#I KEEP FORGETTING THE DAMN LU TAG

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[annafayeink]

Canvas of Lies

summary: Cate’s life is a careful balance of paint-splattered sweaters, rejection emails, and dreams too big to fit in her tiny apartment. Lu’s life is all charm, designer sneakers, and family obligations that come with impossible expectations. They’re best friends, polar opposites—and suddenly fake dating to help Lu survive a high-stakes family dinner. What starts as an improvised act becomes a whirlwind of tangled stories, unspoken truths, and moments that blur the line between pretend and reality. In the chaos of lies they craft together, Cate and Lu might just uncover the truths they’ve been avoiding all along.

warnings & tags: best friends to lovers; fake dating; mutual pining; slow burn; emotional hurt/comfort; fluff, angst & humor; eventual romance & smut;

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Chapter Six

The hairstylist and makeup artist Lu had hired for me had both left a little while ago. It was just me now, alone with my reflection. The guest room was familiar—but the reflection was not. I’d barely recognized myself at first, but I had to admit they’d done a damn good job.

The loose, haphazard waves of my hair that I usually let dry on their own had been styled into something smooth that cascaded over my shoulders. Dark liner traced my lashes, just enough to sharpen their shape without overwhelming them. A touch of shimmer at the inner corners made them catch the light—just like the intricate beading of the dress.

The woman who stared back at me in the mirror looked… polished. Elegant, even. It wasn’t a transformation—I still looked like me—but there was an undeniable difference. A refinement.

I pick up my clutch and take one last sweeping look around the room to make sure I’m not forgetting anything. My spare charger is still plugged to the wall beside the bed, but I always keep it here anyway. There’s a hair tie on the nightstand that I don’t even remember leaving there but I’m not gonna need it tonight. The shorts and shirt I always sleep in are already neatly folded on the top drawer of the dresser, so Lu can’t accuse me of being a slob this time.

I ran my hands down the front of my dress, smoothing out invisible wrinkles before turning to leave with a slow exhale.

Lu hadn’t seen me yet.

Stepping out of the guest room, I gathered the fabric of my dress slightly so I wouldn’t trip over the hem. My heels clicked softly against the floor as I moved toward the living room, where I knew he was waiting.

Lu was standing near the kitchen island, back towards me. His suit is a deep shade of charcoal, a midnight blue undertone catching the light just enough to complement my dress. The top buttons of his shirt were still undone, making him look like some kind of magazine spread.

He looked effortlessly good. Like he hadn’t even tried—as usual.

As I approached, I noticed he was messing with the cuffs of his suit jacket, brow slightly furrowed and lips pouting in concentration. But then he glanced up at me.

And froze.

For a second—just a breath of a moment—he didn’t move. Didn’t say anything. His hands stilled at his cuffs, his lips parting slightly as his gaze dragged over me. Slowly, like he was trying to take in every detail. Like he was seeing me for the first time.

I shifted under the weight of his stare, heat creeping up my neck. “You’re staring.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, eyes darkening ever so slightly before he finally blinked, like he had to remember how. “Cate.” His voice came out quieter than usual, almost like he was saying my name on instinct rather than forming an actual sentence.

I arched a brow, biting back a smirk. “Yes, that is my name.” 

“Yeah.” His voice came out almost dazed, softer than usual. Then, clearing his throat, he repeated, “Yeah. I, uh—damn.”

A laugh bubbled in my throat. “That’s all you’ve got? ‘Damn’?”

He dragged a hand through his curls, still looking a little thrown. “Give me a second. I wasn’t ready.” He gestured vaguely in my direction, his eyes flicking up and down like he still couldn’t quite believe what he was looking at. “I mean, look at you.”

His voice was different now—lower, rougher, like the words weren’t quite enough for whatever was running through his mind.

I shifted my weight and shrugged, keeping things easy. “Not bad for someone who usually leaves the house in paint-stained jeans, huh?”

He huffed a laugh, still looking at me like he hadn’t entirely recovered. “Yeah, well… I think I’ve been criminally underestimating what’s under all those paint stains.”

Something flickered inside my chest—dangerous, warm, entirely unwelcome.

I ignored it and rolled my eyes, pretending like I wasn’t entirely affected by the way he was looking at me. “Don’t start getting weird on me now.”

“Too late,” he muttered, still staring.

I exhaled a quiet laugh. “Anyway, I left my sneakers here last time, right? I’m gonna need those when I escape these torture heels later.”

Lu finally blinked, like he was physically shaking himself out of whatever spell he’d been under. “Yeah, they’re in the rack by the door. You planning your exit strategy already?”

I grabbed my clutch off the counter and shot him a look. “Obviously. You think I’m making it through an entire night in these without casualties?” I lifted my foot slightly, the elegant navy fabric of my dress shifting to reveal the delicate strap of my heels. They were stunning, sure, but they were also a calculated risk. The kind of shoes designed more for aesthetics than comfort.

He leaned casually against the counter, arms crossed. “You should just bring a pair of flats to keep in my car.”

I snorted. “What, start keeping emergency backup shoes here? You trying to suggest I move in again?”

A smirk curled at his lips, effortless and a little too knowing. “You do leave stuff here all the time. Sneakers, makeup, sweaters… And somehow you always steal my hoodies.”

“—okay, the hoodie thing is totally normal. Friends borrow each other’s stuff,” I argued.

Lu tilted his head. “You’re not borrowing them. You just kinda… claim them.”

I narrowed my eyes. “That’s how it works, Lu. Finders keepers.”

His smirk deepened. “That’s why I keep finding your stuff in my closet?”

I scoffed. “Okay, that was one time. I left a sweater in the laundry and you hung it up—big deal.”

He shrugged, looking far too pleased with himself. “Guess I’ll have to start keeping a Cate section in my wardrobe.”

Before I could retort, he straightened and pushed off the counter. “C’mon, we should go. Fashionably late isn’t a thing with my mother.” 

“Wait…” I walked over to him and grabbed the tie draped over the counter. “You're forgetting something. Come here.”

His tie was a slightly darker shade than the accents on his suit, matching the exact tone of my gown—a subtle coordination that I knew wasn't an accident.

He stepped closer without a word, the space between us shrinking until I could feel the warmth radiating off him. My fingers brushed lightly against his chest as I finished buttoning his shirt. I tried to ignore how solid he felt under the fabric, pretending I didn't notice how his breath hitched ever so slightly at the contact.

Then I looped the silk tie around his neck with a practiced motion. I focused on the knot, fingers moving automatically, but my thoughts drifted. I was halfway through an Eldredge knot when it hit me.

How normal this was. How natural. How close we always stood. How easily we existed in each other’s space without thinking twice. This wasn’t new. This was us. Whatever happened tonight, it wouldn’t change that. We’d still have this.

I tightened the knot gently, the silk gliding between my fingers as I looked up at him. “You nervous?” I asked, my voice quieter now, like I didn’t want to break the moment.

He exhaled slowly, and I felt the warmth of it ghost over my cheek. “Not nervous, just… not looking forward to all the pretense and theatrics.”

I nodded, letting my hands linger for a second longer before stepping back to check my work.

He reached up to feel the knot, smiling. “Seriously? You learned this one?”

I shrugged, a small smile tugging at my lips. “Well, someone had to. You can never get it right.”

There was something about seeing him in a tailored suit that hit differently. It fit perfectly. The crisp lines emphasized the broadness of his shoulders, the slim cut accentuated his frame, and the dark fabric contrasted against his skin. 

Suddenly, I had the unsettling realization that I was also staring a little.

I snapped my gaze up. Lu caught me looking, and his smirk immediately turned smug. “Don’t start getting weird on me now,” he echoed.

I huffed a laugh, following him out the door. “Too late.”

The estate was everything I expected and more. Grand, imposing, something that’s not just meant to be a home but a statement—the kind that screams old money and control. I remember Lu once joking it looked like a hotel for emotionally repressed aristocrats and now I could finally understand why. Everything was elegant and sharp lines, from the perfectly trimmed hedges to the windows that probably cost more than my entire apartment.

There was already a line of luxury vehicles ahead of us, each one greeted by gloved valets and ushered into some underground car dimension I would never be rich enough to comprehend.

We pulled up to the circular driveway and Lu put the car in park, turning to me with a crooked smile. “Last chance to run away.”

“Yeah, like I would ever leave you alone with the wolves,” I replied. “Besides, I wouldn’t make it too far in these heels.”

He snorted, then glanced at me with that calm, grounding look he always seemed to have in moments like this—steady, unwavering. I hadn’t even realized how tightly I was clutching my purse until my fingers loosened, the tension slipping away like the receding tide.

Lu got out first and circled around the car to open my door himself, offering me a hand as I stepped out. We walked up the steps with my hand looped around his arm, steadying each other.

The inside of the house was just as extravagant. The reception area was a cathedral of chandeliers, polished floors and gold accents. The air was filled with the soft hum of soft jazz, and the gentle clink of champagne flutes. 

Everywhere I looked, people were either subtly scanning the room or leaning in close to exchange pleasantries laced with intent. Every smile looked just a little too sharp around the edges.

Lu guided me through the crowd with effortless familiarity, greeting a few guests by name, offering nods here and there. 

I had just enough time to take a breath before I spotted her—his mother, Marina, standing near the marble staircase with a glass of white wine and that same unreadable expression she wore the night before. Regal. Composed. Frostbitten.

“Come on,” Lu said under his breath. “Might as well get this over with.”

