#but no really i can’t find my apple pencil :((((

[gojoandtojisleftnut]

Bilingual | JJK men

Pairings: Gojo, Toji, Nanami, Geto x fem!reader

Jjk men with a bilingual girlfriend

Note: I picked Greek and Spanish for this one. I’m sorry if your language isn’t included, they’re the first that came in mind. Don’t come for me please. I hope the translations are correct.

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GOJO

Satoru loves the fact that you’re half Greek. He loves listening to you talk on the phone in your native language, he loves the food your yiayia cooks for him, he loves your loud family and the embarrassing stories they tell him about your childhood. He loves your vacations in Greece and your culture, but most of all he loves, no adores when your speak to him in Greek, cause you usually do it when you’re mad at him. You asked him to do the dishes while you were at work, but fucking around with Geto took his mind completely off the dirty plates in the sink. And now here you are standing in the kitchen scolding him

“Έλεος Σατορου, ένα πράγμα σου ζήτησα να κανεις! Θεέ μου!” (Have mercy Satoru, I asked you to do one thing! My god!) You continued your rambling when a smirking Gojo came and smoothly wrapped his hands around your waist and whispered in your ear. “I love when you speak to me in Greek angel. Turns me on.” Satoru always knows how to make you blush and this boy has no shame at all but that doesn’t stop the fact that you’re still visibly angry at him. “Satoru you’re not making your way out of this by seducing me. I gave you one simple task” “I’m an idiot and I forgot. I’ll do them now, don’t be mad at me baby please, σαγαπω?” (Sayapo, I love you) he said with a cheeky smile, tilting his head to the side, not really sure if he said the word right. You look up at his ocean eyes and let a laugh escape your mouth. I mean you can’t stay mad at your love “και εγώ σαγαπω, κι ας είσαι ηλίθιος” (I love you too, even if your an idiot.) you tell him and walk away from him towards the living room. “hey what’s that that supposed to mean?!” he shouts at you watching you walk away “wash the dishes Satoru!”.

NANAMI

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again this man is husband material. Since your relationship got serious he decided to start taking Spanish lessons to learn the language and your culture. He thought it’d be a good idea and a good opportunity to bond even more.

“No baby this is wrong. It’s : A María le encantan las manzanas. (Maria loves apples)” but your boyfriend couldn’t help but get distracted by your accent and full lips. How determined you were to help him. “Ken are you listening to me?” your big eyes look up to find his “Yes sweetheart I’m listening.” “Okay let’s continue.” 10 minutes go by and he can’t take it anymore, his head is about to explode. So he stops you, taking the pencil out of your hands and putting a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “How do you say in Spanish that I love you very much. That you’re the most beautiful girl in the world and one day I’ll marry you?” his words make your face turn into a deep red. “Te quiero mucho. Eres la chica más guapa del mundo y algún día me casaré contigo.” As you say the words he requested he starts leaning in and eventually stops when you finish the sentence. He give you a small hum and places his lips on yours. Slowly kissing you until your back is on the floor and he’s hovering over you positioned between your legs.

GETO

Geto is very similar to Gojo, i mean they’re best friends what do you expect. So like gojo Suguru knows he’s in trouble when the Spanish kick in.

He’s sitting on the kitchen stool eating his cereal while you’re leaned against the sink talking on the phone. “¡Dios! Son imposibles.”(God! They’re impossible). This makes Suguru slowly look up from his breakfast. “Dios mío...”(oh my god) you whisper shaking your head in disappointment. “Don’t worry I’ll talk to him, and I’ll find out- Yeah okay, talk to you later- yeah bye.” You hand up the phone and cross your arms looking at your boyfriend who’s know looking back down at his bowl pretending he’s innocent. “Suguru..” no answer “I was taking with Gojo’s girlfriend on the phone. She said you guys were fucking around making fun at the Kyoto faculty when Gojo should’ve been home helping out. Do you have anything to say for yourself?” “Babe, you know how we are. I’m sorry. I’ll call [name] and tell her I’m sorry even though Satoru probably already apologized” he looks at you with worry in his eyes and an uncertain soft smile. He opens his arms, bashfully, signaling for you to come and hug him. You click your tongue and walk towards him. He hugs you and you look down at him. You grab his chin and lift it so he’s looking at you. “Dame un beso” (give me a kiss) “that means you want a kiss right?” “Mhm” you nod you head and you two share a quick smooch. “Don’t be an idiot next time. O te golpearé” (or I’ll smack you) you whisper the last part smiling and you walk away. Leaving him in the kitchen with soggy cereal confused.

TOJI

My man. Lmao. Toji really loves anything about you, you made him a better man. The only thing that gets him in trouble is your dad during family gatherings. There’s an age gap between the two and it doesn’t really sit right with your old man. But leave it to your yiayia to save her favorite ‘grandson’.

“So when are you two getting married?” Your dad asks making Toji choke on his spanakopita your mom made. “Μπαμπά!” (Dad!) you scold him. Toji clears his throat before he speaks “It will happen one day sir. I plan on marrying her.” Your dad keeps talking to him about marriage and throwing in a few shady comments about how you should’ve dated that Greek boy he had found for you. You squeeze your mans thigh and mutter a soft apology. Until your yiayia comes and scolds you father for his behavior, saving Toji and giving him a kiss to his head. “Άσε τα παιδιά. Και εγώ τι κατάλαβα που παντρεύτηκα μικρή;” (leave the kids alone. What did I get from marrying very young?). Lunch went by fast and you’re now at him in bed cuddled up, chatting and making out sporadically. “Your grandma really is something else huh?” He laughs “yeaaahh, she really loves you. She even gave me leftovers for you.” You smile at the idea of your yiayia loving him so much when you feel his lips on your neck. “Σε λατρεύω.” (I adore you). Shocked, you push him away and look at his smirking face “hey! Where did you learn that from?!”

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[winchester-girl67]

My Father's Daughter

Summary: Y/N gets nervous when her anti-possession tattoo heals overnight. On her second attempt to make it stick she meets a boy that she might have more in common with then she thinks.

Requested by @rachelcarroll1819​ : “Can you do ome where the readers is the daughter of luicfer that john and bobby found as a baby bobby ends up raising her as his owns then when angels show up her powers finally show up also and sje in a relationship with either dean or sam ( whichever works for me)”

Pairing: Dean x Nephilim!reader

Square: Tattoo @supernatural-jackles​

Word Count: 5,805

Warnings: some SPN spoilers for season 12-15 (mainly surrounding Jack, and nephilim), not canon, language, adoption and related topics, implied relationship with Dean before the reader’s 18th birthday (reader and Dean are both 18), implied minor allergic reaction, injured!Dean, injuried!reader, blood, a little violence (involving guns/angel blades), angst, a little pining, kissing, fluff

A/N: This is before Castiel joins the Winchester’s side, I also took some liberties with the nephilim lore. Jack is such a fun character to write for, I had to include him in this request… Enjoy :) Also written for @supernatural-jackles​’ Tell Me a Story bingo.

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“What the H-E-double-hockey-sticks?” You gasped at your reflection in the mirror. “Balls, that can’t be a good sign.”

You held open the collar of your flannel and traced your fingers over the unblemished flesh below your collarbone. It was easy to ignore when it happened the first time. A pencil standing on its point for three seconds longer than it should’ve was easy to play off as an illusion soaked in extreme boredom at the time. Strange occurrences were common especially around the Winchesters or anyone involved with the Winchesters, but this was- wasn’t possible. It was your eighteenth birthday yesterday and Dean brought you to get your first tattoo, an anti-possession symbol. You had it inked into the left side of your chest over your breast, just like him, but now it was gone as if it had... healed.

You decided not to tell anyone and buttoned your shirt a little higher than usual. You would just go back to the tattoo parlour today before you met up with Dean. You kept the little anomalies like this to yourself more often than not lately, after finding out you were adopted and who your biological father really was. Lucifer. Talk about daddy issues. You didn’t want anyone finding out that you had inherited anything from him. Eighteen years without a single sign of angelic anything and now you couldn’t deny there was something filtering through you, trying to get out. It felt like power.

“Meeting Dean this early, pumpkin?” Your father, Bobby, asked as you bounced down the stairs and into the kitchen. You nodded, not wanting to lie to him but it was for the best, “Do your old man a favour and grab something to eat before you head out.”

“Alright, dad.” You said, grabbing an apple from the fridge.

“You make sure that boy gets you home in time for dinner,” he cocked an eyebrow at you, “I mean it this time, Y/N. I will get my shotgun out if you’re a minute past six, got it?”

You were his little girl, but he wouldn’t actually shoot Dean, right?

You laughed and nodded, playing it off as a joke. He could only be about eighty-percent serious, at most. You didn’t have a curfew but tonight was an exception. There were family and friends and family-friends, coming over to celebrate your birthday, since yesterday was a weekday and Bobby had steaks marinating in the fridge.

“We’ll be home on time, promise. Bye, daddy.” You pecked him on the cheek and turned his cap around so the visor was in the back.

“Always with the damn hat,” he grumbled as he fixed it back to the front.

You giggled as you twirled out of the room and bit into your apple. You took a couple of bites before holding it between your lips as you laced up your boots and slipped on your jacket.

Outside, you chucked the core into the tall grass opposite the house and climbed onto your motorcycle. You started it up and pulled your hair into a quick braid for the wind, otherwise it would tangle to an extent that could never be brushed out, and took your helmet off the handlebars. You secured the strap under your chin and revved the engine as you kicked it into gear, fish-tailing around before speeding off down the laneway.

Leaves were changing colour and it was cooler outside now. For a moment you wished you had remembered your gloves but you would power through, the tattoo parlour wasn’t too far away anyway. You chose a different parlour across town than the one Dean had brought you to, just in case the artist that tattooed you the day before was on shift today too. Too many questions would be asked and you didn't have the answers.

It was easier this time around, since you knew what to expect and how much it would sting, but you hated that Dean wasn’t there to hold your hand. The woman wiped away the excess ink when she was done the final flame and held up a mirror for you to see. You grinned at the permanent ink, marring your flesh the same way it did Sam and Dean and Bobby and every other hunter you knew.

To anyone else, they’d probably think it was odd but to you it meant protection and family. It was pretty, even with the red raw edges that would eventually flatten out as your skin healed. You loved the way new tattoos raised the skin and appeared to jump out at you. You felt like a badass sporting your fresh ink and bit your lip at your excited smile.

The artist snapped a pic for her portfolio and the shop’s website and you noticed a boy about your age smiling at you from behind the gap in the privacy curtains. He was sitting in the waiting area with his hands on his knees and just staring. At. You.

“Hello.” He said when you passed him on your way out.

His blonde hair was combed to the side, unlike Dean’s whose was always spiked up like an angry hedgehog. You gave him a nod of your head and nothing more. Glancing back at the parlour as you climbed onto your motorcycle, partially just to make sure he didn’t follow you out. He didn’t give off any creeper vibes but he was… odd.

“Ow,” you hissed suddenly as your chest burned. You pulled aside your flannel to see the tattoo glowing white hot before it fizzled out. Your body healing itself again and your tattoo disappearing. You looked up at the tattoo parlour sullenly, there would be no point in trying again. “Shit-balls.”

Just when you thought puberty was over. What the hell was going on with your body now? All you could think was that your bio-dad’s genes were finally kicking in.

