-Today I have been entrusted with the responsibility of being the operator. This seems like an oversight as I have next to no idea of how to be the operator. We will see how this goes.
-I found a pair of Valentine’s Day socks depicting a glorious Norse warrior with the caption, “I’ve taken a great Viking to you.” This is the single greatest seasonal item I have ever seen in my expansive seasonal item-hunting life.
-I inadvertently stumbled upon a solid stock of doomsday-ready supplies on a shelf in the hanger room. Hand-powered radios. Flashlights. Baby lotion. Everything one could ever need for armageddon.
-When given the phone, I was told to expect very few calls. This was a relief. I received many calls. I crossed my fingers I had been forwarding the calls correctly and not simply hanging up on confused callers. I still have no proof either way.
-I watched a toddler sprint off to the end of an aisle, wait for his mother to get close, and then sprint off again. This continued through the entirety of the store until he eventually sat down and let her catch up. Never again will I believe video game chase sequences to be unrealistic.
-A decidedly-creepy man asked a female coworker for a spare print ad. After being handed one, he walked off for five minutes to then return to her. He pressed a clipping from a Valentines page against her stomach. The cut-out paper read, “Let’s be friends.” I cannot be sure, but something in me says that this may not be the most effective method.
-From across the store, I heard the voice of a young boy chant, “Let me have my boobies back.” I cannot even begin to imagine the sort of monster who would take them from him.
Impala mugs. “Got Salt?” T-shirts. Supernatural posters as tall as Sam.
You were at a convention about your life, unnervingly accurate copies of you and the boys everywhere you looked, and nothing had ever freaked you out more. Though watching Sam and Dean squirm might just be worth powering through any potential embarrassment suffered on your part.
You pried your eyes away from the dumbfounded Winchesters when a squeaky-voiced girl appeared in front of you.
“Oh. My. Gosh. Your costumes are amazing, you guys look just like them!” You took a step back from the flannel-clad girl, watching as she walked up to the younger Winchester with an awe-struck look on her face. “He’s even the right height to be Sam!”
The shaggy-haired hunter scrunched up his face, clearly at a loss for words, though the girl seemed to get tired of him quickly enough and promptly turned her attention on you.
“And you guys make an awesome Dean and Y/N!” She clasped her hands in front of her chest, a wide grin spreading across her face. Then she leaned in with a conspiratorial smile. “I ship you two together, you know.”
If you’d had a drink you would have spit it out. Dean simply looked confused.
“You what us?” he asked, screwing up his face in confusion.
“I ship you!” she said excitedly. “You know, like a relationship? I think Y/N and Dean are just perfect for each other. And I know they both feel the same way, they just need to get over themselves and accept how they really feel!”
This time Dean understood her perfectly, if his mouth hanging open and the light flush spreading over his cheeks was any indication. You cast an exploratory look in his direction, smiling nervously at the eldest Winchester.
“Come on,” he said as he grabbed your hand, dragging you away from the girl and his brother. “I think we have some things to talk about.
You happily let him lead you away, out to the parking lot and to his beloved Impala.
Maybe these conventions weren’t so bad after all.
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Arranged marriage. That was the most awkward, annoying and
trashy thing that could’ve happened in your life. Marry with a guy who doesn’t
love you? With a guy who doesn’t care about you? Shit. Of course, you couldn’t
deny your own cultural traditions, but it didn’t mean you were happy about
Kim Taehyung was your husband for 6 months
now. Yeah he was completely gorgeous, hot and stuff but he couldn’t be less worried
about you. And that sucked. You just wanted attention. Was that ask too much to
have a little of caressing from your husband? It was pretty clear he didn’t
The sex was completely robotic. No emotions,
no feelings, no cuddling after. Actually you had never come.
“We are gonna be late, Y/N!”
Taehyung screamed at you. You were finishing your make up. You both were going
to a party, and you were fucking excited. You would finally have some fun. You
wore a black, lacy dress that did draw your curves. You smiled to yourself when
you caught Taehyung’s eyes wide when he saw you.
Once there, you and Taehyung get away from
each other, going to talk to your own friends. It was common. You never spend
time together at parties.
“Oh my god, Y/N, you look
amazing!” your friend greeted you.
“Thank you! So do yours” you
hugged her. You loved her.
drinks after; you started talking about your marriage.
"It sucks. I’m not happy. I’m not
fucking happy" you said, “I want a man. I want a man to show me I’m his;
I want a man to fucking claim. But Taehyung?” you laughed, “Taehyung
does not give a fuck”. Yeah, the alcohol had already gotten you.
“Well, you can always find some fun,
Y/N…” she whispered.
"W-what do ya mean?“ you gasped,
the drink burning your throat.
"Well, if what you’ve told me is true,
then he doesn’t love you, Y/N. Or at least he doesn’t care enough to show you
he does. I’m sorry, but it’s what it’s. However, you can always…you know…
Find some fun. Look around. There are a lot of men here. Beautiful, hot
men” she said.
She meant… cheating? No! No way.
You were not this kind of girl. You would never cheat your husband, no matter
how shity he was. However, she was right. There were a lot of men there. Attractive men.
"I don’t think so. I’m not cheating my
husband, Y/F/N" you said.
"Ok ok. No cheating. But you can flirt.
Flirt is just a… a healthy conversation, you know".
Yeah, she was… kinda right. You could just
flirt around, for fun. Not to fuck. You looked around, searching for someone
who you could be interested in. A few seconds later your gaze caught someone
else’s. You looked away quickly, and occasionally looked back, and he was still
staring at you.
He was really, really beautiful. His suit was fitting him so perfectly. You
could see his muscles. His gray hair pulled back… fuck.
“Go talk to him” your friend’s
voice pulled you from your reverie, noticing you found someone.
“What? No” you said harshly.
She rolled her eyes at you, “for god
sakes dude have some fun”
“No. Oh god, what am I supposed to do
if he comes to talk to me?” You said suddenly worried.
"I dunno, but you better think quickly,
because he is coming. I need to go to the bathroom" she said and turned
around to leave.
"No, fuck, wait" you tried to pull
her back but it was too late.
fuck fuck. How
could she. For god sakes, your husband was there!
"Hey lady" a soft voice called you
from behind, and then you felt a body beside yours. No. You looked at the
beautiful guy beside you. Fuck he was prettier when he was close.
“H-hey” you answered hesitantly.
“I’m Park Jimin. I’m the host of this
party. And you are…?” he asked as he gave you his hand, his gaze locked
You greeted him back, smiling shyly.
"I’m Y/N. I, hum… I’m an invited’s
invited. I don’t think we know each other" you said. He smiled at you.
"Of course we don’t. I would remember
you if we did"
Your cheeks got red as his words left his soft, pink lips.
“Well, can I offer you a special
drink?” he asked politely.
around, looking for Taehyung. He was far away from being paying attention in
No beta so I’m sorry the errors. P.S. I’m looking for a beta so….
The first time she’d fallen asleep over his chest he’d gently nudged her cheek with the tip of his thumb until she quietly stirred. The second time he traced the line of her jaw with the back of his fingers until she let out a sleepy yawn. This time when her sleepy eyes dared to part she felt his fingers trailing down the back of her head until they’d settled over the nape of her exposed neck.
