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moon-rivr · 6 months

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(i decided to mix these two together so i hope the individual anons don’t mind 😓)

el cocinero

pairing: miguel o’hara x fem reader

warnings: reader’s white (miguel calls her guera), oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, smut 🥸

author’s note: honestly had a lot of fun writing this one so i hope you all enjoy <3

word count: 4.3K

You had the pleasure of meeting your boss, Miguel O'Hara, two weeks after you had joined the Spider Society on the day before Christmas. You had gotten up in the middle of the night after watching a recipe to make flan on your phone, wanting to try it out as soon as possible since your mouth couldn't help but water the more you thought about making it. Your footsteps echoed through the empty halls, given that most of the other spiders had gone to their respective universes to spend time with their family, and you headed towards the kitchen. You put on a apron and gave yourself a little pep talk that you wouldn't end up burning the kitchen down as you started collecting the items from the recipe.

You propped your phone up against the microwave and turned on the volume, assured by the fact that the chances of someone walking in were close to zero. You washed your hands and preheated the oven, listening to the woman explaining the steps in spanish. As you opened up the bag of sugar, a huge cloud puffed up and coated your face white, giving you a bad start already. You wiped away some of the sugar and started mixing the custard, feeling pretty good about your chances. However, after a little while you started to lose track of what the woman was saying, and you started to get upset that you didn't have the same results she did.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard the smoke alarm blaring in the kitchen, reminding you that you had left the oven on. You quickly rushed to turn it off, coughing as you waved off a huge cloud of smoke. You sat down in front of the sink, trying to think about where you went wrong in your recipe before you discarded away the custard. You let the video continue playing, almost like a form of punishing yourself for getting the recipe wrong as the woman continued to explain how to get the perfect texture. You put your head in your hands, tears rolling down your cheeks as you thought about how stupid you were to think that you could do this.

Your head shot up when you heard the cafeteria door open, surprised to hear someone else up at this time. "Shock, it smells horrible in here," a male voice muttered and you quickly wiped away your tears to make out the figure criticizing your cooking. A tall man you didn't recognize walked in wearing a white tee and plaid sleeping pants, rubbing his eyes as he took the scene in front of him. "What were you trying to make?" he asked, looking over at your discarded custard in the sink as his nose scrunched from the remnants of the smoke. "Flan.."

"Ay, guera. ¿Porque haces esto si ni entiendes lo que esta diciendo?" He remarked, his eyes shifting over to the tutorial of the woman. (why do you do this if you don’t even know what she’s saying?) You wanted to tell him that you didn't fail because of your lack of understanding about the language, but rather because you just sucked in the kitchen. But you decided to keep your mouth quiet and nod along, not wanting to give away your cards just yet. "Alright, given the fact that it's Christmas, I'll help you out and whatnot. Only if you promise never to try this atrocity in my kitchen again," he offered, turning around to look at you. "Your kitchen?" You asked, a brow raised as you took in the man's appearance.

"Miguel O’Hara. Though I shouldn't need to tell you who I am since I'm the leader here. Nice to meet you though," he clarified, extending his hand out. Your eyes widened as you started piecing it together, but what you didn't understand why this 'cold' and 'unapproachable' man was offering to help you with something so stupid. You shook his hand and told him your name, his eyes lighting up in recognition. "Jessica recruited you, right? I meant to introduce myself earlier but I got busy, you know how it is. Is everything up to your liking so far?" He responds, though his tone sounded like he could care less if you were actually finding things okay here. "It's been good so far, everyone's really nice."

When he offered to help, you were expecting him to have a little more patience with teaching you. "That's not how you break the damn egg! You'll end up making a mess. A ver, let me do it," he grumbled after watching you struggle with an egg for the past two minutes. You scooted over and allowed for him to take the egg, the small thing almost disappearing in his hands. Despite all that, he seemed to handle the egg with some expert level of delicacy as he cracked it, pouring the yolk into the custard mix. Despite the woman talking in the background, the way he whispered to himself and mixed things made you believe that it was from memory.

The rest of the cooking session was spent in silence, though Miguel seemed to slow down his movements just so you'd see what was happening. You were a bit confused when you noticed him adding vanilla which wasn't in the recipe, your brows furrowing a bit as you leaned over the mixing bowl. "That wasn't in the recipe," you murmured, looking back over to the woman to confirm. "You're seriously gonna listen to the recipe over me? I mean, you don't even understand what she's saying," he responds, letting out an amused chuckle as he starts stirring the mix together. You felt yourself growing more and more annoyed at his assumption that you didn't understand anything that the woman was saying but you pursed your lips and simply watched him. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. It just tastes better with the vanilla, trust me."

"Where'd you learn how to make this?" You asked curiously as his movements stopped and his shoulder tensed up. It was quiet for a moment, he looked like he was going through some stuff in his head before he cleared his throat. "It was my daughter's favorite pastry so I put my pride aside and asked my mom for the recipe," he responded hesitantly, like it pained him to talk about it. You figured he probably had some trauma stemming from his family issues so you decided to ask what you deemed safe. "Was? Did she move on to tres leches or something?" You pondered, his nose flaring as he started back up with his mixing. "I'm just here so you won't burn down the building, not here to be your friend."

You only spoke up once more after that and that was to thank him for the piece of flan as you sat down at one of the cafeteria tables. You'd expected it for it to be good with the way he dedicated himself into making it, but you weren't expecting for the flavors to melt in your tongue as soon as you took a bite. You'd had store bought flan before but they would never compare again to what Miguel had made, it wasn't too wet but it wasn't too dry either. Miguel finished up with cleaning up the kitchen and wiping away the surfaces before leaving, not bothering to give you a second glance. You were confused as to why he didn't bother having a slice of what he made but you didn't dwell too much on it and continued to eat the flan.

You were convinced that you'd ruined the possibility of developing a friendship with your boss, so you kept your head down and stuck beside Jessica in the missions during the following week. You were surprised to hear your watch buzz at the same time as last week, a message from Miguel calling you over to kitchen. You were reluctant to go since you felt like you'd touched on something painful to him, but you pushed those thoughts aside and headed to the cafeteria. You walked in to see that Miguel was preparing the kitchen and humming along to the cumbia playing on his phone. You tapped on his shoulder and he visibly startled, his shoulders tensing up before he turned around to look at you. "Sorry, I thought you would've sensed me coming in," you told him as his shoulders relax a bit at the realization that it was just you.

You were in the middle of putting on your apron when Miguel walked behind you, tying the strings together. How'd he managed to do that with his big ass hands baffled you, but you realized you couldn't say anything about since you weren't at the teasing point with him. "I’m sorry for the way I treated you last week, by the way. You touched on something I don't really like talking about but that's not an excuse," he told you, catching you off guard with his apology. "It's okay. I shouldn't have been so nosy about it," you reassured him, turning around to face him once he finished tying up your apron.

The two of you made arroz con leche that night and it was overall a pretty good cooking lesson given that things were less tense after he'd apologized. (rice pudding) He sat next to you in the cafeteria, talking to you about the anomaly he had to face today before he went quiet. You noticed that he seemed conflicted, but you didn't want to threaten your delicate friendship forming. "Gabriella wasn't my daughter, not technically. She's the daughter of a variant of myself and i took the role of being her father after hers died. She gave me a home when I really needed it but all I did was destroy hers," he spoke up, his voice coming out a bit shakier than he'd intended it to. You couldn't think of anything to really say to that, you felt like 'I'm sorry' was too cheap for what he was dealing with, so you pressed your hand on his shoulder and started rubbing small circles. "If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here for you Miguel."

The following week, Miguel decided on teaching you how to make chocolate chip cookies, something simple but delicious. As he mixed the batter, you couldn't help but notice how his brows furrowed in concentration, clearly still stressed from how the mission today had gone. You decided to help him de-stress by flicking a bit of powder on his face, watching as he blinked away the flour. "Did you ju-" he started off but was quickly interrupted as you blew a bunch of powder onto his face. "Pinche guera, you're gonna get it," he warned you and you took it as a signal to run away from him before you ended up doused in flour as well.

You miscalculated just how fast he was, given that he had you pinned against the wall in a matter of seconds. Your eyes widened as you saw you the bag of flour he had in his hand and the devilish smirk on his face. "Please, please. I'm sorry, I won't do that again," you pleaded with him, his finger coming up to push a strand of hair away. "Aw, you look so pretty when you beg, guerita," he cooed and you couldn't help but feel your cheeks flush up. "You really think so, Mig?" You teased him back despite how flustered you were at his words. Your breathing quickened up when he knelt down a little, his mouth barely brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Yeah, but you'd look so much prettier covered in flour." His words didn't register in your brain until he raised the bag of flour, dumping it over your head despite your protests.

Even though it had taken you half an hour to wash off all the flour from your hair, you couldn't help but lay down in your bed with a huge smile on your face that night. Miguel had grown from someone that you feared even coming in contact with after all the rumors you'd heard to someone you longed to spend every weekend with. Your happiness was quickly diminished as you thought what he would think about you knowing Spanish, if he would think that you were purposefully misdirecting him. After a while of thinking about all the outcomes from the reveal and none of them being positive, you decided to fall asleep and try to forget about it.

The two of you continued with your cooking sessions weekly after that, making it a part of your daily routine. He'd started to engage in your jokes and even adding to them, even going so far as to being more flirty with you, a much more relaxed version of himself than that he portrayed with everyone else at HQ. The two of you had agreed on making pasta this weekend and it was going pretty good, given that nothing had burnt down yet and the smell of oregano filled the kitchen. You were busy monitoring the pasta on the stove that you didn't notice Miguel had moved up behind you to check on the progress as well. Your chest brushed up against his as you turned around, his head dipping down to look at you as you did. Your eyes traveled from his eyes down to his lips and you took notice of just how kissable they looked, how plump and inviting they seemed.

You leaned in slowly, giving Miguel the chance to back off if he wanted to but he simply put his hands on your hips to pull you closer as his lips collided against yours. The kiss was nothing short of sensual, it felt like all the pressure that'd been building up during these cooking sessions had finally been released into this. Your hands gripped onto his shirt as you pulled him closer, his tongue moving so perfectly against yours. You two were pulled out of your trance when the alarm behind you rang, alerting you that the pasta had finished cooking. You hesitantly pulled away, looking up to see that Miguel had a conflicted look on his face. "I shouldn't have done that, it was mistake. I'm sorry," was all that he told you before he shut down for the night and focused on the task in front of him.

Miguel avoided you like the plague after that, he didn't bother acknowledging you around HQ anymore and he always paired you with someone up for missions. You couldn't help but feel a combination of anger and hurt brewing up inside you the more time that he spent avoiding you. Hurt, that he'd dismissed one of the best kisses that you'd had as a 'mistake'. You were snapped out of your thoughts when Jessica walked up to you, talking to you in one of the few moments that she had free. "Girl, did you hear? Apparently Miguel got injured in his mission today," she confided in you, speaking in hushed whispers so the other spiders wouldn't overhear. "What happened?" You asked curiously, your heart aching a bit at the thought of him being hurt. "He's been acting off recently these past couple days, like something's troubling him."

You decided to try out the empanada recipe that Miguel had shared you in an earlier session to cheer him up since he'd confided in you that it was his favorite pastry. You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride once you finished, given that they actually tasted pretty good and the kitchen was intact. You hesitated for a little bit once you got to his room, pacing in the hallway as you debated on leaving. You pushed those thoughts away and knocked on his door, biting down on your bottom lip as you waited for a response. Miguel came out with a bandaid over his nose and you couldn't help but let out a small giggle as you saw the Hello Kitty design. "Did you come here just of make fun of my bandaid?" His gruff voice interrupted you out of your thoughts and you pulled out the tupperware holding the empanadas. "I thought these might make you feel better."

"Wait, you actually made these?" He asked, clearly impressed as he took a bite out of one. "I did, yeah. Figured you might need them and I guess I also wanted to take the opportunity to tell you that we should stop our cooking sessions. They've been great and all, but seeing as how I can make stuff without burning the kitchen down, I don't need to bother you anymore," you told him and you had expected him to be more excited at the prospect of finally having the weekends to himself, but you were only met with him furrowing his brows. "Ay guerita. Nunca eras un molestia para mí. No tienes ni la menor idea de cuanto me atormentas durante el día. Cuánto pienso en poder besarte otra vez. Y lo peor es que ni me entiendes cuando te digo que estoy tan enamorado de ti," he told you, completely surprising you with this admission and you decided to take this opportunity to finally be open with him. (you were never a bother to me. you have no idea how much you torment me during the day. how much i think about kissing you again. and the worst thing is that you don’t even understand when i tell how you how much i love you)

"Si te entiendo, Miguel. Tu eres lo que traigo en el pensamiento todos los dias, hasta cuando duermo. Yo tambien estoy tan enamorada contigo," you responded, watching as his eyebrows flew to his hairline, clearly surprised at hearing you speak so fluently. (i do understand you miguel. you are what i carry in my thoughts every day, even when i sleep. i’m so in love with you too) "I thought you didn't understand me.." He muttered, clearly taken back by what you'd just said. "No, you assumed that I didn't understand you when we first met. Which makes sense based on my appearance, I guess," you replied with a small shrug, taking a bite from one of the empanadas. "But how?" he pondered, looking over at you as he tried to piece it all together. "I'm a hyperpolyglot, Spanish’s just one of the languages I know."

"Dime otra vez," Miguel asked of you as you two laid in his bed together, his hand playing with your hair. (tell me again) "Estoy tan enamorada de ti Miguel," you whispered, your hand on his cheek as you kissed him. (i am so in love with you miguel.) Miguel quickly moved down in between your legs, taking off your pants in a swift motion and started kissing up your calves. "What about your injury?" you asked him, looking down at him as he planted open-mouthed kisses up your leg. "I'll be fine," he assured you, going back to what he was doing before. You felt your slick dripping down to your panties as he kissed on your thighs, purposely avoiding where you needed him most. Miguel let out a small chuckle as he saw the wet patch on your underwear, hooking his fingers on the waistband before sliding them down tentatively.

"Such a pretty pussy," he whispered, looking directly at your eyes as he started kissing your bikini area. His mouth eventually moved to your folds, collecting all the slick that had gathered up and let out a small moan in response. Your hands gripped tightly onto his hair as he started eating you out with a vigor that you'd never faced before, tasting you like you were water in the desert. The noises that were filling up the room were downright filthy, his name coming out your mouth in broken moans and the way that he slurped at your pussy, unable to get enough. He held your hips down as you started to squirm, your legs shaking from how good his tongue was making you feel. "Look at me while I please you," he told you in a such a sharp tone that you couldn't help but look down at him as he continued to eat you out, your eyes locking straight onto his.

He held down your legs with one hand and slowly plunged two fingers inside of you, feeling your cunt tighten up around them. His mouth connected to your clit as he started to suck on the neglected nub, his tongue flicking at it. He let out a small groan as your juices dribbled down his lips, the vibrations from it making your back arch up from the bed. "Right there, Miguel. Yes, making me feel so good!" you moaned out, not paying any regard that any spider could pass by and hear you. He curled his fingers upward, finding your g-spot within seconds and made it a point to hit it every time he plunged inside of you once again. He could tell by the way that your clit throbbed against his tongue and by the way that you were gripping his hair that you were close, his movements now more determined towards getting you towards that peak. Your cunt squeezed against his fingers as the coil inside of you unraveled, coming undone on his face.

You'd think that he enjoyed this more than you did, frankly, with the way that he licked his lips and the huge tent in his sweatpants. You let out a small gulp as you saw the outline of it, looking back up to see Miguel giving you a small smirk. "It's okay, baby. I'll ease you through it," he assured you as he started to take off his clothes. He moved on top of you, restraining himself from actually putting any weight on you, and started to kiss your neck. He nipped at your neck, leaving you with reddened marks that would affirm to everybody at the Society that you were all his. At least for an hour or two before you healed. He brought his mouth down to your breasts, trapping one of them onto his mouth as he started sucking on it, his calloused hands massaging the other one.

"Que tetas tan perfectas," he whispered against you as he continued to suck on your tit, his tongue rolling on your areola. (what perfect tits) You felt yourself clench around nothing, growing even more aroused as he continued his assault on your nipples. He started doing the same to the other one, switching places between his hand and mouth. Once he felt satisfied enough, he pulled away from you and stood on his knees. He slowly started to push his cock inside of you, your walls struggling to adjust to his size as you clenched against him. "Relax, baby. I got you, okay?" He assured you, rubbing small circles on your thighs as you nodded. You tried to focus more on your breathing rather than the huge cock almost splitting you in half and he was able to push more inside.

