#also is it obvious i hate mint

[lunas-side-anime-blog]

Modern College Student/BF Eren Yeager Headcanons

Armin version: HERE

Changed his major so. many. times.

Tried premed bc of his dad but then realized he had to take a lot of math and was like “lol no”

Was a business major for a bit but he didn’t have enough tact or strategy so dropped that pretty quick

Philosophy was next but he has such black and white way of thinking, he always got into arguments with the professors

Ethics was ruled out after like a week bc of…well, obvious reasons

Joined Armin’s major for like a month but it took so much studying and memory that he quit

Tried psych with Mikasa but yeah every teacher kept telling him to go to therapy??? And he was like “no thank you.”

Eventually i think he will land in something like sport communication or management, bc the competition really gets him fired up and he’s only good at something if he’s passionate about it

also feel like he’d be a college athlete with some scholarships so yeah, it makes sense

Not a great student tbh

Type of bitch to say “c’s get degrees.”

Really its only his public speaking skills that are keeping his grade afloat bc his presentations are sooo hype and get the class all inspired n shit

His essays and quizzes tho? Yeah, not so good

Bad at attending classes too, for sure will be like “srry my grandma died.”

And the teacher is just like “you’ve used that excuse already?twice??"

And hes just like “ugh fine you got me, I was tired and hungover”

Def tried to join a frat but Armin and Mikasa threatened to not be friends with him 

Still hangs with the frat boys a lot and is always partying with them

Pregames wayyy too hard tho, wasted before the party even starts

Unironically dances to lmfao and pitbull at college parties like “party rockers” is his fucking jam

Casual pothead, has a bong he def like nicknamed the “titan” cuz it’s so fucking huge

Will share his stash with you but like next time you got alc or bud just know he’s hitting that shit

High Eren is just really philosophical about freedom but with the munchies

Diet consists of instant ramen, mcdonalds and box mac n cheese, probably alot of redulls too

Thank god he’s athletic w a high metabolism 

Is fucking rocking the man bun and will fight you if you say otherwise

Games often with Jean, Conny and Sasha

Rage quits all the time and yes, Jean has recorded most of them for blackmail

Still uses snapchat streaks and will be so salty if one of his friends broke it

“You know nothing of loyalty. It’s one snap a day! How fucking hard was that?”  

Smells like irish spring body wash, old spice deodorant and weed

Also mint? I feel like he’s always chewing gum

One of those smokers who think he can just splash cold water on his face and chew on some gum and it wouldn’t be obvious that he’s high af

Carmex lip balm is the only slightly self care item he owns

Really into anime, loves the boss fights

I feel like he’d really like Naruto, Demon Slayer, Bnha or jojo’s bizarre adventure

You know anything with a lot of fights or training 

Ppl say he’d like Deathnote bc light but honestly I think he would get lost with all the twists and be like “why tf aren’t ppl just punching each other???”

Loves rap if he’s feeling good or screamo if he’s angry, like there's no in between lmao 

For sure listens to his music way too loud even with air pods

“Max volume isn’t enough, I wanna fuck the song” type of dude

I feel like him and Conny at one point prob tried to make a youtube channel where they like react to stuff 

Jean is the top commenter…..too bad it’s hate comments lol

Is one of those guys who has such a high body temp that even if it’s like december and snowing out, he’s still in basketball shorts and a short sleeve shirt 

Progressive bc Armin taught him how sex doesn’t equal gender, and pronouns are to be respected

Still a dick tho

“He’s such a fucking- wait hold up what are your pronouns?  They? K cool was just gonna talk shit about you but wanted to be respectful about it, thanks.”  goes back to his other conversation like, “They are such a fucking worthless cunt.”

As your bf

Probably met off tinder or something bc he is just a fuckboy looking to get his dick wet

But after fucking he just keeps hanging out with you? Or like if u get ur period or don't feel like sex he’s like, “it’s okay we can just watch a movie or something😀”

So ur not quite sure if you guys are fuckbuddies or not?

It becomes kinda obvious tho if he like ever sees you with another guy and gets all up in his face like “wtf are u doing with my girl/boy?”

U guys don’t have a clear anniversary bc he never asked u to be his, it was just kinda silently agreed upon?

Clingy lil bitch after sex like will follow u to the bathroom if u let him

Needs to shower with you, otherwise you both aint showering cuz he will turn off the water 

“Now we both stinky, bitch.”

Gives me the vibe of a guy who learned sex stuff thru porn

He goes really hard, fast and will put you in crazy positions

If u have a vagina you prob will have to like teach him about clit stimulation and literally take his hand and lead it there, he’s a fast learner though 

Will pull your hair but if you dare pull his?

He'll flip you over and spank you 

Wants sooo bad to be called daddy, up to you though if u wanna call him that but you can tell he tries to lead you to say it sometimes

Not really controlling or anything, actually loves an independent partner who has their own goals 

Is insanely jealous though, the only time he’s all up on you is if he thinks another guy is trying to get on you

If you fight tbh I think Eren can be a lil brat but I think he always has a time limit 

Like..he’s the type of guy that has about three days in him of being an asshole or being in silent treatment mode before he just breaks and knocks on your door begging for forgiveness

A little toxic but again, more so about others than actually controlling you

The type to start a fight in your insta comments if anyone other than him or your besties call you hot

Will try to be cool and say “wear whatever you want, I can fight”

And he will but like will he also cry later? Yes. 

Dates with him aren’t really dates? I think his love language is quality time so he’s the type to just try to hang out and make everything a lil “date”

Lots of late night car rides where you guys just talk and share songs (also car sex if ur up to it), lazy days where you two watch movies and cuddle in bed, also I think he’s the type of bf to try to tag along with you everywhere you go and offer to get you food afterwards

Only for like birthdays or anniversaires will he try to take you out for a fancy dinner, even then you might have to drop hints that you want a nice date bc honestly he’s totally okay getting mdconalds with you and pigging out

Overall he’s kinda a scary dog privellage as a boyfriend

Whose mainly all bark and no bite

(mostly)

Fav nicknames: Babe, babygir/babyboy, sexy, shortie 

Songs that fit the vibe: 505 by Arctic Monkeys, Cherry Waves by Deftones, Daddy Issues by the Neighbourhood

“I’d probably still adore you wth your hands around my neck”

“I’ll swim down with you, is that what you want?” 

“I tell you that I’m thinking about, whatever you’re thinking about”

#eren yeager #eren x reader #modern attack on titan #yandere attack on titan #yandere eren yeager #yandere anime #eren jaeger #yandere eren jaeger #aot headcanons #eren headcanons

[apollostears]

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 # ！︎

↠︎ warning(s) + request: angsty-ish, fluff, hurt/comfort, might be ooc aki, devil!reader. Just wanna say that u are really talented (idk what vocab should i use since english is not my first language) in writing i love ur fic so much <33 what i wanna add is the snow devil herself have pastel blue from hair root to pastel purple ends gradient hair color, mint green left eye and sky blue right eye, the snow devil would be so insecure about her looks. The snow devil also was the adoptive elder sister to Makima. Thats all ty if u did write this. Its ok if u dont tysm <33

↠︎ pairing: aki hayakawa x devil!reader

my sweetest love @missshinazugawa, i offer you the humblest of apologies for how long this took :( pls forgive me!! <3 thank you for the support bookie

as the snow devil angel, your looks always stand out

with pastel blue and purple hair and heterochromatic eyes, attention was inevitable and growing up you were picked on a lot for the difference

makima was your younger sister via adoption but she always defended you like she was the eldest

the devil hunting society was cruel and people’s comments on your appearance had gotten worse

everything took a turn when someone vandalized your desk, with words like ‘demon’, ‘freak’, ‘useless’, ‘ugly’, etc. 

and usually you could tough it out but the fact that smth like that was able to happen so casually to you in the workplace, you couldn’t help but become overwhelmed with emotions.

embarrassed, you left the building and went to the roof. 

aki, makima’s most competent leader, had found you

unbeknownst to you, aki was beginning to fall for you and found you stunning! 

he had surprised you by sitting next to you on the ledge of building, letting you cry into his shoulder

aki cursed the people who vandalized your things and vowed to find out who did it (he did)

you weren’t expecting this from someone who vehemently hates devils

his presence and conviction to defend your image were calming and allowed you to see him in a different light

from there, the two of you began a friendship  that is now a relationship!

with makima as your sister and aki as your boyfriend, you don’t get picked on at work anymore

but sometimes people in public get too obvious in their stares and disgust with a devil being around them

aki matches them with a stare of his own, one just as mean. he always has an arm around you but it tightens whenever you get uncomfortable

usually people get the hint but every once in awhile, you’re shielding your eyes from witnessing your lover beat the shit out of another person thats overstepped

he’s fiercely protective of you and loves you downnnnnnn 

aki would rather speed up his death than hurt you/allow someone else to hurt you

if you’re ever feeling bad afterwards or just in one of those moods where your insecurities are overwhelming, aki commences ‘self-care with aki day’

its where he takes care of you and pampers you, making sure you feel at least half as beautiful 

you guys are usually  sleeping in, reading, cuddling, watching tv/movies, eating your favorite foods, and doing some skin care when these things happen

he also posts affirmations all over the house and packs your bentos with them all the time 

calls you ‘pretty’, ‘gorgeous’, ‘beautiful’, ‘lovely’, and ‘angel’ pretty much every second he breathes

this man works overtime to protect your body from the negative thoughts of others and yourself

he loves staring into your eyes and saying “sorry, they’re so mesmerizing angel” whenever you scold him for looking too long

is 100% your biggest fan

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. @kennyackermanswhore @chaoticevilbakugo @indiecursor @gabzlovesu @desiray562 @brownmochii @knjkitten @sweeneyblue1 @namjoonswifeyy @nyxeclipse @rubinocore @somerandompipzsxh @dabilovesme @histarean @hannas16 @caribbeanwifey19 @emonaculate @po3ticb3auty @waka-umm @wilsonsbuck @ctrlstar @jealousfuckingcunt @savagemickey03 @dukina @saintblk @sisnot @littlemochi @hoohoohope @ruubric @tor-tor8 @beautyfairykei @lilvampirina

#mayawrites #anime #chainsaw man #aki fluff #aki headcanons #aki csm #aki x reader #aki hayakawa #aki x devil!reader #csm x reader #csm hcs #free palestine #free gaza

[hauntinglyhaunted]

Creepypasta Headcanons!

(Jeffery Woods, Eyeless Jack, Toby Rogers.)

Starting off with our crispy himself!

Jeffery Woods:

I actually believe he'd be moderately okay with self care (with the exception of showering, because he's gross 🧍)

Like, he def keeps different kinds of lotions to help hydrate his burn scars (I'm projecting ikik) and has a variety of different scents.

I actually think he doesn't have a strict preference for what kind of music he listens to, but tends to listen to heavy metal or older emo music.

Def listens to ICP. You can't change my mind.

I actually heavily headcanon him as someone that'll pick at his skin, specifically the skin on his fingers/hands. It's a bad habit that he has tried (and failed) to shake off.

Drinks monster/energy drinks like its WATER.

He's the type of guy to point at someone's concert shirt and ask them to name 3-5 songs

Eyeless Jack:

Out of any of the pastas, I believe he'd be the best when it comes to self care-- Considering the idea of him originally wanting to be a surgeon.

Carries hand sanitizer with him EVERYWHERE.

I believe he has a habit of over washing his hands and is constantly using hand sanitizer.

He has sensitive hearing from his heightened senses, so I believe he'd keep earplugs on him 24/7

Tried to prepare organs like someone would a sandwich, he regretted that.

The type of guy that doesn't pick up on humor. You quote something online around this guy and he'll just take it as you being dead serious.

Tried to eat human food so he could feel "normal" again, but it made him sick. Still tries it every now and then, but it can result in him just curled up on the floor. Think of how some people that are lactose intolerant will still eat dairy (you know who you are 🙄)

In some med schools, it's actually preferred to know a second language (that could also just be where I live, so 🚶) and I actually believe he knows bits of Spanish.

Parts of his life before the sacrifice is actually a major blur for him, it's like looking through a fog for him.

Hates the smell of mint.

I feel like he mainly uses echolocation. Or if he could "see" anything, it would probably be like seeing the temperature of something

Example:

Bro constantly cold. It could be the middle of July and he'd probably be LAYERED up. Long sleeves, hoodies, etc.