Felicity growled comfortably, her shoulders ached, her skin smelled of dust, dirt, and oddly enough smoke and, her body felt utterly wrecked from the day’s events. Her voice actually cracked when her low growls finally formed tangible words, “I think I prefer the back of your fingers…”
His voice seemed to trail over her skin like a soothing balm while he gently stroked his fingers along the nape of her weary neck, “I’ll make a note of that for next time,” he teased with an ease they hadn’t shared in months.
Her soft lips became tangled in the folds of his white tee-shirt as she smiled gently along his covered chest, “I can lift my head if I’m hurting you…” she offered in concern since his voice felt tight as the vibrations rattled across her skin.
“Or you could simply share the bed,” he offered when she attempted to stifle another yawn.
Laughing she nudged her nose along his sternum and, huffed out a tired decline. “No, I should go home and, seek comfort in the freshly cleaned linens of my soft bed.”
Hmm, I wonder why I suddenly got so many requests for this fic (this isn’t even all of them jeez). Y’all are sinners. Also I’m not sure if I liked how this one turned out, it’s all a bit she did this he did that, but whatever. I hope you enjoy anyway! Warning:there is sin ahead, honestly blame the buggies.
“Cheryl, what the hell?” Veronica exclaimed, casting her gaze around the room with a raised eyebrow. The head bitch herself had rallied the Vixens for an emergency practice, surprising them all by turning on her heel and marching into the smaller weights room off the side of the gym. Everything had been cleared out, all equipment long gone, replaced only by an array of shiny silver poles stretching from floor to ceiling.
“I’ve been doing my research and it appears that this is the best way to turn your abs to fabs in time for the end of season pep rally,” Cheryl stated, gesturing matter-of-factly around her. Betty gulped.
“Pole dancing?” she asked, voice shaking with the rising of her nerves, brows pinching together in concern.
“Pole fitness,” Cheryl clarified, striding over to a pile of booty shorts, even shorter than their regular required uniform (and significantly tighter, Betty noted), with matching sports bras. “Suit up, my River Vixens. You’ve got a lot to learn in the way of sex appeal.”
“V, I don’t think I can…” Betty mumbled in panic, eye darting between the poles and the tiny garments resting atop her open palm. Her other hand gripped at Veronica’s arm, itching to curl into itself. Veronica glanced down at it before meeting Betty’s wide stare.
“B, it’s okay!” she reassured, bringing her hands up to rest on Betty’s shoulders as she tilted her mouth in a comforting smile. “We’re only at practice, it’s just like exercise,” she reasoned. Betty’s heart rate didn’t slow any. Veronica sighed, eyes running over the room as she tried to find the right words. “Okay, think of it this way. This is an aid to becoming stronger, right? Mind and body. It’s gonna make you feel confident and powerful. So think of something that already gets you halfway there.” Mischief glinted in her dark irises. “Maybe… when you’re with a certain dark-haired, brooding, Byron wannabe? I bet you know a few ways to help him raise the flag-”
“Veronica!” Betty screeched, tilting her head to watch the open door, cheeks flushing scarlet as she pulled her hand back from the other girl’s arm like she’d been burned. Veronica grinned devilishly, shrugging her delicate shoulders.
“I’m just saying, Betty. Channel some of that ‘in the moment’ confidence.” Her eyes softened. “It’ll help,” she threw over her shoulder as she turned to go and change. Betty took a breath, releasing the tension from her back as she stretched out her fingers. She could do this.
Betty stumbled into the girl’s locker room, muscles she didn’t even know she had aching, red bruises forming between her thighs. Pole, she had quickly learned, was exhausting. Add to that a commanding Cheryl Blossom, on the warpath for perfectly arched backs and streamlined drops, and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to walk for a week.
But Veronica had been right. It did make her feel powerful, in control, even - dare she say it - sexy. It allowed her the kind of freedom she craved when she just let go, without any of the darkness clouded the edges of her vision, pulling her into an unreachable abyss. Betty bit her lip against her smile as she opened her gym locker - she could definitely get used to this feeling. Gripping the cool metal between her fingers, her thighs, back arching as she swung gracefully.
“Want me to wait for you, B?” Veronica asked, coming up behind her. Betty startled at her close voice, ponytail whipping sharply behind her, the dark-haired girl ducking out of the way.
“Wha- Oh, no. I’m supposed to be meeting Jughead to work on the Blue and Gold,” she smiled. Veronica smirked.
“Whatever you say. Enjoy your work,” she said suggestively, flitting out of the locker room with one last coy glance at Betty’s mortified expression. She huffed out a laugh, shaking her head at her friend’s antics as she pulled her clothes out.
The surrounding din quietened down as the last of the Vixens left for the night, leaving Betty alone. She glanced round cautiously, checking there were no prying eyes still, before slipping back into the gym. She couldn’t help herself; she just wanted to lose herself in the sensation for a little bit longer. She stepped gingerly towards the centre pole, clasping it with damp palms. She hooked her right knee around the object, like she’d been taught a few hours before, and pushed her weight off her left foot, propelling herself round.
She caught glimpses of herself in the mirror lining one wall. It didn’t feel like her own reflection staring back at her. She didn’t see pink sweaters and slicked back hair. She saw lean lines, strong muscles, elegant curves. There was a way about her features, her narrowed eyes, her mouth set with firm confidence, that made her blood buzz as she continued to move. She dipped her body, leg coming up in a sharp angle as she let her eyes drift closed for a moment.
“Betty?” Her eyes flew open at the low voice coming from her right. She straightened herself quickly, fingers clutching at the pole as she took in Jughead’s form standing in the doorway. Her cheeks burned.
“Juggie…” she breathed, unable to meet his eyes. “H-how long have you been standing there?” His own cheekbones were already dusted an adorable pink, blue eyes wide. He swallowed around the thickness in his throat, adam’s apple bobbing distinctly.
“Um, not that long, really. Just a while… a f-few minutes, maybe,” he stammered, ashamed of how long he’d stood silently, knowing she hadn’t seen him, while she danced.
He was entranced the moment he’d opened the door. He’d gotten worried, Betty was never usually this late to their meetings, and ventured out find her. He’d heard the music coming from the weights room and curiously pushed open to the door only to find her, twisting her body sensually to the beat now pounding in his ears. Jughead had frozen in place, boots rooted to the spot, unable to look away - not wanting to - even though he knew he was spying. She’d just looked so beautiful he couldn’t help it. His fingers itched with the desire to touch her, a pool of warmth flooding his lower belly and sending sparks southwards. His heart thudded, so loud he was surprised she couldn’t hear it, air getting too hot against his skin.
She appraised him with her usual, wide eyes, snapping back instantly into the Betty he was familiar with. She chewed on her lower lip, fingers playing idly with the elastic on her shorts. She could see the way his pupils had blown wide with lust, with want for her, as he’d been watching. His breath was coming a degree faster than normal, the way it did whenever she’d run her fingers down his chest, her teeth across his collarbone. She was turning him on just by the way she was moving, across the room entirely. The thought simmered beneath her skin, sending a delicious warmth to the apex of her thighs.
