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[melanthaeunomia]

Helloo!! This is 💫 anon! (Since you said we could give ourselves emoji names if we choose to stay anonymous) I saw that your requests are open!! (Btw, I loved your latest fic!) Would you write a Jason Grace x reader, where Jason has like a horrible day, he just feels super insecure, and he just breaks down into the reader's arms, and the reader comforts him and makes him feel better? It could be fluffy and angsty mixed if you want!

Unseen Leader, Seen by You

A/N: hello dear!! Thank you so much for requesting this 💫, and yes you can have emoji names if you want to stay anon. I tried my best to write this, but angst does not come naturally to Me, for I am a sucker for fluff, so hopefully I did good! Thank you again and I hope I did not disappoint! Fair warning English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar and spelling mistakes, still I hope you enjoy! (not proofread) sorry if this is a bit short! I’m not sure if this is what you meant but jshghj

Content: Jason grace x Reader (Reverse comfort), established relationship

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, comfort (not book accurate? Or maybe idk)

Word count: 1.3k

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It had been a busy week at camp. Jason felt more vulnerable than ever, With all the pressure of being and trying to be a good leader and be a good example, plus the added stress from the disruptive campers getting into pointless fights, his patience and temper had started to alarm you, he always seemed so distressed, fidgeting his hand whenever he appeared to be anxious, you understood why.

He had always been a nice guy, helping campers with what ever they needed, it is his duty after all, the problem was that he could never say no to their requests, feeling obligated to assist them in their journey. You’re not saying that helping is a bad thing, you just thought he needed time to relax, it would help him not be so tense all the time, You tried to talk to him about it, but he quickly shrugged it off, acting like it wasn’t a big deal, and that he can handle it no worries. What's worse is that You were the only one who could see he was struggling, even his own friends didn’t think anything of it, which just made him dismiss the subject because he thought it wasn't important. Suppressing his feelings till he is unable to. And eventually gave in and went to speak with the person he felt most at comfortable with.

He let out a deep breath, wondering if this was a mistake. He didn't want to bother you, what if you were doing something important, and he interrupted then you get mad at him?, what if he’s just making a big deal about this, but it’s all nonsense, and he’s just acting selfish and, sensitive?, what if you dismissed him saying that it’s not that big of a deal?. His overthinking, got worse slowing down his steps as he reached your cabin. He lifted his hand near the door, hesitating before finally knocking.

You had just gotten out of the shower, wearing an old shirt you stole from Jason a long time ago, You gently patted your damp hair with a dry towel trying to get the remainders of the water off, You were about to do your skin care, but then you heard gentle knocks on your door. You twisted the door knob open, a loud screeching can be heard from the floor board beneath as the door glided through. Furthermore, you saw Jason, fidgeting with the rings on his finger, looking down on the ground, refusing to look at you. “Hey…” He finally spoke glancing up at you with misty eyes, and you couldn’t help but frown, seeing the state he is in hurts your soul. You placed a hand up his cheek lightly stroking it “Hi” you whispered back, His cold hands gently squeezing your wrist as you caressed his cheek. Calloused hand wrapped around your waist as he pulled you into a tight hug. He Really needed this. For a moment there was a comfortable silence, you could hear faint whimpers from him, You stroked his hair kissing the top of his head. In your arms, He felt safe, wanted, free from his duties and obligations. “You want to go inside Love?” You suggested, as it was getting colder outside, you received a subtle nod from him before pulling him in your cabin and shutting the door behind you

“Are you okay?” you sat on your bed patting the empty space next to you, He reluctantly walked over, before sitting beside you, a deep sigh leaving him “I-I’m not sure…” he sobbed resting his head on your chest as he listened to the gentle beating of your heart, that made it difficult to resist the urge to take a nap, but he didn’t want to trouble you further. He felt so miserable, and you hated the fact you can’t do anything to help him. You wrapped your arm around him, kissing the top of his head “wanna talk about it?” you suggested, though you already know the reason why he acted like this, Jason let out a sniff, and hesitated, he felt like he was bothering you with his problems, he didn't want to burden you. You caressed his hair, not wanting to press more on the issue if he didn't feel comfortable opening up. “I-...” he stuttered not knowing how to phrase his emotions, he sighed and finally spoke “It’s nothing… i-its just things have been off lately, I don't know why but—” Tears started creeping up his eyes, slowly falling down your shirt, as your hold of him gently tightened “—I’m feeling so much pressure, even though I know there's nothing to worry about. I-i’m just feeling lost...” Jason wept feeling a hand underneath his chin making him look up at you as you wiped the tears in his cheeks away “shh... It's okay, You’re okay…”, he felt so pathetic, crying like this feeling himself be so vulnerable. But he also knew you were the one person that wouldn’t judge him.

Jason felt relieved, in your arms. He let out a small sob as he buried his face on your chest, His breathing and yours in sync, almost therapeutic. “None of my efforts are good enough… I try, I really do. To be a good leader, helping everyone… But it feels like I’m just letting everyone down...” He forced the words out, It was hard for him to open up, bottled up emotions finally spilling out. You frowned hearing what he said “Listen…” He looked up at you with moist eyes, “You are a good leader. You’re not letting anyone down okay?, You may not be perfect, but almost everyone in camp looks up at you, they admire you with or without your mistakes.” He froze at your words, a faint smile in his face, the tears lingered in his eyes despite your attempts on removing them. Still, he didn’t –couldn’t– fully believe you, he felt weak… could you blame him? “I just want everything to be perfect for everyone…” He tried to push negative thoughts away, although they kept taunting him. “No one expects you to be perfect love, You’re already the best leader there is, You’re allowed to make mistakes.” you kissed the top of his head softly humming “I’m average at best” he forced a laugh, Trying to brighten up the mood, but you knew all too well when he started fidgeting on his fingers again, You softly intertwined his hand with yours, stroking it gently, “Average?, You give and help everyone around you, even if you aren't obligated to. You have no right to call yourself average when you work 24/7 just to help people.” You were so fed up with everyone that took advantage of him.

He softly smiled, bringing your hand up to his face a drop of tear fell down and brushed your hand, as he placed a soft kiss on it, a blush on your cheeks appeared, Your words felt like magic to him, he felt so grateful to have you by his side “Do you really think so?..” His breath hitched, still uncertain of your words, but he knew it was all genuine “I know so” You were so confident on your reply, and his lips curled up into a smile, It had been a while since someone praised him for his ability to lead, it felt as if a burden has been lifted off his shoulders, he kept an eye contact, wiping his own tears away. He wrapped an arm around your waist while and rested his head at the crook of your neck “Thank you…” he let out an exhale as his head rested against you, He felt himself grow tired, yet he didn’t wanna fall asleep just yet, not when he has the company of someone like you that appreciate him for more than his worth, someone whom he loves more than himself...

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[angelic-brutality]

hii ! idk if your requests are open atm but if they are then pls ignore this message jfjskkj

i was wondering if i could request for hanma with gender neutral! reader who gets panic attacks from the sound of someone hitting objects? they tend to get moody due to that but this time their hands were all shaky and they began crying

im sorry if this made you uncomfortable pls ignore this if you want to and ty in advance btw

look who's finally writing something again

and hey, anon! dw, ofc i can write that ;) and sorry for the delay :< i was on a trip and had some ""creative problems""

a/n.: i'm brazilian, there are probably some grammar mistakes here. and this is more like a "hanma helping reader with a panic attack" cause tbh i never experienced what you're saying, and i don't wanna mess everything up. still hope you like it!

if you both were in public, he would get you by your arm and head to a place without many people. if you both were at some place with rooms, he would lock you guys inside one so you wouldn’t be disturbed.

at first, hanma would be quite scared. he never dealt with anything close to that, so watching you have a panic attack made him quite hesitant and undecided;

he only experienced panic attacks when he was the person panicking, and he thought “not everything i do to calm down would calm down another person”

if you were wearing a sweater, he would ask you to take it off. one thing he leant is that cold can help in those type of situations

hanma slightly touched your face and lifted it, starting to make eye contact with you

“listen, i might not be the best person to help you right now, but i can try. here, breath with me”

even though you had a runny nose - because of the crying - you began to breathe with him. on the beginning it was quite difficult cause you kept sobbing, but he kept the same pace

eventually he would ask if he could touch you. if you say yes, he’d grab both your hands or even hug you (if you’re the type that likes hugs). if you say no, he would murmur an “ok” and just get his hands off of your face

he would also ask if you want to talk about it. if the answer is yes, he would probably ask why you felt so nervous and started to panic, just so he understand more and try a more effective way to help

if the answer is no, he’d start to talk about something that doesn't relate in any way to that

however, if he thinks you’re getting uncomfortable, he would stop and ask how he can help at that moment

once you’re fully calm down, he would make some stupid jokes, just to try to make you smile - or even laugh

honestly if nothing helps he would offer you a cigarette

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[nerves-nebula]

Loving your au!

The thing you said about allowing yourself to stim resonated with me a lot. Like, I've been pretty loud and emotional as a kid, but was forced to bottle up my emotions. Which lead me to self-harm, yei! (btw, Im pretty sure I'm neurotypical, but moving my body in repetitive movion tends to calm my nerves. So I guess it counts as stimming? Unless there is another more appropriate term for it. It's a good thing I got out of rottmnt fandom, lol.)

So, I've wanted to ask about your Donnie's experience with autoaggression. You've mentioned that self-harm is one of his coping mechanisms. So I am curious. What triggers the action? It has to be an intense emotion, right? What does he tend to do? Is it like cutting, biting or burns? A mix of everything? If I'm not mistaken, he does tend to wear more clothes, possibly to cover the scars and such. Also, what would be family member's reaction to his self-harm scars? Would they lash out, ignore or try to lecture him? (The last thing happened to me and it was weird. Like, my mom brought my little brother to my room and told him to ask me to stop. I'm afraid I might have unintentiinally traumatized him there, whoops.)

Also, sorry for long rant, but I adore your Leo having gender issues. Like. I feel it. I tried to copy one of youtubers who sometimes used she/he pronounce and had fun with it until other people started questioning it so I stopped. But my fuckery with gender came to bite me in the ass afterwards. I've only recently realized I fall under demigirl term, so that was a relief. I wonder how Leo's gender adventure will play out. :)

Sorr for grammar mistakes, I'm not a native speaker :'D

your grammar's fine :)

aight so a lot to get into here. SO Donnie's experiences with self harm are heavily based on my own ones, which means overwhelming emotion. That can be either too much anxiety/stimulation, or feeling so empty and numb that you just need to DO SOMETHING that feels real.

you're spot on about his clothing hah, he covers more skin than the others cause he knows it'd make himself and everyone around him uncomfortable to see.

so the thing about his family's reactions is this: Leo is in denial about it, and Splinter doesn't even know. These are both because Donnie has a lot of naturally occurring scars from unsafe metal work. frankly its a miracle he didn't blow up one of his fingers when he was younger.

nowadays Mikey and Raph just try to support him so that he won't feel the need to self harm. I think Raph used to be really mad about it when they were WAYYY younger but. That doesn't really help the situation so he just, tries to help any way he can without directly talking about the issue.

anywho, congrats on the cool gender! Leo will realize his bigender ways eventually (but not soon enough hah)

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[demoncryptspanties]

Dorne Chapter 4

A/N: Sorry for how long it took me to write this but I'm back to regular writing so we should be okay. Btw I graduated guys.

Pairings: Oberyn Martell x Female!Reader, Jaqen Hagar x Female!Reader, (Future!Ellaria Sand x Female!reader, Future!Sandor Clegane x female!Reader, Future!Tywin Lannister x Female!Reader)

Warnings: Bad spelling, violence, bad grammar, smut.

Word Count: 6880

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Look at the moon

Her muscles hurt by the time she got home; she could have stayed in bed for days if her family had let her, but she had lessons and responsibilities. There is always something to do and somewhere to go. She was not fortunate to have her brother's company until the night she returned. She was reading a book in the corner of her chair where Jaqen had been. It waswas in Dothraki, but the story was disjointed in translation; she had intended to get it in Dothraki, but it was always tough with a language that was not often written.

"Sister, I have some news." He sat next to her before she could finish the page she was on, beaming even more than he had previously.

“She’s not pregnant, is she?” 

He scoffed and made himself comfortable, “would that be so bad?”

“No, but it would be rather soon.” She set the book down next to her, the name still retaining the vivid bronze it was inscribed with. Oran frowned at the book and returned his gaze to his sister.

“I set up a day, next week, for the two of you to talk.”

"That's very kind of you." She smiled and nodded slowly, waiting for him to say more. He scowled, mistaking her tone for irritation.

“It’s just tea, and you can do what you want after.” He was gesticulating and wasn’t quite able to meet her eye. 

She put a hand on his arm to stop him from moving and looked him in the eye, “I look forward to it.”

“I want you to like her.” His voice was small. 

"I do," she said as she grabbed his hand in hers and sat back into the side of the chair.

"No, I really want you to like her.  I value your opinion and remember seeing you with Jaqen, Oberyn, and that foreign priestess a few suns ago. I want to love like you do, and you always make sure that when things get serious, we all meet them, get along, and that we are sincerely glad for you. All I want to do is the same."

“I will get to know her properly and I will love her because you do and that in itself is enough.” She gestured for him to hug her, and he did, resting a head on her shoulder. 

“Thank you.”

She pulled away suddenly and ran around the room to the end of the bed, picking up a box. “Now want me to show you the sword that Oberyn had made, he called it a scimitar.”

She opened it and showed him, then handed it to him to move around. He felt its weight and motioned for her to move away before standing up to swing it about. The weight for him was off, just a little too light, yet his motions were similar to hers, and his wrinkled expression melted into a relaxed smile. He eventually scrutinised it thoroughly before returning it to her and placing it back in the box.

“It looks familiar.”

“Does it?” He was running his finger down the hilt before an idea came to him.

“Hold on.” He left the room as quickly as he had come, and she heard the loud sounds of his footsteps going into her father’s room. 

He had shouted something she couldn’t hear through the walls and then came bounding back, a book in his hand and a triumphant face. “I think it's similar to what they use in the Summer Isles.”

“It’s a big place, they can’t all use the same thing.” She moved to sit on the bed instead.

“That’s not what I’m saying,” He opened up the book sifting through the pages lightly and kneeled over the bed. “Here look, it’s a curved blade. Not like the long swords we have here.”

“Where’s that from.” She peered over him at the paper though at the angle the words looked jumbled. 

“I’m not sure, I don’t recognise the language.”

He twisted the book to face her, letting her try and decipher it but she just looked over at it and shook her head. “Neither do I, call father.”

He bolted into one of the other rooms as if there was some sort of emergency. He returned a moment later, at a leisurely pace, waiting for his father to enter with another book in his hand. He motioned to the scimitar and rolled it over in his palms to check the design.

“The blacksmith who made this is very skilled.”

“It’s from Oberyn, of course, they were.” He frowned at that but placed it back in the box carefully and flipped through the book in his hand. 

He splayed the book out, displaying the page with the Dothraki swords on it. “I know this is not the same because they wield double swords, but it sort of looks like them right.”

“Sort of. I guess.” She studied the drawing again and ran a finger over the silver of the blade.

“It seems to be a new weapon, though I don’t know why he would be giving these to you when you’re getting married.” Her father said the last bit under his breath, but Y/N just rolled her eyes preparing herself to once again have this little conversation. 

“I am not yet and is he not allowed to gift me whenever the desire strikes him. Do I not do the same.” She tried her best to not whine or raise her voice.

He looked down at his daughter, eyes softening at her hard stare. She sighed deeply and tilted her head, “What does one gift a prince who has everything?” He said softly. 

“My relationship with him won’t change after I marry. I’ve already had that discussion, you taught me better than to keep secrets from people I love. He already has me father, I have given him everything and I will continue to until the day I die.” 

"By the grace of the God's" "You two are so dramatic, I can't tell who got it from whom." His words caused her to quietly laugh and relax in her seat. "So you've made the decision to marry?" He inquired, sitting next to the girl and gazing her in the eyes with a knowing smile.

"I haven't said anything like that. You must first speak with him. Well, he needs to speak with you. He has not yet spoken with me. We had an interesting encounter, and I'm not sure if it altered anything for him."

He had to stop himself from rolling his eyes, instead, he cradled the girl kissing the crown of her head. “Dearest, there is not a person alive who would not have you if they could. I am certain this has not changed anything.”

"Thank you, father," she said as she clasped his hand and rose to her feet, but he stopped her.

“The prince, he has yet to have a son, though.”

"They both respect each other passionately, look at the sword," she groaned, turning to face him. " The hilt bears Jaqen's sigil. If I ever find myself with a child, I will simply have a conversation with them. Oberyn doesn't care if his children are male or female, and I doubt his feelings will change. He adores and would raise his children equally. Do you have no faith in me, Father? I'll just take care of it when the situation arises."

He stood up and headed towards the door, squeezing her hand once more. Her assurances seemed to be enough. "I only have faith in you, child," he said once he was at the doorway. "After all, I raised you."

