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crabonfire · 10 months

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Oo can I have a platonic hcs of reader just gossiping with any of the mercs?

oh my god.

Platonic! S/O gossiping with Merc.

characters: all mercs 😱😱😱😱

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sorru if some r short! My excuse is cause I'm lazy, or idk what to write for em. (You take a guess for which one is the real one.)

warning: gossip girls tick me off 😡😡😡

♧Scout♧

• It all started one day, Engie was arguing with Heavy about something, and you knew what happened on Engie's side, but you didn't know about Heavy. You asked the other mercs for information but they didn't budge, saying they didn't wanna get involved. But scout approached you, whispering and giggling about what happened, why they argued.

You two really hit it off!

And even after the whole thing went down, you still found yourself gossiping with him after matches about anything interesting you found.

Fortunately for you he did the same!

• Since then on, you guys gossip a lot. Enemy drama, team drama, and sometimes gossip on dumb shit on the newspaper or a celebrity thing.

• "Dude, have you heard about the enemy Pyro? I heard they might be a chick."

"What? Really?"

"Yea, like...I overheard it from one of the janitors."

"Huh. I can see it."

"Really? How? I always thought they were some sorta...weird..alien in a suit."

"Why?"

"...Cause they're frickin' weird and...don't talk."

"That's so rude man, are you saying all aliens are quiet? You don't know them."

"You sayin' you know any?"

"No. But don't say stuff like that. That's so stereotypical."

"FYM STEREOTYPICAL??????"

"IDK DUDE JUST STOP BEING A DICK. The girl thing makes more sense then whatever stupid theory you have."

"Fuck you, I have great theories!"

You scoff, "Me when I lie."

♧Soldier and Demo♧

• if your buddies with Soldier, Demo is gonna be buddy buddy with you.

• Soldier honestly doesn't like to gossip much, but on the rare occasion where he knows something, he's gonna be up at night with you, talking about what he saw and making theories about it.

• Demo likes his cup of gossip now and then, not as big on it as you'd think though, he'd love to know but if it doesn't interest him he won't care.

• Usually Demo and Soldier do their own thing together a bunch, and man have they heard some things.

• They'd both approach you with new gossip, Demo trying not to laugh while Soldier shoves pictures of Scouts naked mother and Spy together in your face, exclaiming that "THEY ARE MAKING LOVE! SCOUT IS NOT A TRUE AMERICAN! HES A FRENCHIE :*("

♧Pyro and Engie♧

• same goes for em, you friends with Pyro your bound to hear shit from Engie.

• It was your first day, you were assigned as a janitor in the base and you were cleaning. Already you would hear all sorts of funny shit that would happen in those walls. Arguing, drama, secrets like how Spy is Scouts dad? Honestly it was a lot to hear in one day but wow.

• You were cleaning the common room, and you didn't notice as you were mopping but somebody had walked in. They were so quiet, you didn't know how with the fact they had a very heavy looking fire retardant suit on. You jumped a bit, laughing to yourself.

"Sorry I didn't see you there."

They replied, but it was muffled by their mask. You blinked, "Oh um, sorry dude I can't really hear you." They continued anyway, muttering muffled "huddas" like you would understand. You didn't.

An awkward silence overcame the room, you decided to break it.

"Hey, you know...I heard while I was cleaning...is it true that there's living...pieces of bread here?"

They nodded, chuckling under the mask remembering the situation about it. You smiled, laughing along. "What? That's crazy. I thought that was a joke. It's my first day and I'm already hearing so much about this place. These walls are NOT thick."

• From that moment, you talked with them in your own way, they'd write their replies on a piece of paper and even tell you some things about the other mercs.

• You two really hit it off, after their matches, if they could find you, they'd slip pieces of paper in your cleaning supplies for you to read on your breaks, and you'd reply by leaving notes under their door.

And as time went on, you had learned to understand them. Now it was much more fun to listen to them actually tell the stories and giggle over gossip.

They LOVE gossiping honestly. Since they are unnoticed usually they can get away with blending in the background to listen to whatever the others talk about.

• Because of your new friendship, Engie respects you for not belittling Pyro, and finds your company to be a nice change to the quiet and sometimes even crude folk he works with.

• "ENGIE YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE WHAT WE HEARD-"

"MMHUDA MMHU-" [WE SAW-]

"Wait I thought I was gonna tell him?"

"Mmmhuh mmhuh, mmhhf mhuh hhhuhd." [Oh yeah, sorry go on."

"NO NO it's okay you do it."

"Mmhuh mmhuh, mmh-" [Okay okay, so-]

Insert the three of you laughing your asses off shittalking the enemy team for dirt you found of them.

"No way, are you two serious?"

"DEAD SERIOUS ENGIE, We literally saw it happen. Pi has photo evidence."

"Mmhh!" [Yeah!] Pyro pulls out the pictures, having a lot more of them than they should. Engie holds them in his hands, pausing before erupting into howling laughter.

"PFFT- OH MY GOD." He exclaims, slapping his thigh as he laughs uncontrollably.

• Engie doesn't hear much gossip, but if he hears gossip about him from you two he's gonna be grumpy for the rest of the day 😭😭😭 so if you hear anybody talking bad about him do not tell him or else he's gonna look like this

♧Heavy♧

• hates gossiping IM SORRRYYYY

• Will gladly listen to you gossip, but won't say anything, even if he has his own opinions about the situation. Best you'll get out of him is "That's absurd." Or "Haha, that is funny." But he will not say shit on it.

• He likes to listen because it's interesting to him, but he does not like to gossip himself because he finds it rude to gossip. Will not judge you though, you bring him quality stories to laugh and think about. (Plus now he has dirt on those people.)

• BUTTT if you're upset, he'll try to cheer you up by telling you gossip. And the gossip? It's always juicy. Like, "no fucking way" type of juicy. He has so much dirt on the other mercs and so much he knows about them, but he only tells you these things so that you can laugh and smile again. But won't say anything else, just let you theorise.

♧Medic♧

• loves gossiping.

• gossips with Heavy, and his birds.

• sorry idk what to write he's just a silly gossip girl 😋

• though surprisingly, he tends to keep that gossip to himself, and never actually gossips about anything he's unsure of. He thinks it's rude to speak of things that are merely "rumors"

• plus its better if it's proven to be real gossip anyway

• he's an asshole but he has his standards

♧Sniper♧

• Likes his fair share and also knows his fair share of gossip.

• Usually your the one talking, but the reactions you get out of him with the shit you tell him are priceless. Sometimes he laughs so hard he hits the table you two are talking by repeatedly, telling you to "Cut it out" or "No way"

• His gossip is mostly about the team, he doesn't care or know much about the enemy team.

• you two actually got along because of gossip, you two were out on a mission, and to break the boring yet awkward tension, you started to gossip with him, and surprisingly he enjoyed the talk.

• you guys are best friends because of this honestly, like Heavy, he likes to cheer you up by telling you some "hot goss" you cringe a little whenever he says that but he just wants to make you happy again.

• honestly idk how else to make this long, he's gossips, but not an insane amount

♧Spy♧

• never gossip but knows EVERYTHING 😭

• very rarely gossips with anybody, but he simply tells you very...subtle details about a certain thing, leaving you curious and wondering about what it's about / who's involved.

• he only actually gossips with you if it's late at night, everyone is asleep, he's in his smoking room having drunk a couple glasses of wine here and there, and maybe then he'll do it.

But it's a rare occasion.

Still, it's always fun for him to hear your thoughts on it. He simply listens to you, smiling here and there and rolling his eyes at your quips.

• he doesn't really gossip? more like...just...insult the person you two are talking about. he gets a kick out of it, especially when you make such funny jokes about the situation.

• yeah u guys r kinda mean 😭😭😭😭

anyways hope yall enjoyed woo (can you tell engie's text is always the longest in every one of these nevause he's my favourite? Yeah I do it on purpose.)

#tf2 #tf2 x reader #tf2 headcanons #tf2 scout #tf2 engineer #tf2 pyro #tf2 heavy #tf2 medic #tf2 spy #tf2 demoman #tf2 demo #tf2 soldier #sniper tf2 #i almost forgot to write medic into this lmao

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lunareclipsa1026 · 10 months

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Genshin x TWST AU Headcanons (might be more soon)

Yuuri does the most commissions for Lumine, so that way she can focus on finding her brother and rather than the commissions. Ace & Deuce sometimes help too.

The twst squad somehow create their own realm space in the serenitea pot with some magic, the space looks like the island NRC is located, their house is literally a copy of Ramshackle Dorm, the space in the realm has copies some things that are from the NRC & some details from the dorms, like Bonatical Garden, Stautues of the Great 7, The Roses in Red Pain & more.

(more below)

The twst squad would probably take some Genshin Characters to their world & experience it, mostly Lumine & Paimon.

After the We Will Be Reunited Quest, when Lumine was on the verge of breakdown of Aether not returning to her, Yuuri, Grim, Ace & Deuce would comfort her & reassure here that they will find Aether & will be there for her no matter the darkest of time.

Lumine sees the squad as her family now

Yuuri & Deuce = Cool & Calm Energy; Lumine & Ace = Confident Energy

Grim would sometimes be a bit of a thorn to Paimon whenever she said something dumb (like she doesn't know what an alibi is for example; Diluc story quest) , and would probably brag to her that he went to school unlike her (Grim has gained knowledge for the past 4 years attending NRC, he's still the stupid cat we all know and love)

Tho Grim and Paimon got along well with their love of food. Paimon is a bit weirded out when Grim eats the weird or bad tasting food.

Ace & Scaramouche/Wanderer get along well (at first they didn't, but after the whole Irminsul ordeal & after some time they got along well), they both are not afraid to speak on what's in their mind, and like to tease others sometimes. They ar basically each other's rant buddies

Yuuri brought the Ghost Camera with them, taking pictures & making memories in Teyvat. When people were to find out how the Ghost Camera works they'd probably bombarded Yuuri with question on how they obtain such an amazing device that can take photos that can jump out of the picture and replay scenes/memories.

Zhongli reminds Yuuri, Ace, Deuce & Grim of Malleus a bit, when it wa mentioned Zhongli was quite curious about Malleus.

Yuuri considers Childe their Frenemy and acts nice and civil towards him, despite him being a Harbinger. To which Childe happily accepts.

Yuuri likes Cyno's jokes that they express laughter which is a rare sight to see. Ace & Deuce are contemplating whether to be glad that Yuuri is expressing emotions more or cringe at the fact that Cyno's bad jokes are what Yuuri finds funny that made them express laughter.

Yuuri is pretty mad at Aether (Abyss Prince) for leaving Lumine behind without giving any explanation & that he chose the Abyss' mission over family. They swore next time they see him, they'll kick him in the nuts (literally)

Lumine is the 4th Descender, & since Yuu, Grim, Ace & Deuce came to Teyvat at the same time, they count as the 5th descenders, basically like MC & Grim being half students, this is a 4 in one. 4 people as 1 descender

Yuuri's favorite Region is Inazuma, mostly because it reminds them of their home back in their world Earth.

The twst squad would compare the Akademiya to Night Raven College at times from there time at Sumeru.

Yuuri would collect materials from Teyvat and experiment with it by combining it with materials from Twisted Wonderland in potions to see the results.

Since Teyvat Language is deffrent from the language the TWST squad speaks & reads, they luckily have a spell put on them whenever they to a different world that makes them read & understand Teyvat's language easier (like in the 1st epeiode of Welcome to demon school Iruma kun)

Similarly, the currency they bring from their world turns into the other world's currency whenever they go to another world (Madols/Traumarks turn into Mora when they got to Teyvat basically)

Anyway that's is all for now. If you have more suggestions of headcanons of this au, feel free to say it in my ask box or this post.