Before Betty could stop herself she was moving to grab one of the chairs stacked against the wall, placing it a few feet away from the pole she was previously using. She grabbed Jughead’s hand, his palm reassuring in hers, and dragged him over, pushing on his shoulders to get him to sit. He gazed up at her questioningly, eyebrows knit in confusion. She simply smiled, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to his soft cheek.
“Just watch,” she murmured against his heated skin. He nodded, dumbfound, not quite sure what he was agreeing to but knowing he didn’t want to say no. In the moment confidence, Veronica had said. The fluttering nervousness in her chest was blooming into something new, a need to have Jughead’s eager eyes on her as she danced, wanting him to see her whilst she reached this new high.
Betty took a breath, feeling the beat vibrating up through her legs. Her hand came up to her ponytail, pulling the band out and tossing it away, letting her honey waves free around her shoulders. Jughead shifted in her peripheries, hands coming to rest on his knees, waiting for the performance to begin.
She walked round the pole, each step measured and calculated, one hand running delicately over the metal. Every so often she chanced a glance at Jughead from beneath her lashes, finding his eyes glued to her frame. This dance wasn’t like the others from practice. Betty swung her hips back and forth, sweeping her hair over her shoulders with a flick of her head, adding a whole new layer of sensuality to her steps. She spun, enjoying the slight breeze across her warm skin that the movement caused, pulling her lower lip between her teeth as she arched her neck. Jughead cleared his throat shuffling in his chair as his fingers clutched aimlessly at the denim covering his knees. It was so apparent what she was doing to him, his tongue coming out to wet his suddenly dry lips.
Betty turned to face him, hands clasped above her head as she slowly started to slide her back down the pole, never once taking her darkened eyes from his. She reached the ground, a surge of confidence igniting a fire throughout her body as she caught sight of the prominent bulge between his shifting thighs, parting her knees and spreading her legs in a move that definitely wasn’t a part of Cheryl’s earlier routine.
“Betts…” Her name fell, slightly strangled, from his parted lips. She stood slowly, stalking towards him with a glint in her eye, like a predator seeking its prey. Her hands braced themselves on his shoulders as she swung her leg over his thighs, settling down over his lap. There was a delicious ache forming between her overworked thighs as she fought to keep her eyes from rolling back into her head. Jughead’s eyelids fluttered as they both let out perfectly synchronised moans at the long awaited pressure, but he was determined to take in every second of this moment, of Betty free of restriction before him. She grasped his wrists, placing his desperate hands on the small of her waist. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered, voice hoarse. She giggled, the sound causing his own lips to lift in a smile.
“I think I do,” she muttered, circling her hips purposefully. Jughead groaned, bucking up involuntarily at the sensation. Betty paused, lifting her weight slightly from him. “You have to stay still. This is my show,” she teased, raising a challenging eyebrow. He nodded, not trusting his voice. She dropped herself down again, continuing the torturous roll of her hips, arms locked around his neck.
She swayed gently, her scent completely overwhelming Jughead’s senses. Her firm breasts were at his eye level, heaving slightly before his face. Blue eyes followed the bead of sweat, from her earlier exertion, that rolled down her collarbone and disappeared into the valley of her cleavage, wanting to chase it with his tongue. His fingers crept up her side, cupping the underside of her breast gently. All movement ceased as she threw him a threatening look, shivers rolling down Jughead’s spine, pushing the wandering hand firmly back to her waist. Betty moved her lips to his ear, warm breath making him shudder.
“Having trouble following the rules, Jug?” she whispered, unable to stop the grin from spreading across her face as she felt his fingers flex against her skin, head tilting to allow her more access to his neck. A low groan caught in his chest as she gave a pointed swivel of her hips. He blew out an uneven breath as she trailed her lips down his flushed skin, movements unrelenting now, mouth resting over his pounding pulse point. She latched her lips over the spot and sucked, small mewl vibrating against him as she felt the responding twitch in his pants directly beneath her sensitive core.
Betty pulled back, satisfied with the purple bruise she’d left amongst the fading others already littered across his pale skin. She knew that the uncontrolled grip he had against her delicate flesh would leave lingering fingerprints for her to run her hands over affectionately later, remembering the effect she had on him.
Jughead’s breathing hitched as she dropped her forehead to his, their breaths mixing, panting into each other, as she lay her open mouth over his. Her movements were speeding up, the coil in the pit of Jughead’s stomach tightening as his vision started to blur. Betty bent closer, catching Jughead’s chapped lower lip between her teeth and pulling gently.
It didn’t take much more, every last nerve Jughead had now frayed and oversensitive because of the woman in his lap, heat of her core radiating through his pants. With one last twist of her hips he couldn’t hold back any longer, loud groan tearing itself from his chest, hips bucking upwards, stuttering, as he came, pulsing beneath her.
Betty slowed her movements, revelling in the way he twitched and grunted beneath her as she coaxed him through his release, overly stimulated and exhausted. He finally opened his eyes, fingers coming to cup her cheek, looking up at her in awe. He pulled her down, placing a sweet, gentle kiss to her bitten lips.
“I never knew I could like gym so much,” he joked against her lips, Betty dropping her head to the crook of his neck with an exuberant laugh.
“Or that you’d have a reason to thank Cheryl Blossom,” she murmured with an amused smile, tucking herself closer into his embrace.
Prompt: Can you do another one like Just a Dream. But where Jughead and the reader are married and Jughead has a dream where him and the reader have a daughter and she is a daddy’s girl and when Jughead wakes up and he tells the reader he wants a baby. Btw love your stories!!
A/N: Hey! So I’m sitting on the beach while writing this. Actual goals right now. I’m writing this as a continuation of “Just A Dream” but you don’t have to read that to understand this one!
A few years had passed since Jug had his dream of marrying you. You two had been married for almost two years now.
As your anniversary was coming up, thoughts of kids had popped in your mind a few times. You had talked to Jug about it but you knew he wasn’t sure if he wanted kids. He was terrified he was going to end up like his father.
He knew that there could be a chance of losing you and a child like his father had lost his wife and jellybean.
You had assured him that he wasn’t his father and that you didn’t plan on going anywhere. He would just shake it off and change the subject.
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You hadn’t meant for Dean to know about your insecurity. But, it still seeped through, no matter how hard you tried to hide it. He saw the pain in your eyes when there was an attractive bartender or waitress, the baggy clothes you’d wear, the shyness when he asked to see your body. It pains him to see you hurting, so he does what he does best. Not only does he show you with actions (oh, so many actions), but he also describes to you what he sees in you- absolute beauty.
Sam didn’t know about your body image issues until one passionate night. He immediately noticed when you used your arms to cover yourself, something he hadn’t seen before. When Sam asked you about it, you broke down crying, telling him about how ugly you thought you were. Sam just held you close, whispering sweet praise and reassurance until you slowly fell asleep, safe and loved in his arms.
You kept your insecurities hidden from your blue-eyed angel as long as you could. However, you didn’t expect him to fly in when you were judging your form in the mirror. Curious, he asked what you were doing, but he could obviously tell you were lying when you said ‘nothing’. Of course, Cas was utterly confused, simply because he saw you as the most beautiful thing his father created. Oh, but did he make sure you knew that by the end of the night.