Toby Rodgers:

Chews. His fingers, the scar on his cheek, dead skin on his lips, he just chews.

Unironically wears socks and sandals

Due to high levels of stress, I like to think he'd have white steaks/patches in his hair. :]

Tried to give himself a piercing once, it didn't work out. It scarred.

Either Midwest emo or grunge, you can't change my mind!

Has listened to the front bottoms (father...) and the mountain goats.

Listens to Nirvana sometimes. 👏

Due to his trauma, he prefers to not drive or ride in the passenger seat. He either forces himself to sleep or zones out SOOOO hard.

Since he can't go get his hair cut professionally for obvious reasons, some of his hair is uneven since he doesn't know how to cut it properly.

Toby doesn't like sweetened coffee, he either drinks it black or eats instant coffee because "it works faster"

He regretted this.

Got my first ACTUAL post down! Hope you guys like it! Tried to keep it lighthearted since it's a starter. I take requests btw. :]

#creepypasta #jeffery woods #jeff the killer #jack nyras #eyeless jack #toby rogers #ticci toby #creepypasta headcanon

[ignify-caligo]

[COD HEADCANONS]

note: current time is 5:45 am and I have been stewing these like possessed in my doc. Its been a while since I wrote that efficiently and I’m quite surprised with myself. Hope you enjoy!

Besides the obvious reasons for Price to use “muppet” so frequently whenever someone (looking @ u Soap) creates a mess - there’s another reason that’s more obscure intel. Namely, a little old hag of a Yorkie named accordingly; Muppet. A scraggly-looking thing that screams “ankle biter and lady of destruction” for miles, this little missy was Price’s earliest friend, practically joined by the hip from birth. All the shenanigans he and Muppet went through are certainly not on the same level as those his current bunch of muppets (read: all of 141) get themselves to. 

Ghost has a quite high sense of smell, which in turn makes it quick for him to get overwhelmed. Especially with artificially created ones, such as chocolate on various products (ex. plushies, markers etc.). He despises artificial chocolate scent with a passion. 

Gromsko is the type to wear long Adidas socks with sandals, a total polish “Janusz”. 

Out of all the 141 members in the group chat, Ghost is the most likely to correct even the slightest grammar mistake. There’s a daily occurrence of “ *you’re” whenever someone simply writes “youre” in a hurry. 

Another thing about Ghost in the group chat is his unlimited hatred for system emojis that auto-fill themselves, he tries to type in “:)” for some dramatic flare to his threat against Soap and he ends up one sec from going ballistic at his phone because it won’t corporate with him.

Nikolai unironically listens to soviet-era military music while working on his chopper or anything else. Gives that 100+ energy boost he needs to work. 

The 141 HQ kitchen has a Bluetooth radio (sweetly nicknamed “Bluey” by Roach) that anyone can connect to whenever they sit in the kitchen doing something. The usual user tho is Soap, even though he isn’t cooking/baking himself in the kitchen. He simply became the Radio Gremlin that the others (especially Price because he has a personal beef with that “electrical device from hell” as he so nicely calls it) accept. Soap surprisingly keeps it PG whenever he steals the radio but his street-racing mind sometimes forgets to disconnect. 

Que situations like this whenever Soap wants to listen to music before bedtime; 

Soap turns on the music: 

What comes from the kitchen, full blast: 4 BIG GUYS AND THEY GRAB ON MY - 

Price from the other side of HQ: BLOODY FUCKING DEMONS! 

When it comes to listening to music before going to sleep, the only person not to do so is Price himself. All the others (read: Ghost, Soap, Gaz and Roach) are religious practitioners of this little ritual, tho their taste in music varies somewhat. Ghost is a fan of rock/metal while both Soap and Gaz lean towards the pop genre - lastly, Roach loves violin covers of popular songs. The lyrics otherwise distract him from falling asleep and the sound of the violin soothes his racing thoughts. 

Between Alejandro and Rudy, the 141 feels safer with Rudy as the designated driver. Alejandro is the type to go way past the speed limit, windows open wide with Gasolina by Daddy Yankee blasting on full volume 

Gaz hates Alejandro as the driver because his motion sickness from youth comes back with an enormous thirst for vengeance 

König grew rapidly quickly for his age, which resulted in stretch marks across his back and legs. They add to his social anxiety and make him self-conscious whenever he’s forced to strip. 

Soap would sell his entire squad for a cookies & cream tub of ice cream. Whatever brand it may be, he loves cookies & cream. Roach is a firm believer in any Ben & Jerry’s ice cream - he worships cinnamon bun flavor like a god. He also adores the freshness of mint chocolate chips tho he prefers them in a cafe when store-bought. Ghost isn’t quite enamored by ice cream tho, the reason is that he gets freeze-brain easily - he will steal small bites from the nearest person to him nonetheless. 

Graves is allergic to cats - which seems to be quite the mutual feeling from them against him. 

Nikolai may not seem like it but his an excellent chef when it comes to “homely” cuisine. His specialty is a family secret recipe for blinis that the 141 sometimes will have the opportunity to sample whenever he comes by. Roach together with Soap tried to recreate the masterpiece but managed to set the fire alarm off because they forgot they were heating up the pan.

#call of duty headcanons #cod headcanons #captain price #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #sobiesław gromsko kościuszko #nikolai #gary roach sanderson #kyle gaz garrick #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #könig #phillip graves #john price #john mactavish #simon riley #sobiesław kościuszko #gary sanderson #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #caligo's headcanons #my first official hc post besides the potato peeler & small rambles in incorrect quotes lmao #tried a new style of set up as well would love to hear ur thoughts on that and hc’s! #first serious writing too on cod so please dont eat me alive thamks #would also love to get some cod mutuals if it isnt a problem 👉👈

[hazel-eye-coffee-shop-girl-blog]

Just Breathe- Series

Good evening everyone! here is the second chapter in the Just Breathe Series. This series was inspired/prompted by the ask that was submitted by @deans-spinster-witch to read the first chapter click here for the original post. @deans-spinster-witch was gracious enough to lend her skills in ruffing out a few of the mishaps in chapter one, and I will post that updated version at some point and link it, and did the same for this second chapter. 

Here is the original ask for a refresher.

Ask from @deans-spinster-witch:

Tell me about Dean falling in love with a girl who has long covid - maybe they met when he saved her from a monster and they became friends, she occasionally helps him with research or patches him up if he gets hurt.  He doesn’t hear from her for a while, and when he goes to check on her, he finds out she’s in the hospital with Covid - a monster he can’t save her from.  He realizes he loves her, but may lose her.  After she gets out he keeps coming to check on her because he knows she tires easily/has trouble breathing at times.

This second chapter is going to start with a bit of time jump, but don’t worry we got flashback a plenty to fill in the gaps. Multi POV between the main character, Y/N, and Dean Winchester, mentions of Sam Winchester. This is angst, sweet/fluffy, swearing, implied sexy times. Oh and word count is at 7,250-ish, sorry but not sorry. 

Sadly the Winchesters are not mine, but the story is so please don’t steal and post as your own. But likes, reblog, and comments are always welcome. As always any mistakes like grammar, spelling, function is also all mine, so be kind when pointing it out, I do my best. 

I would like to know if you like this chapter would you want to see a third chapter? or maybe a prequel to answer any questions you might have regarding Y/N and Dean? Let me know. 

Thank you again for reading, and you would like to send me a prompted or story idea, send it my way. 

Happy Reading

Time Jump to 4 months ahead. 

Y/N POV

Shit, Shit, Shit! Where the hell are my keys! You yell out in frustration as you move frantically around your house, looking for the one thing that you need to get to your appointment on time. Tossing the pillows from the couch, goddamn it! You were never like this, ever since COVID, your short term memory has been foggy to put it nicely. Resorting to keeping both a paper list and digital one on your phone, is your new normal. Walking into a room to do something, and instantly forgetting what you came for. Case in point, not remembering where you put your goddamn keys! 

You hate running late, you pride yourself on always being early to things, and this appointment was an important one. Walking into the kitchen, you start to look in the not so obvious places. Opening up the fridge, nope not in there. Pull open the freezer next, yep there they are, right next to the pint of mint chip ice cream that you just had to have yesterday at like 11 pm. Only to then be disappointed that you now can’t stand the taste of your once favorite ice cream, fuck you COVID! 

Ugh, seriously, you are going to be the death of me, you think. Grabbing your keys, you push the freezer door closed, and head off to the hospital for your fourth month CT scan. Locking the door behind you, the crisp air of fall hits you. God how you don’t want winter to come any sooner then it has too. Winters in Michigan can be brutal, especially on the coast line. Pulling your light jacket close to you, you quicken your pace and get into your jeep to start up the car quickly, and pull out of the driveway. Not noticing the very familiar black impala parked about three houses down. 

****

You make it with time to spare, as you wait in the waiting room after checking in, you try your best to calm yourself. Fiddling with your phone, you find that scrolling through Instagram is getting you nowhere and your emails have been radio silent for months now. Exhausted, you put your phone away, you look around the room. For mid morning it's not too busy, the daytime talkshow mixes in with the white noise of the hospital. It's so beige, beige carpet, walls, even the uncomfortable furniture is beige. It makes sense, given it's a hospital; money should be spent on actual patient care, not on the latest interior furnishings., But still, at least get some interesting artwork. Looking to the piece across from you: an abstract painting of paint strokes in grays, blues, and you guessed  it, beige.

“Ms. Moore?” The nurse's voice pulls you from your thoughts, and you look up to see her standing at the entryway in blue scrubs, dark brown hair pulled back, with a kind smile. 

“Yep” you reply to her, but you're sure she would have guessed that was you, as your head snapped at attention when your name was called. “Hi”, giving her a smile as you walk towards her.

“Hi,” she replies, “can you tell me your last name and date of birth?” She starts walking down the hallway, looking at your chart, the path was second nature for her. You rattle off your last name and birthday for her, then she stops just off from an open doorway, “right in here.” Letting you walk in first.

She takes a seat at a desk, swiping her badge to start keying in some information. “So, here for your four month CT scan.” she states, but it also feels like a question.

“Umm, yeah, it's my second one.” You reply, still getting used to coming to the doctor more than twice a year. You only ever went if you were feeling really sick. 

“Looks like the first one was clean, but we like to do a few in close succession when someone has had a severe case of covid.” she explains, her eyes are kind, and reassuring, “I am sure this one will be just as good, and then hopefully the doctor will schedule them farther apart.”

She must see the worry on your face. Not sure how to respond, you just nod your head. She takes your vitals, asks if anything else has changed since your last visit, and if there were any other concerns you wanted to discuss today. “No, I don’t think so.” 

Typing a few more things in the computer, and then swapping her badge again to lock the computer. “I am surprised your brother is not here with you today.” 

“What?” You're taken aback by this, brother, does she mean Dean? How would she know about him? Was it in your chart? You don’t remember adding him as your emergency contact.

She can tell you are put off by this. “Sorry, I should have re-introduced myself. I was your nurse when you were in here with covid.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry, I should have…”

“No, it's fine. Honestly, I wouldn’t expect you to remember me.”

Thinking back to that time, she does seem familiar now, “well it's nice to see you again…” struggling to remember her name quickly, but not inconspicuously looking at her badge, “Bridget.” This gets a laugh out of her, and you do the same. “I was happy to see your name on the schedule today, and I thought you were the one with the very cute, and very attentive brother. That's why I am surprised he is not here.”

Ah yes, Dean, not being here. That is a long, long story that you're sure she does not want, nor has the time to hear right now. You give her a forceful smile, “Yeah, Dean, he has something today, so just me.”

Her smart watch goes off, and she looks at the time, “well we should get you down to CT. After your scan, we will come back here and the doctor will be with you to go over the results.” She gets up, and you follow. 

****

The wait feels like forever, and in the small exam room with nothing to look at but an exam table -and beige walls - you were lost in your head. Worrying about what if they found something, what if you developed lesions, or anything that could compromise your health. God, how you wish Dean was here, or even Sam. Someone to hold your hand and distract you from the impending doom and dark thoughts that were creeping in. Dean would distract you with lame jokes, or stories about how Sammy was terrified of doctors. He would get you to smile anyway he could, probably go so far and raid the supplies of tongue depressors and cotton balls, saying something like “they don’t need all of them, do they?”