It would be easy enough to hide it from Bobby, not so much Dean. Things were getting heated between you two lately and it was inevitable that he’d see you in a bra again. The thing was, the only people who knew about your bio-dad were John, who had passed away a couple years ago and Bobby, who promised never to tell another living soul; especially the boys. Sam would probably understand but he was four years younger than you and he couldn’t keep a secret from his older brother. Dean on the other hand, thought of things in black and white and anything tainted with the blood of a monster must be a monster in and of itself. And Lucifer was a monster, you heard the stories.

You wanted to be like Bobby, not your bio-dad and you wanted Dean to keep loving you. Which you weren’t entirely sure was possible if you told him that you were a nephilim. Until recently you had been questioning it yourself but you couldn’t ignore the weirdness surrounding you anymore or the dreams you’d been having of a man with glowing red eyes, a raspy voice calling out to you. You always woke up in a cold sweat and now you were thinking they might be more than just dreams. Maybe if you’d said something Bobby could help you make them stop.

You started up your motorcycle and pulled on your helmet, glancing back at the parlour one last time and watching as the blonde boy walked down the steps. He still had a smile on his face when his blue eyes met yours and he raised his hand to wave. Then he started walking towards you and you didn’t stick around to find out what he wanted. You weren’t in the mood to be hit on, although you didn’t get that vibe from him. He had more of an innocence about him. You still weren't in the mood.

You must’ve drove past the laneway to your house six times before you decided you couldn’t face your father or everyone else who had congregated there for your birthday dinner. Bobby had bragged about you finally getting your anti-possession tattoo and becoming a real hunter and what if someone asked to see it? How could you explain that?

You went to the one quiet place where you could always think. The graveyard on the west side of town. You didn’t know anyone there but you felt it was nice if someone visited them from time to time. You were always respectful and you liked to sit on the bench at the back between the overgrown trees. The spot was hidden from the road and you could hear the resident owl from time to time.

It was late now and well past six, when dinner was supposed to be ready. Bobby would likely be fuming or worried as hell, probably both. On the brightside, Dean would be with him and everyone else so Bobby would have no reason to blame him or shoot him. Except it was possible he still might try.

You checked your phone to find too many messages from both Bobby and Dean, all asking where you were and when you were getting back. One more recent one asking if you were in trouble. You typed off an ‘I’m fine’ when you heard the leaves crunch under the weight of a sneaker.

You whipped your head around to find the blonde boy from the tattoo parlour peeking out from behind the trunk of a tree. He smiled brightly as he slowly approached you, waving again and if you were about to make a run for it, you no longer felt the need.

“Hello, I’m Jack. I’m sorry if I scared you earlier. This is my first time..." he paused, seemingly struggling to find the word, "-talking." He grinned again.

“O-okay.”

Did he just break some sort of oath-of-silence or something?

You were still skeptical even if you weren’t scared. He wasn’t all that big, kinda skinny, you could take him in a fight if you had to.

“Are you following me?” You asked, he smiled and nodded like he didn’t understand how creepy it was to admit to following someone. “Why, -the fuck?” You almost laughed, it was so awkward, but you settled for a single puff of air. “How’d you find me?”

"I've been looking for you, I’ve been wanting to meet you, you're not easy to find, I can only sense you some of the time -This place is nice." He glanced around, it was hardly the word you would use to describe a graveyard but what-the-hay there were stranger things at foot, “You seem troubled. Can I help?"

"Um, no? I'm just a bit confused. You ‘sensed’ me?" You asked, squinting your eyes up at him.

"You put off an energy when you're stressed and I could tell you needed me. It smells like... sour strawberries -Are strawberries good?" He asked and tilted his head. Dude was weird, but probably harmless.

“Um, yeah, when they have chocolate on them, otherwise they make my tongue feel funny.” You shrugged, Dean had bought you chocolate covered strawberries for Valentine’s day, almost made it worth the itchy throat. “Why do you think I need you? I don't need you, I don't even know you.”

“We have more in common than you think.” He alluded and you wanted to wipe that smirk off his face as he stood there.

“I’m getting impatient, Jack, and you won’t like me when I’m impatient.” You quipped and he tilted his head in confusion. Dean was rubbing off on you, after all those hours watching ‘classic’ movies with him. “Okay, I’ll bite. Why do you feel so familiar?” That was the feeling you were picking up from him, a closeness; you finally figured it out.

“I’m your brother.”

Your face blanched, “The only person I’d consider a brother is Sammy -even if it is a little awkward since I am dating his actual brother- but we’re not related, we just grew up together, sort of... our dad’s knew each other and we hung out… quite a bit actually but that’s not the point. I don’t have blood relatives, up here, anyway.”

“But we have one in common, down there." Jack pointed as he laughed and sat down beside you.

You scooched over to the end of the bench, "So... Your father...?"

"Is Lucifer, yes, and so is yours." He said.

Did he always smile? He seemed too cheery to be a descendant of the Devil himself. At least you had the decency to be unbearably irritable once a month.

"Prove it," you smirked back snidely. Yup, too much time around Dean.

"Okay," he pulled a long silver blade from his jacket, one you knew as an angel blade and levitated it in the air. He moved his fingers and the blade mimicked his motions. "Pretty cool, huh?"

You nodded and remembered the pencil; could you do something like that someday? Maybe you had to focus more or less, he didn't seem to put much effort into it.

"Do you want to try?" He asked, grabbing the blade from mid air and handing it over to you. "It's easy, just focus on what you want it to do and make it happen."

You focused on the blade in your hands and squinted your eyes, picturing it spinning in a circle like a top. You almost burst a blood vessel in your eye before you huffed and gave up, "It's no use! I can't do it."

"You're just trying too hard. We can work on it," he smiled again and you handed him back the blade.

Jack wasn't a threat, somehow you just knew, but how long was he planning on staying? And if he stayed you'd have to explain yourself and him to Bobby, that wasn't something you were looking forward to.

"Do you have any tattoos?" You asked.

"No, should I?" He asked, his smile fell and he looked worried for a moment as if you wouldn't like him if he didn't.

"I tried to get one, twice now, but it keeps healing." You pulled open your flannel a little to touch the skin where the tattoo should've been. "Kinda sucks, you know? I've been injured on hunts before and I have scars, so it doesn't make any sense to me. Why now?"

"Maybe..." he thought and tucked the blade back into his jacket, "Your powers are only developing now because you grew up slowly. You had a normal adolescence."

"I'd hardly call my childhood normal," you rolled your eyes. You were raised as a hunter and Bobby took you out for target practice every Sunday and when John and the boys were in town, you would have to participate in sparring and weapons training, all before you could read. And when you could read, lore was added to your studies along with your typical -normal school work. "How come you have your powers already then? You're about my age."

"I had to grow up faster than you, there are things -people here that want to hurt me and I needed them to protect myself." He explained, “That’s probably why yours are just showing up, your body feels it too.”

“Feels what?”

“Our father, his return.”

“Bio-dad, Lucifer?” You huffed, “Uh-yeah, I don’t think so. My surrogate dad sealed him in a cage eighteen years ago with the late-great John Winchester, you might’ve heard of him? Trust me, dude, we’re safe.”

“You can’t feel him? Maybe I can help you along,” Jack reached out to touch your forehead with two fingers and before you could push his hand away your body was flooded with images, feelings, light, dark, energy -it was too much and you pulled away, trying to catch your breath and blink away the numbing headache.

You gulped and met his blue eyes, “How are you only a day old?!”

Not only had he transferred everything he felt to you but also every memory he ever had, tracing back to even when they were just feelings in the womb of his mother. You didn’t remember any of the same stuff from your own life. How could you be the same but totally different? You were stressed beyond belief, your mind racing a mile a minute and that’s when you noticed the pulsing light coming from your palms.

“Um, Jack,” you said, inspecting your palms and turning them to face him as the light got brighter and pulsed more frequently with every heavy heartbeat. “What’s happening to me?”

“I helped you find your powers, they were -uh… hidden. I just pulled them to the surface so now you can access them.” He smiled and you gaped as a single pulse of light left your palms, hitting Jack like a force field and knocking him off the bench. He landed a good ten metres away but shook it off and stood back up, “-Ouch.”

Voices filled your mind as if multiple people were whispering in your ears all at once and they kept getting louder and louder until all you heard was a blaring hiss as if a radio was in the midst of tuning. You fell off the bench, clutching your ears with your hands, squeezing your eyes shut as if it would help.

You screamed over the noise though you couldn’t hear yourself, “Jack! Jack!”

You felt his hands rest over yours and a moment later the noise faded away. You sighed and blinked open your eyes. Your ears felt as if they were bleeding and you touched them to check.

“What the balls was that?” You asked, catching your breath.

“Angel radio, I forgot to warn you it can be overwhelming but you’ll get the hang of it. It gets easier to tune out with practice.” Jack said, helping you to your feet.

“I don’t like it.”

“Yeah, me either.”

“All I really heard was buzzing, will I be able to understand them? When I get the hang of it.” You could hardly believe this was your life now, hearing angelic voices in your head and pulsing shockwaves from your palms.

“Yes,” he nodded, “The pain will always be there though.”

“What were they saying?” You asked, noticing the dirt on your jeans and brushing off your knees.

“It was a distress signal about Lucifer.” Jack explained, brushing some crumpled bits of dried leaves from your shoulder.

You heard someone approach, heavy on their heels, “Get away from her!” Dean yelled with his gun drawn, eyeing Jack like he was ready to kill.

But you didn’t want him to hurt Jack, your little brother, “Dean, No!” You spun around and held up a hand. You didn’t mean to release another shockwave and it sent Dean flying into the tree behind him. He hit it back first and slumped to the ground, unconscious. “DEAN!”

You ran to him and cradled him in your arms, pulling his head to your chest. Tears welled in your eyes and dripped onto his cheeks as you curled over him and rocked back and forth. You didn’t know if it was your new powers but you could tell he wasn’t okay. He hit his head hard and you didn’t even know if he’d wake back up.

“Stay right there, boy.” You heard your father’s voice warn Jack as he approached you.

“Daddy?” You sobbed.

“It’s okay, pumpkin, he’s gonna be okay.” Bobby crouched next to you and inspected Dean’s head. His hand was covered in blood when he touched the back of it. He frowned and scrubbed the other palm over his scruff, “Oh, balls! Hang on, Dean.”

“Y/N,” Jack risked a step forward even with Bobby’s gun still trained on him. “I can help him. I’ve done it before.”

He had, hadn’t he? A single memory of Jack healing his birth mom while still in her womb came to mind. He wasn’t lying. You nodded and put your hand on Bobby’s gun to lower it. You weren’t even sure at this point if a bullet could even hurt him... or you anymore. Now that you feel more angelic than human.

Jack knelt next to Dean and laid a hand on his head. His fingers glowed a warm gold, the same colour as his irises and you felt Dean’s body react; his heart stabilizing with stronger beats and his breathing evening out until he began to stir. You watched intently as his green eyes fluttered open and you wiped away your tears, then dried his cheeks with your thumbs.

“Are you okay?” You whispered when he locked eyes with you.

He stared up at you, registering all that just happened and then a shot rang through your ears. Dean sat up and pushed away from you, his gun smoking in his hand and you looked down at your chest. Where he shot you.

“Idjit! What did you do?!” Bobby yelled at Dean and tried to inspect your wound. It actually didn’t hurt all that much and when you opened your shirt, the same golden glow you’d seen moments ago healed the wound until it was as if it was never there.