We made our way over, and I pasted on the kind of polite smile that felt just shy of a mask.

“Mother,” Lu greeted smoothly. “You remember Cate.”

Her eyes flicked to me with that same slow scan she’d given me in his apartment—only now it was framed by a crowd and decades of social training. She smiled, technically, though nothing about it touched her eyes.

“Cate, how lovely to see you again,” she said, with a tone that made it sound like she hoped it would be the last time she saw me. “I wasn’t sure you’d be able to make it. You look… very polished.”

“Thank you, that’s so much kinder than I expected” I said, keeping my tone pleasant while already simmering on the inside. “And happy anniversary.”

Her gaze lingered just long enough to make me want to squirm, then she turned to signal someone behind her. “Oscar. Come say hello.”

A man in his mid-sixties approached from a nearby conversation. He looked like an older version of Lu, with the same sharp jawline, same hazel eyes, same dark curls—even though his were already turning a little grey here and there. 

“Papà, this is Cate,” Lu said, after a brief hug.

“Cate,” Oscar greeted, offering a handshake. “Glad you could join us.”

He didn’t smile, but his tone was smoother than Marina’s. More neutral. He looked me up and down subtly, assessing. And then I saw it—the faint wrinkle of disapproval behind his otherwise calm expression. He was better at hiding it than Marina, but I could tell he agreed with her. About me. About my “relationship” with Lu.

They really were invested in making him miserable because of his love life choices.

Before the silence could stretch any further, two voices cut clean through the hum of the room.

“There you are!”

I turned just in time to see two women making their way over—beautiful, magnetic, and moving with the effortless confidence of people who knew exactly how to own a room. Their energy was a welcome rush of air, slicing through the heaviness like an open window in a stifling corridor.

They swept Lu into a flurry of hugs and cheek kisses, talking over each other, already laughing. Watching them, it didn’t take long to realize who they were.

His sisters.

And for a second, all I could think about was how ridiculously unfair this gene pool was.

Lu introduced the taller one—almost his height—as Francesca. She had Marina’s icy blue eyes but none of her chill, sharp cheekbones that belonged in an old painting. There was warmth in her, immediate and disarming, like she chose to look at you with kindness.

“Cate, we’ve heard so much about you!” she said, turning her attention to me with a smile.

“You have?” I smirked, glancing sideways at Lu, who was now doing a spectacular job of pretending he wasn’t suddenly interested in the pattern on the floor.

“He never shuts up about you, you know,” Francesca added cheerfully.

“Could you not?” Lu muttered under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck.

The other woman—shorter than Francesca but curvier, with honey-blonde hair and soft hazel eyes—wrapped me in a hug before Lu could even finish introducing her.

“I’m Giovanna,” she said, hugging me like we’d known each other for years. Something in my spine eased just a little.

“We were starting to think you didn’t actually exist,” she teased, shooting a look at her brother.

Lu rolled his eyes and stepped back to my side, fingers grazing the small of my back in a touch so familiar it made me want to lean into it. The tension that had knotted itself under my ribs since we walked in loosened considerably.

There was something undeniably human about the two of them—their warmth, their humor, the way they nudged and needled Lu like only siblings could. It was like a pin had popped the formality balloon, and suddenly I wasn’t floating alone in some cold, glittering vacuum.

“We’re so glad you came,” Giovanna said, looping her arm through mine with casual familiarity. “Seriously. Our brother’s been smiling more lately, and it’s honestly suspicious.”

Something about the way she said it—so light, so offhanded—landed somewhere soft in my chest.

I didn’t think Lu had changed. Not really. He still teased me when I overwatered my plants, still rolled his eyes at my awful coffee, still talked too fast when he got excited about some new AI project he was building. He’d always been like that with me.

But maybe that version of him—unguarded, warm, a little chaotic—was starting to seep into the rest of his life. The parts of him his family didn’t usually get to see.

And maybe they were finally noticing.

Maybe this night wouldn't be all barbed looks and quiet judgment. Maybe some corners of his world were warm enough to breathe in.

And somehow, the thought that I might’ve brought that warmth with me—that maybe I was part of what made him lighter—made something flutter low and deep in my stomach.

But then Marina’s voice floated back in, smooth as silk and twice as cutting.

“Shall we move into the dining room? I believe we’re ready to begin.”

Lu’s hand grazed mine—brief, grounding—and I followed the crowd, reminding myself not to let the mask slip. 

The mahogany table stretched almost the length of the dining room—long, rectangular, and intimidating. Every place setting gleamed with gold-rimmed plates, polished silver, crystal glasses that chimed if you even thought about touching them.

Lu slowed beside me, scanning the place cards. His jaw tensed the moment he spotted his name—followed by Anastasia Ricci, two seats to the right of his father.

I followed his gaze down the table. My name sat halfway down the table like an afterthought—like punishment. Far enough that even conversation would be out of reach. I was seated beside Giovanna.

Lu turned to his mother with a smile so tight it might as well have been drawn on with wire. “Interesting seating choices, Mother.”

Marina didn’t even blink. “It’s just a table, Luigi.”

“Funny. Looks more like strategy.”

She lifted her glass and smiled towards a group of arriving guests, effectively ending the conversation.

Giovanna showed up beside us, her tone breezy but loaded. “Don’t worry, little brother,” she murmured, linking her arm with mine. “I’ll take care of your girl.”

Lu’s gaze flicked to mine. We didn’t need words. I nodded, subtly, and he sighed, reluctantly peeling away towards his seat beside Anastasia.

I slid into my chair next to Giovanna, trying not to wince at the visual across the table. Anastasia was already leaning in, her hand grazing Lu’s arm under the guise of laughter. She was animated, smiling too hard, her body angled entirely towards him.

Lu didn’t touch her back. Didn’t encourage her. But he didn’t exactly shut it down either.

I hated it.

And it wasn’t just because she’s grating. It was because Anastasia got to sit beside him, acting like she belonged there even though he couldn’t give two shits about her. It was the way she clearly thought she already owned him, no matter what. 

I forced myself to look away, grabbing my wine glass instead.

“She’s laying it on thick tonight,” Giovanna said dryly, swirling her wine. “Mother must’ve promised her something.”

I snorted softly. “Like a prize horse?”

“Exactly.” She lifted her glass in mock salute. “Win over the prodigal son, get a villa.”

I glanced towards the head of the table and caught Oscar pressing his lips together. It was barely noticeable, but Giovanna saw too.

“That’s his ‘I don’t approve but I won’t start a war about it’ face,” she said. “Trust me, I know it well.”

“You think that’s about Anastasia?”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong. He absolutely wants Luigi to marry Anastasia,” she said with a shrug. “He just thinks Mother’s playing it too aggressively. And the more she pushes…”

“…the more he pulls away,” I finished.

Giovanna gave me a look. “See? You get him.”

I glanced back across the table—Lu was angled slightly away from Anastasia, keeping a polite distance while she spoke animatedly beside him. He wasn’t laughing at anything she was saying.

Then—his eyes found mine. Just a glance. Just a second. But it was enough to stop everything else.

In that moment, we didn’t need words. The noise and glitter of the room fell away, and it was just us again. The way it always was.

He was telling me he hated everything. That he didn’t ask for any of it. That I’m the only one he wanted to be sitting beside.

I gave him a knowing look and smile. It’s okay, I tried to say with just that. We’ve got this.

He blinked slowly, the corner of his mouth tugging up just slightly. Then he looked away, back to the performance he was stuck playing with Anastasia.

“God, you two are disgusting,” Giovanna said beside me, amused. “You just had an entire conversation without saying a single word.”

I blinked, barely holding back a grin.

“We do that a lot,” I said, and the words came out a little too easily—like a truth I didn’t have to think about. Like it had always been that way.

Giovanna tilted her head, studying me with something softer in her expression now. Less teasing, more observant.

“Yeah,” she said after a pause, “I can see why Luigi’s so in love with you.”

I froze. The words hit me harder than I expected.

I didn’t flinch, didn’t react outwardly—but something inside me jolted. A small, sharp twitch that made my breath catch for just a second too long.

My first instinct was to laugh it off. But I couldn’t even do that, could I? I couldn’t say ‘he’s not’, or ‘give that man an Oscar’ because wasn’t this the whole point of our arrangement?

We were supposed to pretend we were in love. That was the deal. That was the line. There were rules and a script and carefully fabricated lies. 

I couldn’t deny it. Not without throwing the whole charade into question, not without making it obvious that something wasn’t adding up.

But this didn’t feel like a part of the rehearsed story. It wasn’t a line we’d practiced or a move we’d planned. 

This was someone else saying it out loud—so casually, like it was obvious, like it was real. 

It shook something loose in my chest that I hadn’t realized was even there. I reached for my wine glass again, needing the distraction. The bitter warmth steadied me more than I wanted to admit.

I’d prepared for the judgment. For the scrutiny. For his mother’s cold glares and Anastasia’s smug little smiles.

But this?

I hadn’t prepared for this.

After a stretch of silence, Giovanna spoke again, her tone light and decisive.

“I’ve decided we’re going to be friends,” Giovanna said, pulling me back with the kind of certainty only middle children and therapists usually have. “Mother sat me all the way down here for a reason, you know.”

I tilted my head. “Oh?”

“Yeah, I’m absolutely her least favorite kid.” She grinned, lifting her glass in a casual toast. “Middle child, family disappointment, emotional liability. I check all the boxes for the title of ‘black sheep.’”

