back to your hands. With a lighter in hand you began to burn away at the rope burning your hand and shirt in the process. When the rope finally broke you pulled your shirt out and threw it out the window. You opened the wardrobe and found a black shirt that you had stored in there for Daryl’s next visit, along with a pair of boots and a canister of fuel.

You looked at the window, with no fire escape and the gentle reminder you were 6 stories up. To the side you saw the drain and came up with a quick plan. As quietly as you could, You lined up cloths from the window to the door, pouring the fuel over them then leaving the canister by the door on it’s side so the remaining fuel could seep under it. You sat in the window sill, lighter in hand, breathing deeply and contemplating how stupid this escape plan was.

“What’s that?” You heard. Quickly you lit the fuel soaked cloths and hung outside the window, hanging to the window sill with your fingers. You felt the heat on your hands envelope the room, spurring you onwards as you moved towards the drain pipe. Your fingers shook as you clasped your hands around the pipe, between the burns on your palms and the cold of the pipe it took everything to hold on. You momentarily wished you had kept the gag in your mouth so you had something to bite into, but your bottom lip would have to do. You moved down rather slowly, occasionally looking down to see how many more stories to go.

“Shit” you cursed out loud when during one of these checks you noticed walkers coming down the alley, but you still had little under two stories to go. They were staring at you and would no doubt be there by the time you reached the bottom.

With little to no option, you let go of the pipe and fell the remaining distance. On the fall you felt a bone in your lower leg break. You fell to the ground and yelped out in pain, urging the dead to find you faster. Their groans made you push on, using the wall to raise yourself up. Between a mixture of limping and hoping, you desperating moved away from the dead, more and more joined up . You didn’t dare look back, working through your agony. Between the agony of a broken leg, the blood loss, and concussion, the chilly early spring air was all that was keeping you going. You didn’t know where you were going, but it was away from the dead.

Projectiles shot past you, throwing you off your balance as you fell to the ground. You pulled yourself up, looking back to see walker after walker drop. When they all fell you looked for your saviours. You see a group of men and women, looking down at you. A woman in a brown ten-gallon hat steps forward, bow drawn at you.

“Who are you?!” she demands. You desperately try to catch your breath “What are you doing here!?”

“Hey!” another shouts from the back. Daryl emerges, running to the woman. “It’s okay, Maggie.” he said, hand on her shoulder. “I know her, it’s okay.” That’s the last you hear before you pass out on the concrete.

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Won’t You Stay (Part 11)

Summary: The reader has a very long day but knowing Jensen is there for her helps her through it...

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Pairing: Jensen x Director!reader

Word Count: 5,000ish

Warnings: language, angst, implied past domestic abuse, implied body issues

A/N: Please enjoy!

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You hated to admit it but you felt better with a few more hours of sleep in you and Jensen drove the two of you into work, everything already going from the looks of it.

“Y/N,” said Mark as you walked onto the lot with Jensen. “Morning Jensen. Hey so we got your dad’s call. We pushed everything back an hour and cut the budget meeting. How’s your grandpa doing?”

“Uh, better,” you said, forcing a smile.

“Ethan said there was a family emergency and you were trying to come in. Family comes first kid, remember that,” said Mark. “We’ll work an hour late today. It’s not a big deal.”

“I will remember that,” you said, Jensen shrugging as he headed towards his trailer. “How are we doing on set up?”

“Almost done. Your dad said he should be here soon,” he said. “I did debrief this morning with the crew so we’re pretty close to being ready to film, maybe thirty minutes so the boys can do a quick wardrobe change and eat breakfast in the hair and make up chairs.”

“Sounds good. I’ll meet you on set in a few,” you said. You grabbed some coffee from craft services and a quick plate of eggs, finding yourself on the sound stage and fixing a few things before you were getting tapped on the shoulder.

“Playing hooky this morning?” teased your dad quietly. You shook your head. “Yeah, that’s what Jensen said. Here.”

He held out a small card to you and you shut your eyes.

“Dad-”

“Talk to someone about Logan. Jensen is concerned even if he doesn’t know what it’s about and I have a feeling you’ll give in to him one way or the other,” he said.

“I can’t go to your therapist,” you mumbled.

“It’s a whole practice. Dr. Miller has a son who is practicing now. Maybe you’d want to talk to him. Just go once. Maybe once is all you need. Trust me. It’s not as hard if you get some guidance,” he said.