“Ms. Moore, how are we today?” The doctor's voice breaks up your fleeting thoughts of Dean, as if he was right there, but as soon as the man in the white coat opens the door and steps through, Dean disappears. 

“Umm, good, at least I hope so.” You reply, wanting to keep the pleasantries short, let get to the point so you can get out of here. 

He takes a look over the file, and then pulls up the scans on the computer. He seems to be taking forever, did he not look at them beforehand! Come on man just tell me already! “Everything looks good, I am not seeing any growth of lesions or scar tissue from the tube.”

Relife floods your body, letting out a sight, “oh that great news, so I am done with coming in?” you hope so, wanting to never see this place again, at least for a while. 

He turns to face you, his dark brown eyes are kind, but you can tell right away he is not going to give you the answer you want. “Not yet, but we can push them to every six months.”

Okay, twice a year, I guess that is a compromise you can take, “okay, so I will see you in the spring.” Starting to get up to leave, but he stops you.

“In two months, we can start doing six month visits. I want to see you again one more time in two months. If that scan is clean then we push them to six month visits.” He explains. 

You sit back down in defeat, you're going to be back here in two months, really! You know you can’t take your frustration out on him, he is just looking out for your health and doesn’t want to miss anything. “Okay.” Slightly defeated, wanting nothing more than to curl up on the couch, and sleep for the next two months away. 

Giving your hands a reassuring pat, “two months will fly by I promise. Is there anything else you want to discuss today? Still having some memory issues?”

You know that you should be honest with him, that you think you have gotten worse since Dean left, but honestly are you sure? He did so much for you in that short time, maybe, you were like this before, and he just didn’t point it out. Plus you just wanted to go home, what really could he do anyways? “Nothing new on that. I think I just need to get back to my normal routine and I will be fine.” 

Getting up from his chair, “Sounds good. I will send Bridget back in, she will get you set up for your next appointment. We will see you in two months. Have a good day.” shutting the door behind him. You're back alone in that quiet room.

Alone, you're alone, once again. You can feel the panic start to creep in. Alone, and even though the scan was good, he still wants you to come back. Alone, no one to hold your hand, no one to make stupid jokes. You did this to yourself, you know that, he would have stayed, you pushed him…

“Alright, Doctor says two months humm.” Bridget's voice breaks through. It's light and airy. Trying to make the situation as pleasant as possible. As soon as she sits down, she can tell you're not alright, “Hey, what's wrong?” She asks, setting down the chart, and focusing on you.

Feeling a tear run down your cheek, fuck why are you crying.  “Umm…it's nothing….yeah two months…” You take a ragged breath, pushing all your emotions down, down, down, to the deepest part of your soul where they should always live. You can cry when you get home. Suck it up for two more minutes!

“Hey, talk to me, what’s going on.” She is not letting you wash this away, she grabs the tissue box, and holds it out for you to pull a couple out of the box. “Your scan was clean, the doctor is just being cautious that's all.” 

“I know it's just…I really wish he was here….”

“Dean,” she replies, filling in the blanks. You nod at this, and wipe your eyes and face. “I am sure if you talk to him, he will come to the next appointment.”

Oh if she only knew, but you couldn’t lay this all out on a complete stranger. Again she just wants to do her job, and move on to the next patient, you're taking up too much of her time. “I am sure you're right.” Taking a few ragged breaths. 

She gives you a reassuring smile, and turns to the computer to book your appointment, reminding you that you can always change it to accommodate if Dean can’t make it this time. “I could tell he really cares for you. Even in the short time I saw him, he wouldn’t leave your side for anything. Practically had to kick him out every night when visiting hours were over.” Trying to make the situation light, and hopefully get a smile back on your face. 

Giving her a short laugh, “yeah that sounds like Dean.” You can see it, him waiting until the last possible second. A security guard to escort him out.

Both of you get up, and she walks you to the door, and down the hall towards the exit. Seeing you coming back around, she decides to let you in on a little secret. Stopping you before opening up the door to the waiting room she leans in slightly. “Just between you and me, I knew he wasn’t your brother.”

“What….I mean…no he is….” You stammer out, hoping that she wasn’t going to bust you for…something, you're not sure? But still not wanting to get into trouble.

“Don’t worry dear, it's fine.” She quickly replies, trying to calm your fears. 

You let out a sigh of relief, “How did you know?”

“Two things. One he just pulled on my heartstrings so much that I figured what would be the harm in him sticking around, even if he wasn’t related. Plus, if I was ever lucky enough to have a guy look at me the way he did to you, I would want him to be by my side every second.”

Her smile is contagious, and although you're still doubting that what you feel for Dean would ever be reciprocated, now is not the time to hash it out with her. “What was the second?”

“I may have heard him one night on the phone with someone, saying he couldn’t lose you, that he needed to tell you that he was in love with you.'' She says matter of factly, pushing the door open and waiting for you to walk through. 

*******

Dean POV

He watches as she pulls into the driveway and shuts off the car. He had followed her from a safe distance from the hospital to the store, and then back to her house. She didn’t notice once, even though he had taught her in the past how to spot a tail. Did she get bad news? Maybe it's the COVID that is affecting her hunter instincts? Fuck, if thats the case, what else could she be missing? Is it stupid and desperate of him to be following her, and watching from a distance? Maybe, but also not, if she is not noticing simple things like him following her. What if  Lucifer, or one of his henchmen, came after her? Anxiety just thinking of irrational attacks on you causes his chest to tighten as he pulls back into the parking spot a few houses down.

He should be a man and go up to you, talk to you, and see you face to face. He missed you, your smile, your laugh - fuck, everything about you. He knows he screwed up. As soon as he did what he did, he wished he could have taken it back, but the damage was done. He kept saying it was for the best, that you would forgive him, and move on. But you can’t forgive him unless he stops being a little stalker and owns up to what he did.

Flashback to the night of the big blowup. Dean POV

Standing there, staring down the closed door, you wish right now you had superpowers to see through the door and see if she’s alright. Hell, you don’t need to be a superhero to know she’s not. You're just wondering what brought this on. “Y/N, come on, talk to me” you plead, softly knocking on the door. “I am sorry…I don’t mean to…” your rambling stops when you hear soft sobs from the otherside of the door. 

“Just go away Dean!” She yells between sobs. “I can’t breathe with you here… I can’t…”

You grab the door knob, fear and pressure weighing down on you to get to her, to hold her.  Most importantly, to make her understand that your overbearing protectiveness is coming from a place of needing to be in control, that you care for her, and need to protect her “Y/N, please just open the door, let's talk? I promise I will ease up, I can do better.”

You can hear her give a small laugh at that, you're about to question her on this when your phone goes off. Screw it, let it go to voicemail, she is more important than anything else. “I am not giving up on you, on us. You have to come out eventually.” 

Your phone stops ringing for a second and then starts back up again. What the Hell? “You should answer that, Dean.” She states without hesitation, but  with an undertone of sadness. 

Letting out a sigh, you turn around. “Fine if you want to talk via phone, fine.” Walking away from her door into the living room, you pick up your phone from the coffee table. To your surprise it's not her name across the screen, but Sam’s. “What?” you bark out in frustration, not really wanting to talk with him right now. 

“Dean, back off.” Sam says matter of factly. No pleasantries, just straight to the point. 

“She called you? Why?” Confused as to why she is including Sam on this.

“She just needs some space, Dean, I think it's time you come back. Jody called and…” Sam calmly says, trying his best to diffuse the situation from the other side of the country. 

“No, Sam, I am not leaving her! I can’t lose her again, I won’t… I love her, man…”

Your back is to the hallway, so you don’t notice Y/N standing there, listening, hearing  what you should be confessing to her and not your brother. You don’t see her wondering why can’t you just say what you feel? Why can’t you just let down your guard with her and tell her?

*****

The slamming of a trunk pulls Dean back to the present, and he looks up to see you carrying an arm load of groceries. Of course you would do it in one trip. He shakes his head, remembering that you never like to take more than one trip from the car to the house. Your logic always being, as you told him, I am a single girl, I can do it in one go. He watched as you held the screen door open with your butt, as you switched all the bags to one arm so you could open the door with the other. Looking away once you're inside, Dean notices it’s about 20 minutes since you pulled in the driveway. Had you been sitting there this whole time? You have only gone to the hospital and store, but still your energy must not be back to what it used to be. 

Maybe he should check, make sure you're doing okay. Look in the window really quick. Getting out of the car and walking the short distance, he looks over to your car to see that you still had some toilet paper and paper towels in the back seat. Knowing that you would be back, he decides to help you out. Opening up the door as quietly as possible he grabs the items, and takes them up to the door. Putting them in between the screen door and main door, he turns around to leave.

His eyes look in the kitchen window, to see you putting away your items. Your back is to him, so you don’t notice. You seem lost in your own world, on auto pilot putting things away. Dean takes a moment to appreciate that he can see you up close. His eyes scan the room, noticing the post-it notes all over. He never remembers you having so many of them before. He can’t read what they say, but they are everywhere; on the cabinets, counter tops, table, Was your memory getting worse? 

Panic, and anger - at himself more than anything -  sets in.

*******

Y/N POV

“I love her Sam, I am in love with her…I can’t…no I won’t lose her, I need to tell her how I feel…”

“You don’t love me, Winchester” your voice stops Dean from rambling on the lies that you know, in the end, he doesn’t mean.

Dean turns to see you standing there, your eyes red from crying. But you're not crying now; no, now you  look  pissed, like you want to kick some ass - and Dean’s is the closest one. “Got to go Sam.” Dean quickly says, ending the call. “What do you mean I don’t love you. Of course I do, I….”

You hold up a hand, and stop Dean from saying anything more. “No, you don’t. People like me, we don’t have sexy knights to save us. To fall in love with us, to whisk us away, and want to play house with.” Determine to get this all out, to get your point across and make him accept reality. 

“We are your best friend, the girl you call on Friday nights when your date falls through, or you strike out with the bartender. We are your ‘wing woman’, we pick you up, dust you off, and send you back out into the world. We build your confidence up, while we sit on the sidelines alone.”

“Y/N that's not true…” Dean starts to protest.

“Let me finish, I have to get this out.” taking a breath, you can see he’s hurt, that he wants to argue, to explain his side. “Yes, you care for me, but you don’t love me, and you're not In love with me. You're in love with this idea of a life outside of hunting, you love the idea of playing house.” Closing the gap between you, even though you know better than to get  this close to him. You're playing with fire, but you're desperate to feel him. 

“You're right, I am in love with the idea of an apple pie life. But I want that life with you, no one else.” Dean interjects before you can shut him down, shut down what is going on between you two before it can even start. 

Taking a chance, he grabs your hand and brings it up to his chest and places it over his heart. “Can’t you feel my heart? It’s racing for you. It always has, it always will.”

 Feeling the softness of the white t-shirt between your fingers, you take a breath and inhale the smell of him. “Sooner or later we both know this won’t be enough, that I won’t be enough.” You talk to his chest, not wanting or able to look him in the eye, your voice low and shaky. “You're going to leave me, sideline me, and only blow through town when you need something.”

“That's not true! You have always wanted your own life. I always wanted to protect you as much as I could. The things that Sam and I deal with, the people and monsters we hunt, if anything ever happens…you are a vulnerability that they will exploit. I know it.” 

“Maybe. Even more reason why you have to go…and never come back…” Glancing up to see the gut punch you just delivered written on his face. You try to take a step back.

Dean won’t let you go, bringing a hand around your waist, holding you. “What?! No! I won’t cut you out of my life. I now know I was stupid for ever doing that. For letting you live alone, or at the very least, not in the same state as the bunker.” He practically commands, with no hesitation. How could you think he would ever agree to this?   

“Y/N, I need you in my life. You can’t deny that there is something between us.” His words are sweet, his voice is low as he leans into you. His breath fans over your face, as his hands caress your cheek. “Please, I need you.” 

His lips are so close to yours, that if you lean ever so slightly, you would finally know how soft his lips are. Would they fulfill your fantasies? God, maybe you should live in this fantasy for as long as you can, screw being logical. Let it be a future Y/N problem, present Y/N wants to know what it's like to be wanted by Dean Winchester. “I…Dean…”

*******

 Y/N and Dean POV 

“Dean, what are you doing here?” Your voice pulls him from the memory of that night, and he looks to see you standing at the door, one hand holding open the screen door. 