Oran had chosen a tea parlour she had never visited before for her date with Ayenna the following week. The floor cushions, like the majority of the other décor, were a deep blue. The cups appeared to be fully green, and the bulk of the fabrics had green highlights. Ayenna entered the modest shop through the doorway and sat across from the woman. She was dressed in a soft yellow gown and had her hair loose over her shoulders. She appeared much more at ease, which was most likely due to the absence of anxiety that every first meeting carried.

“Hello Ayenna, it is wonderful to see you.”

Oran has been talking about our meeting for a full week now. I believe he is eager to ensure that you like me." She fiddled with a bit of red string while smiling down into her hands.

"He values my input, but he doesn't need to be concerned since I already do." Do you know why he chose this place? I'm not sure how he knows it exists." She motioned to a woman behind Ayenna, who rushed off to bring another cup and a honey-filled glass bowl.

"On our first official date, we passed by this area. He'd gotten himself into some sort of trouble, and instead of telling them who he was, he took my hand and went down odd pathways to get away." Ayenna's grin was gentle, and she couldn't quite meet the other woman's eyes. Much like Y/N couldn't while recalling specific memories of Jaqen and Oberyn.

Y/N laughed airily to herself, “that sounds like him. He likes adventure and trouble. He’s fortunate that we are who we are for that exact reason.”

"I absolutely adore that about him. Every day, he strives to feel alive and to make others feel the same way. My happiness is dependent on his happiness. "I've never seen such pure joy in someone."

“I have never heard someone talk so poetically about my brother before.” She tilted her head to the side, with a sly smile.

“It is him that brings it out of me. He does it as well, I asked him about it once. He says the prince talks to you like that.” Ayenna looked down at her hands, trying her best to hide the bright smile she had. 

“Ah, those two are as thick as thieves sometimes. The prince does love to be dramatic.”

"I am aware; I recall him planning your birthday a few suns back." The lady found the subject of her birthday to be amusing. Oberyn had failed to consult her on anything, and Doran seemed concerned every time she mentioned it. While large gatherings with wine, food, and music were something the prince adored, it made the lady feel slightly uncomfortable to be the centre of attention. People brought her gifts while she barely knew them. She ended up giving most of them away, discreetly, to servants and merchants.

“I never should have let him do that and just asked Doran to take over, but he insisted and how could I deny him.”

“Why? His displays are so grandiose because he wants to express how much he adores you, no?" Ayenna cocked her head to the side, perplexed. The inequalities in their status that Lady Phassirah worked so hard to conceal became obvious.

“Yes. But he has never been successful in this endeavour, and neither have I. Our love is too great to be shown by festivities, words, or presents. They are never sufficient." The lady hid her smile in the cup of tea. 

“Sometimes I feel that way about Oran. In that, I am not enough. He deserves so much.”

“He deserves someone who he has chosen and who loves him. Is that not you?”

"Yes, but consider who I am. Who am I? Your lover is the prince." Her eyes were slightly teary. The lady felt compelled to console her; how could this woman be hiding something cruel when she seemed to care so much about her brother?

"Your name is Ayenna, and you are a gorgeous, educated, and compassionate woman who makes incredible bread and pastries.  The prince would be a man without his birth, and I would be a woman without mine. Nothing else matters except that we are two people in love. Not your wealth, your social standing, or your connections. You are plenty.

“I need to tell you something.” She suddenly became very serious, pushing her tea to the side of the table and leaning forward into the lady, as if she were about to reveal a secret.

“I asked Oran whether you were pregnant, I can’t believe that he lied to me.”

“No that’s not it.” Ayenna appeared to be preparing to say something, so the lady waited calmly, allowing her to gather her thoughts.

“Lady Phassirah,” a voice said behind her. She looked up to see one of her guards who she had asked to make scarce with a letter. 

“Yes.”

“Lady Aneera sent this from your home, saying you will likely want to see it.” The man handed her the letter. The wax seal was white, round, and had the unmistakable engravings of a spiralled snake. 

She seized the letter harsher than planned but instantly apologised. The guard left the shop with a gentle bow of his head. The lady opened the seal with the little dagger connected to her hip, displaying Jaqen's exquisite and delicate calligraphy.

“I do apologise Ayenna, but I would really love to read this letter and I fear I won’t be able to concentrate until I do. Perhaps we can continue this another time.”

“Of course, my lady, please do what you need to.” The lady got up, taking a few coins out of her purse and leaving them on the table. She smiled at Ayenna before she turned to leave, gesturing for one of the guards to get her horse. 

She rushed home, raced to her room, and sat on the balcony with a smile. She was nearly bouncing, much like she used to when Oberyn sent her letters about his trips and exploits. Doran would even send one or two on something intriguing he'd learned while away.

She traced the broken seal and opened the letter again. 

My Lady, 

I know by the time this letter reaches you, I will be soon back, but I felt a sense of calm at the prospect of writing words only meant for your eyes. I can envision you now, watching the sunset from the balcony. I hope you’re thinking of me when you look towards the sun, or in the evenings when you try to see what is beyond the stars. I think of you here, through the way a woman’s dress moves, a piece of jewellery that seems too flawless to truly exist, in the stories I read and hear, and in the books with worn spines. 

Here is beautiful, it is home, and I have decided that I will never come back here without you again. I stepped off the boat and imagined what you would say to me, all the places and things I wanted to show you. I see you now, wandering through alleyways, racing your horse against your brothers, and watching the sunset at the docks with me. I can't now imagine stepping onto the dirt floors without you.

While it may be dramatic and far too soon, I miss you terribly, utterly, and completely. It's as if I'm missing a piece of myself, and without you, I'm hollow. I'm missing your laugh and the way you gaze up at me. I'm empty without your taunting and mysticism. It's the things I miss and the things I remember fondly that make me realise we're destined to be together.

I will look at the moon and remember that it is one less night I have to be without you, and I’ll look at the magnificence that is the setting sun and think that it doesn’t hold a candle to you. 

May I have the honour of laying my eyes upon you soon, 

Your Jaqen 

The lady couldn’t help the smile that filled her face. She read the last two lines over and over again, your Jaqen. The thought of him being hers made her fantasise about the life they would have together. How they planned to travel and marry. The foods they'd try, as well as the things he'd show her. She imagined his face in front of her during their wedding, the way his eyes would sparkle in the sunlight and glisten slightly with tears at how she looked. She saw herself looking past him at Oberyn and hearing him applaud and laugh with joy. Aneera's knowing smile came to mind as she pictured Oran lifting and spinning her in the sunshine. The idea of a perfect day with him filled her with a type of euphoria she had never known before.

She retraced the broken seal before unlocking the chest at the foot of her bed and laying the letter on top of one of her heavier clothes. Oran burst into the room with a smile at that exact moment.

“One of the servants told me you were back.”

“Oh yes. I’m sorry I came back early, Jaqen sent me a letter and I simply could not concentrate.” She gave him an apologetic smile, but he did not seem to notice and instead sat on the chair nearest to the bookshelf.

“That is fine. So do you like her?”

Y/N took a seat near him and gave herself a light hum, “I have always liked her Oran.”

“Yes, but you know what I mean.” His eyes were bright in a way she hadn’t seen for a long time. 

“She truly is an incredible girl. I mean that completely. She is calm and pleasant, and I am confident she would be an excellent wife and addition to this family."

Oran breathed a sigh of relief and bent over his own legs to catch his breath. "I intend to marry her," he said as he sat up gently, leaning into his sister, his carefree and cheerful look turning serious yet hopeful.

“I thought so.” Y/N only nodded slowly and picked up a goblet delicately from the table in front of her, filling it with wine and taking a small sip.

Oran took her moment of silence as a question and immediately attempted to explain himself. “If something goes wrong, I can always separate from her. I will keep the engagement long. I won’t marry before you.”

"You may do so if you wish. I'm not holding you back in any way." Y/N spoke carefully, looking him in the eyes, attempting to convey her confidence in his judgments.

“I want her to be completely mine and me entirely hers. The time of the engagement will mean that we can get to know each other better.”

“I support your every decision, Oran. Though have you spoken to Aneera?”

Oran let out an exaggerated sigh after a moment of silence, “I’ve been putting it off. I hope she hasn’t figured out what Ayenna is hiding. I wish to live in bliss a little longer.”

"I can't imagine it's anything too terrible.  The girl is far too nice. Perhaps it's a child from a former lover or something along those lines."

“That would be the best result.”

“It would.”

“So my sister, you are truly okay with this?” He reached out and grabbed both her hands, pulling them to him.

The lady's hold was firm, and she curled her right hand upwards, interlocking their thumbs as if they were preparing to engage in an arm wrestle. "Again, Oran, you are my brother, I have taught you everything I know, and I love you more than words can express.  I trust every decision you make since I know you have carefully considered them."

Oran took their clasped hands and raised them to his brow for a second before quickly standing up, smiling at his sister and exiting the room. Y/N smiled as she shook her head and took a book from the bookcase. She sat on the balcony reading the words in the late afternoon sun, watching it set and wondering if he was staring at the pink and orange hues and thinking of her, even though the answer was obvious.

Time passed with no noteworthy events. Oran had yet to reveal his wedding intentions, but she assumed he would wait until she was officially engaged first out of respect. Of course, the lady spoke with him, but he insisted on doing what was right in his own time.

The house was in disarray as Jaqen was due to return. The lady persuaded her father that a large celebration was unnecessary because Jaqen would not enjoy it, and while the number of people invited decreased dramatically, the extravagant décor and food did not. To ensure that everything was completed on time, preparations had to be finished the day before the celebration, and thus Y/N began to curse herself the instant Oberyn arrived through her front door.

“Not that I do not love to see your face, but today is not the best day for us to go on an adventure.”

She had glanced at him, but not close enough to see the expression on his face. “I wish to instead just have a private conversation.”

"I know how your private discussions ended, Oberyn, and I don't think that is the best idea today." She could hear a soft laugh behind her as she arranged many different flowers on the surface in front of her, attempting to find the ideal colour combination.

“I really need to talk to you, my flower, just for a minute.”

"Please tell me which of these pairings seems better. Maybe I should stick to all white. Is that alright, or does it seem too formal? Should I use the orange to add some colour?"

Unphased by her change of topic, Oberyn wrapped his arms around her waist, looking over her shoulder at the various flowers. “Use the white and light yellow as a base and then have orange accents.”

She nodded and waved to one of the maids, instructing them to do just that. Oberyn leaned into the lady's hair, taking a deep breath, before planting gentle kisses on the space not covered by fabric along her shoulder. "You know I can't resist you, Oberyn, so please let me finish."

He let out a hum and reluctantly let her go, taking a step back to give her space. 

"Oberyn, we can have dinner tonight if I finish everything I need to do."

"All right," he said, tilting his head and looking down at her. "Please let me stay."

"Of course, I'd never deny you. Just promise to be helpful and refrain from distracting me too much." She now turned to face him. He approached her, making her lean into the surface. For a brief moment, the smirk on his face appeared almost cruel to her, and she regretted allowing him to stay.

“By the old Gods and the new, how can I ever promise that. You find me a distraction by just existing.”

The lightness of his words didn't seem to match his smirk, but she responded with a hearty laugh. "I truly do love you, Oberyn Martell," she said softly as she kissed him on the cheek.

"Y/N Phassirah, you already know my heart belongs to you." They could have stayed like this forever, but someone tripped on the other side of the room, jolting her back to reality.

"Right, now that the flowers have been finalised, I need to refine the food and then figure out the seating."

"Isn't this your father's area of expertise?" Oberyn raised an eyebrow at her and smiled down at her.

"Yes, but I can't find him or Oran, and Aneera doesn't seem to want to be at our house for once." She suspected it was Aneera's fault that everyone seemed to be absent for the day.

Oberyn stopped the lady, holding her face in his arms and looking straight into her eyes. “You’re nervous. Why?”

“How can I not be, I haven’t seen him in quite a few moons, I want it to be perfect.” There was a certain vulnerability in her frown that he wasn't expecting, but his smile became reassuring.

He tucked her hair behind her ear and gave her a soft kiss. “You’re perfect and that is more than enough.”

“That is very kind of you to say, my love, and yet today, in this moment, I’m not entirely sure I feel like that.”

"It's just nerves, my flower." You're as beautiful as the setting sun. The universe will not allow him to think of you otherwise." She was almost moved to tears by his kind words, and she was surprised she didn't cry given the way he was looking at her.

“Is that how you think of me, truly that I’m perfect?”

“Yes, truly, utterly, and completely. You are my life partner, more beautiful than any woman alive or dead, smarter than even the oldest scholars and wiser than even Aneera.” She laughed at the mention of Aneera.

“You flatter me too much, Oberyn Martell. Though I appreciate how I can see that you truly believe that.”

He pulled her into a hug, speaking into her hair, “and you deserve to truly believe that too. I will do everything in my power to ensure that you do.”

After their conversation, the evening flew by, and she almost forgot why Oberyn was there in the first place. But his actions reminded her that he did, in fact, have some news to share with her. In that way, he was predictable. Though he was always attached to her, when he was worried about something, his easy nature became more scattered and his nerves became more visible.

She chose to eat dinner in the palace, instructing one of his servants to bring the food and wine into his chambers, where she sat on a cushion next to one of the low tables. He sat across from her, picking at his food.

“Oberyn, you are acting like a child. Please just tell me what is wrong.”

He put his fork down and sighed deeply in response. “I was thinking instead, why don’t we wait until Jaqen is back so that your emotions are, you know.”

“No Oberyn, I don’t know.” She looked up at him, holding his gaze. 

"Okay, just please.”

“Please what?”

He muttered something under his breath, but she made no sound to indicate she was aware of it. He sighed again after a minute of silence. "Another child will be born. I found out yesterday."

“Oh, who is the lucky mother?” The lady immediately picked up her goblet with raised eyebrows and continued with her meal.

“You are not upset.”

“Children are blessings, Oberyn. You are the one who told me that.” 

He tilted his head to the side and nodded gently. His demeanour changed almost immediately, and he leant back in his chair. “Yes, but I thought you might be upset that me and you have not had a child yet.”

“While we have been careful, and I am surprised that we have not yet, it is not a race. The Gods gave us these children for a reason, and while I am not their mother, they are still my children.”

“You are truly a woman too good for me.” She was unable to hide the smile in her drink. 

“Too good for the prince of Dorne. I’m not entirely sure that’s possible.” He let out a hearty laugh and took her free hand across the table. 

“And yet here we are.”

He took her hands to his lips and only pulled harder when she tried to pull away in slight embarrassment. “Do you have a feeling about the gender?”

He knew she was trying to change the subject but indulged her anyway. “Should I not be asking you that?” She raised an eyebrow and tipped her head to the right. “A girl.”

“Again.”

“Would that be so bad?” he almost whined. 

“Of course not. I am just becoming convinced that you are only capable of producing girls.” She left the food that was left and took her goblet of wine, opening the large glass doors on his balcony. There was a long seat with an abundance of pillows with light orange netting around it. 

“Well, I suppose on the day I die, we will know.” He said while following her, he instead took his plate with him and handed her his goblet so he could make himself comfortable. He put the plate on the small table and sat on the opposite side of the seat, letting Y/N curl up in the corner closest to the railing. 

“The mother?”

“A septa,” he said slowly,

She frowned and grumbled something under her breath before locking her eyes with him. “Was I?”

“No, she’s from the reach.” 

She hummed and smiled slightly, wondering about the type of woman that held his affection when she was not around. “Are you going to send the child to the water gardens?”

“Yes, I think that would be best.”

“Nymeria would like that, no?” Nymeria, named after her father, had looks that were sure to rival the lady herself when she came of age. Cheeky and deadly but a lady no less. Someone had once referred to her as Lady Nym after an incident in her infancy, and the name stuck. 

“I think it’s time we go and see them.”

“Hmm, I’m sure Obara has a lot of new skills she wishes to practice with you. Our little sand snakes, who are not so little anymore,” They both smiled at each other.

“We should bring her back to the palace. What better bodyguard to have than Obara with a spear in her hand? " Y/N let out a hearty laugh at the thought of the 10-year-old girl with such a serious face escorting her around the palace.

“I am certain she’ll love that.” The two shared another smile, and Y/N leaned further into her goblet, putting her legs out so that her feet lay on Oberyn. 

He pulled her dress up just enough so that he could caress her calf with his free hand. The lady leaned back into the pillows behind her, bathing in the luxury of such expensive materials. 

“I truly think these pillows would feel so much better on my bare skin.”

“Then please, my dove, by all means, allow yourself that luxury.”

She set the now-empty goblet down on the ground and began untying the strings that held her dress together. The white beige fabric fell to her ankles, giving the impression that she was standing on sand. Her underclothes were short and thin, and the cool evening breeze revealed her nipples beneath the cloth. She sat back down in her bed of pillows, relishing the hungry look in his eyes.

"Truly, you are a queen to behold.”

“A queen perfect enough for this prince?”

“A goddess perfect enough to rival all.” She giggled at his sweet words and crawled onto him. He slowly put his own goblet down along with the plate of long forgotten food. 