I laughed—quietly, but genuinely. It felt good. Unexpected, but good.

You get why she didn’t seat you with Luigi, right?” Giovanna said, her voice dipping softer now, like she wasn’t just making conversation anymore. “She wants you to feel like a plus-one. Temporary. Decorative.”

She tilted her head, eyes scanning the room.

“And if he hadn’t gotten up this morning and decided to color-coordinate with you—very hot, by the way—you might’ve just faded into the curtains.”

I glanced down at my gown, the deep navy silk catching the light like rippling water.

“I’m… trying to take that as a compliment.”

Giovanna’s smile warmed, softer now, more sincere.

“It is one. You’re making waves, Cate—even when you don’t mean to.”

My gaze drifted back across the table. Anastasia was laughing at something Lu didn’t say, leaning in too close, her smile practiced and bright. Lu, meanwhile, looked like he was mentally calculating how many exits were in the room.

“I hate this,” I murmured, before I could stop myself.

Giovanna followed my gaze, then leaned in, her voice low and steady.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “You’re the one he looks at like he can breathe again.”

My stomach did a small, traitorous flip.

I should’ve laughed. Rolled my eyes. I really just wanted to say something breezy like “He’s just a good actor,” or “We’ve rehearsed this a lot.” But the words caught somewhere in my throat.

Because I couldn’t say any of that. And worse—part of me wasn’t even sure if I’d be lying or telling the truth anymore.

So I said nothing.

I just smiled tightly, like I’d accepted a compliment I wasn’t sure how to take, and reached for my wine again—like maybe the glass could anchor me better than words.

This was supposed to be pretend. A favor. A façade. 

But here was Giovanna, someone smart and sharp and way too perceptive, looking at me like this was the most obvious thing in the room.

How the hell is she seeing all of this?

I kept my gaze steady, kept my breathing calm, but beneath the surface, something was shifting. Cracking.

Across the table, Lu glances my way again. Our eyes meet, and I swear for a moment we’re not surrounded by crystal and judgment and strategic seating.

We’re just us.

And suddenly, I can breathe again too.

As dessert plates were cleared and the servers began their subtle ballet of resetting the space, Giovanna leaned toward me again.

“After dinner, a bunch of people from the art scene are showing up,” she said casually. “Some of them are old gallery contacts. I’ll introduce you.”

I blinked, caught off guard. “You… know people from the art world?”

She gave me a flat look that was all mock offense. “Cate. I’m a disaster, not uncultured.”

That pulled a laugh from me—real, sudden, and a little brighter than I expected. “Thank you.”

And I meant it more than I could explain. For the support. For treating me like I belonged. For seeing me.

A soft chime from the far end of the room drew everyone’s attention.

Marina was already rising from her seat—graceful, composed, as if she’d spent the entire evening rehearsing for a portrait no one asked her to pose for. Oscar stood a beat later, pushing his chair back with quiet precision, the kind of quiet that spoke of lifelong conditioning.

And just like that, the spell broke.

Chairs scraped back from the table in a polite chorus, conversations rose in volume like a tide returning, and guests began their elegant migration toward the lounge. Crystal glasses clinked, laughter rebooted, and dessert plates were promptly forgotten.

Across the room, Lu stood—not slowly and politely.

Immediately.

Anastasia was mid-sentence, one hand gesturing delicately in his direction, but he didn’t so much as glance at her. He didn’t wait.

He was already moving.

His eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, the chaos of the room faded into background noise. His steps were steady, unhurried, but unyielding—like he’d been holding back all night and now that the barrier had lifted, he couldn’t get to me fast enough.

I barely registered her disappointment as he made a direct beeline towards me, like gravity has suddenly decided it worked differently just for us.

Giovanna let out a quiet, amused chuckle at my side. “Dramatic,” she murmured into her wine glass. “I approve.”

I stood just as Lu reached me, heart thudding a little too loud for comfort. And when he got to me, he didn’t just stop and speak—he reached for me.

Without a word, Lu pulled me into a hug.

Not showy. Not performative. Just… real.

One arm curved around my waist, the other up between my shoulder blades, anchoring me like I was the only real thing he had left to hold onto. His forehead brushed my temple for just a beat—long enough to breathe me in.

And just like that, the noise of the room faded.

It was solid and grounding, like he needed the contact just as much as I did. Maybe more.

His cheek brushed the side of my head before he drew back just enough to see my face. I didn’t even realize how much I needed it until I felt him wrap around me like that. Not for the crowd. Just for me.

For a second, he didn’t say anything. He just looked at me—searching, checking, like he was making sure I was still here, still me, still okay.

Like the whole night had been leading to this exact moment.

Then, low enough for only me to hear:

“I’m going to kill her.”

I huffed a soft laugh, the tension cracking just a little at the edges. “She’s trying really hard, huh.”

“To get me to elope.” He rolled his eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching. “With an audience.”

His fingers brushed against my waist again, warm through the silk. The dress didn’t feel like someone else’s now. His voice dipped.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Giovanna kept me sane.” I glanced to the side and smiled. “She’s surprisingly awesome.”

“She’s the best one,” he said without hesitation, and Giovanna—still pretending not to eavesdrop—flashed us a smug smile over the rim of her glass.

Lu’s knuckles grazed gently along my cheek, and I leaned into it before I could stop myself.

“Thank you for surviving that,” he murmured.

“Thank you for making it obvious who you’d rather be sitting with,” I replied, just as quietly.

His smile came slow and quiet—lopsided and entirely his, the kind that only ever belonged to me.

“Always.”

And just like that, the tension of the evening began to unravel—one look, one touch at a time.

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THERES NOTHING WRONG WITH ME OR BENNY DEMARCO SHE DESERVES TO HAVE A BEAUTIFUL MAN WITH BIG BROWN EYES AND DAY OLD SCRUFF MOAN LIKE A WANTON COURTESAN WHILE SLURPING AT HER HONYED OASIS FOR AN UNGODLY LONG TIME BECAUSE HE WNATS TO AND THIS ISNT ABOUT LU, IT IS BUT IT ISNT BECAUSE LU NEEDS TO JUST REMEMBER HOW TI ENJOY YHINGS AND TUG ON HIS SILKY BLACK HAIR AND LET THIS MAN GET HIS LITTLE LU BUG FIX SO HE REGAIN THE WILL TO LIVE AFTER NOT SLEEPING A FULL FOUR HOURS LAST NIGJT DUE TO THE DREAMS…..

I was stalking the Lu and Benny tag and this took me out tell me more about him eating her out to cope with his insomnia 😫

Thank goodness someone else is obsessed with this part. Uhem. Lemme tell how I see it…

Benny has fucking horrible insomnia. It’s not nearly as volatile or climactic as some of his triggers (such as fireworks) but it takes a damn toll. Not just at facing another damn night staring at the ceiling that begins to become a screen of all his worst memories but in the daytime too, he spaces out, he loses track of time, he forgets names and context. He’s excellent at managing, utterly excellent but he worries his mama sick as he doesn’t exactly improve as the years go on.

Lu learns of this soon. Partly because this sweet man will extract himself from her arms to sit outside or on the couch rather than wake with his wakefulness. Of course, our girl is two things: a clingy crustacean of a cuddler and a hardcore empath. Long story short, Benny doesn’t spend many nights alone because she catches most of them. And he learns that if he won’t stay in bed then that means she’s gonna join him sitting on his frigid front porch steps until they both can’t feel their legs.

So he gives in and stays. Often just loves to watch and pet her in those hours, light enough he learns that she’ll not stir but it helps keep the worst at bay. And when she wakes up come morning, he’s been waiting for this moment for a good three hours. The flutter of her eyelids, the firm hold of her hands on his ribs, the press of her face to his shoulder, lips parting to yawn and smooch at any piece of him near enough. She’s groggy and dense in the mornings, only time she’s not a spastic bundle of energy. And he coaxes her to stay awake a little sooner than need be so that he can in fact kiss down her sleep warm body and taste what he’s been using as a promise for himself all night. 🥹

It’s not an insomnia cure. And he’d never wake her to distract himself. But it’s a reward. Something to assure himself of as surely as the dawn

[xo-cuteplosion-xo]

hii lu <3 you said comfort requests are always open so I thought I’d request something since I really love your writing :)

how about dazai and akutagawa comforting or helping an s/o who’s having trouble with basic tasks (showering, eating, getting up, falling asleep) due to possible depression? like they’re drained and have no motivation to do anything anymore.

feel free to ignore this if you’d like! and as always, take care of yourself ily 💕

Aight, so because you said “possible”, I’m gonna go with undiagnosed depression. Sorry for the mix of HC and fic with this, but I figured that was the easiest way to do this request?

Comfort for (possible) depression | Dazai, Akutagawa x reader

Warnings: talks of depression references to self-harm

Dazai-

He notices right away. There is nothing he pays attention to more than you. After all, that’s what partners are for right? He sees you as his one and only, and that means he cares for your mental well-being.

He does however invade privacy, but he has his reasons. For one, he understands the pain. At first, you may notice how you're left with one razor and it’s a safety razor. That’s all you have to shave. Asking Dazai about it goes nowhere because he’s an excellent liar, so he convinces you he knows nothing. Slowly, you’ll notice medication start to be organized and the extras hidden in the back. He denies any knowledge, even if it makes you skeptical.