“I’ll think about it,” you said. “I’m not promising to go.”

“It’s all I ask. Also, I may round up Logan with Jensen and we can beat the shit out of him together. I really like the new boyfriend by the way,” he said.

“Dad. I don’t need anyone to defend my honor. Also, grandpa’s alright, right?” you asked.

“Of course. I learned that one from him. Don’t tell grandma. Or mom,” he said. You smiled and nodded. “Alright boss. Put us to work.”

“Jensen, could you try that again with a little more…” you said a few hours later, resting your cheek in your palm. “What’s the word I’m looking for?”

“Menacing?” he asked.

“Yeah. Scare the shit out of Molly. You okay with trying that Bri?” you asked.

“Yeah, sure thing,” she said, giving a thumbs up. It was her first day on the set and you could tell she was nervous. More than nervous. You’d had to give her a pep talk to even get out in front of the camera.

“She’s a bit fresh,” mumbled AJ, your first AD. “We don’t even have anything usable.”

“Give her a chance,” you said.

“I could do a better job,” he mumbled. “And I haven’t acted since third grade. She only had the job because she was dating that Gil guy.”

“Dude. I get it,” you said. “Reset! Action!”

“Who are you?” growled Jensen, grabbing Bri by the arms and throwing her back against a wall. “Who!”

She stared at him a little too long and you sighed, Jensen cocking his head.

“Bri, your line,” he said.

“Fucks sake,” you mumbled. “AJ I am this close to putting you in a wig.”

“Sorry,” said Bri as Jensen walked back to his mark.

“Reset! Action!” you shouted.

“Who are you?” said Jensen, doing the same movements and pushing Bri back. “Who?”

“Molly,” she said, as if she were introducing herself at a freaking pep rally.

“Someone up there help us,” groaned AJ beside you.

“Stop,” you called, Jensen giving you a look when you wandered onto set. “Bri, not so excited and happy. Jensen is scaring the shit out of you. Act like the shit is being scared out of you.”

“Okay but when Gil was doing this, this scene wasn’t in there,” she said.

“The scene was always there,” you said, doing your best to keep a friendly face. “It doesn’t matter. Watch me. Jensen, I’ll do Molly’s lines, you just act.”

“Got it,” he said, Molly going off to the side.

“AJ, call it for me,” you said.

“Action!” he said.

“Who are you?” growled Jensen, moving you back against the wall. “Who?”

“Molly,” you grit out, nearly kneeing him before he acted like it hit its mark and he bent over. You went past him, pushing on his shoulder and stealing the gun tucked away in the back of his pants. He panted as he righted himself and you pointed the gun at him. “Your turn.”

“Brad.”

“Try again,” you said, cocking the gun. He was quiet and you narrowed your eyes, jumping when you felt a hand over your mouth and the other knock the gun away.

“Don’t let pretty girls get the better of you,” said your dad. You breathed hard under the hand, nearly breaking out of the hold before Jensen picked up the gun and you were pinned back.

“So, Molly,” said Jensen, pointing the gun at you. “Tell me how you knew James or I will pull the trigger. Now.”

Your dad moved his hand away and you stared at Jensen, taking a deep breath.

“Talk,” said your dad.

“I don’t think-“ you said, Jensen grabbing your throat lightly but surely making his grip seem something fierce. You whimpered and he smiled.

“I think we said talk. Now.”

“Cut!” said AJ. Both their hands fell away and you glanced over to behind the cameras.

“Something like that Bri. Be afraid but sassy. You know, be...” you said, walking out and throwing up your hands. “Where the fuck did she go?”

“I’ll go find her,” said AJ.

“Well hurry. Not like she’s in every scene today,” you mumbled. You ran your hands over your face, Jensen coming over and rubbing your shoulders.

“You’re really good,” said Jensen. “You ever act?”

“Not since she did drama club in high school,” said your dad. “She was tree number three. I was so proud.”

“You’re an ass,” you said, giving him a smile. “And I can’t act. I know this story is all. Also where is my actor?”

“Hey so,” said AJ, walking back on set. “Bri kinda decided to quit since she can’t work with Gil anymore.”

“Fuck,” you groaned, throwing your head back. “So we need a new actress yesterday. Great.”

“Y/N,” said your dad. He waved you to follow him and he went back behind the monitors. “Run back that last take we did with Y/N standing in.”