He put a hand under her chin, slowly guiding her to him. He whispered something but she didn’t catch it and instead hummed before he pulled her into a slow kiss. The feeling was lazy and familiar, his movements practised and steady but still honey sweet. He pushed her underclothes so that they were sitting just above her hips, her left thigh completely on display. His left hand was moving from her cheek to her hair to the back of her neck while his right hand sat on her hip, thumb tracing small circles into the front of her pelvis. 

“I truly do love you, my Lady of Dorne, the true Dornish beauty.” She stopped the movements of his hands and pulled them, so they were both in front of her.

“I love you more than life itself, my dear Dornish prince.” This time, she pulled him into a slow kiss, their movements languid with the speed of those who had all the time in the world.

Despite that, the lady was aware that her prince was not a patient man and let her hands travel downwards, across his chest and then lower. His hands rested on his thighs, and she looked up at him, asking with her eyes. 

“My lady, I have given you news that I thought you would not be happy about. Let me pleasure you first.”

“Today is a celebration for you to become a father once more. Today, you will allow me to treat you as your title deserves. I am yours to use as you please, but first I wish to please you. Allow me that.”

“As you wish, my lady.”

She wasted no time in pulling him out of the tan trousers he wore. He was impressive. She had seen this view more times than she could count, and yet he still amazed her. He was already semi-hard so she pumped him a few times, letting out a small moan and looking up into his eyes. His pupils were blown, his eyes practically black. The vision of him left her breath shaky, and she resolved to focus on the task at hand before she became too engrossed by him. 

The minute her mouth met his tip, he let out a quiet groan, shifting slightly in his seat. She glanced up at him and noticed the grip he had on the side of the couch and smirked at herself. She gave him a few kitten licks while trying to decide how she should play this, but at his already frustrated groan, she decided to be kind. 

Relaxing her throat, she took as much of him in as she could handle. Immediately, his right hand went to her hair, but seemingly remembering himself, he relaxed and his grip softened. She bobbed up and down, swirling her tongue around his tip at a steady pace, though this only lasted a moment. She knew exactly what he liked, exactly what would make him finish the quickest, so she added her right hand to the base of his cock, twisting and moving up and down. 

She leaned back, putting her weight into her legs so she could move her left hand, which was on his thigh, to cradle his balls. Drool was dripping down her chin as she sped up, but instead of letting it drip onto the red fabric, she wiped it with her left hand to coat his balls in spit. 

Oberyn was never shy about pleasure, and she was confident that anyone in the corridor or a room or two over could hear him. Though not shy it was rare that anything that was not ‘my beautiful girl’ or ‘princess’ left his mouth. She once again looked up to meet his eyes, but they were closed, so she hummed with her mouth still around him. He didn’t seem to hear that either, so she sucked one final time and lifted her head off of him, still pumping him with her hand. His eyes snapped open at the change of sensation, and he cocked his head to the side. 

“My love, please.”

“My prince, I wish only for you to watch me. There is no need to beg.”

He chuckled lightly at her words, clearly trying to maintain a sense of self-control. “My eyes are tied to you, though that may mean that we will need a break before our next session."

Instead of saying anything, she smiled widely at him and once again led his cock down her throat. She knew exactly how he would like to see her, so instead of using her hand, she pushed herself down so her lips met his base. He groaned loudly, and once again a hand tightened on the back of her head. She gagged slightly trying to pull up after a moment, but he kept her there for a few extra seconds. The moment he let go, she pulled herself off him and, wasting no time, slid one of his balls into her mouth, pumping him with her right hand. 

She returned her attention to his cock after both of his balls had been thoroughly coated with liquid. Deep-throating him and bobbing up and down. She paused to change the rhythm, speeding up, meaning she once again had to twist her hand in the places she couldn't reach. She glanced up at him, and just as she asked, his eyes were fixed on her. The look of concentration was heavy on his face. The sound he was making made the lady drip onto the fabric of the couch. 

She knew every sound he made better than her own, so when his pitch changed, she knew to quicken her pace, fondling his balls in her left hand. She anticipated the movement of his hand on the couch and braced herself for the pressure, which met the back of her head and pushed her down until she gagged. Her throat was coated with warm and salty spurts of his release. She swallowed around his cock and pulled herself free as soon as his grip relaxed, licking her lips as she did so.

Before either could say anything, he pulled her to him, into a searing kiss, tasting himself on her tongue and lips. He let out a hum of satisfaction as he pulled away, and his eyes looked tired under the evening light. 

“My love, you must be getting old. You look tired.”

“The satisfaction you bring me is unmatched. It is natural  to be tired after being pleasured by a goddess.”

“You flatter me too much, Oberyn.”

“It is one of my greatest joys.” She giggled, curling up to his naked form, her underclothes leaving little to the imagination. He relished the feeling of her nipples against his skin and allowed himself to completely relax under her embrace. 

They stayed like that, watching the sun completely set outside the Dornish castle. His thumb was tracing circles on her hip, and the slight breeze was beyond calming. Unintentionally, Oberyn fell asleep, and though not looking at him, the deep breathing and soft snores made it obvious. She tried not to disturb him, pulling herself carefully out of his embrace and taking a blanket from on top of the chest at the end of his bed. She took in their goblets and his plate and then curled back up into him, letting him tighten his hold and adjusting the thin blanket over the both of them. 

She woke up to the rising sun tickling her face. She liked sleeping outside. The natural awakening made her want to stay out there forever. She looked behind her at Oberyn, who was still softly snoring. He looked so relaxed and calm like this, though with her he usually did, and yet she still noticed that the tightness in his face that was probably due to his princely duties had disappeared. 

She untangled from him, slowly gathering her dress and putting it on. She resolved to leave early so that she could bathe before Jaqen showed up. As she slipped on her shoes, she noticed a movement behind her, turning to see Oberyn leaning on the balcony doorway with a sleepy smile on his face. 

“I truly wish I could wake up to you like this every morning forever.”

“Marry me then.”

“If I didn’t think there was a bigger purpose for you, I would have insisted the minute I walked back onto the shores of Dorne.” He slowly walked over to her, pulling her into a soft kiss. They whispered ‘I love yous" to each other, and she gathered anything else she had left, including a handful of grapes, and left the room, leaving him still in the doorway with a small wave and a smile. 

Stationed outside the door was Essino once again. He put his head up as soon as the door opened and nodded at her. 

“I have been told to pass on the message that a Jaqen has returned.”

“He’s already here?” She was almost bounding with happiness. Her steps became quicker, and it took a moment for Essino to once again step in time with her. 

"Yes, some time ago, I believe. He is now at one of his brothels, doing the rounds I suppose. "

She hummed to herself and then let out a small cough as though clearing her throat. “Did he come to the house when I was not there?”

“To my knowledge, no.” Perhaps it was slightly ridiculous, but the idea that he didn't walk off the ship to immediately meet her made her deflate.

Even though he wasn't looking at her directly, Essino noticed and tried to comfort her. "My lady, I'm sure he just had an urgent business to attend to and didn't want to disturb you in the early morning."

She hummed in response but chose not to continue the conversation, so she remained silent. He interpreted this as her desire to be alone with her thoughts and chose not to change the subject. She mounted her horse outside the palace and waved to Essino before riding slowly back to her home.

#imagine #sandor clegane x reader #dorne #oberyn martell x reader #oberyn martell imagine #game of thrones x reader #oberyn x reader #game of thrones imagine

[alighieri-sparda]

DMC Boys + Civilian S/O

Sweetly requested by anon ♡ | Masterlist | Rules

Hi dear! Sorry about the delay, hope you don’t mind. I love writing fluff things, so your request made my day! Hope you like it.

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Dante

His S/O is protected by Dante’s typical dorky style. He’s naturally the funniest guy they’ve ever met in their life, so it’s not uncommon to see Dante suddenly taking his S/O in his arms and saying something like “How is my pretty little person doing, hm?” and then kiss their cheek when he finally meets them after a while. His attitudes might be kind of stupid, but they are also very honest.

It doesn’t mean Dante cannot act seriously when the situation calls for it though. He knows that having a civilian S/O is very risky — for them principally — and the last thing he wants is to lose them like he lost his mother. Due to that condition, Dante never takes them to his jobs, even though he talks to them a lot about all the situations he experienced during his Devil Hunter life. Don’t get me wrong, Dante knows that he’s absolutely capable of protecting them from everything. But at the same time, he doesn’t want to expose his S/O like that. He’s unbelievably careful when it comes to his S/O’s safety.

However, Dante didn’t hide his relationship with them from anyone close to him. It might sound incoherent, but the only people who are aware of his relationship are the most trustworthy ones that Dante has in his life. Since he doesn’t know what can happen to them, he at least can count on Lady, Trish, and Nero to protect them if something prevents him from doing so.

Dante takes every chance he has to skip jobs just to stay with them in their house. He knows that his S/O is shy about the others and avoids demonstrating affection in public because of that, so he doesn’t mind skipping other activities just to give them the attention they deserve.

By the way, it’s important to say that Dante is definitely a cuddler. A professional one. They are his cute and precious S/O; he can’t help hugging them tightly and kissing their shy face multiple times in a row. He wouldn’t mind doing these sorts of things in public, but he respects their decision to keep it private. But when they are both with other people, especially at Devil May Cry, Dante likes to hold their hands softly.

When they are at the shop, it is usually because Dante invited them to stay and sleep there with him. It’s not so common to happen though, because of all of those things about exposure and dangers related to date a Son of Sparda. If his S/O is there, Dante doesn’t receive customers in person and closes the shop earlier. And whenever they want to go home back home, Dante always accompanies them to their house.

Nero

This boy is naturally a very protective person to everyone he cares about. But dating a civilian person increased his protection instinct to a whole another level. His S/O basically has a boyfriend and a second mother at the same time; things like “I’m not sure if it’s safe to go alone, think I’m going with you” and “Please, let me know if something strange ever happens to you” are quite usual to come up from Nero’s mouth. He doesn’t mean to be overprotective, but he ends up being anyway, sometimes even apologizing for doing such things. But they think that’s a cute aspect of Nero’s personality, so they just pass it on. It’s completely understandable since they remember how many rough things Nero passed through due to the Order.

Nero is not afraid of telling them the things that happened to him in the past though. He does it to warn them about how dangerous things related to the Demon World can be more than anything, and how they must not go after those sorts of subjects. Nero also invited them to live with him just when his relationship with his S/O started, because he’d be able to protect them properly if they stayed close to him, in his opinion. Well, no matter the reason, they enjoyed the idea very much.

He doesn’t exactly hide his relationship with them, but he avoids talking about it in public. But of course, Nico, Dante, and everyone else does know about their existence. Actually, they’re very cherished by the others who know them due to their lovely and kind personality, so Nero can calm down a bit because they’re very well protected by the rest of the crew.

In public, Nero doesn’t leave their side at any moment. His excuse is always related to “I want to protect you!”, but they know it’s all about being closer to them, always embracing his S/O’s shoulders. Sometimes, he suddenly steals a peck from them, just to chuckle at their flustered shy face. Nero is shy about demonstrating affection in public as well, but he just loves that precious person so much; it can’t be helped!

It’s pretty obvious, but it is still worth emphasizing that Nero is a damn cuddler. Even more than Dante. When they are in private, Nero doesn’t let them go from his cuddles easily; he’s very physical when it comes to love demonstration, and that’s perfect for them because Nero’s hugs are the warmest and most comfortable ones in this world.

By the way, when they’re both sleeping at their shared bed, Nero is always the big spoon. And they’ve never slept at any different position since they started to live with him. Nero never realized this fact; he does it unconsciously.

V

It’s quite noticeable that V is the less experienced between the Devil May Cry crew when it comes to intimate relationships, and that’s what most affected him when he saw himself dating a civilian: a person who is even more powerless than him against demonic creatures. V feels truly terrified because they are the most precious thing he has in his life and he’s not sure if he’d be able to protect them. But V would give up on everything to keep them safe, without a doubt.

Unlike Dante and Nero, V doesn’t feel comfortable telling them all of that demonic stuff. In his opinion, explaining everything would put them in danger somehow. So, the only things V allows himself to do are presenting his familiars to his S/O — only mentioning Nightmare, since he is the most terrifying of the three and the only one he has no control over — and vaguely explain what’s going on. They feel obviously confused, but they respect V’s decision. They know he just wants to protect them.

His S/O’s relationship with V’s familiars makes him smile without even realizing it. Griffon’s still annoying, but it’s clear how much he enjoys their presence — and when he starts to bother them, it’s usually just to make them laugh. Shadow purrs constantly when they pet her, and she even licks their face and hair affectionately. It’s fair enough to consider that V’s familiars are now his S/O’s ones as well.

When V can finally have some time alone with his S/O, he’s the sweetest; laying on the couch to read some poetry to them, letting them pet Shadow and timid cuddles are quite usual to come up from this gentle boy. If they start to ask something related to the Demon World, V will only kiss their lips softly and whisper against their mouth: “There’s no need to be concerned about such things, love. The only thing worth recalling is that I am with you now.” V’s kisses are the gentlest in this world, as much as his hands as well, those he softly brushes against their back and through their hair.

V didn’t tell anyone about his relationship with them at first. Due to his inexperience with these sorts of things, he avoided exposing their existence unnecessarily, taking care of them quietly, in his way. However, as the events went on, V realized how trustful Nero proved to be and revealed his deep affection for them — but he’s the only person who knows about it. If V needs to show up with his S/O in public for any reason, he’s extra careful, never leaving their side. Shadow is always surrounding them, protecting V’s S/O directly. He’s not really down for demonstrating affection in public just like his S/O, but if V notices they’re afraid or anxious for some reason, he’ll gently kiss their hand and say things to comfort them.

They are not aware of this, but they can get what they want from V just by smiling at him. Their cute and lovely personality makes his heart melt; he smiles at every word they say or at any mundane thing they do. One day, V asked them to read a few lines of Blake’s poetry, just to appreciate how wonderful those words would sound when spoken by their sweet voice. He basically fell in love with his lovely S/O again, kissing their lips passionately after they were done.

Vergil

The eldest son of Sparda is definitely the most overprotective one. Vergil doesn’t even ponder that he’s being almost a controlling person over his S/O, because everything sounds pretty justifiable in his head. But everything can be solved if his S/O addresses him about his actions. It will be kind of hard at the beginning because Vergil is a stubborn bitch, but he’ll recognize his mistakes eventually. If they get really upset about this, Vergil will wait until they’re in bed, embrace them and speak softly: “I’m sorry.”

Vergil’s lack of experience on dealing with emotions and his naturally introverted behavior make things a bit hard at the beginning, but his S/O learned how to deal with those aspects of his personality and comfort him when he gets stressed over things like that. It’s the way Vergil found to demonstrate the love and affection he feels for them, and they recognize this. It’s important to remind that everything Vergil does is to keep the person he loves safe and comfortable; and he does such things in his awkward antisocial way, but with honest love put into his actions. The last thing he wants is to lose them like he lost his mother.

At first, Vergil will hide their existence from everyone. He’s unsure about what would happen to them if he does so; and of course, Vergil is completely confident that he can protect them from everything. But Dante would find out about them soon — Dante knows his brother very well to notice he changed somehow — and assure Vergil that “if we know about them, Verge, they would be better protected”. With that in mind, Vergil will let them go to Devil May Cry and meet the rest of the crew, but never exposing them to demonic power. He doesn’t even unsheathe Yamato nor allow himself, Dante or Nero to Devil Trigger next to his S/O, for example.

Vergil is less physical when it comes to demonstrate love; he’s not an assumed cuddler, actually. The way he demonstrates his affection is by simple attitudes, like starting a little conversation when asking about their day once it’s noticeable he’s not the biggest fan of talking with other people, sitting next to them while he’s reading when his preference is to have a isolated place to do so, and sleeping with his S/O in the same bed even when he’s not exactly able to sleep. Vergil does things that no one would ever believe he has actually done.

Demonstrating affection in public is a huge NO with Vergil. The only perceptible thing he’d do is just stay close enough to them to make sure he’s there to protect them if something bad happens, but don’t expect seeing him embracing or even barely touching them at any possible way. It is not even a problem to his S/O since they’re a shy person who blushes easily when Dante teases his brother about his relationship with a civilian human smirking like a jackass. Although Vergil avoids using his power next to his S/O, he surely will stab his brother with a spectral sword to shut him up.

Like I said before, Vergil just doesn’t assume being a cuddler. One of his favorite things to do is surprise them with a soft kiss on their head or cheek while they’re just doing mundane things, like doing the dishes or reading, just to see that surprised shy face of theirs. When Vergil is waking up, sleepy, he likes to hug them tightly and resting his head over their shoulder. It usually happens when Vergil is sleeping with his S/O after a long time without seeing them. He also loves when they caress and massage his scalp, but will never ask them to do it — he will only pray to the gods that they will notice this quickly and then enjoy the laziest mornings in their shared bed. Poor touch-starved Vergil.