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(Have fun translating this 0u0)

#twisted wonderland #genshin impact #crossover #genshin impact x twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x genshin impact #au idea #genshin headcanons #twst headcanons

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toskarin · 1 year

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toskarin of the askbox, on a more serious topic, I worry i might be becoming a femcel because all around me are happy couples and I feel nothing but jealousy and contempt when they're happy together around me. I haven't a clue how to even start making friends let alone finding a girlfriend, and I don't know what to do at this point. What should a dumb lesbian like me do in such a situation? :(

taking this at face value, here's some advice (just remember that I'm not your therapist, I'm like your neighbour's older sister at best)

jokes about femcels aside, it's the thought loop of it all that quickly becomes a problem. "learned helplessness" as a term has some baggage to it, but in matters of social dynamics, it's still important to fight back against giving up

the first thing to establish with yourself is that you aren't incapable of making friends or anything like that: you're having difficulty doing it and don't necessarily know the ins and outs of doing it, which is very normal

you're feeling bad about all of that, which is also very normal, and without an outlet, that makes you feel bad about others when they seem to be finding success with ease (which, as you might have gotten from the pattern here, is also normal)

the second thing you need to establish internally is that people are so much nicer, on the whole, than your anxieties would tell you. the internet does a lot to blow up the loudest, cruellest, and least considerate people. the median person isn't like that, and lots of them have grappled with similar feelings, whether or not they show it

anyway, let's get into it

"how do I make friends" and "how do I find a girlfriend" are very abstract problems, so lingering on them without breaking them into steps can make it seem completely inscrutable. you could spend forever on it and come up empty-handed, and a lot of people do

instead, a good place to start would be "how do I meet people" and "how can I hang out with people"

are there any events near you that you'd be comfortable going to? if so, that could simplify things a bit. bonus points if it's something specifically gay. lots of people struggle to make friends outside of work and school as adults, and because of that, there's lots of people who arrange casual group hangouts (sometimes finding these is as easy as searching it on google)

if not, maybe you'd rather check online for "small table" events, like ttrpgs, book clubs, or movie nights. the actual process of learning to hang out is tough, but once you meet people, it really does just become a problem of finding something you're both interested in doing and asking if they'd like to do it

as for getting a girlfriend, that's unfortunately something you've gotta play by ear. I've never gotten into a relationship gracefully, and I don't think that's exceptionally uncommon

to get a girlfriend, you first have to have a friend. you can theoretically get around this, but I don't recommend it. you then have to perform the absolutely horrifying ordeal of admitting you've got a crush

the ordeal of admitting a crush gets a little bit easier the more sure you are the other person is amenable to it, and sometimes the other person will do it for you, but someone's gotta do it

it's a leap of faith onto concrete a solid 50% of the time, but if you make sure to approach people in good faith, it's usually pretty low-stakes (besides being embarrassing, unfortunately). it all comes back to open communication at the end of the day

it'll work out

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bread-squid-uwu · 10 months

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How do you think a Danvis date-night in would go?? what about a night out?

Usually I see their dates more as staying in and watching movies, or doing small very bad crafts together. Nights in, just enjoying each other and full of fondness.

So the idea of them going out? A night out together?? Very cool, love coming up with new stuff for my favorite duo!!

I know technically speaking it's more likely for them to go out places, but I see their dynamic differently when it's just them. Softer, like people who are so familiar with each other that cuddling to a movie is more than enough. Little things in life, simple and sweet things, very cozy and relaxed.

They'd definitely go to an arcade, but a small one with less business. It might be a little messy or even run down a bit, but it has less people so its easier to relax there.

The older atmosphere of the games and prizes in the place make it feel.. nicer. Almost like a cliche hometown romance movie, yknow?

Cheesy things like trying to beat each others high scores, or winning each other dumb prizes, cheap and probably bad foods..

Dim lights and fuzzy background noise, a blur of game sounds and very few voices, easy to simply get lost together. Nothing else taking their attention, just the love and joy of being together. Laughing and joking around, still finding time to stare and smile at the other..

Losing track of time, playing pac man and knock off mario games. No matter what, the two are more focused on the quality time than the environment or games.

They'd probably end the night with some fast food, like really cheap fast food, and once home again? accidentally falling asleep on the couch, tucked together.

#im so gay #thank you anon #mys danvis #mystreet danvis #danvis #squids rewrite #mys travis #mystreet travis #travis valkrum #mystreet dante #mys dante #dante mystreet #aphmau mystreet #mystreet #aphmau #asks #ask

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disdaidal · 2 years

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Hi! Keg boys headcannon.

Well, Tommy is very insecure about his intelligence, because he always sucked at school.

So one day, they are all in bed and they joking and all about who's smarter and all that and Tommy just giggles and say something like "no, I'm dumb like hell" and Steve and Billy actually understanding how insecure Tommy really is about is intelligence and then they just assegurate him that he is, in fact, smart.

Only if you want do this, of course.

Okay but this sounds like something that could actually happen and I love it.

Steve's often been the one so insecure about his intelligence because basically everyone around him has told him that, but after spending enough time with Tommy and Billy, he's slowly grown to accept that he doesn't have to be book smart to be actually smart. Billy and Tommy had to do a lot of convincing and push him in the right direction to finally love himself a little bit more.

But amongst all that support and encouragement towards Steve, Tommy's consequently felt a little worn-out and has begun to feel insecure himself. Billy's helped Steve with his homework and his grades improved slightly, but Tommy's never dared to ask for help because he didn't want to admit that his own school success wasn't entirely due to his own laziness and bad attitude - it's because he genuinely had a hard time focusing and memorizing some stuff back in grade school and high school. Thus he and Steve kind of started bonding over their bad grades and began acting tougher and meaner toward other students to mask their own insecurities.

Only Tommy's never so open about it as Steve has been. He's felt ashamed admitting that he might be 'just as dumb' as well. Carol never helped him; she didn't care about her own school and now she's dating some rich guy - got knocked up young and she will do her best to suck him dry and get his money, Tommy's certain of that.

So one night they're all in that same big bed, cuddled side by side, smoking, sharing a beer, and joking about past stuff and some other things that make them snort and guffaw. And then the topic shifts back to their intelligence or the lack of it, which makes Tommy's heart drop an inch and swallow quietly.

When Billy and Steve have been teasing and mocking each other about all kinds of dumb things they've said in the past and some of the stupid things they'd pulled off because they thought they were cool at the same, for a while, and finally turn to Tommy, the short brunet waves them off and giggles nervously and says:

"No, I'm dumb like hell."

First Billy and Steve kind of agree with that, thinking it's a funny joke because they both know that Tommy's not always been the sharpest tool in everything and he has a bad habit of letting his bad temper get the best of him (just like Billy), making him say something incredibly moronic things at times.

But when they soon realize that Tommy's not laughing along with them, looking down on his lap and nervously rubbing his fingertips against one another, they both get serious very quickly and quiet down.

"I've never really talked about this before," Tommy finally admits, taking a deep breath. "But I didn't flunk some of my classes in high school just because I wanted everyone to think I'm hot shit. I did that because I genuinely didn't understand shit about some of it."

Billy sucks on his cigarette long and deep and flicks some ash in the tray. "Well, Toms, I hate to be that person but if you don't open your books every once in a while and actually read them, you can't learn shit now can you?"

Tommy sighs, feeling the tears burning at the corners of his eyes and his throat constricts. Of course, Billy would say something like that, he was never that great with kind or supporting words. It worked with Steve, but Steve's always been tougher than Tommy, even if he seems much softer and more vulnerable than him at times. "No, I mean I genuinely couldn't understand that stuff. I couldn't focus no matter how hard I tried. And even when I did, it just wouldn't stay in my head. I must be really fucking dumb."

He actually sniffs this time. Stubbornly wipes the corners of his eyes because he doesn't want them to see it. But of course, they do - he's literally between them.

Steve puts his hand on Tommy's arm and when Tommy carefully looks up at him, with his big glassy brown eyes and freckled face that's gone pink from shame and tears, Steve gives him a sympathetic look.

"You're not stupid, Tommy," he says and uses his thumb to wipe a tear that's escaped and flows along Tommy's cheek. "You're smarter than me. Always have been. You could see through Nancy from the beginning, and I wasn't listening to you. And I'm sorry for that. You were always there for me and I really love you for that."

Billy doesn't say much but he's leaning against Tommy's shoulder as well, using one of his hands to cup Tommy's jaw and caress his skin, like he's a cat waiting to be scratched. "You're okay, Toms. We didn't pick you because you're smart. We picked you because love you. In your own silly, dorky way."

Tommy actually snorts at that and lets out a cute little laugh, wiping at his cheeks and eyes again. He feels moved by Steve's kind words to him and knows Billy's backhanded expressions of love, so he slowly accepts them.

"I still don't think I'm smart. Not nearly smart enough. But thanks for trying to cheer me up anyway. It means a lot to me, you guys."

Steve cups Tommy's cheek and leans forward to kiss Tommy. It's slow and gentle and Tommy hums and moans into it slightly. Billy's getting jealous of the lack of attention so he reaches out to pinch their nipples at the same, earning surprised gasps and 'ows' from them. He also leans closer to Tommy to give him a quick messy kiss on his lips, then pulls back to get up from the bed - he's naked as the day he was born of course, and both Tommy's and Steve's eyes linger on his well-sculpted, muscular body and the swell of his ass.

"Come on, let's get this angst over with and put on some fucking music."

"Not Metallica, please," Steve whines.

"Fuck off, pretty boy, this is not about you. I'm putting something for Tommy. Maybe this'll cheer him up, stop him from wallowing in self-pity."

He puts on the Simple Minds' record and 'Don't You Forget About Me' starts playing. It's not Billy's favorite song, but Tommy and Steve love it so he lets them listen to it for a change. Then dives back between the covers with them, and tangles his legs with Tommy's, resting his head on Tommy's pec. Steve follows his example and places his fluffy head on Tommy's chest, too. His long fingers absent-mindedly tracing the freckles on his soft stomach.

Tommy lets out a long content sigh and rests both his hands on them, kissing both their hair and closing his eyes, enjoying the comfort of their warm bodies and the music that's filled the room.

He's so happy that he feels he could burst right now. He soon falls asleep, the soft snores falling out of his mouth. Steve turns off the music after a while and soon he and Billy fall asleep, too, curled up against their short, freckled boyfriend.

#replies #the-books-are-a-magic-world #keg boys #keg boys ficlet #keg boys fanfiction #kegboys #oops this came out longer than i already planned #but i hope you like it <3 #i think i'll answer the rest of the asks i got later. feeling a bit sleepy now #but i love all the hcs i got and i can't wait to reply to them. they cheered me up thank you <333 #my writing

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moki-dokie · 1 year

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Jess lore pt. 3

< Part 2 | Part 4 >

Jess had a complicated relationship with his alpha, or áni.

Mateo was already old when Jess's parents joined the pack, going on about 500 or so. Old, however, did not mean weak. Far from it. For as long as Jess could remember, Mat was the strongest wolf in the entirety of the west. It wasn't something he bragged about; it was something the leader had earned the right to say. A few times in his growing up, Jess could remember challengers to his position. A couple within the pack, one from outside. None of them succeeded. He'd been alpha longer than any other, and it was a title he wore with great pride. His strength didn't simply come from the might of his muscle or the power of his jaws, but from a deep love for his people and kindness in his heart.

He was a very hands-on leader. The type that wouldn't ask any of his pack to do something he wouldn't himself. No job was above him, in fact he would argue that as the head of the pack, it was his job to make their lives better. And if that meant he had to shovel shit from stables, pull weeds from the fields, watch over the pups, or mend clothing and bedding then he was happy to do so. He was also very strict in some ways, hardened and immovable in others.

With his father and Mat becoming fast and good friends, Jess was frequently around him - more so than the other pups of his age. He was seen more like an uncle than head of pack. As much as Mat tried to be impartial, Jess did get away with things without reprimand a little more often than others did. It wasn't until his father's death that Mat played an active role in his life not only as áni, but also a guardian.

There was a massive joint celebration between the tribe and pack to honor those who had died and see to it they made it safely to the next life. Jess was, and still is, proud that his father sacrificed his own life to help protect the lives of hundreds more, but on that night all he could feel was the aching loneliness in the void that was left behind. All he could think about was how unfair it was for such a good person to be taken too early, and how much he already missed his hugs and wise, comforting words. He'd never hear one of his dumb jokes or his laughter again, he'd never see his smile again, he'd never roll his eyes as he flirted and wooed his mother as though they were teenagers again. And his mother? She lost half of her world. Jess was still too young to understand love, but he understood how in love they were. It wasn't fair to her, and he didn't have a clue how to even begin to comfort her. It didn't take long for all those feelings to turn to discontent, frustration, anger, and bitterness. He became rebellious and troublesome, acting out from not knowing how to handle everything or having the right outlet for it. Worse, Jess was already a bit of a natural leader amongst his age group. It didn't take much to talk the rest of them into tomfoolery, dumb and dangerous dares, pushing their limits with Mat's patience. Jess talked them into "raiding" parties on human settlements, which merely consisted of creeping around in the night and stealing things and vandalizing if they could. They willfully ignored their pack duties and it wasn't too uncommon for them to slip away for a day or two into the canyons to drink or get high on mescaline cacti, partake in orgies (hormonal teen wolves, it doesn't get much worse than that), and sometimes even venture onto the tribe's land to stir up trouble.

His mother tried her best to reign him in, but just as Jess was struggling to adjust to life without him, so was she. They'd been together for so long, she hardly remembered how life was before he was part of it. Sometimes he would listen to her, hating to disappoint her or see her hurt, and sometimes she would try to get him to talk. Jess never knew how to put into words what he felt, though. Mindspeak (howl, cast, soulsong, the names for their particular, almost hivemind ability went by many names from pack to pack) didn't help clear anything up. Even when he tried to project what he felt, it came across muddled and confused, leading to more frustration. And so, Mateo was asked to step in.