You let out a loud moan as he finally bottomed out, a thin layer of sweat building up on your forehead. It wasn't your first time by any means, but Miguel was just so big and so girthy that you needed some time to adjust. "Looks like cooking's not the only thing I need to walk you through, right nena?" He asked you with a small smirk on his face as he waited for the okay from you to start moving. You nodded once you felt the sting transform into a form a pleasure, needing to feel more from him. He slowly took his cock out before plunging it into you causing all the air to come out your lungs. He started off slow with his thrusts, not wanting to overwhelm you too much for the first time.

He put your legs on his shoulders, the new angle allowing him to push into you deeper and he couldn't help but feel proud at himself as he saw the tip of his cock bulging in your stomach. You honestly looked like an angel to him at the moment with your hair all splayed out across the pillow, your pale cheeks tinted pink, and your mouth parted in a 'o' to let out the most beautiful moans of his name. He started speeding up his thrusts when he saw that you were more comfortable with having him inside, your pussy clenching around his cock perfectly. "Oh God," you moaned out, completely blissed out by the feeling of his cock as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You felt every coherent thought disappear as he fucked you, too drunk off the way he was making you feel to say anything apart from his name. "Not God, Miguel," he teased you, leaning into trap your lips in a kiss which you welcomed with pleasure.

His fingers went down to your clit, rubbing precise circles on the nub despite the stuttering of his hips. "Need you to cum for me, guerita," he moaned out, watching your face contort into one of pure bliss. your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, coating Miguel’s cock completely as a white ring built up around the base. You clawed at the sheets as you felt Miguel continue abusing your pussy, clenching against him tightly like you wanted to milk his cock. He released his load inside of you a couple seconds later, overtaken by the way that your walls were clamping up against him. He watched as the cum started dribbling out of your cunt and decided on plugging it with his cock. He pulled out with a small hiss, seeing how your greedy cunt clenched up against nothing.

After he'd cleaned you off, he wrapped you up in his arms and started stroking your hair, not wanting you to leave just yet. You felt how much he loved you with this embrace and it felt nice after how long you'd spent questioning how he felt about you. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" He asked you softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just thinking what you must be like in bed when you're not injured," you reply with a cheeky grin, causing him to let out a small chuckle. "Lucky for you, you have plenty of time to find that out."

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months

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WIBTA if I move into my own apartment for an internship instead of with friends like I initially said I (more likely than not) would for a while?

CW: kinda long but I don’t think I can put a readmore on anon :(

I (20sNB) have an opportunity to do an internship in spring of 2024. My friend (20sF) and her husband (20sM, we’re all within ~3yrs of each other) have been working on renovating a single-wide trailer in a trailer park in the same town as the internship, and it will be done with them living in it for at least a good few months before my internship. I’ve helped them with renovations whenever I’m in town and they’ve promised/shown me the room they’re reserving to be my space because they’re so sure I’ll move in with them.

I’ll be honest, I was planning to at first. But that changed with a variety of factors contributing, including but not limited to:

The trailer was reportedly full of black mold. Abandoned dressers would be opened and a puff of mold dust would emerge from the doors. It was also previously a hoarder’s house possibly due to the amount of junk in and around the trailer. Nobody wore PPE during renovations as far as I’m aware, and seem to believe they’re “in the clear” as they’ve shown no side effects yet. They’ve literally kept up only exactly what’s required to legally say they’re ‘renovating’ instead of tearing everything down and reusing the foundation, but it’s still a concern for me due to the casual way it was brought up and addressed.

My friends admitted that the neighbors don’t like them much due to the loud noises day in and day out from the renovation, resulting in the cops being called on them several times as a noise complaint. I have a rough time as it is being close to strangers, and that anxiety/paranoia? isn’t alleviated by hearing that and seeing people come out of their own trailers to glare at us whenever we work on the property.

My cat (20F) would be moving in with me. She’s indoor-only, but cats are bound to run around at some point. There are numerous unvaccinated and unfixed strays in the park and I’m concerned for her health; she’s having a hard enough time just keeping down food, a virus or infection would make me put her down.

My friends own a Pomeranian that does not respect other animals and continuously harasses them by barking and chasing after them. My cat does NOT like dogs, and my repeated warnings that having them in the same room would result in the dog getting blinded and possibly even more severely injured have been waved away with “The dog will learn soon enough to leave her alone!”. I would also have two relatively small lizards with me, both of whom leave their terrariums regularly for general holding sessions and to run around while I clean their tanks. There is a nonzero chance of them being beyond the safety of the glass and the dog eating them as the dog has a high prey drive.

Being with them would save me and my parents MASSIVE amount of money as rent is nearly nonexistent with how low it is in the park; I would mostly help with other bills (such as water, electricity, groceries) and general housemate things like cleaning up after myself and helping cook or chip in for takeout every now and then. Both friends know how restricted my ability to really develop is in my house due to my family (such as not knowing how to make anything more complicated than air fryer food) and have expressed that they are eager to help me learn and watch me grow into who I am.

But for a while I’ve been very strongly leaning towards an apartment instead despite rent being crazy (my parents are willing to pay half but with 0 guarantee of a paid internship and uncertainty as to whether I can hold a part-time job at the same time it would still be a blow to my savings). It’s gotten to the point where my language is full of “My future apartment will have….” “When I move into an apartment do you think I should….” when discussing the matter with my parents with zero verbal room for considering living with my friends. Advantages to the apartment include having my own space, being much closer to my internship location (though my friends weren’t all that far out themselves), and no concerns about my pets being around strangers or other animals. My parents and grandma agree that an apartment sounds the safest for my pets’ physical health and my mental health.

However, I have yet to tell my friends. The F is a friend of a decade now, and the M and I aren’t exactly close but regard each other as siblings. While she might be hurt but understanding, I don’t know if I want to risk him or both of them blowing up on me for my decision after at least 6mo of helping here and there and encouraging them to finish renovating their own place. The closest I’ve gotten to saying anything is warning them that it isn’t guaranteed I’ll move in with them when they use language suggesting it is and that I’m trying to keep my mind open to all housing options, including renting a space in a family friend’s basement. Neither of them seem to have caught on to what I’m doing, though. So, WIBTA if I finally break it to them that I’ve decided on an apartment and move into a space without them? This might seem like a non-issue to outsiders but it very much is to me :(

(For slight additional context: my friend is typically very understanding and we do our best to communicate our feelings about joint activities especially. Her husband is the type of guy to get mad at the ‘politics’ of the new Barbie movie and the joke made out of the Kens.)

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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kimikawa · 5 months

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NaClYoHo, The End

Things Done (FINAL DAY)

bought Christmas cards for immediate family

mailed things for work

submitted things for work (late)

used up some more cosmetics and samples

As I am in Japan, the end of the November has already arrived for me. I found my original list of things I wanted to do in November, and there are many I did not get to in the end. One, at least, I had already said I was going to do at the end of the month, as it was donating a box of things, and it seemed best to do that when I was done going through things.

That end did not come. Not yet, at least.

Some of it is because I work nearly full-time hours at my job, and I try to stream when I get home. Because of these, some ideas like descaling my bathroom (the water here is a bit hard), so for now, I am still scrubbing when I remember to.

Other problems were financial. I simply just couldn't replace things that needed to be replaced until after I could pay off my credit card bill, and so some things will get done in December or January instead.

NaClYoHo was not just about the things I did not, or could not, accomplish. Time management is a problem I have, and some of the reason I didn't do things like go through more of my closet for things to donate is because I decided to change my focus from preparing things to donate to using up things - or making empties, for cosmetics.

I used up cosmetics and other toiletries - or finally got rid of them because they were old af. I went through my spices and things, and got rid of empty bottles and expired things. I cooked the dried beans I had bought ages ago (and learned I will never ever fucking do it again; canned forever, my stress levels were through the roof). I made chocolate cake, which I hadn't done at all last year when I had zero time at all. I got rid of expired medicine and tidied up my tea collection.

I also, with some sadness but with more understanding and conviction, parted ways with some crafting supplies. I hadn't touched them in years, and I simply do not have the time and space for them. I also am not as interested in doing those as some of the other hobbies I have picked up and also set aside. Those sewing supplies do not even belong to a past version of me - only an idealized one, who has time and space and money for a sewing hobby.

But I don't have those, I am not that person, and I honestly prefer editing my streams into YouTube videos.

While I didn't accomplish all the things on my list for NaClYoHo, I did change my goals, so it's understandable that what I had wanted was unfinished. I also don't feel guilty about not doing them, which is the surprising part. I think a lot of what I got from this was learning to reframe things. Time I spent editing videos or baking a cake was still time well spent, was still working towards my goal of something better for myself, whatever that is.

That said, autoplay podcasts combined with monotonous cleaning tasks meant that 20-minute cleaning sessions always became longer. I am not great at stopping a task part way through. Some of it is not knowing when I will get back to it (time issues, again), not having the space to leave it out (unless it is my laundry, because that is the exception for some damn reason), and some anxiety related to leaving something unfinished. So I often kept working, long past the end of a podcast episode. Only using the sleep timer stopped me from going until I finished whatever I was doing, and even then, sometimes I would just keep going.

Time is my main enemy.

My final thoughts are that it was easier to be motivated to clean this month than other months. Laundry is the modern Sisyphean task, and dried beans are a nightmare to rehydrate, nevermind use. I have zero respect for timers, and I change goals, which is fine as long as I respect myself when I do.

#naclyoho #final thoughts

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ursie · 2 years

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Tell me about your oc Finn 👀📝 (also see I can do that too ❤️)

Adsgsgffsf help I can’t believe I’m being 👀📝 on my own blog..the nerve (❤️)

Anyway Finn is from my brother and I making oc X-men teams because we were bored. Our minds so keep that in mind that they’re designed to exist with the X-men today

Sophie (Finn) Lewis/ aka Ground Zero

Comes from long lines of (very self hating tbh) mutants.

He/Him

Butch Lesbian

Absolute chad

Ran away from home. Lived in a very religious (pentecostal to be specific) mutant community. Lot of attempted “cures”

He was raised in a very conservative (and explicitly misogynistic) manner and has a lot of hang ups at doing anything traditionally feminine tbh. He can cook/sew/ect was taught all of that it just carries a lot of baggage too

Accidentally became leader of his group of new kids because he’s the only one with self preservation skills. And common sense.

Their team is called The Vagabonds due to everyone’s relationship to home, people, and the island itself (none of them think it’s gonna last-or that it’s a particularly good thing in the first place)-they’re put in their group due to their high level mutations + distinct lack of love for Prof X’s teachings. Teaching them now to keep them from being issues down the road.

Gambit is their main teacher as he’s stepped down from an active roll to be a house spouse tbh (and his prev injuries are giving him trouble). He didn’t want to but Jean pointed out that aside from the fact he’s actually one of the only good teachers they have-they are more likely to trust him due to his history.

Gambits actually a p good teacher tbh

He has multiple powers due to the nature of his mutation (and being a legacy at that). He can create simple energy constructs/barriers using his own strength/energy to do so-inside his barriers he can boost his teammates power/health/ect (using his own health. Aside from that he can fly + mild precognition (needs to focus on what he wants to know-and can only see ahead into the same day-needs to be at full strength to do so-can project visions on his barriers

Once he runs outa juice his hair/eyes turns white (it fading as he uses his strength)

Leader but is a support/first aide hero. Not a heavy hitter focuses more on evac/medical/boosting his teammates.

Jock just really likes sports-used to sneak out at night to play with their neighbors daughter (became his 1st gf-ran away when she outed him)

Very good at baseball. Plays on the Krakoa team.

Has a nursing degree

Is the mom friend is the dad friend. Hates it

Actually one of the better combatants on a technical level in the team he just doesn’t have super strength or anything helpful against most metas-and what he does have he tries not to use needlessly. Does use a Bo staff when necessary.

Has a crush on Eddie and Zoey but as they are both in very committed relationships (and Eddie is straight) stays silent-still jokingly flirts with them though

Really does look up to Eddie because he has such trauma associated with womanhood and seeing Eddie’s joy with it and owning it and making is her own (Eddie is a Trans girl) really does make him feel a certain way lotta solidarity between those two (they are bffs-and tbh the crush does eventually go away and it settles into something much more familial)

Just dates a lot of people like dating is normal not being exclusive is normal just. Doesn’t think much of it and wants to explore his options but does eventually settle into a relationship with Amahle and Ivanna (a Wakandan and Atlantian mutant respectively-Amahle is a technopath and Ivanna has super tracking so to speak)

Very protective of Rosie and whilst he 100% gets Lenny’s fear and reluctance to come out does not like him leading her on especially not just to make Micheal jealous

Thinks Leslie is a ditz. Loves xem. Genuinely treats xem like zey’re 12 half the time (in his defense ze acts like xer are 12 half the time)

Lost his one of his legs in a mission (it was a choice) has a cool red one now.

Terrible stutter. Drives all the girls crazy nonetheless. Chad king 😳🥵

Body ody ody built like a brick house

Part of Gambits book club really loves reading all the books he wasn’t allowed to read in his youth

Wears a lot of lesbian slogan tees. Borderline misandrist ❤️

Rare long haired butch (his hair grows comically fast)

Really annoyed by the fact he’s one of the only members who can drive. Not annoyed enough to give lessons though. Remy can do that

#I love him. chad king #ocs #asks #anon #long post

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wuxiaphoenix · 2 years

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On Writing: A Preference for Characters

To figure out what you should be writing, it helps to know what you like to read. Or in some cases, watch. Because writing takes skill, always - but in order to muster the energy to do it you also need passion. Emotional involvement. You need to care about what you’re writing. So it helps to pin down what, exactly, you care about.

In that vein, I’ve been trying to put a finger on why I’ve had an easier time finding something I enjoy watching from k-dramas and c-dramas on YouTube than from Hollywood lately. It’s not that I like every historical fantasy drama from Korea and China out there, any more than I like all manga and anime. It’s just that I seem to have an easier time finding things I do like to watch than in the whole slew of movies and TV shows out of California.

This Tumblr post by elidyce, I think, helps narrow it down. What I seem to be after is emotional continuity, along with 1) characters I like and can respect, and 2) character-driven plot instead of event-driven.

And part of that is, I’m fed up to the back teeth with save-the-world plots, or Chosen One plots, or anything where the main character goes from pitiful Zero to Ultimate Hero. I don’t want to watch - or read about - a suffering martyr of a savior character fixing everything while the rest of the world either can’t do anything, won’t do anything, or is actively trying to stop them.

It puts too much weight on the hero. It makes the rest of the world flat characters, instead of real people. And even if you have great cosmic powers and explosions in every scene, it makes the story boring.

...At least for me. Other people have other tastes. But I prefer stories where everyone - everyone! - has their own motives and responsibility for their own actions.

(Unless they’re the Bad Guy’s Brainwashed and Crazy Minions. But at least in that case the Bad Guy chose to make people Minions.)

I want stories where the heroes are more like... regular people, emotionally speaking. Not martyrs. Chef Hua, working her way up from cooking for her family to running a major restaurant. Ning Yi, starting by saving a silk business and ending up saving a kingdom. Kim Sung-yeol, patiently hunting for 120 years to find a way to kill an evil vampire, free his kingdom, and keep as many people alive as he can. People just trying to do the decent thing, fight evil if they have to, and save their part of the world. To quote Clegghorn of The Mighty Ducks, “Nobody takes over the world from my precinct!”

I can’t feel saving the world. The world’s too big. Saving a family, a business, a kingdom - those, I can feel. Characters trying to do that, and be honest, decent people; that’s the kind of story I can care about.

Explosions and special effects are window dressing. A plot of increasingly frantic events... may be an entertaining thrill ride, once, but it won’t get me coming back again and again. Give me the Ghostbusters, the Mummy, the Scholar Who Walks the Night. Give me people who think they’re ordinary, caught in extraordinary events. Give me a story I can feel.

Give me characters. Let them drive the plot. Then, you’ll have a story.

#creative writing #stray thoughts #characters

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blackmissfrizzle · 3 years

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I’ll Take Your Man(s)

Characters: Miguel Galindo x black!reader, Ezekiel Reyes x black!reader

Summary: Based on this thread about the mutual hate of Emily Thomas

A/N: So this was supposed to be a drabble, but of course it got to 1.1k. Anyway imma consider it a drabble because I wrote it in an hour.

Gif credit: @hivtserkk

“Thank you, Felipe.” You smiled at the older man and took the extra meat that he gave you. “No problem, princesa. You’re family. I shouldn’t be charging you at all.”