“Why?” you asked.

“Just watch,” he said. You sat back in your chair and pulled on your headphones, a few people crowding around to watch the replay.

“How many scenes is Molly in?” asked AJ.

“Twenty something. She’s only set to film the next three weeks. We could-“ said Mark.

“We definitely could,” said AJ. “Let’s call up to casting.”

“Whoa, last I checked, I’m in charge and can someone explain what is going on?” you asked.

“They want you to play Molly, sweetie,” said your dad. You went wide eyed and shook your head.

“I can’t act!” you said.

“You were damn good,” said AJ. “You and Jensen especially.”

“Everyone slow down,” you said. “I am not an actor. Call casting, now, and see about who didn’t make the cut the first time. In the meantime, everyone is going to calm down, we are going to go film a few montage shots of Lyle and Hale so we don’t lose the time and I need Mark to handle directing for a few hours. Everyone got that?”

“Alright. You’re the boss,” said AJ, he and Mark taking off.

“Y/N,” said your dad, catching your arm before you could leave. “You could do this. I’m serious.”

“Dad. How am I supposed to direct if I’m in it? I’ll find some girls, bring them in for test reads during lunch and one of them will be a fit. I guarantee it.”

“How’s Jensen’s chemistry read going?” you asked three hours later with a mouth full of a chicken salad wrap.

“Oh. Lovely,” said your dad. You glanced at a monitor, Jensen and the girl seeming to have a heated argument even if you couldn’t hear it. “Casting brought down his ex so this is going very maturely.”

“Jensen,” you said, speaking into a headset. “Please come over to the monitor tent.”

You groaned as you ripped the headset off. He must have sprinted with how quickly he turned up.

“I am not working with her,” said Jensen to the team reviewing the footage, an angry look on his face. “I’m not.”

“She’s available,” said AJ. “Right age. She’s a little stiff but we can work on that.”

“I’m not a good enough actor to pretend I can stand to be in the same room as her let alone play a love interest,” he said.

“Well you’re gonna have to suck it up. She’s the best fit we got right now,” said Mark. Jensen threw his head back and sighed.

“Give me and Jensen ten,” you said, grabbing his hand and leading him outside. “You really can’t work with your ex?”

“That’s the one that said the stuff on TV,” he said quietly.

“I get that you’re mad but something else happened there,” you said.

“It did,” he said. You stared at him and nodded.

“Okay then,” you said as you headed back to the tent.

“What’s that mean?” he asked.

“It means that my next few weeks around here are going to be even more of a nightmare,” you said with a smile. “I’ll do it but only because it’s you.”

“Y/N. You don’t have to-“

“I want to. This goes both ways, Ackles,” you said. “I got this.”

“Y/N,” growled your dad late that night. “Stop checking every take. These guys have been doing this for years. Delegate a little.”

“Someone’s cranky,” you shot back as you went back to your mark. “I’m supposed to direct.”

“Always has to be a little perfectionist,” he mumbled. You glared at him before you glanced over to Mark.

“Call it,” you said.

“Action!”

“I still don’t trust her,” said your dad, looking over to Jensen behind you.

“Hale-“ said Jensen before he was cut off.

“She lied about James already. Who knows what else she’s lying about. For all we know, she killed him.”

“I didn’t kill your kid, you idiot,” you said. Your dad leered down at you and you swallowed, stepping back into Jensen’s chest.

“Repeat that,” he said. You stared and he grabbed your jacket collar. “Fine. Let’s go.”

He yanked hard and you tripped, more than a little pissed with how he was dragging you away.

“Hale, stop. What are you gonna do to her? Do what you did with me?” asked Jensen. Your dad froze and you could feel how quiet the studio was, so still you could hear yourself panting. “I thought you weren’t doing that shit anymore.”

“Don’t go soft, kid. She’s just a girl.”

“I was just a boy,” said Jensen. “She had the chance to run and she didn’t. I think that’s telling us something but you’re too thick headed to see it.”

“I ain’t running a daycare,” he said, shoving you aside and getting in Jensen’s face.

“Come on Molly,” said Jensen as he grabbed your hand. You started to let him lead you to the door when you froze. “Molly, come on. I’ll get you somewhere safe.”

“I don’t know anyone named James,” you said over your shoulder. “I just know there’s a guy after me.”