He knows, and damn does it hurt him to see you slowly start to stop caring. The lack of self-hygiene, the way he had to ask you when your last shower was. He misses your fun-filled nights, he really does. Yet here he is stuck. He doesn't want to be too clingy, too pushy, or overprotective, because losing you would be the end of him.

But god, does he know what you're going through, yet you don’t talk about it. You just keep struggling. He watches every day as more simple tasks become difficult and meaningless. Brushing your hair, keeping your room tidy, making the bed, and even just walking away from the sofa. 

When it gets really bad, like bad enough that you just won’t get out of bed, when you stop eating unless you really feel the need to. He steps in more than he thought he should. He was waiting, waiting for you to come to him. Yeah, it stung that you didn’t talk about it, but he also understood the pressure of putting something like this on another's shoulders.

He won’t leave till you tell him. Even if it’s “I haven't been feeling upbeat lately.” “I don't know, I'm just sad.” If anything like that comes from your mouth, he’ll nod and try to press for more.

Then he starts taking care of you. His first part is getting you back to three meals a day.

The next deal is fixing the sleep schedule, what he suspects as undiagnosed depression, destroyed.

When you get some normality back, he will, even if you don’t want it, pick you up and drag you around the house until you start doing it yourself.

Don’t worry, take your time, cause Lord does he understand how hard it is some days to get out of bed.

He checks though, that’s the one thing you don’t get a say in. His hands will touch your skin, and he knows how he used to get away with it. Small cuts on the legs or in places nobody would normally look. He looks there just to make sure you aren't doing what he did to himself.

He loves you, he won’t let you forget that because he smothers you with morning kisses, sloppy and affectionate. And at night, he covers your hands and cheeks in tired goodnight pecks.

Every meal, whether it's frozen or ordered, is given to you with affection.

He's patient, he’s willing to wait until you start doing daily chores on your own. Small things like bathing without being asked. He’ll smile when he sees how your eye bags start to get lighter, and your complexion gets closer to being how it was.

One day he hopes whatever put you in such a bad place will come out, and he’ll be the one holding you in his arms and whispering how everything is alright.

Akutagawa-

It takes a while for him to notice. He mostly notices when you stop doing work.

Then he’ll take into account how tired and worn out you are.

He’s not affectionate, and it’s something you knew about him, so seeing him pamper you with questions is always striking.

When you're alone, he can be more touchy and open, but he’s always so cold. Seeing him ask so many questions that you can’t keep up with may not be the best for you, but it shows you he cares.

When he does slow down, he only goes over the most important questions. He asks if you’re feeling well. Ask if you're stressed, or need a break.

Being the way he is, depression isn’t something he auto recognizes, so while he stands there every morning watching you do less and less, he researches it. 

When he finds you may be suffering from something that couldn’t be seen on the outside without careful observation, he starts making it very clear how much he loves you. 

He doesn't understand it enough to sympathize completely, but he understands you're not happy. 

Being the kind of person he is, he automatically thinks it was somebody who did this. He may be right, but he stays silent for your sake.

He’s there for you to rant to. If you ever break down, he’s ready for you. You’ve seen him get worked up once, maybe twice, and you never left him, so he’d be returning the gesture.

He also insists you attend therapy and get diagnosed. He does not care if you don’t want to, because very clearly you need to talk to somebody, and he heard therapy actually helps people cope. He’d rather you not hurt yourself or use… work’s mafia activities to cope

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[obeyme-darling]

Proposition

[Diavolo x Shy!Fem!MC x Lucifer]

Summary: You’ve been having bad thoughts about Lucifer, and being a nice girlfriend, you bring this up to Diavolo.

Warnings: Voyeurism, spanking, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (If you want/need anything tagged, let me know!!)

Words: 3,600+

A/N: This is mostly Lucifer fucking you, while Diavolo watches. If you would like a part two lemme know! I haven’t written for Obey Me before, and I haven’t actually written anything in months. I feel a little rusty, but as I write that’ll go away. I really hope you all enjoy this! REQUESTS ARE OPEN! ~Admin Doe

You clutched your bookbag close to your side as you made your way down the hall towards Diavolo’s office. You were more nervous than usual, a lot was on your mind and you weren’t sure you would be able to get it off your chest. You didn’t want Diavolo to expel you, or worse...

“MC,” A voice caught your attention. You turned to find Lucifer.

You hadn’t expected much less honestly, only the brothers really talked to you now. Most people found out about you and Diavolo through the grapevine and most of them decided to stay far, far away.

“Oh, um, yes?” You fumbled on your words, hands shaking and jittering.

“Are you going to see the Prince?” His voice, he sounded annoyed. And pissed.

“Uh, yes, but then I’m heading to class! I just need to talk-”

“I don’t really care. I just need you to give this to him. For his eyes only.”

He handed you some folder and turned to walk off. You nodded and began your long, horrible walk to Diavolo’s office. You held the folder close to your chest, arms wrapped around it, as to make sure you didn’t lose anything important.

You grew curious, thinking more about Lucifer than you had in awhile. Why would he trust you to give him something so important? He was more than capable of doing it himself. And would have probably preferred to do that.

You reached the office and gently knocked.

“Just a minute!” Diavolo’s voice soothed you.

While waiting you looked at the folder in your hands. You slowly opened it and found... Nothing. There was absolutely nothing in that damned folder that was so damn important for ‘his eyes only’.

“Oh! MC!” Diavolo looked at you with so much adoration, “I told you, you didn’t have to knock!”

“Oh, you know, I don’t wanna barge in on anything. That would be... not so good-”

“Don’t worry about, I don’t mind you barging in.” He winked at you and pulled you in his office. “What are you looking at by the way? Is that something secret? For your eyes only? Like, literally.”

“No? I don’t think so... Lu-” You stopped yourself, “I honestly don’t know.”

Diavolo did not ask any questions. He just pounced. The empty folder hit the floor and you were pinned against the door immediately. Your wrists were placed above your head and lips trailed hot kisses from your mouth, to your jawline, down to your neck. A soft moan escaped from your lips and you relaxed into Diavolo’s touch.

 “So, what brings you here?” Diavolo asked in between kisses.

Suddenly you remembered. Lucifer. You were having thoughts about Lucifer and you needed to bring it up to your almost boyfriend. You still would die for Diavolo, but Lucifer was slowly creeping into your head and after what he did earlier, you were very confused.

Diavolo’s fingers ran up your thigh, pulling up your skirt and playing with the waistband of your underwear. You were in a trance. You forgot about everything and just shook your head at Diavolo.

“C’mon, something was very important.”

He spoke to you as if he wasn’t pulling down your underwear. His fingers curled inside of you and his other hand held your wrists, still above your head. You swallowed hard and his lips pressed to your throat. Suddenly, you were imagining Lucifer dragging his teeth across your flesh, almost drawing blood.

Diavolo’s fingers picked up pace and you gasped, eyes screwed shut. You bit your tongue and bucked into Diavolo’s fingers.

“Baby, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong. You were very stressed earlier, something is wrong.”

You wanted to say ‘not anymore’. But you couldn’t. That wasn’t right to Diavolo. Diavolo was looking at you now, but his fingers were still deep inside of you.

“Fuck,” you mumbled. “It’s about Lucifer.”

Diavolo immediately pulled his fingers from you and gave you a serious look. You let a surprised gasp and your wrists fell back to your sides.

“What about him?” Diavolo pouted, sure you were in trouble with the other demon.

“Uh,” Diavolo’s pout caused your stomach to twist. You didn't want to bring up your horrible thoughts, but something urged you to, “Maybe we should just forget about this and I should go to class?” You pushed beside Diavolo and grabbed your bookbag.

“No, no-” Diavolo gently grabbed your arm, “Something isn’t right, MC, I think you should tell me...”

“Okay...” You sucked in air, harshly, and decided to go with what your gut was telling you, “I’ve been having these... weird, lewd even, thoughts about Lucifer. I mean-” You put your hands up and your eyes widened, “I don’t love him like you! Wait, I mean, I don’t love- Fuck. Excuse me.”

You pulled your foot from your mouth and your hand away from Diavolo’s. You went to open the door of his office and he stopped you, again.

“Wait, I’m going to disregard whatever the fuck that last part was, and just focus on Lucifer.” Diavolo had caught your attention now, you turned around and saw him sitting on his desk with his D.D.D in hand. “I have been in that same boat, y’know, I adore you, but Lucifer... He has also caught my eye. I have no intention of losing you, but full intentions of... including Luci in on whatever this is.”

You narrowed your eyes, curious as to what he was about to do. You nodded, “Okay...” As soon as Diavolo began to punch in something on his phone you put your hands up, your eyes widening, “What?! Right now?”

“Uh, yea? I mean, if you want. He practically has to come when I call, I won’t tell him why over the phone. No one else has to know.” He reassured you. You nodded and hugged your arms close to yourself. You wanted to ask him questions anyway, so why not make him drag his ass to Diavolo’s office?

Diavolo called him and sternly told him to come to his office, that it was important. You could almost hear Lucifer roll his eyes at Diavolo. Now, you wait.

“So...” You trailed off. “What do we do now?”

Diavolo patted his lap and you eagerly approached him. He settled you on his thigh and bounced his leg slightly. You gasped and looked at him with confusion. Diavolo gave you a grin and bounced again, this time a little harsher.

“What are you doing?”

“I figure, if Lucifer really does wanna join, and which, trust me, we’re both very attractive who could say no? You’ll need to be dripping wet for the both of us.”

