#also i have completed the sequel to green is not your color and it is delightful

[bigmammallama5]

Something fun to be posted to my supercorp coffee book v2 tomorrow for pride <3 wrote it on my lunch break lmao

#i need a writing tag #to go with sango’s cleaned up sketch from monday #also i have completed the sequel to green is not your color and it is delightful #i will probably not post it soon bc i dont particularly want people in my own community to tell me to kms during pride month #but it is written and full of consent and very silly and i need to tweak and edit it #and i have also figured out some #other aus #and have started that writing #but i have much art to complete #so this short fic tomorrow is all i can spare #happy early pride my friends

[practicingsmut]

So Good Right Now

gamer!bf!jisung x reader, 1k words, a short sequel to saturday, this is specifically for @romynochill and @mysweethannie because they left really nice comments on the first part that made me very happy

The words you dreaded most flashed across the screen: YOU HAVE DIED.

“No, no, no,” you whined, knowing what was coming next.

“What’s the matter, baby? I thought you were good at this game, but you keep dying,” your boyfriend, Jisung, teased. His breath was hot on the back of your ear.

“Jiji, I can’t.” You tried to squirm out of his grasp, but he held you to him easily.

“Color?” he asked.

You paused for a moment before answering with a quiet but sure, “Green.”

Jisung pressed a quick kiss to your neck before doing the thing you were dreading, which also happened to be the thing you had just given him permission to do: turn up the setting on the vibrator that he had pressed against your clit.

That was the game the two of you had set up for the day. It had started out as just cockwarming while playing video games together, something the two of you had done a few times over the course of the few weeks you had been together, but then Jisung had suggested the added stake of the vibrator. It had started off on the lowest setting, barely a buzz, but every time you died in the game, Jisung turned it up. The higher the setting the more distracting it was, and the more distracting it was the more you died, so the little machine was already nearing its highest setting. The set up had already worked you through three orgasms, and now thanks to your masochistic nature, you were nearing a fourth.

You dropped the controller, not even caring about the way the plastic smacked against your knee on its way to the floor. The only thing you could focus on was the rhythmic pulsing that the vibrator sent through your already aching clit.

“Gonna cum for me already?” Jisung asked. He pressed another kiss just behind your ear. “You know, it’s pretty hard for me to hold this straight when you’re twitching and moving around like that. It’d be a shame if it slipped away right before you were able to…”

“No!” you cried, your hand moving from the armrest of the chair to grip Jisung’s wrist. Overstimulation was one thing, but to get you all worked up almost to the point of tears just to ruin your orgasm at the last moment? There was no way you were letting Jisung move that vibrator off of you.

Then all of a sudden your climax was washing over you and the sensations that weren’t enough were now too much. It took Jisung a moment to realize you had switched from holding his hand steady to trying to push it away, but eventually he got the memo and put the vibrator to the side.

Neither of you made any move to separate for a while. You weren’t sure your legs would be able to keep you standing in their jelly-like state and Jisung was content with letting you lay in his arms while you came down from your high. Once your breathing settled, Jisung gently lifted you up so his cock was no longer inside of you. Though you were completely satisfied with the sex you’d had, you couldn’t help but bemoan the fact that you were no longer full of him.

You stumbled over to your mattress, which still sat on the floor with no bed frame, before flopping onto it face first. As much as you wanted to stay like that, you had to breathe, so you shifted your head just in time to catch sight of your boyfriend changing into a clean pair of underwear and pants. The ones he had been wearing were quite soaked thanks to your overworked vagina.

“Well, I’m glad you landed on this sweatshirt so you’re not dripping all over your sheets. You couldn’t clean yourself up before getting into bed?” Jisung jokingly chastised.

Your lips turned down in a slight pout. “You’re the reason I’m like this, you should have to clean me up yourself.”

Jisung pretended to consider your words for a minute before answering you. “You make a good point. I’ll get on that right away.”

Everything was fine when Jisung’s hand landed on the back of your thigh, but you couldn’t help but flinch when the soft towel came into contact with your still sensitive core. Jisung apologized with each wipe, doing his best not to be too rough with you. Once you were clean she slipped a fresh pair of panties onto you, grabbing the sweatshirt you soiled in the process so you didn’t end up dirtying yourself again.

“You didn’t get to cum,” you said, pushing yourself up onto your elbows so that Jisung could hear your revelation.

He shrugged. “I still had a really good time, in case you couldn’t tell. Seeing you get all worked up like that just from me touching you? Nothing’s better than that.”

“Technically it was the vibrator touching me, not you,” you pointed out as Jisung slid under the covers to lay next to you. You moved to snuggle him, but he wiggled just out of reach.

“Well I guess that means you don’t need me to touch you now,” he threatened, though there was a wide smile on his face. He chuckled at your protest, calling you cute and pulling you into a tight embrace. You were both on your sides facing each other with your arms and legs tangled together.

“I love you, you know that?” you said. Or at least you tried to - your stomach decided that it was the exact right moment for it to growl loudly. You groaned and tried to move your hands up to cover your reddening face, but Jisung caught them before you could hide away from him, taking a moment to pepper your face with kisses.

“I love you too.” Then, a moment later he added, “Do you wanna get dinner soon? We can order some take out so we won’t have to leave the apartment.”

“Hmm, I’m not quite ready yet,” you answered despite your protesting stomach. “I think I want to stay right where I am for a little bit longer.”

#kpop smut #han jisung x reader #jisung x reader #han x reader #j.one x reader #stray kids x reader

[amethystina]

I was tagged by @a-very-fond-farewell! Thank you so much darling 💜

1. Last song: Shishen Take On the Challenge from The Yin-Yang Master: Dream of Eternity soundtrack (which I paid a small fortune to get my hands on so you bet I've been listening to it almost non-stop ever since. The music is SO FUCKING GOOD OKAY)

2. Favorite color: Purple — which I feel should come as a surprise to no one xD

3. Currently watching: The Killing Vote, because I apparently need more dramas where the Korean public is allowed to vote on whether or not to execute people. Quite enjoying it so far! The characters are a hoot xD And I'm curious to see what they do with the Kwon Seok Joo dude.

I also just started The Guest because I want to watch it before they remove it from Netflix but BOI. That's not one I'll be able to binge, that's for sure. Horror is great but also, well, terrifying x'D

Though, I must say, I might have to take a detour and rewatch the Along With the Gods movies. I've been meaning to do so for ages and seeing Kim Dong Wook in The Guest makes the urge even stronger. Because, let me tell you, I'm SO EAGER to rewatch the movies and observe the characters now that I've seen the twist at the end of the second movie. A twist I figured out before I actually reached the reveal, sure, but I don't think that's a bad thing? Like, for real, guys. The AUDIBLE GASP I let out when I realised what the twist was going to be and then got to sit there and see it slowly dawn on the other characters? BEAUTIFUL. And it CHANGES SO MUCH. Like, I need to rewatch them because so much of what I thought I knew is now a lie! Circumstances have changed! My initial analysis might be wrong! Characters I thought I knew are now completely different! I need to do more research! I NEED TO KNOW.

(This is what happens when your brain works like mine. And one day I might tell you all about why Kang Yo Han is such a fascinating character to me, because, let me tell you, I've rarely seen a character remain so solid in his characterisation even through the kind of reveals we're given in the drama. It's fucking SPECTACULAR)

4. Currently reading: Faust by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (I do it in bursts because it's not the kind of book I can just binge, okay? x'D), We Have Always Lived In the Castle by Shirley Jackson (I would have finished this LONG ago if it didn't give me so much anxiety (but in a good way?)) and Eld by Mats Strandberg and Sara Bergman Elfgren (though I should probably start over on this one since I was very distracted when I read the first chapter)

5. Last movie: No Regret, because why not dabble in older Korean LGBTQ+ content? It was a ride, that's for sure xD And the next movie will be The World to Come (also one I want to watch before it's removed from Netflix)

6. Sweet/spicy/savory: Either sweet or savoury — it depends on my mood, really.

7. Relationship status: Married! :D

8. Current obsession: I'm not sure if I have one right now? Though I am hoping to get back on track with that diorama thing soon. I've almost collected all the materials I need! I just need fake foliage (preferably red) and I'm going to try and buy that either tomorrow or on Saturday.

9. Last thing you googled? Why my phone kept taking only green photos. And everyone kept telling me I shouldn't have unlocked the bootloader (which I don't think can be done by accident and I sure as hell haven't done it intentionally) so in the end I just restarted it and now it works just fine xD

10. Selfie: I don't really take selfies but here's a cropped version of a drawing WIP of mine.

If you know, you know ;)

(... LOOK, the suspender-pulling had to happen eventually, okay?)

11. Currently working on: Chapter 5 of A New Dawn (Begins With Us) and, after that, it'll be either chapter 37 of Who Holds the Devil or maybe the sequel to Gravitational Pull which I'm STILL struggling to find the time to work on. I'm also working on, like, six different drawings simultaneously. Because why make things easy for myself?

Tagging: Whoever wants to do it! Tell me about yourself! :D

#Amethystina Does Tag Games #I feel very all over the place right now x'D #And I have read so few books this year :/ #That's such a bummer #I should look into that #I kind of miss reading a shitload of silly romance #And I also want to draw a lot #But then there's writing too #So many hobbies #So little time

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

I Will Find You in the Dark Ch. 6

Series Summary: Dean and Julie's story continues through turbulent times in the Winchester's life. Can Dean and Julie survive through it all? Can their love survive?

Chapter Summary: Now that they have the demon chained up, can they cure him and bring their Dean back?

Pairings: Dean x OFC (Julie) Established Relationship

Series Explicit 18 +/Warnings: Show level violence throughout. Smut throughout. More detailed chapter warnings.

Chapter Warnings: Show level violence, Demon!Dean (with all that his black eyes bring with them), Demon!Dean being cruel for the fun of it, threatening behavior, mentions of pregnancy, and lots of angst.

Word Count: 3,433

Series Masterlist

A/N:  The sixth chapter in the sequel to my fic, Green is My Favorite Color I strongly suggest that you read that one first, since there will be references made to it throughout this sequel. Also, I suggest you read the Dean and Julie Mini-Series I wrote as a bridge between that fic and this one. (The Mini-series’ title is a bit of a spoiler for the original series, so I won’t post it here, but it can be found here.) I had a lot of fun writing that original series, and the mini-series, and certainly hope those who read and enjoyed those, enjoy this sequel. 💓

The beautiful dividers below and at the end were created by @talesmaniac89 ❤️ Title card was created by me.

The room was dark when Julie opened her eyes; they couldn’t adjust fast enough, and she sat up with a cry of fear.

“Easy, Julie.” She recognized Cas’ voice just before he turned on a bedside lamp. She looked at him in confusion, her brain refusing to fill in the blanks. 

“Cas?” She asked stupidly.

But the angel seemed to understand that his name alone was encompassing a myriad of questions that were chasing themselves around inside her head. Though he still seemed baffled occasionally, he’d come very far in understanding the way humans’ minds worked. 

“You’re safe.” He informed her in his deep angelic voice. “You’re in your room, and I’ve healed you completely.”

She shook her head. “Healed me from what?” But as soon as the question was asked, everything came flooding back into her mind.

***

“Dean?” Sam’s voice was loud and full of fear. He slapped his brother’s cheek hard, and Julie put a hand over her mouth to stifle her own terror at Dean’s ashen, sweaty face. 

Good god, we have actually killed him. She thought as bile rushed up her throat.

But after another slap, Dean sucked in a deep breath and let out a low groan. Sam let out the breath he’d been holding, and Julie felt the relief flood her, as tears ran down her cheeks. She dashed them away quickly, not wanting to give the demon in Dean’s soul more ammunition for his cruelty.

“Come on, come back to us.” Sam said as he gave his brother a bit of a shake. “You okay?” 

Dean raised his head slowly, and seemingly painfully, as he mumbled out his answer. “You call drowning in your own sweat while your blood boils okay, then yeah, I’m okay.”

Sam stood up and moved out of the devil’s trap and back to the table that held the syringes full of purified blood. 

“Look,” Sam told him with regret in his voice, “I can’t stop doing this.” 

“Sure you can - just stop!” Dean said, anger lacing his exhaustion now. “It’s too late to get your brother back. He’s long gone. But I’m liking the new model.” His gaze swiveled to Julie and he gave her a smirk. “Lean, mean, Dean.” He nodded towards her. “You’d like him a lot, sweetheart.” 

“No thanks.” Julie told him coldly. “My husband’s gonna be back anytime now.” 

Dean chuckled roughly. “That what you think? Huh? That he’s just gonna stroll back into your life? Well, I’ve got news for you, this asinine plan of yours isn’t gonna work. So, you’re either gonna have a demon husband, or a dead one.”

He shook his head at her.  “I don’t know why you’d want that pussy back anyway.” His gaze was lustful as he scanned her body from head to toe. “Promise you I’d be a lot more fun.”

When Julie remained silent, he let out a bark of harsh laughter. “Yeah, what am I thinking? I’m talking to the girl who waited around for years, for whatever scraps I threw her way. No matter how many times I walked away, you’d just be sitting there begging like a good little bitch, every time I came back.”

He tilted his head and his voice dripped with disdain. “Pathetic and weak.”

His penetrating stare was only broken as Sam stabbed another needle into his arm, making him scream in rage and pain. Sam tossed the syringe back onto the table, and hustled Julie out of the room, pulling her down the hallway far enough that she could no longer hear Dean’s grunts and growls.

She covered her face and leaned against the wall, thumping her head onto the hard tile. She shook her head and then pulled her hands down to look at Sam.

“What are we doing to him, Sam? What if we are killing him? He said it felt like his blood was boiling?” Her face was stricken. “I mean, what the hell?”

Sam let out a deep breath and scrubbed his big hand over the scruff that grew on his cheeks. “I know, Julie, but…” He shrugged, his expression as helpless as his tone. “What’s our other alternative? This is the only solution to get Dean back.”

Julie felt tears gather as her frustration and heartbreak overflowed. She nodded sadly and dropped her head. “I know.” She said in a whisper.

Sam pulled his phone out of his pocket. “I’m gonna call Cas again, and see how far out he is, and I’m gonna go unlock the door for him.” He pointed a finger at Julie as he put the phone to his ear. “Don’t go in there.”