“That’s not Y/N! What are you, you bitch?! What did you do with her?!” Dean shouted, raising his gun again. "I swear if you hurt her-"

“Boy, you better put that gun down if you wanna see your next birthday.” Bobby warned and Dean glanced between you both, noting that he was the one out of the loop. He lowered the gun but kept it ready on his thigh and felt the back of his head curiously. “I was wonderin’ when those nephilim powers of yours would kick in, the only question I got is... Who in the holy balls is this guy?” Bobby asked, nudging his head towards Jack.

You always loved how he could incorporate balls into any sentence whether it fit or not and you guessed you did it too; you were your father’s daughter after all.

“He’s -um, my brother. Half-brother.” You said and glanced back at Jack who smiled and held a hand up as if to shake your father’s. Bobby didn’t reciprocate though and you added, “On my bio-dad’s side, obviously.”

It was well known that a human mother couldn't survive the birth of a nephilim child. Your note was more to tip off Bobby to shut up in front of Dean about it. Not that Bobby took the hint since he probably felt the cat was out of the bag anyways.

“So, good-old Lucy got sprung from the cage, eh? I figured that would happen eventually -was hoping for more time though.” Bobby grunted and fixed his cap like he did when he was unnerved and not wanting to show it.

“Am I the only one who doesn’t have a fucking clue what in the hell is going on? Y/N?!” Dean huffed and furrowed his brow.

“I -um,” you didn’t know how to explain. “I -um, I’m adopted. Surprise.”

“You’re Lucifer’s daughter?” Dean asked, catching on quickly.

The light in his eyes dimmed at the idea and you knew you needed to correct him and fast.

"No! No, I am Bobby’s daughter and I suppose... a by-product of Lucifer’s sperm donation.”

Dean nodded, then cringed. "That’s kind of gross.”

“I’m still me, Dean, the girl you’re in love with but won’t ever admit it to.” You said, hoping for him to see you the same way he did before. “I’m the same girl.”

“No, you’re not. Your eyes are different.” He stared hard like he was trying to see past something.

You looked to Bobby as if he had the answers, “Your eyes are glowing, pumpkin.”

You imagined your reflection with the eyes you’d seen Jack wear when his powers filtered through him. Then you felt it, the difference, you weren’t in control of them yet, they manifested with the waves in your emotions. It was extremely hard to control.

“Jack, how do I make it stop?” You asked and squeezed your eyes shut.

“Take a deep breath and let it go.” Jack said.

You didn’t think it could really be that fucking easy, but gave it a try. When you opened your eyes again you could feel the light dimming and then extinguish. You were exhausted.

“I wanna go home.” You looked to your father and he nodded. Jack’s smile seemed to turn upside down and you added, “Can Jack come too?”

“Might as well, party’s cleared out anyhow.” Bobby stood up and eyed Jack, sizing him up. You could tell your father didn’t trust him yet, but you knew Jack was good, you could feel it.

“Sorry I missed the party.” You stood up and hugged Bobby.

“Don’t worry about it, pumpkin.” He patted your back and ruffled up your hair when you broke the hug. You frowned and tried to tuck the loose strands of hair back into your braid. “We should get outta here before-”

You heard what could only be described as a rush of feathers before a bald man in a suit appeared before you, "Hello, Robert.”

“It’s Bobby, jackass.”

There was another louder rush and two others appeared next to him. One of them oddly wore a trench-coat over his suit. You knew instantly that these men were angels. You could see their halos shine brightly above their heads. A side effect of finally getting your nephilim powers you assumed. In all your time hunting you hadn't come across any angels, you never wanted to either based off of the stories Bobby and other hunters told you.

"Zachariah," Bobby said, nodding at the bald angel before him, then the other in the tight suit, "Uriel... long time, no see."

You knew from your studies that Uriel was an archangel, by far more powerful than the others, even if he seemed to let Zachariah take charge at the moment.

“I thought we had an understanding." Zachariah continued, "If the nephilim child showed any signs of getting her powers you were supposed to contact me, right away."  

“Like you wouldn’t have known, don’t you have some sort of angelic radar? As soon as the kid showed any signs of grace you'd feel it. That’s why you’re here isn’t it.” Bobby snapped back at the man, or angel wearing some poor sap as a meat-suit like a demon would.

“Precisely, which is why we wanted to avoid an event large enough to attract our attention. She hurt the boy, didn't she? That could've been avoided. She is an abomination and she will offset the order of the universe, given the time; there’s only one way to deal with this sort of thing... Castiel.”

The angel wearing the trench-coat stepped forward with a stoic face as if he was about to carry out some unspoken order. Like a good little soldier of heaven. An angel blade dropped into his hand from his shirtsleeve and he advanced towards you. You stumbled back and Jack grabbed your hand and puffed out his chest. Castiel stopped in his tracks just as both your eyes began to glow.

“That can’t be.” Castiel said as he backed off. He glanced back at Zachariah and then disappeared with a flutter of his wings. At least he knew when he was outranked.

The others however, Zachariah and Uriel, did not retreat and advanced upon you. Each with their own angel blade in hand. You and Jack channeled your powers together and raised your hands. You released a joint shockwave that blew them apart to mere atoms which floated away in the wind like snowflakes on a cold winter day. Your power alone was great, but together it was unmatched.

There would be no issues destroying or caging Lucifer when the time came for it. But you would have to find him first. Or maybe he would find you now that your powers had emerged. Apparently it sent up a pretty big blip on the angelic radar or whatever Bobby called it and Lucifer was probably still connected to that, right? Or at least had some sort of version of it.

"Holy hell,” Bobby cursed, “Come on, Y/N, we best be getting home before someone or something else comes looking for them or who did that to 'em."

You let your father lead the way to his truck and towed Jack along with you. Meanwhile Dean trailed behind keeping a watchful eye on your new found brother. All the while not saying much.

He didn't say anything actually, not even when you remembered your motorcycle. He just took the keys from you so you could drive back with your family. Or maybe he just didn't want to be squished into the cab of that old Ford with a being more powerful than an archangel -that was born yesterday- and your father. Bobby was super protective of you, and Dean and his relationship was strained because of that. It was a miracle they drove here together without someone getting shot now that you thought of it.

And Dean's silent treatment continued for days longer than any fight you'd had with him since you had gotten together. You didn't even know if you were still together anymore. So to say you were surprised to see him show up when Bobby and Jack went out on a day trip for some bonding, was an understatement.

"Hiya, sweetheart." Dean said, standing in the front doorway and glancing behind you, his eyes searching the space. "Bobby out?" He asked, you nodded, "How 'bout your -uh... b-brother?"

"You mean Jack?" You asked, he'd probably just forgotten his name. Dean gave you a soft smile and nodded twice, "Yeah, s'just me home. Why, you come to snuff out the monsters? One abomination at a time?"

Dean pushed his brows together and frowned down at you. "Listen, girly-"

"Girly?!-"

"Y/N," Dean pleaded, slipping your name off his tongue with his hands held up as if to pose no threat. "I know Bobby said you needed time and you didn't wanna talk to me, but I just gotta get this off my chest and then I'm gone, okay? Can you just listen? Please."

That wasn't true. Bobby lied. But you motioned for him to continue anyways.

"I was pissed at you. For not telling me, not trusting me. You were there for me when my father-" Dean choked up and cleared his throat. His eyes watered as he searched for the right words to say, "I just -I didn't understand why you didn't want me there for you, so I blamed you. But then I thought about it, really thought about it and it's no wonder you couldn't trust me, hell, why would you? All I've ever done is maim and kill-"

You'd heard enough, "Dean, I trust you! Nothing's ever going to change that and I didn't tell my dad to tell you shit. You just looked so hurt, I didn't know how to reach out and thought maybe you didn't want me to." You chewed on your lip before you decided to swallow your embarrassment and rolled your eyes at yourself, "Fuck it, I love you." It was the first time either of you said that out loud, "And I know at one point you felt the same about me and I guess, I'm just hoping that's still the case?"

Dean gave a delicate nod and shrug of his shoulders, "You'll always belong with me, Y/N." He confessed and stepped forward to wrap his arms around you. You let him and he pressed his forehead to yours. "And I care about you, too."

It hurt a little that he didn't say it back, but that was close enough for you. Dean wasn't touchy-feely in the case of emotions and you didn't need to make him say it. You felt it in the way he clutched you to him and you sunk into his embrace.

Dean pressed a hard kiss to your temple and another open lipped kiss to your cheek. You felt the heat of his breath on your lips before his mouth molded to yours and your tongues touched. His movements were slow and passionate and when his fingertips touched that ticklish spot on your neck you giggled into the kiss.

He felt like coming home; safety and warmth in his arms. Even if you didn't need protecting anymore, it was nice. It was the first time in days you let yourself relax and it seemed like you weren't the only one.

Dean pulled away to let you catch your breath and you slowly blinked open your eyes to meet his. He let out a breathy chuckle and his forehead fell to yours again, his eyes admiring yours with an amused grin on his face.

"Your eyes are glowing," he breathed and sucked on his bottom lip. "You are so damn beautiful.” And he brushed the hair from your face. “You’re everything to me.” You felt his eyelashes brush your cheek and his hand sink from your lower back to grip your butt cheek. "You’re my everything.”

Your cheeks instantly hurt from smiling so bright at his words.

His other hand met on your backside and you squealed when he squeezed hard enough to bruise, but only for a second. Dean chuckled, slapped your butt and kissed you again. And you got lost in it.

Until the backdoor slammed shut, “Boy, get your damn hands off my daughter!" Bobby commanded as he set the cooler he was carrying on top of the counter.

Jack followed in behind him and smiled at Dean with a small wave.

Dean stopped kissing you and raised his hands as he stepped away from you. He was grinning wildly and biting his lip, his eyes roaming your body like they always did before they held your gaze.

You so easily fell back into the way things were before with him and this was the good part. The part where you could speak novels with a wink of an eye. It was like a language only the two of you could speak and he was saying 'I still love you, so damn much'.

Your father cleared his throat and you rolled your eyes, "Dad, I thought you said you were taking Jack fishing? Shouldn't that take a couple more hours?"

"Not a chance, pumpkin." Bobby side-eyed Dean, "Besides, kid, already caught a week's worth. He's a natural." He boasted, coming around to Jack much faster than you expected him to.

"I'm a natural," Jack repeated and beamed with a little tilt of his head. He bounced on his heels, twice, he was so excited.

You groaned and shook your head, "I'm surrounded by dorks."

"What's a dork?" Jack asked and furrowed his brow.

Dean answered, "A little brother."

_________________________ Dean: @akshi8278 @laycblack @thoughts-and-funnies @mrsjenniferwinchester @crustycheeks @kazsrm67 @sexyvixen7 @lyarr24 @suckitands33  @eliwinchester99 @yvonneeeee @igotmajordaddyissues @djs8891 @leigh70 @globetrotter28

Forever SPN: @hobby27​

Tell Me a Story Bingo: @princessvader15

#tell me a story bingo #dean x nephilim!reader #dean x reader #dean x you #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean x y/n #dean winchester x y/n #dean x #dean winchester x #spn fanfic #supernatural reader insert #jack kline fanfic #spn reader insert #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #dean one shot #Supernatural fanfic

[muguathepapaya]

I can’t find my Apple Pencil but I don’t get much motivation and time anymore, so I pulled out my copic markers.

Gear 5 Luffy

I should really get some proper paper, I had to use watercolour paper.

#monkey d. luffy #papayadraws #one piece spoilers #one piece #luffy #luffy gear 5 #Nika #copic markers

[natendo-art]

feeling super guilty bc I barely got any art done tonight. I started to angsty sketches, but I just can’t find the motivation to finish them.

I literally just sit with my Apple Pencil in my hand starting at my iPad screen.