#sorry about the eventual grammar mistakes btw #i feel so soft oh gosh #dmc #devil may cry #dmc headcanons #devil may cry headcanons #dmc dante #dmc nero #dmc vergil #dmc v

[forbidding-souda]

Hello there! If I got it right, you're doing a prompt request? So, if yes, can I have some Kazu x reader and Hiro x reader with prompts 18+40? I just,,, feel like it'll be very neat. Thank you for your blog and works!! And for amount of a best boi Kazu on your blog!!! and sry if i misunderstood your reblog of prompts eheh......

18: “I’d do anything for you” with Kazuichi Souda 40: “I’m too afraid to fall in love” with Hagakure Yasuhiro

You got it right! I’ve actually never seen someone call him Kazu before, it’s so cute oml I love it. Your mind is so large for picking 18 with Kazu btw. I love this and I love you!! Team Kazu!!!

If you’re reading this - I also didn’t spell check this one so hopefully I didn’t make any pronoun or grammar mistakes. :D

-Mod Souda

Kazuichi Souda

Thunk, thunk. You drag your suitcase up the stairs, both of your shoulders occupied by colorful backpacks.

You lived far away from Hope’s Peak, of course, so you decided to move closer.

This means carrying all the stuff you brought.

Which was everything.

Your arms ached, as you are not the most hardworking person out there, and you definitely would rather pay a butler to do it.

“Woah, hey there!” A cheery voice calls out. When you turn to look, you don’t recognize him. Is he calling to someone else?

“Do you need help carrying all that?” So he is talking to you. His beady, pink iris’s meet yours, and for a second, your heart skips a beat.

But you play it off.

“I most certainly do!” You respond, letting his pale hands take the suitcase away from you. He’s even kind enough to slip one of your backpacks over his shoulders.

You can see his collarbones through his jumper, and how his face is angled and sharp.

Strong hands too.

And he helped you to your room, spending his time casually flirting.

Which you don’t pick up at all.

Then you say you are going to Hopes Peak and he !!!

“I’m going there too!”

Oh thank god at least you will recognize someone in the halls.

Ever since then, now that he knows where you live, he has taken it upon himself to walk you to school.

He likes doing kind things for you, things like opening the door and whatnot.

It makes him happy to see you smile.

And one day you’ll be feeling down, a solid 5/10, with your headphones on and your gaze to the floor.

He contemplates what to do, his brain is filled with ideas. If he buys you something, will it make it obvious that he likes you? He doesn’t exactly think he’s being subtle about it, but you were responding normally to his advances.

He spends so much time thinking about it that he doesn’t realize you both are already in the classroom.

You sit down, your cheek rested on your palm and your breathes slow and heavy.

Kazuichi can’t seem to take his eyes off of you. He watches you steadily, observing the way you move, trying to figure out what’s wrong.

Sonia even asks him what’s wrong, wondering if he’s gone ill or something, and he will casually brush off her worries and reassure her.

He pauses though, and then asks her what cheers her up when she’s down.

She puts a finger to her cheek, her soft smile still occupying her face as she thinks of an answer. “Maybe just spending time with all my friends!

“D-Does it work with anyone?” He whispers, in case you are listening in on the conversation. Sonia lets out a laugh and clasps her hands together, “I think everyone likes hanging out with their friends.”

He makes a note of all the things he would make you do after class ends. What about a picnic? Or going on a walk through the city?

Mentally he slaps himself. Those are all romantic things! What do friends do?

By the time class ends, he has definitely planned everything.

Is what he thinks.

But you leave first, making him panic!

Are you... mad at him for something? The thought hasn’t even crossed his mind.

Oh no, did he say something to make you upset without realizing it? He was always afraid of that.

When he walks outside he sees you by the door, waiting for him.

He freaked out over nothing! Wow, you can’t believe he overthought it.

“Ahaha, I thought you left me!”

You give him a small smile, “Eh, I thought about it.” With a tiny laugh, you turn and head down the hall.

“W-Wait, S/O!”

You turn, looking at him with bright eyes. It makes his heart melt.

“I just... how about we go for a walk today! Like, the two of us?”

Great job trying to be platonic, Kazuichi!

Of course you agree, because you would rather hang out with him than do basically anything. Extra time with him is worth it!

Once you two reach the trees, he cheerfully turns to face you. “Shall I carry your bag for you?”

Thoughtlessly, your hand goes to grip it tighter. “No, you don’t need to do that for me, I’m okay!”

“Oh please,” he teases, “I’d do anything for you!”

Your cheeks heat up, but you reluctantly pass over your bag anyways. His gaze falls onto your face, but you’re too embarrassed to look back at him.

His bumps his shoulder with yours. “You know that I am being honest, right?"

“I like you a lot, Kazuichi.”

Hm?

His brain lags and he stops walking.

“Yo-You like me? Like romantically or platonically, you know I can’t tell!”

You just smile at him, “I know I’ve been mopey all day but it’s just because I’ve been planning on telling you! Sorry if I scared you, Kaz!”

His eyes nearly forms into hearts.

He sighs in relief, “thank god because all day I’ve been worrying about how to cheer you up!”

“How about a kiss?”

Is this even real?

Is he dreaming?

He answers you, but not verbally.

Hagakure Yasuhiro

He watches you, keeping his eye on you as you doodle on the counter you work behind.

He has been stalking the aisles for at least an hour now, picking up worthless things.

Mostly snacks.

Quite the money savers.

He visits that corner store often, and will automatically leave if you aren’t sitting their behind the counter.

Though, you seem to always be.

You glance up, again, and look at him.

!!!!

He hides behind the shelves again.

“Hey,” you call out.

Oh no, he’s busted!

His heart is beating out of his chest. He can’t believe you noticed him.

But of course you noticed the man stalking around in your shop for nearly an hour.

“I’m not mad, I’m just curious.” Your voice coos out.

When he peeks over to you he sees your face, resting in the palm of your hand, and your mischievous looking eyes.

“Yeah, I’m just bad at shopping, you know?” He tries to excuse himself. While he talks, he talks steps closer to you, until you both only have a counter between you.

You watch him shift the weight between his feet, uncomfortably. You hide your laugh. “What’s your name?”

“Ehh... Yasuhiro.”

“Okay, what do you do, Yasuhiro? I see you in here a lot. Are you a construction worker? Clergyman?”

“I’m a clairvoyant.”

He seems almost embarrassed to say it.

The way you talk, the way you express yourself, is just so relaxed.

You’re intimidating to him.

Little does he know is that, internally you are a flustered mess.

You prop yourself up, eyes widen in pleasant surprise. “A clairvoyant? For real?”

Your excitement makes him feel a lot better, giving him the confidence he always lacks.

“Of course! Maybe next time I should bring my crystal ball in, eh?”

A crystal ball? He’s so cool! What if he gave you a reading?

Your cheeks heat up when you think about what your future looks like.

Would it be good? Hopefully.

He puts a hand on his chest, resting it directly onto his heart.

“Maybe I should give you a reading. The first one will be free but you’ll have to pay for the rest of them!”

You give him a small laugh. “I doubt I would need more than one, let’s see how good you are.”

As he walks home, he can’t stop thinking how excited he is. Tomorrow he’ll show you his talent! Even if it has a 30% of amazing you!

The next day he arrives, crystal ball in hand, only to find you missing behind the counter.

You tricked him, didn’t you? He should have seen it coming from the evil gaze you gave him.

He steps outside and gets distracted by someone calling his name...

And there he sees you, standing in front of the sun with a book bag around your shoulder.

“Aw, you didn’t think I’d leave, did you?”

His heart flutters, bursting alive out of his chest.

The warm colors of the sky; orange and yellow hues; highlight your figure as you walk past him. “Come on now, let’s go.”

You blow his mind! 

He doesn’t even know where you are leading him, he just follows behind you with his crystal ball tucked safely in his palms.

Eventually, he realizes, you are taking him to a nearby playground with a patch of grass and large, shady trees.

And in your book bag is a thin blanket for you both to sit on.

He sits with his legs crossed and you sit on your knees.

Excitement trickles through your bones but you try not to hide it.

You’re bad at hiding it, though, because you have a goofy smile on your face.

“Put your hands over it so it can absorb your energy.” He instructs. 

Following his orders, you begin to focus your energy into your palms, wondering if the power is even real or not.

You’d like to believe, but you’ve never seen it for yourself.

And when you feel complete, he closes his eyes, humming to himself before glancing into the ball.

Impatient, you are, and you almost jump him for the answers.

But he takes his time trying to interpret what the colors he is seeing mean.

“Ehm... so if I’m getting this straight... there are new awakenings coming to you that are very positive, indicating a new love... and or friendship... and or... I don’t know, something like that.”

His eyes glanced all over your face to see your reaction.

He is basically on a date with someone cute...

Date?

Is this a date?! He didn’t even realize! And he didn’t even wear his formal clothes!

“Oh, that’s interesting... love?” You ask, covering your mouth with your hand. “I don’t think I like that very much.”

His eyebrows furrow. “You don’t like love?”

An unease swoops in, overlaying the once bright coversation.

“I guess I don’t... I mean, I love my friends! It’s just... romance.”

He chuckles, trying to pry himself out of the situation he was forced into.

“Romance isn’t that bad! I mean, it can be cute sometimes.”

His words linger in your brain.

“Cute...”

He sits in silence, watching your eyebrows twitch and your lips part while you think.

Eventually, you just laugh into your fingers and eye him.

“I’m too afraid to fall in love.”

He responds quickly, nervous about saying things that are accidentally flirty. “Well, hopefully it’s easier this time around.”

You nod to him, smiling. “I’ll keep that in mind, Yasuhiro.”

His name flows easily from your lips, making him melt.

He sits up, fast, coming to his senses. “Right, the next reading--”

“Isn’t free, I remember that.” You wave him off.

He expected you to stand him, to thank him for the reading and be on your way.

But you stayed, looking at him with awe in your eyes.

Until your face heats and you rustle around in your bag. “I...I brought snacks, for us.”

When he doesn’t respond, you look up with soft eyes.

“For our date... okay?”

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa imagines #kazuichi souda #kazuichi souda x reader #kazuichi soda #kazuichi soda x reader #hagakure yasuhiro #yasuhiro hagakure #yasuhiro hagakure x reader

[sparklingpax]

Sweet Bother, That’s What You Are

A.N: 

(starring my two TFP OCs, Paxie and Sharpflint, who will be getting sketch posts um.........eventually o///o’’)

-HIIIIII So. Potentially the first of many drabbles with these two <3 There’s no official story story, really....just whatever comes to mind if I feel like writing it! ^w^

-I actually managed to find the first time I did a drabble for them, idk, kinda dumb, but thought I’d link in case you were interested ^^’’ 

-This one’s kinda dumb too I apologize but I wanted to write it so

-Sorry for grammar, punctuation, word usage, spelling, etc mistakes......it’s late and I’m falling asleep and my brain is on Full Sunshine Happy Things mode so I’m just trying to dump all that into this story >:3 

-What planet are they on that has metallic trees and rocks?? uM?? uh--ok well,,,,,,same planet as the last one sorry I’m not very creative idk why I need so many trees for my writing anyway lmfao akjdjsd

-So when is this set then?? Ok so. After the war; in this universe here, which is not an au btw (or is it?? idk?? the events are assumed to be exactly the same as prime and other aligned continuity stuff just with these two inserted in the background if that makes any sense at all,,,,) Paxie was from one of the first generations after the war; Sharpflint fought in the war as an Autobot so,,,theres that. 

-May I just note for the record so no one asks or makes assumptions, their relationship is fully inteded to be really good friendship & it’s Not romantic. Sorry if I made it confusing in the writing sdjsdj basically I love writing romantic stuff but for once I want to write a Good Friends dynamic ^w^ hope thats okie!

-Also no Sharpflint is not actually old, he’d be more like a 35-year old and Paxie’s might be 25-ish. If you wanted to visualize it in human years I guess because we’re all........human..? She’s just fooling around 😹✨

-SHOUTOUT TO Y’ALL WHO ENCOURAGED ME TO START POSTING MY DRABBLE IDEAS!! I hope I do not disappoint too much ^^’’ 

-hhhhh & it be Short™ o///o but I hope you like it!!! thanks for reading!!! :)

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Paxie kicked a stray rock back into its place on the side of the road and pouted. Arms folded behind her back, she did her best to tune out whatever Sharpflint was on about. Why?

“—and Primus fragging heck, Paxie, you know that as your friend—no, respected elder and mentor—I do not want to find your corpse on the side of the highway because you refuse to learn that—”

Yes. That. Because he was lecturing her about how strongly he disagreed with her personal stance in the Natural Form movement. However, she was not truly annoyed at all. It was a peaceful afternoon and she’d managed to convince Sharpflint to ditch patrol to walk with her. 

I’m going to have some fun here--after all, I’m giving up my free day, the one day I don’t have classes!!

Suddenly, one of his words registered in her mind and she got an idea. 

Paxie tapped his arm. He came to a halt alongside her, breaking off abruptly to give her a scathing ‘WHAT.’ However he swallowed that, too when he saw her face.

“You got one thing right, salty engines,” Paxie started, feigning frustration.

Sharpflint narrowed his yellow optics—he absolutely detested that ridiculous nickname.

“Oh?” He muttered back, half annoyed. “Enlighten me.”

Paxie shook her head, heaving a dramatic sigh. “Well, you’re old. But you’re not my mentor—you’re too old to be my mentor. I’d need a spry, young, whippersnapper like myself! In fact—wait—”

She did a shushing motion and looked around. Sharpflint moaned quietly, rolling his eyes hard. He waited for her to continue roasting him.

“Yes…yes, I can hear it!”

He decided to play along, folding his arms as he towered over her. “Hear what, Paxie?”

“Listen!! I can hear the high concentration of salt in your attitude rusting your rotor blades!!”

Frag me, Primus why.

“I can hear it from a mile—”

Sharpflint picked her up, smirking as her words melted into surprised yelping. He hoisted her over his shoulder, gripping her legs as the rest of her body hung over his back, and eyed the tree a small ways ahead of them. His grin grew wider.

“Old, huh?”

“Yes!!” Paxie was laughing now, gasping for air.

“Well, then, I’ll just show you how us elderly were taught to run!”

“FLINT!!!”

He swung her in a circle before racing ahead to the tree, prompting more giggled cries. His eyes glinted while his shorter friend shouted, playfully indignant, and demanded to be put down.

“I’ll snap you in two, you robot stick!!”

“Try it, tiny!! You’d barely leave a scratch!”

“OH—” Paxie narrowed her optics and whacked his green plating, still laughing. “SO SAYS ‘MR. INSULTS ARE RUDE’!! WOW!!”

Sharpflint let out a laugh himself, reaching the tree. Sure I said that, but I never said I couldn’t joke around…

“Hey, what are y—WAHHAHHHHHNOONONO—”

The two mechs had made it to the tree, so Sharpflint naturally tossed Paxie just high enough for her to land in one of the branches. As he’d hoped, she latched on and balled up against the metallic surface, optics wide with shock.

Take that, you adorable little scrap. Sharpflint nodded to himself, placing his hands on his hips and tilting his head back to take in the view. Paxie started giggling again, wailing down at him to help her off the branch .

“I’m only as old as the middle of the Great War!”

“You’re a salty, rusty sack of bolts!!”

Sharpflint sighed, turning away. “You and Mr. Tree can keep each other company until I come back here for patrol….” He pretended to think deeply, then calmly finished, “Four days from now.”

“Fine! You’re only as old as the youngest old bot from the war!!”

“Three days.”

“You’re a not-so-old dork!”

“Hmmm….” Sharpflint let the silence sink in, as if he were actually deeply considering her words. Paxie sighed audibly.

“You’re my favorite old dork--the best friend I could ask for!”

At this, Sharpflint turned and regarded her, beaming down at him. He unfolded his arms, chuckling lightly.

“I was going to let you down anyway, you know..” he said a little more quietly, feeling a little warm after her previous comment. The purple-white mech grinned back down at him.

“I know! I just wanted to say!”

Paxie was his closest friend, even if she was young, and didn’t know how bleak life could be—which was half the reason they ever got into fights in the first place anyway. Sometimes it’s hard to see eye-to-eye with someone who’s led a completely different life than your own. Both Sharpflint and Paxie were aware of that.

All that same, she was sunshine and openness.

Paxie was…simply put, a great friend.

Sharpflint cracked a small smile—not a smirk, but a real smile.

“You want to meet again at Silicon’s tonight?”

“Only if you’re paying!”

Sharpflint heaved another sigh, slumping over. Well, what else was to be expected? After all, the helicopter mech had thrown his friend into a tree. He couldn’t say no.

Well, no, he could, really should...but it would be rude—

“Oh, dear Primus,” he murmured under his breath, continuing to gaze up at Paxie, still hugging the tree branch for her dear life.

“Yay!! Silicon’s!!” Paxie cheered like a young sparkling, then cut herself off as her celebratory motions caused the branch to sway a bit too much. 