Amidst the chaos of excitement from the most recent episode of Yuri On Ice, I don’t think some understand how important that kiss was. So I think I should explain it to those of you who are unsure of its importance. This is going to be a long post, so bear with me please!
In Japan, they are not as openly accepting of homosexuality as people in the US are. Normally, if you wanted to see two guys, or two girls kiss, you had to either watch hentai/porn or a certain type of genre known as, “Yaoi/Shonen-Ai,” or “Yuri.” (Note: You may still see two guys or two girls kiss in an anime that qualifies for neither of these things, but it will be a mature rating because of it.) This is still standard.
Now, why Katsuki Yuuri and Viktor Nikiforov’s kiss was important, was because it will change the future of the anime industry as a whole. Yes, you read this right. This show is making history in the most brilliant way possible.
Since Japan is strict about censorship laws and is a very conservative culture, they (studio MAPPA and the director) could not show the kiss in it’s entirety. They used Viktor’s arm as a clever censorship, to get around the censorship law.
If they had shown the kiss in its entirety, they would have either had to change their rating or their genre (or both), which is a hassle and will prove to have big problems for them.
The director of the show has always loved putting gay characters in her works, whether it’d be a gay male(s) or a gay female(s). She loves to break typical Japanese stereotypes and tropes in anime and manga that are commonplace for gay characters.
Now in anime, the most typical stereotypes for gay characters are usually as follows (I’m only going to be highlighting four of the most common tropes to avoid this list from getting even longer):
The Weird Foreigner-
This stereotype is common in an anime with foreign characters. These characters are usually from outside countries or something as simple as the neighboring town/city.
This cliche or trope depicts a type of outlandish or sometimes over the top male or female foreigner who are perceived by others as having homosexual tendencies (sometimes towards the main lead(s).)
They dismiss this characters homosexual tendencies as simply being a part of the culture from where they are from, or blaming their homosexuality on their “foreignness.”
The characters will try to avoid him/her and call them strange or weird, typically negatively. They will sometimes show other characters from the same country as acting the same way as the foreigner.
The Confused/Mistaken “Heterosexual”-
This cliche/trope depicts a character, usually a teenager or young adult, who has homosexual tendencies, coming to terms with their sexuality (usually at the beginning or middle of the shows run.)
They are told by the other characters that they’ll grow out of their tendencies, or worse, will attempt to teach them how to be heterosexual because the other characters believe that they are simply “confused,” or “mistaken,” about their sexual orientation. They will attempt to correct it by any means throughout the show.
Another worse stereotype that goes hand in hand with this one, is one I’d like to call:
The Infected/Diseased Homosexual-
This trope goes hand in hand with the previous one, and is sometimes influenced by it.
It depicts a homosexual character who can turn others gay.
Yes, you read this correctly.
This character is avoided like he/she were diseased or infected, hence, the name of the stereotype.
One look or touch, or something as simple as being influenced by them, can turn a character into a homosexual too.
Often times, the other characters will try to help the, “infected,” or “confused,” character by teaching them of their heterosexuality.
But wait, there’s more!
The Homosexual Pervert/Sexual Harasser-
This stereotype is the most common, and it is the most damaging stereotype/trope in anime and manga.
The homosexual character is depicted as extremely perverted and will do absolutely anything to do as they wish to any character of the same sex (typically the main character.)
This character may also touch, grope, or hold onto their desired character without consent and are typically represented as not taking, “no” for an answer.
On an even more damaging scale, these characters may also kiss, or attempt to rapea character of the same sex with no particular order or care for the feelings of the character they are attracted to.
The less serious on this scale, is a homosexual character that has an attraction to a character of the same sex, but they do not force themselves onto the character.
This character’s only purpose get in their desired character’s way, be obscenely annoying, or a nuance to the character or plot and may even be violent to the love interest of the character they are attracted to.
Which is not as bad, but is still a damaging trope nonetheless.
Not only do typical anime and manga use and incorporate these stereotypes into their material on a regular basis, but Yaoi and Shonen-Ai also use these tropes too.
Yes, you read right. The genre that features a gay love story/gay characters in an abundance, also uses these stereotypes just as much as other shows, if not, maybe more.
You might be thinking, “Lyra, how could a genre about gay characters incorporate these negative stereotypes just as much as your typical anime or manga?”
I’ll tell you.
I have seen a lot of Yaoi, I have read a lot of BL, and over time I have noticed a predictable cycle of negative stereotypes and unhealthy romances that, after a while, just become background fodder.
My most recent watch was JunJou Romantica, which was decent enough, but I cannot begin to describe to you just how many times I’ve seen the Homosexual Pervert/Sexual Harasser trope used in Yaoi, Shonen-Ai, and BL as a plot point.
Typically, the main character will be in denial about his sexuality. The main character then meets his love interest. Now at this point in the story, the love interest will either be the aggressor and sexually harass the main characteruntil he gives in, or there will be another character to sexually harass the main character, appointing the love interest to save the main character (usually out of jealousy or selfishness.)
When the main character is out of danger, the love interest will typically do the same thing to the main character as the previous aggressor was just attempting, but it will typically have a different effect because, “it’s you, and you’re different.”
Sound familiar? That’s because this is the exact formula for any BL or Yaoi story. There may be some changes or differences between some, but this is the absolute blue print for any type of unhealthy BL romance out there.
Not only is this extremely disengaging and damaging, but there is another strange and equally damaging stereotype that is typically selective to Yaoi and BL.
The Uke/Seme Mentality-
This trope is everywhere. In every single BL or Yaoi romance.
Now this usually is supposed to display who is more submissive and who is more dominant in the relationship. Nothing inherently wrong there, right?
Except when the uke is portrayed as more emotional, more womanly, and always submissive in the relationship. Especially when the seme is always portrayed as barely emotional, manipulative, and always dominant in the relationship.
This is inherently, imitating heterosexuality and is very inaccurate when it comes to two men or two women who share an equal attraction to one another.
Two men or two women in a relationship are equals, and one should not treat one as being the, “woman,” and the other as being the, “man,” in the relationship. They are both men/both women. They are equals.
Not only are these stereotypes negative towards gay characters in anime and manga, but there a ton of regular romantic stereotypes that are just as unhealthy and forced.
So much so, that any romance with these tropes is just hard to watch or practically unbearable to sit through.
Here’s a brief list of some of these tropes (these should be obvious/self explanatory so I won’t waste your time explaining them):
Attraction is instant/rushed.
Attraction is only valid between a male and female lead.
Characters decide they love each other within the first moments/days of meeting each other.
Conversations between the two characters are rushed with little to no importance.
The romance hinders the plot and/or does not progress it.
The romance does not benefit the plot/is practically meaningless.
The romance is only valid when the characters kiss or have sexual intercourse.
One or both partners say/do things to their significant other without their consent.
One or both partners assume that since they are in a romantic relationship, they can kiss or have sex with their significant other any time they want to, and will ignore when they tell them to stop or that they are not in the mood.
One or both partners will consciously ignore problems within the relationship, instead of addressing them.