Stubborn old man. You insisted on paying for your food this time which he allowed you to but not without giving you extra. Felipe always considered you family since you and EZ became best friends in middle school, but his love for you grew deeper as you stayed by EZ’s side when he went prison. Not only were you there for EZ, but for him and Angel as well. You would come by and cook them meals that Marisol taught you to make. When they were off at work you would swing by and clean up there places. Or you would have this weird instinct of popping up and keeping them company when the grief became unbearable.

Now grief and hardship were at your door. With your mother dead, you were the only one able to take care of your sick father. Felipe knew money was tight, so he was returning the favor.

Shaking your head, you blew him an air kiss. “Always gotta play the family card, huh?”

“You know it.” He smiled back at you, not feeling guilty at all.

Walking towards the door, you stopped in your tracks when you saw the black SUV. “Ugh,” you groaned and threw your head back. “The white witch is here.”

“Be nice, preciosa.” You were the nicest person Felipe knew, but when it came to Emily Thomas (you refused to call her by her married name) you turned into a gremlin. High school you were able to tolerate her, but as adults you couldn’t stand her. The way she was using EZ made your skin crawl. If you wouldn’t get tortured and killed you would’ve laid hands on her already.

“Y/N,” she sneered down at you.

“Emily.” You echoed with the same disdain.

Before you could say anything ugly you left telling Felipe goodbye and saying not one word to Emily.

Miguel was sitting in the car, waiting on his wife when he saw you. He shouldn’t stare. He was a married man, but your beauty was hypnotizing.

Seeing you struggle to get your keys, Miguel scrambled out the car. “Here let me help you,” Miguel reached for your bags. “Oh, Mr. Galindo that’s not necessary.”

“Miguel.” He corrected you in a lower octave.

With your hands free now, you were able to find your keys with ease. You popped your trunk and took the bags from Miguel. “Thank you, Mr. Gal-,” Miguel’s face was set hard at your slip up. “I mean Miguel.” He smiled at your correction. Why haven’t you noticed this man was beautiful? Maybe because you’ve never been this up close to him.

“You know I’ve always thought the first time I meet you, I would probably get knocked upside the head or threatened.”

Miguel quirked an eyebrow and trapped you in between him and your car. “Hmm, why is that?”

You pointed at Emily inside of Felipe’s shop. “Because I talk so much shit to your wife. To be honest if you wouldn’t have me killed I would’ve beaten her ass repeatedly already.”

Miguel should be offended. He should threaten you for talking ill of his wife, but he couldn’t find it in him. The honesty was so refreshing, he almost forgot what it taste like. Also, it didn’t hurt to see that this angel before him has a dark side.

“Really?” He curled a strand of your hair around his finger, doing nothing to hide the lust in his eyes.

The heat from Emily’s stare was coming in laser hot. This was your moment to make her sweat. Make her think two can play that game. Smiling at her you reached on your tippy toes to whisper in her husband’s ear, pretending to tell him sweet nothings. “You and your wife may not respect the sanctity of marriage, but I do.”

Miguel bent down to your ear, rubbing up and down your arms, “You know I’ve killed people for less.”

Patting his chest, you pushed away. “Yeah, I know. I just don’t care. I don’t like how your wife treats my best friend,” you shrugged. If you couldn’t get Emily to act right, maybe her husband could. “But I just did you a favor.”

“And what is that?”

“Emily’s so jealous now, she’ll probably blow you in the car to make you forget me.”

That didn’t sound as enticing as it should to Miguel. He rather it would be you instead of Emily. “Well, I should pay you then,” Miguel took out his checkbook and began writing.

“Oh wait a minute I don’t need your money.”

“Yes you do. Isn’t your father sick? I’m sure a bartender’s salary can’t cover medical bills.” Miguel ripped out the check and held it out.

“I manage just fine.”

“No.” You crossed your arms. There was no way you were taking it especially with that many zeros on it.

“Why not?” Miguel began to grow impatient. Who refused free money?

“Because men like you don’t give out give out money like that without expecting something in return. And like I just told you I respect the sanctity of marriage even if it’s not mine.”

Smart girl, Miguel thought. But he knew he wouldn’t want anything in return. This conversation was payment enough. “Trust me. This comes with no strings attached.”

“No. I make it a point not to take money from men nicknamed, ‘el Diablo’.”

The rumbling of a motorcycle muffled Miguel’s cursing. It was the bane of his existence, Ezekiel Reyes.

Just like his wife likes to do, you ran to him. An unexpected jealousy thrummed through him when you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him.

“Prospect,” he called out to ruin your mini reunion.

EZ walked towards the man with you trailing behind him. “Give this to your little friend. She refuses to take it.”

“What is wrong with you?” EZ looked at you with widened eyes. “This could help with your dad’s medical bills. Take it.”

“Ezekiel…”

“Take it,” he growled, shoving it in your hands.

“Thank you, Miguel.” You put the check in your purse and began walking to your car. EZ was enjoying you walking away, but then he saw that Miguel was enjoying the view as well.

“See you later, EZ!” You waved at him, ignoring Miguel’s lustful gaze.

Once you were gone, EZ stood toe to toe to Miguel. “Stay the fuck away from my friend.”

“Stay the fuck away from my wife.”

“I’m not the married one. Don’t you have vows to uphold?”

He did. Miguel still loved his wife, but there was something enchanting about you he couldn’t shake. “I do. How about you stay away from my wife and focus on the gem you got in front of you? Don’t fuck that up.” Miguel gripped his shoulder before greeting his wife and steering her away from EZ.

Both men knew this wasn’t the end. As their interest in one woman waned, it grew for another. Leaving them in an endless battle for the love and affection for one woman.

Tagging whoever I can remember from my taglist: @my-rosegold-soul @honestlystephanie @blessedboo @ly--canthrope @thesandbeneathmytoes @starrynite7114 @night-of-the-living-shred @angelreyesgirl @tomhardydallasstarsgirl @chibsytelford @ifoundmyhappythought @nxxstybrat

#black!reader #mayans mc #ez reyes x reader #ez reyes x black!reader #Ezekiel Reyes #ezekiel reyes x reader #ezekiel reyes x black!reader #Miguel Galindo #miguel galindo x reader #miguel galindo x black!reader #frizzlefic #frizzlesfic #frizzlewrites

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tomodachi-z · 3 years

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A different take on their relationships

So I was scrolling through the genshin thread and soon came to a realization that most of the relationship Hc’s were pretty fluff based, which got me thinking - was that really all there was? Even if Genshin was a heartfelt game i couldnt really believe that all of them would be pure husband material - which sort of spiraled into this.

- This is purely my take on how some of the Genshin boys would approach relationships, its just some random thoughts though so take it as you will.

Characters: Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe

Tw: angst, abuse, toxic relationships, mentions of death, just overall scummy behavior.

Slight NSFW

Minors DNI

Zhongli

Honestly, out of the whole lot of them i think he’d be the most civil. Apart from his bad traits that is.

First of all I dont believe Zhongli would actively pursue a relationship, however he would be open to it, though the chances of it being a special “love at first sight” is practically zero. Hes lived thousands of years and seen humanity evolve as a whole, hes met millions of people over the years and peoples faces really arent that different, they just blur together at this point. So if we were to go by that logic, his love interest would have to be someone he interacts with on a day to day basis - or at the very least weekly.

If he was starting to develop an attachment to you, I believe he would also be fairly upfront about it, asking you out and courting you wouldn't be anything new, he’s had lovers before after all.

But this is where it starts to get a bit off-putting. Even if your relationship is sailing along fine, he’d still compare it to the others he’s had. Your taste in clothing, your choice of books, how you style your hair. Every now and again he’d utter something like “Ah ___ used to style their hair like that.” Or “Your eyes are so familiar, just like ___...” in which case the blank space is a previous lovers name. Not that he’d divulge that to you. Even if you ask him about the people he keeps mentioning he’d brush you off and change the subject. Though sometimes he forgets himself and calls you by a different name.

He would also never tell you he’s a God. And you wouldn’t find out either.

Hes hidden it from the whole of Liyue, why would you be any different? His role as Archon was over anyway so there would be no point to it.

So you would live your life never finding out about him, not ever truly reaching his heart, because his heart is already filled to the brim with memories, and whatever little space you occupy there would also fade along with your passing. You would have no children, for I truly believe that Zhongli just would not want children, his one and only child would remain Liyue, and your name would be uttered in passing, when he confuses his next lover with you.

Happy Ending?

Zhongli would still love you

He would cherish and comfort you

But there was nothing in this world more lonely than immortality.

He would love again but it would only repeat the cycle unless he truly comes to terms with himself.

It would take a lot of time, perhaps even an eternity, but I believe that his past relationships would actually help him realize something.

That even though humans were much the same he loved you all individually.

At the end of time he would recount each one of your names, in the hopes that you would take him with you, so that he could finally apologize.

Diluc

I honestly believe he just does not want a relationship. Not now anyway, not when hes 20+ years old. So the thought of him forming a crrush on you or any sort of real romantic attachment would also be pretty slim. He’d be your friend, sure, your best friend even, but when it comes to being your boyfriend? It wouldn’t be what you think it is.

If he does form a relationship with you its because you confessed, and you asked him whether or not he was willing to give it a go, and considering you already know each other so well he didn't really see a reason why not. Though it wasn't out of love that he’d agree.

I do believe that he’d still be a gentleman, he would send you flowers, and he would take you on walks, he would also give you gifts, but all of those were just out of courtesy. He was taught to behave like a gentleman, and so he would.

He would never be available, always working, always busy, never in a good mood. “Don't bother me, I'm busy.” He’d coldly order. And if you tried to do something nice to him like cook him a meal whilst he’s working he’d just tell you not to bother, the butler can make it better than you so why even try.

You would be a hitch in his schedule, an added task every day, another time consuming detail he had to take into consideration. But considering he was the one who agreed to the whole idea, he would simply have to deal with it.

As for intimacy, it would be rare. He’d kiss you just because he was curious how it would feel, he’d fuck you just because you asked him to, and sure he might have enjoyed it, you even said you enjoyed it, but it wouldn't become a regular thing between you two. He would come home exhausted, sore and half asleep, so on most days you can expect him to share simple words of greeting before he falls asleep.

If you got tired of it he would just let you go, both of you could see it wasn't working, so why bother try to fix it. You deserve better than him, a man that would love and cherish you, but right now, he simply cannot.

Those are your parting words, he wishes you luck and thanks you for your patience, whether or not you remain friends after that is really up to you.

Happy Ending?

What Diluc needs more than anyone else is time

Time to really heal

Time to forgive himself

Time to start loving the world again.

And I believe he would learn to do those things if time was given.

He would one day realize that his heart yearned for something other than day to day work, something that you tried to show him long ago.

He would fall in love eventually, perhaps not with you, but he would finally open his heart.

He would love earnestly and faithfully till the end of his days.

Kaeya

He’s well known as a flirt in Mondstat, he’s slept with people around town and chances are that’s how he first met you. Whether you slept with him or rejected him didn’t matter, what he was after was your looks after all.

He’d seduce you with praise and compliments, he’d lavish you with gifts and roses, as long as you give him something in return that is.

If you didn’t it wouldn’t really bother him much, he’d simply abandon the thought of you and turn his eyes on another pretty face, if you ever ask him about why he suddenly stopped he’d respond with “I don’t like wasting my time sweetheart.”

However if you give in to his seductions I believe he would eventually start enveloping the idea about being your boyfriend, the idea of you being his and him being yours was tempting for sure. It would take a while but he would also stop flirting so shamelessly with other people, he no longer saw a reason for it now that you were his after all.

But he would never truly yield his heart to you, always keeping secrets, always masking his emotions with sly words. I don’t think he’d ever really open up about his past or about the depths of his mind. But he would love you, and he would protect you, he would cherish you the only way he knew how, by keeping you in the dark, lest you regret your decision in loving him.

Happy ending?

His habits would change as he grows older

They would truly shift when he sees his first child in your arms.

He would cry, not even knowing why

He would fall so helplessly in love with the thought of a happy future and he would be terrified by it

But if you stay by his side, if you make him believe he can have a happy life and a future with you

He would give you the world, if only you make him believe those words.

Childe

Honestly the worst out of all of them.

Now, I firmly believe that he also would not pursue a romantic relationship if given a choice, but his heart is fickle and easily swayed by his own emotions, so when he sees you pop up every now and again he’d undoubtedly would act on his feelings.

He’d charm you, wine and dine you and treat you like a princess if you so wished. He would make sure you had everything you had ever wanted, he’d make promises of love and marriage, but after he gets what he wants, he would leave you.

Just like that, without a word, without a note, nothing. So when you see him after months of confusion, guilt and regret you would ask him why he had left, and all he would say is “What else did you expect?” He’s a Fatui after all, and he has no time for thoughts of tomorrow or promises for the future. His eyes would hold no warmth as he noted that the interaction was rather fair in his eyes, he had treated you like a princess after all.

He has no time to think of anyone else but his family and his duty to Tsaritsa, you were just a toy he liked playing with for a while till you got boring, now move before he breaks you.

Happy Ending?

Now I truly believe that there is someone out there for everyone

Even for someone like Childe

But that someone would have to be exceptional - someone with a commanding sense of self respect, someone with purpose and belief, someone with a fate of their own.

They wouldn't have to be a fighter or even an adventurer, but they would have to be a force of their own to be able to show Childe what kind of life he was truly living.

He knew he was in hell, but meeting someone like that would make it all the more apparent

But if they reached out their hand to him, if they gave him a chance.

He believed he would see a world in colors he never knew existed.

And he would love truly and openly, he would shed his heart to them and only them.

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #childe #diluc #zhongli #kaeya #kaeya x you #zhongli x you #childe x you #diluc x you #genshin angst #tw

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random-french-girl · 3 years

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Could you do Martha and Fatin for the brotp?

Hi friend! Thanks!

What in-jokes do they have with each other?

They rate every guy Martha meets and finds cute on a scale “from zero to Marcus”. The scale is NOT scientific, and none of the other girls really understand it. But it’s hilarious.

Are they the “I’ll pay this time if you pay next time”-type friends, or the “I’ll pay for my food and you’ll pay for yours”-type friends?

First option. Fatin always insists to pay for Martha’s drinks though.

Who’s more prone to pranking, or otherwise messing with, the other?

Martha, actually :) She’s wickedly sneaky when doing pranks, and a lot of them involve using various animals (mostly insects and the likes) to scare Fatin. She has to be careful, though, because Fatin has no qualms about squashing a spider with a rolled-up Vogue Magazine. Which is not what Martha wants. (What she wants is to add to her collection of videos of Fatin screaming at the top of her lungs because there’s a harmless beetle on her bed. It makes for a great pick-me-up whenever one of the girls is depressed.)

How do they text/message each other? Proper punctuation and capital letters, egregious overuse of emojis, mostly in meme format…?

Oh my God, they are the most CHAOTIC texters, there’s emojis EVERYWHERE, new abbreviations daily, their texts are absolutely unreadable by anyone else. (Even Toni, who’s used to Martha’s style, can’t decipher what the fuck they’re talking about.) They basically have invented a whole new writing system.

Do they exchange jokey birthday presents, or deeply thought-out and meaningful presents? Or both?

Both, but mostly meaningful? Fatin also loves organizing Martha’s birthday parties. She does The Most. Martha is delighted.

They go on a road trip together. Who drives, who picks the music, who’s in charge of snacks?

Martha drives - she, gently, leaves No Room for argument. Fatin is in charge of the music - which works great, they like the same stuff. They’re both in charge of snacks - lots of chocolate, lots of juice.

What do they think of each other’s family?

Fatin adores Martha’s family, and is, weirdly, a little scared of Martha’s mom, in the “I never want her to be disappointed in me” kind of way. Martha is very impressed with Fatin’s parents at first - they’re so elegant and stylish!-, not so much when she learns the whole story. She loves Fatin’s little brothers though, and they love her too :)

Do they have any nicknames for each other?

Fatin has a million pet names for Martha. I don’t think Martha has any for Fatin, however.

Who’d be the first to try and patch things up if they had a fight?

Honestly... they rarely get into fights. But when they do, Fatin tries to patch things up first. There’s nothing worse than knowing that Martha is mad at you.

One of their phones goes off in the middle of the night. Who’s calling whom, and why?

Fatin actually calls Martha when she gets sad in the middle of a party, and she doesn’t want to bother Dot and Leah, or they’re not available, or she’s feeling self-conscious and needs Martha’s specific energy.

What’s their favourite funny story about something that happened to the two of them?

Getting high on the beach for sure.

Would they do a joint cosplay? If so, who would they dress up as?

Oh, they would. For Halloween, they dress up as a devil and an angel. Martha is the devil. Fatin is a very sexy, probably not Bible-accurate angel.

Do they have any TV shows that they watch together? Are there any shows they have wildly different opinions on?