The old alpha was strict and had high expectations. Jess spent years getting his ears chewed, and reprimanded harsher than he ever had been. Mat made sure he had very little idle time that could be spent getting in trouble. If he wasn't accompanying Mat in his daily activities or completing tasks he was ordered to, then he was put to work in some of the more physically demanding jobs around the pack so that by the time he'd come home, he had no excess energy left to burn. Jess was expected to listen to every meeting, often quizzed afterward while getting a lesson in diplomacy. Entertainment included strategy and war games, puzzles that could sometimes take days or weeks to solve, and scenarios in which Jess had to come up with a viable solution for. It kept him busy and engaged. Though it was hard and Mat could sometimes be a real pain in the ass, Jess enjoyed it.

It took about ten years, but his mischievous, trouble-making streak was curbed and Jess became one of the youngest advisors in the pack. In truth, he was closer to second in charge. That particular position he earned only after a couple of years of being on the council.

He was a gruff hardass, but Jess thinks back on those times under Mateo's wing fondly. It helped shape him into the person he is now.

#my ocs #my writing #jess lore

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ieattaperecorders · 3 years

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A week after arriving Somewhere Else -

Martin stares solemnly at Jon's wound with tears in his eyes, Jon holds him and murmurs reassurances, promising he doesn't blame him, both of them barely whispering as if they're afraid to speak of it too loudly.

7+ years after arriving Somewhere Else -

Jon: (Trying to get out of doing the laundry) C'mon YOU KILLED ME

Martin: AND I'LL DO IT AGAIN IF I HAVE TO WASH MORE OF YOUR BLOODY SOCKS

#tma spoilers #tma finale #jonmartin #it might take them a bit but they'd get to the *making dumb jokes about it* phase no question

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luvring · 2 years

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heyy :)

can you write a little abt how do you think rime would react to the mc (his s/o) seeing his tail for the first time? 👀👀

i image it would be nsfw, so maybe you can add felix into this interaction?

thanks !! 💕

oh this is fun . i did it on @mitskeiji but in case someone wanted something sfw i've done an alternative scenario here too (a couple of suggestive jokes bc...rime) **felix is implied to be in the relationship in this version but he isn't There while rime does it :0 he's very much involved in the nsft version though

rime's tail haunts me because where is it if it isn't like sage's pants situation. i choose to ignore this dilemma

felix is the only person who's seen it because 1) rime thinks having a little fluffy tail is embarrassing and ruins his intimidating vibe and 2) he's Sensitive Around His Tail

felix figured this out himself by accident when he touched it and rime Jumped. he stared at felix failing to apologize past his laughing

but now rime's with mc who's Very curious about his supposed tail that no one has seen.

"rime?" "hm?" "is there any chance that i could ever, uh, see your...tail?" "...." "...." "you want to see me undress that badly, doll?"

to be honest he's a little anxious . i was going to say he wasn't anxious at all, just shocked at how out of the blue the question was, but then i was like....Vulnerability...rime...a combo.

he might find it a little dumb himself, being anxious about something like this. but at this point they haven't really gotten that far intimately and it's like ??

he doesn't let any of that show though

"and what are you willing to give me to see my tail?" "...love and affection?" "weak trade." "hey,"

rime quirking a brow and giving them a look. but if rime has a weakness, any weakness at all other than like, gossip and the satisfaction of embarrassing people,, it's mc. truly

he knew that they'd be the one to see it eventually, though a random afternoon while they were bored wasn't really what he expected. but what would he be if he complained when their face lights up and they do a little celebration? when they kiss and thank him? he'd be an idiot that's what he'd be

"what? were you really going to watch me undress? you know there are easi—" "okay okay okay i'm turning around"

rime tells them to be careful because he's sensitive while mc turns back around. he's turned to the side a little, arms crossed, while he looks back at it himself. mc is staring. mc is staring hard. mc is dying

they walk closer and touch it gently while looking for his reaction to make sure they didn't do anything wrong. "i'm not glass, angel." "listen, you said to be careful"

rime answers any and all questions they have about it semi-easily (if he ever had it out before, if it's like regular white-tailed deer tails when they sense danger, if it's annoying when he tries to sleep, etc.) but other than that it's a little quiet. his tail swishes and twitches every so often and rime has to stop himself from smiling/smirking when mc stares at it completely entertained

"i get why you hide this now, it'd definitely ruin the image you have going on" "you act like a tail would stop me from breaking someone" "well the way it flicks around might make it harder for me to take you seriously while you threaten them"

but to be serious,, mc thanks him. rime stops and looks at them and they explain, "for trusting me enough to show me."

rime isn't usually one to struggle for words but the genuineness in their voice and face leave him speechless for a second. his gaze softens for a bit before he puts on his signature cool nonchalant act back up, "don't tell anyone i showed you though."

mc does not listen. mc goes up to felix as soon as they're all together.

"felix. rime's tail." "...his tail?" "it's so cute." [cue rime glaring while felix, just like the first time, laughs but tries to apologize for it.] "i'd agree with you, love, but i'm afraid of any knives he currently has on him." "you should be."

felix tells mc about the first time he saw rime's tail and rime is left grimacing while they both laugh. then he remembers his tail is still out and makes sure they aren't angled to see it wagging while they all talk

a little bit impossible when they move in really close and teasingly coo about how cute he is, especially seeing how his tail is exposing him for being entertained.

tangent. rolls around on the floor . rime having like one pair of pants/a skirt that leaves space for his tail Locked away somewhere. mc, after begging and bargaining and the most extreme case of puppy eyes ever and swearing an oath that they won't tell anyone else,, finally finds and pulls it out.

where is my art of rime pouting while his tail is out and flicking around while mc (and/or felix) plays with his hair. pls

#last legacy #last legacy felix #last legacy rime #felix escellun #rime varela #fictif #🛒nia.reqs

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txttletale · 2 years

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Vi or Gideon for the character ask game! :)

gonna do gideon because all my opinons on vi boil down to "i just think she's neat" (and also i like the way u portray her in ur fics). my two opinions (ask meme. send me blorboi) favorite thing about them: i love how gideon is good at some things and bad at others. like, she's perceptive and understands a lot about stuff that makes sense to her (swords), but she's also totally oblivious and short-sighted and doesn't pay close attention to things that bore her. and that's just a great trait to have in a protagonist, you see her shine, you see where she doesn't. makes her rounded and likeable. least favorite thing about them: nothing she's perfect. the only two points in her narration when i disagreed with her was when she called abigail and cytherea's conversation boring (noo gideon historical trivia is actually very interesting) and when she condemmned ianthe's decision to throw augustine into the stoma (ianthe sucks but if she hadn't done that the Sun Would Have Gone Out.) but those aren't bad moments or anything they're in character and work well. i love her. #girl favorite line: ok this is a tough one. i think it might be "This is Gideon Nav Talking Time". like. the assertiveness. the 'i am not taking this bullshit anymore of it'. it's glorious brOTP: okay this is a weird one but hear me out. ianthe. i just thikn the brief dynamic they have at the end of Ht9 of Gideon being like 'you're a horrible creep and very evil please stop making such funny jokes' is really endearing. but also palamedes as like the first genuine real friend she has is also a heartwarming classic. my brOTP is gideon/any friends at all honestly OTP: i mean her and harrow obviously. are they unhealthy and insane and codependent? yeah. so what. let the #girls have a fucked up relationship in media for once i say. its feminism nOTP: ok its not so much a nOTP but i do think everyone who thinks that gideon/coronabeth would be healthy or even functional has a HUGE misreading of coronabeth. they're attracted to each other, for sure, but as an actual relationship they'd be awful for each other and it'd end in disaster. random headcanon: adhd gideon isn't a hot take but adhd gideon. unpopular opinion: every time i see a post arguing that gideon is 'actually smart' i'm like, idk, nonplussed. just feels like takes like that devalue the actual strengths and forms of intelligence she shows in order to frame them in a more, like, traditional way? lame. song i associate with them: cry for judas. i mean:

mistreat your altar boys long enough and this is what you get: sad and angry, can't learn how to behave still won't know how in the darkness of the grave long black night, morning frost i'm still here but all is lost

favorite picture of them: idk i don't keep fanart in mind usually but i like it when fanartists make her look like a bit less of a super-badass and instead focus on the fact that she's a goofy teen. she deserves to be smiling like a dumb asshole i think

#long post #ask meme #the locked tomb

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lalaangeldust · 3 years

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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 & 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

[ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ] : none :)

[ 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 ] : kaminari denki // bakugo katsuki // sero hanta

𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢

ah yes, the bakusquad's resident pretty boy

he would definitely be the most obvious about his crush

two words: shitty flirting

horrible pick-up lines and just overall bad flirting

he pulls through sometimes though ( with sero's advice ) and his ego inflates through the roof if he can get you flustered and blushing

but if you give him the same energy, he will immediately combust

all function out the window

congratulations, you broke denki

none of your possessions are safe when denki is within the vicinity

shirts, hoodies, skirts, hats, jewelry, hair accessories

if he can grab it, he will have it

he has worn / stolen everything in your closet at least once, if not it is most definitely his goal

it does not matter if he fits it or not, he will make it work

he has no shame

but one time he stretched out one of your favorite skirts and it tore a bit and he felt soooo bad

"it not my fault i have a fat ass, y/n"

but he brought you to the mall on a date with him to get a new one, so it's all works out ;)

denki honestly just lives to make you laugh

every time he's the reason you're laughing, it makes his chest puff up so big

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON MF TICKLING

if you two are close, he will without a doubt start a mock wrestling match and it always turns into a tickling fit with you pinned underneath him and wailing

but do NOT under any circumstances tickle him

he with shriek like a girl and accidentally activate his quirk

you nearly died

HE FELT BAD FOR THAT TOO

he's also just so infatuated with like- everything you do????

it doesn't matter how mundane you think it might be, as long as you're doing it, denki is so enthralled watching whatever it is you're doing

it's rather endearing

in all honesty, he'd probably blurt out he likes you outta no where while in the middle of a convo

he lights up every time your name is so much as mentioned

or- or

he'd be day dreaming, completely lost in his own world and someone would come up to him and ask him what he's thinking ab cus he looks basically dead to the world

still in a daze from being abruptly brought back to reality he'd just dreamily sigh, "y/n~" without even realizing

mans was SO embarrassed afterwards

face was beet red

*frantically looks around to see if you heard him or not*

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bonus: love languages!!

physical touch // giving

words of affirmation // receiving

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𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢

he's so emotionally constipated

that's not to say we wouldn't know he'd have feelings for you

he's actually pretty emotionally intelligent, and would be very perceptive of your emotions contrary to popular belief, he's just oblivious to his own feelings and emotions

he'd just ignore them

try his best to ignore you

key word try

but he always gives in and he'd make up dumb reasons to come bother you like-

he'd barge into your dorm while you're studying and he'd be like

"y/n i need a pen,"

"oh? uh ok, here you can have this one," you hand him a pen that you happened to have tucked behind your ear

"no not that one,"

...????

"can't you go to momo and ask her to make the pen you want..?"

bakugo starts to get grumpy at this point lmao

"no, she doesn't know how to make it,"

"well, what pen do you want..??"

bakugo hesitates cus he doesn't wanna admit that he doesn't actually want a pen, he wants to be with you

"that one," he lamely points at a beat up tinkerbell pen that you've had since you were like twelve

"really?? out of all the pens you choose that one?"