Julie nodded and Sam’s long stride carried him away quickly so that she only heard him ask Cas. “Man, how far are you? We need you.” Then his voice was gone and there was just the quiet hum of air vents and machinery in the walls.

Julie ran a protective hand over the baby bump that seemed to get rounder every day. “He’s coming back, sweet pea, I swear it. Your daddy is gonna love you when he gets to meet you.” She was determined it would be true. 

A couple of minutes ticked by before she heard it. Dean’s voice - and it was scared.

“Jules?”

She stood staring towards the light spilling from the door until he called again, his voice slightly louder and laced with pain.

“Jules!”

She rushed to the doorway to see Dean slumped over once again. As she watched, his face spasmed in pain, and he lifted his head slightly. Relief washed over his face when he saw her. “Jules.” He groaned deeply and she came into the room. 

He looked at his tied up hands and then back to her. His expression was all confusion. “I don’t…what’s going on?” Again pain seemed to wrack his body for a moment; he gritted his teeth against the onslaught before he slumped over, deathly still.

Julie’s eyes widened and she ran up to just outside the devil’s trap. “Dean!” She called out to him, but he didn’t answer. Her eyes held panic as she looked down at his chest, but it wasn’t moving.

She ran up to him and lifted his head in her two hands, as Sam had. She tried smacking his cheek, and shaking him slightly, but he didn’t respond. 

“Dean!” She screamed in horror. 

And faster than she could blink his eyes opened, coal black, and he snapped the ropes that held him, reaching out and getting a vice grip around her throat. He pulled her in close to his face and grinned.

“Pathetic and weak.” 

Giving her a shake, he raised her up above his head and walked out of the devil’s trap with a grimace. She saw the demon cuffs dangling from the arms of the chair just before he slammed her against the wall, still outstretched in his hand.

He shook his head. “Good god, you are a sap. And I always thought you were so smart.” He shrugged. “Guess I was wrong.” He raised his free hand to scratch his chin in thought. “Now that I’ve got my hands on you, what am I gonna do with you?”

Julie felt the increasing pressure he was exerting on her windpipe, and she began clawing at the back of his hand, but he ignored her like she was an annoying fly, simply grabbing her right arm and slamming it beside her head on the wall. 

Her free hand still clutched at his wrist as though she had any hope of loosening his grip. “Dean.” She croaked out. “Dean, please.”

He just chuckled as his black eyes stared into her and his grip tightened on her throat and arm. “You know, I could snap your neck with nothing but a flick of my wrist. Humans’ bones snap so easy. See?” 

Julie screamed a choked and almost silent scream as he twisted her arm slightly and she felt the bone break. Pain radiated through her body. But panic was setting in quickly to overshadow it, as her vision began to blur and her lungs began to ache. 

“I could kill you right now.” Dean’s voice was low, almost soothing.

Julie closed her eyes, shutting out the monster’s face, and conjuring Dean’s image into her mind; his sparkling emerald eyes and the way they grew warm when he looked at her; the soft smile he wore in the mornings when she woke him with a kiss, the silky way his lips felt against hers when he kissed her back. 

If she was going to die, she wanted her husband’s beautiful face to be the last thing she saw.

The last thing she heard before blacking out was the demon making his decision. “N’ah, you might be fun later. I’ll kill my brother first.”

She felt her body hit the ground, and then everything went dark.

***

As the memories flooded her mind, Julie turned frantic eyes on Cas. “Where’s Sam, what…what happened?” 

Cas patted her shoulder. “He’s fine, he’s fine. I got here in time to stop Dean, and we got him back into the devil’s trap, and the demon cuffs. Sam is about to give him the last injection. Then we’ll know.”

Julie rubbed a hand over her belly, her body shaking slightly from shock and worry. “Is the baby…?” She couldn’t finish the question, but Cas answered quickly.

“He’s just fine. His heartbeat was a bit fast for a while, but it’s returned to normal and his brain and organ functions are all what they should be.”

Julie looked up at the angel with a soft smile of relief. “He?”

Cas looked guilty for a moment. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you didn’t know.”

Julie shook her head though. “No, it’s okay. We couldn’t tell the last time we went to the doctor, but I wanted to know.”

Rubbing her belly, she breathed in deep and long. Then she stood up.

“Whoa, Julie, you should rest.” Cas admonished. 

But Julie just shook her head. “No. You healed me right?” Cas nodded reluctantly. “Then I need to be there. I need to see if after all of this, Dean comes back to us.”

***

Dean sat in their bedroom, leaning against the headboard and looking around the room at all the pictures Julie had put up on the walls, as well as on every flat surface in the room.  They were pictures of the two of them, sometimes alone together in the frame, and sometimes showing their arms slung around Sam or Cas, Benny or Charlie. Without fail every one of them showed Julie beaming out at him.

And every time he looked at them, the vision of Julie’s terrified face staring down at him as he squeezed the life from her, replaced her smile in his mind. He dropped his head into his hands and felt the deep gnawing pit in his stomach grow larger.

Suddenly the door opened gently and Julie’s head poked through the crack. Her smile was soft and questioning. “Hey.” 

Dean was shocked to see her, but he stood up quickly. “Sorry, I’ll go.” 

But before he could make it to the door, Julie walked through and pushed it closed behind her, leaning against it. She shook her head. “Please don’t go. I wanted to see you.” She reached towards his cheek. “I missed you.”

But Dean stepped back, his heart constricting. “Julie…” He stared at the ground, unable to look at her. “Don’t do this.”

Even without looking, he could see the way her brow wrinkled. “What do you mean?”

He turned his back on her and went to stand and stare at the weapons mounted on the wall. They made him frown now. Why had he put these here? Why did he fill their bedroom with weapons of war?

Cause you're a killer, and a monster, of course. Said the voice in his head. That’s all you know.

When he answered, his voice was rough with tears he refused to shed; he didn’t deserve to cry about his sins. “Julie, you can’t just pretend none of this happened. You can’t just…” He turned back to face her, but kept his gaze averted. “You can’t just forgive me.”

Julie was quiet a moment, before she responded, annoyance in her tone. “I don’t think you actually get a say in whether I forgive you or not.” She shrugged in his peripheral vision. “But the fact of the matter is, there’s nothing to forgive. It wasn’t you.”

Dean scoffed and shook his head. “It was me, Julie. That’s the whole problem. No one possessed me, no one had control of me. It was all just my own fucked up, black soul.”

Dean could see Julie was shaking her head the whole time, barely letting him get the end of his sentence out before she was contradicting him. 

“That’s simply not true. It was the mark, it twisted your soul, made your heart go black. But the mark isn’t you, it’s not who you really are. It’s a dark, evil thing, and it leached into you.” 

She walked up to stand directly in front of him, putting her hands on his forearms. Dean turned his head further to the side, desperate not to look at her. He didn’t want to see her compassion, her certainty that he was good; he couldn’t take the forgiveness in her features. 

“Dean,” she said softly, but sure, “I know who you are, the real you, and that black eyed thing wasn’t you. It was like an infection, and now you’re healed.”

Dean stared at the ground again. “Not that simple.” He mumbled.

“Of course it is.” Julie argued, stubborn as always. “It. Wasn’t. You.” She said in a staccato rhythm. 

“But I remember when it was.” He said, his voice a mere croak.

Finally Dean looked up at her, seeing her beautiful face properly for the first time since she’d entered, and he swallowed over and over to rid his throat of the lump of unshed tears that grew there. 

Dean was determined to make her understand. “I remember everything. Every moment. I remember every cruel, hateful word.” His jaw clenched tightly. “I remember the feeling of your arm breaking in my hand. I remember your scream, and the way panic filled your eyes, all the fear and terror, I remember it.” 

Julie dashed away her tears angrily. “I know -”

“But mostly I remember the feeling of absolute glee I felt watching you struggle, hearing you choke…” He broke off, shoving his fingers through his hair and turning away again. His hatred of his own body and soul made him reach up and rake his hands down the wall, smashing weapons to the ground, clearing the way for him to deliver two solid punches to the wall, breaking his knuckles against the stone.

“Dean!” Julie yelled out, rushing towards him, but he sank down on the bed. 

“Please, Julie.” He looked up at her, knowing that he was begging. “Please don’t act like nothing happened. I hurt you, badly. Broke your bones, considered ending your life.” His voice was desperate and strained. 

He glanced down at the bump that showed through her flowy shirt “I put them in danger.” His mind ran away from that train of thought, simply too horrified to examine it for the moment. 

Instead he continued trying to make her understand the truth. “I lied to you, tricked you, used your love against you. I said horrible, awful things to you.” He paused, and his mind rebelled at his next words too, but they were also the truth and needed to be spoken. 

“I cheated on you.” 

His voice was a whisper as he looked into her eyes again, and saw the pain that truth caused her. Whatever she may say, he knew that it mattered, that his sins and transgressions couldn’t be overlooked or brushed aside. 

Julie tried to hide her hurt with a raised chin and a stubborn glint in her eye. “I’m aware of everything the demon did.”

“The demon WAS me, Julie! For Christ’s sake, why can’t you see that?” He yelled at her.

Julie’s careful façade began to crumble, as pain swept across her features, and tears overflowed her lashes. Instinctively, Dean reached for her; desperate to stop them. He took her face in his hands, but her tears fell too fast and too hard for him to swipe them all away.

“I know what happened.” Julie choked out. “I know all the horrible things that have happened over the last two months. Do you think I don’t know?” Julie shook her head and pulled away and straightened up, throwing her arms up.

“I have had a really awful couple months, and today was one of the worst days of my life.” She sniffed, and scrubbed her face with her hands. “Some asshole demon really hurt me, and I was really scared.”

She cleared her throat and walked back up to where he sat on the bed. Reaching behind him, she pulled a small metal disk from where it hung on the wall and, taking his unbroken hand in hers, she set the worn and battered talisman there. The old piece of jewelry looked much different than it had when he’d given it to her nearly eighteen years earlier. But it still held the magic of their love and he gripped it tightly in his hand as he looked up at her.

She ran a hand down his cheek and he shivered. “I’ve had a really shitty few months recently. So, I’d really like to just be here with my best friend. And I’d like my husband to hold me, and tell me that things will be alright.”

Dean opened his mouth to argue, but she cut him off. “I don’t mean everything will be fine today, or even tomorrow. But I need him to tell me that they will be, eventually. That we’ll pull through this like we always do.”

Dean closed his eyes as his need to comfort her, to hold her and reassure her, warred with his guilt and his fear of the mark that was still etched into his arm. 

Finally he opened his eyes and let his tears fall at last, hoping they would tell her that he was more sorry than he could ever express. “Julie, I swore I would never leave you, and I won’t.” He shook his head. “But you have to promise me that when you want me to leave, you’ll tell me. Tell me to go.”

Julie shook her head. “That will never happen.”

Dean closed his eyes briefly, opening them again to peer up into her sunshine face, always his brightest spot; even now trying to lift him out of darkness with her unceasing light.

“Jules.” He said in a broken voice, filled with both awe and shame. “I’ve done nothing to deserve you.” The awe was there because he simply couldn’t understand her love, and the shame was because he knew that, in fact, he didn’t deserve it. 

“I’ve told you a hundred times - you’re my hero, Dean Winchester. Plain and simple” Julie’s voice was clogged with tears.

Dean shook his head. He would never understand her, but he believed her. And he loved her - needed her - so much.

So, he pulled her down into his lap, and held her close. He shifted them back against the headboard and tightened his grip a little more, before pressing a kiss to her forehead and running his hand through her hair.

After a few minutes of silence, Dean took a deep, steadying breath, and then moved his hand down to spread across Julie’s belly. His voice was whisper soft. “So, I’m gonna be a dad?” The word alone conjured up contradictory feelings of excitement and complete terror.

Julie nodded softly and moved his hand a little lower. “Try talking to him, he likes voices. You might be able to feel him move.”

Dean’s gaze shot to hers. “He?”

Julie nodded and gave him a watery smile. “So Cas says.”

Dean felt a warm place start to grow in his battered heart right alongside the cold fear. But his mind’s eye conjured up the vision of a curly-headed little guy with big brown eyes, toddling around the bunker and he couldn’t help but smile. 

“I’m gonna need to build him a yard, and a playground. He can’t stay in the bunker all the time. But it’s gonna need to be heavily warded, and protected.” He nodded with conviction. “But we can do it.” 

He looked into Julie’s tear-stained face, gripping the talisman tight in his fist, and promised. “We can do it.”

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2 - Dean Winchester Fics Only. @carryonwaywardgirl

3 - Any/All Fics (regardless of fandom/character.) @kazsrm67 @sexyvixen7 @alexxavicry @nancymcl @spalady26

4 - Everything (includes fan vid/DOOL edits as well) @unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men @maliburenee @supernatural4life2022 @spn730015 @kickingitwithkirk @waywardbaby @foxyjwls007 @deanwanddamons @deandreamernp @deanwithscissors @myloversgone @snowlovespie @leigh70 @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone @charred-angelwings @hopefuldreamers-world @jensensgotyoudean @thoughts-and-funnies @magssteenkamp @princessmisery666 @eevvvaa @mishkatelwarriorgoddess @waynes-multiverse @mrsjenniferwinchester @bernasaurus @jensenslady79 @courtn92 @avanatural @ellie-andthemachine @this-is-me19 @roseblue373 @katbratsupernaturalwhore @fanfic-n-tabulous

#dean x ofc #dean x julie #dean winchester #dean winchester angst #dean winchester fan fiction #dean winchester fan fic series

[airasora]

Disney princess gowns from best to worst IMO

@little-bloodied-angel asked me what my favorite and least favorite Disney gowns were so it inspired me to ALSO make my first tier template ever, which you can try yourself HERE! Do reblog my post with your answer to it or tag me in your post if you want to share, I'm curious :D

Tiana

I LOVE this dress! It's got everything I would love in a princess gown: Big and poofy yet elegant, has flowers and leaves which gives it a forest feel and it sparkles! Only thing I'd change is the color cause I'm not a big fan of green, but for Tiana, it's obviously perfect.

Pocahontas

Yes, it's a sequel dress. Yes, it's not something Pocahontas would choose. Yes,l it represents some icky things, but if I look at JUST the dress and not what it represents, I freaking love it. What really sells it to me is that despite the colors being muted and elegant, there's turquoise elements in it which makes it stand out.