Your lips formed an ‘o’ and you nodded. Suddenly you were very nervous. Diavolo was, to put it lightly, very well hung. If Lucifer matched him at all, which you imagined he did, you were in for something pretty fucking rough. And that made you more excited.

That was if Lucifer even agreed to your ‘agreement’. Or whatever Diavolo had made up in his head. You tried to not think about Lucifer as you bounced and rocked on Diavolo’s thigh, but it was very hard.

“You’re imagining him now, aren’t you?” Diavolo whispered, biting your earlobe.

You gave a meek nod and continued to grind on his leg. How could you not? You adored Diavolo, but now there was a chance that your daydreams would be reality. You couldn’t help but keep thinking about that demon.

A knock echoed through the room and tried to get up, “Hold on,” Diavolo whispered to you. You stayed on his lap, and hid your face in his chest. “Come in.” Diavolo’s voice... Lucifer would know immediately he was up to something.

“What did you-” Lucifer stopped, his eyes hitting your back. You could feel him, almost, glaring. “Why did you call me?”

“We have a proposition for you.”

You turned to peek at Lucifer, his eyes moving from Diavolo’s devious stare and to your shy eyes. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. “What makes you think-”

“C’mon, Luci,” Diavolo interrupted the obviously angry demon, “she just wants you to fuck her.”

Lucifer stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. He cocked his head, suddenly intrigued by whatever Diavolo had in mind. It had not been obvious to you at all, but it seemed Lucifer had a thing for you. His eyes burned into yours and he narrowed his eyes.

“Is what he’s saying true, MC?”

Okay, now he’s fucking with me. You nodded. That did not suffice. Lucifer motioned for you to use yours words and you huffed. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

You looked at Diavolo and pouted. Diavolo looked at Lucifer with a grin. There was no chance in hell he was about to stand up for you. He liked what Lucifer was doing, just as much as Lucifer did.

“Yes...” Your face was burning and you were having trouble not absolutely using Diavolo as some sort of shield. “I want you to fuck me.” Your eyes were shut and your teeth were gritted. You still had no clue if he wanted to fuck you back. Was he just messing with you, did Diavolo have this planned?

Diavolo gently pushed you from his lap, keeping you steady as to not fall. Lucifer’s gloved hand raised slightly, his finger motioning you over. Diavolo gave you the okay and you walked towards Lucifer, almost in a trance, thinking about what his gloved fingers could do to you.

You bit the inside of your lip and inhaled sharply. “You did look awfully pretty in Diavolo’s lap... How could pass up an opportunity to fuck your brains out right in front of you boyfriend?”

Diavolo did not even seem mad at how Lucifer had worded that. He seemed excited about watching Lucifer fuck your brains out. That had intrigued you even more. You wrapped your arms around your torso and looked up to Lucifer with wide, doe like eyes.

“Can I ask a question, real quick?” You looked to Lucifer with curious eyes. He nodded, “Uh, you know that folder you gave me?” He nodded again. “What was that about? It had nothing in it! I mean, I hope nothing fell out... but that bitch was empty.”

He cocked his brow at you. “You opened it?”

“I mean... I have no clue what was in th-”

“No, no,” Lucifer stepped closer to you, causing you to step back. “You opened it.”

“I did.”

“Well, I had asked you to not do that-”

“You mean, you gave me an empty folder, to give to the prince, that I wasn’t supposed to open, cause you knew I would open it? Why?”

“Oh, dear MC,” Lucifer took another step closer, this stride longer than the last, leaving you bumping into Diavolo’s legs when you stepped back, “One, do not interrupt me. Two, your feelings for me were not a secret, at least not to me. I gave you that because I knew you’d open it, and I knew you’d get back to me somehow. I didn’t imagine this being the exact way... But, here we are, nonetheless.”

Lucifer was smart. You knew that. But, damn he was very smart. You nodded at him and gulped down air. Lucifer was making you very afraid, but very, very horny. You liked Diavolo, maybe even loved him, but Lucifer was a nice difference. Diavolo wasn’t very gentle, but Lucifer seemed to be completely rough. And you wanted to know just how rough.

You felt like you were going to vomit from excitement and a tiny but of worry. You were still a little nervous about this being some sort of sick prank. If Lucifer knew about your thoughts, then maybe Diavolo did too.

What if this is some set up? You ran your fingers over your scalp and glanced back at Diavolo. He seemed more than eager to have Lucifer have a go at you though. You sucked in air through your nose and looked to Lucifer.

“Now,” Lucifer placed his hands together and looked at Diavolo, “since MC decided to disobey me, I believe it’s only right to punish her.”

Diavolo nodded, “I think you’re right.”

Lucifer turned momentarily, locking the office door and then focused on you once again. He walked towards a chair that sat across from the desk and took a seat. He motioned for you to follow him, and to lay across his lap. You fought back a smirk. You knew what was coming now, and you had thought about it coming from Lucifer for a while now.

You sheepishly lied across his lap and waited for his next move.

“MC,” Diavolo spoke up, his voice soft, “if this does get too much, just say so.”

You nodded. Turning back to Lucifer, you watched as he ungloved his hand by grabbing the glove with his teeth, and slowly pulling it off. You could feel yourself growing more wet than before.

Lucifer pulled your skirt up, exposing your underwear. He hooked the waistband and yanked them down your legs. Your ass was placed in the air and your arms were slightly outstretched to the neighboring chair, holding on for dear life.

Suddenly, the sound of hand slapping against flesh echoed around the room and your ass stung. Badly. You bit your lip, knowing you needed to be quiet. A moan pushed past your pursed lips and you exhaled slowly.

“Do you understand, you have to follow my orders, MC.”

You nodded, “Yes sir.”

Another smack. His fingers quickly pushed inside of you and came out just as fast. You were about to get your shit rocked, that was the only thing you were currently certain about.

As you were getting spanked, you could hear moaning from beside you. Looking over, and spotting Diavolo rubbing himself through his pants, the excitement inside of you grew. Lucifer pushed his fingers inside of you again.

“Are you going to be a good girl?”

“Yes! I promise.” You nodded quickly.

“Good, good girls get rewarded.”

With that, his fingers picked up pace. He was pushing in and out of you and you were a blubbering mess. You gripped the chair next to you and bit back another loud moan.

“Lucifer, please!” You were begging already. Lucifer’s fingers curling inside of you let you know he enjoyed that. “Please, I’ll be so good”

Lucifer chuckled. His thumb pushed against your clit and began rubbing soft circles. Compared to the quickness of his fingers pushing in and out of you, it was euphoric. You were on edge already.

“Diavolo,” Lucifer’s fingers slowed, “does she deserve to cum?”

Diavolo, who had his cock in his hand now, groaned, “Let her cum. I wanna watch you fuck her already.”

“As you wish.”

Your orgasm hit hard and fast and you were in heaven, but only momentarily before you were brought back down to the devildom. Your fingers tensed around the arm of the chair, your jaw had gone slack, and you were arching into Lucifer’s lap.

“Lucifer,” your voice was low, soft, “fuck...”

“Fuck her against the wall.”

Diavolo spoke up, pumping his dick in his hand. Lucifer nodded and stood you up, leading you to the wall in front of the desk, right beside the door. Fingers were shoved into your mouth and you let out a muffled grunt.

“Suck.”

Your eyes widened and you nodded. You sucked on Lucifer’s fingers, and watched as he unbuckled his belt with his free hand.Your underwear had been strewn across the room earlier, so now you stood in your skirt and ruffled shirt.

Before Lucifer finished removing his pants, he decided to undress you first, “We do want to give the Prince show, don’t we?” Lucifer questioned, causing you to nod. Lucifer pulled his fingers from your mouth and a loud pop rang through the room.

You stood naked in front of Lucifer now. You mustered up some courage and inhaled slowly before asking him, “It’s your turn now, isn’t it?”

Lucifer smirked at you, but he did not reply. Instead, he stood there. Okay, you thought, maybe I’ll just do this myself. You stepped forward and pressed your lips to his. You began to pull at his clothes and awkwardly his top.

“Don’t you two fuck?” Lucifer pulled away from you to ask

“Obviously! Why?” Offended, you crossed your arms.

“You’re not very well versed in taking some else’s clothes off.”

You restrained from rolling your eyes, “Diavolo gets so eager he normally strips for me! And then strips me! I haven’t had a lot of practice in undressing someone.”

Diavolo was growing agitated at this point, “I called you in here to fuck her. Either do so, or leave and I’ll take over. She’s with me for a reason, if you can’t please her, I very well can.”

Lucifer grew hot. Anger boiled inside of him. He narrowed his eyes at Diavolo, but said nothing to the demon prince. Instead, he looked to you with a fire in his eyes that you had not seen before. Ever. You were in for a ride, and you were more excited than ever.

Lucifer pulled his pants down and kicked them off. You looked down at his dick and swallowed hard. It was as you had imagined. Not as big as Diavolo’s but definitely larger than human dicks.

Lucifer grabbed your thigh and pulled your leg around his waist, harshly. You gasped and tensed momentarily. Lucifer pressed his lips to yours and trailed hot kisses down to your neck. He pushed inside of you and your nails dug into his biceps.

With Diavolo, he started off at a slow and steady pace, eventually getting a little sloppy and a lot faster. With Lucifer, he started at 100 and had no intentions of slowing down. Lucifer’s motions were swift and precise though. He pulled all the way out of you, warmth leaving you, and then pushed all the way back in. At a rapid pace.