“Thank goodness for frequent paychecks…”

But above all, thank goodness for friends. Especially the ones that drive a bot nuts. Paxie, I’d give my life for you. 

#transformers prime #tfp #transformers prime ocs #transformers ocs #transformers #tf #ocs #original characters #fanfic #fanfiction #drabble #writing #story #for fun #kuniwrites #paxie #sharpflint #oc paxie #oc sharpflint #oc writing #oc fanfiction #tf ocs #tfp ocs #Aligned continuity #random #<3 #:D

[koolcatkenma]

Tsukkiyama. Tsukki is a vampire and Yamaguchi is his favorite snack. Yamaguchi is down with feeding his bed friend but is normally scared of other vampires. What happens when another vampire also tries to go after Yamaguchi?

btw none of these are beta’d!! so forgive any spelling/grammar mistakes :)

Yamaguchi was quite familiar with the fables in stories that were read to him at a young age. Fairies and werewolves and vampires. But what he didn’t know was that they actually existed, living in the same neighborhoods and attending the same schools. Apparently, there was a set of rules that kept them from showing their true selves to regular humans. But after years of being shielded from this world, he was finally sat down at his own kitchen table, on his 18th birthday, and told that his mother had been a fairy, something akin to a witch. She had magic powers and could fly, but lived a short life after succumbing to human sickness. But that was so long ago.

And the reason he was told this was because they had hoped their son would be born without the magic from his mother. But alas, he was gifted with the power of sight and low-level magic. Human blood coursed through his veins, thanks to his father. But he could see the fable world and control some things thanks to his mother.

Soon after this talk, after it had finally sunk in, Yamaguchi saw things that he hadn’t before. And it was always at night. Shadows too big to be just dogs, smoke that couldn’t be from a fire, sounds that weren’t human. It was about two weeks after this that Yamaguchi finally caved and while sitting on his friend’s bed, everything came spilling out.

After his rant, Tsukkishima just stared at him, silent. The freckled boy worried that he came off as crazy, and he was about to lose a close friend. But before he could open his mouth to apologize, Tsukki leaned toward him and lowered the collar of his shirt. Two small dots decorated his otherwise clean, white skin. And then it suddenly clicked. His best friend, who he had known since he was young, was apart of the world he had just learned about. How could he have missed this?

So many questions came spilling out, his mouth moving faster than his brain. Tsukki just smiled and chuckled.

“How could you not have known? I never tire or sleep at away matches, and I never made any effort to actually cover the bite.”

“But...you age.”

“Vampires now aren’t like the ones in stories. Over the generations, our kind has evolved to age with the humans we surround ourselves with. Recluses and vampire exclusive communities don’t age, but my family has chosen to live amongst humans.” He explained it like it was common knowledge as if Yamaguchi should have known this already. 

He sat back, leaning into the pillows behind him. Tsukki acted as if this was just a regular conversation, returning to the homework splayed out in front of them. But the boy had one more question.

“Do you...do you drink blood?” The words rushed out of his mouth, and he immediately regretted the question. He didn’t want to know the answer.

But again, his friend took it in stride. “We have to, at least once a week. Preferably every day, but the blood supply isn’t always full. We can eat some human foods, such as red meat. But blood gives us the most nutrients.” He turned to Yamaguchi once more.

“But I’ve never drunk straight from a warm body.”

For the rest of the night and most of the week, those words stuck to Yama. They hung in the air. He watched the other people who hung around his friend in class. He could clearly see that they were also vampires. They didn’t try to hide the bite because normal people could not see them anyway. But Yamaguchi did.

Their third year passed by quickly, Yamaguchi being deemed captain and Tsukki becoming the best middle blocker on the team. The pair grew closer as Yama learned more of the world that had opened up to him and always went to Tsukkishima with any questions. By the time University rolled around, the two were close to inseparable. Nobody knew why.

It had happened at the week-long training camp. The third years spent all their time teaching and training younger players from different schools, spending from the crack of dawn until late at night out of the court. The lot was bone-tired, shuffling to their beds and most of them passing out as soon as their head hit the pillow. Yamaguchi knew Tsukki was going to be spending the night reading up for the maths exams next week. He turned to face him and say goodnight when he noticed the beads of sweat on his forehead and the panicked expression on his face. Not wanting to stir the rest of the team, he reached out to him, whispering his worries. Tsukki motioned to the door and they quickly and quietly got up, heading out.

The taller boy ducked into the first closet he saw and pulled his friend in with him. When the door was locked behind them, he turned to Yama, looking more desperate than ever, the worst he had ever seen him.

“I...I need blood.” He panted. The fact that it had been more than a week since his last fill and they had spent every day working out took a toll on the vampire’s body. Yama knew that his friend wouldn’t last the bus ride home tomorrow without any; he knew what he had to do.

He removed his shirt, gripping it tightly. He tilted his head, exposing tanned, freckled flesh. 

“U-use me.” He mumbled, averting his eyes. Without another word, Tsukki’s instincts overtook him. Fangs became visible and Yamaguchi only got a glimpse of them before they were sunk into his neck. He had expected unbearable pain and burning, but it was nothing like that. When his skin broke, it felt like two small pricks, and instead of a burn, it was warmth; steadily growing warmth. Yamaguchi sighed into the feeling, unconsciously dropping his shirt and clutching to Tsukki’s waist for support. His mind went cloudy, the bite feeling good, pleasurable for him almost. And then it happened. After several minutes of feeling this way, his body betrayed him.

He moaned.

Tsukki pulled his fangs out, wiping away stray blood with the back of his hand. Yama cried out at the loss of warmth. Tsukki’s eyes were clouded, but he wasn’t as far gone as Yamaguchi, who gripped him even tighter than before, leaning in to gain just a little bit of the lost warmth back. He was pushed against the door, his friend ushering him into his shirt and out the door, into the dim hallway. The captain stumbled, still trying to attach himself to Tsukki. Eventually, after almost falling face-first into the floor, Tsukki lifted him easily and carried him back to their beds. 

After that night, Tsukki feeding off of his friend became a common occurrence. Before school, before and after matches, when they were in either’s room, alone. Yamaguchi was Tsukki’s favorite snack and his only. College came and they ended up attending the same university, rooming together as well. The feedings eventually included fevered kisses, desperate and full of need. Yamaguchi blamed it on the feeling that came with every bite, and the two never discussed it outside the feedings. 

That was until Tsukki got caught up in class, which left Yamaguchi to walk to their dorm alone. It was close to ten at night, the sky dark and cloudy, threatening rain. He shivered and pulled his jacket tighter around him. He thought he saw shadows out of the corner of his eye, following him, but chalked it up to wind. But of course, it wasn’t. 

The first vampire came up behind him, wrapping one arm around his neck and placing his other hand on his mouth. The second appeared in front of him from the fog, baring his fangs.

Yama couldn’t cry out, couldn’t scream for help. He was powerless against these supernatural beings. And when the first set of fangs sunk into him, he nearly passed out. 

“So sweet, just like how you smelled. Only better.” The man sucked harder, ripping more skin and bruising the surrounding area. This wasn’t the warmth Tsukki gave him.

Before the attacker could take too much, he was ripped from his neck and thrown to the ground in front of him. The vampire behind Yamaguchi released the boy and tried to run, but a flash of blonde hair stopped him, tossing him into the woods like he was just a baseball. Yama crumpled to the ground, drained. Tsukki picked him up, speaking to him but none of the words made sense. He could feel his blood trickling down his neck, and watched it stain Tsukki’s shirt. His fingers went to the spot and looked up.

“Sorry, Tsukki.” He muttered before closing his eyes and succumbing to the dark.

***

 He woke up in his room, in his own bed. It was still dark outside and the room was quiet. He would have thought he was alone if it wasn’t for the person standing at the side of the bed. And when he shifted, hands went to his face. Worried eyes met his own, scanning his face.

“You scared me, Yamaguchi. I didn’t think you’d come back.” Tsukki engulfed him in his arms, tucking his face into the side of his neck that wasn’t wrapped in gauze. The boy immediately felt relaxed, arms reaching out to return the embrace. They stayed like this for a while, Tsukki eventually climbing into bed with him to make the boy more comfortable. Before sleep could pull him back under, Yamaguchi looked up.

“Tsukki...I-I love you.”

The blond placed a kiss on his forehead.

“I love you too.”

buy me a ko-fi!!

#tsukkiyama #tsukkishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #haikyuu!! #i never used their first names omg what is wrong with me #request

[catassassinwitchery]

BIG ugly Vent

so today I've kinda been processing everything that happened yesterday and I just have to get it out there and move the fuck on or it’ll drag me down. So me and my boyfriend haven’t been dating very long only about 3 and 1/2 months...so very short but I've known him a lot longer. So I’ve been struggling a lot with depression and anxiety lately because my living situation just is super toxic but I can’t fix it. so I just wanted to talk about it with him and tell him i just need some space or to talk it out or whatever. HE asked me if i would be there because he wanted to talk to me and then he ignored me for 3 days which was really fucking rude.HE SAID he would be there and he didn’t show up but a few friends including some mutual friends, one of which is his best friend who we’ll call apple. Well boy oh boy did apple have some shit to tell me. So apple was relying on my boyfriend for a ride home and he didn’t show up so someone texted him asking if he would and he told them no because at his small group/ bible study they had a new version of this board game he liked. okay so i was super mad and sitting next to apple and a friend of mine. I told the friend i was super mad because i just wanted to talk things through with him at least but he couldn’t even show up. and apple interjected saying “Hey I know it’s none of my business but do you want some advice?” i was hesitant but eventually agreed after a moment of silence. He was playing a mobile game as he interjected but put it away immediately which was my first sign shit. was. about. to go down. He asked me my intents with him. I said I just want to talk things out with him. and apple looked at me and said “if i was you i would break up with him immediately, He’s got commitment issues and a lot of other issues. he shouldn’t of sent such strong messages too yo-” he paused “whatever i say you can’t tell him i told you” I nodded and confirmed he went on “when he started talking with you he was talking to three other girls....and to be honest you weren’t his number one but you became his number one and to be even more honest i don’t think he ever really stopped talking to them.” “he’s not mature enough for a relationship and he needs to deal with those issues, he’s a total dick and you don’t deserve any of that.” and then he moved out of the subject. But to think you’re someone special and then be betrayed completely is a knife to the heart.  Now if that wasn’t hard enough i’m about to take you into another level of pain. So I made it home without crying and then just completely broke down but the story doesn’t end there no. He texted me unaware of the knowledge I had gathered. It started easy with a how was skating? but soon he started arguing with me saying its clearly one sided and he was the only one working in the relationship putting in effort and I just lost it. Something to add was he told me the reason he didn’t show up was because he needed more time with god and like i’m sorry but i didn’t know tabletop board games was in relation to god.  I wanted to break up with him in person. I didn’t want to be that person that breaks up over text but i couldn’t take it so i told him i couldn’t do this and then he acted like he was the victim. Like i never cared. I honestly am so fed up with him but what hurts worse is i miss him even though he has prolly has been cheating on me for 3 and 1/2 months and I've been soo overwhelmingly foolish. 

I feel so stupid that i didn’t realize what was going on. I’ve had a really hard past 4 months. Before we started working my mom fell over and fractured her arm and my father got injured at work pulling a leg muscle. That meant everything was on me and He knew that but He clearly didn’t care enough to even attempt to hear me out and let me explain what it’s been like to have an hour a day where you aren’t attending to everyone else or working. that hour is the time i use to shower because of how crazy it is trying to keep a house clean and two injured people sitting and resting, which btw my mom fell out of bed and pulled a few muscles in her arm as well as gaining 4 or 5 new fractures sending her recovery time into the 2020 holiday season. So anyway sorry this was so damn long but I just needed to get it out pardon my grammar and spelling mistakes.

side note for a few weeks I’ve been steadily gaining 0.1 pounds and its small but i wanna fucking die...my parents are leaving for 3 days on Friday so i’m gonna fast through it and have a good time with a book i just bought and some video games and work on myself a bit because I can’t continue on being at this level of depression. Hoping everyone’s Monday was a lot better than mine but I’m honestly really grateful that apple told me what was happening even if it could’ve messed up a few of his friendships.

[lyressia-blog]

hi!

hi, this is my brand new writeblr. you can call me essi or lyre, i’m 19 and a history student. also, i’m spanish, so i’m sorry about any grammar mistakes i may made in the following lines but also in my future posts. 

i like writing fantasy and young adult chicklit. i’ve made a wip and about page, but it’s not really elaborated, i guess i’ll learn eventually to create better stuff for this blog. this is not a sideblog, btw, i wanted this to be separate from my personal tumblr (that i don’t really use that much anymore, tbh).

i made this thing for the sake of motivating myself to write in my free time (which is plenty, since i just moved to a new city and i have no social life whatsoever), and i guess i won’t post much ‘excerpts’ of my work since i write in spanish and i don’t think i’ll be able to translate in a correct way. i do plan to write a few of resources and advice from my experience, aesthetics and wip-related graphics (i’m a noob at photoshop but i do like to use some of the beautiful templates the photoshop community creates) and of course writing rants and stuff about my ocs and wips.

i’m really looking forward to be part of this amazing community and meet some people, so please press the like button or something to find some people to follow! and if you can give my any tip or advice in starting a writeblr i’d be really thankful <3

#writeblr #writeblr intro #new writeblr

[designy88]

He Sean,

I really hope you read this. I’m writing this now since it’s still fresh in my head at the moment. I can’t wait until tomorrow. I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes, btw. I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. I had the best (Thurs)day and evening ever with you, Wiishu, Dan and Arin. I waited with my sister for you at the airport. It took a while but there you were with Wiishu. You were surprised but delighted at the same time. I wanted to say so many things and all I could say was: You must be tired, and rambled on about how long your flight must have been and what not. Everything except for the things I actually wanted to say.

That’s ok. I still had Friday evening and the Q&A. The moment was there. We all could ask questions and I had one at the ready, but every moment Vernon came near I started to feel more and more nervous and my social anxiety kicked in hard. At that moment I asked my sister if she wanted to ask my question. Well... you may remember she didn’t ask a question but said how much you meant and still mean to me. Last year was...rough. You and Mark helped me to stay positive and not lose hope in humanity. You both keep me smiling. 4 Video’s a day I had to look forward too (2 from you, 2 from Mark). This year was finally a year where everything is falling in to place in my life and I sort of know what I want eventually. I’m working hard on it. I’m having such a good time at the moment that I have trouble to find time to watch your videos!  Even now I still don’t know how to put my feelings in to the right words. The trouble I’m now facing is that I get emotional every time someone says it’s ok, “give yourself some credit too” and other uplifting words. I’ve always heard that it’s gonna be hard for me, what I want to do. I shouldn’t be doing this and that. Not by my parents and siblings, though. All the love for them. But it’s really demotivating to pick anything up when other’s don’t see the hard work you put in things and doubt you as a person. Anyway, my sister caught me of guard with her speech. My anxiety was already on a high level and her putting me in the spotlight broke me down. I’m definitely not mad at her. She said the things I couldn’t say and I’m glad she did. I still feel like I want to say more, but I just simply can’t find the words. I just really hope you read this letter and hopefully I’ll see you again. May it be at VidCon Europe (*wink wink*) or at your EU tour of your own show. Again from the bottom of my ♥ ♥ THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EVERYTHING! ♥ Love, Paula @therealjacksepticeye

#jacksepticeye #therealjacksepticeye #game grumps #ready player 3 #ready player three #youtube #tumblr #let's play #sean mcloughlin #wiishu

[fandomfollower13]

The Sons of Hell PT.1

A/N: Hiiiii this is my first story so I’m so sorry on tumblr if it sucks. and sorry for any grammar mistakes. Sorry!

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Charlie Bradbury, Jo Harvelle, Benny Lafitte, John Winchester, (mentioned ) Mary Winchester, Crowley McLeod, Lucifer, Balthazar, Gabriel, Lisa, Rowena, Ellen Harvelle Cain, Ruby (2.0), Meg (2.0),(mentioned)  Jess (characters might be added later on)

Warnings: Mature content, language, use and talk of drugs and Alcohol, weapons, (I WILL be updating warnings as much as I can)

Pairing: Dean x Reader (eventually)   

Summary: Winchester, a name that strikes fear to any who hear it. The Winchesters ran one of the most feared gang in all of New York, The Sons of hell but as every gang must have they of course have enemies, Hell’s Demons being the top one. John Winchester was the boss of Sons of Hell he is ruthless and crude and he wants the next boss of the Son’s just like him and the next boss just so happens to be his eldest son Dean Winchester, A womanizing, badass guy and gorgeous man but he was also rude and sarcastic with so many walls around his heart but will someone from the other side break them? or will they get caught in the crossfire?

Readers point of view

I waited by baggage claim, tapping my foot as I checked my phone for the fifth time, ‘‘come on where is it’‘ I whispered to myself, as soon as the words left my mouth my two black bags came around.