"shut up and just get it"

"... you can grab it,"

he goes and grabs it and goes to walk out the door without a word and right before he leaves he leans back and looks at you

"i need a pencil"

"OH MY GOD BAKUGO"

he kept the tinkerbell pen btw

like denki, bakugo would steal things from your dorm and not just anything, things that are actually inconvenient to misplace

he'd take your bobby pin container or your favorite brush so you'd come to him to ask where it went, he'd give it back ofc but not without a fight

he'd act totally clueless and he'd wait till you actually start to get pissed to tell you where he actually put your thing

so back to how he'd actually be very aware of your emotions

he'd notice the smallest changes and can always tell when you're upset but he wouldn't exactly know how to help you

so instead of using words, he'd use actions

you had a really bad day and he walked you to your dorm and when he came in he's like

"shit, your dorm is a fucking disaster, how do you live like this," you scowl at bakugo cus like- wtf i'm rlly emotional here you're not helping

he scoffs and bends down to start picking up your shit

"seriously, i have no idea how you find anything in here, nothing is organized" and he'd just keeps grumbling like an old man while completely cleaning and reorganizing your room

dont you dare try and help him though, he will yell at you

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bonus: love languages!!

acts of service // giving

quality time // receiving

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𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE

sero SCREAMS besfriends to lovers troupe

like- you two are already practically dating without even realizing it

the romantic tension

you guys banter and flirt with eachother so often, you both have no idea whether you're serious when you jokingly call the other sexy or not

the oblivious idiots troupe

sero makes everything a competition

not nearly to extent as bakugo would, but still goes a bit over the top

he'd use anything as an excuse to show off for you

one time, like the spiderman fanboy he is, he challenged you to see who can hang upside down the longest without passing out ( literally the stupidest idea, sero, you're going to loose braincells )

sero won, obviously and he takes full advantage of bragging rights

everyone says how denki's the flirt and whatever but NO

sero is the biggest mf flirt and denki got his game from him

so with that being said, you are not safe

HE IS A BULLY

he respects boundaries of course but that doesn't mean he's not gonna try and test his limits a bit and mess with you

he's always trying to get you flustered

god forbid you're shorter than him because he will tease the shit outta you for it

when you two train together, mf goes on overdrive ESPECIALLY if you two happen to be sparring together

he'd hover over you and lean his face in ever so slightly while your talking to him just to get a rise outta you

TILT YOUR HEAD UP WITH ONE FINGER

"could you repeat that? i'm having a hard time hearing,"

SHEEEEEEEE

but you also make fun of him for being tall, so it checks out

whenever he says some slick shit you're just like-

"I'm sorry, what? That's funny coming from someone who's above the national average height. you're disgusting, tall man; shrink perhaps" ( if anyone knows what tiktok audio i'm referencing, i'm in love with you )

hope you have your casket ready because sero's gonna slaughter your ass for that shit

ok but one time while you two were partnered up for hero training, you got on his nerves and he tied you up and left you hanging and the mf just left

maaaan were you livid

15 minutes

15 minutes you were left up there while sero was doing god knows what

you gave him the silent treatment for the rest of the day and sero was genuinely distressed cus he didn't mean to make you so mad

but lucky for him, he always knows how to get you to smile no matter how sad or are or how angry you are with him

he shoots you a piece of tape with his handwriting on it

he made up some stupid, horribly written poem asking for your forgiveness and he's just looking at you the entire time you're reading it with an exaggerated pout

how can you say mad at him?

on the topic of him sending you notes on his tape

he'd totally leave pieces of his tape in really obscure places in your dorm or even under your desk

they'd be really stupid messages too like-

"you stink"

or a really random inside joke you two have that makes literally no sense but even just the thought of it makes you laugh to tears

he'd also leave little origami figures he made with his tape in random places for you to find too

or he'd just give them to you

you have a shelf specifically dedicated for the things sero has made for you ( and he's really touched you actually keep all his shitty arts and crafts projects )

in conclusion, sero is the best and he is my favorite and i'd die for him

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bonus: love languages!!

gift giving // giving

physical touch // giving and recieving

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If you guys want, i can elaborate on their love languages in another post! <3

𝒇𝒊𝒏 . ✩

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angrelysimpping · 3 years

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How would the LIs react if /PC/ took any of their virginities?

Might have made Avery too soft 👉👈 but the idea of them being any kind of virgin has me 😖🥺

Alex

Alex….hasn’t met a lot of people. Most of their experience comes from awkward hook-ups conducted when they had to go into town to sell things.

Hand Holding

You guys have just finished clearing out another field. Alex is looking out over them, admiring your hard work. They’ll have to call their parents soon, tell them about the progress made on the farm.

They’re not fully thinking about it when they grab your hand and give it a squeeze.

When they realize what they’ve done, they blush. They don’t drop your hand, though.

Kiss

It’s noon, and you’re sitting under a tree with Alex, leaning against them, laughing at a dumb joke they made.

Maybe they’ve had a bit too much to drink, but Alex is feeling bold at the moment.

They turn, catching you by surprise, and press their mouth against yours.

They’ll let you take the lead if you have more experience.

Eager. Ends up on their back, pulling you on top of them.

When they pull away, they're starry-eyed, pulse racing.

Alex will have a hard time looking you in the eye for the rest of the day.

Oral

Has received oral a few times, but they’ve never given oral. They’re more than happy to change that, though.

They don’t want you to explicitly tell them what to do, they want to figure it out by your reactions. If they hurt you though, let them know.

So proud when they make you cum.

They might overstimulate you a bit. If you want them to stop, they will, but they think it’s cute, watching you squirm because of their mouth.

Penile

Nervous. But they try their best not to show it.

They kind of know what they’re doing. Their homeschooling wasn’t the best when it came to sex ed. They work on a farm, though. It’s not like they went around watching the farm animals mate, but it’s hard to avoid.

Also, the odds that one of their siblings didn’t make a bunch of dirty jokes when someone got a new partner? Absolutely zero. Siblings are the worst.

Cums quicker than they would have liked, but they last fairly long for their first time.

Doesn't hold back any sounds, lots of moaning.

Vaginal

They aren't exactly thinking clearly when they climb into your bed and start grinding on you. Normally, they'd have to have a few drinks in them to be so bold, but they're still high on adrenaline after a raid.

Starts mumbling in your ear about how they want you inside them.

If you need to grab a strap-on, do it quick because Alex will start whining the moment you're not touching them.

Moans loud enough for it to be heard outside the cottage when your cock/strap first slips into them. After that, they get real quiet.

Lots of quiet, little gaps and moans right in your ear.

Anal

Alex is a little embarrassed to ask for anal sex. Drinks a little more than they probably should to compensate.

As a result, they don’t actually ask for anal. They just, start guiding you to their ass during sex.

Wants to be on top so they can control how much goes in them at a time.

Holding a bottle of lube the whole time in a death grip.

Goes really slow, but they enjoy themself.

Might flip the two of you over and ask you to take control of the pace.

Less embarrassed about asking for anal in the future.

Avery

Has had plenty of experience. They're holding onto a few virginities, though. They're highly selective about their partners, after all.

Special note: if you need a strap-on, Avery is going to buy you one specificity for you to fuck them with. The only strap Avery will take is

✨✨Designer✨✨.

Hand Holding

Might honestly not realize that they haven’t held anyone's hand before.

Avery doesn’t consider it anything important when they hold your hand for the first time.

They’re just holding your hand while helping you from the car, really, it’s not a big deal.

They think it’s cute, though, if you make a comment on holding hands for the first time.

Kiss

It’s late, rain pounding against the windshield of Avery’s car.

They're dropping you off after a party. You'd done so well, charming the hosts and following Avery's lead while dancing.

They stop you from exiting the car, giving you a peck on the forehead.

You laugh, leaning over and giving them a quick kiss on the lips.

Avery’s a bit stunned. You kissed them. Without prompting. Of your own volition.

You duck out of the car, sprinting to the orphanage. You turn before going inside, waving to Avery.

It takes Avery a while to realize you were their first kiss.

Oral

Straight up has never seen the appeal in oral sex. Giving or receiving. They think it’s too messy, and a little gross.

But you asked so nicely. And you’ve been so well-behaved lately.

They blame it on all the wine they had.

Not entirely sure what to do. If you have experience, you’ll need to give them some instructions.

Avery is a quick study.

They enjoy it more than they thought they would. It probably helps that once they figure out how to make you gasp and squirm under them, they feel like they’re more in control. Especially when they do something that makes you grab their hair and pull them closer.

Give them a warning before cumming, though. They’re not exactly comfortable with you cumming in their mouth. Yet, anyway.

Going to ask you to return the favor.

Penile

Look, they may not have experience in this field specifically, but they’re an adult. They’ve had other sexual experiences. They’ve watched porn. They’ve masturbated. They think they have a fair idea of what to do.

And they do, kind of.

They fumble around a little, but it could have gone a lot worse.

Serious. Don’t make any jokes during this time, they will lose their erection if you get them to laugh.

Actually lasts a pretty decent amount of time. They’ve got a lot of self-control, after all.

A lot of breathy moans and sighs.

Vaginal

They’re the one to suggest it.

Somehow very in control as they guide your cock/strap into their pussy.

Does it feel a bit strange? Sure. They've never quite felt full like this.

But you seem so intent on getting inside them, on making them feel good. It makes Avery feel powerful.

Some laughing, lots of soft moans.

Anal

Again, they’re the one to suggest it.

You have to go slow. Working your way up over multiple dates. From fingers to toys to you.

If Avery has never had anal sex, it also means that they’ve never let anyone touch them there before. At all. That’s just how they are.

Bought some high-quality lube for the occasion.

The head of your cock/strap is the worst part. Avery keeps having you stop and use more lube. Once the head is inside them, the rest is easy.

Takes a while to get used to it, but soon Avery is asking you to go a little faster, be a little rougher.

Might actually end up enjoying anal sex more than other forms of sex.

Eden

Has experience but they’ve got some virginities left. Partially because they don’t like people much. Partially because there aren’t a lot of opportunities to meet people, living deep in the woods.

Hand Holding

You’ve convinced Eden to go to the lake with you.

It startles them when you grab their hand. They had been scanning the woods, making sure nothing was sneaking up on the two of you. They hadn’t expected it.

They have to fight down the blush that threatens to spread over their face. It’s just holding hands. It’s not that big of a deal.

Don’t stop holding their hand, though.

Kiss

Hasn’t kissed anyone because it seems too intimate to do with someone they didn’t really like.

You guys have lived together for a while, and Eden considers you their companion.

You both are just waking up. You stretch, the fur blankets sliding off you. Eden’s eyes snapping to focus on your body, as they often do.

You laugh, leaning over to give Eden a soft kiss on their lips, telling them you’ll start breakfast.

You miss the blush that spreads across Eden’s face at your actions.

Oral

Has probably had you go down on them a few times before they feel like they want to return the favor.

They don't want you to tell them what to do.

Might be a bit too rough, but they can tell when you're whining from pain or pleasure.

This does not mean they won't intentionally do something to cause you discomfort. They like reminding you who's in charge, even if they're the one going down on you.

Penile

Their knowledge comes from 'trashy' romance books. So, they have an idea of what to do. Sorta.

Doesn’t spend that much time on foreplay. They’re too eager. Might hurt you in their haste.

The only thing that could give away that Eden is a virgin is when they shudder once they're finally inside you, their jaw clenching. That’s it. That’s their only tell. You could honestly go your whole life without realizing Eden shared their penile virginity with you.

An absurd amount of stamina.

Lots of low groans and growls.

Vaginal

Again, anything they didn't learn first hand, they read in a 'trashy' romance novel.

Again, the only way you would know Eden is a virgin is if they stopped for a moment after getting you fully inside.

Eden is on top. They are riding you. There is no room for argument. They refuse to have it any other way.

Some awkward movements at first, but they find a rhythm rather quick.

Low groans and growls. Bites at your neck and chest a lot.

Anal

You will know Eden is an anal virgin.

It's the first, and possibly the last, time you will ever see Eden nervous during sex.

They know anal sex can hurt, and they don't want to look weak. Even if they are taking your cock/strap in their ass, they're worried about being vulnerable.

Don’t mention to them how they are technically always vulnerable during sex. They will try to prove you wrong. They might succeed.

Somehow still manages to dom while giving you their anal virginity.

Won't ask for anal sex often, only when they get a craving for it.

Kylar

Virgin. No experience. Seen a lot of porn. Mostly hentai. Knows how sex works from learning about pregnancy but they still have misconceptions because of the porn they’ve consumed.

Hand Holding

You’ve invited Kylar to walk around the park with you, and they can barely contain themself.

They want to hold your hand, but they keep chickening out, letting their hand hover next to yours.

Maybe next time, if there is a next time, Kylar can pluck up the nerve to-

Kylar squeaks in surprise when you take their hand in yours, rubbing your thumb over their knuckles.

The smile you give Kylar is positively radiant.

Kiss

Kylar doesn’t know how to kiss. They want to kiss you, so, so badly. But they don’t know how to. They’ve started looking it up at home, how to kiss. But then they see things and they start to think of you. They get distracted.

When they drag you into a closet at school, they know they’re going to kiss you in there. The darkness gives them some courage.

Sloppy. Too much tongue. If you don’t have experience either, good luck.

Joke about giving Kylar kissing lessons and they’ll start blushing and stuttering so hard.

After getting past the nervousness of having their first kiss, they want to kiss whenever possible.

Oral

Incredibly eager to go down on you.

Messy, a lot of drool.

They kind of like it if you try to fuck their face. They must really be making you feel good!

You can give them some guidance, but they want to figure most of it out on their own.

Looking up at your face the whole time.

Going to try to drink as much of your cum as possible.

You might have to pull Kylar off you, they get a bit overzealous.

Penile

Low key has a semi every time they see you.

It does not take much to get Kylar fully hard and ready to go.

Cums almost instantly. They keep going, though. They promised to fuck you, and they’re not letting something like getting overstimulated stop them.

The fact that it’s their first time does not stop Kylar from trying to go multiple rounds, trying to fill you up with as much of their cum as possible.

Babbling the whole time about how they’re going to fill you with cum and breed you. Doesn’t matter if you can’t get pregnant. Their breeding kink knows no bounds.

Vaginal

The only reason Kylar will not seriously hurt themself when giving you their vaginal virginity is because the vagina is self-lubricating. That and because just seeing you gets them wet. That’s it. That's the only reason.

They’re either trying to take your cock/strap in one go by sinking down on you or wrapping their legs around you and trying to force you inside.

Immediately begging you to fuck your babies into them. No hesitation. It does not matter if you’re using a strap-on, either. As soon as they feel you pressed flush against them, they start whimpering about how they want you to breed them.

Loud, they do not hold back.

Anal

Stop Kylar for hurting themself for the love of god!