“Lucifer!” You moaned out, not even caring if other students could hear you at this point.

“Fuck,” He groaned, hitting your gspot at a speed you weren’t used to, “you’re so tight, so wet.” He bit your neck, his teeth grabbing at the soft flesh, “All for me.”

Lucifer picked up your other leg, holding you up against the wall. He held one of your thighs tight around his waist, and his other arm rested against the wall, holding you both steady. You were moaning, eyes rolling back in your head, a heat building up inside of you. Your nails clawed at his back, and you let out a loud cry as Lucifer continued to pound into you. You bit at his skin, a scream muffling into his flesh. Tears pricked your eyes from the pleasure you were feeling.

“Look at me.”

You pulled back from his shoulder and looked him in his eyes. He placed his forehead against yours and your orgasm was coming, “Keep your eyes- on mine.” He grunted out.

You nodded and felt your whole body begin to tense. It was getting hard to keep your eyes open. But you didn’t want to disobey him, even though getting spanked was nice, you weren’t sure you could handle another round of that.

“I’m gonna-” You tried to keep your voice quiet, but it wasn’t happening. A loud moan echoed through the room as you hit your orgasm, “Fuck!”

You kept your eyes on Lucifer’s, he kept you and his thrusts steady. He did not slow down at all. You could tell he was coming close to cumming as well. His eyes were half lidded and his body was tensing.

“Where should I-”

“Inside.”

Diavolo almost demanded from his desk. He was jerking off quiet fast at this point, close to the edge as well. Lucifer looked at you in confusion and you nodded. Lucifer picked up the pace one last time and you hit the wall pretty hard, your head lulling back into the hard surface.

Lucifer let out a groan as he came, filling you up. He thrusted a few more times, slowing down as he did so. Your head began to hurt as you came down from your high and you groaned, still very naked and against the wall.

“Fuck,” Diavolo groaned, cumming into his own hand, “You’re so beautiful with cum dripping down your thighs.”

Your face was hotter than it was before after hearing his praise. Lucifer set you down and you rubbed the back of your head. And just like that, both of the demons were immensely worried about you.

“Are you alright, my love?”

“You did bump your head pretty hard.”

You let out a nervous laugh, still naked. “Yes, I’m uh, I’m okay. It just stings a little.”

“I think we should go back to my room, MC,” Diavolo spoke up, “You obviously need attentive care, you do not need to go back to class with that headache.”

You were thankful he did not offer to take you to some nurse or something. ‘Yes, I slammed my had into the wall while getting my fucking back blown out in the Prince’s office.’ You almost laughed at that thought. Until Lucifer spoke up.

“I think we should go to my room.” We? “If we go to your room, we’ll be seen, and if we go to MC’s room, well, my brothers are bound to wander in.”

You gave Lucifer a questionable look, “You...”

“If you thought I was done with the two of you, you are absolutely mistaken.”

Diavolo was practically exuding excitement at that statement. As were you, but he seemed a little more... Enthusiastic.

“So... this could be a normal thing?”

[holylulusworld]

Last Alpha on earth

Summary: After a drunk confession Dean and your friendship seems to fall apart.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam

Warnings: unrequited feelings, drunk reader, angst, rejection, language, sad reader, low self-esteem, comforting, fluff, scenting

Giggling you walk toward your room. The last drinks were too much, but you wanted to forget about the bad date last week so here you are, drunk and in need of cuddles.

Dean’s door is still open, and you get a glimpse of him sitting on his bed, busy with reading at a busy Asian magazine. Your drunk brain is not able to filter your emotions or the words spilling from your mouth, so you walk into the Alpha’s room, winking at him.

“Hey…ho…Deano!” Giggling you snort as you walk toward his bed, clumsily crawling toward the tall Alpha. “I want to cuddle with you, Dean.”

“Y/N, are you drunk?” Dean smirks as you nod, still crawling toward his pillow to lie next to him. “Why did you drink that much?”

“Bad date last week…” Sniffling you kneel next to Dean, poking his biceps. “Do you think I’m sexy?”

Dean gulps hard, eying you up and down in your short dress. The fabric rid up due to your clumsy try to crawl toward the Alpha and he gets a glimpse of your panties.

“You should go to your room and sleep, Y/N. I’ll help you if you want me to.” Whining you shake your head before you grasp his shoulders to straddle his lap.

“I want to cuddle with you or more.” Purring you want to nuzzle your nose into Dean’s neck, but he shoves you carefully away. “Dean…Alpha…”

“You are drunk, and we shouldn’t cuddle or anything. Listen, we are friends and you are…”

“I get it…” Angrily pushing against Dean’s shoulders you try to leave the bed. “I’m not your type and crap…”

When you finally manage to get on your feet you walk toward the door, whimpering.

“Good thing you are the last Alpha on earth I would let touch or knot me…” The door slams shut and Dean whines low in his throat.

You just confirmed his worst fear…

----

Dean’s voice catches your attention the next morning. Biting your lower lip, you silently walk into the kitchen to apologize.

Dean is your friend and you know it wasn’t right to walk into his room and touch him without permission.

“Dean, I wanted to say I’m sorry for trying to cuddle with you. I know that was…” Sighing you realize Dean is not listening to your words. “All I can say is I was drunk, and it was not okay to walk into your room and touch you.”

“Are you done?” Dean snarls and you flinch at his harsh tone. “You will never enter my room again, not without my allowance. Keep your hands and words to yourself, cause I’m not your Alpha…”

“I’m sorry…” Sniffling you step backward as Dean towers over you. “I know I’m not your type…”

“Damn right…now get out of my way…”

Hurt Dean brushes past you, not hearing your sobs and the tiny whimpers leaving your lips as you feel the rejection in your bones.

“Dean…”

----

The next days are rough, to say the least. Hunt after hunt gets thrown at you but the worst is, Dean doesn’t talk to you any longer. Only during hunts, he gives your orders. When a hunt is over he snarls into your direction or is rough towards you.

Whimpering you sit in the library after a rough hunt. You got hurt, but you hid it as Sam is away and Dean ignored you once again. He barely waited for you to pack your things before he started the engine.

Sad and hurt you hug your legs, resting your chin onto your knees as Dean rummages in the kitchen.

You dare not to look into his direction, not even dare to breathe too loud as he enters the library, almost tossing his plate onto the table.

Tears want to well up to your eyes and you make yourself as small as possible.

Normally you would sit close to Dean, would try to scent the tall Alpha but now you want nothing more than being far away from him.

You can feel his eyes on you and for a moment you hope he will talk to you but then you meet his angry eyes and you sniffle silently, close to bursting into tears.

Before Dean can say something you run out of the library, crying uncontrollably as your best friend hates you since you try to make a move while being drunk.

----

“Sammy, can you come home?” Sniffling you call your friend and Sam can hear the sadness in your voice. “Please…”

“What happened that night, Y/N?” Sam’s voice is soft, soothing and you sink to the floor, resting your back against the door, closing your eyes.

“I was drunk…” Wiping a few tears away you recall the night.

“I was in pre-heat and you know I need to cuddle a lot and stuff. I crawled onto his bed and purred. Sammy, I wanted him to…Let’s say I messed up.” Sniffling you choke on your words, hating you ruined your friendship with Dean.

“Y/N, I don’t think Dean hates you only as you were drunk and made a move. Did anything else happened?” Rubbing your forehead, you sigh heavily.

“I don’t know, Sam. I was pretty wasted that night. When I tried to make a move and Dean rejected me…” Voice cracking you blink a few times as you hear someone shuffle in front of your room.

“Y/N?? Are you still with me?” Sam gasps as you cry even harder, remembering the hurting.

“He rejected me, and I got up…that’s it…I think…” Scrambling away as you hear your door opening you hide in the furthest corner, shaking as you can smell Dean's strong scent.

“Hey, are you still with me?” Hearing Sam’s panicked voice you whimper against the phone as Dean strides toward you to kneel next to you. “Y/N, is something wrong?”

“Please come home, Sammy…” Sniffling you flinch away as Dean tries to take the phone out of your hands. “I think he’s madder than I thought.”

“Y/N…” Dean rasps, taking the phone out of your hand. “Don’t you remember what happened that night?”

“I tried to cuddle you, tried to make a move. I knew you would reject me…”

A hiccupped sob leaves your lips and you look away, angrily wiping the tears with your sleeves.

“Dean, I understand you are mad as I tried to touch you but I’m sorry. I really am, Alpha…”

“You think I did not talk to you or was mad as you tried to touch me, Omega?” Dean’s features soften as he ends the call.

You nod silently, not daring to look at Dean or meet his eyes. “Y/N, you said I am the last Alpha on earth you want to cuddle or knot you.”

“I don’t remember I said this. But why would you care? It’s not as if you want to cuddle me or anything else. Look how mad you got as I dared to touch you…” Scrambling away when Dean tries to touch your cheek you sniffle silently.

“Omega…” A deep rumble leaves Dean’s chest and you are in his arms a moment later. “I was hurt as I thought you don’t want me…” Face buried into your neck Dean inhales your scent deeply. “I want you Omega.”

“You want me, Dean? But…” Gasping you feel his lips press a soft kiss to your neck. “You want me…”

“I want you, Y/N. How about I bring you to my room and we can cuddle during your pre-heart?” Dean smirks, pecking your lips as you look up at him. “And during your heat, I’ll knot you good…”

“Alpha…” Purring low in your throat you wrap your arms around Dean’s neck, kissing his lips softly. “Do you have a huge knot?”