I carefully weaved through the crowds of people trying to reach the doors. I walked out to see a sea of taxis as I was about to climb into a taxi a voice yelled over the loud noise “Ms. McLeod!’‘ my head snapped in the direction of the voice my hand slowly inching to the gun I had snuck through airport security but I quickly stopped when I saw a man standing by a black SUV.

‘‘I’m here to pick you up from orders of your father, Crowley’‘ I smiled at him as he grabbed my bags, ‘‘Thank you’‘ I climbed in the back of the car carefully buckling, ‘‘of course Ms.’‘ ‘‘Y/N, please call me Y/n’‘ I smiled at him once more.

We pulled up to a big mansion that was guarded by fences, dogs and at least 60 men with guns, The McLeod estate, my home. I stepped out of the car looking at the huge white pillars, the white French styled doors, the fountain, nothing has changed.

‘ ’Is that Oh My, Y/N/N’’ A thick accent screamed I looked through the now open doors ‘’Grandmamma!’’ I ran up the steps and was pulled into a tight hug, ‘’Oh its been to long Dearie!’’ she said pulling me towards the main dinning room ‘’ I know and I’m sorry for that mamma. but I did call you every Monday’’ I pointed out as I pulled out one of big red plush chairs smiling at her. ‘’Well that isn’t enough!’’ she sat across from me and started talking about she has changed her outfit ‘at least’ 3 times because she didn’t have enough notice I was coming back.

After she told me basically what I had missed since I saw her last it was in the early afternoon. “Grandma wheres dad?” “Oh hes in the main office sweet”. I smiled silently excusing myself. I climbed ths grand stairwell towards my fathers office. The black double doors were closed and gaurded. Rumbles of voices behind it. I looked too the two gaurds on the sides of the big doors. I timidly reached for the handles to see if they would let me past. As soon as i made sure they would i opened the big doors. All heads in the room snapped towards me and all instincts kicked in to reach for their guns. They all stopped when my father spoke up, “Dearie! Your home. Finally! ” he walked around his desk and gave me a big hug then kissing my cheek. “Ah the favorite returns. I turned my head to she a tall man with long grey hair and beard. Cain. My ‘uncle’ Cain. “Uncle Cain!” I yelled hugging him.

when we pulled away I looked around the room but was quickly pulled into another hug I almost squealed. ‘’Kiddo its been to long!’’ Lucifer said as we parted, ‘’well Luci I just couldn’t look at your face any longer’’ I joked making the room laugh. ‘’Finally someone who understands how hard it is!’’ meg said walking towards me with ruby following her closely and both of them pulling me into a hug. I had known all these people since  I could remember. They all were my family.

‘’ darling I’m so sorry but I have to deal with somethings tonight’’ my father said, I know about what my father is, what he did. so I nodded ‘’ok well is it ok if I take ruby and meg with me too dinner?’’ I saw the girls smile. ‘’well of course darling’’.

Deans Point of view

my hands rested on the thighs of Stephanie’s, Stacy, whatever her name is, ‘’oh! wow I should’ve knocked’’ a shy voice said making me pull away from the dark haired girl. I turned to see Charlie with a hand over her eyes trying to find her way back to the door. ‘’Charlie’’ I called to her, she peaked through her fingers, ‘’sorry dean I just- I needed- I should’ve knocked’’ she rambled, I chuckled the girl behind me sneering, so I turned to her ‘’well Stacy-’’ ‘’its Stella’’  ‘’right Stella thank you for last night, but I think you should go’’ I smirked at her, she huffed and grabbed her stuff running to the door ‘’ You know what you’re a real douche’’

I pulled a shirt over my head ‘’ok Charlie what did you need to tell me?’’ I asked looking at my red headed friend ‘ ‘oh right, I have news on Crowley’’  Crowley, that bastard. I nodded heading to my kitchen Charlie following, ‘’ so I hacked onto airport security cams which btw they have terrible security like come on’’ I looked at Charlie ‘’Oh right. I saw one of Crowley’s goons was picking someone up this morning but with the terrible footage even I couldn’t make the person out’’ she said snatching my cereal ‘’you know I was going to eat that, and why would Crowley want his goons to pick someone up. who is that important for him?’’ I snatched my bowl away from her and flashed her a smile.

‘’Hey! I’m sorry I rushed over to your apartment to tell you this huge news and forgot to eat! and I don’t know, reinforcements, new rich client?’’  she shrugged. ‘’well remember don’t try to find anything out that might put you in danger’’ ‘’aw dean people might actually think you cared’’ she smiled I glared at her and opened the door and pointed ‘’ I wouldn’t say that Charles or I can make your life a living hell’’ and I slammed the door as soon as she stepped out.  

it was late in the night and I was sitting at the roadhouse hearing my dad and bobby fight about someone debts, finally  I had enough  of there stupid back and forth I threw back my shot and slammed it down which quickly got their attention i grabbed my leather jacket and headed towards them.

“How about you two stop your bitching” they gave him a look that killed but dean took a step back and waved his best friend and brother over. “Ill take care of it" I flashed a cocky smirk and grabed his keys and then his gun. We walked into a nightclub lights were flashing, people were making out, dirty dancing, alcohol and drugs were everywhere. Sam and Cas split in different directions but I know exactly where our client was, I weaved through they crowd avoiding many girls grabbing for Me. I reached the VIP section the guard was about to push me back but he quickly stopped himself, I smiled at him ‘’smart choice’’ he started stammering ‘’calm down junior your fine, for now, now move’’  I growled he rushed to move.

I looked around the VIP section, girls were basically having in guys laps and their hands in their pants. Except one table, two men sat at the very back talking, really, can he be more obvious, I smirked as I pulled out my gun and pointed it to the guy on the left, ‘’scram’’ he almost tripped as he ran away, with my gun still out I sat across from the client, they others guys whiskey sat untouched ‘’thanks, I'm  flattered, but I’m confused David you can afford drinks, a new car, VIP pass and yet I still haven’t seen my money’’ I smiled sipping the amber liquid. ‘’I-I just haven’t been able to s-send you they money’’ his hand started shaking with fear. I smirked ‘’Now Dave, I just don’t believe you’’ I cocked my gun and pointed at him taking the last sip of my drink. ‘’N-no please I-I just n-need a little bit m-more time, p-please, I-I made a m-mistake’’ he started begging, I rolled my eyes.

I was about to pull the trigger when he started crying, ‘’ Please, j-just until W-Wednesday  I just want to say goodbye to my w-wife and d-daughter, I might even have your money. Just a couple more days" i waved the gun thinking about “fine dave just till Wednesday, of you stop whining” he quickly grabbed his jacket "thank you thank you" "just dave so you know if you try to run. Ill make your death. Slow. Painful. Unforgivable. " he nodded quickly and ran out. I smirked as sam and cas came in to the lounge looking confused. ‘’well boys the job is done so time for drinks.

a few rounds later

I sat at the private bars waiting for the bartender, as he headed my way I was about to order a drink when a voice cut me off, ‘’Hi, can I have three beers please’’ her voice was soft and sweet and yet she sounded strong catching my attention, ‘’wow, three beers, I'm impressed sweetheart’‘ I leaned against the bar flashing an ‘innocent’ smile. soon I was met with the most dazzling (y/e/c) and a shy smile. ‘’heh do yo flirt with every girl that orders more than one drink’?’’ she questioned carefully pulling a strand of her (H/C) behind her ear, I caught my bottom lip between my teeth chuckling. ‘’ ah only the pretty ones’’ she blushed at that compliment ‘’ hm I bet you just say that’’ she said grabbing the beers the bartender set down she nodded and gave a small smile, thanking him, ‘’well I'm guessing you either came here with people or its been a rough day’’ she giggled ‘’I don't think I should tell you, I barley know your name’’ she said lifting an eyebrow.

‘’ well if you insist sweetheart, its Dean, Dean Winchester’’ and two girls who I thought I wouldn't see tonight appear by her side. What in the hell?

#dean x reader #gangster!dean #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #dean x reader au #reader #dean winchester

[undeadpsycho13]

trapped (nowhere to run)

ahem. so first off, im really sorry for being off tumblr for so long.  really, i apologise.  

also, this is a request from a certain anon, a short fic of jago’s death and how his family reacts.  sorry about the lack of writing from the parents perspective, but i thought it would be a little nicer if it was written from the pov of someone who actually cared.

not that his parents dont care.  they’re just kinda twisted.

(also this took literally five minutes, because i saw the ask and i was like damn i need to write this, but then i had to go eat dinner and the ending got rushed D: unbeta’d, obv, plz let me know if there are any grammar/spelling mistakes)

Azucena never liked Mondays.  

Monday signified a new week.  Monday signified a new cycle of suffering.  Monday signified the start of studying and working and pain and the end of partying and fun and games.  But that wasn’t it, something bad always seemed to happen on Monday.

Today was even worse.  She could feel something wrong in the air, something off, worse than it had been when Jago had left with the Alopay girl.

That had been a Monday too.

But while that day had been suffocating, like a choke-hold, one that the poor girl could feel all the way from her small dingy dorm room in America, this one was even worse, a thick fog in the air like a thousand gun barrels aimed at her head, a miniscule squeeze away from complete and utter death.  Darkness.  Doom.

Something terrible was to happen, she knew it.

They’d always said the Player’s sister had the gift of prophecy, but that was nothing but a myth.

… Or was it?

Something flashed at the edge of her vision.  Something dark and consuming and brutally cold and hot at the same time, though how she could feel the temperature even she herself failed to fathom, but she knew it was bad, very, very bad.  There’s a bang that only she can hear in her mind’s eye, and she swears she sees a flash of blue flickering somewhere amidst the black, and then the vision clears, leaving Azucena disoriented and reeling from the shock.

Realising she had dropped her groceries, the girl hastened to pick them up, then hurried her way down the street to where her room was situated, remembering suddenly that Anya was still waiting for her.

Anya, she thinks, a small smile gracing her lips.  It disappears quickly, when she hears a voice that sounds suspiciously like her mother's ring through her head, It is abominable to like another girl that way, Azucena Tlaloc.  You must proudly carry on our bloodline, like a good girl, and get these tainted thoughts out of your mind, you understand?  

She sighs at her dashed fantasies and walks up the stairway, to the sixth floor, cursing the broken elevator while swinging the large bags as she rounds the corners.

When she finally reaches the worn wooden door, poor thing barely clinging onto its hinges, she raises her hand to knock on the door, only to be interrupted by the sound of her phone, ringing.

“Azucena,” Mother’s sharp voice rings through the speakers, staticy yet frightening all the same, “Your brother is has lost his Endgame.”  Direct, straightforward, emotionless, as if she were telling her to take out the trash.

“What do you mean, Mama?” Azucena asks, clearly uncomprehending.

“I mean he’s dead.  He has failed our line, in the worst way possible, death is a fitting punishment for traitors like him.”  Juliana says, disinterest evident in her voice, as though informing her daughter of this was nothing but a chore, an obligation, but Azucena pays no heed to that, because her mother lost her at dead.

Dead, because there was no way Jago could be dead, it was not possible, Jago promised before he left that he would come back, she had expected him to waltz back into her life after the Endgame, maybe with an addition of a few more scars, but nothing more than a few more scars, nothing more than signs that he had fought, but in her dreams he had always come back alive, whole, unharmed, there was no way he was gone…

The tears don’t come, because she’s still in denial, but she can feel her knees go weak and collapse, the bag full of groceries clattering loudly to the ground.  She doesn’t register any of this, not even when the rough cement scrapes open a wound on her knee that will probably require stitches, not even when she drops the phone onto the ground, her mother still talking, and buries her face into her hands, eyes still dry but starting to feel warm and puffy, not even when the door opens and a stunned Anya is faced with the sight of her roommate on the ground, shoulders heaving, and she rushes over to hug said roommate, asking what’s wrong.

All she can see is the dead look in Jago’s eyes when that British girl–––– Alicia, her name is–––– left, all she can hear is him say with little emotion in his voice, What’s the point in love if it’s going to get taken away, eventually?  What’s the point of life if it’s just going to end, after all the struggling?  He had turned to Azucena, head tilted, eyes vacant, and said, with more emotion than he’d been able to muster in the entirety of the two weeks since Alicia was shot, I can’t do this any more.  Can’t you be Player instead?  Kill me, please, don’t make me live in the hell anymore.

And finally, the tears come for Azucena, crying over the death of her brother, dead and gone, not because he was dead, but because he finally got what he wanted.

He’d found solace, but now Azucena was trapped on the other side.

Without her brother.

ugh, not proud of this, kinda hate it, but at least it gives a little back story on jago and his family.  also, now i can say i haven’t abandoned tumblr.  dont worry, i’ll be back soon.

btw guys, i dont know wut to call this.  the title is smthn i thought of in two seconds, and it doesn’t work v well.  help me come up with a name, plz

#endgame #jago #alicia #jago tlaloc #oc #azucena tlaloc #juliana tlaloc #jalicia #au

[soberrnatural]

Back of the Mind

Pairing: Sam x Reader 

Summary: Sam and Reader graduate from Stanford in less than two months. All seems to be going great for the two of them. Until Y/N hears something coming from the living room whilst the two of them are home alone and together in the bedroom... 

Warnings: fluff, mentions of miscarriage, briefest bit of smut, minimal angst

Words: 6,287

A/N: There is not enough words to explain how sorry I am for not posting the past month. I’m not going to use the excuse that I was disabled for the past month and a half (I’m on crutches, nothing serious!), because that should’ve given me more of an excuse to write more. But honestly, I’ve been procrastinating. I guess writer’s block is in the mix, too. But really, it was just me shying away from writing further. 

Honestly though, I think it’s because this part of the year is when I lost my cousin and then my best friend’s birthday is coming up and normally I’d be planning a massive party for the shittard, but I won’t be able to do that this year or any other year. Kind of sucks but I don’t know, I just feel useless at this very moment. So, I’m sorry. There is really no real excuse for my lack of writing. 

But on a good note; I’m going to start writing a book! Nothing to do with any television series or hot as fuck actors and actresses. I’ve actually decided to fulfil my dream to become an author and write a book. So, I’ll probably be posting less on here and focusing more on that. Another reason why I haven’t been posting as much as I used to. I’m so very sorry, But I promise I’ll try get what was requested posted and fulfil your needs. 

Thank you for being patient with me. Also, I apologise for any grammar or punctuation mistakes. And I’m also sorry if none of this makes sense, I had written the first half of it like weeks ago and then I only just finished the second half today and it’s probably a fucking mess. But yolo. 

I hope you enjoy the last part of the Back of the... Series! I’ve had people ask if they could have a spin-off to have an insight of Dean and Carmen’s little love story. Is that what people want? Because I can totally pull that off for you lovely readers. 

ALSO, any Riverdale fans out there? I decided to check it out and I’m hooked. Am I the only one who ships Jughead and Betty? I SCREAMED WHEN THEY KISSED OMFG! Btw, Jughead is the loml. Does anyone else think Madalaine (Cheryl Blossom) kind of looks like Holland Roden (Lydia from Teen Wolf)? 

MASTERLIST

“Where’s mummy?”

You heard the little voice ask Sam. You couldn’t help but smile and wait for his answer. You were hiding in the kitchen and standing in front of the freezer to soak in the cold air that cooled your hot skin. It was a rather hot day and the air conditioner wasn’t doing much justice. If it weren’t for the four year old boy in your living room, you’d be stark naked and laying underneath the aircon.

“She’s busying saving the world with her superhuman powers. But she’ll be here soon, okay?”

The giggle that left your mouth couldn’t be prevented. Sam had always come up with different ideas to steer the child away from being upset about the absence of his mother. You adored Sam and the way he was with children. No amount of compliments could convince him that he was brilliant with children and that he would be the best father in the world.

“I have the bestest mummy,” Jackson, the little boy, had sighed in contentment.

Closing the freezer door, you walked back out into the living room and smiled at the sight. Jackson and Sam were drawing at the coffee table and crayons had littered the floor around them, as well as countless papers with Jackson’s scribbles on them. You leaned against the doorframe and watched them fight over a blue crayon.

Sam looked up when he felt your eyes on him and a grin plastered his face immediately. He let Jackson have the blue crayon and got up before walking over to you. He bent down to peck your lips quickly before standing behind you and watching the little boy stick his tongue out and draw some more. Sam rested his head on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around you.

“He’s adorable,” he cooed into your ear, “I want one.”

Your cheeks heated at his comment as you turned your head to glance at him. He had the cutest grin adorning his perfect face and you couldn’t help but lean forward and kiss him again.

“Slow down, cowboy,” you giggled, “Let’s finish school first.”

“We graduate in less than two months,” he pointed out as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, “Might as well start trying.”

“I don’t want to look fat in my wedding dress,” you truthfully told him as you looked down at your engagement ring. There wasn’t a day that goes by where you hadn’t looked down at your hand and admired to simple ring on your finger. From the day he got down on one knee nearly a year ago, you were giddy and ready to claim his last name as your own.