They’re so eager to have your cock/strap inside them, they’re not going to stop if they feel any pain.

Pin Kylar down, grab some lube, and finger their ass. Kylar soon learns that they love the feeling, thrusting down on your fingers.

The longer you take to prepare them, the more loved they feel. You’re taking so much time to make sure not to hurt them! Might cum from your fingers and that knowledge alone.

Loud! They do not hold back!

Robin

Robin hasn’t had much experience. Some fumbling, clumsy touches between two inexperienced people. Nothing serious. Nothing under the clothes.

Hand Holding

Robin walks next to you as you head to school.

It’s not the first time they’ve walked with you. But it’s the first time they’ve walked with you since they slipped that note into your room.

You’re about to cross the street when they stop you, asking if they can hold your hand, their face completely red.

When you say yes, they lace your fingers together, beaming.

Robin will swing your arm back and forth while holding hands.

Kiss

Robin is sitting in the garden with you, making a flower crown.

They’re working up all their courage to lean over and give you a kiss. Just on the cheek. But still, it will be a kiss! And then maybe Robin can work up the confidence to give you a proper kiss.

They start to lean over when you turn to face them. So, it’s an accident when your lips come into contact. Their face goes completely red.

They start apologizing and only stop when you kiss them again.

Oral

Nervous.

Wants to give you head but they’re worried about doing a bad job.

They are going to try to do research and then get really embarrassed by the search results.

Please, just tell them what to do.

They’re looking up at your face the whole time.

Penile

So nervous that they almost can’t get an erection at first.

Intent on not causing you any discomfort, they will use way too much lube. It doesn't matter if it's your first time or not. You will have to stop them from using at least half a bottle.

Lots of nervous laughter. Shaking hands.

They do not last very long but will make sure you finish.

Vaginal

Slips into your bed at night and pulls you against them.

The darkness gives them confidence. That and how you react.

Robin has fingered themself before, so it’s not a completely foreign feeling when you slip a few fingers into them.

But it’s not enough. They want more.

They will start giggling if you have to leave the bed to get a strap-on. You have to quiet them with kisses.

Trying really hard not to be too loud. They don’t want to attract attention. Would die from humiliation if Bailey walked in on you two.

Presses their face into your neck to stifle any sounds. Ends up licking and kissing your neck a lot as a result.

Anal

You are going to have to suggest it. Unless they’re really confident, Robin is not bringing up anal sex.

Also, you can’t just spring this on Robin. They’re doing their most to make sure this is a good experience for both of you.

Again, stop them from using too much lube. Like, it’s going to get to the point where they’re just wasting it and that stuff costs money.

Quiet. Like, almost concerningly so. If it wasn’t for Robin’s occasional moan of “yes,” and “right there,” you would be worrying that you were hurting them and they were putting on a brave face.

Whitney

Gonna try real hard to hide they have any virginities left to give. Every time they take one of your virginities, they tease you for it. They’ll be damned if they let you tease them back.

Hand Holding

Sure, they’ve held people's hands before. Just, not in a romantic way. It’s always been dragging people around.

When you first slip your hand into theirs while walking in the park, they almost freeze. They can feel the blush creeping across their face. They speed up a bit, trying to hide how you’ve flustered them.

It’s….nice, your hand. Warm. They like it, they think.

This doesn’t mean you can just grab their hand whenever, though! Don’t think you can do this all the time!

Kiss

Kissing is too sentimental for how Whitney conducts their ‘relationships.’ Whitney fucks. Kissing is for making love and Whitney’s sure as shit not doing that.

It’s raining, and you’ve found Whitney in the park again. God, do you ever stop talking?

You crack a stupid joke and start laughing.

Whitney grabs you by the back of the head, forcing their mouth against yours.

They're a bit clumsy. A bit too hard and with too much teeth.

If you have experience, they’ll pick up on what to do quickly.

They are not blushing when they pull away from you and no one would believe you even if they were!

Oral

Having received so much oral and watched so much porn focusing on oral, they actually have a pretty good idea of what they’re doing. Like, a surprisingly good idea. You wouldn’t think someone with no practical experience could be so good with just theoretical knowledge.

Gets really into it. They are learning some new things about themself. Like how even with their head between your legs, they can still dom you. That they really like the sounds they can get out of you like this. That their oral fixation apparently goes both ways.

They are going to overstimulate you. They just are. They’re not going to stop until they feel like it. Whitney gets bored easily, but, unfortunately for you, they find the way you squirm under them, tug on their hair, whine that “it's too much,” very entertaining.

Don’t try to fuck their face, they will bite you!

Don’t tease them if they gag, they will bite you!

Penile

Has had their dick sucked innumerable times, but has never liked anyone enough to stick it in their hole. It takes too much time. Whitney would rather just cum and leave. They don’t care if the person who sucked them off enjoyed themself or not.

You’re the first person they’ve actually wanted to fuck.

Has seen enough porn to have an idea of what to do. They sure as hell weren’t paying attention in science class. Except for that one time Sirris put on a legit porno. Even then, Whitney’s seen better.

For once, their roughness stems more from inexperience than from actually wanting to elicit pain.

Tries to hold back any sounds they might make. Lots of panting and quiet groans.

Last for a surprisingly long time.

Vaginal

Whitney has you pinned down, rubbing their pussy against your cock/strap-on.

If they’re letting you take their virginity, you best believe Whitney is going to be on top while it happens.

It feels different than they expected. They’ve had fingers in them before, and plenty of tongues. They just weren’t ready for the stretch of sinking down onto you.

Don’t make fun of any noises they make, they will strangle you.

And don’t mention it if they have to take a moment to adjust.

Manages to ride you pretty well, for their first time and all.

Might roll the two of you over so you’re on top and let you fuck them. Because they’re tired! It’s more of a workout on their thighs than they thought it would be! Not because they’re starting to get overwhelmed!

Anal

Almost exactly the same situation as above. Whitney has you pinned and plans to fuck you even if you're technically taking their virginity.

Cocky bastard gets overconfident and tries to take your cock/strap in one go.

Whitney is going to threaten you to never bring up the sound they made once the head of your cock/strap pushed inside their ass.

Or how they froze, for a moment.

Or that you were able to flip them over, so Whitney was on their back.

Or literally anything that happened after you started to sink into them.

Embarrassed about their reactions. The next time they initiate anal sex, they’re going to try to ride you for all they’re worth, biting and scratching at you while they move their hips. Their movements are sloppy and Whitney’s still moaning into your skin as they bite you, but they don’t freeze up again.

#degrees of lewdity #Avery the Businessperson #Alex the Farmhand #Eden the Hunter #Kylar the Loner #Whitney the Bully #Robin the Orphan

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cherrydreamer · 3 years

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The evening starts normally. Starts like so many others have, with Billy coming round to Steve's house and letting himself in and helping himself to a beer before he shrugs off his denim jacket and sits down right next to Steve to watch some cheesy quiz show; and then it's not long before Billy's sprawled practically lengthways across the couch, his feet in Steve's lap, acting all cocky when he gets four questions right in a row and then pretending that he didn’t hear the one he couldn’t answer.

It’s fun. Easy. Damn near domestic but that’s them. That's how they are now.

But then Billy needs a smoke.

So Steve picks up the jacket, the one that Billy so casually threw down, and puts it on. He does it without thinking, he just knows that he's gonna want something to ward off the chill while they both stand out on the patio because while Billy might be a badass who scoffs at the idea of needing an extra layer against the Indiana chill, even he won't dare to break Mrs. Harrington's rule about cigarettes in the house.

And if Steve notices how good the jacket smells, how well the denim holds that heady mix of smoke and cheap cologne that Billy manages to make smell better than any of Steve's expensive stuff, well then that's just him being observant. Attuned to his surroundings. Appreciative of a decent scent. Nothing more.

And then it's just instinct when Billy pats his jean pockets searching for his lighter, for Steve to reach into the jacket pockets and start looking too. Feeling around. His hands breaching the places where only Billy's fingers have been before.

Until he finds something that is very much not a Zippo.

Instead, Steve pulls out a whole folded up wad of silly little notes and doodles. The ones that he'd been leaving in Billy's locker since Billy’s first stuttered but heartfelt apology in the locker room. Since they became friends.

The notes are nothing special. Most are just dorky little cartoons of the two of them, Steve always with exaggerated hair and Billy looking like Shirley Temple with muscles like Popeye; some are little message like 'played well today, tiger!' with some cutesy cartoon tiger cub in a Hawkins jersey; some have quotes from the movies they'd seen together, the two of them slumped on the couch in Steve's living room, Steve's with his legs curled up and his feet resting against Billy's thigh or Billy's head lolling against Steve's shoulder when he falls asleep halfway through.

Dumb things, Steve had thought. Quick, silly things written out in lessons when he should've been listening and then slipped into Billy's locker in the hope of raising a smile.

He's not sure what it means, exactly, not sure why Billy needs to carry them around. He's about to joke. Make some quip about how maybe Billy's hoping they’ll be worth something when Steve becomes a famous artist. Keeping them as an investment. But then he looks over to see Billy frozen and watching with a look of horror on his face and a tremor in his hands.

And it takes a moment. A few seconds for the cogs to turn and for Steve to understand the reason behind Billy's expression. The reason why he's staring at the notes like they're the pages from his diary.

And then Steve gets it.

And. Oh. Okay.

It's not a surprise. Not really. Steve's always had an inkling. Found himself wondering. Almost found himself hoping.

And so Steve can't help himself. He has to push that little bit further. Find out that little bit more. So he reaches into the breast pocket of the jacket.

And that's when Billy gasps. A tiny sound. Bitten off and swallowed down almost as soon as he makes it. But Steve's paying attention now. Looking and listening and understanding.

But he needs to know. To be sure.

So he pulls out the other note. The one that's been separated from the others. The one Billy kept next to his heart. The one with 'looking good today, darlin'' in his loopy handwriting, outlined with a lopsided heart.

It was meant as a silly thing. A reference to some dumb little in-joke they'd had, one of those quotes they'd keep repeating to each other for a few days until it gets overtaken by a line from a film or a hilarious misheard lyric or something else. Anything else.

But neither of them could quite let it go. And they found themselves saying it long after they'd forgotten the source of it. One line that stayed long after others had come and gone.

And Steve thinks that now he knows. Now he's sure.

So he folds it back up carefully and slips it right back into the pocket. Gives it a few quick pats, an answering echo to the beating of his own heart. And then he walks over to Billy with a smile, reaching out to pluck the unlit cigarette from his lips as he leans in close and whispers,

"Looking even better tonight, baby."

#harringrove #i'm not 100% with this BUT #it's clogging up my drafts so I'm setting it free #and I know that ghostbat (my beloved) saw some potential in it SO #that's good enough for me #👻🦇#and you KNOW steve keeps on leaving notes #but the doodles get a lil racier #and the quotes get a little soppier #cherrywrites

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mlm-cottage-love · 2 years

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NSFW

K hear me out. I wanna kiss all over his face, do a skincare routine on him, put face masks on him (honestly I don't care if I have the same shit I don't care this is about HIM RN LET ME LIVE), and just make him laugh about some stupid joke, still just kissing his face and holding his cheeks.

While he's laughing and just, HAPPY and shit, giving him hickeys all around his neck and lower jaw. Making a point to bite down harder when he breathes in, calling him dumb for getting worked up over nothing :), kissing him and pulling out when he gets to into it just to piss him off :).

Just trailing down as low as I can go without scooting down, biting harder if he doesn't make enough noise :). Kissing over a few painful ones, hovering over his lips, moving back if he actually TRIES to kiss, for fun :). Doing that a few times over and holding his face, rubbing his cheek with my thumb, drawing my hand back when he's distracted and slapping him lightly.

Going harder or lighter depending on what I feel he deserves :), going until his eyes are watery and his face is covered in red marks. Rubbing his sour cheeks and asking if he's okay, kissing at his eyes and down his nose. Telling him he did a fantastic job and that I'm proud of him :). Pulling his mouth open with my thumb and spitting into it, telling him to shut and swallow, holding his jaw and tilting his head back to make sure he does :).

Putting cream on his face to try and lessen the pain, and saying that he gets a present for doing so well :). Letting him pick but giving him options, either I could

1) Actually kiss him, for as long as he wants and I won't complain or be allowed to call it off. BUT, it can't be anything other than kissing, and nothing besides the lips.

2) We can just watch a show he likes, cuddle up, and take a nap. BUT, this also means he's not allowed to get off that night, or any other night unless I feel like he can :). It doesn't matter whether he wants to, if he was close, if he already fucked up his pants, he's not allowed to actually get off :). Or.

3) I could suck him off, and he gets to control what happens :). He could hold me down and choke me on his dick, he could make me cry and run out of breath, literally whatever he wants. He can even choose where he wants to cum, whether that's on my face, or down my throat :). BUT, he doesn't get kissed the entire time, and won't be until I feel like it :). Whether that be a few minutes or a few hours or a few days, he doesn't get them :).