“Hmm…I knew you are a dirty and feisty girl. You’re my taste for sure…”

----

Bags dropping to the floor Sam storms toward Dean’s room to beat his brother into a pulp. He doesn’t hesitate, almost ripping the door open Sam stops in his drags as he watches you burying your nose into Dean’s neck.

“So soft, so warm.” Dean purrs against you, kissing your hair, sliding his hands over your smooth skin. “All mine…”

“Yours, Dean, only yours…” Panting you paw at Dean’s shoulders, dragging him closer to your body, making him press you into the mattress to feel his weight on top of you.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you, but hearing I’m the last Alpha…” Dean can’t end his line as you press your lips to his plump ones, while you slide your fingers through his hair.

“You’re the last Alpha, the only Alpha I’ll ever want, Dean…”

“Good, ‘cause I got a large knot for you…” Purring you fist his shirt as someone behind you clear his throat.

“Guys. First of all, I’m glad you made up and secondly…gross…” Sam scrunches up his nose before he walks out of the room to close the door behind him.

“Will you show me?” Looking Dean up and down you lick your lips. “Right now?”

“Let me make sure you will only want me, Omega…”

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[mothmansrevolt]

LU Girl Scout AU (and subsequent PTA AU)

LU au where they have to pretend to be girl scouts because Time has to prove a point to the pta board and to the Karen Squad Its basically a bunch of highschoolers and singular college student pretending to be girl scouts because of both friendship and Time just shoved some sashes in their hands and said Y'all are all now girlscouts and offered to get them Chipotle as payment.

Twilight is in college(online). Warriors in a senior. Legend and Sky are juniors. Hyrule and Wild are sophmores. Four and wind are freshmen. Four is homeschooled by his grandfather though.   All are in a specila branch called hylia scouts (creative i know). This means they get set uniforms and competitions with other troops over cookie selling boundaries since hylia scout troops are usually very close to eachother. There are two troops in their area including them. Troop 4296 (the Links) and 6669 (the Karen Squad) They are troop 4296 because Time wouldnt let them have either 420 or 6969

Time--a pta mom--rivals with the Karens--tired as all hell but will not hesitate to prank the karens--troop leader and/or chaperone depending on the situation--He has a million bumper stickers supporting his "girls"--honestly he's just here for the cookies--someone get this man a coffee--has two sons according to the law, but has eight in spirit--you mess with his children he will not hesitate to murder you--all his sons are arsonists and he doesn't understand why--will call the links his "daughters". half the town can't tell what children he actually has--loves coupons and discounts "Malon said I'm not allowed to start fights at the pta meetings but I will not hesitate drag her here if you insult my beautiful brats again." Twilight­--Time's eldest son--only in this because he doesn't want his friends to get hurt and he loves his parents--a good boy--loves animals and will not hesitate to educate you on them--he wears overalls and if forced will wear a skirt over the overalls--he cant sell cookies for shit because nobody believes that he is a girlscout--sometimes has to duck down behind Four if certain people are around because they'll get suspicious--it does not work--He pretends to be everyone's big brother and they love him for it--perpetually confused by Wolfie "I have command over an army of teenagers and goats, nothing can stop me but gas money and my gpa." Wild--Time's second son--can pass as a girl pretty well--he destroys stuff during craft time--hot glues patches to sash--He has every one of the cooking patches and than some--Often seen with the camera photographing everything--Will help create new badges--give this boy a scavenger hunt and he will find you just about anything--has a tendency to ride on wild animals--isn't legally allowed to drive a car nor own a license. nobody knows why--second most convincing for this whole thing "This is just a glorified gang and honestly I am living for it." Four--from the neighboring farm but Twilight and Malon babysits him sometimes. he is a staple--the karens keeps trying to steal him because he is 'innocent' and 'a little lady'--this leads to ridiculous hijinks--he is small, quiet, not very mentally sound but he tries his best and is brave as all hell--owns the most badges--will rock the skirt always--fashionista or fashion disaster, there is no in-between--he's the most committed besides legend and warriors but is the most convincing--best cookie seller--Often seen handling sharp tools and knives for some reason, who gave this child a weapon?!--tends to befriend bad people--the only one with the fire safety badge even though, he to, is an arsonist--wears a vest because the sash is too big, Malon made it for him--has a bird named Ezlo who sits on his head "Sorry Miss Karen but I've been bribed with my first born child so kindly fuck off." Legend--salty and sassy--will always rock the skirt--also a fashionista and knows accessories--he's really only in this because of a running bet with warriors--he has a soft on the inside sometimes--he will get into cat fights--The other girlscouts from a rival troop HATE him because they will always lose arguments against him--knows the most about girl scouts, won't say how--Often seen blinged out with the jewelry he wins at the local chuck-se-cheese with his buddy Ravio "I have command over an entire troop of shortstacks and will not hesitate to order a strike against your fucking kneecaps. Do NOT question the authority of this skirt." Warriors--pretty boy--in a bet with Legend--also a fashionista--he is a big brother tho-- protection squad and trying his best--he is on student counsel and is a good leader--stand in when Time is busy--Often seen with a sports bag in one hand and a girl scout sash in the other--all the troops think he is a major lesbian because he keeps flirting with the other scouts--he gets more numbers as a girlscout, not that he could ever admit this "I'm a known lesbian among the girl scouts and honestly that is my crowning achievement." Sky--is here because his friends are here--He is the mom friend--second best at selling cookie because of his sweetness--He often tag teams with Four for selling cookies--is slightly confused but he's here to make sure nobody gets hurt--honestly just naps during meeting-- Often seen with blanket and a comforting hug--rival troops actually have scouts seeking out to befriend him--always forgets his skirt and is often seen borrowing his girlfriend Zelda's "Guys, please stop fighting you are all beautiful young women. Karen, you shut the frick up." Hyrule--the camper and nature boy of the group--he loves and has earned every patch for exploration and camping--tends to get lost--needs navigation patch--its been revoked from him twice--Humble and nice--often sleeps over at other peoples houses--nobody knows where he lives--it confuses the shit out of them--He is buddies with Four because Four knows the backwoods and roads the best--Often not seen due to being lost "Legend duck taped a gps to me arm and I think its lost to :(" Wind--baby boy--not as innocent as the others think--he absolutely loves being a girlscout--will play pranks on the other troops during jamborees and campouts--lives by the sea, slightly far away form everyone else--He helps with the nautical patches--hangs with the resident young delinquents, Tetra's gang. she thinks this is hilarious--he owns the troop wagon that they all use--its named King of the Red Lions or just Dave depending on the hour--only here because Twilight babysits him and his sister--also wears a vest because he thinks its cooler--Often seen with a telescope and covered in sand--someone give this child a bath "My first love may be the sea, but my second is that damned burrito, hand me the fucking skirt!" Wolfie--troop mascot--a giant half wolf half god knows what--has his own vest and patches-- has a tendency to just show up--Nobody knows where he comes from nor where he goes--he is the town cryptid and it isn't uncommon to see him pulling the troop wagon with the boys in it--Four still rides on his back--it counts as the horse back riding patch--Twilight is perpetually confused by him and its become a running gag that Wolfie is his fursona--loves cookies, sadly the cookies do not love him--can vaguely say curse words "arf" Shadow and Dark(I'm not sorry)--in karen's troop 6669 (for fun? for rivalry? who knows. they don't)--brothers--edgy bastards who are in a band together--Shadow is best friends with Four, Dark thinks he's pretty rad--Often seen with Four and the other edgy teens--both sassy, both easily pissed but trying to be kind of nice--Shadow is the only one who has achieved this--no those are not their real names, its Link and Link like everyone else in this goddamned town--HI MY nAME IS ebONY DArknESS DEMENTIA RAveN WAY--Dark is the author of My Immortal--both suck at selling cookies--tag team with Four to try and help their sales--rivals of troop 4296, they despise each other--both wear vests because Shadow wanted to match Four and Dark decided he can trick out the vest "Our mother may be a bitch and a dumbass, but at least we aren't petty white boys." "Wait Dark we are petty white boys" "FUCK" Karen Ganondorf Smith, Kaaren Link Johnson, Carhaen Reese--bitches and pta moms--runs the pta--the karen squad--Reese's daughter named Betghyani who is very nice and likes troop 4296--Johnson is mother of Shadow and Dark--they are fucking nuts y'all--they represent the three evils of the pta: the enforcer, the healthy diet extreme, and the bitch against disabled children (quiet hands!!!)--despite popular belief, Four (Link Smith) is in no way related to Karen Smith (legally at least. Karen thinks they are and it doesn't end pretty sometimes)--they all hate Time with a burning passion because he is not afraid to call them out on their bullshit "I've brought up so many stances and rules into this pta and will not have some farming hooligan upstaging the careful work me and the other heads have created!" Malon--couldn't be on pta because she almost murdered a karen with kindness--sweet and kind but can still kick ass--helped make and fix uniforms--acts as chaperone when needed and finds this all completely hilarious--she makes snacks with Wild for the meetings--has adopted all of these children--actively enforces Wind and Four to eat more because whY ARE ALL YALL SO TINY--can lift a cow "Don't talk to me or my husband or my son or my son or my eight fake sons or my lovely eight fake daughters ever again."