Oh fuck, well, this wasn’t the plan at all. Giving her a smile, “Hey Y/N, I was in the neighborhood…thought I would…”

“So you're stalking me now?”

“Hehe, no, I said I was in the neighborhood, wanted to see how you are…you look good.” He says, letting his eyes look at you. You did look good, but tired, your eyes didn’t shine like they normally did before; the spark, the hint of twinkle is gone.

“Liar, I look like shit, but thanks.” You quip, knowing that you don’t look good at all. Wearing a ratty hoodie and jeans, you opted for comfort over trying to impress anyone. “Well, thanks for stopping by.” You say, giving him a fake smile and turning to walk back in the house. 

“Umm…Y/N, I could, I mean Sam could use your help with something, he knew I was going to be passing through and wanted me to stop by and ask for some help.” Quickly thinking on his feet, he creates an excuse. He didn’t want to leave yet, this is the most he has talked to you since that night. He would be damned if he was going to let you leave so soon. 

You turn back to look at Dean, trying to gauge if he was telling the truth or not. Sam had your number, and you were still speaking to the younger Winchester - he didn’t break your heart and live up to everything you knew would happen. “Why didn’t he call me?” You question, wanting to make Dean work for it. He wasn’t getting in that easy!

He takes a few steps towards you, “well, like I said, he knew I was in the area.” One step lower from you, his green eyes lock with yours, silently pleading with you to let him in. “He wanted me to pick up a lore book on Pixies, and said you had a copy that we don't have in the library.”

“Fine, come in. I will go grab it.” You reply, turning away from him, letting him catch the door before it slams in his face. 

Dean shucks off his jacket and boots, and looks around while you go back to find the book. He can now see the post-its in detail, reminding you where your keys, jacket, bag should be put. Making his way to the kitchen, cabinets are labeled with what should be in them: dry food, dishes, silverware. Daily schedule on the fridge. “Having fun snooping?” Your sarcastic tone has him turning on his heels to see you standing in the doorway with a book in hand. 

“Umm…sorry…” he says sheepishly, hating  that he got caught. He can see you're not amused, and he is really going to have to lay on the charm to win you back. 

“Yeah, well at least I am keeping the post-it company in business. Here is the book.” You say handing it to him.

Dean takes it, and looks at it, giving it a nod, “Thanks, yep this is it.” 

“Okay, well, you better get going, since Sam is in ‘desperate’ need of it and all.” Your voice is flat, not in the mood to deal with him. “You know where the door is.” You add, just turning that knife even deeper. 

“Look, Y/N can we talk?” Dean can tell you're not your usual self, and he really wants to get you back.

“Oh now you want to talk? You sure as hell didn’t want to talk for four months. Didn’t want to talk when you woke up the next morning regretting that kiss, regretting what we said to each other, the promises you made.” You snap at him, the frustration building in you. Why does it always have to be on his time? God you were just getting over him, right?

“I know. I was a jerk, it was a dick move, and I am sorry.”

“You're sorry, really?That's all you have to say?” Turning away from him, just looking at him and his sad puppy dog face, you want to smack him. Fuck, you want to hit yourself for being an idiot that night. 

******

“Dean…please…I…” You have to keep strong, tell him to go, you know this won’t end well.

“Please Y/N, You're the only good thing I have in this world, I can’t lose you.” Not waiting for a reply, his lips find yours. 

They're soft, perfect, molded to fit yours, and gentle, Dean doesn’t force his way. Pulling away, when your lungs start to burn,you lock eyes with him. Lust blown, his lips slightly pink. No words are exchanged, you silently say everything you need to him at that moment, and he seems to understand. Bringing his hands to cup your face, he goes back in to kiss you more, letting his tongue swipe across your lips. You allow his tongue to dance with yours. 

Fumbling your way to the couch, Dean falls back first, and you do your best not to land on top of him completely, giggling at the state you're both in. Dean looks up at you, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear, and looking up at you lovingly, “God, I love that laugh of yours.” He says, pulling you down on him. Letting you feel what you're doing to him. 

“Dean, I have to be crushing you.” You protest, trying your best but failing at getting out of the vice grip Dean has on your hips. 

“Nope, You're staying right here.” He says, as he starts to pepper kisses down your neck. 

******

“Dean, I begged you to leave! I knew you never wanted me! And yet like an idiot, I fell for your charm and under your spell.” You grit out, turning on your heels and walking away from him. Fuck, you can’t keep doing this! 

“I did ... .I do ...Y/N look at me” Dean pleads, setting the book down he follows you to the living room, grabbing your hand. “Please, let me explain.”

Turning around, you pull your hand back. His touch, like fire, like touching a hot pan. “You know, I thought for a split second you were telling me the truth. That you wanted me like I have always wanted you.” Pain radiates through you, your voice seems to be stuck behind a lump forming in your throat. God, you want to smack him, but at the same time, kiss him.

Dean’s speechless, trying to work out how best to tell you what he was thinking in that split second when he woke up in your arms that day. For one second he felt total bliss, that everything was falling into place; then reality of his life came back into focus.

“I know, it wasn’t my finest hour.”

You laugh at this, you think!? “What is there to explain? We kissed, had a pretty good makeout, groped each other over and under our clothes, but then we both agreed to take it slow. Right?” You ask for confirmation, even though you remember it all too well.

“Yes, but, Y/N, if you just let me…” Dean stumbles to explain.

“But then, I wake up the next morning alone on the couch with a note that says, ‘Hey, Y/N, Sorry, Sammy needs me, will check in soon.’”

The space between you two is nonexistent. You're trying to find anything in those green eyes of his that will refute anything you just said. Anything to explain that you're overreacting, but there is nothing. He has no rebuttal, because it's all true. He walked out on you, like his father did to him and Sam all the time. The worst part was, Dean had Sam to lean on; you were left with no one.

“Like I said, not my finest hour…” he mumbles out.

“Not your goddamn finest hour?ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!” you yell, slamming your fists into his chest and pushing him away.  It does nothing to move him, and takes all your energy out of you. You stumble a bit, then lean back and sit on the arm of the couch.

“Hey, Y/N, please, calm down.'' His voice is heavy with concern, and he tries to help you up so you can sit on the couch.

“Don’t…touch…me…” You cough out. Needing water, you look to find your water bottle is nowhere. “Fuck….I…” You keep coughing, and try to get up.

“Water?” Dean questions. You nod, and try to get back up. “No, sit, I will go get it.” He tells you and quickly goes to the kitchen, and is back with a glass of water in seconds.

You down about half, the cool water helps calm you and your coughing fits. “Thanks” you mumble, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that he ‘saved you again.’ You don’t look at him as you sit down the glass and avoid him at all costs.

Dean takes this as his opportunity to tell you his side. Sitting on the coffee table so he has direct eye contact with you, he reaches for your hand. “Please, Y/N, I am truly sorry. I know I was a jerk for leaving you like that, and for never calling or coming back.”

You stare him down, not  giving him an out on this one. “Go on. You will hear no objection from me on this one.” You reply.

Dean lets out a small sigh that clearly said fuck, alright here we go. “I was fucking scared, okay? I woke up, saw you in my arms, and for a split second I felt like I was home. My first thought was, this is perfection. No monster, no running the roads, crappy dinner food, and sketchy motels.” 

He leans towards you, putting a hand on your knee, and lightly runs his hands up and gives you a knowing smile. “The perfect, sexy, beautiful, girl in my arms, that I can’t wait to wake up and…”

You stop his hand from getting too close to what both you and him want to touch. “Not so fast  Winchester.” Knowing if he keeps going, you are definitely going to end up in a very compromising position. “No, I bet your first thought was, oh fuck what the hell did I do, and how the hell do I get out of it.”

“No, will you let me talk?. God, I see COVID can take your memory, but not your self-hatred or inability to butt in.” 

You hold your hands up in a fake defense, “Please go on.” You quip back, leaning back into the couch. 

Dean shakes his head, at least you’re sassing back, that is a good sign. “I got up, was going to start coffee for us, and while I was in the kitchen, Sam did call…

*******

“Hey Sammy,”

“How’s everything Dean, you kinda left me hanging? Did you and Y/N talk?” Sam asks, feeling like a schoolgirl catching up on the latest gossip between you too.

Dean takes a quick peek into the living room to make sure you're still asleep. “Yeah, everything is good. We talked and I think we are going to take things slow.” Dean explains, as he starts to make the coffee, he recounts most of the conversation between you two. Not all the details though, he wants to keep the really good stuff just for him. 

Sam lets out a sigh, “That's good, I am happy for you both. But now I hate to ask.”

“What is it?”

“Look, I know you still want to take some time, until Y/N is fully healed, but Jody could really use your help. There is something in South Dakota that is running amuck, and she’s worried that Claire is going to try and tackle it herself.”

Oh Claire, how she reminds Dean of himself sometimes, headstrong and just ready to fight anything that wasn’t human. She is a good hunter, but she is young. “Umm…yeah…I am sure I can make something work….”

“Thanks Dean, I am sure it will only be a day or two, and then you can get back to Y/N. I will call Jody and tell her to expect you.” Sam says.

Saying their goodbyes, Dean hangs up the phone, and has to hold back from throwing it across the room in anger. Fuck! Not two seconds, and he’s already been pulled back into the madness. How is he going to explain this to her? She won’t believe him, she will be heartbroken again, think it's her fault, and say that she told him. 

Seeing no other solution - or maybe it was that he didn’t want to wake you and see that pain in your eyes - he takes the cowardly way out. 

*****

“So you went to help Jody, a friend of mine. And didn’t think I would understand?” You question him, after he explains the conversation between him and Sam. 

“Yes…I guess I figure you would just see it as an excuse I came up with to leave you. Which it wasn’t, by the way.”

“But you said you would call, check in. But you didn’t! You couldn’t have been helping Jody this whole time? And even if you were, could you still have called!”

“I wanted to, but as I was driving away, I kept thinking about what you said, that you felt like an afterthought, that I blow through town whenever I need you. Take what I need and leave you with nothing.”

“So you figure, prove me right by ghosting me? Well, thanks Winchester, real fun.” You spit sarcastically, giving his knee a not-so-playful slap and getting up from the couch. “The door is still where you left it, you can see yourself out.” Fucking asshole. I need to get those locks changed tomorrow. You think, making your way to the kitchen to get some more water, to do anything but sit there and keep listening to him.

“Y/N, please. I am sorry, you're not an afterthought. The more that I kept driving, and the longer I pushed off calling you, it made it harder to call you. Because I knew as soon as I did I would lose you.”

“Funny, because the second you left, you lost me Dean. God, I woke up that morning and was devastated. Do you know how much I hate feeling like that?” Not needing him to answer, you lean up against the counter crossing your arms around yourself. Feeling the tears start to fall, you might as well go all the way. 

“You know, I never wanted to be that girl, who cried over a guy, who refused to do anything but sleep on that goddamn couch for two months because it was the last place I felt safe, and whole, and seen. I could still smell you on the pillows and blanket.” 

Taking a breath, you run your hands over your face. Taking another ragged breath, you work up the courage to tell him what you know he should know, but that you're scared to say out loud. “But the thing I hate the most, the one thing that makes me want to scream…is that I still love you.” You laugh at this. Its fucking absurd. Trying your best  to stifle your laughter, but it keeps bubbling out of you in frustration and disbelief 

Dean’s not sure how to react. On the one hand, you say that you still love him, but on the other hand your laughing like the fucking Joker. “Being in love with me is…funny?” he tentatively asks. Taking a few steps towards you, but not closing the distance. 

Wiping the tears from your face, you admit quietly, “yes, because I know, no matter what, I will always let you back in. I guess I am just a masochist that way. I would rather have you in my life, and be heartbroken, than to not have you and still be heartbroken.”

Shaking your head, in disbelief that you actually said those words out loud, and to Dean no less. You look up to see him watching you, waiting. “God I am pathetic…you really should not have saved me that night…” you mumble the last part to yourself. Pushing yourself off the counter, you turn away from him, to straighten up the non-existent mess on the counter. Shit, should not have said that. 

“GOD DAMN IT Y/N!” Dean’s yell booms, causing you to turn around to see Dean seething with rage.    Taking the last few steps towards you, he pulls you into a vice grip of a hold. “Don’t you ever say that again, do you hear me? Do you?” He commands, shaking with hurt and pain. 