Aftercare is just making sure he's comfortable, basically cocooning him and shoving pillows around him, making sure he's not in pain (or the pain he IS in he's fine with), putting lotion on his neck and chest and making sure not to press on the hickeys, putting cream on his face again (for safe measure), taking a God awful amount of pictures of him because he's just AHHHH ya know.

Bringing him water and a hydrating snack (for obvious reasons), not letting him MOVE because he need to REST and moving isn't RESTING DUDE, putting on a show he likes or music or just watching some funny tiktoks :). Making sure he understands that I'm proud of him, I care about his wellbeing, and that he can always tell me if something is making him unhappy and/or uncomfortable :))))))).

Literally he can wear my hoodies, my shirts, literally anything if it makes him happy. If he wants me to wear his clothes I, without a fucking doubt, will do that if it makes him happy :). I might be several sizes smaller, but I have enough baggy hoodies that he could always wear those :), plus they'd always look so much better on him so yea I just...yea he's super cool :) <333.

~emotional shit below this horny post :(~

I just hope he's okay and happy and shit, and I want him to know that I just, really do care about his thoughts and his opinions and I wanna hear about them. If he wants to talk I will always be open to talking, even if it takes me a bit to respond I'll still help him.

I really wish he didn't live somewhere else, cause I miss him for some stupid reason :(, like I just wanna spend the day buried in his chest and laughing with him :(, and he's too busy to facetime but I wanna see and talk to him :(((, oh nooooooo no this is making me sad :(, this was meant to be a horny post but I wanna cry now man :(((((((((((((((((. Ignore this I'm just in my feels rn :((.

Like I just wanna buy him stuff, I just wanna make him happy and comfortable and not have to worry about anything, I wanna make him feel cared about and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH :((((((((((!!!!!!!!!

I want to help him, and make him food, and TAKE PICTURES OF HIM AND I'M TIRED RN AND I WANNA CRY AND TEXT HIM BUT I DON'T WANNA WAKE HIM UP BUT BAAAAAAAAHAHHHHHHH :(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((!!!!!!! I wanna just hold him man I know he's taller than me but does that matter :(? I gotta go to bed man :((((.

But I don't WANNA TELL HIM THIS ALL BECAUSE WHAT IF HE DOESN'T FEEL THE SAME AND THINKS I'M EMOTIONAL AND WEIRD BUT :(((((, AND HE'S SO FUNNY AND COOL AND HAS GREAT HOBBIES AND HE PRETTY AND NICE AND I JUST REALLY LIKE HIM AND I WANNA TALK TO HIM ALL THE TIME BUT THAT'S SELFISH :((((((((((!!!

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localcactushugger · 3 years

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Honestly the thing that really pisses me off, the thing that really hurts the most, about the Hawks vs. Twice conflict is the fact that they had so much potential.

I know on my blog I post mostly about Hawks and bnha leaks, but Twice was by far my favorite Villian and I loved seeing him every time he showed up. I love and understand both Hawks and Twice.

And Horikoshi fucking robbed us.

He robbed us of potentially the most hilarious and pure bromance in all of Bnha history.

All because of the fucking plot.

Think of the beautiful dynamic these two already had! They were only together for what? 2, maybe 3 months at most? And during that time they both learned to sympathize with each other. They even laughed at each other's jokes!!

They actually cared about each other even though their goals and morals didn't exactly aligne.

Both of them saw each other as "good/ kind hearted people" who were deserving of sympathy:

"You're a swell guy!" "Right back at ya."

"You're a good person."

"Anyone who wants to help their friends can't be all that bad." "I know you're good natured." "Let's fly free together!"

"I empathize with their cause." "I wanna fly free"

LOOK AT THEM JOKING AND LAUGHING TOGETHER!!!

LOOK AT THE FINGER GUNS!!

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??? WE WERE ROBBED OF THIS:

I'm still so fucking salty about it. It's genuinely upsetting to me.

What's sad is that both of them genuinely cared and wanted to help each other. They just couldn't because their goals were so different.

Twice wanted to help his friends and "protect their happiness" more than anything, and that's why he was fine with helping them destroy/take over Japan. Because nothing matters more than the league's happiness. He'd burn down the world and "sell his soul" to make the Leauge happy! They were his friends. His family. They were his everything!

And Hawks' goal revolved around keeping the people of Japan safe. It revolved around making sure the Leauge didn't hurt anyone because "If you had just captured the Leauge when you had the chance . . ! Think of how many citizens might be alive today!" It revolved around making sure that "everyone would be able to laugh by the time the next cherry blossoms fall."

Both of them were kind hearted genuinely good people. The only difference is that they fought to protect different things.

But that doesn't mean they didn't care about each other or didn't reach out. Both of them reached out!

Twice reaching out: "I know we're being monitored right now, but I wish they'd stop spying on you! I get how you feel."

Hawks reaching out: "You've been unlucky, but you can make a fresh start once you pay for your crimes. I'll even help you start over! Because you're a good person."

Twice didn't know why a hero would sympathize with the liberation army. But a person who wanted to help his friends couldn't be that bad right?

Hawks knew how powerful Twice was and all the horrible things the Liberation army was planning for Japan. But Twice was good natured and kind right?

Both of them made efforts to understand each other. But neither of them could let go of their goals or the things they wanted to protect.

Twice remained loyal to the Leauge. To protect his friends happiness.

Hawks remained loyal to his mission. To protect the people of Japan.

Both characters were sympathetic towards each other, but at the same time they were both fiercely determined to do what they thought was right in the moment. It makes perfect sense story and character wise . . .

BUT THINK OF THE BROMANCE WE LOST!!

I'm still so upset about it!! I was so happy when Twice and Hawks started to warm up to each other, even though I knew it wouldn't turn out well.

Can you imagine these two doing finger guns? Laughing at each other's jokes?? Eating Yakitori together and making up secret handshakes???

They had such a pure, funny, bittersweet dynamic that pulled at my heart strings and made me laugh at the same time.

Honestly I don't know where I'm going with this. I just wanted to rant about the two of them for a bit because I love them both. And I just know if they weren't on the opposite sides of a war they would've been the bestest bros in the world.

Y'all can have whatever opinions you want about Hawks and Twice. But this is a post meant to appreciate their short-lived friendship and amazing dynamic. It's meant to appreciate and show love for both of their characters.

So please keep any bitter comments away from this post. I know everyone has different opinions about these two, but I've heard the debates a million times. Any disrespectful or mean notes will be deleted swiftly.

Just keep the vibes of this post nice okay? Why can we never have nice things in this fandom?

The whole Hero stan vs. Villain stan thing honestly ruins it for me, and I've quickly learned that It destroys all room for understanding and only creates division.

So whatever 12 yr old created the toxic Hero vs. Villain stan dynamic in this fandom, I hope you step on a Lego. Because I'm sure that dynamic has ruined a lot of characters for some people.

If you're someone who can't like a character just because they're a "villain" or a "hero", I'm genuinely sorry for you and I hope you know it's not your fault. This fandom likes to make the whole Hero vs. Villain thing a competition sometimes, and all the extremely biased metas don't always leave room for debate. Sometimes it can even make you feel like you have to pick a side. And it can make it hard for people to enjoy some character's as well.

People will try to demonize Twice.

People will try to demonize Hawks.

Obviously you can love whatever characters you want regardless of their roles in the story, but It's sad how that kind of division in a fandom leaves little room for understanding. And it's sad how quickly a fandom can ruin a character for some people as well. (I've had characters almost be ruined for me too. It sucks.)

Obviously, as a human being I also have my opinions, biases, and favorite characters. And having those isn't a bad thing! Just so long as you're respectful about it. And I'm saying this as someone who has, admittedly, partaken in the Hero vs. Villain stan dynamic once or twice myself. Even though I personally think that dynamic is dumb. I've also had moments where I've lost patience over "bad takes" I didn't like as well. I'm not perfect. No one is, and you can disagree with me all you like if you want. It's chill dude. 👌👌👌

But I would like to keep this post conflict free. In my opinion, Twice and Hawks are both genuinely good people. This is not something I will ever budge on. And i want to enjoy both of their beautiful characters just this once. I love and understand them both your honor. ✋😔

#seriously. good vibes only #be nice to each other in the comments (or notes? whatever. you get it)#anyways i love Hawks and Twice #i have no doubt they would send each other shitposts at 3am with no context #the two of them would have competition's to see who could fit the most food in their mouth #they would be the most destructively playful dynamic duo #think of the shenanigans!#Horikoshi didn't put them together because they were too powerful #he's a coward 😤#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #hawks #bnha spoilers #keigo takami #takami keigo #bnha hawks #mha hawks #twice bnha #bnha twice #bubaigawara jin #jin bubaigawara #mha spoiler #bnha meta #hawks meta #I'm debating putting this is the Twice tag #whatever I'm putting it #mha twice #the point of the post is i wish they could've stayed friends. This was in my drafts and I'm posting it before I loose courage

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impalas-r-important · 3 years

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Branch Out - Chapter 2

Summary: Y/N left everything she's ever known, and Dean just wants to be left alone. With both of them trying to heal from heartache, they might just end up finding what they need in the last place they'd ever look.

Word Count: 6550

Pairing: Dean x Reader (eventually, maybe?)

Warnings: I don't think there are any for this chapter, but if you think i should add one, feel free to let me know!

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Branch Out Masterlist

My Masterlist

Saturday was a welcome break from work, but there was no sleeping in. A delivery truck brought your bed frame, a small kitchen table, and a coffee table early in the morning and you were over the moon about not having to sleep on the cold floor anymore. You figured the tables would be fairly easy to put together, so you left those for last. You emptied the box with the bedframe and did your best to carefully lay out all the pieces so they would be easy to find as you went along. Before you started, you grabbed your radio and shuffled through your CDs, deciding on The Eagles to be today’s soundtrack.

You threw half of your hair up in a bun to pull the small pieces from your face, rolled up your sleeves, and looked around for the instructions. You couldn’t actually remember seeing any kind of paper as you unpacked the pieces, so you dumped out the box. Nothing. You looked under every piece of wood, and in every corner of your tiny house, but came up empty handed.

“Fan-friggin-tastic…” You grumbled and stared down the lumber and hardware, trying to make sense of this now seemingly impossible puzzle.

Hours had passed, and you had only managed to put together a pathetic amount of the bedframe. The stupid bits and pieces that were strewn across the floor taunted you with every wrong part you picked up. Before any vital pieces ended up getting thrown into the fireplace out of frustration, you decided it would be best to take a break and make some lunch. You needed to make a run to the grocery store and stock your fridge and shelves, but you’d need to wait until you got your truck back, so you kept your fingers were crossed that Bobby would be able to get to it today.

You settled on a protein shake and a banana for your meal and were sitting on the kitchen counter when two quick knocks at the door interrupted your thoughts. You turned the music down a notch and wove your way through the maze of wood that had taken over your living room. You were expecting to see Sarah standing on the other side of your front door but were surprised to find Dean. One hand was slipped into his coat pocket and his shoulders were slightly rounded, showing that he didn’t really want to be here right now.

“Oh,” you did your best to not sound massively surprised but did a bang-up job, “hi.”

“Hey,” he cleared his throat, and a tuft of breath flew from his mouth in the cold air, “I just wanted to say sorry for being kind of a dick last night. I’m not really a people person and I’m definitely not used to having neighbors.” His eyes, which were glued to the ground made their way up to meet yours. “The bars were good though. I ate them all last night. I figured you’d want this back.” He extended his arm holding the plate you had placed the treats on to take over to him.

You tried your hardest to stop the smug smirk that was pulling at the corners of your mouth. “That’s actually a disposable plate.”

“Oh,” he looked down at it, “it’s one of the fancy plastic ones though, so I wasn’t sure if you wanted it back or not…” It was definitely not fancy, but the thought of him scrubbing the sticky blueberry mess off of a cheap plate was completely endearing.

“Well, good as new then.” You smiled and took the plate back from him, making a mental note to only give him paper plates from here on out if the situation arose. You stepped just inside the door and tossed the plastic onto the kitchen counter.

Dean raised an eyebrow as he snuck a peek at the mess that was you house at the moment. “Whoa, did a bomb go off in here?”

You looked around with a sigh. “No, but I’m about ready to blow the whole place up and just start over.” Stepping out of the way, you signaled for Dean to come in out of the freezing cold. He stomped his boots off on the front porch and stepped inside. “I didn’t bring any furniture with me when I moved, so I ordered some online. This mess,” you motioned vaguely around the room, “is supposed to be a bedframe but some genius forgot to put the instructions in the box.”

“How long have you been at it?” Dean stepped closer to the junk yard that had become your living room.

You really didn’t want to answer that question because you figured he’d just tell you what you were doing wrong. “Not that long.” Lying had never been something you were good at. Dean took one look at the guilty look on your face and saw right through it.

“So, all morning?”

“All morning.” You admitted and crossed your arms in shame. For a short second, you could have sworn that you saw a hint of a smile on Dean’s face. He was probably laughing at your miserable handy work.