I feel like almost a physical barrier when I try to draw, I’m just super frazzled. moments like this really make me want to just give up on art all together. I think I should just go to bed and call it quits

[caelanglang]

What brushes do you use on procreate? I just got an iPad and thought I’d give it a try but all the brushes are giving my primal traditional paper and pen drawing brain a headache

Do you have any tips?

Thanks

As someone who prefers paper too, I totally understand. I enjoy the built-in sketching brushes of procreate! If you’re using an Apple Pencil, tilting it gives pencil like results! Here are some of my favorites (these are all on default settings)

Pencil tests ft. Dazai

If you want a digital brush, the one that I am using for most of my sketches came from a brushset I found on Bilibili! I lost the original source but the brushset name is called NAY. I tried looking for them again on Bilibili but I couldn’t find them anymore I’m so sorry T-T)// I would love to share the brushset but I can’t do it without asking for permission….

But here’s the brush settings of my favorite brush from the set! (I highly recommend customizing your own brushes if you wanna mess around! :3)

Also for streamline, I love increasing that one for my fave brushes just so that I could have cleaner lines :)) I have a procreate pencil and 6b pencil duplicates of the exact same settings but with increase streamline

ps. I actually don’t know much about these settings but mess around and find what suits you the most if :,3

If you also want to have the traditional eraser feel, I recommend lowering the opacity of your eraser! It gives the sketch on paper vibe more imo :))

For coloring I use airbrushes and also mess around with the ink brushes! Here are some of the built-in brushes I love using

To be honest, I like to gather different brushes I find on the internet and test them out as I paint, so I don’t really have a ‘main’ preference but these are the built-in ones I always resort to for coloring! (Airbrushes of all kinds of range save lives in my humble opinion) let me know if you want me to compile some brushes / artists brushes :)) I’ll try my best to find them ><;;

Hope this helps! I wish you all the best!!

#procreate has a lot of amazing built in brushes tbh #pls don’t overlook them just because a lot of people are sharing their own custom brushes #pls don’t make the same mistake as I did #but custom brushes are cool too #inbox #wip jail

[cosmicbrowniefan]

ELEMENTARY SCHOOL BYLER HEADCANONS FOR @tntozier !!!!!!!!

okay first off let me just say. i know byler met on the swings but i have a headcanon that they met dustin and lucas on the playground too

dustin and lucas tried going down a tube slide at the same time and the two got stuck and this was mike and will’s first time meeting them, just hearing them both yelling for help from the tube slide

ok now back to byler specific headcanons

first day that they meet they come out of school holding hands and run up to joyce and karen asking if they can have a playdate

and they can <3

so they go to mike’s house that day and karen makes them sandwiches and they learn that they both like peanut butter and butter sandwiches

bc these mfs like syrup on their eggs, yeah they like peanut butter and butter

also will is allowed to stay at the wheeler house for any and all reasons, especially when lonnie is being an ass

(and i think jonathan too, i’m a fan of jancy as childhood friends but that’s another post in itself)

anyway back in school

these two write books together and ask their teacher to read them to the class

mike writes and will draws ofc and they’re all stories about these two knights who go on adventures and save their kingdom

(and they look awfully like will and mike but WHAT noooo that’s not them what are you talking about)

i also have a hc that will has trouble reading and spelling but mike is really good at it so he helps will and will doesn’t get frustrated trying to learn about it when mike teaches him bc mike’s so patient and kind about it

the day before will’s birthday he’s over at mike’s and will starts crying to mike about how he wants to be home to make his birthday cupcakes for the class the next day but his parents are fighting :(

and karen overhears this so she goes out and gets ingredients and the three of them make will’s birthday cupcakes together <3333333

and frosting ends up all over the boys and all over the kitchen but karen doesn’t care bc they’re happy and laughing and it’s distracting will and that boy deserves everything

mike tries to eat those erasers that are designed to look like food

will tells karen to not buy those for mike anymore

on field trips will gets the window seat and his job is always to alert mike if they pass by any cows

mike clicks markers to join them together and tries to convince will to do the same so they can have lightsaber fights

mike gets in trouble for this but will tells the teacher that he’s the one who told him to do it so they both go in time out together

on snow days mike comes over to will’s house and jonathan takes them to “the best sledding hill in hawkins” and the three boys comes back and joyce makes them hot cocoa and they fall asleep watching movies together <3

also elementary byler holds hands all the time

mostly initiated by mike

mike will be going to the water fountain or something and then look around and be like “wait where’s my will” and finds him and grabs his hand to take him along

mike always sharpens his pencils down until the eraser touches the tip of the pencil

will always puts a spare pencil in mike’s backpack when his pencil gets like that bc “HOW do you WRITE with that??”

will calls mike “mikey” like 24/7

karen and joyce pack their sons the same lunch every day

karen packs mike a sandwich, an apple, and chips

and joyce packs will a sandwich, an orange, and chips

and mike and will always switch the apple and orange bc they like the other better

mike can’t read an analog clock but will helps him, just like mike helps will with his reading and spelling

they have matching slap bracelets

I LOVED WRITING THESE

#stranger things #byler #stranger things headcanons #byler headcanons

[nickeverdeen]

(gender of the matchup doesn’t matter)

fandom: arcane, arrow, mcu

gender: diversnixic (they/she/he/static/dino)

orientation: biromantic (male lean but doesn’t matter much), asexual

zodiac :: sagittarius

MBTI :: INFP-T

looks :: shoulder-length dirty blonde hair, gray blue eyes, cozycore or black clothes, painted black nails

personality :: depends on my mood tbh, i can be bubbly and outgoing af, i can be calmer, quiet and slightly depressed sleepy, and i can be the most chaotic murderous person you’ll ever meet, but i’m usually the second option (calm, quiet, sleepy), i’m also kinda sensitive at times

likes :: fidgets, drawing, animals, true crime, snacks, comfy clothes, jewelry/shiny things, sleeping, bread, stuffed animals, reading, rainy days, blankets, glitter

dislikes :: homophobes, jerks, bullies, unfair exclusionists, being super cold/hot, being abandoned, spotify ads, my apple pencil dying at the most inconvenient times

hobbies/interests :: true crime, reading, writing, playing video games, scrolling through social media, collecting knives, collecting stuffed animals, watching tv, drawing/art

mental health :: i have depression, social anxiety/reg. anxiety, adhd, autism, alexithymia, and more.

physical health :: i have hypermobility and fibromyalgia/chronic pain.

Your Arcane match is…

Mel

Always fixing your clothes even when not needed

It’s just her bad habit

Thinks you have an interesting personality

Can be scary yet she loves it

Seeing how sleepy you are she’s concerned about your sleeping schedule

Mel can and will get you some fidgets and true crime tapes or books

She isn’t really into horror and crimes, but she doesn’t mind it

If anyone would make fun of you for having stuffed animals they’d greatly

Cuddles under blanket on rainy days while watching your or her favourite movie

No-one definetly dares to say crap about you

Buys you Spotify premium

She’s rich

She can afford it

Mel doesn’t look like it, but she knows about a lot of mental and physical health

Doesn’t give two quacks about your ADHD or autism, it really doesn’t bother her

Your Arrow match is…

Roy Harper

Flirts with you 24/7

Plays with your hair while cuddling together

Lets you take some of his clothes

(mainly hoodies)

Roy also has this two sided personality

No problem for him

Doesn’t really get why you like stuffed animals so much

But he doesn’t make a big deal out of it

Finds it badass that you like collecting knifes

He also likes true crime

It can be tapes, books, movies, serie, etc.

Bad day? Let’s watch a true crime document

Or let’s cuddle peacefully

Can and will throw hands if someone is disrespectful towards you

Roy doesn’t want to let these things slide

You guys gotta suffer Spotify adds together

He can’t afford premium

He knows exactly how to help you if anything gets wrong mentally or physically

Your MCU match is…

Bucky Barnes

Just like Roy he’d flirt with you most of the day or all day

Compliments your eyes a lot

He is always here to give you a shoulder to cry on

Or just to comfort you

Bucky would never think that you’re into true crimes things

Doesn’t mind it though

Like Roy again, gets you books or movies about it

You’re the only person who he lets call him “Buck” or by any pet name

Likes to call you “doll” or “baby”

Just like in Mel’s case, no-one dares to be disrespectul towards you

They know that they’d have a problem with Bucky

He has things for knifes

So when he found out you collect them he was smiling af

Bucky would never in his life abandon you

Man suffers from a lot of mental “issues” himself

Sam would probably get you both a therapist

Constant teasing about your relationship with Bucky from Sam

Bucky can and will kill and die for you

Protective boyfriend vibes

#request #headcanons #matchups #exchangematchup #arcane x reader #mel arcane #arcane mel x reader #arcane mel #the arrow #roy harper #roy harper x reader #mcu bucky barnes #bucky barnes #bucky barns x reader

[bobbybutterfly]

Background studies inspired by Stardew Valley!

The other day I was trying to post some art on tumblr but I didn’t know how to get it on my computer from Procreate. I ended up typing up paragraphs on my tablet. My dad was horrified at the sight of me typing one letter at a time with my Apple Pencil and went to get our Bluetooth keyboard. While we were getting the keyboard connected to the tablet the post got messed up. I ended up putting the keyboard to the side and started to paint these. Now I can’t find the keyboard and I can’t ask dad because he’s at joga with mom. Back to typing two letters at a time this time because now I’m typing with fingers and also learned how to stop my keyboard from constantly changing the language from English to Slovak.

That tangent aside, about the paintings. I love painting environments after watching Solar Sands two videos on Liminal Spaces. Also a lot less people paint environments because they find it hard. Which makes me feel like I’m an art master. Oh yeah!

Nah. As always there’s plenty things I could improve upon. As my teachers said my style is very impressionistic. Also know as I am lazy and don’t do a lot of details. I learned to do more details and polish my art during the first year of art high school. I had a teacher in drawing class that had a complete opposite art style to mine and really pushed me to get better.

I may try to find some comic or a for which I can do backgrounds. For some reason my brain can only draw characters in blank voids or empty environments. When I try to combine the two it just doesn’t work. Though I am getting better. But getting a job would be for when my mental health improves. If I did it now I would get burned out pretty quick.

More time to improve and create a portfolio!

Bobby out!

#fanart #stardew valley #my art #digital art #procreate #background #background art #farm #cottage vibes #cottagecore

[warden-melli]

My Apple Pencil tip keeps unscrewing itself, and I don’t know if it’s broken, or if the tip just needs replacing? I’ve googled it a bit, and I can’t really find an answer. It’s always unscrewed itself occasionally, but it’s been happening more and more and it’s really annoying

#going to try buying some new tips and hopefully that fixes it. I do NOT want to have to buy a new pencil :( #Melli speaks #apple pencil

[danimorgan2004]

Reasons pt 2

Tim was twelve, the youngest out of the four of us, but just cause he was the youngest didn’t mean anything. Tim was the most enthusiastic about being a Wayne. He had the strength and dignity Bruce wanted us all to have but Tim was the one that usually got the praise and first place in Bruce’s eyes. Dick was the oldest. He was 23, and he never really wanted to be Robin in the first place but eventually he learned to like it. Dick wasn’t home much since he decided he wanted to move out and get a real job during the day so he left Gotham and got a job as a detective, So he doesn’t come around much leaving Alfred and I to look out for him. Our other brother Damian was 19, He went off to college so he could take over Wayne enterprises when Bruce retired, But he was supposed to come home soon so he can get back on patrol. He missed it and he kept up with news here while he was away so he’s up to date on everything here and He really wants to come home. We all had our roles as Robin but Tim was still too young to actually be Robin but we needed him on Patrol and I convinced Bruce to let him train with us and i was the only one who saw that Tim was ready so Bruce let him come on patrol sometimes on weekends, so we always called him Red Robin, Who will continue to be Red Robin when his time to fill the role comes. I don’t have a name in suit but Damian was Robin till he left so lately it's been just me out on Patrol. 