Jasmine

I HATE SHE ONLY WEARS THIS FOR A COUPLE OF MINUTES AND THEN NEVER AGAIN IN ANY OF THE GODDAMN SEQUELS! I love that Jasmine is a pants girl, but this purple dress is so freaking cute. It's less sexy than her normal outfit, but still sexy, I love purple and I honestly prefer these earrings in comparison to her normal ones that are just too chunky for my taste.

Anna

This might be the Scandinavian in me, but I love the patterns on Anna's dress. It's big and poofy at the bottom, but more loose and has room for movements due to the bare arms. It's formal without being stuffy.

Rapunzel

Her ending dress is grossly underrated and if anyone of you knows of a cosplayer who has made this dress irl, let me know cause I'd love to see this dress come to life. I think her normal dress is cute too, but this is utterly adorable.

Merida

I really like Merida's normal dress, but this is about the "gowns" and since this is the more formal attire she has, that's the one that had to be on the list. I do really like this one (as long as it wouldn't be so goddamn tight on her lol) It's simple and elegant, I love the blue and gold, and I love the simplicity of it until the very bottom where we get multi-colored gems and a really cute pattern.

Belle

We're getting to the "meh" tier now and it may come as a surprise to some of you that, despite my love for Belle, I don't care for her ballgown. One reason is that I straight up don't see Belle choosing that type of gown for herself. I know that "logically" she kinda just has to wear whatever is available, so whatever, but I genuinely don't think Belle would choose that dress for herself if she had completely free choice. And the other reason is that I just am not a big fan of yellow... most of the time. Not always. I've seen this dress in multiple different colors at this point (mostly because of my own experimentation) and I like it a lot more in almost every single other color.

Ariel

I don't mind this dress too much. I think it's cute... for Ariel. Pink looks really good on redheads, I like that it's big, but also somewhat muted. I like the long sleeves, but HATE the poofy shoulders. I despise puff sleeves, unless they're very controlled (like on Rapunzel). Her wedding dress is a million times worse though xD

Elsa

The dress that inspired the post to begin with... Elsa's ice gown. It's... fine. Could have had WAY more fun with the ice and snow theme so as it is it's a bit underwhelming. It's kinda cute... and that's it.

Mulan

I was neutral on Mulan's hanfu until I actually looked up hanfu to see more examples of it and then I started hating it. What the FUCK is this, Disney??? Literally the first 50 images that show up when you google "hanfu" are a million times more gorgeous than this. I don't want to step on any toes if I'm accidentally being culturally ignorant here, but judging this purely as a "princess dress"... it could just have been so much better. (Seriously, google "hanfu", holy crap can they be gorgeous!) I'm so mad at this one, I might edit Mulan into a different hanfu xD

Kida

... only thing I like about this one is the random cold shoulders. Or, well, not shoulders, it's more like part of the upper arms, but you know what I mean. It's just... wah.

Aurora

I don't care if it's pink or blue, it's boring. I like the stabbing potential from the shoulders, but that's it. It's too simple. And, again, look up princess gowns from this historic period and you'll see so many gorgeous dresses. Wasted opportunity.

Cinderella

I SWEAR I'm not hating on her dress just cause I don't like her xD Once again, it's just too boring. It's all just one color, there's close to no accessories, accents or just... something. With Belle's dress, there's at least bows and pearls to give it some more oomph. And while those puffy shoulders aren't a travesty like Ariel's are, they just look so fucking weird x'D

Snow White

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS DRESS?! No, seriously, the one who designed it should have been fired the moment they proposed the color scheme. Baby yellow with dark blue and red... WHAT. This is a dress I've hated since I was a child, and my mom can confirm that. I hate it. There's not a single thing about it I like, I legit hate every single thing about this dress and absolutely nothing and no one can change my mind that this is the worst Disney dress PERIOD. Not just princesses, not just backgrounds characters, ALL DRESSES.

Check out my tier list for Disney princess casual outfits here!

#disney #gowns #disney dresses #disney princess gowns #tier

[thewhiskersonkittens]

Secret

Pairing: Rick “Jester” Heatherly x Female Reader.

Summary: You have been having a secret love affair with Jester for weeks. You have a tryst in Viper’s office.

Warnings: Smut, oral sex, daddy kink, (?), some curse words. 18+. Minors please DNI.

Word Count: 2, 498

A/N: Absolutely nobody asked for this but here it is anyway. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  I’m not very good at smut, please forgive me. This idea is from the Smut Prompts list from @natsprompts. Y/L/N = Your Last Name.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this right now.” “Well, do you want to stop?” “No.”

Hope you enjoy! :)

He wasn't ugly. No, not at all. But he definitely wasn't what you would call a pretty boy either. Yet, there was something so inexplicably sexy about Lieutenant Commander Rick "Jester" Heatherly.

The two of you had been sneaking around for weeks. You were a civilian employee so technically no rules were being broken. You both enjoyed the thrill of keeping the relationship secret. Other aviators around NAS Miramar flirted with you but you always coyly brushed them off. Your fellow co-workers suspected you were seeing someone and playfully teased you about it but you remained tight-lipped.

It was the end of the work day and you went into Commander Mike "Viper" Metcalf's office to drop off paperwork you had finished. The office was vacant as Viper was on personal leave all week.

As you set the manila folder on the desk, you heard someone walk in behind you and the door shut.

You turned around and were genuinely surprised to see Jester there. You couldn't help a sly smile spreading across your face.

"Commander Heatherly," You said. "How was the hop?"

You were referring to the training exercise he just completed. He wearing his flight suit and a TOPGUN ball cap.

"It went fine, Miss Y/L/N." He answered.

You always addressed each other formally, even off base, despite the fact you had done unspeakable things to each other naked in bed. You didn't know why but you didn't question it either. It seemed to fit and also, it was kind of hot.

"That kid. Maverick." Jester went on as he crossed the room over to where you were.

"He's got talent but his ego will bite him in the ass someday if he keeps it unchecked."

You met him halfway and without thinking you slid your hands up and down his chest. The flight suit was a drab olive green color but you loved how it still showed off his good physique.

"Aww, did Maverick out maneuver you again?" You teased.

Jester put his hands on your waist and pulled you flush against him.

"No, he did not," He insisted.

You were both letting your hands roam free up and down each other at this point.

Your lips were dangerously close to his as you breathed:

"You must be losing your touch. All the young studs throwing you off your A game? "

You playfully stuck your tongue out and gave his lips a quick lick.

Jester didn't answer that. His brown eyes bore into yours and he gave you a dominant look that excited you so much you wanted to squeeze your thighs together.

You eagerly started kissing each other, hot and sloppy open mouth kisses.

Your hands trailed up the sides of his face, over the scar on his left temple, up to the top of his head. You knocked the cap off his head as you threaded your fingers through his hair. You never once before thought you'd ever find a man with a receding hairline attractive but here you were.

Jester's hands snuck around your waist and he shamelessly grabbed a handful of your ass making you sequel with delight in his mouth.

"Why do you wear stuff like this?" He asked you in between kisses.

You were wearing your favorite black pencil skirt. It's length stopped just past your knees and you loved the way it accentuated your curves. Apparently, so did Jester.

"Why?" You asked, breathlessly, gently pulling on his bottom lip with yours as you parted. "Don't you like it?"

"Sure, I do." Jester replied. "What I don't like is all these guys around here looking at you the way they do."

You kept kissing and groping as he backed you up against a small file cabinet against the wall. You sat on top of the file cabinet and opened your legs as wide as your skirt would allow so he could maneuver in between them. His hands were on your breasts now, firmly squeezing them through your blouse. The action generated low moans from you.

"You know what I think?" Jester asked. "I think you want these boys to look at you. I think you do it for the attention."

"So what if I do?" You replied.

You were purposefully being bratty but your secret lover quickly put you in your place when he slipped his hand underneath your blouse, going inside your bra, and cupping one of your breasts. He squeezed your nipple with just the right amount of pressure you couldn't help but moan with delight. In response, you began rubbing your hand over his member.

"Have you been a bad girl, Miss Y/L/N?" Jester questioned, peppering your neck with kisses.

He ran his tongue up the length of your neck and over your chin finally finding your mouth for more French kissing.

When you both came up for air, you looked him squarely in the eyes and said:

"No, sir. I'm a good girl."

Something like a growl emitted from Jester's throat. You knew you about to release something feral inside of him and you couldn't wait.

"Yes, you are." He agreed. The kisses were getting nastier and more feverish. You were both panting like dogs in heat .

"Yes, you are. Yes, you are." He kept repeating, removing your black pumps from your feet.  "So fucking good. Such a good little girl..."

He pushed up your skirt as he skated his hands up your legs. He was careful to not snag the sheer stockings you wore with a garter belt. His fingers found their way inside your silk panties and he teased your center making you squirm and moan.

"You like fucking good little girls like me, daddy?"

You deliberately made your voice sound as innocent as you possibly could.

It was like you were pouring gasoline on a fire at this point. Immediately, Jester stopped toying with you. You locked eyes and you could of swore the color of his eyes turned a shade darker with unbridled lust.

He gripped your face with one hand making your mouth pucker.

"Watch your language, young lady."

That voice. Oh God, that incredible voice of his. It was baritone, masculine, and authoritative. With a voice like that, he could make you do anything.

He released his grip on your face and brushed his thumb over your lips.

"Can't kiss a girl with a dirty mouth." He said.

It hadn't taken long for you to figure out the type of man Jester was. On the outside, he seemed so serious. You guessed he must have got his call sign from his peers as a joke because the pilot rarely laughed or smiled. At least not in public. You found out just as quickly he was hopelessly old school in a lot of ways. One of which was he liked his women to behave "lady-like".

One time in bed, you told him he was the "lady in the streets, freak in the sheets" type. Jester had looked at you like you had suddenly sprouted an extra head, obviously never hearing that expression before. He let it marinate for a second. Then the most wicked grin spread across his face. It was almost a little unsettling. He started chuckling which eventually grew into a full, hearty laugh. You started laughing along with him but you wondered if you had just did the impossible. You had got the stone faced Jester to actually laugh! He then proceeded to fuck you so good and hard by the end of the round, you swore you were seeing yellow stars similar to the ones that decorated his helmet. It had been so good you ended up bumming a cigarette from him and you didn’t even like to smoke.

Back in the office, you both paused the fooling around when you heard voices coming from outside in the hallway. The blinds on the office windows were drawn shut. You both held your breath as you watched the silhouettes of two people pass by the frosted glass window on the door. You waited until their voices completely disappeared to sigh a breath of relief. In the midst of your passion, you had actually forgotten you were in Viper's office. It was a Friday evening. There was only a handful of people around at this time of day but the risk of getting caught was still there.

Jester turned back to face you. You could tell his serious side was about to kick in.

"We really shouldn't be doing this right now," He said.

He sounded like he was scolding himself for being so reckless. Getting caught doing something so inappropriate, in his supervisor's office nonetheless, would ruin his Navy career in a heartbeat. You would also get fired. You knew it was a stupid, risky move but you also knew there was no turning back now.

"Well..." You started, raising an eyebrow.

You looked up at Jester batting your eyelashes. Your let your hands trail down his abdomen, lower and lower, until you were stroking him through his flight suit once again. You casually played with the extra long zipper at the bottom, opening and closing, making the zipping noises.

"Do you want to stop?"

Your question lingered in the air as Jester swallowed and you watched his Adam's apple bob up and down in his throat.

The corner of his mouth turned upward.

"No."

With that answer, you got off the file cabinet and sank to your knees. To your surprise, Jester caught you by the arm and pulled you back up.

"No, baby," He said. "There's no time for that."

You opened your mouth to protest but he hushed you.

"Get back up there," He instructed you.

He didn't wait for you to do it yourself. He lifted you up by your waist and set you back on the file cabinet.

"The longer we mess around in here, the more of a chance somebody catches us."

You giggled. "You gonna do me right here on this, Commander?" You gently tapped on the file cabinet.

"No, I'm not going to "do" you here. " Jester stated. "I'm just going to get you off for now. We can finish this at your place or mine."

You whined.

"But...but... I want you now!"

You immediately shut up when he gave you that look again. There was no arguing with him.

"Yours or mine?" He wasn't going to ask again.

"Yours." You answered.

"Fine," He muttered.

Jester found the hidden zipper on your skirt and pulled it down. With one swift motion, he had your skirt on the floor.

You leaned backwards slightly to grant him access as he knelt down in between your legs and pushed your underwear to the side. You used his shoulders as support. When his mouth made contact with your folds, the jolt of pleasure was so good it made you gasp more audibly than you intended to.

Jester paused and glanced up at you. You bit down on your bottom lip and nodded your head. You understood you had to stay as quiet as possible.

But it was a difficult thing to do as Jester made you ride wave after wave on an ocean of pleasure. With every kiss, lick, and suck of your most intimate body part, you felt yourself getting wound up tighter and tighter.

"Rick," You panted, "Oh, God...daddy...You make me feel so good."

You loved the way it felt being completely at his mercy. Your legs started to shake and the metal material of the file cabinet squeaked under your weight as you tried your hardest not to squirm and make noise.

Jester hummed against your sex, the vibrations nearly sending you over the edge.

"You're sweet, girly," He said. "So goddamn sweet."

You could feel yourself losing control.

"Oh, God...I'm gonna...I'm gonna...Oh, GOD!"

Desperate to keep yourself quiet, you pushed the collar of your blouse in your mouth and bit down to muffle your cries of sweet relief.

You slowly came back to earth as Jester stood and kissed you. Tasting yourself on his lips gave you even more of an erotic buzz. 

You straightened yourself up and the two of you began putting yourselves together.

"You know, it's rather cruel of you to leave me like this, Commander." You said as you zipped up your skirt and slid your feet in your pumps.

"You're cruel, daddy," You teased.

Jester reached down and picked up his cap off the floor. He gave it a quick brush off and adjusted it on his head.

He smirked looking back at you.

"Yeah, well,” He said. “You're crazy. Or maybe I am? You make me do crazy things, baby. I'll make it up to you. Tonight."

He flashed you his rare smile that you returned.

With that, Jester opened the door and slipped out.

You waited until a decent amount of time passed by to make your exit.

You got down to the end of the hall and turned right. You were almost home free when you crossed paths with J.G. Ron "Slider" Kerner. Out of all the young pilots, Slider was the one that hit on you the most. It was apparent he wasn't used to being turned down so he kept trying in vain to take you out.  He was pretty to look at, you had to admit it, but he had to be the biggest douche not only on Miramar but possibly of the whole Navy. You were just too nice to actually tell him that.