“Well, for starters, you should put the bedframe together in the bedroom. Not the living room.” He walked around the wood pieces and began organizing them into piles.

“The bedroom is really small, so I figured it would be easier to put the big pieces together out here and then put the whole thing together in the bedroom.” You watched with some distain as he easily began to piece together the headboard. “You don’t have to do that, you know…”

“Do what?” He asked but didn’t look up from his crouched position on the floor.

“Help.” You shrugged. “I heard you loud and clear last night that you aren’t looking for friends.”

Dean paused for a moment. “Maybe I’m just staying for the good music.”

“You like The Eagles?”

“Who doesn’t?”

“One of my dad’s rules to live by is that you should never trust people who wear socks to bed or people who hate The Eagles.”

“Your dad sounds like a smart man.” There it was again, an elusive smile from the self-proclaimed loner. You were sure you saw it this time. “But I do have to say that no one beats the mighty Zep.”

You could respect a guy who loved the classics. “Wow, the good taste in music almost makes up for the crabby attitude.”

Dean knew you were teasing and gave you a fed-up look. “Do you have a drill?” He asked.

You picked up a screwdriver from the counter and held it up. Dean shook his head. “No, an actual drill.”

“I have a hammer…”

A chuckle escaped from Dean’s chest. “You were planning on hammering these screws into your new furniture?”

“I was working with what I had. Don’t judge me.”

Dean stood and amusedly shook his head as he made his way to the door, leaving it open while he walked to his truck and pulled a drill from the toolbox that was in the bed. As you watched, you noticed that your driveway had been cleared of the snow from last night’s flurry and couldn’t help but find that odd. You didn’t hear a truck outside your house this morning.

Dean skipped a few steps up the stairs and hurried inside, taking off his coat once he had shut the door after him. “Can I put this here?” He laid his it over the back of a chair that had been here when you moved in.

“Yeah.” You took one more peek out the window at the plowed path to your house from the road. “Hey, weird question, but you wouldn’t happen to know how my driveway got cleared, would you?”

“You ever heard of a snowplow?” His words dripped with sarcasm, but you were well versed in the language as well.

“A snowplow? Hmm, doesn’t ring a bell. What’s that?” You exaggerated every word, but Dean still looked up at you with furrowed brows before realizing that you were joking.

“I just didn’t realize the plows would come this far up the mountain. I promise I’m not as dumb as I look.” Kneeling a few feet away from him on the floor, you held the piece of wood his was trying to secure in place steady.

“The driver is a buddy of mine, He’s a good guy so he probably just wanted to help out the new girl.” Dean explained. You couldn’t help but feel lucky that you had found a place that was full of kind folks. The headboard was put together in a matter of minutes and Dean carried it into your bedroom with ease before picking out the pieces for the footboard.

“Thank you, Dean. I know this is probably not how you wanted to spend your Saturday afternoon.”

“I like to build things. I built my cabin, so a bedframe is a piece of cake.”

“I guess that’s pretty impressive.” Casually playing that off made Dean slightly smile again. You could tell he was feeling a little more comfortable.

“What are you doing up here all by yourself anyway?” He quickly wiped any traces of emotion from his face.

You shrugged. “I just needed a new start and this place fell in my lap, so I jumped. I might be a little in over my head, but I have to start somewhere, right?”

“Why’d you move?” You thought it bold of him to ask the hard-hitting questions but admired his straightforwardness.

You took a moment to carefully word your response. “Sometimes you just need to take yourself out of an unhealthy situation even if it’s the only thing you’ve ever known.”

Dean was surely picking up on your lack of details. “I can respect that.” His eyes fell to the bruise on your arm that he had first noticed a few days before. You self-consciously rubbed the sore spot and felt grateful for the phone ringing that stopped the conversation from progressing any further.

You looked to see that Bobby’s shop was calling and brought the phone to your ear. “Hey, Bobby.”

Dean watched as you slowly paced back and forth by the window. He had felt ridiculous this morning for washing a stupid plastic plate just so he could have an excuse to come over and apologize, but he was glad that risk paid off, even if you did think he was clueless.

As he put the last few screws in the footboard, Dean couldn’t help but overhear the conversation you were having on the phone. You sounded a little disappointed and Dean assumed that Bobby had called with bad news.

“How’s the truck?” Dean asked once you had joined him on the floor and began picking up the spare screws.

“Apparently my truck is an ‘old piece of crap’, and the only battery Bobby had that would fit ended up being a dud. He ordered a new one, but it won’t be in until Monday.”

While Dean agreed that your truck should probably be retired, he felt empathetic that you’d had so many problems with it since moving in. “I’ll give you a ride to work.” The words flew from his mouth before he really thought about what he was saying. That wasn’t normally something he’d offer to do. “If you want, that is.”

“Dean, I can’t ask you to do that…” You were sure at this point that he thought you were just some helpless stupid girl that didn’t know how to do anything for yourself.

“Well, you didn’t ask. I volunteered.”

“Still, you’ve done so much for me in the short time that I’ve been here, I feel like I’m just mooching off of you at this point.”

“I’ve barely done anything.” Dean brushed your statement off, but you knew you were right.

“You gave me a ride on my first day, fixed my battery, you’re here wasting your Saturday helping me put together furniture, and now you’re going to give me another ride to work on Monday. That sounds like mooching to me.”

“Your house and City Hall are both on my way to work. I haven’t been the most welcoming person in the world, so let’s just call it even.”

You could tell that he wasn’t going to take no for an answer, so you got up and went into the kitchen. You opened the cabinet and pulled out another plate of blueberry pie bars and took them to Dean. He gladly accepted.

After pulling back the plastic wrap and shoving a whole bar in his mouth, he mumbled, “Now we’re definitely even.” He rubbed his hands together to brush the crumbs off and finished his bite. “You had these the whole time and you weren’t going to share?”

“That recipe makes a lot. I figured I’d take half to you last night and the other half to work on Monday, but my co-workers aren’t here helping me put together furniture, so bon appetite.”

He put another in his mouth and nodded in approval. “You can keep the plate this time.” You couldn’t help but tease Dean. He stopped midchew and gave you a jaded glare which you did your best to ignore and instead focused on suppressing your laughter. Dean was still trying to hide his smiles, but you caught a glance anyway.

“It’s not a waste, by the way.”

You tilted your head in confusion.

“You said I was wasting my Saturday by helping you out. But I don’t mind.” He briefly looked up at you but continued before could say anything else. “Help me move these.”

After carrying all the pieces into the bedroom and putting them together, Dean helped you lift your mattress onto the frame, and you threw yourself onto the bed.

“So. Much. Better.” You closed your eyes and inhaled through your nose before giving a comfortable sigh. You knew your back would appreciate the little bit of give that the frame allowed. Dean was leaning against the door and you caught his eyes as you sat up. He quickly looked away when you noticed him staring.

“I saw two other boxes out there. Do they need to be put together too?” Dean almost seemed excited to dig into the next project.

“Yes, but if you have somewhere you need to be, I think I can handle it.”

Dean checked his watch. “It’d give me a good excuse to not go to Jo’s party tonight.”

“Jo, that’s Bobby and Ellen’s daughter, right?”

Dean nodded. “Yeah, parties aren’t really my scene.”

“I’m with you on that one.” You were quite the introvert yourself and could relate to the feeling of social dread. “Well, if you’re sure, then be my guest.”

You followed Dean into the living room, and he dragged the bigger of the two boxes over and began to pull out the contents. A growl from your stomach and a glance at the clock told you that it was dinner time.

“Are you hungry?”

Dean shrugged. “A little.”

You opened your cabinets and fridge as if there would be more food than there was earlier. “I’m low on supplies, but I’ve got stuff for turkey sandwiches. Is that okay?”

“Sounds great.”

You threw together two sandwiches and Dean already had half the table put together by the time you were done. You handed his plate to him and sat down on the floor against the wall next to the fireplace. Dean shook the wood dust from his pants and joined you.

“So, accounting, huh? Was that always the dream job?” All of Dean’s questions were posed as if he was only making nonchalant small talk, but the way he intently listened told you that he actually cared about your answers.

“No, but it pays the bills, and I don’t mind numbers. I don’t always love it, but I really like the people I work with here.” Dean was still working on a mouthful of food and you figured it was your turn to ask the questions. “Did you always want to be a lumberjack?”

Dean scoffed. “I’m not a lumberjack!”

“That’s debatable. Sarah said you work at the sawmill, I’ve only ever seen you wear plaid, and apparently you’re the wood whisperer.” You motioned to the almost completed table.

“Well, yeah, but I don’t go prancing around the woods with an axe on my shoulder.”

“Whatever you say.” You figured if he wanted to share more details with you, he would.

“I don’t just work at the sawmill, I run it.”

“How is it being the head-honcho?” Although you did a lot of paperwork for you job, you didn’t envy the workload of a CEO.

“Awful.” His answer was blunt and straightforward. “My dad pulled me into the family business a few years ago and I took over when he got sick.”

“I heard about that. How is he doing now?”

“He’s good. I think he and my mom are hoping to move back soon.”

“What would you be doing if you weren’t working at the sawmill?”

Dean was a little caught off guard by your question. “Why does it matter?”

“Because you can’t go through life hating most of it. That’s just going to make you miserable.” You were speaking from experience.

Dean’s eyes examined yours as if he was trying to find an ulterior motive behind your questions. “I worked as a mechanic for a long time and loved it. I always thought I’d take over for Bobby when he retired down at the shop.”

“Maybe when your dad gets back you can switch over?”

“Yeah, maybe.” Dean’s hesitancy to open up when his dad was brought up told you to drop the subject.

After you both were finished eating, he stood and offered a hand to help you up. “Let’s get this thing finished so you don’t have to keep eating on the floor.”

You spent the rest of the evening handing Dean the hardware he asked for and listening to oldies. Maybe he wasn’t the most talkative guy in the world, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence that fell between you two. It was actually nice to be in the company of someone who wasn’t going to push for every detail of your life story.

After breaking down the empty carboard boxes that were the remnants of a long afternoon’s work, Dean pulled on his coat.

“Thank you for all your help today. The place is finally starting to come together.” Although you were still without a couch, your home started to look more livable.

“Don’t mention it. So, I’ll see you Monday morning then?” He asked before he reached for the door handle.

You nodded with a smile and handed him the plate of blueberry bars. He excitedly took it from you and gave a soft smile.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Night, Dean.”

Monday morning slowly crept up after a Sunday spent mostly in bed. It had snowed most of the day and night so you bundled up as much as you could. A peek out the window showed that your small driveway had been plowed again. You put a reminder in your phone to get a thank you gift for the plow driver who was a guardian angel in disguise. Dean pulled up just a few seconds later and you hurried out to his truck.

“Mornin’.” He greeted.

“Hey yourself.” You buckled your seatbelt and extended your hands towards the vent like you had done the last time Dean gave you a ride. His truck was much newer than yours and the heater worked like a charm.

“What’s on your agenda for today?” He asked as he backed out onto the road.

“Expense reports. They’re as thrilling as they sound. And also, I’m covering the front desk solo. Sarah texted and said she woke up with a fever, so she’s taking a sick day.”

“I’ll have to ask Sam how she’s doing.” A few minutes passed as you slowly made your way down the slick road. “So, listen, it’s supposed to snow all day. I’ll come and grab you after work and take you down to Bobby’s place.”

“Oh, you don’t need to do that. It’s like a ten-minute walk.”

“It’s a good excuse to make sure I don’t get pulled into some long boring meeting at the end of the day.”

“Well then in that case you’re welcome.” You gave a cheeky grin which was returned.

Thankfully, the ride to work was short. Driving in the snow gave you serious anxiety so the sight of City Hall was a welcomed one.

“What time should I come pick you up?”

“I’m off at four, but I can stay later if you can’t get out that early.”

“Four is great. One of the perks of being the boss is that I can make my own hours.”

Ellen waved to you as she walked in, so you quickly said goodbye to Dean and joined her. Dean waited to make sure you got inside okay before taking off.

“Did Dean give you a ride today?” Ellen looked at you skeptically.

“Yeah, my truck is still in the shop, so he volunteered to drop me off on his way to work.”

“Hmm. That’s weird.” She took her hat off and shook the snow from it. “It’s been years since I’ve seen Dean socializing with anyone that’s not in his little circle.”

“Honestly, I think he just pities me because I’m new and clueless when it comes to snow.” Shrugging your coat off, you set it on the back of your chair and placed your bag underneath your desk.

“I never thought I’d see him speak to another girl after what Cassie did to him.” Ellen shook her head and raised her eyebrows.

“Cassie?” This was the first you’d heard of her.

“Yeah, she broke his heart pretty bad a few years back.”

Garth appeared from around the corner and called Ellen back to his office. You knew that Dean had a rough few years but hadn’t heard many details aside from his dad getting cancer, which was a hard enough situation on its own. While you wanted to know more, you didn’t want to dig for info where it was none of your business. If Dean wanted to tell you about Cassie, he would do it on his own time and you would just have to respect that.