But the two of you decided to take it slow and enjoy the excitement of being an engaged couple. The planning was hard work as it is and having a year to plan the wedding worked out great with the two of you and your busy schedules. That didn’t stop either of you second guessing the long wait. There had been a day when Sam wanted to put everything on a halt and get married straight away. You couldn’t blame him, there had always been days when you wanted to just take him to a church and wed him in an instance.

“You will still look absolutely beautiful to me,” Sam pecked under your ear before he reluctantly pulled away and walked back over to Jackson who had ran out of paper to draw on.

Your gaze followed his tall figure as he plonked down beside the blonde boy and helped him pack up the crayons. Little whines came from Jackson, saying he wanted to draw some more, but Sam had told him that we were going to order some pizza for dinner and watch a movie of his choice. That caught Jackson’s attention and he moved in lightning speed to clean up the mess he and Sam had made.

“Stop being so cheesy,” you complained in which made him turn to look at you, but secretly you loved it way too much. Although, he didn’t need to know that his words corrupted a zoo inside of your belly, “You know I’m lactose intolerant.”

“You’re not the only one” he said, referring to himself, with a grin plastered on his gorgeous face, “Maybe that’s why we’re so perfect together.”

“Because needing to use the bathroom at the same time after eating diary makes us perfect together,” you cocked your eyebrow as a chuckle emitted from his mouth with a mumbled “You know what I mean.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at him before turning away and walking back into the kitchen to order the three of you dinner. It hadn’t taken long to call up and order the pizzas and it hadn’t taken long for the pizza to be delivered either. The three of you sat in the living room with a box of pizza on your laps – well, Jackson had a plate with two slices of your pizza – whilst you watched Snow White on the small screen.

Sam thought your attention was on the princess on the screen but it was very much caught by him. He was watching Jackson smile at the screen as he sat on the edge of the couch and pointed at the TV whenever something funny had happened. At one point, Jackson had said that he wished animals liked him enough to clean his bedroom. You giggled at the little boy before turning your attention back to the movie rather than your fiancé who was grinning at the small child.

Watching him interact with Jackson made you upset as you thought back to night you were both reunited. The scare was enough to keep you both wide awake all night as you panicked at the thought of being pregnant during your first year of college. You’d taken the morning after pill and felt relieved knowing there was no chance you’d be pregnant now.

Fate likes playing tricks, though. Four weeks had passed and you were with Carmen when you puked up the meal you had. Obviously, you shrugged it off and thought it was probably food poisoning. But the sickness continued for a week and it hadn’t passed. Carmen had eventually forced you to go to the doctors and that’s when fate decided to mess with your life.

“We found the cause to your constant vomiting,” the doctor had told you, “Congratulations, you’re pregnant, Miss Y/L/N.”

When you had told Sam the news, he was a mix of happy and distraught. Neither of you were ready to raise a child, though that was completely understandable. You were both young and clueless but nonetheless, you both decided to deal with the consequence of not wearing a condom and agreed to keep the growing infant inside of you.

You had just reached sixteen weeks and you had a small bump adorning your stomach. Sam found it was the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed. He couldn’t take his eyes off your stomach as he watched the bump grow bigger with each passing week. You were never sure about your decision on keeping the baby, but after your first ultrasound, you couldn’t help but already feel attached. You had two beating hearts in you and the idea of being a mother had warmed your heart.

When the doctor told you that you were expecting a baby girl, neither of you could hold back the proud cries as you grinned at one another before looking back at the screen that showed your princess. You were having a baby girl and the first thought that had popped into your head was; “I hope she ends up with Sam’s hair.” The giggle that left your mouth caused confusion to embed in Sam’s features as he glanced over at you.

Isn’t it strange? That a thump, a sound, in regular motion within the confines of your body would bring such happiness to your everyday life? Does it not give you a smile? Every experience is shared, all feelings connected, the warmth of a newborn, like the glow of sunlight: precious. But in due time, the sudden loss of the second beating heart, before your princess starts her dance, her first step, the smallest but greatest, would have faded into oblivion. You had drowned in despair at the loss of your loved one. A half-hearted living being, empty at the core. All purposes lost to the wound on your soul as time passes by you. At eighteen weeks, you were carrying a dead infant. Carmen had been there to constantly remind you not to worry, always telling you that your little one will enter the gates amongst a grand parade. The heavens will watch her dance. A standing ovation awaits and she would merrily dance again. Sam would say that God had missed his Angel too much that he wanted her back home. You appreciated their comforting words but it hadn’t made you feel better, you doubt anything would have. Your loss was Heaven's gain and you couldn’t help but feel that God was too greedy, wanting all of the precious souls that walked among this Earth. In your case, the precious soul inside you hadn’t gotten a chance to walk this Earth, and for that, he was greedy.

“Baby,” Sam’s voice snapped you out of your train of thoughts and it was only then you realized that the movie had finished. You furrowed your brows at the credits and wondered how you managed to zone out for the rest of the movie. Feeling Sam squeeze your hand gently, you turned to look at him and gaze into his concern eyes.

You were about to open your mouth to tell him that you were okay, truly, when a knock sounded on the front door. It was then that you noticed the now sleeping boy on Sam’s chest with his thumb in his mouth. A small smile made its way onto your face as you admired the scene in front of you. But another knock sounded on the door and reminded you that it was Jackson’s mother ready to pick her son up.

You stood and pried the sleeping boy from Sam’s arms gently before slowly walking over to the front door and unlocking it. Once you opened the door, you were greeted with a blonde haired woman with strikingly beautiful grey eyes. She quietly cooed at the sight of her child sleeping soundlessly in your arms before stepping forward and taking Jackson into her arms.

“Was he good? I’m sorry if he made a mess,” Emeli whispered as she rubbed Jackson’s back when he begun to stir in his sleep.

“No honey, he was great. Sam and he drew and then we ate some pizza whilst watching a Disney movie, so everything was good!” You assured her as you leaned against the doorframe and folded your arms across your chest.

“Oh, thank the Lord. I’ll transfer the money over to your bank once I get home, okay?” She smiled at you as she waited for your protest.

Emeli was always so persistent that she owed you money for babysitting her child. You had known her since you first started your job at the popular restaurant in town. Even before becoming pregnant, she was persistent with handing you money for simple things like helping her choose an outfit for her date or doing her makeup. But to you, looking after Jackson wasn’t a job so you saw no need for her to pay you. You enjoyed looking after the gracious four years old that you had adored so much. Plus, seeing Sam play with him warmed your heart.

“Keep your money; we don’t need it, sweet pea.” You reminded her, smirking a little when you noticed her stomp her foot lightly. She was such a child for a twenty-four year old and you loved it.

“It’s the least I can do for looking after the devil’s spawn,” Emeli raised an eyebrow as you chuckled at her comment. You shook your head and pleaded that she’d stop calling him the devil’s spawn when in actual fact; her son was a blessing from the greedy man up above.

“He’s God’s Angel, Sam and I adore him. Instead of money, though, you could say yes to coming to my bridal shower,” you wiggled your eyebrows at her and hoped it’d convince her to say yes this time.

No amount of convincing could change Emeli’s mind about coming to your bridal shower. She had been worried about leaving Jackson with somebody else considering she had always come to you when she needed babysitting. You had told her countless times that she could bring him along and let him enjoy the attention of the countless women that were going. But she’d always glare at you and say “I’m not allowing my son to be around drunken women.”

“Fine! It’s a deal, babe. I’ll catch you around!” She gave in and let out an exaggerated sigh before she leant forward and hugged you softly. She turned around and walked across the road to her house. You watched to make sure she made it safely before closing the door and locking it behind you. You didn’t get the chance to turn around before you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and pull you flush against his torso. You let out a squeal of surprise as he lifted you off the ground and spun you around.

“We’re alone, at last!” Sam shouted before he placed you back on your feet again. Your hands gripped his arms as you turned your head to the side to look up at the handsome man you were lucky to call your fiancé.

“Selfish bugger,” you giggled as started to pull him towards the bedroom.

His arms tightened around your waist as he tried to pull even closer to his body before leaning down and kissing your lips gently. You brought a hand up to cup the back of his head as you kissed him back. A satisfied hum left his lips as your fingers tugged softly at his chestnut locks.

“I’m sorry, but I just really love you,” he murmured against your mouth and you felt him smile before pecking your lips again.

“It’s okay, I happen to really love you, too,” you spoke between kisses before he pulled away with a large grin on his face. It almost made you question his antics, but you knew better. He was in a playful mood and that usually meant he was going to attempt to outlast his stamina.

“You better,” he teased before tucking face into the crook of your neck and biting down softly on the skin as he hands begun to roam your sides. You wanted to move out of reach from his hands knowing that he was about to tickle you but you wanted to remain in his arms with his lips on your neck. Life was just so complicated when you were engaged to the younger Winchester.

“Sam!” You yelped as his fingers dug into your sides, making you squirm but his grip held you tight against him. His warm breath brushed against your neck as he chuckled, absentmindedly leading you towards the bedroom. Your laugh filled the silent house as he continued to tickle your sides before he managed to press you up against the back of the bedroom door.

And soon enough, your laughs were morphed into moans as he ravished you for hours. This time, you hadn’t needed to worry about wearing a condom as you were now on the pill. In the back of the mind, you knew that the pill wasn’t a hundred percent trustworthy, but you wanted the pill to fail you both so you could begin to make a family with the man on top of you.

His kind words reminded you that you’d look beautiful no matter what. He assured you constantly that he wouldn’t mind having you walk down the aisle with a massive belly only to meet him at the end. He told you that it’d be like vowing to the both of you that he’ll love you for the rest of his life and that he’ll never leave you. Of course, his theory would always rethink your decisions about pushing the family making further away. It didn’t sound so bad, after all.

So, here the two of you were, making love between the sheets with mouth-made marks and scratches from sharp fingernails. You could feel him fill every inch of you, making your walls clasp tightly around his long, thick shaft. It hadn’t matter what position you’d been in or the limited time you had or even the countless orgasms you already had, he had always managed to bring you to your climax within a record time. The words he spoke were enough to have you screaming his name at the top of your lungs and cling tightly to him as your body trembled with pleasure. Multiple rounds later and stolen breathless kisses, you’d both laid in bed bare for the world to see. Your chests were rising unevenly from your ragged breaths and your hearts were beating far too fast.

Neither of you seemed to care as you basked in the other’s satisfaction. You were lazily wrapped around Sam’s sweaty body as his hand absentmindedly drew patterns into your bare back. You felt far too weak to move and were glad that it was nightfall so there’d be no interruptions as you close your eyes and wait for slumber to reel you in.

But there had been an interruption that caused you to snap your eyes open and jolt your body up. Something had been knocked over in living room and you knew Sam had heard it too as he slowly sat up and peered over at you. Fear was written in his features as he listened to the intruder walk around the house.

“I think we’re being robbed,” you whispered to him, although something in the back of your mind kept telling you that it wasn’t someone robbing us, but much rather a something trying to get revenge.

“Yeah,” he frowned, “Stay here. I’ll go check it out.”

You wanted to protest and tell him to get back into bed. Whether it was because you didn’t want him to get harmed or you hadn’t wanted to be left alone in the bedroom for an unarticulated reason. You wanted to scream out to him when he opened the door and walked out unarmed. You wanted to run out and save him from any possible danger out there.

Sitting on the bed quietly, you listen for anything to give away the trouble that Sam was walking into. But you were greeted with silence and even after minutes had passed, there was nothing to assured you Sam was okay. Quickly, you got up and threw on a shirt and your underwear before you silently walked out of the room and kept your back pressed against the wall.

It was only when you got closer to the living room did you hear hushed voices talking to each other. You knew one of them belonged to your fiancé but the other remained a mystery. They didn’t seem to be arguing but it wasn’t a polite conversation either. You had heard Sam interrogating the mystery man, asking what he was doing in his house. The man only replied that he needed to see Sam, that it was an emergency.

“Sam?” It was then that you chose to call out your lover’s name and step out from the dark. Sam looked over the man’s shoulder and over to you with a soft smile on his face at the sight of you. The mystery man turned around, making you narrow your eyes at him, trying to find recognition in the familiar figure. And then it hit you.

“Dean!”

A smile warped your face as you ran over and pulled him into a tight embrace. You hadn’t seen him since you were sixteen and it saddened you that Sam hadn’t spoken of him since the two of you had gotten together. He seemed hesitant at first before wrapping his arms around your waist and placing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head.

“I can’t believe it’s you, Y/N,” Dean muttered as he pulled back and glanced over your body, clearly noting that you were only wearing Sam’s shirt and smirked at the thought of his brother getting some action.

“Yeah, I found her,” Sam mumbled more to himself than to his brother. But Dean had heard him as he pulled back and turned to look at his younger brother again with a frown imprinted in his facial features.

“How come you never told me?”

“We barely spoke and I didn’t want to distract you from work,” Sam muttered and you were about to question him but a pounding on the front door distracted you from doing so. Dean stood silent as he watched the door; Sam was peeping through the living room window and noticed the same car that gets parked there basically every day. He begun to converse with Dean again, already knowing who was pounding at the door.

“Y/N! Open this fucking door!” You heard from behind the door and it made you want to whine at everyone for interrupting your alone time with your fiancé. Maybe you could ignore her and pretend you weren’t here and then maybe she’d storm away, but that idea ceased to exist when she yelled again, “I can hear Sam talking to you and the lights are on!”

“What is this? A reunion party?” You muttered to yourself as you trudged over to the entrance and opened the door for your annoying best friend. The brunette woman pushed right past you with her hand in her hair and a frantic look on her face. Immediately, you knew something was wrong if she was stressing out easily. Normally, she was chilled back and relaxed.

She paced back and forth, her fingers clasping her dark brown locks as she tugged at them frustratingly. She was stammering and it was obvious that she hadn’t known where to begin. Her face paled and she stood still as she must’ve just thought of the worst outcome of what was troubling her.

“Carmen, what’s wrong?” You closed the door again and walked over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. She tensed under your touch before relaxing. But then she remembered why she was here and her body tensed up again.

“There’s an emergency,” she puffed out as her hands fell to her sides after I pried them away from tugging her own hair further more. My brows furrowed as I took in her statement and she was about to open her mouth before she got interrupted–

“Carmen?”

Carmen’s head turned in the direction from where the voice came from and almost instantly her body relaxed again. She let out breath, one that she seemed to have been holding in, before she walked over to the man wearing the same worn out jacket he wore when she first met him.

“No fucking way,” she said, “Dean?”

Her hands reached out to touch his face as if she hadn’t believed that he was actually in front of her in that current moment. Dean’s head slightly leaned into her touch and it hadn’t gone unnoticed by either you or Sam. The two of you remained silent as watch the scene unfold in front of you. By then, you had absentmindedly walked over to stand beside your fiancé as you watched your best friend’s eyes well with tears.

“Fuck me,” Dean whispered and coughed to cover the crack in his tone, “You haven’t changed a single bit.”

“You’re still a hot mess,” her hand fell to her side as she smirked up at him and stood up straighter.

The pain that ghosted behind her eyes was immediately replaced with joy. You had known how sad she had become since she found out that you came across Sam. Carmen had admitted that she had envied you but told you that she was glad that you were happy. Right now, she was standing right in front of her happiness and you couldn’t have been any gladder with her choice of timing.

“Ehem,” Sam coughed, “Why are you two here?”

You elbowed his side and narrowed your eyes in his direction, silently cursing him for destroying their bittersweet reunion. He winced and rubbed his side as he glared at you, his eyes telling you that he wanted them gone. You begged with pleading eyes to keep watching them rekindle their love, but he simply shook his head before turning back to the two in front of us. With a huff of annoyance, you turned your gaze back to Carmen and Dean and noticed that they had witnessed the two of you telepathically yelling at each other.

“Well I’m here to tell Y/N important news,” Carmen finally spoke up after an awkward minute of silence passed you all by.

“And I’m here to tell you important news,” Dean told Sam, gaining a questioning glance from his long lost love beside him.

“Okay, so tell us,” Sam prodded, only receiving an eye roll from you at his impatience.

Carmen’s eyes flickered from Sam to Dean before landing on you. Dean’s gaze happened to flicker from you to Carmen before landing on his younger brother and it was obvious that what the two of them didn’t want to share what they wanted to say openly. Panic lit up behind Carmen’s eyes as she stared at you. Sam’s foot irritatingly tapped on the floor and you knew it was a sign of annoyance.

“Dad’s on a hunting trip and he hasn’t been home in a few days,” Carmen and Dean spoke once they noticed Sam’s impatient glare. All four pair of eyes widened in that moment.

“You guys are hunters?” Dean choked out as he stared at the two of you ladies in disbelief.

Sam remained silent and watched the commotion. You couldn’t meet his gaze because you knew that behind those hazel would lay multiple emotions; betrayal, disbelief and hurt. You hadn’t shared with him a large amount of your life but neither had he. You knew why he hadn’t told you, they were the same reasons as your own. You didn’t want to drag him into a dangerous life. But now you know; he was always in the same dangerous life you were in.