"Well, hey there, hot stuff," Slider said, happy to see you. "What's a pretty thing like you still doing around here on a Friday night?"

He walked along side of you as you both made your way to the exit door. He was in his dress whites and reeked of aftershave.

"Oh, you know," You casually replied. "I'm just...getting off."

In more ways than one... You thought. You had to bite your lip to stifle a laugh.

"Really?" Slider asked, hopeful. "Hey, me and Ice are gonna go meet up with Mav and Goose at the officer's club for drinks. You wanna come with me?"

You smiled at his offer but you shook your head no.

"I'm sorry, Slider. I already made plans."

Slider stopped walking and looked genuinely offended.

"What?!" He exclaimed. "Oh, come on, Y/N. What's it gonna take, huh? What do I have to do?"

He looked you over and raised an eyebrow.

"What's his name?"

"Who? " You asked knowing damn well what he meant. "What are you talking about?"

"Aww, don't give me that shit, Y/N." Slider accused. "You got a secret boyfriend. Don't you?"

You could only smile coyly. You reached up and patted his cheek.

"Slider," You began. "I promise I'll go out with you some other time. You just have to promise me one thing, honey."

Slider's eyes lit up. "Anything for you, babe!"

"You gotta lay off the Aqua Velva. A little bit of that...” You held up a pinch. “... Goes a long ways. "

You turned on your heels, leaving a deflated Slider standing there shocked and suddenly self-conscious.

As you walked out to your car, you thought about what Slider said. Secret boyfriend. You hadn’t put a label on your relationship with Jester yet. Was he your boyfriend? You weren’t sure. Time would only tell. But he was your little secret. For now.

#top gun #top gun 1986 #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #jester #rick jester heatherly #jester x female reader #reader insert #x reader #smut #if anyone needs me #i'll be outside in the dumpster where i belong #looool #wtf is wrong with me #😂😶

[definitely-not-iorveth]

get to know me!

tagged by @kirielle and @between-thepages! thank you both 💚

favorite color

GREEN GREEN GREEN and also now, after some soul searching, violet & purple as well.

currently reading

what is reading.

jk. but truth be told i haven't been able to focus on reading very well for years now.

buuuut let's say the last wish and gideon the ninth. i have hope still that i will finish these eventually.

last song

feuertanz by reliquiae

last movie

the movie on drugs aka Królewna z długim warkoczem

(if you click the link, good luck, the movie is in russian with a polish voice over 😂)

last series

idk which this means so have both

completed: spy x family

and in progress: boku no hero academia (season 6)

sweet, savoury, spicy

uhhh good question. i don't think i can pick one, it all depends on what i'm in the mood for.

(currently neither 👍)

craving

write more

progress has been difficult recently, but i think i'm back on track now, just needed to shift my focus for a while.

tea or coffee

tea, always and forever. i don't actually drink coffee, at all

currently working on

a long-neglected chapter of this fic, a sequel to this fic (in my head and in my notes. but there's been a lot of progress 👍) aaand a fic set in communist poland temeria

tagging: @goofgoofdildo, @vossn, @void--punk, @witch-and-her-witcher and @gimilzor for some extra pressure

(jk please do not feel pressured i'm just curious to see your answers)

#tag game

[twistedtummies2]

Okay, so you've magically gotten the resources, time, and skilled developers you need to create your dream game, what would it be? It can be any genre (fighting, platforming, open world), starring your own original ocs you've had for a while or completely new ones made just for the game. Or a game adaptation of a movie,show, or novel, or even a sequel or spinoff of a video game franchise. Or you could just tell us about both options if you want.

I think someone has asked me this question before, but I'll answer again, since it's been a while if so. If I had the chance to make any video game in the world, it would be one of two things. Both of which are adaptations of earlier works, and both are SLIGHTLY on the obscure side. Only slightly though. LOL

First up is The Shadow. The Shadow is a character who started off as the narrator for a crime/mystery program. The character became so popular, he was turned into the protagonist of his own pulp magazine series, and then a new radio show all about his adventures. Since then, he has mostly survived in comics, and has passed through various publishers over the decades - both DC and Marvel owned him at different points, and he is currently the property of Dynamite Entertainment. The character is most well-known today for being "the father of modern superheroes," as he inspired characters like Batman, Daredevil, the Punisher, V from V for Vendetta, Rorschach from The Watchmen, and - to a lesser extent, mind you - Superman. He also spawned a series of other pulp-y characters with similar concepts, such as the Green Hornet and the Spider. He's even been parodied in cartoons: Darkwing Duck is actually based largely on The Shadow, with a bit of Batman thrown in. For you all, you'll probably recognize him best because his universe was the inspiration for my "Black Dragon AU," with Malleus Draconia as the Shiwan Khan to the MC's Shadow-esque hero. I've always loved the Shadow, and I've always wanted to see him in one of two types of games. One is a Telltale-style choose-your-own-adventure murder mystery game, similar to "The Wolf Among Us" or the "Batman: The Telltale Series" titles. The other is a stealth-action game similar with controls similar to the Arkham series or the PS4-started Spider-Man games. The big draw in either case would be the style: everything done in black and white, with a noir-esque sort of aesthetic and matching music, with splashes of color - like red and maybe occasional hints of gold or green - to emphasize characters and moments. I'd pick Maurice LaMarche or Roger L. Jackson to voice the character, personally; not sure who I'd choose if you wanted someone more celebrity-like.

The other option would be a game based on Frank Beddor's "The Looking-Glass Wars" trilogy. This is a series of novels (with some spin-off comics) that are reimaginings of the "Alice" stories. The premise sees Wonderland as a war-torn universe, with elements of dark fantasy and sci-fi sort of blended together to create its world and aesthetic. The overarching plot of the series has Princess Alyss Heart and her allies - including Hatter Madigan, Bibwith Harte, and Dodge Anders, just to name a few - battling the sinister forces of Alyss' evil Aunt Redd, and a mutual enemy of both of their sides, the treacherous King Arch. I would specifically like to see a game based on this universe done in either a "League of Legends" format, or, even better, a "Star Wars: Battlefront" format. In the former, you can play as different major characters from the books, with different types of enemies to conquer depending on where in the conflict you stand. Or, in the latter, you can actually play as soldiers from each of the warring factions, as well as Hero figures from each end of the spectrum, with perhaps some minigames that allow you to play with those different elements more. Admittedly, both of these TECHNICALLY have games already: the Shadow was originally planned to have a beat-em-up game in the 90s, but the game was canceled. However, you apparently CAN find the unfinished game if you look hard enough to play; not sure if it's an emulator or something, but it's out there, trust me. LGW, meanwhile, has (or had, not sure if it's still up) an online card game you could play themed around the books. However, neither of these are really what I would like to see from either franchise (and the Shadow game wasn't even really properly released or completed), so there's still room for these dream games to exist. They likely never will, but there's room. :P

#ask #answer #q&a #video games #the shadow #the shadow knows #the looking-glass wars #frank beddor

[jojolovenotes]

Hi again Berry! I hope you’ve been doing well! I would like to send a reply to the sweet love notes from Jotaro and Kakyoin last time about my OC Mina ^^ May please I get separate replies from them again? ^^:

“Dear Jotaro and Noriaki, Thank you so much for your lovely replies, hearing back from you was wonderful and your feedback on Mina absolutely warmed my heart❤️🤗 Because you were curious about her, I decided to send you a bit more lore:

On the planet of Telluria (the namesake of the series), there are several elemental continents (similar to Avatar in a way) that cooperate to maintain order in the world. Each person is granted a power, or “specialty”, at birth that corresponds with the element of their nation. Mina is of a different kind of human species called “Althea niveatum” that is native to the Earth continent, meaning that she’s especially in tune with nature. Her species is considered to be the “powerhouse” of the planet due to this, and Altheans are also known for their white hair and polarizingly beautiful green eyes.

Mina starts off 16 in the story until the second half, when she joins the war at 23 to protect her nation and loved ones. Since you were both wondering whether she can protect herself, she definitely can; it is tradition for Altheae to learn archery as self defense, but Mina never liked the idea of violence. While she still feels that way when she grows up, she has no choice but to utilize her skills for the war.

On the topic of friends, I’m still developing this story, including her friend group, but she definitely makes some! I’m thinking 4 close ones and she makes them when she’s still 16. One of the most noteworthy ones is Adem, whom she ends up marrying at 20 and having a daughter with a couple months before the war. Unfortunately she and the rest of the Altheae die in the war, but her daughter, Aisye, is half Althean, so Althean blood isn’t completely extinct. (Her child is one of the main characters in the next/2nd part of Telluria 😊)

Here is art of Mina when she’s older:

Thank you guys for reading, it truly means the world to me that you like my works 🤗😭💖 I look forward to hearing back from you, and hope you have a great rest of your day! - Ziza 🎀”

Thanks so much again Berry! I hope you also have a really nice day! (Additionally I would like to be called Ziza from now on please! ^^)

Ziza,

Wow you're really creative. I don't think I'd be able to come up with a story as extensive as that. It's sad though that many of them end up not making it, but at least Mina's daughter makes it out... I'm curious to see what will happen in the sequel and what her daughter is like as well. You're talented with both your art and your creativity when it comes to world building. That's very impressive. I look forward to see what else you come up with, and what Mina's friends will be like. Feel free to talk to me about them anytime. Older Mina looks really nice too, I've always liked character who are archers... They always look really cool.

Love,

Jotaro

Ziza,

Thanks for sharing more information about your story with us! I'm amazed that you've come up with all this... You're amazing. You never fail to amaze me with your creativity. I love the colors you've used for Mina. Those green eyes really do pop. You're inspiring me to want to sketch Mina as well, although I don't know if I could capture her as well as you do. She is your creation after all, but maybe I'll try to sketch her sometime and you can tell me what you think about my take on her. If you ever want to talk about any of the other characters I'd love to hear about them too. You're so creative, Ziza, you never cease to amaze me!

Love,

Kakyoin

#received transmission ✨ #love notes 💕 #ships: Jotaro #ships: Kakyoin #sweet2tangy #queue ✨

[sariahsue]

Heartfelt

This is a sequel one-shot to another I wrote last year, "Moonlight." You don't need to read the first one, though I recommend it. All you really need to know is that Ladybug figured out his identity and instead of having a conversation about it, she gave him a cat pun sweater to let him know she knew. And it became much more awkward than necessary, because that's Marinette for you!

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Adrien woke with this face buried in the cat sweater that Ladybug had gifted to him last night. Maybe "gifted" was the wrong word, but he wasn't sure what to call it when your best friend broke into your room in the dead of night, and then screamed nonsense and threw a present at your head when you accidentally caught her, before running away faster than a shadow.

The morning was beautiful and bright, and as Adrien bounded out of bed, he couldn't help holding the sweater up to examine it for the first time in full daylight.

A punning cat with big green googly eyes sat on a clashing background, surrounded by felt hearts and tiny bells that jingled when he shook them. It was offensively ugly. But it was soft and warm and a heartfelt gift from his Lady and he loved it.

What to do with it, though? If Father ever saw it, Adrien was sure he'd have it burned.

A shrill alarm broke through his thoughts and set his heart racing in anticipation. An early morning akuma. And just like that, he had an answer to his question. Adrien couldn't wear the sweater, but that wouldn't stop Chat Noir.

He transformed quickly and tugged it on. A perfect fit. He turned to the window and jumped into the open air.

Chat Noir faced the early morning light with a smile. Actually, that was an understatement. He practically vibrated with excitement as he looked down at himself. This sweater wasn't just a gift. It was a message, and Ladybug's meaning was clear: "I figured you out, you big dork. And also I love you."

Well, that last bit might have been wishful thinking. A little.

He landed in the middle of the park with a jingle. Ladybug was there, her back to him, bracing herself as she struggled to keep her grip on her yoyo. At the other end, all wrapped up in her string, was a giant, glowing… waffle man? Complete with dripping syrup, whipped cream, and decorative slices of strawberry on top, which cast a red hue over everything in the area.

It was an easy akuma. All he had to do was Cataclysm the syrup bottle – which was conveniently stuck to the waffle man's hand – and gaze adoringly at Ladybug. And he was proud to report that he excelled at both tasks.

Ladybug, however, looked like the walking dead. The harsh light of morning highlighted the bags under her eyes and the hollowness of her cheeks. She hadn't slept at all since he'd last seen her, had she?

He didn't want to speculate.

He tried not to speculate.

Was it regret? Was she nervous? Was she simply embarrassed? (But really, what if she was regretting everything?) The strawberry light disappeared when the akuma was cleansed, but Ladybug's blush didn't dim. In fact, when he asked for a fistbump, when he managed to catch her eye for the first time, the color on her cheeks deepened. Her whole face seemed to glow and she glanced away, down at their outstretched hands.

And then she turned to run.

They needed to talk, and he wasn't about to let her get out of it.

"Wait?" he asked, catching her wrist gently.

Ladybug already had her back to him, shoulders hunched, with one foot in the air. She set it down comically slowly.

"Thank you," he said to the back of her head, before ringing one of the little bells on his sweater so she knew what he was talking about. And then he felt stupid because of course she knew what he was talking about. There was a reason that she couldn't even look at him, that she must have been stressing over all night, and that she probably wasn't ready to talk about. And here he was, forcing her to discuss it.

She turned, wrinkling her nose at him. "Aren't you going to say 'thank mew' or something equally bad?"

Chat Noir's heart hammered in his throat. She was teasing him. She wasn't mad at him. "Is that permission?"

"No."

A soft wind rustled the grass in the empty park. Green leaves waved at them lazily. And still Ladybug stared at him, blushing.

Someone had to break the silence. Someone had to start this conversation. And they both knew Ladybug wasn't up for it.

"So," he began. "You know."

She nodded once.

"And you're… okay with it?" She'd given him a gift, and definitely a thoughtful one. She hadn't pulled her hand out of his yet, though he kept his grip loose. It should be a safe assumption. But his tone had much more uncertainty in it than the question alone implied.

"Why wouldn't I be?" she asked, sounding genuinely surprised by the question. The tone gave him hope. Her actions were another story. All she could do was stare at the picture on his chest.

"Because you're looking into the fake cat's eyes instead of the real cat's."