He’s not angry at you, he's angry that you don’t understand how much you mean to him. That you hold your life as something subpar. Pulling away slightly, he lets go so he can hold your face in his hands. “Please don’t ever think or say that I shouldn’t have saved you that night.” His green eyes, glassy with tears about to be shed, bore into yours. “You are the only good thing in my life, and I know I have a lot of work to do to gain your trust back, and that my life is messy and chaotic, but please…please….don’t ever think I would regret saving you that night.”

You nod your head in response. “Okay” you whisper, “I promise.” You were taken aback by his outburst; Dean has never raised his voice to you, or looked this broken. Then again, you’ve never been this broken, or joked about that night before either. It was a topic that neither of you ever really discussed, more of an unspoken bond between you two.

Relief seems to wash over him. His hands fall from your face, his arms wrapping them around your waist, not wanting to leave the closeness of you. “I know I have a lot of work to do, and this may be pushing my luck. But can I kiss you?” Giving you a half smile, hoping that will seal the deal.

“Fuck, there’s that Winchester charm,” you joke, smirking as well. Screw it, it's been four months without those lips. You lean in and kiss him. Letting your lips dance with his for a bit, you pull back, “just as good and I remember.” you say cheekily.

“So, should we go make some new memories on that couch of yours?” Dean gives you a wink, walking backwards towards the living room, his arms still around yours.

You have no choice but to follow him, nodding. You know that you have a lot of work to do getting over your own insecurities and self doubt that Dean will get tired of you, or that he will regret being with you. You need to have faith in him, and in yourself, that you are worthy of a happy life with him; whatever that looks like.

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『 The Past Records 』 Collection Event: Chapter 4

Jude Jazza & Ellis Twilight

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❥･• Warnings and FAQ

As per Liam’s suggestion, they decided to “test” Jude and Ellis—

Liam: Our main concern is whether they will betray Crown and sell our confidential information, right?

Liam: Why don’t we leave some important classified documents unattended on purpose and observe how they’ll react?

Harrison: What did you leave unattended and where did you leave it?

Liam: I left a name list of targets I’ve dealt with in the hallway outside Jude’s room.

Harrison: Isn’t that too obvious?

Liam: There’s no point if no one notices it, you know?

In the middle of their conversation — Jude enters the dining room.

Liam: Oh, good morning, Jude!

Jude cast a brief glance at Liam’s charming smile before tossing a stack of documents in front of Liam.

Liam: Eh? … Whoa, I was looking everywhere for these. Thanks.

Jude: Isn’t this confidential information?

Liam: Yeah. I was so worried about getting an earful from Victor, I was about to cry and beg Harry for help.

Jude: Go search for it before begging.

Liam: Ahaha, you're right. Thanks for helping me find it.

Jude: … If leaked this information, it’ll be over for you and Crown, no?

Liam: …!

Jude: Someone who isn’t capable of protecting confidential information can’t be trusted.

Liam: Yeah… I understand. I’ll be careful.

Liam: … And there he goes.

Liam: What should I do, Harry… I think he hates me…

Harrison: Nah, this is his usual attitude. Don’t let it get to you.

Liam: But what he just said to me was only a warning not to “endanger Crown”, right?

Harrison: Kind of.

Liam: He picked up the document and warned me about breaking confidentiality. That earns him some trust points, right?

Harrison: I guess getting yourself hated was worthwhile after all.

Liam: Oh, so you do think he hates me—!

…

— That night.

Ellis: … Oh, Harrison.

Harrison: It’s you? Rare to see you here at this hour.

Ellis: I was thinking of having something to drink before I go to sleep. Are you working, Harrison?

Ellis: Would you like me to make you a sweet cocktail? I heard from Liam that you have a sweet tooth.

Without waiting for Harrison’s response, Ellis took various ingredients from the shelf and skillfully prepared a Grasshopper (mint flavoured cocktail) before offering it to him.

Harrison: Are you also working as a bartender or someth—... mm, this is good.

Ellis: I’m glad you like it.

Harrison: … Liam already did so much, it’d be unfair if I don’t contribute too.

Ellis: Did you say something?

Harrison: Nah, it’s nothing. … You’re pretty handy, huh.

Ellis: You think so?

Harrison: You’ve also been kind towards everyone since the first time we met.

Harrison: Because of that… I’m a little suspicious of you.

Ellis: …?

Harrison pulled out a gun from his pocket and placed it on the table.

Harrison: I’ve been tailing you and Jude for the past few days. If I say I want to play a game with you, are you in for it?

Ellis: A game?

Harrison: Yeah, the rules are simple.

Harrison: There isn't a single bullet in this gun.

Harrison: If you trust what I just said, put the gun to your head and pull the trigger six times. If you can do that, you win the game.

Ellis: Point it at my head and pull the trigger six times.

Harrison: You should be able to do that if you don’t have a guilty conscience towards us, right?

Ellis: … Yeah, got it.

Without hesitating, Ellis swiftly picked up the gun and pulled the trigger more than six times.

Harrison: Wha—

Ellis: Does this mean I win?

Harrison: … Uh, yeah.

Ellis: Did that resolve one of your concerns?

Harrison: —... Haha.

Harrison: You didn’t even hesitate one bit.

Ellis: Not at all, because you're a kind person.

Ellis: You wouldn’t use real bullets to test someone.

Ellis: … Am I wrong?

Harrison: … Does that mean I didn’t completely fool you?

Ellis: Hm… I guess so.

Harrison: Even if you pulled the trigger without hesitation, it still doesn't prove that you’re innocent.

Ellis: You’re right. So that means I didn't ease your concern?

Harrison: … Nah.

Harrison: I’m not messed up enough to remain suspicious of someone I trust this much.

Ellis: … That’s a relief. Care for another toast, then?

Harrison: Sure.

They clinked their green cocktails with a light sound.

…

— And so, a few days passed.

William: Is the investigation going well?

Harrison: It’s going smoothly, I guess. Most of them have already come to a conclusion.

Harrison: I’m also done with my proofreading work, so I’m thinking of starting on the final report.

William: I see. Perhaps this piece of information I have is unnecessary, then.

Harrison: What information?

William: Jude and Ellis declined when I asked if I could assign them their first mission tonight, saying that they have work to do tonight.

William: What are your views on their response?

Elbert: It’s at night when most of their clients should be asleep… what kind of work could they possibly have?

Alfons: Ahaha! Sounds suspicious.

Alfons: To be frank, I couldn't care less whether they’re good or evil. But this sounds like fun, let’s tail them to see what they’re up to.

Harrison: At this point, do we really have to…?

Liam: Actually, Harry…

Harrison: Hm?

Liam: When I was investigating them, I noticed something kind of odd.

Liam: The two of them went to the port in the middle of the night… Jude seemed to be investigating something surrounding a warehouse he was renting out.

Roger: Could he have been inspecting the goods?

Liam: But… there are rumours saying that some ex-inmates who’ve just been released from prison were seen frequenting that area.

Alfons: I think I’ve heard that rumour somewhere… but I can't recall where exactly.

Harrison: … Fine, fine.

Harrison: There will be no further investigation after this.

#ikemen villains #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #otome #cybird otome #ikevil collection event #jude jazza #ellis twilight

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🍂Weekly Tag Wednesday!🍂

Thank you for the tags Evie @energievie, Kat @mybrainismelted, Kaka @stocious, Karen @palepinkgoat, Julia @juliakayyy Deena @suzy-queued, Meg @softmick and Jess @jrooc! So many of you! 💙

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name: Sky

age: *Nosho math*

star sign: Pisces ♓️

your first language: Hungarian

second language: English

favourite lip product: I don't have one. I never use any.

the best food dish you can make without a recipe: Hmm, maybe lasagne?

If you drink tea, what kind? I rarely drink tea, but when I do it's mint.

If you drink coffee, what roast do you usually get? Any decaf. No caffein for me.

favourite thing to watch on youtube right now: I can't remember the last tine I went on YouTube with a purpose, but I enjoy movie content in most forms.

favourite thing to watch on youtube in 2012: Oh WOW. Mostly the same I would now. Anything to do with movies, nature, music or video games.

favourite item of clothing right now: What I do wear: my leather jacket. What I don't wear: My green steel toe boots. I can't walk in them anymore, but I still have them 💚

favourite item of clothing in 2012: As if there's a possibility of me remembering that.

fandom

three movies you recommend: Hair, HTTYD (but all), The Pianist

your favourite concert: I honestly can't choose one.

have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion? I don't think so. For behavior, maybe. Also "hot takes" that are just sugarcoated bullshit (objectively).

have you ever left a fandom because of the fans? Hmm, nope.

the best tv show you watched last year: (Apart from the obvious) I quite enjoyed This is going to hurt.

do you have a fancasting you just can’t let go of? I can't think of any, really.

a ship you’ve abandoned: I don't think I have.

on a scale of 1-10 how willing are you to share your ao3 history? No. Just... no.

do you have a fandom tattoo? (do you want one?) Not YET.

what fandom do you wish was bigger? I have no idea.

has a finale ever ruined a show for you? Hmm, not ruined, but I hate it when a show gets canceled without a chance of finishing the story properly. So any that had that happen to it.

have you…

swam in an ocean? No, just seas.

ever been vegan/vegetarian? No. I couldn't be anyway.

gone skinny dipping? Nope.

gone skiing? No, and probably never will. Maybe in another universe!

been to a convention? No.

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I can't believe I'm on time with this! 😎

Tagging some cool people to participate if you want. if not, here: 🥨 I have a pretzel for you today.

@ian-galagher @creepkinginc, @transmickey @deathclassic @spacerockwriting, @ms-moonlight-inn, @sam-loves-seb @samantitheos, @dynamic-power @krysmiss @look-i-love-u @sickness-health-all-that-shit, @heymrspatel @michellemisfit @sweetbee78 @grumble-fish @metalheadmickey @rayrayor @crossmydna @thisdivorce @callivich @gardenerian @lupeloto @francesrose3

And anybody else I might have forgotten! If you see this, you are tagged.

#tag game #weekly tag games #weekly tag wednesday #I'm not late AGAIN #be proud

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On that pizza tower oc GRIND rn..... (Please help)

anyways "pizza" head oc 🙏🙏🙏

(I was struggling so hard to draw his head 💀)

Once again info dump below 👇👇👇👇

I mainly got the idea for this guy cause I saw this ice cream pizza and was like "lol what if I turned it into a oc that would be awesome"

He used to work with pizza head, making robots and weapons for him. But because of harsh working conditions, Minto left without warning and is no longer associated with him. (which was probably a bad idea)

He's an engineer and inventor.

He doesn't have anything against peppino, pizza head just made it seem like he was the bad guy.

I think it would be funny if he was somewhat related to pizza head, but probably not. I'm still thinking about it.

Yes, pizza head calls him toothpaste (he hates it)

He's a mint chocolate chip ice cream pizza, if it wasn't obvious enough (/j)

He is much less stronger than pizza head, only using his inventions and robotics in any sort of battle.

He's usually pretty sweet (g get it cause.... Cause he's ice crea💥💥💥💥) but can have quite a short temper.

Also don't mind my hand writing I know it's shit /hj

That's probably it, for now 🙏 (I still need to make a reference for one more oc)

#pizza tower #my art #oc #pizza tower oc #pizza head #oc minto #only adding tne pizza head tag because he's in the doodle at the bottom #i like rambling about ocs 🙏🙏

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10 // series m.list

taglist closed !

taglist: @bloopkook @pb-n-juju @taetaecatboy @ellesalazar @joonsjuice @firesighgirl @cursedcursives @whoa-jo @yoongukie-ff @jihopesjoint @mint--yoongs @xxxanimangxxx @floweryjeons

note: thank you for your patience with this mini fic!! 

The end of a semester is usually your favourite time of the year for obvious reasons: academic freedom, one year closer to your degree, and summer vacation. Summer rings in new fun, new travels, new people. 

Perhaps, a new love. 

Summer time also meant more time to see Nam Joon. As your friendgroup tends to be more clingy with the hot atmosphere, something about the idea of this summer with Nam Joon makes you feel weird. It doesn’t excite or repulse you.. Instead, it makes you feel confused. 

It’s inevitable that your mind is clouded with petty thoughts and sadness. After all that has happened; you’re so burnt out from studying alone and sinking into the bitter feeling of needing to prove people wrong. 

The truth is; you’re not that dumb. 

You’re merely average.. Putting in the work simply isn’t your forte. 