So many shows! A lot of reality TV, first of all. Martha also gets Fatin to watch the entirety of Pretty Little Liars, Fatin is. Obsessed. And furious about it. She rants about the outfits constantly.

Which one is the “fight me” friend and which one is the one who tries to keep the peace and prevent their friend from punching a total stranger?

Fatin is the “fight me” friend. Martha tries to keep the peace.

One of them comes up with an ill-advised but mostly harmless idea. Does the other one egg them on because they think it’ll be funny, or try and talk them out of it?

In both cases, they’d try to talk the other out of it.

Who would win if they arm-wrestled?

Martha.

Who’s better at what type of video games, and how competitive are they when they play together?

Martha is leagues better than Fatin. They aren’t very competitive with each other, but if they are together in a team against some of the other girls they get HYPED UP and WILL destroy their competition.

One of them ends up in hospital for something serious but not life-threatening. What does the other bring along when they visit in order to cheer them up?

Martha brings homemade food that she cooked with her mom, UNO, Fatin’s emotional support makeup case, and has all the girls send a heartfelt card for Fatin. Also, a vibrator, which prompts Fatin to propose on the spot. (She may have been a bit delirious from fever, but still.)

How huggy are they?

It’s interesting, they’re very huggy with their respective people (Toni, Leah), but I’m not sure they hug each other all that much? They do physical affection, but maybe not via hugs? Like, Fatin will put her arms around Martha’s shoulders, and they’ll sit together with their knees touching, and they’ll touch each other’s hair and face, and hold hands. Not that many hugs though.

What was the moment when they first realised that they’d become friends?

They start bonding pretty early on the island, but probably that one moment where Martha asks if she’ll have Romeos in her DMs too, and Fatin’s like MARTHA ANGEL YES OF COURSE <3

#the wilds #martha blackburn #fatin jadmani #fatin x martha #random meta #classicsnerd

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1-800-hellraiser · 3 years

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Alright Lad how about a yandere David Alphabet you know from Camp Camp

Alrighty! One Yan!David alphabet coming right up! :)

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Yandere Alphabet

Requested by: Sam Clumsy (on Tumblr)

Words: 1,314

Genre: Kinda misc.

Character: David (Camp Camp)

Credit: @mo0nfairy for the Yandere Alphabet prompt!

!Tws!: Y'all already know the drill for Yandere shit

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A - Adventure (What are some things they do with their darling everyday?):

One of the things David loves to do with you most is hiking! The only downside to this is that he has to handcuff you to him so you won't leave him. Ever :)

B - Binoculars (How much do they stalk their darling? How do they go about it?):

Once David first laid his eyes on you, he knew he had to be with you. Whatever. It. Takes. He see's you in public a lot, so he managed to get your schedule for tour usual errands. Such as shopping, going to the laundromat, or even going out to treat yourself. This happens monthly.

C - Color (What color does their love for their darling represent?):

Hot pink. I say this because David's desire for you is sweet, yet passionate.

D - Dream (What is their dream life with their darling?):

Living in a cozy house, married with a dog. David wants something very domestic to hide his demented relationship with you. So he can eventually trick you into thinking this is normal.

E - Eclipse (Do they build a relationship with their darling or hide in the shadows?):

David definitely builds up a relationship. Usually he doesn't rush anything, but you just so happen to be a bit...different. He craves you. So he tries to go as slow as possible.

F - Fracture (How can you severely hurt them?):

If you get scared of him. He doesn't want you to be afraid of him. It hurts his soul when he accidentally makes you cry. He'll most likely give you about an hour to calm down then try to comfort you. He'll most likely cry into you and apologize profusely.

G - Gensis (What will life for their darling be like with them?):

David will try to keep his relationship with you as wholesome and domestic as possible. Of course he'll manipulate you into this sort of normality, he wants you to bend at his whim. He also has rules for you, like no going out without him, always having to introduce a new friend to him as well, etc. If you don't follow these rules, then you'll be punished :)

H - Headcanon (What is a random headcanon about the yandere?):

My headcanon for Yan!David is that he is actually a super unsuspecting yandere. Like, he's nice and chill with everyone around him and you. He never shows his twisted love for you in public or even around you until you two are together. If you asked his co-workers, family, or friends about him being a yandere, they'd say it's impossible with his temperament.

I - Infatuation (When did they first realize they were in love with their darling?):

He realizes it when you meet about the third or fourth time you meet. David's love isn't instant like other yandere's. He has to have time to think it over, you have to be the one he can spend an eternity with.

J - Jack-In-The-Box (How will they capture their darling?):

He'll wait until you move in with him. This is why he insists on you moving in with him, so you can be in his control at all times. That is, unless something else goes down. Like in the Yan!David oneshot, he has a side room in his basement he uses just in case something...not according to plan happens.

K - Knockout (How do they treat people in their darling's life?):

He treats them with the upmost respect. He also subtlety manipulates them, just to make sure not even your closest friends or family members will believe you when you try to leave him :)

L - Lemon (How do they behave with their darling? How do they behave with others? Are they mean or nice?):

Like I mentioned above, David is so nice and charming that people fall for his guise. They will never see him as being a yandere. He's also very nice to you, unless you misbehave.

M - Moonlight (What is their innermost self like?):

Very twisted. He wants you for him and only him. He will do anything, and I mean ANYTHING, to get you to be his.

N - Nurture (How do they care for their darling?):

David is a very physically loving person. He'll usually cuddle you to comfort you, he's also a phenomenal cook. He'll cook you your comfort/safe foods.

O - Oasis (Where would they keep their darling?):

If you met him the natural way, in the house. He'll force you into his room if you've been particularly bad that day. If you meet a different way, in the side room in his basement. You'll probably have to stay in there for a month ir two until he can trust you enough to roam the house. He'll force you to go down there if you're extremely bad however.

P - Police (How will they protect their darling after kidnapping them?):

He'll make you stay in the basement for a month or two before he fully trusts you to be let upstairs into the rest if the house. He will kill anyone that finds out about you in the basement, no one should know about the basement but you and him. It's your little secret :)

Q - Quarter (Would they buy things for their darling? What kind of stuff would they give them?):

He most certainly would buy gifts for you! He probably buys you lots of food and cute stuffed animals. If he knows your interests (which he probably does) he'll buy you everything he can find that relates to that interest. If you mad an Amazon wishlist for things you like, he'd probably find out and buy everything off of it.

R - Ring (How would they propose to their darling?):

He'd probably take you on a vacation to your favorite vacation spot. At sunset on a hike he would propose to you on the top of the hill/mountain you were hiking on. The ring would be a beautiful gold/silver with your birthstone in the middle.

S - Shelter (What measures would they go to protect their darling?):

We already know this man would kill for you.

T - Teddy Bear (How affectionate are they with their darling?):

The most affectionate they can be with you. If you refuse his affection, he will of course be upset, but if he wants you to stay, he has to somewhat respect your boundaries.

U - Utopia (How much effort do they put into making their darling happy?):

David put's in all of his effort. As I mentioned, he will do anything for you.

V - Valentine (How do they act when they were first crushing on their darling?):

He'll act very shy and cute. He will blush if he's around you, he'll stutter when talking to you, etc.

W - Willow (How much freedom do they grant their darling?):

He will grant you very little freedom. You'll be allowed out, but you have to hold his hand at all times. Unless you have to use the bathroom. There is a rare chance that he will let you go out ion your own, but that's when he knows absolutely with out a shadow of a doubt you won't leave him.

X - Xylophone (What song reminds them of their darling?):

Fairytale by Alexander Rybak

Y -Youth (What was life like without their darling?):

He was dead set in finding the one. Lots if lonely nights, one night stands, and blood on his hands.

Z - Zero (What will they fo if they have nothing left?):

David will probably not see a use in life anymore. Without you, he has nothing. He'd probably end it all.

#<33333 #ily <3333 #ilysm <333 #<3 <3 <3 #writing #writers on tumblr #camp camp #camp camp david #david #cc #cc david #yandere alphabet #yandere tw #mentions of murder tw #mentions of suicide tw #david yandere alphabet

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victorluvsalice · 3 years

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Sims Challenge Wednesday: Fallout 4

And for my second challenge -- one themed around the settlement-building mechanics of Fallout 4! Because that felt like a better fit than trying to do the main plot. . . here we go!

Fallout 4 Sims 4 Challenge

Premise: It was all going – fine, you suppose. Sure, you were living in an embarrassing imperialistic and xenophobic nation, which was fighting a terrible war with the other superpower over the last of the oil reserves in the world, but you yourself were doing good. You had a nice home in a little suburb, you could take advantage of personal domestic robots, you were getting enough to eat despite the food shortages – all in all, your life was pretty okay!

And then some asshole had to go and drop the bombs. By sheer luck, you’d been admitted to nearby Vault 111 mere minutes before the alarm sounded, and you made it there just in time. The staff there was very friendly too, telling you that your new life underground could start just as soon as you were decontaminated in these weirdly-cold pods. . .

210 years later, you wake to discover that:

a) you were totally lied to and you’ve been frozen for the past two centuries as part of some mad experiment

b) you are the only survivor of that experiment – everyone else’s pod failed, and a revolt by the security staff six months into your freezing means they all either died or skedaddled long before you woke up

c) oh, and the revolt was over dwindling food supplies, so you can’t even stay in the vault, you’ll starve

So out you venture into the world, to find – hmmm. People seem to be surviving, but they could probably use some help. Good thing you’ve got nothing but time on your hands. Time and the desire to make proper homes for the new friends you’re finding. Time to build a settlement and make it something this post-War world can be proud of!

Now if only you could shake the feeling you ought to be looking for someone. . .

This is a challenge loosely based around being the Sole Survivor of Fallout 4, specifically being the General of the Minutemen and building settlements. The goals are to build up the world of Brindleton bay from some ramshackle farms into a bunch of thriving settlements, create and manage a club for helping others and improving the world, and defeat the nasties that are making life harder for everyone else.

Packs required: Get Together, Get To Work, Cats & Dogs, City Living, Eco Lifestyle, Cottage Living, Island Living, Discover University, StrangerVille

Your Sim: Create your “Sole Survivor” in CAS. They can be a Young Adult or Adult, and have any traits. However, they are only allowed to have two outfits – a set of everyday wear (for everyday, formal, athletic, party, hot weather, and cold weather), and a set of underwear (for sleeping and swimwear). They will get more clothing as they survive out in the world.

Optional: Rather than start right out of the vault, you may play a brief one-week “pre-War” period with your Sole Survivor to gain some skills and whatnot. The Military or Law career is recommended if you want to follow the actual given backstories of the Fallout 4 Sole Survivors (Nate and Nora respectively), but you’re welcome to give them whatever pre-War occupation you like.

Their World: Set up the rest of the save file as per these guidelines:

Go to Brindleton Bay and wipe out all the existing architecture – you can keep the pre-made families, but not their houses. The apocalypse has happened, and the world has got to look the part! (If you really want, you can keep the lighthouse on Deadgrass Isle, but give a makeover to look wrecked.)

Pick one lot in either Sable Square, Whiskerman’s Wharf, or Cavalier’s Cove to serve as your “Diamond City” marketplace. This should include a small bar, a small clothing store, a grocery stall, a food stall, and whatever other stalls and vending machines you think your Sole Survivor could use to survive out in the wasteland.

In a different neighborhood to “Diamond City,” pick another lot to serve as your “Goodneighbor.” Build a lounge there (The Third Rail) with a bar, microphone for a singer, and plenty of seating. If you want, you can double up and have your lounge in the basement and put a little spa-type building (The Memory Den) up top. Feel free to throw in a goodies stall too.

All remaining mainland lots should be residential, and need to have the “Off The Grid” and “Simple Living” lot challenges enabled. You may enable other lot challenges or traits at your discretion (“Filthy” is recommended, given the state of post-nuke Boston in Fallout 4).

Pick two residential lots on the mainland (in different neighborhoods) to serve as “raider outposts.” Build up these lots to have three or four beds under minimal shelter, and off-the-grid compatible appliances. Each of these lots should have three or four Sims on it, all with either the “Mean,” “Hot-Headed,” “Kleptomaniac,” and/or “Slob” traits. Put all these Sims into a “Raider” club (you may choose your own gang name) and set their club activities to encourage them to “Be Mean,” “Fight,” “Swipe Items,” and “Sabotage Items.”

Set up the remaining residential lots with the bare minimum for survival: If the lot has Sims living on it, make a small hut for them to sleep in, with just enough beds for everyone, and one outhouse with a toilet and sink. No working lights, and they must have only a small fridge or cooler. If the lot doesn’t have Sims living on it, you can only have two beds maximum, and no food source at all. You can build whatever structure you wish there. Regardless of whether or not it is occupied, each residential lot must have a woodworking table, and an outdoor cooking station of some description. Other crafting items (candle-making, juice-fizzing, fabrication machine, robotics station, etc) may be placed at your discretion.

Choose an uninhabited lot for your Sole Survivor to start on – once they are moved in, set their money to zero.

Goals: Your Sole Survivor is looking to complete the following:

Build up every empty residential lot in the world so it can support at least five Sims, one pet, and one robot helper

Improve the occupied residential lots so everyone has adequate food, water, and shelter

Complete the Master Maker aspiration

Complete the Leader of the Pack aspiration as the “General of the Minutemen” and build up the club to full strength by befriending the other “settlers” in the world

Defeat all of the raiders in fights and force their club to disband

Rules:

Your Sole Survivor cannot have a normal job, as those just plain don’t exist anymore. They must earn their “caps” via selling things they have found or made (or, with the right traits, swiped) to other Sims, or via doing Odd Jobs for the people already living in the post-War society.

Your Sole Survivor is only allowed to purchase basic build mode items (e.g., walls and wallpaper, floors and flooring, roofs, doors, windows, columns), animal sheds, chicken coops, and basic pet supplies (food bowls and beds) directly from the catalog. Everything else must either be obtained by scavenging (dumpster diving for items or harvesting wild plants), building it themselves (making furniture at the woodworking table or using the fabricator), or “purchasing” it at the DC marketplace (either by genuinely buying it from a stall or visiting the lot and spending money on SOMETHING to represent a shopping trip). This includes clothing – you may either visit the marketplace once every three days to buy a new outfit for any category, or “scavenge” one by finding something that could reasonably contain clothing from a dumpster.

In order to increase the variety of their scavenging, your Sole Survivor may visit the Bramblewood of Henford-on-Bagley, or go on brief vacations to Granite Falls. Other locations depend on if you can make them look suitably post-apocalyptic (for example, creating a post-apocalypse Newcrest or Forgotten Hollow shouldn’t be too hard, but I think you’d be hard-pressed to justify San Myshuno!).

Your Sole Survivor must build up every lot in their world to the standards of a good settlement – enough food, water, and sheltered beds for all residents, along with power for items that may need it: Food is produced by farming crops and owning livestock. A small crop counts as 0.5 units of food; a tree or over-sized crop counts as one unit of food; a chicken coop with at least four chickens, a cow, or a llama counts as two units of food. (Yes, you are strongly encouraged to regularly trade animals for meat – or, if you feel bad, ingredients and produce.) You must have enough units of food to cover all residents (so a minimum of six). Water is produced by setting up dew collectors or water generators. Each dew collector or water generator counts as one unit of water. You must have enough units of water to cover all residents (again, a minimum of six). Sheltered beds are beds in an enclosed area with a roof. There must be one bed per Sim – you may use double beds, but they only count as one bed for one Sim! (Think of it as making sure there’s “spare beds” for anyone passing through who may stay overnight – Fallout 4 has traveling traders, after all!) Power is generated by generators, solar panels, and wind turbines – each provides one unit of power. You don’t technically need any power on your lots, but it will make your settlements happier if you can actually power things like salvaged TVs and computers.

Once a settlement is set up with all the basics, if it is empty, your Sole Survivor should go out and find homeless Sims to populate it. You may move the Sims in normally, or ask them to be roommates – though given your Sole Survivor will be moving to each settlement in turn to “renovate” it, it’s recommended you move in at least one Sim normally to look after everyone. Once you have all the human Sims, your Sole Survivor should adopt a stray cat or dog, then build a helpful robot to help with gardening, repairs, or generally just keeping people happy. Optional: If you have the Dream Home Decorator game pack, you may, at your discretion, allow your Sole Survivor to join THAT career and make use of it to renovate the lots of settlers who already live in the world. Given how buggy the pack is reputed to be, though, I’m not sure how much I recommend this! (Though I guess if you’re just willing to go room by room, since those gigs seem to work relatively well. . .)