Her blush became even deeper and wider, reaching all the way to her hairline and matching the color of her suit. "You're not a real cat, you know. You seem to forget that a lot." She slowly pulled out of his grasp.

Without something to hold on to, his hands felt suddenly empty, and he didn't know what to do with them. He settled for putting them on his hips. "You're avoiding the question."

And probably for good reason. She didn't want to talk about it. A traitorous part of him whispered that this was going to ruin their friendship, even with all the evidence to the contrary. And he was suddenly desperate for her answer. His empty arms wrapped around himself and he whispered, "Are we okay?"

She tilted her head to one side, eyes squinting up at him. "Of course we're okay. I love you."

She gasped and slapped her hand over her mouth faster than he could register what she'd said.

It hit him full force a split second later. She loved him? She loved him! His ears perked up (both the human and cat ones). His heart started to race. He opened his mouth to say something, but Ladybug beat him to it.

"I– I mean–" She waved her arms at him, like she was trying to distract him from her previous sentence. "I don't know why I– You. I. We should–" She pulled on her pigtails. "Love? We–"

All Chat Noir could do was stare at her, the most wonderful human being ever to exist, who was all things good and glorious and beautiful, who was the best and the smartest and bravest. And who was now panicking because she'd just told him the only thing he'd ever wanted to hear.

She hung her head in defeat. "I have no idea how to pretend that's not what I just said."

His hands hovered between them, not sure if now was the perfect time to grab her in a crushing hug or not. "Oh, please. Let's not pretend that didn't just happen."

She looked up and shot him a hesitant smile, whispered, "Okay," and then seemed to realize exactly what she'd said and buried her scarlet face in her hands.

The bells on his sleeves jingled as he finally reached for her, his fingers wrapping around her wrists and guiding her hidden face upward toward his. The tension rolled off her in waves as she waited for him to say something.

The sweater had been a heartfelt message of love after all. No wishful thinking involved.

"Hey, Ladybug?" When she didn't answer immediately, his tone turned teasing. "My Laaady!" He kissed the backs of her hands, right over where her mouth was. "I love mew, too." He kissed higher, on her nose. "You are purrrr-fect." And then he kissed the tips of her fingers resting on her forehead, just millimeters away from her bare skin. "I want to spend all my nine lives with you."

"I thought we agreed no bad cat puns?"

His plan was successful. Ladybug's beautiful, sparkling, poetry-inspiring eyes peeked between her fingers.

"I don't remember agreeing to that," he said.

A breeze stirred the leaves. The sunlight filtering through glittered all around them.

Chat Noir leaned in again, intent on placing one last, long kiss on the backs of her hands. Just before he reached her, Ladybug parted her hands and pressed her lips to his.

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Shout out to @galahadwilder for giving me a deadline so I could actually finish this thing finally!

#ml #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #prpr #mlb

[shoutaaizawas]

↳  keigo takami x fem!reader → ❝nest❞

summary: hawks is acting odd again but you’re having a harder time figuring this one out. it’s not until he takes you out for a date night that it all makes sense. word count: 1.8k+ tags/warnings: fluff, hawks being birdy again a/n: another one in the series of hawks acting like a bird, can be read as a sequel to ‘shiny things’ and ‘preening’ but also by itself

Hawks was at it again. His odd behavior was becoming less concerning at this point. This time you were concerned for a different reason, it didn't seem like it was bird-related this time. Normally Hawks was at work that wasn’t unusual but there had been a few occasions where you tried to get a hold of him and couldn’t so you called someone you thought he’d be with at work only to find out he wasn’t working at all.

It was very rare for Hawks to not be working, if he wasn’t he was usually with you. You tried hard to not jump to conclusions. You had been dating for a while now and it was serious but you still had separate lives. There was nothing wrong with him doing something and not telling you.

Then there were his wings. They were red, well they were always red but now there were even more vibrant if that was possible and they always seemed to be even more puffed up around you. You couldn’t think of a reason for it and it didn't seem related to the previous concern at all.

On top of that he was being clingy, not that you saw that as a bad thing. You cherished any moment you could spend with him and if he wanted to spend it glued to your side even better.

In the past, it felt easier to piece together his odd behavior but this time you were struggling to find an answer.

It was a late afternoon and you were on the couch with your head in Keigo’s lap. You read a book you had been meaning to catch up on when Kegio started to ask you questions.

“What’s your favorite style of houses?” He questioned, his hand brushing along your hair soothingly.

“Hmm?” You questioned looking up from your book. That was odd. “I don’t know. I guess something simple but not too simple that it’s boring. Some character is always nice.”

“Okay.” He said thoughtfully before he started to trace his fingertips along your arm.

That was an odd question but Keigo wasn’t a stranger to odd questions.

“What about things in a house you like?” He said after some time in silence passed.

You looked up again over your book.

“Hmm… Natural light is good. High ceilings. A big bathtub. A nice yard.” You answered.

“Okay.” He said not elaborating.

That seemed to be an isolated event, his odd questions about housing. It was out of nowhere but eventually, you forgot about it.

That was until Keigo texted you to get changed and that he would pick you up by six. It wasn’t unusual for him to surprise you with a night out but as you pulled up to a house you weren’t sure what was going on.

It was beautiful, not too close to any neighbors and nice green landscaping around the house. You walked up the walkway with Keigo, he opened the door without knocking. You gave him an odd look but he didn’t elaborate.

Stepping into the house it was even more beautiful on the inside. It had high ceilings, big windows, and a skylight in a big space that was the living room. The living room was filled with nice furniture that all complemented each other perfectly, it was all just your favorite style and colors too.

Keigo took you by the hand walking you into the back yard. It too was beautiful, a big patio surrounded by tropical greenery was the first thing you saw. Looking out further into the yard there was a pool with stonework surrounding it with a gazebo on the other side.

In that gazebo, there was a table with candles and flowers on it as well as plates. He led you over there, pulling out the chair for you.

“This is lovely, Kei.” You said. “What’s the occasion?”

“Do I have to have an occasion to spoil you?” He teased as he sat down across from you. There was soft music playing in the background to compliment everything, the sound of the small waterfall in the pool was a nice addition.

“I suppose not but this is a bit different.” You said. Dinner at a random beautiful house that felt like it was something out of your Pinterest boards was a weird choice for a date night.

A man walked up to the table nearly scaring you with his presence as he placed down food in front of the two of you. It was your favorite meal. Something was going on but you couldn’t quite figure it out.

You brushed it away, you would find out eventually there was no point in not enjoying what was in front of you. The two of you started eating and talking about your day like normal.

It was nice, the weather was perfect and the atmosphere even more so. After dinner, he stood up.

“Do you want to see the house?” He asked. You still weren’t sure why you were here but you loved a good house tour.

“Yeah.” You said with an excited smile.

Keigo led you back to the house into the large living room. The room beside it was the kitchen. It also had high ceilings and a lot of space. Everything in it looked brand new. The marble countertops were a nice finish to it all.

“This is the kitchen.” He said. “Then there are four bedrooms.”

Keigo led you down an open hallway, every door he passed he would open and show you. The three rooms were empty but had flooring you liked. The last door was to the master bedroom. It was big and had furniture in it, you noted that you loved the style of everything in here as well. There was an amazing master bath, it had a giant tub and all the amenities you could think of that a bathroom could have.

“This is a beautiful house,” You said. “Why are we here?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“Here, let me show you the garden.” He said taking you by the hand again, he didn’t answer your question but you went with it figuring he would eventually explain. He pulled you towards the yard again but this time to another part of the yard. The greenery increased and it felt like something out of a movie.

The plants were everywhere but no overgrown that you couldn’t go through. It was stunning. You looked over to Keigo and saw him looking at you with a big smile.

“Do you like it?” He asked looking a bit nervous.

“I love it. All of it’s beautiful.” You said. “I guess I’m just kind of confused.”

Keigo took your hands in his looking at you intensely.

“I love you, more than anything. You know that already.” He said seriously. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, you make me complete. You make my life so much better than I ever thought it could be. I love you and I want to see you happy, I want to make you happy more than anything else.”

You watched him carefully as he poured out his heart to you. His words made your stomach flip.

“You put up with me and all the baggage I come with-” He started but you stopped him.

“I don’t put up with it, I gladly bear it just like you do the same for me.” You told him. There was no ‘putting up’ with Keigo. You loved him and you were more than happy to be there for him through it all.

“Sorry,” He said with a small laugh. “You gladly bear my baggage and all the weird things I do. I mean I was giving you the most random things as gifts and you never batted an eye, you just took it and appreciated it because it was from me. You don’t just accept who I am you go out of your way to return my affections the same way I show them. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

It was impossible not to tear up at his words. You squeezed his hands gently not wanting to interrupt him.

“Will you marry me?” He said reaching into his pocket and pulling out a ring. It was beautiful, it was rose gold with an opal and so faintly that you almost didn’t see it there were small wings engraved into the band.

“Keigo, yes.” You said. His wings puffed up in excitement as he rushed forward to hug you, the ring still in his hands. He held onto you so tight, his face in your shoulder and his wings wrapped around you.

“Oh, the ring.” He said with a small laugh as he let go. He gently took your hand in his and slid the ring on.

“I love you so much.” You said hugging him again.

The two of you stood there in the garden in bliss, forgetting the world around you for a few moments.

“Wait, so why are we at this house?” You questioned still not fitting that into the night’s events.

“Answer this first, do you like it?” He questioned.

“I love it, it’s like everything I would want in a house.” You said.

“Well, that’s good because it’s yours.” He said. You looked at him in confusion.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“I bought it, for you.” He said as if it made sense. “I mean I want to marry you, we need somewhere to live. Both of our apartments are nice and all but you deserve something far better.”

“You just went and bought a house.” You said.

“Yeah, and I had somethings changed to fit what you like.” He said. “I may have looked on your Pinterest boards.” He said sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

Suddenly, it all clicked once again. His bird tendencies were back at it again. He wanted you to be his ‘mate’ and so he had done what any good bird did, he made you a nest. Although in his own way he bought you a nest and dressed it up in a way he thought you would like. The clinginess, the vibrant plumage from before, it was all a part of making himself appealing as possible to you so you would accept.

Your heart skipped a beat. You hadn’t expected these tendencies when you started dating him but they were so romantic and endearing you could never complain.

“I didn’t decorate everything, I figured you would like to do some of that yourself-”

Keigo was stopped as you wrapped your arms around him and kissed him, hands tangling into his wind-swept blond locks that you loved so much.

“It’s perfect.” You said. “You’re perfect. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

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[blackholelynn]

Your Protection - Part Six

<- Read Part Five

Summary: You work as a cashier in a small convenience store, and your days are completely, painfully normal. After a particularly bad run-in with a rude customer, your life gets flipped upside down, and the only one who you can count on ends up being a complete stranger – Dean Winchester.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of drowning, loss/grief, rude/abusive customer interaction, swearing – these warnings are for this series of parts as a whole, so while some of these warnings may not apply on this part, they will apply for future parts

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: Another chapter done! This is six out of the seven that I have written, so we're nearing the end. But!! Because of the reception of this series, I'll be writing a sequel/continuation of this! After I post the next part next week, this will be going on hiatus until I finish the next series of parts, but I will be working my butt off to get the continuation out as fast as possible 😉

Series Tag List: @leigh70

Supernatural Tag List: @hobby27

Also cross-posted to my AO3 account, you can read it here!

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“Shut up and just let me finish,” Laurie whined. She had your hand pinned to the coffee table in your living room, assaulting your nails with a nail polish brush. The bright teal color popped against the color of the table.

You finally stopped struggling against her grip and laughed, “Fine, fine. I would like it on record that I didn’t want my nails painted.”

“Noted, Debbie Downer.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned back into the couch cushions. This was definitely a moment of respite that you needed, and you hadn’t even realized it. The tension that had been mounting in your shoulders melted away. Your thoughts drifted through the inky blackness of your eyelids, never dwelling on one moment for too long.

When you felt a drop of liquid on your hand, you huffed, “I thought you were painting my nails, not my hand.”

But then you opened your eyes.

Laurie still sat across from you, but her skin was a grey pallor that spread to her eyes. All the color seemed to have been drained from her while water streamed from her open mouth. Her face was stuck in a silent scream, and her blank eyes were filled with tears.

She gargled out your name through all the water rushing from her mouth, and a scream ripped out from your throat. You scrambled back further on the couch, wrenching your hand from her grip. The smell of damp moss overwhelmed your senses, and you couldn't manage to stop screaming. You squeezed your eyes shut and cowered against the back of the couch. You hoped that whatever would happen would be quick and painless.

“Hey! Hey!” Your shoulders were shaken, and you woke up on the springy couch with a gasp. Dean’s green eyes were swimming with concern as he held you by your shoulders. “Sweetheart, are you alright?”

Your eyes darted around the room, taking in your surroundings. Sam was nowhere in the room, and one of the double beds was already made. Finally, you looked back at Dean, and you remembered your dream once again.

In your terror and haze, you hurriedly threw your arms around his shoulders, clinging onto him desperately. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m alright.”

“Bad dream?” he asked, wrapping his arms around your waist. He tucked you into his chest, allowing you to listen to his steady heartbeat, and slowly you felt yourself start to calm down. The adrenaline clamoring through your veins was beginning to dissipate, being replaced by a hazy fog.

“The worst, honestly.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head, resting your forehead against his shoulder. “No. I just want to stay like this for a little bit.”

“I can do that,” Dean answered. So you sat together on the couch, settled against Dean’s side, and took comfort by just being near him. When your breathing settled, he looked down at you. “I know how it feels. The nightmares, I mean.”

“They never get better?” You waited for a response, but his silence caused a spike of dread to wedge its way into you. You let out a resigned sigh. “I suppose it’s a hazard of the job.”

Dean nodded, “There’s a lot of those with this job.”

You knew that you should be rethinking your position on the hunt – that you should’ve been considering other options. However, all you could think of what Laurie’s face in your dreams, and it only strengthened your resolve. Maybe if you killed the nixie, you would kill the nightmares along with it. Or they would at least fade. You would take anything at that point.

Your stomach rumbled, and you untangled yourself from Dean, standing and going to the refrigerator. “Breakfast definitely sounds good.” However, you frowned at the barren fridge filled with only beer and a ketchup bottle. “Okay, maybe not. Taking a shot of ketchup isn’t breakfast.”