One or both partners will not fully trust one another.
One or both partners are consistently jealous of their significant other’s friends, exes, or family members.
One or both partners will not let their significant other have their own space or privacy.
One or both partners often fight or have miscommunications over things that people with healthy relationships would be able to address, discuss, and understand.
Miscommunications are often created to further the plot, and will
Any romantic attraction between two men or two women is often invalidated and/or ignored entirely.
One or both partners are pressured into relationships because they believe that they could never truly be happy without a significant other.
When one or both partners disregard their significant other’s feelings towards their actions or words.
When one or both partners do not confront their significant other for their wrong doing(s).
When one or both partners will not admit when they’ve done/said something that hurt their significant other and refuse to apologies for it.
When one or both partners are manipulative towards one another.
When a romance is built on lies or false pretenses/expectations.
When one or both partners only show care or affection for their significant other during sexual intercourse.
When one or both partners are not sure of the other’s feelings towards them, even after they’ve had sex or continue to show affection towards one another.
One or both partners do not appear to have any chemistry but will still say that they love each other, even when there is no existing connection between them.
One or both partners will have “crushes” on other characters to create tension between the two love interests, even if they are already in an existing relationship with other characters.
When certain characters are homophobic or disapprove of the relationship just to create high stakes for the plot.
When one or neither of the characters are likable or interesting and yet you are still expected to care about the romance between the two characters.
When one or both partners will pretend to not be in a relationship because they feel like others will disapprove/make fun of them because of it.
When little to no conflicts arise to draw the two characters closer, yet they end up together regardless.
When the two characters end up kissing or having sexual intercourse as a temporary solution to a problem or miscommunication in the relationship, instead of discussing it with one another.
The development of the relationship feels unnatural or off.
One or both partners will not benefit or better each other because of their relationship.
Now seeing as how damaging these stereotypes can be in the anime industry and in romance in general, Yuri On Ice has managed to go above and beyond what any anime, manga, or romance has managed to do.
Yuri On Ice has either avoided or destroyed these tropes entirely, and continues to do so magnificently.
It has created both a healthy, unforced, naturally growing and developing love story that just happens to be between two men, and is also destroying some of the most damaging and commonplace stereotypes for romance and gay characters in the anime industry.
Since Yuri On Ice had the guts to take on these problems head on, instead of turning away from the obvious flaws of the anime industry, it has set the bar high for other anime in the future.
It has given us a much higher expectation for a healthy romance, well portrayed and matured homosexual characters, story, animation, and music. It will leave a mark on the anime industry and it will hopefully encourage other shows to do something like this in the future.
Now, Yuri On Ice has always been iffy for me (not that I didn’t like it, I love this show). The reason it was this way for me was because I was nervous and concerned that they would abandon Viktor and Yuuri’s relationship, or sweep it under the rug and never resolve the feelings these two characters had for one another.
Yet I had always had faith that the director would pull through, and they did so magnificently.
Now since Viktor and Yuuri have kissed, people have began to say that this anime should now be in the Yaoi genre/category. That simply cannot be farther from the truth. If you’re confused as to why this is the case, this post summarizes it perfectly.
When Yuuri and Viktor kissed (on screen, no less) I knew that Japan was changing. This is one of the first sparks, that will lead to a complete change in the anime industry. Now granted, Yuri On Ice was not the first to do something like this.
No.6 was the first to feature a well portrayed homosexual lead and an unforced romance between two men without changing their genre or rating (which is seriously amazing).
Just because Yuri On Ice was the second, does not mean that it has any less impact and importance. Now, a kiss between two male characters on screen, without any change in the rating and genre is astonishing.
Having a show that’s so driven to destroy these damaging stereotypes and tropes that are so common in the anime industry, gives me hope that other shows will do this in the future.
These two shows have set such a high bar for expectation from the media, and I have faith that Yuri On Ice will continue to make history.
I filmed my first few moments of the game. Now I have never used a screen recorder before so the audio on it is absolute trash, but it kinda adds a bit to the hilarity of the situation, makes it feel a bit shitposty. But yeah this is my first ever moments with the game, watch at least till 2 mins in to get the full experience.
Now shortly after uploading this on my old ass Youtube channel with like 4 subs so i can show it to my friends, i get a comment saying simply this
I was greatly confused by this and decided to check this persons account, and sure enough.
The man has no content at all, he is a ghost. I… I think this game is cursed. I went through all of that shit with Garfield disappearing and taunting me with his constant meows, and now he is getting ghosts to haunt me through the internet. I…I think i’m gonna get a priest….
Now I fixed the horrendous audio this time and loaded it up again to see if it would work properly, and now this is all that happens. I’ve loaded it at least 7 other times and this is all that happens. Is this Hell? Have I been excommunicated by Jim Davis and Paws inc.™? HELP!
How about Matt/Dan or trans Andriel and 27 for that writing prompt thingy?
27: “When were you going to tell me that you’re pregnant?” (on ao3)
Neil almost drops the stick when he sees the two lines. “Holy shit.” It was five in the morning and the city was reasonably quiet, making his realization that much louder in the acoustics of his bathroom. He couldn’t focus on any one of his thoughts, all of them flying away from him. His hand comes up to cover his mouth. “Holy shit.”
The last time Andrew had visited was maybe three weeks ago. Since then, Neil had started getting sick in the mornings and wanting more sugar in his coffee. He thought he might be sick and had voiced these concerns during one of his lunchtime excursions with Allison. She’d taken all of his concerns with ease before a shocked look came over his face.
“Do you think -” she’d started, but then shook her head. “Neil, how long has it been since your last period?”
He knew he was due sometime soon, but it was a vague notion of time. He shrugged.
“What are you implying?” he asked, his brain still processing the question. “Oh.”
“So?” Allison tapped her nails against her glass, a nervous tick that used to give her away during poker nights. “Would it be possible?”
Neil blushed, thinking of the last time he’d seen Andrew. “It’s not not-possible,” he decided, biting his lip. “But that's… That’s not something to take lightly.”
Allison shook her head. “No, it isn’t. You shouldn’t play exy until you know for sure, just in case.”
Shouldn’t play exy. Fuck, Neil knows he shouldn’t. But what did that mean?
He still owed eighty percent of his salary to the Moriyamas for the rest of his career and he’s only been playing professionally for a few years now. He still wants to play exy, to be on the court where he feels like he can do anything. He can’t do that with a baby.
And of course, the logical answer would be an abortion. Then he wouldn’t have to worry about the baby at all. But now that he thinks he might have a baby? He wants it. He wants his kid. And it’s terrifying. He doesn’t even know how Andrew would react. If he’d want to keep it too or if he’d urge Neil to get rid of it.
But here he was, holding the positive pregnancy test in his hand. His legs were shaking as he walked to the couch to sit down. Holy shit.
He started counting in French, then in German, then in Spanish, then as far as he could in his stilted Russian. It usually helped to clear his thoughts, but it wasn’t helping so much now.
He picked up his phone to call Andrew and nearly dropped the thing, his hands were shaking so badly. In the dim lighting, the bright screen started to give him a headache the second he turned it on, but he found Andrew’s number in his contacts and held the phone to his ear, pulling his knees to his chest.