What you hate is when people make you feel stupid. 

Nam Joon, regardless of the many insults, has never made you feel stupid until the day you knocked on his door in the pouring rain. When you had asked him if he had feelings for you and he looked at you like you couldn’t possibly know—it hurt. 

Did he think you were that stupid? Stupid enough that you couldn’t comprehend the difference between lies and truth? The difference between feelings and lust? The lines are thin… But not invisible. 

Invisible is what you felt. 

Nam Joon sure had a talent for making you feel a million little things. From sex to the actual friendship—he has always had a way with you… And just like that, as you exit your lecture building with your exam mark in your hands—you see him. 

He stands there, leaning against a campus pole, arms crossed with his a little smile to greet you with. Nam Joon raises his hand and waves at you. He does his best to look nonchalant as he fights the urge to run to you. 

Oh, if only he could run to you.

It’s like his breath is taken from him the moment your eyes meet his. He wants to take your hand and be with you so bad.. To be with you as if nothing happened and he could erase every dumb thing he ever said and did to you. 

But he doesn’t. 

Instead, he lets the moment sink and ache. In response to his presence, you roll your eyes at him. Then, you let out a sigh, turn the other cheek, and begin to walk to the opposite direction. It’s then when Nam Joon realizes that you’ve figured it out.

The truth is; he has always been the dumb one between you two. 

“Are you gonna follow me inside too or are we done?”

Your harsh tone catches Nam Joon off guard. He lifts his head from looking at his feet. The entire way here, he has been watching his feet follow yours. He looked like a lost puppy, trying to keep it’s distance but also so desperate to be loved and taken. 

He didn’t mean to come off like a creep. This entire walk has been so painful and slow. Yet, he found comfort in just being within your reach. Even if you didn’t need him or didn’t even turn your head back once to check on him—he’d still follow you to wherever.

To the end of the earth.

To where your heart had wandered off to.

To wherever you go; he would follow.

Nam Joon has always loved that about you. The way your certainty leaked and inspired him to be the same regardless of the logistics of the decisions. Your love to live life is contagious. He never truly feels like he’s living if he’s not with you. He needs you.

As he wraps up his train of thoughts, Nam Joon clears his throat to answer.

You beat him to it.

“Go home, Nam Joon. Have a good summer. I’ll see you around,” you dismiss him. As you turn away, he catches your wrist and holds you still. 

“I called you.” 

You stiffen, surprised he’s even talking right now. He has never been the type to touch you in public. It was exactly in his character to follow you around and not say a thing… But this? You stare at his hands wrapped around your wrist. When was the last time you two touched? Before you get dizzy from your own thoughts, you defend yourself: “I was taking the exam. Can’t use my phone—”

“I called you last night. Seven times. I left voice messages and even texted you after you told me to fuck off. I asked around for your professors morning routine so I could stall him because I was afraid you’d be late to the exam or needed at least a fifteen minute review with your classmates. I stalled him for twenty-three minutes. I stood outside, in this fucking heat, waiting for you to come out and... I don’t know? Look at me? Talk to me? You walked away. You told me to fuck off. Now, you’re telling me to go home and that you’ll see me around?” Nam Joon’s voice hitches at the end. “I don’t want to just see you around. I want more than that.”

You look at him, eyebrows furrowed together. “Get lost.”

“You’re doing it again.”

“Get lost.”

He shakes his head.

“Where you go, I go.”

You glare at him. 

Fine, two can play this game. 

“And if I go to Hobi? You owe me a boyfriend, by the way.”

Nam Joon lets go of your wrist. Slightly hurt, he asks: “you still like him?”

“Who else am I supposed to like?”

“Me.”

In this moment, you see something in him that you’ve never seen before.

Honesty. 

Before you can say anything, your phone chimes with a notification. Quickly, you take your phone out and check. 

EXAM RESULTS: Available

“My grade came in,” you breathe. “Fuck. Why did they mark it so fast?”

“Wasn’t it just scantron, dummy?” he teases, peaking his head over to see your phone. You tilt your phone towards you and side eye him. What if you failed? That’d be such an embarrassing grade for him to witness you receive!

Hell fucking no.

“Okay, okay... Check your grade, beautiful.”

Instantly, you look at him in shock. His cheeks flush in pink but he doesn’t take what he called you back. He meant it. Nam Joon offers a shy smile and looks into the distances, trying to downplay your reaction. 

As you sign in to check your results, he continues to be the smartass that he is. “Wanna know a secret? When I took this class last sem, I got a 89.2% on the final. It was kind of hard.. Like, I remember actually being stumped on the questions. If you have to retake the class; I promise I’ll be by your side. It’s a hard class! I know at least two other people that had to retake it—what? Did you pass?”

You stare at him blankly. 

A part of you tries to process his comforting promise while the other part of you gets lost his eyes. They look so desperate and sparkly—almost like they’re in love.

Could they be? 

… Focus.

You check your grade. It reads:

EXAM RESULTS: Available

93.6% PASS.

“___? Are you okay? Was the exam that bad?” he begins to panic. Without thinking twice, he pulls you close to take a peak. You shut your phone screen off and shake your head at him.

“Come on, ___! What did you get?” 

You shrug at him, staying emotionless. Your feelings are beginning to overwhelm you, but you need to stabilize them for the sake of whatever is going on between you and him.

You stay silent. Eyes soft, almost watering from the relief you feel. Fuck, you worked so hard. You feel so accomplished.

On the other hand, Nam Joon feels like he’s been kicked in the stomach. He feels so much guilt. Did you fail because of him? He doesn’t know what to say or to do. It’s a good thing Hobi advised him not to bring flowers... Instead, Nam Joon brought his entire heart. Even if he doesn’t say it, he knows it’s yours and that, my friends, is way better than flowers.

“Tell me or I’ll kiss you—”

“I didn’t do that well,” you pout, crossing your arms. You decide to commit to your lie purely because of the way his expression softened.

He’s cute.

“What now? You going to call me stupid? You going to fuck around with my feelings again and—”

Nam Joon crashes his lips onto yours. Without much thought, you sink into it and feel butterflies as he wraps his arms around your waist. When he pulls away, he fixes your hair and cups your cheeks. 

“You did well, ___.”

Pouting, you push him off of you. Somehow, he takes a hold of your hand and stands there innocently. You tilt your head at him completely confused. 

“What does this mean?”

“You’re smart,” Nam Joon teases, dipping his head low and pressing a kiss on your cheek. “Figure it out.”

#bts fic #nam joon fic #nam joon tutor #nam joon angst #nam joon imagine #rm fic #rm fake texts #bts fake scenarios #rm x yn

[viridianphile]

7th yr., dramione, fluff, rivals, down bad Draco

Draco just wants to sleep in his quarters, skip his classes and dream and dream and dream.

He hates seeing his classmates, hates their mindless talk about who fancies who, and most of all hates having to see her in flesh.

As she shoots up a know-it-all hand, starts parting her plump lips to answer, her annoying voice reverberating around his skull, he might as well combust on the spot.

Especially if he has to deal with his problem. This particular problem, he figured, the only way to solve it is to sleep it all away.

Which he did, but to make matters worse, he sees her in his dreams, EVERY. SINGLE. FUCKING. TIME.

And things always end up the turn for the worse. Always the worse (for lack of better word). He gets to wake up with the lingering thought of her in his newly minted state of wakefulness and a raging hard-on.

It is a problem, yes indeed.

Which begs the question, why does Draco Lucius Malfoy want to sleep and sleep and sleep?

It is obvious really, he’s definitely infatuated with her, his subconscious unconsciously dreaming of her.

But quite literally, in vulgarized fashion; Draco Lucius Malfoy lusts for Hermione Jean Granger.

And he doesn’t want to admit it yet.

“Draco, fuck you, wake up,”

He groans in his sleep.

Theo slapped the supple cheek of his bare arse “Look at that fucking kinky arse! I bet you fell asleep touching yourself all day thinking of Granger. Is that why you didn’t go to class yesterday?”

Draco immediately springs up, head still groggy and confused. Theo mussed his already messy bed hair, “I understand mate, the snakes understand,” he tuts compassionately.

“Understand wha—?” Malfoy blinks, until everything dawned upon him.

“What the fuck are you doing here Not?!”

Theo raises his palms up defensively.

“Uh—your girl’s waiting for you, and I being your faithful wingman came to pick you up and tell her your undying love,” he then places a diplomatic hand over his heart solemnly.

“My girl? Which girl? What girl?” Draco aka “completely lost” Malfoy throws the dark haired boy a skeptical look,”Last time I checked I was single with an idiot henchman for a best friend”

“Merlin to Draco, it’s Granger, the love of your life? She literally confessed her love for you in front of the whole class under the influence of a veritaserum”

“You’ve got to be kidding”

“No. You missed the chance to witness the legendary confession of the swot to her equally swotty rival”

Malfoy must be dreaming, that couldn’t be real. Theo can’t be real, this must be another dream. Granger’s involved, *again*, so it has to be, right?

He was lost for words, staring into space. Until he slapped himself to reality.

*Holy shit that hurt*

“So then what?” excitement assaults his nerves but apprehension devoured the rest of it.

“Then fly away my little butterfly, spread your wings and chase for the nectar of your dreams! Go before she changes her mind!”Theo spreads his arms dramatically, he has the spunk for theater.

Draco hurriedly gathers himself to leave but reaches back towards his henchman, “Wait, fuck, give me your pants.”

Oh right, he forgot.

Draco swiftly accio’d Theo’s pants and quickly fastened himself to decency. Theo merely let him and pats a proud father’s hand on Draco.

“Go my little soldier, this is your war—“before Theo finishes, Draco already left the chambers to chase for Granger, his dearest rival and apparently…the love of his life?

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“Granger!”

“Malfoy?”

Granger stops in her tracks while Draco collects himself until he’s back in proper circulation.

One huge gulp of air and he’s back on his knees, a look on Granger and he’s a pathetic flustering idiot. But backing down isn’t an option and so…

“You…you fractured me to my undoing. My soul cripples at the mere thought of you. You make me lose my mind, the greatest tragedy of mine. Granger…I think I might be also in love with you…”

Hermione blinked, eyes wide. What did she just hear? If this what they call…a confession?

But seriously, from Malfoy? Her rival? The bane of her existence? The annoying fly who pests her academic endeavors, everywhere she goes?

But a pretty handsome fly too though…

An unexpected blush creeps up to her cheeks, and wait a minute…what’s with this sudden burst of emotion? Why is he looking at her like he’s about to beg on his knees for her?

He’s absurd. His unnecessarily poetic monologue’s absurd…too sudden. And are those Theo’s dress pants he’s wearing?

“Malfoy…what…I…are you serious?”

This Hermione, the brightest witch of her age, suddenly lacked the sense to speak.

Draco stops, his heart taking a sudden lurch.

“But..Theo..”

Hermione’s pulse flutters.

“What about Theo, hmm?”

He just realized.

“I’m gonna kill that fucking bastard”

That jerk tricked him.

And surprisingly it worked.

(End)

#dhr drabble #dhr fanfiction #dramione #dramione prompts #dhrtwt #draco malfoy #draco x hermione #dramione fic #hermione granger #incorrect dramione #harrypotter #dramione fandom #dramione fanart #dramione one shot #draco fluff #dramione imagine

[overstayedtime]

cattonquick headcanons

the saltburn brainrot is all-consuming!!!

some little headcanons of oliver & felix if ollie had just kept him alive & they both gave in to the painfully obvious homosexual tension 🤍

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• felix loves petnames for ollie (always calls him darling, love, sweetheart etc) because he is just a big soppy romantic boy

• on special occassions (birthdays/parties) felix likes wearing glitter / sparkles because he thinks its pretty, and ollie helps him (extra boyfriend points)

(yk the picture of the two girls doing makeup, its basically them)

• ollie bites as a form of affection, felix likes the marks that he leaves

• when its christmas and they’re both drunk enough, they duet fairytale of new york together

• felix hates horror movies but ollie forces him to watch them - its also a tiny bonus is that felix always ends up hiding in oliver’s side, with his hands running through felix’s hair to calm him down

• the first time they got high together was also oliver’s first time smoking, so felix decided to shotgun the joint to ease ollie into the sensation of smoking

• oliver always liked wearing felix’s shirts because they smelt like him, a mix of cigarette smoke, aftershave & mint, felix liked oliver wearing his shirts because they swallowed him & stopped just above the knee

• one of ollies many love languages is waking felix up by bringing a steaming cup of hot tea every morning & a kiss on the top of his head

i have more but we could be here all day !!!