“Sammy’s out getting us breakfast, and when he gets back, we’re going to set up a plan.”

A plan for me to be bait . Despite advocating for the plan, there was no stopping the fear it caused in you. You desperately wished you could flip a switch and turn your self-preservation off, but that would be the one thing that would keep you from doing anything stupid. 

The motel room door opened, and Sam walked through with two large takeout bags in his hands, kicking the door closed with his foot. “Breakfast.”

“Yes!” You cheered, eagerly taking the bags from his hands and setting them on the table. You carefully laid out the styrofoam boxes on the table, and the smell of food overwhelmed you. “God, this smells heavenly.”

Dean’s eyebrows shot up for a moment, and when you looked back over at him, you could feel your face burn up with embarrassment. “Damn…I didn’t know anyone could get so excited about food.”

“I didn’t eat anything aside from that milkshake last night, so call me a bit peckish,” you weakly supplied. You took one of the containers and opened it to find pancakes, and you couldn’t help the slight squeal that escaped from your lips. You grabbed a plastic fork and quickly took a bite, sitting back down on the couch. “So, plan time. What are we thinking?”

“Well,” Sam started, taking his own food and sitting down at the table. “It would help to know who the nixie might be taking shape as. Any ideas?”

Your brows furrowed as you thought about it. You weren’t there for the second murder, so you’d have to draw all your information from the first. Then it clicked, how Adam was there before the murder but nowhere to be found after. Your stomach flipped, and suddenly the pancakes in front of you didn’t seem appetizing anymore. You set down the container on the coffee table and covered your mouth.

Dean’s hands stopped midway into shoveling scrambled eggs into his mouth. “What’s wrong?”

“Adam DiMarco.” You stood up from the couch and began pacing the room, the rage inside of you building and building until you felt like it was boiling over. “That son of a bitch.”

“Mind elaborating?”

“He was the last person with Laurie. He works at the store.”

Sam had the same dawning realization wash over his face. “The same store that both victims worked at. That’s as good a place to start as any.”

“Laurie is not a victim,” you insisted, donning your coat from where it hung by the door. “My shift today is in a couple hours, and he’s scheduled to work today. You stay close, and I’ll take care of the rest.” You were out the door before either of the Winchesters could stop you.

Dean and Sam were left at the table, and Sam turned to Dean as soon as you were gone. “Man, she’s over her head. You’re really okay with this?”

“No. Not in the slightest.” Dean set down his utensils and wiped his mouth with a napkin before crumpling it and throwing it onto the table in exasperation. “But she’s not backing down, and I’ll be damned if we let her do this alone.”

“Huh.”

“What? What’s ‘huh’ about that?” Dean quirked a brow at his brother, who wore a smug smirk.

Sam leaned back in the dining chair and crossed his arms, a knowing look in his eyes. “Nothing.”

“Nothing, my ass. What the hell are you so smug about?”

“Dude, you’re head over heels. I’ve never seen you like this since–”

“We should go,” Dean interrupted, and without hesitation, he followed you out of the door and to the car.

~~~

The store was quiet and had been for the last few hours. You kept yourself busy by hiding your phone behind the register and scrolling through your social media accounts, but you’d been doing that for so long that your feed was starting to repeat.

You eagerly picked up when your phone rang, and Dean grumbled on the other end. “Thought you said Adam was working today?”

“He is.” You checked the call-in sheet for the fifth time that day. “He didn’t call in, so he should be here. He’s probably just late like usual.”

“Great.”

“Aw, getting sleepy? Past your bedtime?” You teased, a mischievous grin on your face as you wiped down the counter again.

“Just don’t forget the signal,” Dean reminded you.

“I won’t.”

You hung up the phone, tucking it safely away into your pocket. You might as well start doing Adam’s job for him and do some stocking since there were no customers. When you opened the backroom, it was overflowing with stock, something that unsettled you. It wasn’t unheard of that a stocker might not be in for a night, causing the room to be fuller the next night, but this had to have been two nights' worth of stock.

You picked up your phone and dialed your manager, and when the phone picked up, you were quick and to the point. “Hey, I just wanted to let you know Adam hasn’t shown for his shift so far. Is he still coming in?”

“Damn it,” your manager sighed. “I was giving him leniency because of everything that happened, but he’s had two no-call no-shows. Look, I’ll take care of all the overflow stock tomorrow, so you don’t have to worry about it. Thanks for letting me know.”

Your manager hung up the phone before you could ask anything else, and you groaned in frustration. Despite how flaky Adam always was, something in your gut told you something was wrong – very wrong. You were about to type in Dean’s number when a ring resounded through the storefront, letting you know a customer had entered. You hurried from the backroom back to the front with the register.

Your fake smile fell when you laid eyes on who had entered the door. “What are you doing back here?”

“Is that any way to treat a loyal customer?” The man who had entered your store before you met Dean stood in the doorway, a cocky smile on his face. “I hope your service is better this time around.”

You didn’t dignify him with a response and instead pretended that you needed to rearrange the candy selection beside the counter. Your skin crawling was difficult for you to ignore as you tried to continue your work, and it was taking everything in you not to call Dean and tell him. The only thing that stopped you was the hope that maybe Adam – and therefore the nixie – may still show up, and if that were the case, Dean would blow your cover.

“So, didn’t see you in yesterday,” the man pointed out, pretending to look at the shelf with ding dongs and twinkies. You still didn’t answer until the lilting melody of a violin quietly faded into your hearing. You froze. “I got worried. Thought something might have happened.”

There’s no way this is happening. It’s Adam. It had to be Adam. Oh god. I have to call Dean.

Just as your fingers brushed your phone, the man tsked, “No heroes this time.”

Suddenly your chest felt heavy, and the taste of moss and putrid water filled your mouth. You tried to take a breath, but when you opened your mouth, warm liquid spilled onto your clothes. Gasping for air, you clutched at your chest, but you couldn’t take a breath. Your hands clutched at your throat, which was overflowing with water.

“Your pathetic little store has only served to create litter. Where do you think that litter goes, hm?” His hand wrapped around your throat and lifted you off the ground. You tried to claw at his hand, but the water created a surface that was far too slippery for you to get a grip. “To the river. I have been dealing with the squalor long enough, and I’m tired of choking on plastic. You and everyone here are going to pay . One by one.”

His brows protruded and angled more right in front of your eyes, and his skin slowly took on a greenish-blue tint. The hands around your throat became slimy and webbed. Your mind reeled desperately to try and think of a way to contact Dean and Sam. Then your eyes caught sight of the red button underneath the counter that was used in the event of a robbery.

With one kick, you pressed the button, causing the nixie to drop you in a second to spin around and stare at the counter. “What did you just do?”

You could feel the water fill your lungs, gargling when you tried to take a breath in and spurting from your mouth and nose when you breathed out. You could only hope that the boys were listening to the police radio like they tended to do, that they would hear the call about a robbery inside the store. Your mind was beginning to grow fuzzy, and your vision darkened.

The last thing you heard before you blacked out was the door slamming open, and you could hear the nixie be tackled to the ground. Dean was by your side in a second while Sam took care of the monster.

“Sweetheart, come on. You just gotta look at me.” He picked your limp body off the floor and held you to his chest, shaking your shoulders. “Wake up. Come on, wake up!” But your eyes wouldn’t open, and he looked up at his brother in desperation, the nixie dead on the floor. “Sammy!”

Sam wasted no time coming to your aid, checking for a pulse. “She’s got a pulse. Start giving her rescue breaths.”

Dean nodded and went to work, making sure your airways were clean. He tilted your head back and sealed your mouth with his, breathing and watching as your chest rose and fell with the two rescue breaths. The taste of foul river water filled his mouth as you began to cough up the water, and he laid you on your side to allow you an easier time getting the liquid out of your lungs.

“Perfect, sweetheart. Just keep coughing. Get it all out.” Dean’s calloused hands rubbed up and down your back as you continued to hack and splutter more and more water onto the linoleum floor. Finally, the coughing seemed to subside, but your breaths were still labored. “Think you can walk?”

You shook your head. “No…it hurts.”

“What hurts?”

“Everything,” you whined, flopping back onto your back. You still felt like you had water in your lungs, but no more would come up. As you lay down, you felt your eyes droop again until Dean jostled you. You frowned. “Sleepy.”

“I know, but you’ve gotta stay awake. We’re going to get you to the hospital. Just stay with me, alright?” His arms picked you up and held you close to him, and he carried you towards the door, bridal style. Sam opened the door for him, and the two practically sprinted to the car. Sam wasted no time starting the car as Dean climbed into the back seat with you. When your eyes became heavy, Dean cupped your cheek, forcing you to look at him. “You’ve gotta keep your eyes open. We’re almost there, I promise.”

“Dean,” you cried, tears pricking your eyes. “I’m sorry.”

He gave you a forced smile, wiping away your tears with his thumbs. “There’s nothing for you to be sorry for.”

“I got hurt.” You began to sob, but the only sound that came out was a wheeze which forced you into another coughing fit. You noticed Dean urge Sam to go faster, and you gripped onto his shirt, grabbing his attention back to you. “This wasn’t your fault.”

“Let’s not talk about it now.”

You wrenched your grip on his shirt to force him closer to you, and the determined gaze in your eyes gave him no choice but to listen. “Don’t blame yourself.”

He struggled to form any words, too terrified of your prognosis and surprised by your willpower. When another fit of coughs wracked your body, he was startled out of his stupor and tried to help you regain your breaths, but you fell into unconsciousness once again.

~~~

A thin blanket was wrapped around you when you woke up, and when you opened your eyes, the bright fluorescents and beeping alerted you to the fact that you were in the hospital. The drowsiness and confusion were still plaguing your mind, causing you to have difficulty fully remembering how you had gotten there. You remembered being at the store, then the nixie, and then…

Dean. Where is he?

You bolted up, wincing when the IV in your arm moved in a way you weren’t expecting. Your eyes darted around your hospital room, but the space was completely empty. The blankets were quickly discarded, and the pulse oximeter on your finger slipped off, causing the monitors to emit a continuous beep. You grabbed the IV stand by your bed and heaved yourself towards the door.

However, you barely got a few steps before you felt too weak to go further, and a nurse from outside noticed you and urged you back into bed. “You shouldn’t be up and moving just yet, and you’re still weak from the drowning.”

“The men who brought me here, where are they?” Your speech was slurred, but you’d be damned if you weren’t going to find out. “I want to see them.”

“You were dropped off by the ER doors,” the nurse explained. Her face showed immense pity, and rather than feeling despondent, her pity only made your blood boil. She noticed your agitation and quickly put the pulse oximeter back on before stepping back. “We weren’t able to see who left you on the cameras. The detective assigned to your case will probably be by to see you soon since you’ve woken up.”

You quirked a brow. “A detective? What for?”

“For your drowning,” she answered, and your confusion only seemed to cause her concern to grow. “Are you feeling any confusion or disorientation? It’s a common side-effect after a drowning.”

“I’m fine. And my drowning wasn’t a crime. I fell into the river, and some friends had to fish me out. They were probably too nervous about coming in because they had been drinking.”

“Oh. You’re sure?”

“Positive. They were probably just worried about a DUI, but an ambulance would have taken longer than just driving me here themselves.”

She nodded, knowing that the river did pass by just a few minutes from the hospital. “I’ll inform the detective then. He may still want to speak with you.”

“That’s fine, but…” You patted your pockets only to realize you were clad in a hospital gown. You looked around at the nightstand at the side of your bed to see it was barren. “Where’s my phone?”

She took note of your vitals before answering your question, suddenly very intent on the business at hand. “It’s with your patient belongings. Top drawer of the nightstand.” The nurse sent one last smile your way with a final keystroke on the computer by your bed. “Well, I’m glad you’re awake. Someone will be back to check on you in an hour, and the doctor should be around to go over your prognosis with you.”

“Thank you,” you weakly answered, and then she was gone. You breathed a sigh of relief and struggled to reach the drawer. However, when you did, you quickly grabbed your phone and opened the contacts, immediately heading to the ‘H’ section.

You called him once. Twice. Three times. The fourth time you got his voicemail, you let your phone fall beside you on the bed, hot and angry tears falling down your cheeks.