“Not yet but I heard from Damian” I said, watching as Tim looked at me in surprise

“Really how’s he doing?” Tim asked as I grabbed an apple off the counter next to him

“Well he’s doing good. He might come see us soon, Didn’t say when just that he should be home soon” I said 

“Oh and what about Dick?” He asked

“He’s safe, that’s all I heard. Hopefully he’ll reach out soon. Did you do your homework?” I said changing the subject

“I was going to ask Alfred to help me with it but I haven’t seen him yet” Tim said boredly

“Tell you what, We’ll do our homework together and then we can go down to the cave and look at a few files for Dad. Sound good?” I ask giving him a cookie from the cabinet

“Deal” he said jumping down from the counter and going to get our backpacks from the living room

I met him in the study after I went to my room to change out of my uniform and put on a pair of jeans with a tank top with one of Damians old flannels. Tim was digging through his backpack when I came in and sat down next to him. 

“Can I borrow a pencil? I can’t find mine” He said freaking out a little

“Behind your ear kiddo” I said grabbing it for him

He smiles and then starts working on his assignment as I finished mine up from earlier. When we finished I put Tim's assignment back in his folder after I checked it over and then put our backpacks by the door. 

I then went to see if I could find Alfred while Tim was putting on his house clothes.

“Alfred?” I said walking into Bruce’s office to see Damian standing next to him

“Dani, Can I help with something dear?” he asked turning to me

“I was just going to let you know Tim and I finished our homework, I double checked it already and I’m bringing Tim with me down to the cave to look at a few files Bruce sent” I said 

“Thank you for letting me know” He said

Damian turned and saw me and opened his arms as if waiting for a hug.

“So I overheard something at the coffee shop this morning. These two people were talking and one said that the person you are now is who you would have felt safest with as a kid” Tim said.

“And I am... literally a version of Robin” he added.

“student. Hero. I love giving hugs. Yeah, makes sense"I said .

“I never noticed that, but I guess I, too, grew into who I'd needed as a child” Alfred said.

Bruce, walked in wearing the Batsuit, covered in blood and scratches, holding a pissed off Damian under one arm and a kennel with a pissed off raccoon in the other

“ Someone tell Damian he can't have a new pet, someone else take this thing back to the woods, the rest of you please dismantle Damian's raccoon house, I'll be downstairs giving Dick stitches as he was the one who found that thing.”

“No! Father! Please don't get rid of Domino! I can train him to only attack our enemies! Just give me time!” Damian pleaded

Tim, Dani and Alfred all side eyeing Bruce.  “Hmmm.”

I ran and gave him a hug thinking about that flashback I just had. Damian squeezed a little, as if saying he was glad I was here

“Okay well I’m going to go hang out with Tim, Come down and say hi before you take off. He’d love to see you” I said to Damian before I left the room

I went and took the elevator down to the cave where Tim was sitting in the chair watching a video of a new police arrest of one of Gotham's more frequent criminals.

“So did you find the files?” I asked him scaring him a little

“Yeah but I was waiting for you to open them” He said looking back at the screen

I stood next to him and pulled up the files and opened d, looking at me worried.

“I got a call from Donna earlier and she said that dad wants me to bring in and train a new Robin. And I think he wants me to pick Jason” I said standing up and putting my hands on my forehead

“Do you know him or something?” Tim asks confused “He’s my best friend” I said 

Tim looked at me worried and then the doors to the Batcave opened and Tim looked behind me and I saw Tim smile with excitement. He jumped up and took off for the door and almost knocked Damian over.

“Hey kiddo, how ya’ been?” He asked Tim.

“I’m good. We just got a new assignment from Dad” Tim said, pulling Damian towards the computers

“What’s this? He asked when he saw Jason’s file on the screen

“Dad wants Dani to bring in a new Robin since Dick left and he picked her boyfriend” Tim said smiling at me 

#jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine

[themculibrary]

Peter & Ned Friendship Masterlist

5 Times Ned Gave Peter His Sweatshirt (ao3) - red_to_black ned/peter T, 6k

Summary: Five times Ned Leeds gave Peter his sweatshirt, and one time Peter returned the favour.

(AKA Ned is a dork in love and Peter’s a mess but someone has to take care of him. That someone is Ned.)

5 Times Spider-Man Needed Help (ao3) - CivilBores, starsinyourveins T, 23k

Summary: …and the one time Peter Parker did.

A Better Friend (ao3) - friendofspiderman G, 591

Summary: Fictober Prompt #28 - "do I have to do everything here?"

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When your best friend is Spider-Man, you get used to picking up the slack.

A Friend in N(e)ed (ao3) - bluhawk G, 471

Summary: My best friend asked me to write "some wholesome friendship between Spidey and Ned". How could I say no to that?

Ned comforts Peter after the post-credit scene of Far From Home.

A So-So Popsicle (ao3) - friendofspiderman G, 393

Summary: Fictober Day #21 - "this, this makes it all worth it"

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Ned tries to cheer up an injured Peter with Spider-Man popsicles.

I'll be there for you ('cause you're there for me too) (ao3) - Want_to_read234 G, 1k

Summary: Peter Parker and Ned Leeds would probably describe their friendship as friendship at first sight.

It may sound cheesy but it is what it is.

It’s not SELF pity (ao3) - ChocolateAndRedbull G, 1k

Summary: When Peter and Ned come down with the stomach flu, it’s up to MJ to look after her boys

It's The Great Big Christmas Tree, Mr. Stark! (ao3) - ciaconnaa T, 2k

Summary: Peter and Ned cut down a Christmas tree that's way too big. And they need Iron Man to take it.

Ned Leed’s field trip to Stark Industries (ao3) - Drake_DiAngelo G, 15k

Summary: Your generic Field Trip trope, but slightly different because it’s Ned centric and hopefully everyone stays in character.

Also, Peter is absolutely everywhere they go but they never quite manage to actually see him. (Or realize its him) They did see Spiderman though, so that’s nice.

Ned the Dumbwaiter (ao3) - whumphoarder G, 3k

Summary: Peter gets horribly sick on Halloween night and his very overwhelmed Guy In The Chair attempts to take care of him. But when both boys find themselves in over their heads, Tony takes over.

Not All Heroes Wear Masks (ao3) - MondayVibes G, 4k

Summary: Peter’s ears were still ringing and his limbs were still cramping uncontrollably when he finally—finally—spotted the poorly fitting catsuit and garish wig that he’d seen way too many times in the weeks leading up to HeroCon. Clumsily, he dropped from the façade of a half-ruined building and all but collapsed on the sidewalk next to Ned.

“Dude,” he gasped out, as Ned jumped, wide-eyed and wild-haired, at his sudden appearance. “I need your coat. That cheap Thor knock-off fried my webshooters I can’t get out of here before the cops show up.”

Across the street, a Tony Stark with a penciled-on goatee and a Goddess of Thunder were comforting a crying Iron Man. A Captain America was cautiously brushing off his ruined shield. In the distance, sirens were wailing.

And maybe Sparky’d fried Peter’s brain along with his suit, but the whole if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em was starting to sound like a really good idea right now.

Nothing Like the Movies (ao3) - friendofspiderman T, 1k

Summary: Fictober Prompt #2 - "you have no proof"

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Ned gets kidnapped and does not play it cool.

Poison Apple (ao3) - whumphoarder G, 5k

Summary: “I-I think something’s wrong with me.”

Ned gives a short laugh. “Pretty sure we established that when you puked in a corn maze. You’ve got like, food poisoning or something.”

Peter shakes his head. “No, not that.” He takes a few short breaths. “Chest feels weird. Kinda hard to breathe.”

the earth turns from sanity (ao3) - teafrqmes G, 846

Summary: Peter forgets that Ned is supposed to come over, which puts Ned in a position for some surprising realizations.

The Guy in the Chair (ao3) - whumphoarder T, 7k

Summary: Between having a reckless superhero for a best friend and dealing with his own family’s vast array of issues, Ned gets used to being everyone’s support system.

The Spider a Web (ao3) - friendlyneighborhoodsecretary G, 3k

Summary: Surprise identity reveals aren't easy for anyone. Not even for your friendly neighborhood Guy in the Chair. A perspective on the events following the FFH credit scene from Ned Leeds.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #peter parker #ned leeds #masterlists

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Crashing on Crush. JJK (m)

Pairing : crush!Jungkook x Female Reader

Synopsis : You are forced to work with Jungkook but it's actually the best thing that could happen.

Words : 4.7k

Warnings : explicit language; (not on this chapter)

A/n : Hi! So many things are going to happen, especially regarding Jungkook's past! Pls check the previous ones :) Don't hesitate to comment. Please keep in mind that English is not my first language. We love Mathilde for fixing my grammar mistakes <3

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As much as you hate it, you do find Jungkook handsome and your heart has been pounding as soon as you noticed him. And you hate that you missed him - the last time you saw him was two weeks ago in the club. You are surprised to see him but also to see he has cut his hair. You can’t help but missing his puffy shoulder-length hair and you want to slap you in the face for that thought. His black locks are now shorter in a mullet-style hair cut with a bang and are lightly curled. But gosh, he looks good. A little too good for your heart’s sake. 

You forget to how to breath when Jungkook stops a few meters from you. You feel your cheeks burning as well as your whole body and it’s not because of the hot and suffocating July of Seoul because the A/C is on inside the art gallery. It’s definitely because of Jeon Jungkook, the devil manifesting in a handsome man figure. 

"Hi, uhm, I have an appointment with Aecha" He says after clearing his throat

"Follow me"

Even if you invite him to walk with you, it looks like you want to run away from him. Fortunately, you quickly arrive to Aecha’s office. You knock and enter, Jungkook by your side. Your colleague offers him a way better smile than you.

"Jungkook, hi! Nice to meet you in person! We are so happy to work with you" Aecha’s voice is warm and magically relaxes Jungkook

"Same here"

He tries to sound cheerful. He is really happy and proud that the gallery has approached him for the project, it will surely help him for his career but he does feel tensed to see you. He can’t deny he hesitated to accept the job but then he saw it as an opportunity to set the record straight with you. He has been so grumpy that even Mina has stopped asking for his attention and let him work in his office at home. Jungkook has imagined hundred of scenarios of what happened between you and the guy after you left and every single one of them ended with you in his arms. By anger and frustration, he even broke his Apple Pencil and had to buy a new one. 

"I am so sorry but I don’t have time to talk details with you personally" Aecha continues, genuinely annoyed "But don’t worry, Y/N is very professional and I’m sure you’ll get along"

Your eyes widen and you throw distraught gazes at Aecha. ‘Please, don’t make me do that!’ You silently beg her. But she doesn’t get it or chooses to ignore it as she hands you the file. You do know the artists and the theme of the exhibition, as well as other details about the events related but you don’t want to work with Jungkook. You know he is supposed to provide different visuals and supports, which means that you are going to deal with him for days. You’re not sure your heart can handle it and you fear your determination to hate him will fail you - to be true, it has already began when he first appeared in the lobby. 