“James get killed cause of you?” asked your dad. You shook your head. “Talk.”

“I saw a murder,” you said. “I have been running ever since. It’s all I know.”

“Last thing I need is another stray,” said your dad, bumping into you hard as he left the room.

“Hale. Hale!” called Jensen.

“Stay away Lyle if you know what’s good for you.”

“Cut!” said Mark. “We get it?”

“I’m good,” you said. “Wrap it for the day.”

“You did a good job, kiddo,” said your dad as he came back on set.

“I’m gonna ruin it,” you said, running your hands over your face. “What am I doing?”

“Pretty damn well for your first day,” said your dad as he rubbed your shoulders. You dropped your hands and saw Jensen nod back at him. “I’ll leave you in good hands.”

“Night dad,” you said.

“Night, sweetie. Have Jensen drive you home,” he said. “If you don’t mind that is.”

“I was probably going to crash at her place anyways,” said Jensen. Your dad blinked and Jensen just stared at him. “You know, as a friend.”

“I don’t want to know,” he said as he shook his head. “Night, Y/N.”

“Goodnight,” you said, covering your face. “Is he gone?”

“Yeah,” chuckled Jensen. “He’s gone. Come on, let’s take you home. You had a long day.”

“I’m exhausted,” you said as you plopped down on your bed close to eleven, Jensen ditching a bag with some of his clothes by your closet door.

“You need to eat some dinner,” said Jensen. You could hear him out in your kitchen and you shut your eyes, Jensen suddenly there and pushing on your shoulder. “Girl, you need to go grocery shopping. You ain’t got nothing but spinach and some dressing in there.”

“New diet,” you yawned as you shut your eyes again.

“I’m ordering us chinese,” he said. “Then we’re having that little chat and adding why you don’t need to go on a diet to that list.”

“Can we do it tomorrow?” you groaned.

“Nope,” he said. He lay back on the bed and ordered some food, turning to you when he hung up. “So.”

“What’s wrong with eating healthy?” you asked.

“Nothing, honey,” he said softly. “But you don’t need a diet.”

“Maybe not but it’s my choice,” you said.

“We’ll table that conversation for the moment,” he said. “Let’s talk about the whole incident this morning.”

“What about it?” you mumbled. You rolled to your side, Jensen resting a hand on your waist and rolling you back towards him.

“Why are you so mean to yourself? You’re so kind to everyone but you,” he said.

“I don’t know,” you said quietly.

“Yes you do,” he said.

“Cause I don’t deserve to be nice,” you said. He stared at you and he squeezed his eyes shut.

“You are so, so wrong,” he said. “You gotta be good to you, Y/N. You gotta take care of yourself. If you don’t, how can you take care of everything else?”

“I’m not good enough though,” you said.

“Can you try something for me?” he asked.

“What?”

“What do you like about yourself?” he asked.

“I guess my eyes are alright,” you said. He placed a hand on your cheek and smiled.

“I like your eyes too,” he said. “Was that so hard?”

“A little,” you whispered. He smiled and kissed you gently, bumping his nose against yours.

“Then we gotta practice everyday,” he said. “Okay?”

“You’re a good guy,” you said.

“Not really. You’re just not supposed to be an asshole,” he said.

“Jens. I know the difference. You’re a good guy,” you said. He stared at you, playing with the end of your hair. “I know you want to know why I’m...or what happened with Logan.”

“I do. But it’s not as important as you knowing that you more than deserve to be kind to yourself,” he said. “The other stuff can come later.”

“Okay,” you said, shutting your eyes. “I’ll try for you.”

“Try for you too,” he said.

“Alright. For both of us,” you said. He kissed the tip of your nose and you burrowed in closer to him, Jensen laying an arm over your waist.

“Try to eat enough and get enough sleep too, huh?” he said.

“Alright,” you mumbled. “Can I go to bed now?”

“You still need dinner, silly,” he said. You could feel the rumble of his chest as he laughed and you sighed. “Real soon though. You can sleep in until eight tomorrow.”

“I have to learn a stunt,” you said. “I think.”

“You have to learn to delegate to your crew, especially the next few weeks,” said Jensen. “We get up at eight, go in, you can tag up with your team, learn your stunt and we’ll be rolling by 11.”

“I’m too tired to argue so fine, you win,” you said.

“Music to my ears. You did a really good job today. You should consider acting more,” he said.