“This explains what he meant,” you mumbled to yourself as you begun to distant yourself from your fiancé. You balled your fists tightly as the thought of their father harming your own flooded your mind. You remembered your father talking about another hunter who left him to nearly die on a hunt but Belle, Carmen’s mother, had came across him just in time.

“What who meant?” Dean spoke up as he studied your actions.

“Your fucking dad,” you wanted it to come out as a growl, but it came out as a mere whimper. You couldn’t bear the thought of losing your father, too. If that son of a bitch got a hold of your father, you’d make his death a slow and painful one. Even if that meant losing the two brothers in the process.

“Excuse me?” Dean growled and stepped forward but Carmen grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

“That night when you first took me to Bobby’s,” you turned to Sam who had remained silent the entire time, “When your dad took me outside to talk. He mentioned that he knew my father and that if I didn’t stay away from you then there would be consequences. I didn’t think much of it.”

“He said that to you and you never told me this?” Sam frowned and stepped closer to you. You didn’t bother moving away from him, you wanted him to hold you. After all, you weren’t mad him, but much rather his father.

“First of all, how was I meant to tell you without you questioning why he said that? Secondly, I didn’t want you worrying. I simply just wanted to be with you and live a normal life,” you whispered to him as he pulled you against him, wrapping his arms tightly around you.

And it was sincere – all that you said. There had not been a day that had gone by without you questioning if you should tell your teenaged lover the truth about your life. Though, the guilt that you felt when he left without knowing your true identity soon subsided and you believed that leaving him in the dark was for the best. Having someone know about a huntress’s lifestyle was perilous. Being exposed in this lifestyle made you a target – it made everyone you knew a weakness to your system, it made them a target.

From the moment Sam walked into your life, you knew from that moment that you were going to shelter him from your dark storyline. You weren’t going to expose him to the monsters that lurked beyond the shadows. You weren’t going to risk losing him to a creature that was better off dead. So, you kept it hidden. You vowed you’d never tell him the truth.

But here you were now with the truth spilled on the floor in an impure mess of disbelief, hurt and tragedy. Everything that you kept locked away for many years was leaking out of your pores and there was no point in closing them back in. The love of your life had just revealed that he lived in the same lifestyle and you were going to be honest with him one hundred percent from now on.

“What about you Carmen?” Dean asked, breaking you from your train of thought.

“My mother hunted alongside her father and we met when my mother dropped me off at her place,” the brunette woman answered the emerald eyed man with a stern voice and straightened her posture; the action warning you that she was trying to close up the hurt she felt.

“You told me you met her through tutoring her,” Dean frowned at the thought of the woman he loved lying to him.

But you knew from the look on his face that he couldn’t blame her for doing so; he, too, lied to the love of his life. That seemed to be the main problem in the hunting life; heck, in your opinion, the biggest problem you’ll come across is unfolding the untold truths from those involved in your life. Hopefully though, from now on, neither of you will see the need to lie to the other. It’d make life simpler.

“That wasn’t technically a lie,” she replied with pursed lips, “That same night she was studying and she was struggling in a subject and so I helped her.”

“Hold up, why did you say dad? You two aren’t sisters?” Sam pulled back, but still left one arm wrapped around you as he held you to his side. You looked up at him and took him his puzzled gaze, you couldn’t help but giggle. He looked adorable when he was confused.

“No, but her father acted like more of a father than my biological father ever did,” Carmen answered him, making you look over at her and smile softly. Her body was still rigid and you knew her too well to know that she was about to shut down if we kept talking about things that made her feel like breaking down.

You noticed Dean looking at her with pain written in his features and you wanted nothing more than to scream at him to pull her into his embrace. But he remained glued to his place, being sure to keep a safe distance between the two of them. His gaze met yours for a second and you silently screamed for him to change the topic before the inevitable break down that your best friend will have.  

“Wait, so why did you live with your grandparents?” He asked, diverting the conversation away from Carmen, not before glancing in her direction again.

“Because my father was always away hunting,” you answered him and leaned into Sam’s side. His hand tightened on your hip and you were grateful for the action, for you knew what direction this conversation was about to head in.

“What about your mother? Didn’t you live with her?”

The question was a simple one but the answer was most difficult to reply with. You could lie like you did with many others and say that your mother left you when you were younger and spare yourself the heartache. But all the truths you had kept bottled up for your whole life had already piled up on the floor beneath you; there wasn’t any point in lying anymore.

“She died when I was five months old,” you choked out, your sight becoming blurred from the unshed tears in your eyes, “Carmen’s mother died the same way a year after you two left.”

“How did they die, if you don’t mind me asking?” Dean asked you both and you looked over to Carmen to see that she was already looking at you. She raised her eyebrow to ask for permission to give out the truth behind our mother’s absent presence.

“Burned on the ceiling,” Carmen seethed, “By that stupid fucking Azazel prick.”

Sam’s arm loosened around you as he stood up straighter and looked over at Dean. The two had locked gazes and it hadn’t gone unnoticed by either you or Carmen. She eyed them curiously as you looked up at your fiancé. His gaze dropped from his older brother’s to yours and you knew that whatever the two were telepathically conversing about was indeed about the yellow eyed demon.

“This guy didn’t happen to have yellow eyes, did he?” Sam asked the two of you ladies, but his eyes remained on your face. In any other situation, your cheeks would’ve heated up by now due to the intense look on his face. But instead, you frowned and studied his features to try figure out how he had known that.

“How did you know?” Carmen asked the question you were thinking of.

God bless her for being so nosy, you thought.

“He killed our mother when Sammy was six months old.”

The silence that remained after Dean’s statement was suffocating. Carmen had sucked in a breath at her train of thought and was staring at the emerald eyed man with questioning eyes. He noticed this and clearly understood her silent query as he nodded softly in her direction. Within a second, she wrapped her arms around him tightly as she whispered incoherent things into his ear. You

You looked away from them and up at your fiancé again who was studying the scene in front of him. He must’ve felt you staring at him as he turned to look at you. You, too, had wrapped your arms around the love of your life and squeeze every ounce of love you could give into the embrace. His pressed a kiss to your forehead and mumbled that he was sorry about your mother just as you did the same.

Neither of you needed to apologize, though. What was there to apologize for? Things happen for a reason and you’d never question Fate’s choices, but the reason behind your mother’s death would always remain a mystery. You’d just hope you won’t die trying to figure it out.

“So, dad’s missing,” Carmen interjected after a couple of minute’s silence. She wiped her cheeks and pulled away from Dean who gave her a weak smile. Though, you hadn’t pulled away from Sam’s embrace, you decided to stay in the warmth of his arms.

“So is our father,” Sam rested his head on top of your own as he relaxed under your fingertips drawing patterns on his back. Your ear was pressed to his chest and you could hear the beat of his heart fasten. You couldn’t suppress the giggle that left your mouth, which in return gained a confused glance from Dean and an eyebrow waggle from Carmen. Sam’s chest vibrated from the soft chuckle that emitted from his mouth, knowing why you were giggling.

“So, what do we do?” You coughed to ease the awkwardness.

You wanted nothing more than to pull away from Sam and punch Dean in the arm when you caught him rolling his eyes at you. Well, in your defense, there are many other options to choose from in this situation so the question was well needed. But Dean had clearly thought that you must’ve been stupid from the lame question you had asked.

“We go look for them both and haul their asses out of the crap they’re in.”

The moment Dean opened his mouth; you knew immediately what he was going to say. If it weren’t for the fact that your father was missing, you would’ve declined and stay behind to finish school. But this wasn’t just your father missing; it was also your fiancé’s father who had dropped off the face of the earth. You weren’t just going to sit back and let them do the work, you were going to drop the opportunity to live a normal life and go and find your father.  Plus, it’s a bonus that you were going to be crisscrossing the country with three of your favourite people.

Looks like we’re going on a road trip, you inwardly yelled in glee.

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My experience making a game for YouTubers (and failing)

Back in 2015, before the matrix fully glitched, I decided, as a completely inexperienced game developer youngin, to make a game for a YouTube Channel in cooperation with said YouTube channel. I’m not going to name the channel, but I will say it was for a podcast that is fairly large (over 100k subs) and the main YouTuber in said podcast is over a million subs.

I initially contacted them with an email, talking about my idea. After a month, when I had lost hope that they were interested and then they got back to me. They liked the idea of having a video game based on their podcast and the “characters” (guest) that are part of the show. Soon I was making a call negotiating a deal and talking about how the game should be. It was great fun. Exciting. I hadn’t felt so happy in years. And then immediately the excitement turned to fear and anxiety. It’s one thing to have the prospect of working with a YouTube channel, and then it’s another thing to actually have the knowledge that you need to create a full, complete game when you have never done that before. This sorted faded eventually, when me and the artist (my older brother) got used to just working on the game. This was something we did now.

So onto the actual making of the game. It was made in Unity, the most awesomest of engines (for me at least :). Our inexperience didn’t really show at first. I had made very nice platformer systems (it was an action platformer btw) and my brother had made some cool looking art, that was probably striking compared to what the podcast probably expected (pixel art). (goddamn I use parenthesis to much). I didn’t even know this until way later, but at some point they quietly announced the game at the end of a show and mentioned the stage they saw in development. But months into development, things turned south. We didn’t do this full time. So development was becoming slow, we weren’t working on it everyday. In the periods that we were it felt even slower, because the task was more monumental than we bargained for. Every game developer knows projects take longer than expected to complete. Probably even most inexperienced game developers know this. But inexperienced game developers still try anyway.

We didn’t have a GDD beforehand. We had written some things out, but not in detail. The main problem was the gameplay wasn’t fun. We had developed all the basic mechanics for over a year but the mechanics did nothing fun, nothing original, and just felt boring. You shot some projectiles forward and dodged difficult obstacles. Near the end I tried and tried to make it fun, but when you’ve already built up the game it’s hard to. Being a programmer making small games you have the ability to tweak really fast and make changes. But being a programmer != designer and if you’re going to make a large game you NEEEEEED to put just as much work into gameplay design and planning as the programming and art.

Me and my brother struggled to work together as well at the times when it got most difficult. We never spent anytime in the same room, which I think was more necessary.

Moral of the story, we built a lot of the game, the game wasn’t good, at this point the time wasn’t worth potential profit either, so we eventually just kind of stopped. The YouTuber texted me how the game was going at one point and I just sort of said it’s going but you know life. Haven’t talked about it since, but It’s been so long I assume they assume it’s not worked out. Will this experience be a learning experience or a colossal waste of time do to mismanagement and inexperience that I could have spent developing my skills? Only time will tell. I took an opportunity and went for it though. That is something i’ll always be proud of. And this was when I was 16 and 17.

Sorry for any grammar mistakes, i’m tired af.

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POKEMON SUN AND MOON

WARNING: I AM NOT A PROFESSIONAL GAME REVIEWER, GAME CRITIC, OR WRITER. The following is just purely my opinion and reaction to the game. Also, ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. So, yeah, I’m sure there will be a grammar mistake somewhere there. Please don’t be a grammar nazi. Lastly, THIS WILL NOT BE AN ENTIRELY SERIOUS REVIEW. Yay. *insert cute puppy face*

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING. The games I am reviewing belong to their respective owner(s). I DON’T GAIN ANY PROFIT FROM THIS, EITHER.

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Being the latest Pokemon game Nintendo released – Pokemon Sun and Moon introduces us to the seventh generation of Pokemon, dragging along brand new creatures and adventures with it. It was released worldwide on November 18, 2016. 81 new Pokemon was in the game, along with 18 variants of the previous Pokemon, known as the Alolan forms.

The first time i saw the three starters, I fell in love with Rowlet. seriously, it’s a freaking ball of fluff - who wouldn’t want it?

I was ecstatic when the new game was announced – which is the norm for me every time Nintendo does it. But why wouldn’t I? Pokemon has been a part of my life ever since I was a little kid, and has stayed with me ever since. Playing and finishing Pokemon games have always been a big achievement to me – the happiness and triumph I felt is similar to passing my periodical examination, or even finishing a grade.

Back to the game though, I was jumping with joy when Pokemon Sun and Moon was announced. I then made a split decision to stop waiting for further announcements, since I don’t want to spoil myself; thus, making my gameplay of Pokemon Moon the first gameplay I went in completely blind. (well, except for the knowledge of the Alolan Forms, most especially Alolan Exeggutor, who was basically a meme of the game).

It was my first time pre-ordering anything, so I guess I was pretty excited

SETTING: The Region of Alola

Alola region is beautiful. The tropical look makes it unique with the other games, and makes me feel at home since it’s so similar to my own country.  I especially love how there are different cultures in different islands, which you could see with the designs of the city. I especially love Konikoni City and Malie City’s Chinatown and Japan-inspired design (respectively). It’s just so different from the expected tropical, Hawaii look that I actually felt culture-shocked when I first entered these cities, but at the same time, awed by the beauty of the architectures.

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CHARACTERS:

The Regional Professor, Kukui

Probably the most laid-back Professor I have seen. He’s funny, and cool. He’s especially cooler when he turned serious on the Champion battle – which I totally expected, you know, ever since it was hinted in the game that he was a great Trainer in the Kanto region.

The Rival, Hau

Hau is a complete cinnamon roll. He’s my baby boy. He’s so sweet, and earnest, and – oh I would spend a whole hour talking about how cute he is. I don’t feel a bit of irritation whenever I encounter him since he’s such a sweet kid. Though a bit too easy-going considering the serious, dark tune of the plot, but hey, at least he’s learning, right?

Lily (g o i n t h e b a g, n e b b y)

Oh, I love this girl. When I first seen her in the Mahalo Trail, I thought she was like N. I mean, plot-wise she is, being the rebelling daughter of the main antagonist, but what I meant was her attitude. Mysterious and slightly antagonistic. But what I got was an innocent young girl – who eventually turned into a beautiful, strong young woman as a close friend. And her character development, Arceus, wow.

(Also, the fact that she (along with her best friend nebby) brought a brand new meme in the internet is glorious. I spent an hour or so just watching all those videos in youtube.  I don’t regret it one bit)

(Also called the fact that she’s Lusamine daughter, fyi. Those blonde locks are beautiful)

Silver 2.0, Gladion

So about this charact – OW! What poked me – oh, it’s just Gladion with his edginess *is shot*

Jokes aside though, I really like Gladion (i love everything about this game actually lol). He’s so… dark, and emo that I found him really funny. Other than that though, he’s really cool during the climax of the plot. And he’s totally protective of his lil sis Lily.

(wake me up, wake me up inside)

(i totally ship him with the player character shhhh)

The Antagonists, Team Skull and Aether Foundation

I totally called Team Skull not being the main antagonist group in the game. I mean, to me they’re too… direct? Too obvious? I have trust in Game Freak to not make such a straightforward villain team, since they’re normally the place holders of the plot. Not that I don’t like Team Skull, or anything, I swear. They have their positives too. Like being badass in their own way.

It’s very obvious that Aether Foundation will be a villain group. I mean, it’s right there in the beginning! Totally cool headquarters though, would really fit in Soul Society *is shot*

Main Boss, Lusamine

S h e’s a w e s o m e.

First of all, she’s the first the first female main villain boss. Second, she’s a yandere. But not just an ordinary yandere, but a yandere mom. Oh my Arceus. And then, that transformation of hers… it’s totally like she’s a mahou shoujo arc villain, which is really cool!

look at this excited little kid finishing her pokemon moon adventure

The Plot

Nintendo makes the best family problems stories. There’s Silver and Giovanni (my headcanon, after reading Pokemon Special manga, is that game!Giovanni also created Team Rocket for Silver’s sake, similar to manga!Giovanni) from Gold, Silver, Crystal, Heartgold and Soulsilver,  and then N and Ghetsis from Black, White, and their respective sequels (which is my favorite generation ever, I just love the plot, oma)

They did wonderful in this game too, featuring Lusamine, Lily and Gladion. Lily wants to overcome her mother’s shadow that is always over her, but she still loves her mother enough that she’s willing to do anything to heal her. I see Gladion is the same as Lily, but during the game, he already did that by leaving home.

On to another topic; the island trials… I love that it deviates from the original gym challenges. My favorite trial was the one with Acerola, the Mimikyu one (after I got over the fright it gave me after that Mimikyu jumpscare – I play at night and is easily scared damn it!)

The aftergame… I didn’t get the chance to play it – since my brother is excited in playing the game himself (he only borrows 3DS games from me since he doesn’t want to spend money in buying it himself, that jerk). I watched some post game videos though, and my Arceus – they really brought Red and Green back! *pterodactyl screech*

Final Remarks

Go play it. Go. Go. It’s good, it’s great, it’s awesome. Nintendo really did great in this one, and I have high hopes for the next game (which I hope isn’t exclusive for Nintendo Switch, my savings are already crying thank you very much). Maybe a direct sequel like Pokemon Stars, or a SInnoh remake? Please?

 FINAL NOTES: I’M SORRY IF I MISSED ANYTHING. What I wrote here are the things that really stood out to me. My aim is not to review everything about the game, but to write what I remember the most and what my reaction to it. If I did react to the whole game, it would take about 20 pages or so in MS word. (This is 3 pages, btw)