Yet, you have no choice but to take the damn file with shaky hands and ask Jungkook to follow you in the meeting room. 

A feeling of pain and jealousy fills you when you realize that his girlfriend has got to see him everyday and you have no doubt that he has looked damn hot every single day of these two weeks. Even now, in front of you, he is ridiculously handsome in his matching Calvin Klein denim jacket and pants, a white t-shirt finishing his perfect look. You can’t help but wondering if his underwear is also signed CK, which makes you blush. Jungkook is fucking hot like that - would you dare to say that you are aroused by the absence of his usual all-black style? 

You shake your head to erase those filthy thoughts and you sit down. You open and read the file, which gives you a good excuse to not look at Jungkook.

"Did you sleep with him?"

Jungkook’s voice is neutral despite his pounding heart. He couldn’t help but ask you. Even if it breaks his already broken heart, he has to know. His look-the-other-way part argues that if he knows, it’ll get easier to let you go. 

You immediately look up and open your mouth but no sound escapes it. Just by seeing you blushing hard, Jungkook knows. His fists clench and he is angry. Not at you, but at himself. You left with another man, you slept with another man because he pushed you away. He tries to convince himself that the pinch in his heart is due to his bruised man pride but deep down he knows that it’s his feelings for you that have been rattled. 

"It’s none of your business" You eventually decide to answer "Let’s not get personal and stick to a professional behavior"

Jungkook doesn’t say anything but nods, poking on his inner cheek with his tongue. 

Weirdly enough, you both concentrate on work and are able to have a peaceful conversation. Some details are discussed and Jungkook notes some ideas that get through his mind while you give him more informations. 

"Can I see the art pieces? It’ll help to get fully in the right mood" Jungkook asks at some point

"Sure"

You both walk through the art gallery and you can see that Jungkook truly appreciates the architecture of the building. You see his doe eyes sparkle with inspiration and you can practically see all the ideas that are currently filling his brain. Witnessing his passion melts your heart. 

You enter the code of the storage room and motion Jungkook to step in. You explain that you haven’t receive yet all the pieces but you add that he can look at them of the website of the gallery. His back facing you, a sketchbook and a pen in his hands, he is already quickly sketching a few visuals. You are quite intrigued by how fast his brain works and you move forward gingerly. You strand on your tiptoe to look upon his large shoulder and sneak on his sophisticate drawings. 

"Wow" You whisper, almost in his ear, unintentionally 

Jungkook was so focus on his work that he didn’t notice you, but when you opened your mouth he startles and turns his head to your face suddenly. You are so close that your breathes are mixing. His eyes look right into yours but can’t help going down to yours pretty lips. He gulps, a vivid memory of your several passionate kisses coming to his mind. He knows how you taste and he is dying to feel it again on his tongue. He wets his pierced lips with his tongue and the move attracts your glance too. A spontaneous wave of arousal goes straight to your lower belly. 

Thankfully - or not -, staying this long on your tiptoe causes a cramp in your left calf. You immediately step back and wince, holding on the painful leg. 

"What’s going on?" Jungkook asks you, alarmed

"Cramp" You hiss

It doesn’t take long to Jungkook to kneel down and massage your lower leg. You blush hard but convince yourself that it’s due to the pain and not to Jungkook’s warm palms on your skin. But why do you mentally praise you for wearing a yellow wrap dress and not your usual slacks?

"It’s okay, you don’t have to-" You speak up, weakly trying to push his hands away

"Let me do that for you"

His eye is so intense that you only manage to gulp and nod, letting Jungkook rubbing your calf to relax the muscles. You hiss as his fingers palp your aching leg, instinctively grabbing on his large shoulders to not fall. Feeling your hands on him, even through the thick fabric of his denim jacket and under this circumstances, Jungkook feels good. So fucking good. His whole body, that has been tensed for weeks now, softens under your touch. It’s like he was physically missing something that your hands give him back. Someway, it’s the first time you wish your cramp was lasting longer. 

"It’s gone" You say unsurely and, with regret from both sides, Jungkook stands up

"I’m sorry-"

"Don’t. Please don’t" You close your eyes in pain, not willing to remember once again what he did because you surely didn’t forget

You hate him for breaking your heart but you don’t hate him. Quite the opposite actually. You still love him, so fucking much. You can’t change the past and you surely can’t be best friend with him but you can make this professional relationship work. You want it for the gallery but also for Jungkook because you still think he is very talented and deserves the contract. That’s why you take a deep breathe and start talking:

"Look, I know things have been… weird between us. Let’s just put that aside and concentrate on work. I really want to feel good here so let’s not make things more awkward. I think it would be nice if we could be colleagues"

Jungkook looks at you for a moment, surprised. He doesn’t really know what to say when there are so many things that he wants to say - if that makes any sense. He runs a hand through his fresh cut hair.

"I’ll work hard then, for you"

He doesn’t specify if ‘you’ refers to the gallery and all your colleagues and artists involved or just you. But your heart doesn’t care about the difference and skips a beat. You try to put a - weird - smile on your face to look relax.

"Welcome onboard then, Mr. Jeon"

————

Day 2 of working with Jungkook and you have to say that you are surprised how things go smoothly. You and Jungkook really get along - on a professional level - and your two brains seem to share the same ideas and vision of the project. 

When he went home, Jungkook went straight to his home office and started sketching some visuals. On the one hand, he wants to work slowly only to get the chance to spend more time with you. But on the other hand, he has so many ideas for the different supports. The project clearly excites him and he hasn’t been this motivated for a long time. Moreover, your cute yellow dress of the day seemed to be another reminder that you are like sunshine is his life and that everything looks better when you are around. 

This morning, he has joined you in the same meeting room and gave you a cup of latte - he knows it’s your favorite beverage - that he has bought on its way to the gallery. The sweet gesture didn’t go unnoticed by your weak heart and your cheeks did redden. As soon as you two have sat down, Jungkook put his sketchbook and graphic tablet on the desk and explained the different concepts. You were so impressed by his work and how much he has done in just one evening. You couldn’t help but being worried that he had not slept well and the dark circles under his beautiful eyes proved you no wrong. 

You don’t even notice it was lunch time until you hear a knock on the door. You look up and meet a sweet and cute familiar face. 

"I didn’t want to bother you but I’ve been waiting for fifteen minutes so I thought that you might have forgotten me"

Jongseob seems embarrassed and is blushing hardly. Your heart immediately melts and your smile widens. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook who wonders how many men have stolen your heart. He can’t help but feeling jealous. When will his possessiveness stop? Especially when you’re not his.

"It’s okay. Actually, I lost track of time. Please come in, Seobi" 

You get up and give a big hug to Jongseob. The young man is quite impressed by Jungkook. His black outfit has returned and his tattoos are showing up under his oversize t-shirt. He does look intimidating and Jongseob feels a wave of protectiveness towards you, hoping that the stranger didn’t give you a hard time. 

You have no idea of what is going on in Jongseob’s brain and you turn back to Jungkook.

"Let’s meet up in two days so you have time to make the changes we’ve talked about. Then, we will show everything to Aecha" You say with a smile and Jungkook simply nods.

You notice the way he is staring at your young friend and realize that they don’t know each other.

"Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t introduce you-" You are cut off by Jongseob

"I’m Kim Jongseob"

You are surprised by his confident and quite cold tone. It’s so not like him. You even feel his arm easily wrapping around your shoulders. When did he get this tall? You look at him, asking him with your eyes what the hell he is doing. But Jongseob is completely focus on the black-hair man.

"Jeon Jungkook"

Jongseob’s eyes widen and immediately turn to you. Your face expression confirms what he thinks: it’s the man who broke your heart. If you didn’t say a word on your Graduation Day, you couldn’t lie when a few days later Jongseob has asked you about how it went when you confessed your feelings to your crush. Even if you tried really hard to not cry in front of him, you couldn’t stop a few tears. Jongseob was so heartbroken for you and has spent the day with you at your place, eating ice-creams and watching Disney movies. 

The body of your usual so cute friend tenses immediately and he leaves your shoulders to step in front of you, protectively. His eyes narrow when he gazes at Jungkook. 

"I hope he hasn’t done anything to you" He says with his jaw clenched, talking to you but looking at Jungkook

A scoff escapes Jungkook’s lips. Who the hell is this kid? He doesn’t know anything about him and yet, he is judging him. Only if he knew that at his age, Jungkook was… No, it’s better if he doesn’t know, otherwise you would know too. And he surely doesn’t want you to know. 

"Jongseob" You say softly, a hand on his shoulder "Jungkook is working with me, everything is fine"

"Can’t someone else deal with him? Why it has to be you?" His voice is more gentle now and he is looking at you, finally

"No, and it’s okay. I promise"

"What are you going to do about it, uh?"

Your eyes widen in surprise while Jungkook smirks and then pokes his tongue in his inner cheek in a provocative way. He doesn’t even know why he opened his mouth in the first place. Maybe he was just tired of everyone treating him like shit or maybe he wanted you to know that your little guy couldn’t compete with him. ‘Stupid fucking ego’ he thinks. 

"What did you say?" Jongseob responds aggressively, taking a step further and Jungkook does the same

"I said, what are you fucking going about it?" Jungkook articulates each single word, his jaws clenched

You start to panic and take place between the two men.

"Stop it now, the both of you" You try to be firm but your voice is a little shaky 

"You were right, he’s a fucking asshole" Jongseob goads

"What did you say?" Jungkook barks this time, ready to throw punches in this little fucker’s face

"Jongseob!" You shout "Go wait outside, now"

You are so tensed that your whole body is shaking with adrenaline. What are you going to do if they start fighting? But you release the air of your lungs when Jongseob does as you say. You look at Jungkook to try to know what he is thinking but his features are too neutral, except for his gritted teeth. 

"Jungkook, I-I never said that" You try after a moment of silence

"It’s okay" He sighs, trying to relax the tension in his body "Even if you said it, you had every reason"

You stand in front of him, not knowing what to do. You are unsettled when a little sneer escapes Jungkook’s mouth. You look at him, questioning him with your eyes.

"At least you have people to protect you"

"Jungkook-"

"No, it’s okay. I see you on Friday with the finished visuals and support designs"

Jungkook grabs his stuff and goes away, leaving you breathless and heart pounding. 

————

"Noona, I’m sorry"

Jongseob has spent the whole lunch apologizing but you haven’t said a word. You are so disappointed in his behavior but you are also destabilized by the way you feel angry at your friend for attacking Jungkook. You shouldn’t feel that way, it’s true that Jungkook broke your heart but why do you still want your friends to have a good impression of him? It doesn’t make any fucking sense and you sigh in frustration.

"Stop apologizing. What you did was wrong Jongseob"

"I know but he… he was just there and he broke your heart! Are you really okay working with him?!"

You take the time to think. Are you okay with it? Honestly, yes. And more honestly, you are happy to work with him. You wish the reason of that was because Jungkook works well but it’s not: the reason is that you want to be with him, in anyway possible. 

"Yes, so please stop. Maybe you don’t want to hear it or you don’t understand but Jungkook is nice"

"How can you say that?!" Jongseob gasps 

"He is, really. What he did to me was wrong but beside that, he has been really nice to me"

And it’s true. Objectively, the cheating-on-his-girlfriend-with-you part put aside, Jungkook has been nice to you. The two days you have spent working with him showed you a new face of him: the passionate yet so considering of other’s opinions side. He has carefully listened to you, has taken the time to explain to you technical things about designs and has worked hand-in-hand with you to provide the perfect visuals. Even beside that, the morning coffee and the way he has hold the chair for you to sit down or the way he has turn off the A/C when he noticed you were cold, proves he is a good person. Maybe a little selfishly too, you want to believe that you have fallen for a good guy and not a shit head so the whole story wasn’t you being completely wrong about him. 