Your Sole Survivor needs to form the “Minutemen” club to help out others in the wastes, by befriending other Sims living in the world and inviting them to join. The club’s required activities should include any of the activities from the following list: Be Friendly Tend Animals Tend Garden Fish Woodwork Work Out Build Robots Fabricate Objects Fight (Raiders)

Related, your Sole Survivor needs to get rid of the Raiders making life harder for the people just trying to survive in this world! Have regular fights between your Sole Survivor and their Minutemen versus the Raiders and keep track of the winners and losers – once each Raider has been bested in at least one battle, disband the club. Your Sole Survivor will then take over their outposts to turn them into functioning settlements. The Raiders themselves can either be moved out or rehabilitated and allowed to live in the new world so long as they don’t start too many fights.

Optional Hard Mode – Expand The Map: More space, more problems – rather than setting up in Brindleton Bay, set up in WINDENBURG. You are allowed two community lots to build up “Diamond City” and “Goodneighbor” in this instance, and a third of your choosing.

Optional Hard Mode – Join The Clubs: Your Minutemen are not the only faction out there in the Wasteland – there’s three others, and oh look, they all seem to hate each other. Set up three other clubs, one each for each of the mainland neighborhoods:

The Railroad – required activities “Debate,” “Hack,” “Be Mean (Institute),” “Be Mean (Brotherhood of Steel).”

The Brotherhood of Steel – required activities “Swipe Objects,” “Work Out,” “Be Mean (Railroad),” “Fight (Institute)”

The Institute – required activities “Build Robots,” “Use Science Objects,” “Fight (Railroad),” “Fight (Brotherhood of Steel)”

All members of these clubs should live and hangout on the same lot (The Old North Church and its basement for the Railroad; the Boston Airport for the Brotherhood (though if you think you can make the Prydwen, go for it); the CIT Ruins and the labs beneath it for the Institute). Make sure they all dislike each other, and make them all “invitation only” clubs. Your Sole Survivor needs to join all of these clubs, work toward becoming the leader of each other, then decide who stays and who goes based on your “ending:”

Railroad Ending – Disband the Institute and the Brotherhood of Steel once you’re the leader. Exile the members of each from the world.

Brotherhood of Steel Ending – Disband the Institute and the Railroad once you’re the leader. Exile the members of each from the world.

Institute Ending – Disband the Railroad and the Brotherhood of Steel once you’re the leader. Exile the members of each from the world.

Minuteman Ending – Disband the Institute once you’re the leader – at your discretion, the members may keep their lot, though they have to give up their basement labs and live in the ruins up top. The other two clubs may remain depending on how friendly their members are with your own Minutemen club. Check everyone’s relationships with each other – if the majority of either club hates the majority of the Minutemen, that club must be disbanded.

Given the size of this hard mode, I would recommend running it in tandem with “Expand the Map” above so you have more room to breathe with each club!

Optional Hard Mode – Automatron DLC: Create a placeholder Sim, get their Robotics up to ten, have them make a Servo, then kill the Sim and either let the Servo live on the lot alone or have them wander as a homeless NPC. In order to get access to the Robotics station, your Sole Survivor must find and befriend this Servo.

Optional Hard Mode – Vault-Tec DLC: One of your lots is not a traditional settlement, but an unfinished Vault-Tec vault! This settlement must be built entirely underground, and does not have any beds, water, or food when your Sole Survivor arrives. However, it does have at least three generators for power! Also, the first Sim you recruit to live there must have either the “Good” or the “Goofball” trait.

#fallout 4 #sims 4 #sims challenge #fallout 4 sims challenge #oh man this one took WAY longer to whip into shape #I KNEW what I wanted to do with it #but figuring out exactly what rules I wanted was tricky #but I'm decently happy with what resulted #again this is the 'rough draft'#feel free to tweak and adjust to your heart's content #this one's probably an especially hard challenge given the rules but #well hopefully if you like settlement building in Sims 4 #queued

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 3 years

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🌎 CULTURAL DIFFERENCES 🌍

Prompt: Y/N and Baron decide to take a big step in their relationship and moving in together. Everything seems to go pretty smoothly for them, until they bump into some little (and sometimes fun) cultural differences.

Word count: Long-ish

Pairing: Baron Corbin x Reader

Warnings: Apart from some cultural beliefs and cursing, nothing really.

Notes: I wanted to go smooth with my first fic with this giant teddy bear as a character. This little story is all based on my own country cultural beliefs. I’ve heard all of this ever since I was a little girl ok? None of this was made up! It’s written in both Y/N’s and Baron’s POV. Each scene is isolated, they do not complete each other. Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

“Y/N, can you please explain to me why in the hell do you need all of this?” He lifts up my perfectly organized (and not so small) jewelry box

“Babe, please put that down. You’ll take all of my stuff out of order” I say as I’m finishing doing my hair

He places the box down and start to dig through the drawers.

“Jesus, babe! Did you robbed a bank to buy all of these?” He’s incredibly amused by the amount of different shapes and sizes pieces.

“Don’t let your eyes fool ya, Corbin” I laugh “Only the ones on the first drawer to the left are real”

He takes a silver thick chain with small discreet rhinestones on it and stares at the piece of jewelry.

“Oh, those are nice” I say “You can borrow ‘em if you’d like”

He looks at me “I would prefer to borrow these instead” He lifted up a golden bracelet with colorful rhinestones shaped as butterflies “What do you think? Should I wear these to work? Do you think they’ll match my outfit?” He playfully places the bracelet on top of his t-shirt, obviously mocking me, since I do the same thing when I ask his opinion.

“Shut up Corbin!” I laughed

“Why do you need so much bracelets, earrings, hoops, necklaces and rings?” He says

I look at him defiantly “Why do you need so many watches, cigars, vintage lighters and expensive cars?” I crook one eyebrow at him

“Touché, princess. My excuse is because I can, yours?” He playfully smirks

“Because that’s who I am! I grew up surrounded by women full of jewelry, lipstick and these” I show him my long nails as I stick my tongue out just like a child would

“I like those” He pointed at my nails “They feel real good when you pair them up with sweet moans begging me to go harder” He gives me one of his cocky smirks

“You’re so full of yourself” I defeatedly say

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“Hey baby girl, what you’re up to? WOW something smells really good in here”

“Oh hi” I look at Baron as he entered the kitchen “Thanks! I’m making dinner” I smile

“Oh yeah?!” He lifts a lid from one of the saucepans “What you’re cooking?”

“Nothing crazy, just a simple regular dinner. White rice, beans, some meat with potato and carrots, broccoli and cauliflower for salad. Plus milk pudding for desert, the same one my grandma always made”

“And that’s your idea of ‘simple dinner’?” He asks amused

“It is simple”

“When you said simple I thought you‘ve meant, meat and some bread or something like that” He vaguely said

“That’s like a snack, not proper dinner Baron”.

“It’s pretty common to have that for dinner you know”

I look at him in disbelief “If I ever suggested that as a dinner option back in my family’s house I would’ve been told to shut up and eat my goddamn vegetables! A proper meal isn’t a proper meal if it doesn’t have rice and beans.”

He laughs “Do you need me to get the beans for you?”

“Do you have it?” I gasp in shock

“Of course” He goes and opens one of the upper kitchen cabinets taking out a can of beans “Here” He hand it to me

My eyes widened “Please don’t tell me you eat this crap!” As I shake the can in front of his face

“What’s wrong with it?” He asks offended

“Everything Baron! If it comes in a can is not good for you! I’m talking about cooking dried beans, real beans. Not this pathetic excuse for a bean”.

“They taste the same Y/N”

“Have you ever eaten freshly cooked beans?” I ask defiantly

“No, but-“

“Then you have no right of opinion on this debate!” I huffed and he rolled his eyes

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“What in the actual fuck?” I say as I got up from the bed.

I followed the very loud music coming from downstairs in the living room to find Y/N in some skimpy clothes, barefoot with her hair up in a bun singing and dancing to whatever rhythm that was. I go to the radio and turn the music down. Making her look behind.

“Oh you’re awake” She smiles fondly

“How could I not be with this deafening loud music? What are you doing?”

“It’s Saturday babe” She says as if that was supposed to mean something

“Yeah I know! It’s also fucking 8 a.m. and my day off! I would like to still be asleep!” I say angrily

“But it’s Saturday” She says again

“And what’s that suppose to mean Y/N?”

“Saturday is the official house cleaning day, love” She speaks slowly as if she was talking to a child “Would you like to take the bedrooms and bathrooms or the living and dining room plus the kitchen?” She smiled

“Are you fucking kidding me Y/N? I would like to sleep! Sleep until fucking noon damn it! Official house cleaning day my ass” I scream as I make my way back to the bedroom slamming the door.

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“WHAT ARE YOU DOING BARON?” She yelled

“Jesus fuck, you scared me! I’m cleaning as you can see” I say as I grab another piece of paper towel to clean the oven

“With paper towels?! Do you plan to bankrupt us and kill the environment too?”

“And what am I supposed to use to clean it?” I ask impatiently

She reaches one of the lower drawers and take a piece of one of her old shirts from it and hand it to me.

I just stare at her confused. She sighs before saying

“You use this to clean it, after you’re done you’ll wash it, put down to dry and once is dried you’ll store it back in the drawer again for future cleaning uses! That’ll save money and prevent more trees to get killed so you can clean your oven! Do I have to teach you everything babe?” She throws her hands in the air “Unbelievable” As she lefts me with a puzzled look on my face.

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“Baron love, have you seen my purse?”

“Oh yeah, I’ve put it in there” He points to his side of the bed as he continues with his eyes glued to his video game.

“Ok, than- Baron!” I run towards my purse, snatching it quickly from the floor “Why did you put my purse on the floor?”

“Baby, where was I suppose to put it?”

“Not on the floor! I would like to keep my money you know?!” I huffed

“And what does your purse being on the floor has to do with you keeping your money?”

“EVERYTHING! You should know that placing your purse or wallet on the floor makes your money vanish”

“WHAT? Y/N, I’m sorry but that makes zero sense princess!”

“Shut up Corbin, you know nothing!”

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“Baron, can you get the broom for me please?” I ask as he passed by me

“Yeah, sure”

He comes back with the broom on his hand “Here, I’ll help you” As he swiped the floor

“Thank you, my love”

A few minutes after I felt the biggest fear of my life becoming true

“Oh, sorry kitten...Are you ok?”

“Baron” I whisper “Please tell me that I’m getting delusional and you didn’t swipe my feet just now”

“Yeah I did, but-“ I raised my hand for him to stop talking

“Did I do something wrong?” He asks

“Yes you did. In fact, I’m never gonna get married now thanks to you!”

“What?” He chuckled “Please don’t tell me that this is one more of your crazy superstitions?” He’s full on laughing now

“Stop laughing dumb ass! It’s not funny and you should respect those things you know?!” I say annoyed

“Whatever you say babe” He dries his tears of laughter

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“For God’s sake what is this awful smell?” I ask to myself as I entered the living room door “Y/N?”

She didn’t answer me. I decided to go on a hunt for my own woman inside my house, when I heard some mumbling

“Y/N, what are you doing?”

“Shhhh Baron, don’t interrupt me!”

“What on earth is this cursed smell?” I ask ignoring her

“It’s sage and some herbs” She whispers

“I’ve had a bad dream, so this will keep all of the bad juju out of here!” She says

“You know that will-“ As soon as I was about to remind her of the smoke alarm the little prick showed himself

“Oh fuck! I forgot about that, damn it! Shut up you evil little thing!” She says as she steps on the couch and wave her hands at it “Baron! Don’t just stand there, do something boy! Go get me a piece of cloth of something like that!” As she frantically waves her hands to prevent the smoke from going to the alarm

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“Good morning kitten” I lean down to peck her lips

“Good morning handsome” She smiles “Coffee?”

“Yes, please”

She fills one mug with black coffee and give it to me

“Thanks baby” I take a gulp “You know, I’ve had this crazy dream last night”

“Oh yeah? About what, love?”

“There was this monkey and a deer. I was chasing them or something, I don’t know it was just so weird” I look at Y/N to find her typing ferociously on her phone

“Is everything ok, kitten?”

“Sure babe! I’m just texting my sister to mark me some numbers at the loteria”

“Why?”

“Because of your dream Baron! The monkey and the deer. They have a number at the loteria so who knows? Maybe we’ll gain some money at it to save it up?”

“But we don’t need money” I look at her almost laughing

“Still” She raises her eyebrows

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“Yeah?” I scream

*Is she really gonna make me go down there?* I sighed

“Yeah baby girl?” I ask as I open the door

“What?” She asks confused

“What do you want babe? You were calling me” I say

“No I wasn’t!”

“Yes you were Y/N, I was in the bedroom unpacking and I heard you clearly call for me two times”

“Baron, I swear on my mother’s life I did not called for you” She whispers, all the blood drained out from her face

“Oh, then I guess I misheard it”

“When you heard someone call for you, did you answered out loud?” She asks with fear in her eyes

“Well yeah! I thought you were the one who was calling me in the first place!”

She stood up from her office chair grabbing a small glass bottle with some water in it. She toss some of the water on her then on me

“What the fuck babe? What’s that?” I ask slightly angry

“Holy water! You heard something call for you with my voice, and you answered! Babe that is a bad omen, that means something evil is walking around here...Oh my God” She gasps in shock “Xander! We gotta bless him with some holy water too, we gotta protect him Baron! Oh no my poor baby Xander” She runs through the the hallway screaming for Xander.

Soon after she returns with Xander by her side. “He’s good now, thank God!” She reaches for her desk’s drawer again and grabbed a spray bottle “C’mon Baron, we’ve got to spray holy water in all of the doors and windows so it will scare away whatever that thing that called for you was” She lives her office again with the spray bottle in hand and a faithful Xander by her side.

God, why on earth did I decided to move in with that woman? She drives me crazy! But I would be lying if I said she wasn’t fun...

#baron corbin #baron corbin fanfic #baron corbin fanfiction #baron corbin x reader #baron corbin one shot #baron corbin imagine #king corbin #wwe one shot #wwe imagine #wwe fanfiction #masochist writes

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kiribaku-queen · 3 years

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Secret Hero [9/10]

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Angst, Drama, AU

Word Count: 3.4K

A/N: Yikes! My bad for the silent 2 weeks! It’s been forever hasn’t it? Well I’m getting back into the groove of things and hopefully I can balance everything I’m already doing on top of Christmas gifts and whatnot. If you need a refresher, please go back and read the chapters again. But other than that, please let me know what you think and I can’t wait for the last chapter of the series next week!!! <3 Happy reading my loves! And don’t forget to let me know if you want to be tagged!

Summary: After becoming the number 2 hero, Bakugou accomplished everything he ever wanted. He beat Deku in a few matches, even if he wasn’t the number 1 hero. He got all the fame, beat countless villains, was acknowledged by all his friends and family. But he wasn’t satisfied. He wasn’t happy. Bakugou realized that this wasn’t the life he wanted. So he left the life of a hero and decided to hide to live the rest of his life as a normal person.

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You could finally say that you found your person. Bakugou was already back with you, you didn’t even need to persuade him. After your rather surprise kiss from Bakugou in the train station, you were already ready to persuade him to stay. You didn’t have to say anything because he was already taking your hand in his and led you out of the station and back to your apartment.

Speaking of your apartment, Ushijima no longer lived there. He respected your decision and although he was still trying to talk you into marrying him one last time, the moment he saw Bakugou’s face and the look you gave each other, he knew he lost. What could he say? What could he do? Be the asshole of the story? Please, he didn’t have the energy to keep that up. But your mother wasn’t very happy about the news.

When you told her that the engagement was off, she was livid. She was telling you how much better off you’d be marrying Ushijima. You’d be happier. Richer. You’d be with a handsome man who is successful and therefore, you would be successful. He has a stable job and can take care of you for the rest of your life. All that was certainly true. Except you weren’t happy. Yet, even knowing that fact, your mother refused to believe you wouldn’t be happy in the future. It was like you were throwing your whole life away. So, your mother kept insisting the wedding to continue. Even with Ushijima interfering and saying that the wedding was off, she didn’t want that.

You and Bakugou were pretty persistent though. It took lots of convincing to get your mother on your side. And that may or may not include Bakugou sending your mother gifts every single day. What kinds of gifts? The one that will always capture the heart of a women. Flowers, chocolates, fruit bouquets, luxury items in a gift basket. Need you say more? Eventually she approved, but it took her a while.

So now, you actually moved out of your apartment and into Bakugou’s. Well, not necessarily moved out? You still have your apartment, but you’re over at his so much that you basically live there now. Surprisingly, his apartment is very nice and spacious. Almost to the level of your apartment. You wonder how he could afford that with his construction job, but you weren’t one to pry… just yet.