Dean arrived at the sawmill and made his way to his office on the upper level of the plant. Not ten minutes after he began his day’s work, Sam entered and sat down in one of the chairs across from Dean’s desk.

“Where were you Saturday night? I thought you said you were going to Jo’s party.”

Dean shrugged. “I got busy and didn’t realize what time it was.”

“Busy with what? I’m sure there’s not that much to do up that mountain of yours.”

“Just busy.”

Sam was used to his brother’s antics at this point and knew it was futile to push for details.

“How’s Sarah doing?” Dean asked, hoping to delay the morning managers meeting as long as possible.

“She’s alright. Woke up with a fever, so she’s just going to sleep it off.” A lightbulb went off for Sam and he frowned. “Wait, how did you know that Sarah’s sick?”

“Crap…” Dean thought to himself. He knew he was busted. “I don’t know. I just heard it through the grapevine.”

“I didn’t tell anyone about her and I’m pretty sure the only people she told were the people at work…” Sam thought long and hard for a few seconds until he realized what must have happened. “Y/N?”

Sam had always been too smart for his own good and Dean had always hated it. “I gave her a ride to work while Bobby has her truck. That’s all.”

“Is that what you were busy with on Saturday too?”

Dean sent messages to Benny and Cas, instructing them to quickly come up to his office to start the morning meeting and hopefully get Sam off his back.

Sam took Dean’s silence as a yes. “What did you guys do all night then?”

“We had a pillow fight and painted each other’s nails.”

Sam had a special bitch-face reserved for Dean and was throwing it his way now.

“We put together furniture and ate sandwiches on the floor. There, now you know. Happy?”

Cas and Benny walked in together.

“Hey fellas, what’s the news?” Benny greeted.

Dean knew from Sam’s devious grin that the end of this conversation was nowhere in sight. “Dean wasn’t at Jo’s party because he was with the new girl in town.”

Cas quickly turned his head and looked at Dean as if he had lobsters crawling out his ears. “This Dean? Our Dean?”

Sam nodded and Benny laughed as he took a seat. “I heard she’s real pretty! It’s about time you find a good one. Nice job, brother.”

Dean groaned and rubbed his hands over his face. “Listen, I helped her out with one thing. I barely know her, so cut the crap or I will fire all of you asses.”

Cas, Benny and Sam all exchanged mischievous looks but dropped the subject to avoid Dean’s angry side coming out for the rest of the day.

The day was slow for you, but it gave you plenty of time to finish verifying payroll hours for everyone. Sarah’s energetic personality was definitely being missed as you began to feel drowsy around two thirty. The bell to the front door dinged so you stood to find Sheriff Mills and her son.

“Mom, you promised that you wouldn’t have to work today.” The little boy moaned.

“I’m sorry, honey. The Mayor just has to meet with me for a few minutes and then I promise I’m all yours, okay?”

“Hey guys! Can I help with anything?” You greeted.

“Y/N, hey. How are you settling in?” Jody gave a warm smile and did her best to ignore her son who was tugging at her sleeve.

“I’m finally getting everything set up, so I’d say pretty well. Who’s this handsome fella with you?”

The little boy blushed a little as you leaned on the counter and smiled down at him.

“This is my son, Owen. It’s technically my day off, but do I ever really get a day off as a Sheriff?”

Owen continued to pull at Jody’s sleeve and beg to leave.

“Hey Owen, do you happen to like hot chocolate?” You had always been good with kids and figured you try to help Jody out while she met with Garth. You were pretty much done with your work for the day anyway.

Owen nodded shyly. “Well, I don’t want to brag, but I make a mean breakroom hot chocolate. You want to help me make some while your mom meets with the Mayor? If that’s okay with her, that is.”

Owen looked to his mom for approval and she nodded. He ran behind the front desk and Jody mouthed a silent, “Thank you,” to which you smiled and led Owen back to the breakroom.

After making two steaming cups of hot chocolate, you took pushed together two empty desks and taught Owen how to play paper football. After showing him how to fold the paper and a few practice rounds, you began to keep track of points. The winner would take home a medal that you made from paperclips and an eraser.

Time flew by and before you knew it, over an hour had passed. You heard someone come in the door and looked over to see Dean. He had arrived a few minutes early and decided to wait for you inside rather than in the cold car.

“Am I crashing the party?” Dean leaned on the front desk.

“Dean!” Owen side-stepped the desk and ran to wrap his arms around Dean’s waist.

“You’re just in time for the final round of paper football. You in?” You held up the small piece of folded paper with a playful grin.

“Step aside, let the master show you how it’s done.” Dean ripped off his coat and set it on your desk. “What do I get when I win?”

You held up the eraser necklace and Owen excitedly added that he helped make it.

You and Owen were neck in neck in the first round, but you scuffed your last shot on purpose and made a big stink about it. Dean ruffled Owen’s hair as he knelt down at the end of the desk and lined up his shot perfectly. Owen held his own but missed his last shot and Dean knew that he could win if he made the next one. He set his paper up perfectly and you couldn’t help but giggle at the exaggerated sigh of concentration that he let out. Dean’s eyeline moved from the game quickly up to you as he gave a quick wink and under-shot his chance on purpose, giving the win to Owen if he made his next shot, which he did.

Jody paused before entering the room and watched from just out of sight as Owen jumped up and down in triumph. Ellen joined and leaned on the wall, watching as you helped Owen up onto the desk and presented him with the make-shift medal that you had thrown together. Dean put Owen on his shoulders and did a victory lap around the desks while squeals of delight filled the air.

“Are my eyes deceiving me, or is Dean Winchester acting like he’s been properly socialized?” Jody tilted her head to look at Ellen who was smiling knowingly.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen him like this. Ever since a little bird flew into town, he’s seems to be a little less crotchety.”

Jody and Ellen watched the smile that you and Dean shared once he put Owen down.

“Mom!” Owen ran over and proudly showed off his medal.

“That’s great, hon!” Jody looked up as you and Dean approached. “You guys are lifesavers; I really owe you one.”

“We had fun, huh?” You nudged Owen with your arm causing him to blush and avert his eyes. You smirked and turned to Dean. “I’ll go grab my stuff and then we can head out.”

Dean knelt down and held his hand out for a high-five. “Good game, kid. That’s well-deserved.” He pointed at the eraser hanging around Owen’s neck.

“I like Y/N. She’s fun… and pretty.” Owen whispered to Dean. Jody instructed her son to grab his coat and said goodbye to everyone.

Dean was leaning against your desk when you came out from the back.

“Ready?” He asked.

“Ready.” You smiled in response.

Once you were in Dean’s truck, you asked, “how do you know Owen so well?”

“When my parents moved away, Jody kind of took me and Sam under her wing and made sure we were taken care of. We were over at her house for dinner a fair amount, so Owen and I are pretty good buddies.”

“Jody seems sweet. I like her.”

“She’s one of the good ones. A lot of people here are. Ellen has always been a surrogate mom to me as well. My dad and I don’t always get along, so Bobby and Ellen kind of adopted me when I was pretty young.”

“I’m sorry about your dad.”

“Don’t be. We all have our issues.”

Dean pulled up outside Bobby’s shop just a few short minutes later. “I’ll come in with you and make sure everything’s working okay. I gotta talk to Bobby anyway.”

You and Dean rushed inside out of the cold and Jo looked up from the front desk. “Hey Dean!”

“Hey, Jo. Your dad around?”

“He’s on the phone but should be done soon.” She turned her gaze to you. “You must be the new girl.”

“Yeah, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to finally meet you.” You offered a smile to Jo, which was not returned.

“We’re just here for her truck. You got the keys?” Dean picked up on Jo’s attitude and tried to hurry the conversation along.

She shuffled through the box of keys that was on the desk and pulled one out, reading the tag to make sure it was the right one before tossing it to you. You caught it easily and thanked her.

“What do I owe you?”

“We’ll send you the bill.”

“Oh, okay. I guess I’ll just head out then.” You turned to Dean. “See you around. Thanks again for the ride.”

Dean nodded with a shy smile and watched as you got in your truck and left. He wasn’t sure why, but part of him was hoping that the truck wouldn’t start up, so you’d have to ride back with him, but he knew Bobby was too good of a mechanic for that. The rumble of your engine starting up signaled your official exit and Dean hastily made his way back to Bobby’s office to avoid Jo’s impending interrogation on why he had ditched out on her party.

You had gotten to work a little early the next day and were at your desk when Sarah came in.

“Hey, how you feeling?” You had texted her the night before to see if she needed anything, but she said Sam was doing a great job at playing nurse.

“Much better. I think it was just one of those twenty-four-hour bugs. How was yesterday?”

“Slow and quiet. It was weird without you here. Jody brought Owen in and we had a paper football tournament, which was pretty fun though.”

“I’m sorry I missed out!”

Ellen walked out from her office and sat at an empty desk next to you and Sarah. “Are you still good for Thursday, Y/N?”

“You bet!”

“What’s Thursday?” Sarah wondered.

“Ellen, Garth and I are heading to Baker for a convention on the new tax regulations for this year. We’ll head down Thursday morning and come back up on Saturday night.”

Sarah’s face dropped. “No, not this weekend! Saturday is Dean’s birthday and we’re throwing him a surprise party down at The Salty Hunter. I was going to invite you both today!”

“Oh, shoot…” You felt bad that you’d miss Dean’s birthday when he’d been so helpful to you lately.

“Well, maybe we can try to be back for the party?” Ellen suggested. “We’ll head out as soon as we can.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.” Sarah pointed a finger at you both.

“What’s The Salty Hunter?” You wondered.

“That’s the bar on main street. Rufus, who owns it, used to be a hunter so he named it after himself. He’s a character but a good guy.” Ellen explained.

That night after work you went grocery shopping and then headed home to make some dinner and watch something stupid to unwind before bed. You changed into pajamas and a t-shirt and settled down at your new table. Before you could take a bite of your pasta, someone knocked on your door. You peeked through the curtains to see who it was and saw Dean standing outside, shaking his leg to try and stay warm.

You unlocked the door and the wind helped it open. “Get in here, it’s freezing!” You ordered and Dean gladly complied.

“How’s the truck working?” He rubbed his hands together to thaw his fingers.

“Like a charm. Bobby really knows his stuff.” You grabbed the blanket that was slung over the back of a chair and wrapped it around yourself as you sat and offered Dean the other chair at the table.

“So, uh,” he traced the woodgrain pattern on the floor with his eyes as if he was afraid to look at you, “I don’t know if you have any plans on Saturday, but some friends and I are getting together down at the bar if you want to get to know a few more people. It’s nothing big.”

“This little gathering wouldn’t happen to be for your birthday, would it?” You raised a knowing eyebrow. “Sarah told me about it today.”

Dean chuckled. “Yeah, but it’s not really a party or anything. I just thought it would be good for you to get out of this tiny cabin. I’m not even supposed to know about it, but Sam told me.”

You were surprised that Dean went out of his way to invite you, and the gesture made you feel even worse that you might not be there.

“I’m going to try my absolute hardest to be there. Ellen, Garth and I are actually going to be at a tax thing from Thursday until Saturday but we’re making it our goal to be back in time.”

“Like I said, it’s not a big deal, so don’t stress about it.”

“Birthdays are a big deal, so don’t play it off all casual. Plus, I already have the perfect present picked out for you, so it would be a shame if you didn’t get it.”

An inquisitive look lit up Dean’s emerald eyes. “The perfect present, huh? You sure you know me that well?”

“I am one hundred percent sure it will be the best present you’ve ever gotten from me.” Considering that you’d never given him a present before, you weren’t wrong.

Dean pushed his jaw slightly to one side and pressed his tongue to his canine while fighting a grin. “You’re funny, you know that?”

You scrunched you nose and stood from your chair. “Have you eaten? I’ve got extra.” Before he answered, you were already dishing him up a plate of spaghetti.

“No, I just got off work. Late day at the office.” He dug right into his food when you set it down on the table. “Are you planning on getting a couch or something?” He looked out into the barren room.

“No, I think I like empty, minimalistic look. It’s very modern.”

At this point, Dean had a pretty firm grasp on your dry sense of humor and just shook his head. He scarfed down his food and went back for a second plate while you cleaned up the kitchen a bit. He washed his own plate when he was done and placed it in the drying rack.

“Well, I didn’t mean to interrupt your night. I would have just texted you to invite you, but I don’t have your number.”

You held out your hand and Dean reached into his pocket and gave you his phone. It was an old, sturdy Nokia flip phone and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Look at this dinosaur. I haven’t seen one of these since… I don’t know, middle school?”

“It’s not that old.” Dean tried to defend himself. “I tried the fancy smart phones, but I hated them. Who needs a phone for more than just calling and texting?”

You flipped it open dramatically and saved your number before handing it back to him right as it began to ring. “It’s Sam, I should probably get this. Thanks again for dinner. I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“You didn’t. I always make way too much pasta anyway.”

Dean gave a grateful smile and a small wave as he answered the phone and left.

Chapter 3

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