#saltburn #felix catton #oliver quick #cattonquick #emerald fennell #jacob elordi #barry keoghan #ollie and felix #headcanon #i wish theyd just been gay and alive #felix is bisexual argue with the wall #felix i miss you baby come home #oliver quick is so me

[tavern-aa]

Hello! Could I request the prompts 64 and 38 (Maybe also 22) with Bakugou x M! Reader who has just broken up with his slightly toxic boyfriend and went to Bakugou for comfort? (And ended up getting a lot more then he barged in for- not like he’s complaining.) Thank you! :>

AN: Here we go back on that smut stuff, let's have some fun. LET'S GET IT!!!!! -Teddy

Word Count: 2310 words

Smut Prompts 64: “You’re not taking me to bed. ever.” “Who said it had to be on the bed?”

Smut Prompt 38: “Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

Smut Prompt 22: "Mine"

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You hated being wrong. It is a fact. You hated admitting your mistake and facing whoever advised you against whatever decision you probably made out of stubbornness. It is absolutely one of your least favorite situations to be in.

And yet that is the very situation you find yourself in right now. Bounding down the old steps of your boyfriend's apartment walking out into the rain. If you weren't so furious at your situation you would be freaking out over stepping your new sneakers into a puddle after saving up for weeks to buy them. You stomped over to your car, even though you were sure you heard the bastard's voice calling out your name. But if anyone asks you can't hear it over the storm. Slamming your car door and speeding out of the parking lot you try not to think of all the times all your friends told you not to date that jerk.

You zoomed down the road to the only place you could think of being right now. Another thing you hated was breaking down in front of others, but there was one person in your life who you knew would support you in a way that didn't make you feel like shit. You drove your car down a route you had taken thousand times before pulling up to a familiar upscale apartment in the city.

Still not minding how soaked you were from the rain and how crazy you probably looked dripping water onto the marble floors of the lobby. If the front desk wasn't so used to seeing you they probably would have given you a problem going in. Luckily, the nice lady who was always generous with the complimentary mints was working tonight. She took one look at your drenched clothes and furious expression and decidedly looked away for deniability.

You hardly remembered walking into the elevator and riding up to one of the upper floors and knocking on a familiar door.

"Whatever it is you want, don't" a voice called from the other side of the door angrily.

"Bakugo it's me you jerk!"

The door swung open to reveal a large muscular figure. Bakugo Katsuki was a very good friend of yours. Yeah, he's rough around the edges. Yeah, he drives you up the wall. But he is also someone who will give it to you straight and that is what you need right now.

The blonde looked down on you with a surprisingly blank stare for someone so usually expressive.

"You look like shit."

You rolled your eyes in response, "thanks for noticing captain obvious, now can I come in now?"

Bakugo moved aside and let you track water into his apartment. Your familiarity with Bakugo's space led you to the blonde's bedroom and then into his bathroom. You weren't sure if you had full range of his clothes but you were too tired to care and the cold from your wet clothes was making you shiver. After a quick shower, you pulled on the oversized t-shirt that you retrieved out of Bakugo's room and made your way back out into the living room.

The shirt you grabbed was a bit loose on the pro hero, and since you didn't share his heavily muscular physique, the top came well down your thighs. Your boxers only peeked out when you turned your body the right way and if you were in a better mood you would laugh at how small you looked drowning in one of the nation's most eligible pro heroes clothes.

Following the smell of spice, you wandered into the living room to find the aforementioned bachelor sitting on his couch wearing just a pair of sweatpants. He was sipping on a steaming mug lazily but he turned his head towards you when he noticed you approaching. His vermilion eyes trailed up and down your figure for a moment before he opened his arms motioning you to sit in the spot beside him.

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

He brought his fingers to toy at the collar of his shirt that had fallen down your shoulder exposing the smooth flesh to him. You leaned into the touch subconsciously while scoffing. " I'm a dumbass, but you know that by now."

Bakugo tilted his head to fully face you and furrowed his brow, "the hell happened to you?" That was the million dollar question, isn't it? "I broke up with my boyfriend tonight" you started. The anger you had been feeling up until this point had vanished leaving behind only shame and regret. Bakugo kept quiet but moved the hand at your collar to your opposite shoulder bringing you further into his chest. This comforting gesture seemed to open the flood gates on your emotions leaving an opening for you to vent out all that had happened to you that night.

"We were fighting about nothing really which was the usual lately. When he brings up you and I am just confused about what he's talking about, but then he brings up Denki and Kirishima too. He was saying that he wasn't comfortable with me having guy friends, especially ones in your guys' career. He basically implied that I was whoring myself out or was being exploited. He wanted all this control, like full access to my phone and who I talked to. The bastard even tried to give me a curfew!" Your body started shaking so you wrapped your hand into Bakugo's to ground yourself. "It just got toxic, so I left him."

It was silent for a moment as you calmed your breathing down and Bakugo tightened his grip on your hand.

"Good on ya, that guy was a piece of shit from the start." You snorted and looked up at him, "yeah he was, wasn't he? Damn, how did you let me stay with a guy like that?"

Bakugo whipped his head to gawk at you, "me? The rain must have flooded your damn brain cause I didn't let you do shit!" His anger only served to make you laugh and you leaned back a bit to escape his ire.

"It was your fault, you know I make poor decisions when I haven't had dick in a while! And when we started dating I was going through a major dry spell." Bakugo brought one of his hands to your waist and the other on your thigh then pulled you back into his side. You couldn't help but gasp when you felt his large calloused hands on your skin. His warmth chased away any lingering cold from the rain.

You looked up at him and noticed his expression had changed into something more complicated that you couldn't quite decipher. He leaned his body over you trapping you between his body and the couch. Your breath started becoming more labored as you were overwhelmed by the faint sweet smell on his skin.

"Now tell me if I'm wrong, but didn't I offered to help your horny ass before you dated that shit stain?"

You remembered that. You were sitting around his apartment drinking and complaining about how unlucky you were when it came to romance and how lonely you were. Bakugo had been cuddled into the couch with a beer in his hand and looked a bit out of it when he said he could fix that. You had just laughed. You both were drinking heavily and you had never gotten the vibe that he was into you before so you just brushed it off as the alcohol. Then not long after you started to date your ex.

Looking up at Bakugo now you noticed the look of desire in his eyes as he started gliding his hand up and down your thigh. Dick wasn't what you were expecting when you came over tonight, heavy drinking and swearing, sure. But not this. But that isn't to say you were upset by the development. Bakugo was your friend, yes but you were not so blind as to not notice how much of a hunk he was.

His bulging muscles and bright piercing eyes distracted you on a good day. But when they had you in this position you couldn't really refuse. You stretched your arms out and wrapped them around his neck to bring his head closer.

"And if I remember right, you were so drunk that you propositioned me like some gentlemen from the last century. So for the record, You’re not taking me to bed. Ever."

“Who said it had to be on the bed?"

Your body unconsciously shivered and your lips curled into a smirk. "Now that's more like it" you started, bringing your lips to his ear.

"Don't be gentle with me Bakugo."

The feral grin on the blonde's face sent tingles down your spine. You quickly slammed your lips into his starting a heated battle for dominance. You both grabbed at each other's clothes and whatever flesh you can find. Bakugo moved his mouth from your lips to your neck breathing deeply before placing kisses along the column leading towards your shoulder. Occasionally he bit down harshly undoubtedly leaving dark hickeys behind. You couldn't help but moan when at his ministrations. It didn't help that one of his hands was gripping at your waist while the other was gliding down to your ass.

But you weren't one to be a pillow princess so you started leading your hands down his torso. You took extra care to get a handful of his pecks enjoying the feel of muscle under your fingers. When you pinched one of his nipples you were rewarded by a deep groan that went straight to your dick.

The sound sent you on a bit of a power trip that left you wanting more. So you brought both of your hands to that alluring bulge pressing against your thigh. Contact with his dick seemed to distract Bakugo from ravishing your neck as he brought his face back to yours. The slightly embarrassed but aroused look on his face only served to extend your power trip so you grinned back at him. He furrowed his brow back at you and brought your body closer suddenly leaving you straddling the blonde's lap.

You gasped when you felt yourself over his powerful thighs and both of your lengths made contact through your clothes. Bakugo leaned his face into yours with a predatory grin as he put his hand back on your ass while the other gripped the back of your neck.

"Let's get one thing straight baby" as he spoke you couldn't help but be enchanted with the deep rumble of his voice.

Bakugo put his hand on the waistband of your boxers to free your cock from its confines. You only hoped he didn't notice the wet stain on the front of your shorts that Bakugo's large shirt had concealed.

"Tonight, and any other night this happens I'm in charge understand?" You nodded helplessly as he then gripped your cock running his hand along your slit.

"Yes, I understand" he chuckled in response.

"Do you really? Or are you just wanting to have your dick played with after that dumbass left you unsatisfied for so long?"

Gid, how were you supposed to focus on an answer as he kept a steady rhythm rubbing along your length. You didn't think you weren't being satisfied but how could you argue when Bakugo just giving you a handjob felt better than anything you had done with your ex.

You panted desperately as you bucked forward into his grip. But every time you tried to speed up his pace Bakugo would hold you still by your waist.

"Answer me baby, or we're stopping" he let out in a patronizing tone.

You usually prided yourself on your wit and stubbornness, but in the face of all this pleasure, you felt your mind clouded. The thought of this ending sent panic through your body.

"No! No, please don't stop!"

"Shouldn't I though? Cause I only pleasure good obedient boys" Bakugo leaned his face closer to yours so his vibrant eyes meet yours. "Are you being a good boy (y/n)?"

"I am, I'm a good boy!"

This answer seemed to please him as he sped up the pace of his hand on your cock. The spike in pleasure caught you off guard and only sent you hurtling forward towards your orgasm faster.

"Yeah, you gonna be my good boy babe?"

You started humping into his hand while pushing your ass further back into his powerful hand.

"Yes I'm your good boy, oh fuck" you felt your mind blurring further as your orgasm inched closer. "Oh fuck Bakugo I'm gonna cum!"

Bakugo licked at your open mouth, "yeah? Then come for me, baby."

His command had such authority behind it that it left you breathless. This was closer to the voice he used to order around his sidekicks in tense situations. The contrast to his usual tone plus his words sent you over the edge as you bucked one last time before cumming into Bakugo's hand. You watched your cum land on his sculpted chest and fuck did it look delicious.

As you came down from your high you leaned into Bakugo's chest and tried to regain a few of your brain cells. At the same time, the blonde ran his hand along your back lulling you into a state of exhausted bliss.

Bakugo brought his head closer to yours and whispered into your ear the same time he slipped his hand into your boxers and trailed his fingers towards your hole.

"Mine."

#my hero academia #bnha #bnha x male reader #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x male reader #teddy

[killian-whump]

Sorry to ask, but who’s this Rothberg guy? It’s been a while since I last checked up on Once or Colin stuff since the show ended.

Oh boy, Nonny. Have I got a tale for you...

Okay, so during the recent pandemic, a lot of folks started doing podcasts and interviews on Zoom and stuff like that. During this time, it was announced that Colin was going to be hosting a podcast with Jason Rothberg and Rose Ganguzza, where they interview musicians and people who work in the music/film industries. There were tentative plans to one day turn it into a Space Ghost style animated TV show.

Then the N/F/Ts started. They were animated tokens, using Colin's voice and likeness, sold for cryptocurrency. Rothberg was pushing them pretty heavily, using all the usual crypto bro sales tactics and "fireside chats" to do so - and also doing so through Colin. There were posts on his social media (obviously written by someone else, but presumably approved and posted by Colin) acting like NFTs are great and encouraging people to join Rothberg's fireside chats about them.

Needless to say, his fandom didn't like this. That's putting it mildly, actually. Most of them hated it. Some quietly ignored the whole thing, some spoke out pretty angrily, some just flat out left the fandom altogether. All but a few were deeply disappointed.