“Neil.” Andrew’s voice filtered through the speaker, Neil let out a wrecked sigh when he heard it, too relieved for words just to have that sound anchoring him.
Andrew seemed to get the memo Neil wasn’t going to talk, so he just put the phone on speaker so Neil could listen to him breathing. Over where Andrew lived, he probably wasn’t even out of bed yet, but they’d gotten into this practice a long time ago. It started when Andrew had first left Palmetto State. They both needed to know the other was safe and the sound of the other’s breathing could lull them into a peaceful sleep or comfort them after a nightmare.
“‘Drew?” Neil asked shakily after some time had passed. His knees had stopped knocking into each other and he’d mostly calmed. “Can you come here?”
“I’ll be there.” Andrew hung up soon after, trying to finish getting ready as soon as possible.
Without Andrew’s voice on the phone, Neil only had his own breath and heartbeat, as well as the sounds of the street, for company. He tried to focus on only those, but it didn’t help.
Neil found his way back to his room and curled up under the many blankets he piled on top of himself, feeling King wake up from his place at the foot of Neil’s bed and move closer to his face to lie down again. He didn’t know when he’d fallen asleep, but he woke up to his door bursting open.
Neil quickly jumped up, and King leapt from the bed in shock.
“Neil.” Andrew said, and it was so amazing to hear him without the static from the phone. He almost collapsed back into the bed, but he propped himself up against the headboard instead.
“I called you.” He wasn’t angry, at least it didn’t sound like it. He was just stating facts.
“I’m sorry.” Neil looked down. He’d left his phone on the couch.
“Idiot.” Andrew huffed, climbing in beside Neil. “Go to sleep.”
And so he did, feeling at ease with Andrew next to him, despite his anxiousness about why exactly he’d wanted Andrew there with him.
He woke up again around twelve, with Andrew gone from his side. He walked out of the room, King at his heels, to find Andrew sitting down on the couch. Not paying too much attention, he made his way to the kitchen.
“Do you want coffee?” He asked, partially interrupted by a yawn.
“No.” Well, that was a surprise.
“Okay..?” Neil, despite his confusion, simply shrugged it off. “Guess I’ll just have a whole pot to myself then.”
“Oh?” Neil turned back to look at him. “Pray tell?”
Andrew held up the pink stick in his hands. “It’s bad for the baby.”
Neil’s eyes widened and his hands shook. “I-”
“When were you going to tell me?” Andrew got up from the couch, walking towards Neil.
“Today.” Neil bites his lip. “I found out yesterday, but I’ve suspected for a week or so.” Andrew pulls him close, letting Neil bury his head in his neck.
“What are we gonna do?” Neil asked, a breathy plea for Andrew to help.
“Do you want to keep it?” Andrew’s hazel eyes bore into him with the severity of the question.
Neil thought about it, thought about how their child might be like. Thought about Andrews’s eyes and Neil’s tan skin. Thought about an energetic nightmare playing with the cats. Thought about them growing up to be even half the man Andrew was.
“Yes.” Moriyamas be damned, he wanted to hold his kid in his arms.
“Then we’ll do that.” Andrew promised, as if it were that simple. Neil let out a strangled laugh, one that came from the desperate hollows of his throat once he thought about all that their child might have to go through.
“Yeah.” He agreed, touching his hand to his stomach. “We’ll do that.”
I haven't gone to school for weeks now. I lost all motivation to complete this school year, which ends next month, and I have no friends either. Everything seems useless. I don't know what to do anymore.
take a break. i think you really need to figure out who you are, what you want in life, and how to go about finding happiness for yourself. take a leave of absence and use that time to rest, reflect, and restart.
i remember when i would walk back to my dorm room in tears after critique days because i felt so worthless compared to the rest of my peers. i doubted myself a lot and thought i had been lying to myself (and been lied to by others) about my potential and talent. but during my leave of absence, i realized i was the one creating all of these assumptions and labels, not anyone else. i realized that i had simply been lost, confused, and unprepared to jump right into college life 3,000 miles away from home. and at the time, i thought that was unacceptable. everyone else was coping and handling everything just fine, so why couldn’t i? was i not strong enough? was i incapable? was i not college material? no. i was just different. and that was okay.
i think you need to know and reassure yourself that it’s okay to be sad and stressed and unmotivated. but don’t think being in a slump means you’re stuck forever. you have all the power in the world to start over again, but only if YOU choose to. no one can force you to go to classes, make friends, or be inspired. only YOU can do that. and only YOU can make that happen when YOU realize you are worth it.
For part 2 of this story search the tag ‘thingsaretuffalloverdallyslittlesister’ I’m unable to link part two here because I’m currently only able to use tumblr mobile!
Dally couldn’t believe it when he found out about his sister. He was shocked and angry and simply confused. He couldn’t figure out how he didn’t know about this but yet there he was standing with all of his friends in the parking lot of the high school trying to spot anyone that could have resembled Dally.
He was pretty pissed off having insisted to his friends that he didn’t want to meet her. But after the initial anger cooled off a bit he did have to say that he was a bit curious just to see.
School had let out and Dally was looking at every greaser girl that walked in his eye sight but so far none caught his eye. He swore to himself wondering what the hell he was doing there. He’d never know how she was.
“Let’s get outta here you guys.” He said to his friends as he lit up a cigarette. “Man, this is stupid.”
“You’re meeting her.” Darry told his friend firmly and stopped a passing student. “Do you know a girl named Beatrice?”
The girl nodded and pointed her out before walking off.
All the guys were a bit taken aback. The girl that they were now looking at was in no way a greaser like they all thought. She was dressed to nice, although she wasn’t dressed up enough to be a soc so Dally assumed she was somewhere in the middle class, the safe zone.
She wore a light blue dress that had a classy floral pattern on it. She also wore white keds and had her hair half up. She definitely had Dally’s hair color and the gang definitely noticed that she was pretty right away. They all watched as she went over to her bike that was tied to the bike rack. Instead of getting on to ride it she began wheeling it beside her while she walked. As she became closer to passing them they noticed her tire was flat and so Steve spoke up to get her to come over to them.
“Do you need some help with that?” he asked her and nodded to the bike.
She looked surprised and a bit confused as she was pulled from her thoughts. She didn’t seem put off by the fact that they were greasers but she shook her head. “I’m alright.. Thank you though. My brother is picking me up today anyways.” she said and gave a friendly smile. Dally was staring intently at her not sure what he was feeling at that moment. She began to go again but they didn’t want her to walk off just yet so Two-Bit pointed to her hand which he had noticed was holding onto an unopened red lollipop.
“Got any more of those?” He asked. “I love candy.”
“Yea but you probably won’t like it. It’s cherry. I know most people hate that flavor but it’s my favorite.” she stated laughing a bit.
“Well,” Two-Bit grinned ear to ear as he remembered something. He pointed to Dally and spoke. “Cherry is his favorite too.”
She gave a friendly smile at Dally and pressed the lollipop into his hand. “You can have this one. I keep a whole bag of them in my backpack. And besides maybe it’ll help you kick that bad habit.” she said boldly and pointed at his cigarette.