“I wrote the story. It’s the only reason I even remotely know what I’m doing,” you said.

“No, you got talent,” he said. “Write, direct and act? Triple threat.”

“Whatever you say, Ackles,” you hummed.

“Y/N.”

You forced your eyes open, Jensen smiling back at you.

“I’m serious. Take the compliment,” he said.

“Compliment taken,” you said. He was quiet but gave you a kiss on your forehead that made you smile.

“I started reading your other book today during a break. You should think about publishing those other stories of yours,” he said.

“Why? They aren’t all that good,” you said.

“They are really good, honey. People would love to read your other work. Why’d you put the Lyle Sullivan story out on your blog at first?” he asked.

“I knew people liked the character,” you said.

“Maybe people will like Forest and Andi too. You don’t know unless you try and we’re on that whole try kick so…” he said. You rolled your eyes but gave him a smile.

“When I am done with the movie, I will take a look and maybe publish one of those other ones,” you said. “Any other demands?”

“I’ll take a hug now that you mention it,” he said. You chuckled and moved your arm around his back. “Ah. Thank you, honey.”

“Thank you, fanboy,” you said. You pecked a kiss on his cheek and he gave a soft smile, his fingers playing with a few pieces of your hair again. “You okay?”

“Earlier with Erica...you didn’t have to do that, go and take her place. I could have sucked it up,” he said.

“You would have been miserable. Perks of dating the boss,” you said, Jensen not cracking a smile. “I got the vibe it wasn’t a good breakup either. I think that her talking about your sex life was just the straw that broke the camel’s back.”

“It was. I don’t really want to talk about it. Not right now at least,” he said.

“You don’t ever have to. If it goes for me, it goes for you,” you said. His lip twitched up and he nodded. “So I’ve never done a stunt before. What’s it like?”

“It’s not hard. Everyone will make sure you’re safe and everyone involved in it is. Your dad and me have the big fight scenes to deal with so you won’t have to worry about choreography to learn,” he said. “I don’t know how your dad does it to be honest.”

“Does what?” you asked.

“He seems perfect. He’s good at his job, he prioritizes his family, he doesn’t screw up takes and also has advice for when I’m about to freak out over something,” he said.

“The world wants to adore him so that is what it sees. But you know it’s not all perfect. He has more pain inside him than I think even I know,” you said. You took a deep breath and Jensen gave you a quick smile.

“I’ll never tell anyone what you told me about his depression. I know how to keep a secret,” he said.

“I wouldn’t have told you if I didn’t trust you to know,” you said. “I know it’s weird but you’re my dad’s friend too.”

“He is kinda awesome,” said Jensen. You chuckled and he ran his thumb under your eye. “You know, you are too damn attractive for your own good.”

“I’m sleep deprived and had a near mental breakdown multiple times today,” you said.

“Like I said, hot damn woman,” he said, a little drawl in his words.

“Okay, cow poke,” you laughed. “What’s with the accent?”

“Accent? I’m from Texas,” he said.

“Really?” you said as you sat up suddenly. “My dad’s from Waco. It’s where the rest of our family is.”

“Dallas,” he said with a big smile. “You ever live there?”

“Sometimes in the summer we would stay at my grandparents house. Now we have like a vacation house there for visiting. It’s really up and coming there now. You totally make more sense now if you’re from Texas. I’ve met a few southern gentlemen before,” you said.

“I think I went to Waco for a sleepaway camp once when I was a kid,” he said, his face turning pink. “I mean a baseball camp thing.”

“Why would I care if you went to a sleepaway camp?” you asked as you cocked your head. He sat up and stared at you, shrugging.

“Someone teased me about it once,” he said quietly as he shook his head. “It’s fine.”

“I used to go to a lot of camps,” you said. “My dad wanted me to grow up like we were some middle class suburban family. Not every kid has a freaking bodyguard with them though.”

“Brody, yeah, he seemed super cool,” said Jensen. “You grew up with him?”

“Yeah. Once my dad did Batman when I was about four, things kind of exploded. Some woman tried to kidnap me at the grocery store once. He flipped his shit and then I basically wasn’t allowed to go anywhere without him for a few years.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. I think the chick was super obsessed or something. He was so leery of women after that. I’m surprised he ever found my mom to be honest,” you said.

“She doesn’t act right?” he said.