You were cooking dinner for the both of you in Bakugou’s apartment. Of course, you had a spare key thanks to Bakugou gifting it to you for your one month together. Bakugou had yet to come home yet so you were taking your sweet time cooking up that delicious recipe of yours. It was getting a little quiet in the apartment so you turned your phone on to fill the space.

Music? Oh no. The news. That’s what happens when you get older: you watch the news while cooking. Nothing too important came on. A little bit of this and a little bit of that. You zoned out a few times since the news was just backgrounds noise. But you started to tune in when the news reporter talked about a story on the local, mysterious hero and who was this man? You heart did a little leap in your chest thinking about the hero. He’s saved you a few times, which is unreal first of all. Second of all, he was dreamy! You could never talk to him because he would always leave in a hurry. The only time you did have a talk was when he first came to town. But that was ages ago! Sure, you remember the encounter but you knew nothing of what he looked like, what he sounded like or what you guys even talked about. Even these pictures the media takes don’t do him justice. They are always blurry or too dark to see anything.

The news reporters were in the middle of their story when Bakugou came back from his shift. You immediately stopped what you were doing: turned off the stove and everything to jump in his arms to greet him.

“Welcome home!” you squealed, wrapping your legs around his waist while he digs his nose in the crook of your neck.

“I missed you,” he confessed, taking in a whiff of your scent. It wasn’t long until he started smelling something else, something more delicious and mouth-watering. “And I miss food. What you cooking?” he lets you down and heads towards the kitchen.

All eyes were now on your almost finished food. You quickly turned back on the stove to give it the finishing touches before serving it. You wanted to finish cooking so that you could finally eat, but Bakugou had other plans. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and took a good whiff of your food.

“Mm, smells good,” he says.

“I’m almost done,” you giggle when his nose touches the back of your neck.

“Smells so good, I might have to take a bite now,” Bakugou teased, opening his mouth to lightly bite the sensitive area on your neck.

“Bakugou Katsuki!” you scream and try to get away from him. But the more you try to get out of his embrace, the tighter his arms become around you, making it nearly impossible for you to escape. Nearly. You managed to escape his embrace but soon found yourself trapped between the counter and your hungry boyfriend.

“You can get dessert later,” you scolded him, hitting him playfully on the chest.

“Baby, I want some now,” he lowers his voice that makes him sound oh so seductive. His eyes were looking you up and down. He bites his lower lip in the way that makes your legs melt. Oh he meant business now. You were mesmerized and put in a trance the closer his body came. You mind was telling you to wait, at least until after dinner and you could have all the fun you want. Plus, if you did it now, your dinner would get cold and then it would all be to waste because of your needs. But your body was falling for his charms so badly. And you almost gave in, if it wasn’t for a noticeable bruise on his cheek and that cut on his lip. That’s when you completely snapped out of it and held his face to get a closer inspection.

“Woah, I like it when you take charge,” Bakugou continued to flirt, not knowing that you can found marks on his face and change attitudes in a split second.

“What happened?” you asked with a concerned frown on your face. Oh, that’s what you were talking about? Bakugou cleared his throat and slowly turned away from you, like he was completely disregarding the topic.

“Bakugou,” you whined, making him turn to face you.

“I just- got a few marks from working, that’s all,” he reassured you, but you were suspicious. What was he doing that he got cuts on his face? Sure, maybe his hands or his legs. But the face?

“What were you doing at work that made your face like this?” you asked. No matter what kind of situations you put yourself in, it made no sense to get that beat up as a construction worker.

“Work is so fast paced. Sometimes I don’t even know I got hurt until hours later. I feel fine. See? Doesn’t hurt,” he poked his face and he wasn’t flinching one bit. Maybe you were overreacting a little bit. Bakugou could tell on your face that you wanted to continue to talk about it until you got a satisfying answer, so he changed the subject real fast. He couldn’t have you knowing how he really got those bruises.

“What ya watching?” he asked, turning your attention away from his face and back to the news on your phone. They took a commercial break and were now continuing on with the story of who Ground Zero really is.

“Don’t you want to know who this hero is?” you started the conversation, your eyes glued to the screen.

“Not really. Why, do you?”

“Yes! You’re not curious?” you looked at him with wide eyes, like he was crazy for not wanting to know what the whole city wants to know.

“Why do you care so much anyway?” he asks like he doesn’t care and is uninterested when really, his ears are all open.

“He’s just so cool! He appears out of nowhere and saves this town from crime? Not even our police does that good of a job. It’s refreshing to see a hero, a real hero, here. Did you know he saved me a few times? Don’t be jealous, babe. But he was something. It’s just weird that he only appears at night, you know? Crime happens at all times of the day, but he only shows up at night where you can’t see his face that well. He also wears a mask, too. So I guess that’s another reason why we can’t figure out who he is. But isn’t that weird, babe? Makes me want to know who he is,” you went on a rant, talking about everything and anything you knew about him. Bakugou’s eyes softened when you talked about him. He didn’t know you were so passionate about his secret hero life. The way you were talking about the hero makes it seem like you have a crush on him. How cute. You were dating him in real life and you have a crush on him as a hero? You really couldn’t get enough of him.

Ever since that news story came out about him, the whole town was buzzing about who could this mysterious hero be? Who is he? Where did he come from? And why is he here, saving this city? So many questions were left unanswered. Of course, there were some conspiracy theories but none of them could be proven. There were some so determined to find out who this guy was that they were hunting him down.

Every time Bakugou found himself in a villain fight, best believe that there would be paparazzi or civilians with their bright phones out, trying to get a good picture of his face in. Annoying as it was, he was also determined to keep his identity a secret. That meant hiding his face from the phones as he was fighting. Not only did he have to try to hide away from paparazzi, but he also had to hide his scratches from you.

He was a good hero. Good fighter and can capture any villain coming his way. Now, that doesn’t mean they couldn’t land a punch or two on him. Sometimes he wasn’t trying his hardest and would land a lucky punch. Or he could underestimate his opponent and they would surprise him with a few punches.

He had to be careful because you were observant. Like very observant. If anything was off, you would notice it right away. And Bakugou was getting these wounds more often than you would like. Bakugou would lie and insist that they were from work, but he knew that you weren’t buying it. For some reason, you didn’t press on about it. And that made him nervous. Did you know? Or did you not care?

Word got out fast in this town. And it just so happens that three certain heroes were passing by and overheard this news.

“Bingo.”

It was rare that both of you had days off. Today was one of those days. What other way to spend together than run some errands, go home to cook some amazing food, and chill on the couch watching TV?

You were browsing the aisle while Bakugou was following behind with a cart full of groceries. Instead of one of you just cooking, it was decided that both of you were going to make a collaboration dish. It included a lot of ingredients, but you were sure it was going to turn out amazing like always.

At the same time, Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, and Kirishima Eijirou entered the same store. Kirishima and Uraraka were complaining that their stomachs were literally eating itself and they had to get snacks or else they’d turn into puddy. So to the nearest supermarket they went. Who would have thought, after weeks of searching, they’d find the one they’ve been looking for.

“Oi, is that..?” Kirishima started and Uraraka could only nod slowly.

“Yeah…” It was Bakugou Katsuki in the flesh. He hasn’t seen them yet. No. He was too focused wrapping his arms around his girlfriend and pecking her with kisses as she tries pushing him away, laughing. The sight was definitely… something. Was this really Bakugou Katsuki? The Bakugou they knew was loud, aggressive, mean. He wasn’t the type to fall in love. He never even looked in a woman’s direction.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Izuku marched towards the blonde and his significant other, the other two heroes following closely behind. They only took a few steps when a elderly woman stopped them from approaching their long lost friend.

“Wha-” Izuku was startled by the small lady’s presence. If he didn’t stop in time, he was sure to run over her like a bug. By accident, of course.

“I’d leave them alone, if I were you,” she stated. That confused the trio. “Those two have been through so much and they are finally able to be together with no obstacles in their way. Don’t bother the lovely couple.” The old lady shooed the trio away from you two. Izuku looked back at this friend. Bakugou was looking down at you with the sweetest smile. He looked happy for once. He looked like he was genuinely happy. Izuku saw the love in Bakugou’s eyes and he felt immediate guilt. Bakugou was happy, but the world needed him. Shit, what was he going to do now?

You were in the middle of prepping your ingredients for tonight’s dinner. Bakugou was supposed to help you, but he’s been stuck in the bathroom for 30 minutes, so you started without him. When you were about finished, a knock at the door scared you. You never got visitors, so who could possibly be at the door? You wiped your hands on your pants and went to open the door. Three strangers, whom you’ve never seen before in your life, were standing in front of you.

“Hi. Can I help you?” you asked.

“Hi, is Kacchan there?” The one in the middle with green curly hair spoke. You tilted your heard upon hearing that name.

“Kacchan? You must have gotten the wrong place. No one by ‘Kacchan’ lives here,” you informed them. The one in the middle shook his head and apologized.

“I’m sorry. I meant, is Bakugou Katsuki there?” Mm? They were looking for your boyfriend? Now you were confused even more. Bakugou never mentioned people were coming over. Actually, he never mentioned having friends ever. Nonetheless, they knew your boyfriend so it would be rude to have them stand outside like that. You invited them in, allowing them to sit on the sofa. You prepped some tea and set it down for them to help themselves. Then, you were freaking out, going to find your boyfriend because who the hell were these built yet very attractive people doing here?

“Katsuki?” you called for your boyfriend. Thank god he got out of the bathroom on time. You ran up to him, clenching onto his arm.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, defense up.

“Three people were asking for you so I let them in and they are on your couch right now. They were kind of intimidating. They were all so built and muscular, kind of like you. I don’t know what they want though. The one with the green, curly hair talked the most and they asked for a ‘Kacchan’ at first but I didn’t know who that was and then-” you started rambling on because of how nervous you were. But the moment he heard about a green haired boy and ‘Kacchan’, his stomach dropped.

“Okay, okay. Babe, calm down. Let me handle this,” Bakugou grabbed onto your shoulders in a comforting matter and headed out to the living room. You were curious about who these people were so of course, you also joined him.

The three strangers helped themselves to a cup of tea and talked among themselves before Bakugou came out to greet them. The moment the former blonde hero comes into view, all three of them shot up.

“Kacchan,” Deku was the first to speak but Kirishima was the first to come up to him and give him a manly hug.

“We missed you, bro,” Kirishima almost sobbed. Bakugou hugged him back, the feeling of nostalgia coming back to him.

“Missed you, too,” Bakugou confessed. He gave Uraraka a smile and nod, her returning the favor. Bakugou went up to his old friend who was already in tears and patted him on the shoulder.

“Kacchan!” Deku lifted his arm and cried in his sleeve, masking his crying face. Bakugou’s gaze softened. Letting his guard down for this one time, he pulled Izuku in for a hug. A shock to all, but Izuku wasn’t going to pass this opportunity up and hugged him back.

“Aren’t you a little too old to be crying like a baby,” Bakugou teased. While Bakugou was have a small reunion with his old friends, you watched the whole event unfold. It was like you were seeing a different side to Bakugou. And you thought you knew him pretty well.

Bakugou’s three friends sat on the couch while you and Bakugou pulled up two chairs and sat right across from them. It was silent, neither side knowing where or how to start. You got a good look at all of them. They had scars all over, the men especially. When you looked over at the girl, you couldn’t help but feel insecure. She was gorgeous. Perfect body, cute face. She was looking at Bakugou. When you side glanced at your boyfriend, he was looking down, avoiding everyone’s stares. You looked back at her and couldn’t help but think, did they use to have a thing? While you were deep in your insecure thoughts, Uraraka cleared her throat to fill the awkward silence. If no one was going to speak, she will.

“I’m Uraraka. This is Deku, and that one over there is Kirishima. We’re Bakugou’s old classmates,” she explained. You nodded your head. This was the first time you were hearing about Bakugou’s past. Every time you brought it up, he would avoid it or change topics. So this conversation was intriguing you. “And what’s your name?”

“Ah, I’m (y/n),” you introduced yourself.

“My girlfriend,” Bakugou added, confidently. You looked at him embarrassed, but he wasn’t afraid to show you off.

“Who could have thought grumpy Bakugou here could get a girl? How’d you do it, bro? Show off your cool explosions? Save her from those horrible villains?” Kirishima’s blabber mouth went on and on. But you had no idea what he was talking about. Grumpy? Your Bakugou wasn’t grumpy or angry. Explosions? Beating villains? How could your Bakugou do that? He was quirkless, just like you. You looked at Bakugou to help give you answers but he was avoiding your stare and trying to get Kirishima to shut up.

“There’s no way he’d flirt with his explosions. That’d scare her away. He probably showed her tricks with his quirk,” Uraraka chimed in. Bakugou by now was sweating. Everything was going downhill.

“You have a quirk?” you asked in disbelief at Bakugou. Shit, shit shit. Bakugou wanted to explain but nothing was coming out of his mouth.

“You didn’t know?” Uraraka asked innocently. “You’d have to know that he was a hero… right?” wrong. Dead silence. Your mouth was slightly ajar and Bakugou hung his head low. He had a headache now. The trio sensed that something was wrong but Kirishima had to go on a say more.

“Wait till she finds out that the top 4 heroes are sitting right in front of her,” Kirishima whispered not so quietly.

“The… top 4 heroes?” you emphasized, not believing that you were hearing correctly.

“Well, cat’s out of the bag. I’m the number 4 hero: Red Riot. Uraraka is number 3: Uravity. Izuku is the number 1 hero: Deku. And our man here is the number 2 hero: Ground Zero.” You felt like your ears were deceiving you. That, or you swear you were dreaming. You weren’t even mad, just in complete shock. You slowly faced your boyfriend, who you thought you knew so well. Now he was like a stranger because what did you know about him? What was the truth?

“You’re Ground Zero?”

A/N: Okay, I know Bakugou’s official hero name is Dynamight, but I’m going to keep it Ground Zero for this series. In later stories, I will be correcting it to Dynamight!

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#bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou #bakugou #bnha bakugou #bakugou imagine #bnha imagines #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

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99problemsallinmyhead · 3 years

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this post is for anyone who knows what it’s like, how it feels to lose a parent at a young age and for the other parent to get remarried a year later...

back in 2010 when i was 14 and my mom was in the hospice because of her breast cancer taking over her body. i remember feeling my heart as it shattered into a million pieces the second i was told she had passed. i remember falling to the ground crying.

not long after my mom had passed, our dad would toss us $40 for pizza and leave for the weekend and we would barely see him. i remember feeling like i had become an orphan, because my dad was around, just not for us much.

in under a year he already moved on to someone else. he would constantly compare her to our mom, telling us that “oh she’s a lot like your mom you know” but she wasn’t. she is nothing like my mom.

my mom NEVER would have put us through what she did. suddenly everything was about her and making her happy. we didn’t matter anymore...at least that’s how it felt. we were just 3 teenagers who had just lost their mother after watching her slowly die in front of them for about 7 years. i can hardly remember a time where she wasn’t in constant pain but she somehow always had a smile for us. but anyways, this new woman wasn’t her. i would put song lyrics on my facebook page or just post something relevant to my life and she immediately made it about her, screaming at me about making all these “statuses” when she had posted a status that actually was about me saying i chase rock bands too much instead of getting a “real job” but did she ever think that maybe those “rock bands” where the ONLY thing that kept me alive at the time?

i was fucking miserable. all i thought about all the time was how i wanted to die. she victimized herself with everything, claiming that we were the “problem” because we finally spoke up to her abuse and she wanted to make us look like the problem. any problem that ever happened was because of the way she would treat us. it got so bad that i was AFRAID to go upstairs to use the bathroom, i starved myself most days just to avoid being near her because anytime i was, there always seemed to be something for her to scream at me for. i bought a microwave for downstairs just so i could keep food in the downstairs fridge and cook it if i needed to. id have showers and use my brothers bathroom downstairs just so i could avoid the anxiety of being close to her. i was scared of her. completely mortified. my dad promised me i could get a cat of my own once Loki was gone so after my sister moved out i got a fur baby of my own to help with my anxiety and depression. i was taking care of her and paying for everything myself. she made it a huge deal and forced me to get rid of her so she was moved to my aunts house till i could take her. once i got her back she threatened me telling me the spca is being notified when there was NO neglect. i got to keep my cat. One day i woke up to repetitive loud banging, only to hear her yelling “IT’S TIME TO WAKE THE FUCK UP AND FIND A JOB AND A PLACE TO LIVE” “YOU HAVE FOUR DAYS TO FIND A JOB AND A PLACE TO LIVE”(i had a part time job and paid my rent monthly at this time while she would sell crap on bidding wars on facebook yet i was the one with “not a real job”) she did this multiple mornings in a row, slamming the garage door that was right beside my bedroom at 7am while my dad was at work. i heard her call me a lazy bitch as she stormed back inside.