Why? Why did we go through all of this for nothing?

~~~

Continue on to Part Seven ->

#spn #supernatural #multipart story #multipart fic #fan fic #fanfic #fan fiction #fanfiction #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x y/n #dean winchester #dean winchester angst #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester comfort #pov second person #no y/n #comfort #fluff #angst #reader insert #lynn writes

[moonbeamwritings]

of salt water and curious gazes

Summary: Following your grandmother’s death, her seaside home fell into your care, deemed the only one she could picture inhabiting it. Things were simple enough, tending to the garden and making frequent trips to the beach as you adjusted to life in the small town. It all changed, however, when you spent a night under the full moon with a rather peculiar blue eyed companion. (Merperson AU)

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! This is definitely different from what I usually post, but I hope you guys are just as interested as I am! Let me know what you think! Also, buckle up! This is a long one and might end up being a part one 🤪

sequel: “of salt water and loving gazes”

Your grandmother’s home had always been your safe space, a place in which you were free to run around and spend your time as you saw fit. After her death though, it seemed as if all of the joy had been sucked out of the small, seaside cottage. Your heart broke just a little bit more as you turned down the all-too-familiar street and pulled into her, now your, driveway.

She’d left the house to you, explaining that she could see no one else living there but you. You had been itching for change, growing tired of the hustle and bustle of your daily life, so perhaps with fate’s guiding hand you would find solace along the shoreline, in your happy place. I know you’ll treat it well, the letter she had left assured you. P.S. The ocean works wonders for the soul. Don’t forget that. 

You gripped the steering wheel as you stared at the front of the house through the windshield. It was just as you remembered, bright blue hydrangeas dotted the garden, flowers fat and stems long, the doormat was perfectly centered, the mailbox the same faded green as it had always been.

With one final sigh, you willed yourself out of the car, keys jingling in your hands as you went. The house was much quieter now, lacking the bubbles of laughter and soft music that were staples of your childhood visits. The sweet smell of baked goods no longer wafted through the kitchen, her shoes no longer resting by the door. Most of her belongings had already been cleared out, handed off to friends and family, but what was left was yours. The house was yours. The thought that what once belonged to her was now left entirely in your care made your heart swell with both sadness and pride. You would make the best of this, if not for yourself, then for your dear grandmother.

Unloading your car was simple enough, taking only an afternoon to get everything completely organized. That night, you watched the sunset from the back porch, warm mug in hand as you looked out at the seemingly endless sea. Your eyes drooped as the vibrant colors of the sun were replaced by the pale yellow light of the moon.

Adjusting to life in the quaint little town was difficult. The townspeople who had known your grandma could only seem to muster pitying glances when they saw you out and about, treading lightly as they asked about you and your move. You stuck to the house most days to avoid them, cleaning things up and shifting things around.

Something about the beach had an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach though. As you traveled down the path, a bag slung over your shoulder and a towel in hand, you couldn’t help but feel eyes on you, carefully tracking your every move.

Your grandmother’s neighbors were kind and friendly, no doubt willing to approach you if they were to see you sitting out. The beach itself was private, reserved for residents like yourself, so it’s not like wandering strangers lingered about. This feeling was different. It was as if the waves themselves were peering back at you, just as mesmerized by you as you were with them.

One day as you munched on a sandwich, legs pulled close to your chest as you stared out at the ocean, you could’ve sworn you saw curious blue eyes staring back. You stopped going to the beach for a few days after that.

The morning you finally returned to the beach left much to be desired. The beautiful blue sky and relaxing ebb and flow of the waves were replaced by thick fog and dark gray skies, waves rocking against the shore with more force. You had no idea what had compelled you to make the trek down to the beach that morning, but you had felt as though you were being pulled there, tugged along by a thin red thread, like you were supposed to be there.

The wind bit at your face as it rustled the fabric of your coat. You were thankful that it had yet to kick sand up into your eyes. As the water sloshed against your bare ankles, you could barely see three feet in front of you, fog completely obscuring the horizon. Your grandmother’s voice sounded in the back of your head, “I know you don’t like the beach when it’s foggy, but I’ll have you know, I’ve seen some of the cutest seals on days just like this one.”

Deciding that the waves weren’t as bad as you had expected and wanting to know if her words would ring true, you ventured down the jetty, carefully calculating each step so as not to stumble. 

On your way down the jetty, you caught sight of a familiar pair of blue eyes, just barely visible over the surface of the water. Why would someone be out swimming in conditions like these? Eyes scanning what little area you could see, you halted all movements, eagerly waiting for the person to resurface. Were you imagining things? Soon enough, a head popped out of the water, showing off broad shoulders, black hair, and… Was that a star tattoo?

Raising your voice to be heard over the wind, you called out, “Hey, dude! It’s not safe to be out swimming with all this fog! I’ve heard there have been sharks in the area recently!”

The person wheeled around at the sound of your voice, eyes widening in surprise. You watched as his mouth opened and closed, but no response came. Before you could get another warning in, he was dipping back below the surface, disappearing into the murky water. Without thinking, your feet carried you to the very tip of the jetty, searching for any sign of the solitary swimmer.

“Hello!? Hello!? Is anyone out there?”

You felt crazy as your head swiveled back and forth, ears tuning in to the gentle way the waves struck the rocks. It was quiet, deathly so. Was that just another trick of the eye? A manifestation of the loneliness you’d felt in your little seaside dwelling? The result of feeling like you were being watched for the past few weeks? You couldn’t tell.

You’d seen those eyes before, you’d assured yourself as you walked back to the sand, right? Surely they were the same ones you’d encountered during early morning sunrises or all the lunchtime meals you’d eaten on the beach. They were too familiar to be nothing more than a host of different, swimming strangers.

After the whole incident, you kept a close watch on those around you when you went into the grocery store and the other local shops. Did anyone’s eyes match that deep, unrelenting turquoise? Did anyone have that star tattoo on the back of their shoulder? You searched high and low, but reached no feasible conclusions, no answers that allowed you to sleep better at night.

In one of your more desperate late-night deep dives, no pun intended, you toyed with the idea that perhaps you’d seen some sort of siren, a merperson exploring the waters near your home. The melodrama of Twilight’s Bella Swan frantically searching the internet for answers to her vampiric questions flashed through your mind. You laughed out loud at the thought. That would not be you.

Weeks went by and things returned to relative normalcy. You still occasionally felt curious eyes on you, but you hadn’t seen any flashes of blue since that foggy morning. You ate your lunch, you cleared your head, all without any distractions from the mysterious man.

Your mind raced as you watched the sunset from your kitchen window, suds covering your hands while you worked a sponge over the dirty dishes in your sink. Earlier in the day, you’d received a phone call from a friend, essentially admonishing you for your move to your grandmother’s old house. They had completely ignored your feelings, only working from their own experiences as they ranted and raved. The call left you feeling drained and desperate to get down to the beach. Maybe dipping your toes into the salty water while you watched the full moon rise would ease the ache in your heart.

Pulling an oversized hoodie over your head, you made the walk down to the beach, taking your time to look for shells and sea glass as you went. Having no luck, you moved down the jetty, a pep in your step as you hopped from one rock to the other. At the end, you carefully shuffled out of your shoes before sitting down to let your feet and calves slip into the cool, dark water.

The moonlight left the ocean in front of you sparkling, like the stars themselves had fallen into the sea, shining brightly as they bobbed with the waves. You were thankful you had the beach to yourself.

To release some of your energy, you began swishing your feet back and forth beneath the surface, relishing in the soft movement of the water against your skin. Losing yourself in your thoughts, you’d hardly realized you were being watched until you heard the gentle sloshing of water off to your right, ripples traveling up against your legs.

You snapped your head away from the moon, scanning the glassy surface all around you. Your eyes widened, breath hitching in your throat when you finally saw them. 

Blue eyes.

“You.”

The stranger’s eyes mirrored yours as you stared at one another. The droplets of water caught the light of the moon, bathing the man in the rolling starlight of the sea. Your heart fluttered.

“What the hell are you doing? Have you not heard about all of the shark sightings or do you just not care? Night swimming like that is so stupid.”

He waded closer, still beyond arm’s reach, but inching closer with the movement of the waves.

“I don’t need to worry about sharks.”

“What are you? Some kind of whisperer?”

He examined you carefully, mouth dipping below the surface only to reappear as he replied, “You could say that.”

The man’s body was entirely submerged save for his head and shoulders. You eyed each other as silence fell, punctuated by the crashing of waves in the distance. With his eyes on you like this, you felt as if you were being stalked, kept under a watchful glare for any signs of weakness.

“You know,” you spoke, attempting to diffuse the tension, “you can come sit up here with me, if you want.”

“No, thank you.” His reply was immediate, but your words had him closing some more distance. The closer he came to the jetty, the more you realized just how large he was, all broad shoulders and defined muscle. Imposing.

His eyes flickered down to watch your feet where they moved in the water, head tilting curiously as he followed the exposed skin up to the curves of your knees, eyeing them too. It’s like he’s never seen them before, you thought.

You floundered thinking about any way to continue the conversation with the handsome stranger, to attempt to distract him from the gentle sway of your legs. With a wide sweep of your leg, you unconsciously sent your foot towards the stranger, but instead of skin meeting skin, your toes brushed against the rigid surface of scales.

Scales!?

Your eyes shot open as you yelped, scrambling to pull your feet from the water and up onto the jetty, “What the fuck was that?”

Your knee jerk reaction sent the man in front of you reeling back as well, splashing back below the surface of the waves.

Your mind spiraled, forcing you to through your own Twilight movie moment. It was as if all the pieces were steadily falling into place: always swimming at odd hours and in adverse conditions, never seeing him in town, being unfazed by the presence of sharks. 

Your heart pounded against your ribcage. He couldn’t be… Could he?

Throwing caution to the wind out of sheer desperation for answers, you gently placed your feet back into the water, calling out for your potential new companion. You waited for any sort of response, resolving to sit for hours if you had to. Unexpectedly, you saw his eyes breach the surface once again, keeping his distance.

“Hey,” you spoke, keeping your voice as soft as possible, beckoning him closer with a wave of your hand, “Come here.”

He swam up to you, positioning himself in front of you. The man looked almost… cute like this, eyes wide and cautious as he stared up at you from the water.

“So, are you, like, a merperson or something? A merman?”

He nodded in lieu of response.

“Can I see?”

It took a long moment for him to move, eyes locked on yours as he thought over your tone of voice. Finally nodding, he leaned back, treading water with his arms as he exposed his tail to you.

It was breathtaking, the full expanse of it decorated with deep purple, almost black scales, like he had entire galaxies trapped within each and every one. The fluke glittered, iridescent under the beams of the moon. You gasped at the sight.

“It’s beautiful.”

Without thinking, you brushed your fingertips along the fluke, taking in the smooth, silky texture. In an instant, his hand shot out and took your wrist in its grip, removing it from his tail. Your eyes widened at the action, fear taking hold of your lungs at the feeling of his pointed nails against your skin.

“That tickles,” he quietly told you, loosening his hold on your wrist. You could’ve sworn you saw his face flush at the admission.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” came his grumbled response.

You fell silent for a moment, mind still racing with the thoughts that you were actually in the presence of a merman, that your stupid midnight thoughts had actually been correct.

“Can you tell me your name?” You finally settled on asking, deciding that if this whole thing was going to continue beyond tonight, you should at least learn his name.

“It’s Jotaro.”

You parroted the name, testing it on your own lips, memorizing the sound. Jotaro placed your hand back in your lap, moving to place his elbows up on the rock beside you instead. “What’s yours?”

You shared your own name, smiling at his proximity. He followed your lead, repeating your name as he looked up at you.

You sat with Jotaro until your toes pruned, goosebumps rising on your skin as the night brought lower temperatures along with it. You smiled to yourself as you watched his eyes roam over the flesh, fascinated by your body’s reaction to the cold.

After shivering for what felt like the hundredth time, you bid Jotaro a goodnight, promising to meet him again the following night at around the same time. He nodded in response, sending one last, long look in your direction before disappearing back below the waves.

Curling your hands into the sleeves of your sweatshirt, you began the walk back to your home. The phone call with your friend had completely slipped your mind, instead replaced by the warm feeling Jotaro’s presence settled in your heart. With the scent of sea spray still lingering on your clothes, you washed the sand from your feet and turned in for the night. As you laid your head back against your pillows, you wondered if your grandmother had been right all along. Maybe the ocean truly did work wonders for the soul.

#jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro kujo imagine #jotaro imagine #jotaro x reader #jjba x reader #jjba imagine #mer au

[ggukkieland]

📕CURRENT READS (2020 October)

🌹 Fics I’ve enjoyed reading this October, with some few unread ones (still have 4 to 5 days to finish!). Waah I have read a lot 😲 I can’t believe I’m almost complete with this list 🥳. Usually when I post and organize the list, half of it are still on #toread status. I thought of curating Halloween-themed fics 🎃 but I ended up reading any genre anyway😁.

Again, credit goes to these awesome writers! Sending them lots of love and virtual hugs 🥰🤗💜🥰🤗💜🥰🤗 .

✅ -  done reading   | S (smut) F (fluff) A (angst) 

🥕[Ongoing Series - to check weekly] 

Still reading the ongoing series from last month’s reading list, whenever there is an update 😊

I Feel You in my Heart by @purpletaecup - MYG |  exes au, second chances, some chapters have smau elements | A, S, F (really good story development 😭)

[7/?] nearly 2 months after their divorce, yoongi and y/n wade through the aftermath of the fallout by themselves. yoongi is moving on with someone else while y/n finds herself stuck in waves of anxiety and depression. soon enough, they are brought together again by an unfortunate accident

If it Harms None, Do What You Will by purpletaecup - JJK | smau, comedy, supernatural au, fantasy au, witch!reader, demon!jungkook | F, S  🎃

[6/?] it’s the beginning of October and green witch y/n has been preparing for all of the spooky activities she needs to do for all hallow’s eve. one of her older friends gives her a ritual candle for protection. a couple of drops of blood and a wonky magic circle later, there is a high level demon sitting on the floor of her living room.