“No. She’s an elementary school teacher,” you said. “He met her when he was late picking me up from school once. She tore him out a new one,” you said. “He said at some point when she was telling him how irresponsible he was for leaving a ten year old waiting outside all by herself that he fell in love.”

“Sounds about right,” he said. “Was she your teacher?”

“No, it wasn’t that cliche. She was new that year. She was nice,” you said. “I mean, she really made him happy. Still does.”

“I can’t imagine growing up like that. My dad does mostly commercials or voice over work. Some years were better than others but he was never big or recognized really.”

“You’re about to be just like my dad, Jensen,” you said. “The movie is going to change your life. It’ll change your family’s life.”

“Good thing I already found my girl then, hm?” he teased. “I won’t have to worry about that part.”

“You may end up needing your own Brody,” you said.

“Alright. If it happens, it happens. No use in stressing over something I can’t control,” he said. “Hey, plus then I wouldn’t need to worry about you either.”

“You don’t have to worry about me, Jensen. I’m a big girl,” you said.

“Sorry, can’t help it. Sucks for you,” he chuckled. “Do me one small favor from now on.”

“Needy little thing tonight aren’t you,” you said as you smirked. “What is it?”

“When you’re working late and I’m not around, have security walk you to your car for me?” he asked. You nodded and he relaxed, shutting his eyes. His stomach growled and you giggled, putting a hand on it. He grabbed your wrist quickly and pushed your hand away before he got up from the bed fast.

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

“Just don’t…” he said before he rubbed the back of his neck. “I get insecure about myself too.”

“Sorry. You’re so fit and healthy though,” you said.

“Don’t say that,” he said.

“Alright,” you said softly. He took a deep breath and he looked past you with a wince. “Food will be here soon.”

He nodded and bit his bottom lip. He almost left the room but instead walked back near the bed, glancing down at the floor.

“My old girlfriend...she kinda told me I needed to get shredded to get bigger roles and stuff. I tried, I did, but I could only get to a certain point and-”

“Jensen,” you said, standing on top of the bed and looking down at him. “You are attractive. I like what I see, I do. It’s not why I like you though.”

“I have a stomach,” he said.

“Most people do,” you said. “It’d probably suck if you didn’t. It’s kinda important after all.”

“Y/N, you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I do,” you said as you hopped off the bed. You rested a hand on his stomach again and smiled. “If we’re gonna have rules for me about being nicer to myself, you’re gonna have those same rules and that starts with you knowing that you are perfectly healthy. Got that? Even Lyle Sullivan doesn’t have six pack abs and he’s a dreamboat like you.”

He smirked and you knew he felt better, your intercom buzzer going off at the front of the apartment.

“I’ll get it,” he said. You went with him out to the kitchen, Jensen slipping on his sneakers and going down to the lobby for a minute, returning with a massive bag. “I ordered you some leftovers for tomorrow too.”

“You are really nailing this boyfriend thing so far,” you said as you took a seat at the counter.

“Fake it til you make it,” he said, pulling out a container and setting it down.

Ten minutes later you were both stuffed from shoveling food in your bellies and Jensen was tucking the remainder of the food in your fridge.

“Hey, Jens,” you said as you slowly made your way back into the bedroom.

“Mhm,” he hummed, going over to his bag to pick out some clothes to change into.

“You can talk to me about stuff too,” you said. He smiled and gave a slight nod. “Get your butt in bed, Ackles. I want a cuddle after today.”

“I could do with one of those,” he yawned. You went to your closet and changed into a pair of shorts, staring at your shirts for a moment before you felt fabric hit your head. You shook it off and glanced down, a short sleeve men’s band shirt in your hand. Turning your head you saw Jensen smirk before he went out of view. You pulled his shirt on, stepping out to the bedroom. Jensen grabbed a blanket from the corner and had a pillow in his hand.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Bed?” he said, pointing out your bedroom door.

“Jensen. You’re not sleeping on my couch,” you said. “It’s not like we’ve never shared a bed before.”

“I don’t want to assume anything,” he said.

“Assume you can sleep in bed,” you said with a smile. You walked to your side and got under the covers, head hitting the pillow as Jensen got in the other side. You rolled closer and heard him laugh.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he whispered, giving you a chaste kiss. “Sleep good, honey.”

“Goodnight, Jensen,” you mumbled, out like a light before you could even feel him put his arm around you.

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A/N: Read Part 12 here!

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