I DO NOT DO SHIT FOR PEOPLE WHO SHOW ME ZERO FUCKING RESPECT LET ALONE SOMEONE WHO JUST FUCKING YELLS AT ME. THERE IS ZERO REASON TO BE A MASSIVE BITCH AND IT WILL GET YOU KNOWHERE WITH ME.

she turned anything that we said or did into some sort of “game” and we were the only ones who ever had to apologize. when she’s supposed to be an ADULT but she can’t even owe up to her actions let alone accept the consequences. she told me im “so much further behind my peers, mentally, emotionally and otherwise” who the fuck says that to someones kid? and our dad just lets her get away with it all. shes never held accountable and we always are expected to just apologize for our REACTIONS to her ABUSE and just be friends with her. but im done.

i am not letting someone who abused me be considered my “family”. i gave her multiple chances and she’s never going to change. slamming doors make me have panic attacks and give me major anxiety now because of what she did.

she blamed her dogs death on my sister saying she “poisoned” them SHE WAS WITH ME THE ENTIRE TIME SHE WOULD COME OVER TO CARE FOR OUR MOMS DOG. WORKED IN THE VET FIELD AND DIDNT GO NEAR HER DOGS. she made assumptions that my boyfriend was a “juvenile delinquent” based off of meeting him ONE TIME. when i told my dad, he said that she never said that but i know she did but of course she wouldn’t tell him.

She completely destroyed our family. we stopped seeing our moms side because of her, my dad barely speaks to me now because of her and he refuses to listen to anything we’ve said about her and how she’s made us feel. she completely secluded my sister for years. none of us want to be around her but he still won’t listen. she’s threatened multiple times to “pack her bags and leave”

years ago my dad told me i was being selfish, but the only reason i agreed to him marrying her was because i wanted him to be happy but i didn’t think it’d end up this fucked. i miss my dad. the one who wasn’t controlled by an absolute psycho. i HATE when he calls her kimmy. i HATE when people call her Kim. i’ve never disliked someone more. but hey, what do expect from a narcissist?

#narcissist #abuse #stepmonster #truestory #trigger warning #loss of a parent #depression #anxiety

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purplesurveys · 2 years

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Have you ever gone a full day without interacting with another person? It’s very possible that I have, yeah. Probably a few times when I was depressed.

How many relationships have you been in that lasted less than a year? One.

Where were you going the last time you were on a plane? “Back home” would be the technically correct answer, but I was coming back from Bicol.

Where were you going the last time you were on a train? I was headed to Manila with Jum to go toooooo I wanna sayyy to the Senate office to cover a story. Yeah, I’m pretty sure that was it.

Do you think having a bad temper is a sign of immaturity? Not necessarily, but it depends on what the bad temper stems from, like how being unnecessarily pissy towards fast food crew is something I find immature.

Have you ever been significantly more physically fit than you are now? I’ve never considered myself that. I guess I’m lucky in a sense that my body already naturally looks ‘fit’ to begin with, but I’ve never actually put in the work.

When growing up, did your parents keep the house very tidy? My mom certainly did, and she still does. She’s huge on tidiness.

When you shop at IKEA, do you always stop to eat a snack/meal in the cafeteria? I’ve never been to the only (and newly-opened) Ikea here because it still has a lot of hype around it and gets crazy queues every single day. I’ll try those meatballs I keep hearing about when people finally stop caring, lol.

How many watches do you own? Approximately zero.

Are there any ways in which you greatly differ from everyone else in your family? I’m the most outspoken person in the family, immediate and extended. Everyone prefers to be passive to keep the peace or whatever.

Should teenagers be allowed to have their cell phones with them in class? Coming from a background where gadgets were entirely prohibited in school, I honestly don’t see the issue with not being allowed to bring cellphones to class lol. Like I’m not against it, I just don’t have beef with such a restriction. Laptops are a different story though; I feel like that’s almost a necessity now.

Do you have any gay relatives? Probably.

What task are you behind on? Learning how to cook.

Have you ever had to have a pet put down? No.

Have you unfollowed, deleted, or blocked anyone on social media recently? I unfriended this media contact that went on one of those shitty “respect my political beliefs” that I hate so much. I haven’t been in touch with her for more than a year now anyway so there was no reason to keep her hanging around in my feed.

If so, what was the reason? Haha sorry I already beat ya to it.

How many cups of coffee do you typically drink per day? Just one. I’m a lot slower with coffee now – I’m never even able to finish a full mug these days. Probably for the best.

Do you know what your vocal range is? No.

When was the last time you spoke to your parents? Just a few hours ago. I got to catch my dad on video call so I got to talk to him too.

What's the biggest financial mistake you've ever made? That period last year when I first got into K-Pop and was spending more than the amount I was earning. Never again lol, I barely touch my bank account now.

Have you had sex in the past week? No.

Do you like metal music? It’s not my go-to genre but like I also wouldn’t turn the volume down.

If so, what sub-genres of metal do you like the best? -

Have you ever turned down someone who didn't handle the rejection well? Nope.

How large is your largest scar, and what is it from? The scars on my fourth and pinky toes from a bike accident as a kid.

Who was the last person you sincerely thanked? Liara, my associate. She’s such a trooper.

When was the last time you went for a walk? I rarely go on walks.

Have you ever been in a relationship where there was a large difference in maturity levels? Kind of, in some ways. The last person I was with refused to say sorry, ever. She also had a magical ability to turn any situation around and make issues seem like my fault, when it wasn’t that way to begin with.

What is the coldest month of the year where you live? January.

When cooking a meal, do you clean up as you go or wait til you're done? In the rare times I’ve been found in the kitchen copying a dish I’ve found on the internet, I usually just have everything rack up and clean everything once I’m done.

Do you develop crushes easily? No haha it’s the complete opposite because I never get crushes.

What's the longest you've ever stayed as a guest at someone's house? A little over a day, at Rita’s.

Are there any colleges or universities in the town you live in? Yes, there’s one literally right beside my subdivision.

Do you use a passport wallet when you travel to other countries? No, I carry just the passport.

How bad was your acne when you were a teenager? I was one of the lucky ones. I’d get a zit once every few months but it would disappear after a day or so.

Would you rather exercise on an elliptical or a stationary bike? I’d rather, like...not exercise. Hahaha. But I want to try an elliptical for the sole reason of it looking fun to try LOL

#survey #surveys

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Knot In Love - Alpha!Dean x Omega! Reader

A/N: Part twenty is back. Again, where it’s a daily thing? I am not tagging anyone new. 3pm is the magical time, usually. Today, there’ll be a few extra. One at 7pm and one at midnight. As always, feedback is incredible. And, I hope you all enjoy one of my favorites <3

PSA: I am NOT a minor friendly blog. If you are below 18, please come back when you’re older. I don’t want to lose my blog because you were too eager to grow up. If I discover you, I WILL block.

Series Masterlist

Series Warnings: Forced mating. Knotting. Alpha/Omega dynamics. Witchcraft (more based on real craft than Hollywood). Angst. Etc. Read at your own discretion.

Word Count: Roughly 5,600

“It's almost eight thirty,” You chewed your lip, glancing towards the clock for the tenth time in an hour. “You sure he's alive?”

“I'll check on him,” Dean answered, less than thrilled with it. “You just keep sittin' there and looking pretty.” A scowl was returned but he didn't care. You were well and truly recovered. The effects of the Bad Place fading away. As far as he was concerned, you were to stay on the bench to keep you in that state. “Yo,” He slammed his fist into Sam's door, “Makin' pancakes. How many do you want?” No answer came through. Dean's brows slammed together.

“Anything?” You were pouring the batter on the griddle, when he came back out. Earning a glare. “What? I'm allowed to cook. Geesh.”

“You should be resting,” He bit out, taking the spatula from your hand. “Take a number from Sam's book.”

“I'm fine,” With a wave, you moved over to make more coffee and slice up some fruit to go with the rest of the meal. Earning another round of bitching.

By ten o'clock, all hope had been given up. You and Dean worked at picking up the mess. Putting away the left overs just as Sam ambled in. On the phone, still in his pajamas.

“Ho, ho, ho,” Dean perked up, sounding like ole Saint Nick in the process, “There he is.” He glanced at his watch dramatically.

“Leave him alone,” You scolded, tossing a strawberry at Dean's chest. He dodged it just in time, sparing the red flannel that covered him. “Saved you some.” Your fingers pointed down to the meal with a cheesy little grin that got you nowhere.

Sam nodded a bit in acknowledgment before addressing the person he was speaking to, “Hey, Donna... I'm here with Dean and Y/N. I'm gonna put you on speaker.” Your shoulders straightened a bit at that one. You'd barely met the woman. But she'd helped get you back. That was all you'd needed to know. The phone beeped as Sam moved closer to you and his brother, letting you listen. “Why don't you tell them what you told me?”

“Oh,” She started seriously, “It's my niece. She's gone missing. And...the local cops don't...” The bubbly blonde went quiet as she fought for control. You could hear the tears she was attempting to hold at bay. “I know its not your normal thing...but...”

“Text us the address. We're on the way.” Dean didn't hesitate. Barely let her finish.

“Thank you.” The call ended as the man in red kicked himself into motion.

Sam let out a sigh and turned your way, “You should pack up.”

“It's okay to not be okay, Sam.” A confused head tilt was his response. “Just...remember that.” With that, you moved to go to your room to throw together the essentials. Leaving him to mull on your words.

When the Impala pulled into the impound lot, Donna was leaning against a large black truck. Hands in her tan coat pockets as officers moved around the scene. She stared blankly into the distance as you all climbed out of the car. Dressed in the 'fancy' FBI garb.

“Hey, Donna,” Sam called out as he approached. Drawing her back to reality.

“Hey,” She didn't hesitate once she realized who was there. Stepping forward to catch him into a hug.

“How you holding up?” Dean asked, bending for his own piece of affection.

“Oh, you know...not great.” You were surprised to find yourself in her grasp after she'd pulled away from him. Sam let out a muttered 'yeah' as a way of showing he understood. “I'm sorry for calling you guys,” She stepped back a bit, “but Jody's got her hands full with the girls.”

“Hey, never apologize for calling us.” The older brother's warm demand tugged the edge of your lips. His loyalty shined bright, then. Not in the toxic way it had just a few short weeks before, Donna smiled in thanks. A weak, tired grin. Knowing he meant every syllable.

“So, what do we know?” Sam's voice was soft as he pressed for details.

“Uh, staties found her car side of the road,” Her hand pointed in the general direction. “Signs of a struggle.” Worry edged back into the newer hunter, then.

“And what was she doing out here?” He continued, hoping to piece together the situation.

“She was taking a gap year. It's, like, this thing where-”

“Take a year, run wild before you go to college?” Dean finished for her. He'd craved one of those. A time without hunting, where he could just be a normal kid. In the end, he hadn't even finished high school.

“Mhm,” Donna nodded, looking pleased that the men were able to comprehend the teenage psych, still. “Yeah.” Her face slowly fell, “I used to tell her about how much fun I had when I did it. Well, she thought that sounded like an adventure.” The crack in her voice became more evident as she spoke. “She thought...”

“Donna, hey,” Again, the gruffer voice spoke up. “Whatever happened, it's not your fault.”

“That's what Doug keeps telling me, but...” She let out a sigh as her eyes watered. Emotion winning out over logic. “I can't help but to think-”

“Just focus on the case,” Sam told her. She sent a solid nod, taking the advice.

“Doug here?” The concerned question came from Dean, again.

“Yeah, he's in there. Talking to the locals,” The gesture towards the impound's garage had heads turning that way.

“I'll go check in,” He stuck his hands in his trench coat pockets before heading towards the building.

“I'm coming with you,” You spoke up as you shimmied after him. Placing a comforting squeeze on Donna's arm before you'd taken off after the bow legged gait. “I could try a location spell-”

“You're going to take it easy,” Was the firm order, cutting off the suggestion you'd offered the moment you were out of ear shot. When your footsteps ended, he sighed. Realizing his mistake. Slowly, he turned back around. Face coated in shame. “You're still weak, Y/N. I don't want you overdoin' it... that's all.”

“While I get what you're saying? I can't help but to think it's a fast way to getting answers,” You moved forward, taking in the room around you. A dark haired, vested man was talking to two brown clad officers to the side of the vehicle.

“Fast answers do us no good if you end up defenseless.” You hated that he had a point. Frowning, you brushed it off. Only zeroing back in when Dean spoke up a second time. “You see something on that tire?” Nodding, you both leaned in to inspect the cross that was embedded in the thick rubber.

“Hey! What are you doin'?” A loud voice called out, approaching with heavy footsteps.

“Oh,” Dean stood upright, motioning towards the car, “I- we, um...” All eyes zeroed in on the pair of you.

“I asked you a question, son. You and the little gal.” The condescending voice made your back stiffen. You weren't the only one.

“First off, I'm not your son.” Dean was on the prowl, turning dangerous instantly. Testosterone and anger a deadly combination. For once, you found yourself admiring the dark tilt of the head as he slunk forward. “Second-”

“Whoa,” The man in the vest approached, quickly, to divert the situation at hand. You were almost disappointed. Wanted Dean to finish what he'd started. Bloodlust wasn't your usual. It should have been startling, but you hadn't exactly been yourself those past few weeks. “Whoa, easy.” A nervous chuckle followed as he stepped between the small war at hand. “Agent Clegg, this is Agent Savage, FBI...And...I don't know who she is.”

“She's with me, Doug.” All that was needed to be said. Or rather, all he was offering.

“Oh? Company man.” The man who had been introduced had a pinched up face and grey hair. Somehow, even then, he managed to sound insincere. You decided that you didn't like him on principal. “Wow, you should've told me.”

“Well, I didn't get the chance,” The alpha tone in Dean's voice couldn't be denied. Letting the shorter man know exactly who was in charge. A sarcastic smile drawing across his face.

“Uh huh,” Came the brisk response. Agent Clegg didn't like that. He was a Beta with a desire for the power an Alpha could wield. Knocking one down a peg seemed like the best way to go about that goal. “And what field office are you out of?” Your eyes narrowed on the villain of the moment. “I'm just curious who I should call about you walking through my crime scene.”

“Prick,” You coughed into your hand, before batting your eyes up at the narrowed gaze. You were just calling it how you saw it. Dean bit back his snort and focus at the task at hand.

“I think we got off on the wrong foot,” He smoothed over, ignoring the way you huffed in the background. “Uh, I'm not here on official business. The victim, she's family.” Doug turned towards Dean in disbelief as the lie unfolded. “She's my cousin, so I'm just here to get some answers.”

“Oh,” That seemed to deflate the ego momentarily. He turned to Doug, waiting for a comment. Nothing came forward. “I can respect that.”

“Doubtful.” Only Dean seemed to hear you, stepping back just far enough to step on your toes in warning.

“All right,” The ego-maniac gave in. “Come on, I'll fill you in.”

“Yeah,” He moved to follow the Agent, until a hand blocked his chest.

“Sorry,” The other beta in the room looked nervous when the hard green eyes turned to him. “You and Donna are related?”

“Yeah,” Came Dean's choked response paired with a forced smile. As if asking how he'd never known that.

“So, you were in Sioux Falls a couple of weeks ago At the family reunion?” The question sounded more like an interrogation than you cared for.

“I was there,” He managed after a moment of pause. Realizing the story the woman had come up with to appease her lover. A rough chuckle left him, then, “Yeah.”

“Donna said it was a pretty wild time,” Doug laughed with Dean. Searching for details in the only way he knew how.

“It was wild,” Was the Alpha's response, sounding as pained as he felt. “Absolutely.”

“The understatement of the year,” You spoke up, wrapping around Dean's arm. Leading him away from the conversation. “Unfortunately, we have more pressing matters at hand.” A motion towards the agent was all that was needed to get everyone in gear.

“Now, this is where we found it,” Clegg pointed at a dot on the map once everyone gathered. Just beside the small orange car that rested on the lined paper. “This is an older stretch of highway, mostly used by long-haul truckers.” His hands tucked into his dress pants pockets. “There's no patrols to stop the speeders.”

“So, who found the car?” Sam asked while you took in the spread in the background. Enthralled that the crime maps were a real thing. Sticky notes, images, and red yarn covered the board in the back.

“Troopers got an anonymous tip,” The man bounced on his toes, looking none too happy about that.

“Well, that's convenient.” Dean frowned deep.

“Yeah, fits with the pattern, though.” The older gentleman pointed out, making you look back to the board behind him.

“Pattern?” Sam needed more clarification on that.

“They think its part of something bigger,” Doug answered, making himself the focal point for a moment. “And Wendy's not the only one.”