We Live with a Ghost by @smaubts - JJK | smau, comedy, ghost au, roommates au | F  🎃

[6/13] when jungkook convinces his roommate, y/n, that their house is haunted by an evil ghost, they decide their best option is to contact with it and make it leave but end up summoning an actual ghost by accident.

Swan Black by CharWrites [AO3] - JJK | fantasy, supernatural, enemies to lovers, dark fantasy, apocalypse, Fae!Jungkook, Fae!Yoongi, Fae!Taehyung,  LOTR/Mortal Instruments/Labyrinth vibes | A, S (I love this! It’s like watching LOTR 😍)  🎃

[10/?] So's twin brother, Jimin, has been kissed by darkness: an evil that has spread across the land and has claimed many souls. They only have weeks until the darkness consumes him. Once consumed, he will be governed by the unsullied: a powerful race of Dark Fae that has overtaken the world.

So seeks out a rogue Fae Prince, Kook, who is her only hope, if she can survive his deadly charms and irresistible lure especially when he is much more interested in possessing her, mind body and soul.

Third Wheeling by @taetaewonderland - MYG |  strangers to lovers au, ceo!yoongi | A, F, S 🥰

[1/?] Min Yoongi is a strict man. Time is money to the CEO of Kisung Connected. He isn’t interested in conventional things or wastes of time. He’s an asshole. But, you didn’t realize until it was too late. Until you met him at the club and it changed your life forever.  

Bad Friends by @hollyxqx- MYG | friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, neighbor au, college au, fwb au | A, S, F (what a good angst 😥)

[1/3] hooking up with your childhood best friend was never your plan, but neither was falling in love with him either. he’s troubled but his heart is gold. when you move away for college, things start to take a turn.

House of Lilies by @suqakoo​ - JJK | mafia au, arranged marriage au | A, F, S

[3/?] Jeon Jungkook is the only heir to Dal Gurimja. He is the poster child for mafia bosses. He’s a feared hit-man among the underground world, and a successful CEO among the socialites of Seoul. Pair him with a castaway girl who’s been out of society for twelve years, and… what do you get?

Your Eyes Tell  by @njkbangtan - JJK | soulmate au, enemies to lovers au, roommates au, sugar baby (but not really), slow burn | A, F

[5/?] You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It’s simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if…Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?  

I hate u, I love u by @bbangpanmen - JJK | fwb au, friends to lovers au, smau | A

[17/23] he uses you to forget her; you let him because you love him.

Puzzle by @kimvvantae - JJK | fwb au, friends to lovers au, college au | A, S, F (I’ve read this before, around 2018-19 and I thought it was discontinued. Glad there’s an update ^_^)

[7/?] the line between friendship and something more has never been crossed  - but that changes after a break up and a drunken night, when you not-so-accidentally cross this line to something much more. what happens when after this accident your non-matching puzzle pieces seem to match in a way you’ve never imagined?

The Lesson/Min Boy by @adventuresinwonderlust - MYG | bad boy!yoongi, dom-sub elements, enemies to lovers, brat!reader | S, A, F

[6/8] No summary provided but it’s the twisted story between bad boy Yoongi with angsty backstory and this brat/rich kid. I really liked how it was written though.  I made a mistake of reading part 4:  Two Months Too Long, which should’ve been the 6th story to read if you follow the author’s sequence. 

Popular-ish by @hansolmates - JJK | popular!jungkook, college au, fwb to lovers, shy!oc | F, S, A

[9/?] drabble series: you are way out of jungkook’s league. Or is it the other way around?

Date Me by @latetaektalk - JJK | enemies to lovers, fake dating au, rich kid au | A, F,

[prologue + 1/?] when obnoxiously rich and spoiled frat boy jeon jungkook comes up to you one day and asks you to fake date him for money, you definitely should have said no. because before you knew it, you were going on insta dates with him and having lunch with his equally obnoxiously rich and spoiled friends.

All Over You by @zibermuda - JJK | enemies to lovers, nerd!jk, fuckgirl!reader | S, F 

[2/?] you don’t usually go for the quiet, nerdy type, but Jungkook’s by far the best looking guy in your year. You just can’t help yourself. You have to have him. Small hiccup; he hates you

Effortlessly by @gyukult - JJK | friends to lovers, neighbors au, 

[8/?] “Reciprocate feelings?” Jungkook crosses his arms before he continues, “They should know that you’re the only girl in my life.“ Jungkook has been your best friend and neighbor since you could remember, but what you can’t recall is when your feelings began develop for him. 

HEI$T: A JJK Fic by lucidly [AO3] - JJK | heist au, action, bangtan are thieves, vigilante au | A, S

[3/?] Six years after being thrown into the world of forgery, espionage, and heists, Mona and her team face competition like never before: The Bulletproof Boy Scouts, a fabled Korean gang of thieves that everybody seems to know, but no one has seen. When she comes face to face with all 7 of them, Mona knows: they're real, and this job won't be like the others. For years she has followed the money, but could it be time that she follow her heart instead?

🥕[Completed AUs/Series-  to read]

✅  - done reading (also there seems to be a lot of JJK fics)

Creep @xjoonchildx - MYG | S, pwp, yandere ✅

Guilty @xjoonchildx - KNJ | A, S, mafia au, second part of Guarded AU (an awesome JHS series) 

Chapter One: How Odd  Chapter Two: Incheon Mall Tube Tops  Final Chapter: Is Something Burning?  Epilogue: Better Than Okay

Paddle with Me @yoongs-jeontae - JJK | A, S, enemies to lovers, camp counselor au, pwp   ✅

Hate Me @themfchase - JJK | S, collegel!au, enemies to lovers au, fuckboy!jk, pwp  ✅

Devil in a Blue Suit @yeojaa - JJK | F, S, idiots to lovers, established au, good boy!jungkook  

main story  ✅ + drabbles  ✅

Sweetest Crush @minjoonalist - JHS | F, S, brother’s best friend au 

Fake Love @aquaminwrites - JHS | F, S, A, fake dating au, enemies to lovers  ✅

Faded Love @jamaisjoons - PJM | A, S, marriage au, infidelity ✅

Brown-Eyed Baby @vinterjeon - JJK | A, S, F, exes to lovers, single dad!jk 

01 02  ✅

Why We Got Married @ktheist - KTH | F, S, arranged marriage au, slow burn ✅

Lonely Hearts Club @dovechim - JJK | S, F, enemies to lovers, wedding au  ✅

Come to Me @jeonsweetpea - JJK | S, A, F ,friends to lovers, college au  ✅

Satan on the Strip @noir0neko - JJK | S, A, demon!jungkook  ✅  🎃

No Face @seokoloqy - MYG | A, S, F, demon au, supernatural au  ✅  🎃

Take a Chance @crystaljins - JJK | A, Hanahaki au, co-workers, very angsty but Seokjin provides comic relief

01 02 03 04 05 06 07  ✅

The Lottery Offering @skswriting - JJK | A, F, S, werewolf au, sort-of arranged marriage au  ✅

A Beautiful Epiphany @onherwings - JJK | A, S, F, friends to lovers, unrequited love, artist!jungkook  ✅

Au Naturel (sequel) - drabble, established au  ✅

Broken Dreams @ddaenysus - JJK | A, soulmate au, unrequited  ✅

And Mended Hearts (sequel) - A, S, soulmate au, college au   ✅

Coin Toss @yoondoze - JJK | A, mafia au, detective au, exes au, plot twist 👀  ✅

I Knew It Was You @hoseokmylovesworld - JJK | S, F, werewolf au, college au  ✅ 🎃

Little Blue @pars-ley - JJK | F, S, friends to lovers, college au, with TW   ✅

Little Blue Pill @dreamescapeswriting  - JJK | S, pwp, friends to lovers ✅ 

Smitten @megahwn - JJK | F, S, arranged marriage au, strangers to lovers au   ✅

Hit Me with Your Best Shot @namfine - JJK | S, pwp, martial arts, friends to lovers  ✅

Slow and Steady @yoonia - JJK | S, A, artist!jungkook, infidelity, established au   ✅

Cockblocked @mercurygguk - JJK | A, S, F, friends to lovers, roommates au  ✅

 everything I ever wanted (drabble) - morning after  ✅

What are you Afraid Of? @cupofteaguk - JJK | F, avatar the last bender au 

Part 2 (prompt: if you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed) - avatar au, F, S

demon-etized @jungkxook - KNJ | S, youtube au, ghost hunter au  🎃

Spellbound @jeonseok - JJK |  F, slight S, demon au, crack, romcom  ✅ 🎃

Raising Demons (sequel) - fluffy, smut, established au, crack  ✅ 🎃

What’s in a Name? @minsimagines - JJK | A, F, demon au, soul selling scenario, romance  

01 02 03 ✅  🎃

The Big Yellow School Bus  [15k] fringesofsanity [AO3] - JJK | S, A, F, noona, fwb au  ✅

once bitten, twice shy [5.6k] obiwrites [AO3] - JJK | A, F, implied S, exes au, parents au   ✅

Lose Somebody [26k] @kooala - JJK | A, F, slight S, exes au, camping au  ✅

Oh What a World [100k] @taestybae - PJM | A, S, F, fake marriage au, fallen idol au (been wanting to read this since July (!), will finally get to reading this 🥰)

series masterlist [18 chapters + epilogue]

🥕[Drabbles]

okay I just realized they’re all JJK drabbles 😅

Incandesce @eunoiabliss - 544 words | JJK | fantasy au, fluff  ✅

Forgetful Confession  @suhdays - 991 words | JJK |  fluff, slight angst, college au, friends to ???  ✅

Club @taleasnewastime - 2k | JJK | fluff, bestfriends  ✅

JJK Reincarnation drabble @ktheist - 571 words | JJK | F, reincarnation (?) | love love this 🥰  ✅

Pup @whipped-for-kpop-fics​ - 1.5k | JJK | F, humour, werewolf au, established au | this is cute and funny 🤣  ✅

A Line Crossed @underthejoon - 723 words | JJK | A, bodyguard au ✅

Rousing Rendezvous @rookiegukie - 1.5k | JJK |  smut, frenemies with benefits, modern royalty au  ✅

#ggukkiereadinglist #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts smut #bts angst #bts drabbles #bts reading list #namjoon fanfic #yoongi fanfic #hoseok fanfic #jimin fanfic #taehyung fanfic #jungkook fanfic #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts smau #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #yoongi x reader #namjoon x reader #taehyung x reader #jimin x reader

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Hi there! 🙌 I'm here to ask you some writing questions! ❤️ Are you ready? Let's go! ✍️

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them. -> Soldier Boy, please 💚

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask

Oooh! Thanks for the ask, my lovely Ava! Let's see if I can manage to not ramble like a goof - I sincerely doubt it. 😁

(Psst - I definitely didn't manage it, so join me below the cut if you wanna read the answers; let's save dashboards! ❤️)

1 - Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

That's tough, cause it depends. If we're talking which of my fics is the wildest in terms of imagery and subject matter, then I'd go with In No Mood for Games. It's a demon!dean x reader fic and it's one of the dirtiest fics I've ever written (besides maybe I Warned You) and it kind of went far out of my comfort zone, which was the whole point to me writing it. I still have a fair amount of shyness deep down when it comes to writing smut, so I joined the AFK Bingo as a way to write away my shyness when it comes to writing smut. 😊

But in terms of wildest emotional ride, I think that has to be Green is My Favorite Color (and it's sequels) just because over a series, of course, there are so many emotions, and since this one is canon-adjacent, it definitely has LOTS of feels and fluff. 😊

Huh...nope can't not ramble. 🙄😏

2 - Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on a loop lately?

I actually don't listen to ANYTHING when I'm writing. I need silence. Lol! If there's noise in the background when I'm trying to write, I put white noise on in my headphones. I'm really weird like that. 🤷‍♀️Music definitely inspires me and gives me ideas about what I want to write. But when it comes to actually doing the work, I need to be able to completely fall into the story I'm writing and have no distractions of any kind.

As to what song I'm listening to on a loop, it's pretty much the whole Radio Company concert on a loop, with extra listens to Watching Over Me and Any Way That You Want Me. 😁

3 - Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them. -> Soldier Boy, please

I don't know if I could call it my favorite headcanon, cause it's pretty awful, but I believe it completely:

When he's in the cryotube, he is almost constantly plagued by nightmares, reliving the torture he endured yes, but also reliving all the times he killed someone innocent.

When SB is fighting he's reckless and power mad, kind of just out of it (I mean, specifically, before he was given to the Russians) but I don't think he ever means to actually hurt innocent bystanders. Consciously he's put on this laissez-faire, who cares , what can I do about it attitude (like his smarmy little "which one" when MM tells him, "you killed my family.")

But I think the guilt lingers in his subconscious. We see it just briefly when he's talking to Hughie and says, "I didn't mean to hurt those people." I think after all that time in the cryotube, his subconscious guilt is closer to the surface when it comes to that kind of thing. Of course now, he's exploding whole buildings, so that guilt has to be growing. And, I think, when he's in the cryotube that pain and guilt is where he lives most of the time. I think it's one of the main reasons he was so panicky about going back there, it's not just sleep - it's endless nightmares.

And some people may think he's earned it, but I just don't. I think there are VERY few who people who do deserve something like that. I think if you want people's attitudes and mindsets to change, they have to be taught, and allowed to grow. Which is something Ben has never been given the opportunity to do. His upbringing, society in his era, and then forty years of torture, kept him from being allowed to grow and let his social values change as a result.

Sorry, I'll get off my SB soapbox. 😁 *Makes a note to get back into the swing of my series Let Me See Inside.* Ugh, I hate when our muses just decide to abandon us when we need them! 😄

4 - What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

I really only write in the genre of romance (well, pretty much) but I'll tell you what SCENES I struggle the most to write, and that's action scenes. It can be SO hard to make everything clear to the reader. I see exactly what's happening, but sometimes conveying that sequence of events can be REALLY hard for me. 😄 I'm always terrified I'm leaving readers scratching their heads, completely confused where everyone is situated, and wondering wtf is going on. 😜

Well, I'm so sorry for my unabridged, rambling, meandering thoughts. But thank you so much for the ask, my lovely. It's always fun to think about and talk about writing and our favourite stories and characters. 😘

#writer asks #writer ask game #ask answered #let's talk about writing

[king-maven-calore]

Hello, I have a very random question...

What type of movie genre would the Main Red Queen characters be in, and what role would they play in their respective film? 🤔

P. S. I hope you're having a good day

P. S. S. I also read your answer that Cal is really into Mare's 🍋 and it really made my day. You're awesome 😁

lol thanks! I certainly enjoy improving people's lives by feeding them useless, spicy Marecal HCs. I hope you don't mind me interpreting your ask like this. They would all be the protagonists of their own films.

Mare is an indie, coming-of-age film from the 80/90s with a punk rock soundtrack, messy iconic outfits and locations, grainy texture, muted orange and lilac tones. The ending leaves you in a catatonic state of enlightenment for an entire week. 40% of approval on Rotten tomatoes. (critics can suck it 🤚) It's a cult classic for depressed angry teens.

Maven is straight-up Dead Poets Society aka Dark academia where someone ends up dead 😐 constant cold awareness of the inevitability of death, grand settings, Bach playing too loudly in the background, shined leather shoes, trenchcoats, even though the screen it smells like old books and dry leaves on mud. Every line is quotable, bad ending, supreme vibes 👌 92% on Rotten tomatoes.

Cal is a superhero movie with a rom-com subplot that completely overpowers the main plot. Bright, nitid colors, soundtrack comprised of billboard Hot100 songs that age well, female gaze-y shots abound, uplifting ending. they replace the female director with a man for the sequels. the sequels suck. 85% of approval by critics. Box office hit.

Evangeline is whatever Atomic Blonde was. Action-packed, violent, neon lighting, badass suits, aggressively gay. Every man in the film is either stupid or a villain, except for Tolly. Basically, action hero goes on murder spree to rescue her girlfriend. Female covers of ACDC songs playing on perfect beat with the punches. 99% critical acclaim on Rotten tomatoes. Redditors and mennists on twt whine about it and call for unsuccessful boycott campaigns.

Farley is a 20-century war movie. almost 3 hours long and you're at the edge of your seat, fearing the worse the whole time. Talks of politics, friendships formed on the battlefield, the moral price of sending the youth marching to their deaths. Deep green and brown colors. The heroes win and the sun rises on the horizon, but they are all covered in the blood of their fallen loved ones. 75% approval on Rotten tomatoes. They make you watch it for your history class.

#RQ characters #I had way too much fun with this #Mare barrow #Maven calore #Tiberias Calore #Evangeline Samos #Diana farley #I would watch the hell out these #red queen series #ask