“Yea..” Dally muttered and quickly without thinking dropped the cigarette to the ground to put it out.
“I really should go,” she said then. “My brother’s waiting for me. It was nice meeting you all. Maybe I’ll see you around.”
They watched her walk off and they even saw her brother putting the bike into the back of their car before they went off.
Dally just opened the lollipop and put it in his mouth. “Let’s go.” he muttered angrily. He shoved the wrapper of the candy into his pocket. He wouldn’t tell any of his friends but he would hold on to that wrapper. He would call himself stupid for it but would always take it out when he was alone and think about his sister who he knew was better off without him.
Dean was walking back to his car burdened with supplies. He puts the groceries in the trunk of the impala and pauses- he just heard something that sounded like a baby. Concerned as well as cautious the eldest Winchester follows the noise. In the tall grass Dean finds a baby that is less then a year old. The 19 year old Winchester spends over an hour trying to find the child’s parents with no prevail.
He checks if the young child is human and is slightly relieved that they are. “I don’t know what to do other then take you with me to the motel.” Dean says. John Winchester is very hesitant to allow an infant in the family. “Dad please… I looked for her parents for over an hour with no luck- she needs someone to look after her. Would it make you feel better if I told you that she’s human?” John reluctantly gives in.
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“Sammy don’t go.” A three almost four year old Y/N pleads. Sam looks at his little sister and sighs softly.
“I’m sorry Y/N, I don’t belong here.” Sam answers tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Y/N looks at Sam with tears in her eyes.
“Sammy.” She wails as he walks away. Dean kneels down in front of her and gently wipes away her tears.
“It’s okay Bedbug… you still got me.” He says gently scooping her up and allowing her to bury her face into the crook of his neck. The last word that Y/N ever said was Sammy- due to a terrible case of strep throat, the youngest Winchester was rendered forever mute.
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‘Where are we going?’ You sign from the passenger seat one day.
“We’re getting Sam.” Dean replies. He knows sign language but he prefers actually talking to you since your ears work just fine. “You wouldn’t remember him- you were three when he left.”
‘Does that mean I’m going to have to sit in the back- where you can’t really see what I’m signing?’
“We’ll figure something out bug.”
'Doubt Sam knows sign… so that makes you my translator- again.’
“You say it like that’s a bad thing.” It’s quiet in the cab of the impala for a bit. “Hey I was thinking-” Dean starts to say.
'That’s always dangerous.’
“Choosing to ignore that. How about we go stay the night at a hotel, since we’ve been on the road for so long.”
'Now I like that idea.’
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Once we get to the motel which isn’t that far from where Sam is, Y/N crashes on one of the two beds. Once I’m sure that she is asleep I leave the motel room to go find Sam. When I do find him, he is surprised to see me- and I’m surprised he has a girlfriend. While talking to Sam, I sign 'Dad is on a hunting trip’ just to see if Sam knows sign language. I am pretty certain that Sam just thought I did an elaborate hand gesture.
Sam is pretty adamant about not wanting to be pulled back into the family business. “You don’t have to come, but will you at least come say hello to Y/N?” I ask. Sam falters, he’s always had a bit of a soft spot for our little sister.
“Y/N is with you?” He asks. I nod in response. Sam’s girlfriend looks confused. “How old is she now? I mean the last time I saw her she was three.”
“Seven and a half, she’s going to be eight here pretty soon.”
“I pretty much missed our little sister growing up…” Sam would’ve stayed at school if it wasn’t for his girlfriend convincing him to go- just had be back before Monday. I drive back to the motel.
“Take the empty bed Sam.” I say.
“Where you going to sleep?” My younger brother asks.
“Y/N is used to sharing a bed with me.” I answer.
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The way how Dean said that makes me wonder how many times over the last four years did the two of them had to share a bed. I also have to wonder if my little sister is already hunting. I manage to fall into a bit of a fitful sleep. When I wake up I notice that Dean is already up. Y/N on the other hand is still asleep. “Morning Sammy.” Dean says.
“Morning. Pipsqueak still asleep over there?”
“Yeah… don’t try waking her up, she is a sass queen when tired.”
“Okay then… she isn’t hunting yet is she?”
“Oh hell no. She had to tag along because Pastor Jim was busy, Bobby was on a hunt with Rufus and well you know how dad is. Besides I’m pretty much the only one that understands what she is saying.”
“What do you mean?” I ask my brows knitting together.
“You’ll find out when Y/N wakes up.” Not sure what my brother was meaning, I drop the subject. Y/N wakes up about half an hour later. “Morning sleeping beauty.” Dean says with a smile. Y/N does this elaborate hand gesture similar to the one Dean did last night. Causing Dean to laugh.
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“Morning sleeping beauty.” Dean says with a grin to you when you wake up.
'Oh go take your good mood and shove it somewhere.’ You sign in response. Dean laughs.
“Wow kiddo- isn’t it a bit early to be saying things like that.”
'Like that stops you. Who’s the moose?’
“Figured you wouldn’t remember him- but that wasn’t the wording I was expecting. That’s Sam.” You simply wave hello.
“I’m confused, why did Y/N just wave at me instead of saying hello?” Sam asks in response.
“Sam, Y/N did say hello. She lost the use of her vocal chords when she was three and a half.”
“A severe case of strep throat. It was so bad that it permanently damaged her vocal chords.” Sam sits down on the other bed holding his head in his hands.
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It feels like my heart just broke into three million pieces. First I find out that Y/N barely remembers me, then I find out that my sister became forever mute right after I left for school- on top of it all I don’t know sign language so I don’t understand what she is saying.
Y/N walks over to the bed I’m sitting on and sits down next to me. She signs something but to me it’s just hand gestures. “I don’t know sign…” I tell her. My seven year old sister’s slump, a look of dejection forms on her face. She turns to Dean and signs something towards him- he nods in response.
“Y/N asked if you are okay.” Dean says translating for her.
“It’s just a lot to process. I’ll be fine (Nickname).” I answer flashing her a small smile. Y/N smiles in return, she then signs something that I didn’t need Dean to translate for me, the only sign that I actually know. Y/N just signed I love you. I then pull my little sister into a gentle hug. “I love you too bug.”
“You understood that one?” Dean asks in surprise as I let Y/N out of the hug.
“That is the only sign I know.” I admit.
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-no one’s POV-
“Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cake hole.” Dean says to Sam.
'Unless you’re me.’ You text to Sam. Since you were sitting in the back and your brothers couldn’t really see you signing you went with the next best thing.
“I’m guessing that there are a few exceptions.” Sam says when reading the text.
“(Nickname) told on me?” Dean asks with a bit of amusement in his voice. Smiling to himself he turns on some music. You start signing along to it. The thing about signing to music is that it looks like choreography in its own way. Dean sees what you’re doing in the rearview mirror and smiles a little.
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By the end of the hunt Sam pops an unexpected question to Dean. “Can Y/N stay with me for a bit- to keep her out of hunting for a while longer.”
“That’s actually a good idea the only thing is you don’t know sign…” Dean trails off, glancing at your sleeping form before returning his eyes to the road.
“I don’t but Jess does.” Dean throws his brother a look.