“Hence that,” Your finger pointed out where you'd been staring.

“We found evidence that suggests she was targeted by a serial abductor,” Clegg continued, nodding with your assessment. Doug's hand patted Donna's back in comfort as the evidence unraveled. “Now that spike we found on the tire? That's classic Butterfly.”

“Sorry? Butterfly?” Dean beat you to it. It was arguably one of the worst names for a villain you'd ever heard.

“That's what we- what I call him,” Was the correction. Good cop appeared to be working alone on this one. He turned around to point out each point on the map that had been behind his back. “He's got kind of a migrating pattern.” His hand followed the red, yarn lines downwards, “Now, in the winter? He makes his way southward. Targeting people that are traveling alone; people who won't be missed.” The trail went back up the map, “Then, in the summer? He turns around and he heads back north.”

“Now, what about the victims?” You spoke up, looking at each and every face that was planted on the board.

The man's eyes turned to Donna, who was still standing strong, “Go on.”

“They disappear,” The answer wasn't helpful in the slightest. The blonde's lips twisted a bit at that. “We've never even found a body.”

“So...maybe they aren't, you know, gone gone.” Doug tried to improve the mood around the room. A breathy chuckle at the end. The less than positive looks coming his way made him back down.

“Maybe,” Clegg conceded, but no one truly bought it. “Look, having you all here is not standard operating procedure,” Donna's arms crossed stubbornly as the man talked, “but if you wanna help...” He trailed off, leaving the option open. “Now, I've been chasing this psycho for the last twelve years. I could use all the help I can get.”

Dean turned to Sam, reading his brother's shake of the head before he responded, “Okay, we're in.” The warning had been ignored, earning a frown from the younger of the two.

“Maybe a fresh perspective is what you need to catch this freak,” You gave in. More so for Donna's sake than anything. You were still sore from the earlier treatment. But, perhaps there was some room for redemption.

Back at the motel, you sat across from Dean at the table, toweling your hair as he fiddled with an old radio. You'd been given permission to take the first shower while the brothers grabbed dinner and set up for the night. Sam walked by, glancing at the scene before moving over to the closet, “No one uses CB radios anymore.”

“All that smoky saw was my rubbers,” The phrase came through the static, making your brow quirk a bit.

“No one except truckers,” Dean pointed out proudly. You glanced up as Sam started tugging off his trench coat. “Breaker, breaker one-nine,” The deep voice drawled into the microphone. “This is sixty-seven, the Midnight Rider. Looking for the four-one-one on my Alice in Wonderland.”

“Wo-ho,” The voice from before spoke up through the radio, “Midnight Rider. Sounds like that piece ran out on you.” The green eyes glanced up your way made you freeze for a moment. He was surely thinking of the 'piece' that had run out on him. Before you could get too tangled up in that one, they were gone. You turned back to Sam, watching the meticulous way the coat was pressed to the hanger.

“She's redhead, brown sedan,” The button was pressed in as Dean talked. “She's family.” The static hissed again as the suit jacket left the strong back in front of you, revealing the wrinkled white dress shirt. The material stretched out and the softened as Sam's muscles bunched. “Breaker, breaker, anyone?”

“Hot diggity,” The words turned you away from your own little strip show in disgust. “I'll find your Alice. She'll be my family, too.”

Another laugh came through, making Dean's head shake, “Not if I get to her first.”

“Pigs,” You snorted out, rolling your eyes. Not that you were much better, peeping back to the show on the side. Your heat may have passed. But, being alone with the Winchsters in such close proximity was starting to get under your skin. You missed the barrier that Jack had safely provided. Hell, you just missed him in general.

“You see?” Sam couldn't help but to gloat a bit as the hanger clanked against the rod. “Told you.” The door shut with more force than necessary as the younger brother moved to the bed he'd claimed, “This is stupid.”

“It'll work,” Dean held out faith, ignoring his cranky sibling. “Dad used it all the time.”

“This isn't even our kind of case!” The tall man bit out; everything that had been stewing inside of him breaking free. “And you know, with the real Feds here? We should back down.”

“You're joking, right?” You frowned with Dean as you took in the antsy movements of the man in front of you.

“We're still fugitives,” That was a fair enough point. There was more risk than usual involved. However, Donna had helped bail all of you out of the Bad Place. Your bones would have been Godzilla and King Kong's love child's tooth picks if it wasn't for her and the other women.

“They think we're dead.” Not that it was the first time that had come out as false. Something that Sam had no problem pouncing on.

“Do you really wanna get on the FBI's radar, again?” You sure as hell didn't want to make it there in the first place.

Dean glanced your way before tossing down the mic as the conversation in the back continued, “Okay, so what do you want to do?” He leaned up more in his seat to get better eye contact. “Hm? You wanna call up Donna and say: ' Hey, sorry about your niece. These kinda things happen. Later.' And head back to the bunker so you can mope some more?”

“I'm not moping.” The appalled tone made you reach over for the tea you'd brought along. You were going to need all of the chamomile the world had stocked to remain calm if it kept up. “Y/N, tell him that I'm not moping!”

“Oh, no. We're not throwing a witch into the middle of a hunter throw down. Alpha hunters at that,” Your hand cut the air, symbolizing the end of that one. “I don't have a death wish. You two duke out whatever is goin' on between yourselves.”

The older brother had no problem following that order, “You got up at ten am this morning.” Sam's face pinched a bit at that. “Ten am.” Dean's hand brushed against the table as he talked, watching how his brother mentally rolled that off. “You. Mr. Rise and Freaking Shine.” With that, he was moving to his feet, heading towards his case of beer. “And then you turned down pancakes.”

“I wasn't hungry,” He said the words easily, almost proud in his dismissiveness. But his body was stiffening by the second. Sam tugged up his pant legs a bit before plopping down on his bed. An action that better fit a petulant child than a man topping six feet by four inches.

“They're pancakes,” The deadpanned look Dean gave as the top twisted said plenty. The carbon fizzled from the bottle. Filling the silence.. “You-”

He cut himself off as he took a step towards Sam. The younger brother's lips pulled back until his dimples showed through. One shoe was removed as he looked up to his mentor, looking almost gleeful that Dean was jumping his ass. You watched the exchange with interest.

“Look, I know you're in a dark place right now. Okay?” The irony of who was saying those words clicked in your mind, then. Suddenly, you understood the humor the younger brother carried on his face. “I mean, we just lost Jack. Mom is...” They didn't know. He moved on, avoiding that topic for the night. “I think about 'em, too. All the time.” Sam didn't seem to buy it as the shoe clattered onto the linoleum floor. “But, you can't let it eat you up.” In some level of your mind, you acknowledged that you had no part in the conversation. That you were better off taking a walk, and giving them space. But, hearing this side of Dean? You couldn't turn away if you wanted to. “Now, look. When I was...when I was broken up,” He continued the monologue while his brother began working on the other shoe. “You were there for me. Well, I'm here for you, now. And I'm telling you, the only way out of this is through.” Nothing. So, he kept going. “Now, when everything goes to hell... what do we do? We put our heads down and do the work.” Not the healthiest coping method, you acknowledged internally. “We'll find Jack. We'll save mom. We will.” His final point came home, then. “But right now, Donna needs our help.” Your eyes turned back to the radio as a woman's voice came across, calling for Dean's radio name. “Okay?” A slow nod was his answer before Sam turned away. With that, he moved back to his mic as the self proclaimed Felix the Cat called to him, again.“Ten- four, Felix. What do you got?” He set down his beer as he talked into the mic.

“Better we talk live, and in color. You mind meeting up?” Instantly, your mind went to the worst. Assuming that the information was a hoax. Dean's voice rumbled just right. You wouldn't have blamed the woman. “There's uh...there's a place off Gold Rush Byway. Just past mile marker nine-eighty.” You jotted down the words on the note pad beside you. “I'll roll through around noon.”

“It's a date. Over.” His eyes met yours, making sure you got it. You slid the paper his way. “All right.” The mic was dropped, and he turned back to Sam, Looking proud while stuffing his hand into his pocket. Silently gloating that he'd gotten a lead. “I'll go check that out tomorrow. Why don't you two hang back in case something else breaks?”

“Okay...look,” Sam started, blinking fast as he talked. A sigh leaving him. “Obviously, I'm here for Donna. Alright? I wanna help. And, I'm sure Y/N feels the same way.” You let out a noise that said it should never have been in question.

“I know you do,” Dean didn't hesitate in responding. As if he'd known what was coming. “So...let's find this son of a bitch.”

–

“You could have sent me with Sam,” You turned towards Dean in the Impala before it could stop. Taking in the plaid flannel and brown vest he was wearing. He looked like a damn lumber jack. Not that you minded. That was the problem. “Why didn't you?”

“Just thought that you'd want to take more car rides now that you aren't arfing your guts out,” He answered as if it were that simple; steering into the parking space.

It wasn't. Not even close. He didn't trust the state Sam was in. Dean didn't want you over exerting yourself. And to make sure it didn't happen, he kept you with him. That's all.

It had nothing to do with how your eyes had wandered the night before. Nothing to do with the form fitting, long sleeved, ivory colored, sweater dress you'd donned that veed down into your bust line. Stopping about mid-thigh. No, none of that mattered. Or, so he told himself.

Intricate lines traveled across the body of it, making one think of a corseted garb from the middle ages. The black tights peeked out from the rounded hem, just above the thigh high boots you wore. Your favorite crystal bobbed down into the material. A black pea-coat coat rested over your legs. The look reminded him of a modern white witch while keeping you comfortable in the cooler air.

“I don't believe you,” Your eyes squinted as you talked. His fingers were holding the steering wheel too tightly. “Why don't ya try again?”

“You're too damned nosy for your own good,” He muttered, slamming the car into park. “Look, Sam's in a bad place right, now. I don't want him to have to worry about you, too. That's it.”

“That's closer to it,” You made a point to search his eyes. Waiting for a tell. “Fine, I'll take that cheap ass answer. For now.”

“For now,” He mocked, getting out of his door roughly. All the while, muttering about how women could never just take what was offered.

“So, this girl of yours...” The voice that had emitted from the box the night before finally had a face moments later.

“Mhm, you saw her that night?” Dean rested with his arms on the table, while you leaned as far back in your seat as you could. Arms and legs both crossed as you listened. Inspecting the woman with wary eyes.

She was far better looking than the stereotype surrounding female truckers alluded to. Full red lips, mocha skin, curled hair that was pulled on top of her head with the edges shaved, and covered in denim. Edgy in all of the right ways.

“Yeah, twice.” She answered, easily. Playing with the edge of her cup. “Usually, I...I try to stay out of this sort of stuff. I just run my route and keep out of trouble. But...that night, that girl...” She sucked in her breath before letting out a sigh. “Like I said, I saw her twice.” Your head tilted at that one. Trying to piece together where the story was going. “Uh, once at a station off Highway twenty-six. And then later, I was driving off road eighty eighty and...” A sigh of regret left her. “I shouldn't have left her there.” The shame was palpable. “But, um...I was running behind schedule, and I just...Well, it's the only reason I even gassed up there. That place gives me the creeps.”

“And what's this place called?” You asked, tugging the small notebook out of your coat's pocket.

“Manny's Truck Stop Cafe.”

That night, you found yourself at the location with Dean, and Doug- who was forced to the back with once he appeared. One of the N's flickered on the sign above the small building. Weeds surrounded the edges. The place was a dump.

“Got that report you asked for,” Doug breathed out once he was out of the rain. His hood still resting over his head. He passed up the file he'd brought along. “Everything that's gone down at Manny's Truck Stop Cafe, lately.”

“And?” Dean demanded the brief as you both skimmed over the file.

A deep sigh left the man, “Couple of D and D's, four counts of public urination, but...”

“Nothing that screams secret hunting ground for a kidnapper,” The hunter huffed out, looking up at the building in frustration.

“Not exactly.” Dean's lips pursed at that, and he turned back to the reports. Searching for something. Anything.

“Can I ask you a question? About Donna?” You bit back the laugh at the wide eyed look Dean gave the man before agreeing warily. “Is she gonna be okay? I mean, I love Donna...” You could hear the but coming before it ever got there. “But, I've only known her for a couple of years, and this...I've never seen her like this.”

“I'm not sure what you mean,” The reports were closed as Dean turned away.

“I mean, she's barely talkin' to me. And we always talk.” Your lip was bleeding as you watched the Winchester's incredulous face turn back to the babbling fool in the back. If there was ever a man that shouldn't have answered questions about relationship struggles, it was Dean Winchester. The gaze of confusion when Doug claimed to discuss everything, yet only listed off superficial items had you using your knuckles to hold back the laugh. Even the hunter saw the problem, there. “This is a tough time, I know...but...I think she's hiding something from me.” Suddenly, you weren't laughing anymore. Before Dean got a chance to respond, Doug was shaking his head. Backtracking away from the conversation. “Any-hoo, forget it. It's probably nothing. I'm probably just spinning. It's nothing.”

A nervous chuckle left the man, making you feel almost sorry for him. He truly had no idea about Donna's other life. You'd be amazed if he'd ever taken the time to talk about something deep the way he rattled on.

“Doug, you're a good guy.” Hearing something like that from a man like Dean always boosted the confidence in a beta. “And you're gonna be there for Donna.” That sounded vaguely threatening. His protectiveness towards the people in his life shining through.

“You betcha.” The lesser man quickly agreed.

“So, you know...just...trust her.” A small, encouraging smile pulled at his full lips. “Okay?” The man nodded, and prepared to leave.

“Doug...when there's a crisis.” You spoke up, refusing to meet the green gaze that turned to look at you in the low light as you drew attention to yourself. “It's easy to forget that emotions can change people. Brings out different pieces of what's inside of them.” The man you were talking to drew his thick brows together. “Relationships...they aren't just talking about TV shows. And the people themselves? They're complex. She's different because she's scared. Hell, terrified for Wendy. Alright? This isn't about you. This isn't something for you to take personally.” He hardly looked like he was taking in what you were saying, but that didn't stop you. “This is something that could break her...be gentle.”

“That sounded like you were talking from personal experience,” Dean didn't start the car once you two were alone. Simply kept his eyes glued to your face. “You wanna talk about it?”

“A few weeks ago...I was a little...a little unfair,” You acknowledged, but your eyes never quite made their way to his. Instead, you focused just past his jaw line. “You were scared. Desperate, even. I knew that. It probably came off as me dismissing it...And...I'm...I'm sorry if it did.”

“Are you really apologizing to me?” His knuckles tapped your chin, forcing you to turn to him. “You were right, you know. The tongue lashing was more than justified. I was a dick to her, and I can't take that back.”

“Jack will help your mom over there,” You had no doubts about that. “So, at least it wasn't all in vain.” Kaia had done more good than she'd ever anticipated. Saving four lives in one world, and two in the other. “I don't want you carrying it all on yourself.”

“You want to carry a piece of that guilt?” He questioned, his eyes tightening. Hating that you would even dream of it. “You're the one who was on her side.”

“And there's a million things that I could have done differently to change that day, too.” A shaky breath left your lips as you turned your face away. “I try not to focus on that bit.”

“So...what do you focus on?”

“Trying to be as strong as she was,” Your head rocked side to side a bit at that. Wondering if it would ever come naturally to you. “When I left...I was terrified, Dean. I had no idea where I fit into anything. Then, out of nowhere comes this little girl... who literally died to help save all of us- to save me. Despite the fact I was trapped in the place that she feared the most...” Humbling was an understatement. “Something bad is going to hit, and I have no idea when. Or, where. Or, even who is involved. I can just feel it.” Your hand rubbed through your hair. “Now, we're trying to save another teenager...and I feel completely useless-”

“You're not useless,” He promised. Not letting you get another word of self doubt in. “You might've just saved Donna's relationship.” You laughed at that one. Making his own lip lift just a hair as he took in the sound. And then, all at once, he was back to serious. “You...you bring me back down to earth, too.” His hand slid along your cheek to cup it in his calloused hands. Making you face him. See the truth in his eyes. “You helped Jack when I was too wrapped up in my own head to give the kid a chance...You just need a little time-”

“I've had weeks, Dean...I don't need more time. I need to do something.” You were going to end up being completely reckless if you didn't expend the energy, somehow. Your eyes drifted down to his mouth. Speaking of reckless...

“You really want to do that locating spell?” His question caught you by surprise.

“No, I've got something a little different in mind.” His brow rose at that. “It's not something I've tried. But...what if I can get a hold of her?” Dean looked at you worriedly, afraid of the ramifications if he agreed.

“How?” Your lips pressed together. There were two possible reactions to what you were about to suggest. You only hoped that it would be positive...

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