Colin tried to fix whatever he could, but it was largely too late since the project (and the N/F/Ts) was already underway and he was likely contractually obligated to continue with it. Still, he made an obvious effort. He stopped reposting Rothberg's spammy used car salesman posts. He made sure the N/F/Ts were responsibly minted to mitigate environmental concerns surrounding them. He addressed the concerns in an animated video that was intended to educate and inform those who didn't know anything about N/F/Ts, but also acknowledged and validated the concerns some fans were voicing about them.

But it wasn't anywhere near enough to stop the train wreck of those N/F/Ts. It turned out there wasn't a handful of them, but thousands of them made - and they weren't being sold for $10 a pop, but $180 at the lowest tier and $23,000+ at the highest. It was sheer insanity, and predictably, the release was a complete disaster. They sold, like, 10 of them.

Throughout the course of this debacle, some of Colin's fans were very, very vocal about how much they disapproved of this project, how much they hated N/F/Ts in general, etc. etc. I was one of them. Rothberg never confronted any of us; he just ignored us or made snarky comments about haters that we ignored.

Then Pip (@pirateherokillian) said something critical about it. She wasn't even being loud or obnoxious or extra vocal. She was just chatting in untagged tweets with her friends about her concerns with the project. Now, Pip's social media is more personal in nature than, say, mine is. She posts about her life and topics other than Colin. And something in her posts made Rothberg decide that she was vulnerable and he attacked her. He said she only disliked the N/F/Ts because she was too poor to afford one and implied that there was something wrong with her mental health.

And the fandom collectively lost its shit. Because for starters, Pip is one of us - and we don't take kindly to bullying in this fandom. But also, the things Rothberg said were ableist and specifically targeted to hit her where he felt she was most vulnerable. And the man is a fucking coward. He didn't say BOO to those who were loudly and vehemently criticizing the project for months, but he attacked Pip the moment she opened her mouth, simply because he thought he could get away with it.

Well, he couldn't. We kicked up a stir, and next thing we knew, he was apologizing (albeit an obviously forced and insincere one) and sulkily saying he was no longer "allowed" to interact with Colin's fans.

Gee, I wonder who told him that...? ❤️

Anyway, he's mostly left us alone since then - but the damage has been done. As a fandom, we collectively hate this guy. We feel like he suckered Colin into the TSR project with the intent to use his likeness and name to gain attention for the project, and with the plan to tap into Colin's fandom's pocketbooks to sell us N/F/Ts and empty promises. We think he's a predatory, insincere, and opportunistic scam artist and all-around douchebag. And seeing as he's abused us individually and collectively, none of us have any respect for him - and we're not going to "play nice" and sugar coat our thoughts on the topic.

Unfortunately, Colin's still working with him on the TSR project. Whether that's because he wants to or because he's contractually obligated to do so, we don't know - but we all have our guesses. Regardless, most of us ignore this project of Colin's, due to our hatred of Rothberg, and Colin often doesn't post about or promote the project, likely because he knows how we all feel about it.

#tsr debacle

[muckmage]

what's your favorite kind of juice?

i think upon this often and yet the answer evades me.... i must try more juices. every juice.

that being said, orange juice is an obvious classic, just a fantastic juice honestly, i can't say it's my favourite but it's definitely one of my most common juices. my other common juice is a combination called "byron breeze", which is 15% pineapple, 1.5% lychee, 1.5% calamansi and 81% pear. and it fucking SLAPS, definitely doesn't just taste like pear or pineapple it's surprisingly great.

there's another brand that does fantastic combination juices but they only sell them in 400ml glass bottles and don't get stocked many places😭 but when i can i always try and get a new flavour and they're all so good, like. apple & guava, apple & mango, apple & pineapple, apple & peach, apple & blackcurrant, apple strawberry & grape. wow they almost all have apple huh. it's all great. there's the tropical cocktail flavour too which is also great i just don't actually know what's in it fkjsksjs

the only juices i don't like are when you have like, a plain mango or peach juice but it has an almost syrupy consistency, hate that. there are other even more rare circumstances like a combination juice that added mint (wasn't great imo), or if you taste it and you can just tell the fruits weren't ripe enough

now... my dark past; plain apple juice and i have history. when i was younger, like real early teens, apple juice was my blood. my parents stopped buying the stuff cause i'd guzzle it all before anyone could have any, and i mean like. 2 liter cartons in a day or two. so of course i started buying it myself with my allowance. this continued for far too long. my parents began threatening to ban me from buying it myself. i was unstoppable. until eventually disaster struck, my body itself decided to step in and out of the blue it very quickly went from being a heavenly ambrosia to making me feel like vomiting from just the smell. and so it was: for years afterwards i couldn't get a whiff of apple juice without feeling incredibly ill. i have since recovered but now apple juice is just an alright juice to me nothing crazy like it was.

#juice tales #the important thing here is that i gotta try way more types of juices #02

[artzychic27]

Who would be the DC parents for the Science Kids? I can see Aurore being Aquaman’s daughter (and creating fake rain with hydrokenisis like Lapis on Room for Ruby). Jean would be Zatanna’s for obvious reasons. Simon could be Flash’s kid (using his speed to edit his videos even quicker) and Reshma’s could be Poison Ivy, I guess (reference to class of heroes, where she is Isabella).

Aurore: Aquaman

A lot of her stuff is waterproof from her books to her electronics

Would join the school’s swim team, but that doesn’t seem fair

She hates dolphins. They’re just all fucking bastards…

Aurore has a tendency to smack sea food out of peoples hands. She knows most of them!

The Beauréals experimented with sperm and egg donors to ensure they had perfect, well-rounded children. Though, they didn’t account for Aquaman being a sperm donor

Mireille: Black Canary

When she was born, Mireille cried so loud and temporarily deafened everyone on the hospital floor

Black Canary helped take care of Mireille for three years before she had to leave for a few missions. She occasionally stops by to help Mireille with her powers and to intimidate Alec

When she heard Theo was being bullied at school, she walked right up to the bastard and screamed

Mireille has some light streaks in her hair

Jean: Zatanna

He’s pretty good at talking backwards

Has never failed a single magic trick, and if someone tries to mess one up, they can expect a flock of doves in their locker

Occasionally leaves a few roses in a certain brunette’s locker

After his wife left, Dejah went out to clear his head, met Zatanna at a bar, and now he’s got a magic son

Lacey: Beast Boy

She still has her normal skin tone, but when she turns into animals, she’s mint green

Her favorite forms are mountain lions, lemurs, and just any animal that’s good at climbing

Not technically her dad. Beast Boy donated some of his blood because Lacey had some medical problems when she was born

He’s more like her godfather

Also, she’s not a strict vegetarian, but sometimes eating meat makes her uncomfortable

Cosette: Static Shock

Can charge ten phones in under three seconds

Braids its hair back so it’s not sticking up at the ends, becuase that gets annoying fast

Her mom participated in a newly funded military program involving superpowered sperm and egg donors

Will annoy you with 90s slang, courtesy of her dad

Cosette: Dayumn! What’s got you trippin’?

Jean: Please speak according to our current decade!

Cosette: *Scoffs* Buzzkill.

Jean: That! That, too!

Zoé: Batman

Zoé served as one of his many, many Robins before she moved to Paris after an… Incident at her school

She was surprised to find herself in a classroom of superpowered teenagers, especially since she knows most of their parents

Audrey had several affairs, so why not one with Bruce Wayne?

She keeps a lot of weapons on her person

Incredibly athletic, intelligent, and able to take down any superhuman

Zoé: *Looks at Marc* … So, did Dick do Starfire, or what?

Marc: Starfire

On Tamaran, his name is pronounced as Myzan'r

When he gets angry or upset, Marc’s eyes glow bright green as a sign that he’s charging his laser eyes

Is FIERCELY protective of his brother

For his protection, Starfire and [Censored] had Marc live with Penny and Alyssa Anciel after his aunt attempted to sell Marc into slavery like she did with Starfire when they were younger. Long story short, Marc tore open an alien ship with his bare hands when he was seven

Tamaraneans are known for their iron stomachs, so this guy will eat just about anything you put in front of him

Marc: I’ll have you know, I have a refined pallet.

Cosette: “Refined,” my ass. You ate a meat lovers pizza coated in chocolate syrup and sour gummy bears.

Denise: Wonder Woman

Already tall, strong, and insanely gorgeous like an Amazon, so why not?

Like Marc, Denise is VERY protective of Cerise

Was close friends with Flavio Cabello’s grandparents back in the 40s, and because of that, she created Denise the same way she was created when Flavio and Pilar were having trouble conceiving until they had Cerise

Wears a LOT of jewelry, so no one questions the silver cuff bracelets

Simon: The Flash

Can edit fifty videos in three seconds and is fast enough to escape any assholes trying to shove him in a locker when Denise isn’t around

Sometimes they like to mess with the other students, just when they need a moment of peace and quiet

The Flash saved him from the house fire his parents didn’t bother to safe him from, donated some blood, and now Simon has his powers and a new godfather

He can run across the world in only eight seconds, but still prefers to be princess-carried by Denise

Ismael: Superman

In the Cool Aliens club with Marc

This guy can get hit by a truck and still keep walking as if nothing happened

Likes to eavesdrop on conversations with his super hearing and then blackmail certain people

Ismael’s egg donor had an affair long before she divorced Fazli

Fazli was able to get full custody after Superman got her arrested. Because Superman don’t take kindly to child abuse

Reshma: Poison Ivy

Likes to decorate her clothes with flowers and vines. Her style is post All-Of-You-Isabela, VERY colorful

Her hair has some tints of red in it

She was sent to Paris when she was five seeing as it was getting too dangerous in Gotham

Reshma was made in a lab as one of Poison Ivy’s sporelings, and she has a slight magenta tint to her skin

She likes making flower crowns for her friends

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #marc anciel #Aurore beauréal #mireille caquet #Jean duparc #zoé lee #aquaman #black canary #zatanna #beast boy #static shock #Batman #Starfire #Wonder Woman #the flash #Superman #poison Ivy #dc comics #mlb au

[fan-therapy]

I don't know what your request status is but if your allowing requests right now I'd like to request a death note HC of how the boys like to kiss or something else along those lines.

Please and thank you!

How they like to kiss you- Death Note ��

AAAAAAH MY FIRST REQUEST!!! Thank you so much. I love this, I didn't even think to write it <3 hope you like it babes (also i didn't know which characters you wanted so i picked my favs!!) Warnings- Kissing? (lmk if there are more and i'll add them!) Characters- Touta Matsuda, Near/Nate River, Mello/Mihael Keehl, Light Yagami, L Lawliet

Touta Matsuda 💕

-So i think he's very shy about kisses

-Like, he gets soooo flustered and embarrassed he is the perfect man i love him so much

-but he'd come up to you, refusing to say what he wants, but you can tell because he gets clingy af

-YOU have to be the big kid and initiate it

-but i think he's very gentle

-slow, passionate kisses yk?

-very sweet and angelic

-AND he tastes like mint. i will die on that hill

-but when he kisses you, he has a habit of putting one hand on the back of your head and the other around your waist.

Near/Nate River 🧸

-near is not super affectionate

-but he has his moments

-he doesn't normally initiate kisses, but when he feels like it, he will absolutely tell you

-hes so honest with it to. he is BOLD

-he also has very gentle, intimate kisses

-feather light kisses :)

-he tastes like candy. those swirly lollipops specifically!

-but yes very sweet

Mello/Mihael Keehl 🍫

-mello is another BREED

-he's extremely... aggressive.

-he will absolutely grab your face, pull your face up to him to make you.

-also, he has strong, rough kisses

-even if its not supposed to be sexual

-he's grabbing onto your waist, pinning you to a wall, all that shit

-and he obviously tastes like chocolate (duh)

Light Yagami 📓

-Light is 50/50

-like, sometimes he tells you, sometimes he won't

-but if he does, its very soft and gentle

-he slowwwwwly leans in it is romantic fr (i hate light but this is omg)

-he's intense and firey!!!

-like slow, sensual stuff

-i strongly believe he tastes and smells like caramel

L Lawliet 🍰

-L is very obvious about it

-he won't always tell you, but he always gets what he wants

-so he will always always always initiate.

-he's a little sensual, a little intense, but still soft

-he has a habit of grabbing onto your chin, hold onto your face <3

-he's so kind and loving

-he tastes like strawberry cheesecake (AAAHHHHHHH)

#x reader #headcannons #fluff #death note #touta matsuda #touta matsuda x reader #near #nate river #mihael keehl #mello #light yagami #kira #l lawliet #DN #request