'It’s going to be lonely without her.’ Dean thinks to himself. You are awake by the time Dean parks in the parking lot next to Sam’s dorm. “Hey Buggy, you don’t mind staying with Sam for awhile do you?” Dean asks.
You smile slightly before texting 'no offense to Pastor Jim or Bobby but I’d rather spend time with at least one of my brothers then with them.’ Dean laughs when he reads the message.
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Y/N takes my hand when the two of us get out of Dean’s car. I can’t help but smile at her- in which she smiles in reply. “Hey Jess I’m back… and well I brought someone I want you to meet.” I say when I enter my dorm. My girlfriend looks up from her homework and smiles at me, her eyes then fall on Y/N.
“Who’s this cutie?” Jess asks walking over to us.
“This is my little sister.” I reply. Y/N smiles at my girlfriend and signs something- no idea what she’s saying though. Jess smiles before she signs anything in reply I tell her that Y/N can hear just fine just can’t speak.
It takes my girlfriend a second to process this but she then chuckles to herself before replying. “Hello Y/N. I’m Jess.” My eight year old sister grins in response. Jess and Y/N talk for awhile up until Y/N is about to pass out.
“Okay kiddo, think you need to get some sleep.” I say when Y/N yawns for the twentieth time. Poor kid doesn’t get to sleep long- my dorm catches on fire. “Y/N, we need to get out of here.” I say shaking my sister awake. The look in her eyes is asking me what’s going on. I tell her I’ll explain later, I then tell her to get outside. Y/N does so, I don’t really know why I linger in the burning dorm.
I’m not really surprised Dean shows up and tells me to get my ass outside. I do just that. I look around for Y/N slightly worried. I then spot her sitting on the trunk of Dean’s car, wrapped in a blanket and holding a toy bear close to her chest.
“Dean, I thought you left.” I say to my brother.
“I did, but Bedbug left something of hers in the backseat of my car, so I was returning it. Guess it was a good idea that I did come back.” Dean replies. “What happened?”
“I’ll explain when we don’t have innocent ears listening in.” Dean nods understandingly.
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-no one POV-
Sam tells Dean everything that just happened. “That’s how dad described the fire.” Dean points out, referring to the fire that killed the boys mom. Sam nods in agreement.
“On the ceiling and everything.” Sam agrees. “What we going to do with Bug?”
“I don’t know, I mean she hasn’t seen either of us for a while. But she’s still innocent about the world. Think we should take her to Bobby’s.” Neither of the boys notice that you just woke up, and heard that they were going to take you back to Bobby’s. A tear slides down your cheek. It seems like you’re always being left behind. You spend more time with Bobby or Pastor Jim then your own family.
When the three of you get to a hotel Sam and Dean try to engage in conversation with you but you keep your hands in your pockets, basically saying I don’t want to talk to you. “Okay what’s going on.” Dean says calling you out on it.
'The fact you’re shipping me off to Bobby’s again!’ You angrily sign in reply.
'I spend more time with him or pastor Jim more then my own family. I haven’t seen you in over a month Dean, and do not get me started on Sam!’ Sam looks blankly at you trying to understand what you’re saying- he knows that you’re beyond angry.
'Don’t you fucking Bedbug me… you son of a jackass!’
“Y/N!” Dean scolds. You do a gesture even Sam knew. You then storm out of the hotel room, you head to the lobby and sit down in a chair. You pull your notebook out of your hoodie pocket as well as a pencil. Tears stream down your cheeks as you jot down your thoughts. You’re in that spot for at least an hour, Dean actually walked past you a few times not even noticing that you’re even there. Now the last time he walks by he sees you. “There you are. Christ (nickname), you gave me a heart attack when you just walked out of the room.” He says when he sees you. You give no form of response. “Y/N, what has gotten into you… you’ve never acted out like that before.”
'Go ahead and leave me at Bobby’s I’m used to being abandoned.’ You sign in reply, breaking your brother’s heart. 'I know when I’m not wanted.’ Dean kneels in front of you and gently lowers your hands and puts them in your lap, so you won’t interrupt him.
“Don’t say things like that. You know that I’ll always come back for you… I leave you with Bobby and Pastor Jim to keep you out of dad’s drunken wrath. Trust me- it breaks my heart every time I have to leave you behind… but I do it to keep you safe. If something happened to you or Sam, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”
"you were the lilac blossoms of spring and i was the glistening, murderous lava, yet you still loved me" prompt based-ish on your header image ((it's so cool!! i can't tell what it is but it's so cool!!)
Seung-gil glanced up as a body draped over his back and a
camera appeared in front of his face. He barely had a second to blink before
the flash went off, blind him momentarily.
“Wǎan jai,” Phichit whined, “Why didn’t you smile?” His
boyfriend of two years whined before getting off his back and appearing beside
him with a pout and his phone inches from his face.
“What does that mean?” he questioned while bending down
slightly to get a better look at the photo. He didn’t mind the photo, it was
rather cute. Phichit on his back with an arm around his neck grinning wildly
for the camera which he stared blankly at. He made a note to try and send it to
himself next time Phichit was separated from his phone, maybe he would have the
chance tonight if Phichit fall asleep before him.
“What? Wǎan jai?” Phichit repeated while closing the photo
and slipping it away. He hummed softly in confirmation, earning a bright smile
“It’s just an endearment. Nothing bad, promise!” Phichit
said with a wink before leaning up on his toes to plant a kiss on his cheek.
“Endearment,” he mumbled while quickly grabbing Phichit’s
hand before the tanned male could slip away.
“Yes, endearment. Use one on me,” Phichit gasped, looking up
at him excitedly. He stared down at his boyfriend as a light blush covered his
“You want me to use-“
“To use an endearment on me. Please!” Phichit begged. He
stared down at his boyfriends face for a moment before gently squeezing Phichit’s
“Yobo,” he said ever so softly.
“Again.” Phichit demanded, startling him.
“Yobo,” he repeated, clearly and a little louder this time.
“Again.” He raised an eyebrow, not understanding why Phichit
wanted him to say it again.
“Chagiya,” he said instead, earning himself an excited look.
“Have I ever told you how much I love you speaking Korean?”
Seung-gil couldn’t help but snort and shake his head in
“Lilac,” he stated simply, earning a confused look from his
“That was in English?” Phichit said hesitantly, clearly not
“Yes,” he hummed before pulling Phichit closer, “but you are
“Why a lilac?” Phichit questioned while wrapping his only
free arm around his neck, holding them closely together.
“You are my lilac blossom of spring,” he mumbled while
pressing their foreheads together.
“Oh? And what are you?”
“Glistening, murderous lava,” he replied while letting his
eyes slide closed.
“Huh?” Phichit mumbled, confusion clear in his tone.
“You are my lilac blossom of spring and I am the glistening,
murderous lava. And yet, you still love me.” He mumbled, content to just stand
there pressed against his boyfriend.
“Where did that come from, you dork?” Phichit chuckled
before shoving him back a step, he opened his eyes just in time to watch
Phichit grab his face in both hands and draw him into a deep kiss.
“But I love you too,” the words were mumbled against his lips
and they tasted so sweet.