"Look, I’m a big girl. I know you’re worried but everything’s fine, Seobi" You smile at Jongseob, trying to calm him down

"Okay…" He sighs "But if he tries anything, please tell me and I swear I’ll punch him in the face, just for him to know he can’t mess with you"

Your heart softens at his pouty face and you promise. You know Jongseob just wants to protect his Noona but deep down you know Jungkook won’t try to hurt you again. 

————

You haven’t heard of Jungkook until he shows up on Friday for your expected meeting. You have sweaty hands, not knowing how will be things between the two of you. You give him an unsure smile when you welcome him and you feel released that Jungkook is back to his old and nice self. He shows you the final project and everything is perfect. You compliment his work and you may notice a slight blush on his cheeks. 

You waste no time and you two head up to Aecha’s office so she can approve, what she definitely does. Your colleague is really impressed and praises the both of you. Your chest is full of pride that you managed the situation. You are really excited to be more involved in one of the gallery’s projects. 

To celebrate your success, you invite Jungkook at a nearby coffee. It doesn’t surprise you anymore that Jungkook orders you a latte but it’s appealing to your weak and soft heart. Coffees in hands, you sit down at a table.

"I’m so happy that your visuals have been approved! I can’t wait to see the posters in real life and on the big screens of the gallery!" You tell him excited, which makes him giggle. 

"I’m glad too. Tell me if you need help with the printer guy, I know that sometimes they can be a little hard to handle and delete things until you lose your mind"

"I’ll sure do"

You feel so good joking with Jungkook. It feels like before you discovered about Mina, back when everything was so natural and delightful between you two. A small wave of nostalgia washes over your body and a small part of you wishes you didn’t know about the girlfriend. However, the bigger part of you feels better to know that he didn’t cheat on his girlfriend with you more than that. 

"I have to tell you something"

Jungkook’s serious tone and face make you stressed. You wonder what other bomb he is going to throw at you and how you’ll manage to survive. ‘Please, tell me there is no other secret girlfriends!’ You pray

"Mina" He starts and your heart sinks by hearing the name, you still feel so guilty towards her even if you didn’t know "She is not my girlfriend"

What the hell?!

Your eyes almost roll of your sockets by surprise. You are speechless. Does he lie? But he is looking straight into your eyes and you don’t see anything but pain. But if she is not his girlfriend, why did he lie about lying to you? It doesn’t make sense!

"She is my best friend, well at least back in Busan"

"But, why?" Is all you manage to say, your brain is completely upside down

"It’s just an old habit of us, saying to other people we’re dating. When we were younger, we were so close that most people thought that we were actually a couple. At some point, it was kind of a joke to confirm it" 

Jungkook’s nostalgic smile is not happy but quite sad and your heart squeezes. You wonder what caused him such pain but you don’t want to push him. 

"Maybe, back then, there were more than friendly feelings between us but it’s not the case anymore. I just want you to know that nothing happened between Mina and I"

"Why'd you tell me that?"

Jungkook’s eyes grow big in surprise. He doesn’t really know why he tells you the truth. Perhaps he just doesn’t want you to hurt because of this, because of him. 

"I don’t know…" He sighs "I just wanted you to know"

You don’t know what you feel. On the one hand, you are relived that he didn’t cheat on his girlfriend with you, but on the other hand, you are still heartbroken because he has still rejected you - and the reason was not him having a girlfriend but just not wanting to be with you. And that hurts like hell. 

Jungkook looks at you with his big doe eyes, biting on his bottom lip, while he waits for you to say something. But honestly, you don’t know what to say. So he keeps going:

"I haven’t seen her in years but she came up to me. She needed some help. Things are-were complicated. I’m sorry if I hurt you, I really didn’t want that"

"I understand" You don’t but what else could you say? 

"Y/N" He says gently, grabbing your hand at the other side of the table "I am really, really sorry"

The warmth of his hand goes straight to your heart and cheeks. Why does he have to do that? It’s so hard not to fall for him when he acts like that! You want to hug him and tell him you forget everything as long as he is with you. But you can’t do that, so you smile instead. 

"I wish I could go back and do things right with you. Maybe… maybe you could be friends or something?"

Jungkook winces at the way his thoughts have turned into words. It sounds so dumb and it’s not really what he wanted to say. He wanted to ask you if you would accept to see him again, like before. Like when you were supposed to have a date at the Lotte aquarium. 

"I guess we could be friends" You say in a small voice, almost a whisper

Jungkook’s heart jumps in his chest and he knows he’ll try everything to make it up to you. But first, he has to deal with Mina. 

————

Since you have done a great job with the communication campaign with Jungkook, Aecha sends you over to meet the print firm. You are walking around in Seocho, a district of Seoul, but take the time to follow the Han River boardwalk. The heat and humidity is almost unbearable but the view is so beautiful. The sun is mirroring on the water. You close your eyes, feeling the D Vitamin entering your body. You hum in contentment. 

Nevertheless, the universe couldn’t let you in peace for five minutes. Your blood runs cold when a familiar but non welcoming face appears right in front of you. Mina. You don’t really know how to act in front of her now that you know she isn’t really Jungkook’s girlfriend. 

"Hi" You tell her with an unsure voice

"Hi, Y/N right?"

Mina’s smile is bright but not really friendly. Something in her behavior makes you uncomfortable. 

"I’m sorry, I can’t stay long, Jungkook is wanting for me at home" She takes a dig at you

Her little scornful tone drives you crazy. Before you can even think properly, you open your mouth:

"Jungkook told me the truth. You are not really together"

For one second, Mina seems unsettled but she hides it quickly. You feel your heart beating faster and your hands freezing, just as if you were ready for a fight. It might not be a physical one but it will surely be punches with words. 

"Did he?"

You stay silent, waiting for her to set the mood. You don’t have hard feelings for her. You could be friends, if she wants to. 

"Look, you seem like a nice girl" Although it doesn’t sound like a compliment in her mouth "But I’m not sure you are the good person for Kookie"

"I think he’s old enough to decide for himself"

"We might not be an official couple but we do share something special. We’ve been best friends for years, we have been through so many things, you won’t ever be able to understand. I know him but I’m not sure you can say the same"

You are taken aback.

"I-I do know him" You sound less confident than you wanted

"Oh, really? Did he tell you about his past?" Mina smirks and you frown, confirming what she was thinking "I just don’t want you to be hurt, Y/N. Jungkook and I are meant to be together. It might take some time but it will happen eventually. If you stay in between, you’ll only get your heart broken"

Your watery eyes blur your vision. You don’t know how Mina manages to do it but her words are so sharp that you could swear she is telling the truth. Maybe it’s a result of her magnetic aura. 

"I love him"

It’s the final blow for you. An intense squeeze hits your cardiac muscle. You don’t even know who you are anymore. You have read too many books, you have seen too many movies not to know. All along, you thought you were the main character of the story. But you’re not. You’re the second female lead in Jungkook’s story: the one who only exists to make him realize that his true love has been in front of him since the beginning. There is no better destiny than two best friends finally aware of their true feelings. Fate, cruel as ever, put you on Jungkook’s path for him to acknowledge that Mina is the right one for him. 

And that fucking hurts. 

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Ads vs. Gameplay (Zen Match Review)

Ads on the left, gameplay on the right. 

This is a tile-matching game somewhat similar to mahjong. You start out with a board of overlapping tiles and when you select tiles from the board they go to the row at the bottom that can only hold a certain amount of tiles at once. Tiles are cleared from the bottom area when you match three of the same tile and you lose if too many tiles accumulate at the bottom. Similarly to mahjong, some tiles are trapped/hidden under other tiles and you can’t select them unless you clear the tile(s) on top of them first. 

Something I really like about this game is that it’s actually pretty challenging and makes you think ahead and select tiles carefully. The most obvious selection (ex. choosing two of the same tile in a row) isn’t always the best move, you want to pay more attention to the hidden or grayed-out tiles trapped under other tiles so you can ensure you’ll be able to clear enough tiles a few steps ahead to avoid failing the level. The boards get more challenging as you progress through the main levels.

I also like the simple straightforward layout and the nature-y backgrounds of the levels that change as you progress through stages - along with the background music, it does give a very “zen” atmosphere. You also unlock new tiles as you go along which adds additional variety to the levels. I originally thought this was the game with the ad showing someone playing on an iPad/tablet with an Apple Pencil/stylus although now I’m not sure because although the ads I found for this game are very similar I didn’t find the Apple Pencil one in my search for this review. Either way, I originally started playing this game on my iPad with my Apple Pencil but then I switched to my phone and I actually think it’s better on the phone, especially with the haptic feedback features of my iPhone 11, which gives a satisfying clicky feeling when you select tiles. The game also lets you sync progress between devices which is a plus. 

The only downside I really had from this game was the interstitial ads, which are skippable after a few seconds but still annoying. I understand games have to make money but I’ll never be a fan of these ads that pop up between levels. I’m not as opposed to ads that just display in the menu or on the edges of level screens (the latter of which this game also has), as well as ads that you can watch voluntarily to earn some coins or stamina or what have you. In fact, reward ads would have been really helpful in this game since it runs on a stamina system where you lose a heart every time you lose a level, and if you love all five hearts you need to wait at least 30 minutes to regain at least one more heart. I looked around to see if I could watch an ad to earn a heart but you can pretty much only regain hearts with money or maybe coins (which you can buy with money or only gradually save up from completing levels). Kind of a nitpick but the frustration of having to wait 30 minutes sure messed with my zen lol. 

As for the ads, I would label them partly fake, the levels do not contain this endless mass of tiles filling the entire board. Some of the ads also show tiles with different designs like dice or numbers, I’m not sure if these show up later in the game but after 100 levels I’ve only ever seen the nature-themed tiles. The closest things to the ads might be the daily challenge levels which still aren’t the same as the ads but involve larger, more complex boards and a time limit. (P.S., I suggest playing the daily challenges at the end of any play session because they’re a lot more difficult to pass and will quickly eat up your hearts lol.)

Ad Honesty Rating: 4/5 (not heinously fake but not fully accurate to the game)

Overall Rating: 4/5 (pretty good game and fun to play, just not perfect or amazing)

Thanks so much for reading to the end! 🥳 If there’s any specific type of content you’d like to see on this blog feel free to make any suggestions! Have a great weekend!

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Holy Spirit Promise

Giving good gifts

What is the favorite gift you ever gave someone else?

Every now and then I manage to give my wife or one of my kids something that they really like. I love seeing the joy in the face of someone I just gave something they love. I also like to give others good things. I always try to give someone something that will help them, something that will make their lives better. I never want to give someone I love something that would somehow hurt them.

Taking this a step further, as a father, I desire to give my son what he needs to succeed. If he needs help and I can provide the help, I am glad to do it. I want my son to succeed in life, especially in the things I ask him to do. If he needs a pencil to do his schoolwork, I will gladly get him a pencil. If he needs help lifting the trash bag out of the trash can so he can take the trash out, I’ll gladly help him.

If my daughter is hungry and asks for an apple, I’ll gladly get it for her. If she can’t reach something she needs I’ll gladly get it for her. If she is trying to carry something heavy and asks for help I am glad to help.

How willing is God to give us the Holy Spirit?

11 If a son asks for bread from any father among you, will he give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will he give him a serpent instead of a fish? 12 Or if he asks for an egg, will he offer him a scorpion? 13 If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to those who ask Him!” - Luke 11:11-13 NKJV

Luke 11:11-13 give us a great example of what is referred to in Jewish thought as the “qal wahomer” principle.

Kal va-homer (sometimes written “kal v'chomer“ or “qal wahomer”) (Heb. ‘light and heavy’). - Principle of determining Jewish halakhah: it means that what applies in a less important case will certainly apply in a more important one. The phrase has come to mean an inescapable conclusion. (Encyclopedia.com) - all the more so; surely, used to indicate if an earlier premise is true, the second will certainly be. (Jewish English Lexicon)

In other words, if we fallen, selfish, sinful human beings are willing to give good gifts to our children, then surely, your Heavenly Father will give the Holy Spirit to those who ask Him.

Unless you believe that human parents are more loving than God, you realize that this is one of the great promises of the Bible. God wants us to have the Holy Spirit. God wants to give us good things.

Then, how come we don’t feel like we have the Holy Spirit?

The Purpose of Prayer

Part of our frustration likely arises from a misunderstanding of prayer. I grew up in the city of Salvador in Brazil. There I experienced a mixture of Christianity/Catholicism and Candomblé (Wikipedia) the whole thing is very complex but suffice it to say that the lines between what the Bible teaches and pagan rituals are very blurry in the culture. People would pray to the God of the Bible, to the saints, to the spirits, and whoever else would help them get what they want. In this confusion, the same approaches would be carried over from one religion to the next as part of the culture. (Example: Bom Fim)

I share this because though I no longer live in Salvador, or Brazil I find that we all struggle with separating culture from biblical teachings. The culture is the natural and easy way, it is what everyone is doing, and it takes a special sensitivity and attention to what the Bible is teaching to allow the scriptural text to challenge our culture, regardless of what denomination we belong to.

What this means in a practical sense is that though we pray to the God of the Bible in the name of Jesus, our approach can be similar to a pagan approach. Here’s what I mean. In pagan religions, you have to appease the gods, bribe them, get their attention, and somehow manipulate them to do your bidding. You have to offer the right sacrifice, pay money, say the correct magic words, wear the right clothing, etc. The God of the Bible is our Lord and Creator. We do not bend God to our will, we submit to His. I understand that God wants what is best for me and I know that the best possible life I can live is one that is in accordance with His plans for my life.

This changes everything.

The true purpose of prayer is not to change God but to bring about a change in me so that I will desire both to will and to do His good pleasure. And even that change is brought about by God. So prayer is more about coming to God so that He may shape our lives and bring us into harmony with His will for us.

for it is God who works in you both to will and to do for His good pleasure. - Philippians 2:13 NKJV

Fasting and prayer are about humbling myself before God and submitting to His will. My acts of service are an expression of my life for God and for those around me, they are not an attempt to purchase God’s favor and somehow make Him more likely to give me what I want. I trust God to give me what I need and what is best for me in the best possible time. My time in prayer is about me learning about God and investing in that relationship and it is not about me telling God things He does not already know.

So why do I need to pray? The way I see it is to partner with God. God is interested in a relationship. As I pray I learn to pray and as I begin to ask for the right things. When I begin to witness more answers to prayers it is not that God now loves me more, but it could be that I am finally asking for the right things, or that I have matured enough to handle the responsibility of what God is entrusting to me. (I do not claim to have all the answers but this is where I am at the moment in my understanding of answered prayers.)

What about the Holy Spirit?

What jumps out at me is Jesus telling His followers to ask the Father for the Holy Spirit. Why should we ask for the Holy Spirit? When I read the Bible I realize that the Holy Spirit brings with Him everything I could possibly need.

But you shall receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you; and you shall be witnesses to Me in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the end of the earth.” - Acts 1:8 NKJV

But the Helper, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in My name, He will teach you all things, and bring to your remembrance all things that I said to you. - John 14:26 NKJV

11 “Now when they bring you to the synagogues and magistrates and authorities, do not worry about how or what you should answer, or what you should say. 12 For the Holy Spirit will teach you in that very hour what you ought to say.” - Luke 12:11-12 NKJV

Do you believe that the passage of time has weakened Jesus’ promises regarding the Holy Spirit?

Do you think that God is restricting the flow of the riches of His grace towards us?

Could it be that the fulfillment of the promise has not been experienced as it might be, because the promise has not been appreciated as it should be?

Perhaps we don’t experience more of the Holy Spirit because we don’t ask for Him. We fail to think about the Holy Spirit, to talk about Him, and to long for Him so we fail to experience Him. This neglect on our part causes spiritual declension and death. We begin to major in minors and the divine power which is crucial for spiritual growth and would bring all other blessings with it gets neglected though offered by God in abundance.

When we pray for the Holy Spirit we become more aware of our great need of Him. When we talk about the Holy Spirit, we are reminded of our mission, our purpose, our reason for living. I can pray and ask for health. I can ask God for money, a promotion, a degree, a spouse… these requests are not bad. I am not saying that you should never pray for those things. But if that is all you pray for could you be missing something more important?

Could you be praying for God to increase your strength and your speed, power, and influence, but be missing direction from God regarding what to do with your strength, speed, power, and influence?

Imagine you are walking and asking God for a fast car, and and fuel, all the while you’re headed in the wrong direction. God doesn’t give you a car, and you continue to lack fuel. Then you begin to wonder if God really exists. Maybe you begin to pray to other gods. Maybe you don’t get an idol or change religions, but slowly your business becomes your god, your degree becomes your god, your relationship… you get the idea. Slowly you replace God with things on earth that you think might get you what you want.

Maybe you begin to think God doesn’t love you or God doesn’t want you to have a fast car or fuel, or perhaps God hates cars… all the while, the main problem is that you have not learned from God the direction you should go. Maybe once you’re headed in the right direction you will have the fastest car and the best fuel possible, because now you are achieving what God has prepared for you to accomplish.

For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them. - Ephesians 2:10 NKJV

Have you ever imagined how many times Joseph might have prayed to God to take him back home to his family? Yet all those no’s were because God had a plan to make Joseph the ruler of Egypt. (The Bible does not say that Joseph ever prayed to go back home, this is speculation on my part) This gives me peace when God answers my prayers with a NO. I just have to trust that God knows better and He loves me even more than I love myself. God will not withhold anything that is good for me.

He who did not spare His own Son, but delivered Him up for us all, how shall He not with Him also freely give us all things? Romans 8:32NKJV

This is why we should pray for the Holy Spirit. He will teach us how to pray and give us all that we need to succeed in the path God has set for us.

Likewise the Spirit also helps in our weaknesses. For we do not know what we should pray for as we ought, but the Spirit Himself makes intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. - Romans 8:26 NKJV

#Holy Spirit #prayer

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In an ideal world I’d love to set them all 20-30 years ago so I didn’t have to think about this ever again but I’m so fucking reliant on tech now that I had to think about their tech habits. Also no one asked for this information.

Ruby is a rich bitch. She always has the latest iPhone the day it comes out, and she has the screen replaced at least once a month from shattering it. Is on first name basis with the local Genius Bar. Her entire life is on there, and if anything happened to it she’d be entirely lost, but that doesn’t stop her from relying solely on the cloud. She pays the monthly subscription for extra iCloud storage and is entirely reliant on it. She also has an iPad which gathers dust in a drawer, because phones these days are huge, and she basically can’t tell the difference. Uses the same password for everything. Has every subscription service, and hardly uses them. Got a subscription to a horror streaming service because she thought she’d be able to watch and learn about inside jokes that people were making. Turns out shes more effected by horror than she knew because she started having really bad nightmares, so now she’s scared to watch them alone. Surprisingly is staunchly against Apple Watches though, because she thinks they’re ugly. That’s it. That’s the whole reason. Has refused to take photos with people just because they were wearing an Apple Watch or had a tan line from it.

Connie only upgraded to a touch screen phone two years ago. She used to have an old Nokia brick, but the battery died and she couldn’t find someone to replace it, so she bought the cheapest phone she could find at a petrol station near her apartment. It has no case because she couldn’t find anywhere that sold them, but is in surprisingly good shape, considering. She almost exclusively uses it for phone calls, and Spotify so she can play music she likes at work. In her hometown the only people who had computers at home were rich, so any time she went online was at the public library or school and is pretty tech illiterate. Technically has an instagram because her roommate made her download it so they could send her memes She opens the app approximately once a fortnight. Has considered upgrading to a nicer phone, but can’t justify spending all that money.

Serena is a tech girlie through and through. Took extracurriculars in coding during high school, and joined an IT club in college. Built her own PC from scratch. Her dad tried to convince her to go into the tech industry instead of journalism, because the money would be so much better, but she refused. Spends ridiculous amounts of time on social media, like her screen time statistics are atrocious. Also spends a lot of time on Reddit. Thinks having things backed up on one cloud and two hard disks is mandatory. Uses different passwords for every website. Acts as tech support for her friends, but when she tries to teach them to be self sufficient, doesn’t realise she’s assume base level knowledge that’s actually above what most people understand so she gets really frustrated when people can’t follow along. Would be horrified by all my others characters tech habits.

Catherine has an entire apple ecosystem. It started because her school insisted on them all having MacBooks purchased through the school, then she got an iPhone for Christmas, and now every piece of tech she owns is apple, because she’s too stubborn-slash-scared to learn a new operating system. Has an iPad that she’s almost unhealthily attached to, to the point it’s named. (Rose, by the way, because it’s rose gold. I never said she was imaginative with the names) Uses an Apple Pencil because she thinks it makes her look smarter when she’s taking notes about things. Has cases and screen protectors on everything, and has never so much as scratched her phone. Has some minimal knowledge on basic repairs, like if it gets dropped in water or overheats, but doesn’t really need anything further because she generally takes really good care of her stuff. Does back things up onto a hard drive every other month because she doesn’t entirely trust the cloud, but does keep most of her things there between backups.

Everything Andrea owns is second hand, and she’s learned though YouTube videos how to replace and repair them. She’ll never rely on another phone repair shop again. As a side gig does repair other peoples phones for extra cash. Is paranoid about her data being hacked, as if she’d ever be a target, so has firewalls on firewalls on protection on protection. Doesn’t take her phone when she’s out hiking because she’s scared about being tracked. She’s not so deep into conspiracy theories that she thinks the government has chipped people in vaccines, but does believe the government is tracking phones. Or, if it’s not the government, it’s corporations, which in her mind is even worse. AI makes her wake up in a cold sweat and the fact that phones listen to you when you talk makes her break out in hives. Definitely locks her phone in a box when she’s not using it. Her blog posts are incredibly vague about her life/information/whereabouts. Uses bitcoin,cryptocurrencies as often as she can to avoid paper trails, and in person deals exclusively in cash.

BONUS:

Kit is obsessive about having a paper trail for everything. Uses a credit or debit card for every transaction he can, keeps all his receipts and scans them onto a USB, uses an email account as a journal of everything he does every day so it’s dated, times, and has an IP address attached. Does believe the government is watching him and thinks if he keeps his every movement monitored, they won’t be suspicious about him ever again. Keeps up to date with news stories about things like facial recognition because he believes if he knows everything, he can always make the right moves and will never be at the wrong place/wrong time again.

#⌞i have seen them fall⌟ catherine forsyth #⌞you'll always be a dumb blonde⌟ serena greenwith #⌞because i could not stop for death he kindly stopped for me⌟ ruby kane #⌞madness was before mind⌟ andrea sallow #ironically posted from my iPad :-)