[sundaynightnovels]

11/11/11

so i’ve been tagged by @kidsarentallwrite​ for this one, and @a-ray-of-moonshine​ , so i’ll be answering both here! thank you so much for thinking of me! <3  What song makes your OC go absolutely, batshit feral? okay i really don’t know the answer to this one, but hmmmm let me think . i think that zhen’s the sort to sing songs loudly and obnoxiously just to be an annoying ass and lu’d join her, and then yu(f) would be really mega pissed because she’s right in the next room trying to do some work when these two tone-deaf idiots are screeching their lungs out in the kitchen so yes, zhen & lu’s singing would make yu(f) go absolutely feral. anything they sing.  i think the OTHER yu(m) would go absolutely feral when jun, being a lil piece of shit who likes to get on his nerves, sings songs about rain. because yknow, yu(m)’s name means rain. right now the song i’m thinking of is jay chou’s 听见下雨的声音 (which means, listen to the sound of rain falling) and jun would sing it whenever yu(m) tries to say something because of, yknow, the title. and then blatantly ignore whatever yu(m)’s trying to say. so yes, the two yu(s) lead very sad lives. please give them more love. (though i’d understand if you don’t, one is an Antisocial Edgelord and one is an Edgy Antisocial Lording Over Others . there’s a difference)  What would your OC go on an hours long rant about given the opportunity? for shou? anything. absolutely anything. off the top of my mind, the sun (i’ve mentioned this so many times, don’t even ask), names (names have meanings to him!! why is zhen called zhen and teng called teng? why is he called shou??? a lot of them don’t share in his sentiments but he has Very Strong Feelings about it) lu is about his sad existence as a little boy who is starving on the streets. he’d say it often in the kitchen, when zhen is preparing some food.  zhen would be about rising costs of living and capitalism and having to work when they’re dead and yu(f) being a loser who only wants to work and teng being a loser who can’t get any girls and about how life is meaningless and the only solace is sleep and jia would rant with her for the fun of it yu(f) would rant about zhen, yu(m) would rant about jun, teng would rant about love and loneliness and ren would run away. (yes that was a pun, if you got it please appreciate)  Do your OCs have tattoos? If not, would they ever get a tattoo? Why or why not? i think i’ve answered this somewhere before??? not very sure . but yea anyway shou thinks it’s blasphemous but he would also consider one, zhen can’t be bothered, lu is a little kid WHAT ARE YOU ASKING FROM HIM teng is deathly afraid of the pain and it’s plainly obvious, jun isn’t scared of the pain but can’t be bothered either but also might already have one, you never know, yu(f) thinks it’s a waste of money, yu(m)... i feel like he might have one, not sure why. jia probably has one, some nice gorgeous insta-worthy one on her collarbone or on her back.  ren probably has one but he keeps it hidden and no one knows about it.  You bump into your OC on the street unexpectedly. How do you react? oh no. which one? if i catch shou in a distracted mood, i probably can get away without him yammering in my ears.  if it’s zhen, i’ll probably get sued for something and she’ll try to extort something from me. probably the bubble tea in my hands, or the money in my wallet. probably.  for lu he’d extort food. even if it’s in my stomach. yu(f) would be the one who bumps into me and continues marching off because she is a busy woman and ain’t got time for this.  ren would probably apologise and yknow, be a normal, nice human being. yu(m) would just stare and maybe walk away, but he looks fierce so it probs looks like he’s glaring and i’ll be scared shitless. or be pissed, depends on my mood. teng would apologise a lot a lot and offer to get my things (even if i hadn’t dropped them) and be a sputtering mess because unfortunately i am Woman and he cannot deal jun would ignore probably. depending on his mood, might make some cryptic comment that’s slightly disturbing. or he’d be really charming . who knows? jia would also probably react like a normal human being. not the nicest, but normal anyway. Which vines best describe your OCs? i am a failure and i don’t really know vines If your WIP is ever adapted into another form of media, what form would you like? Film, television, comic, podcast? Any others? sitcom, probably. also considering the amount of talking they do, maybe podcast. definitely not film. there’s no plot here. maybe theatre, just for fun. What is your favourite part about writing? what are you talking about?? Is you got to have a conversation with your favourite author, what would you talk about? the only author i can think of now is rick riordan and i’d talk about how i appreciate that he’s just doing what he wants and making it fun for him and diversity and lame humour and stupid characters and all that crap Have any writing habits or quirks? don’t write enough to have some. HAHA just kidding i have many many run-on sentences but i need them for RHYTHM and BEAT and FEELING you know???? long sentences are my jam and they help create music structure in writing do NOT TAKE THEM AWAY FROM ME also use oxford commas. sue me. What do you prefer: dialogue or action? stupid banter-ish dialogue. evocative atmospheric-ish contemplation and inner musings no one acts. Who is the first Writeblr you followed? Do you remember why you followed them? i really don’t know! sorry! --

1. Is there a trope you never get tired of? characters who share One brain cell. family.  long rambling stories that go nowhere really bad humour yes some of these are not tropes, i am aware.

2. Who is your least favorite character in your WIP? Why? gasps!!!  okay so let’s go down the list, i hate shou because he’s annoying as hell and he talks so much he himself gives 4k worth of dialogue in a single chapter, i hate zhen because she doesn’t do or admit to anything and trying to figure her out is like trying to get a worm to walk on two feet, i hate lu because he only talks about food and be a dirty lil kid, i hate ren because he is too nice and doesn’t think for himself, i hate teng because he gets easily bullied and he also talks too much for no damn reason, i hate jun because he keeps himself too deep and it’s impossible to get him to do anything serious, i hate yu(f) because she only works and literally there’s nothing to describe in her boring one bedroom can she get out of her room already, i hate yu(m) because i still don’t know him well enough after all these months, i hate jia because somehow i keep forgetting her in these tag games even though her presence is Big in the wip  yup there you go. they’re all my least favourite. 

3. Let’s say I’m planning to visit the setting of your WIP for a weekend. What should I take with me? What are the most important things for me to know beforehand? Which of your characters should I ask to be my guide? uh. i’d just say Don’t.  don’t visit. it’s not a good thing, you can’t choose to visit anyway, you can’t take anything with you because yknow, well there’s this little chinese saying i kinda abide by for this wip and i’m lazy to type it out now but it was in my previous chinese mytho au drabble so yea  also. guide????? maybe the safest might be ren, but also not really. hm. if you want an enthusiastic little puppy, choose shou. but he might talk your ears off and annoy you so you know, pick your poison 4.Beginning, middle, or end—which is the hardest for you as a writer?

middle

5. Which is more inspiring for you: music or visual art?

music!

6. Do you have any other creative interests and hobbies besides writing?

lol i have no interests okay really. hm. i used to draw a little bit but i’ve stopped, used to play piano but i’ve stopped, used to play cello but i’ve stopped.  so yea, really, nothing much. 

7. How close is your WIP now to what you were expecting it to be when you just started?

i’ve finished the first draft since the start of the year, which is great and i totally didn’t expect it! .... am barely into the second draft though, so that’s a bummer. you see, this is why sometimes you shouldn’t get achievements. once that one milestone is reached you just lie down there at the rest stop and never get up. 

8. What are your plans for when you finish your WIP? Traditional publishing? Indie publishing? Putting it online for others to read for free?

traditional probs, because i don’t trust myself enough to do it on my own and i have little visual sensibilities so the cover would be hella ugly. also like, not even sure if traditional publishers would want my odd little plotless thing, but yknow, i like it. 

9. Your MC is here. On your doorstep. Planning to spend the day with you. Oh, and they know you’re the author responsible for everything that’s going on in the story right now. Are you expecting it to be a nice conversation, or do you maybe want to run and hide? :D

thank god i consider my MC to be shou instead of zhen. oh yea he’ll have lots of questions and he’ll poke at my brains a lot and he’d be hella noisy and also he’ll be sweating a lot because of his clothes and long hair, but still thank god it’s shou for the rest of them, i’d run and hide in the bottom of the ocean.

10. Name a song that could be your villain’s personal anthem.

eh. there’s no villain. if you consider the author to be the villain though hMMM i have favourite songs but no personal anthems, sorry

11. Is there anything you would never, ever write a story about, even if you were offered a large sum of money to do so?

eh. probs something like a law drama-ish thing. too many long words and complex jargon, not my kinda thing.

>> i’ll be tagging @coffehousecreations @bookenders @aslanwrites @rktho-writes @bahay-kubo @aloonycynic @arte-muse @elliswriting @mvcreates @inkpot-dreamer @dc-writes and here are my questions (which i think are pretty interesting heh feel free to do it and tag me even if i haven’t tagged you for it!) 1) your wip is now set in percy jackson’s world (if you don’t know, it’s just a bunch of monsters from greek mythologies chasing after young kids who have powers. we’re assuming your OCs are all demigods here, so they have powers and are being chased). who would be the one flailing and crying for help? who would be the one standing in front and thinking of a solution? who would be the first one eaten and who would be the one to survive till they reach camp?  2) after barely escaping percy jackson’s world, they’re now thrown into harry potter. the dementors are everywhere. what are the bad memories that these dementors draw from your OCs? how do they react to it? (don’t worry, they’re saved before being given the kiss. somehow.) 3) they’re now plopped into the good place. who is in the good place, and who is in the bad place? (for those who don’t watch the show, well. i think this naming speaks for itself) 4) ah, bummer. some misfiling of paperwork from the higher-ups, sorry. your OCs are once again alive and kicking, but then things happen again and well, they’re in marvel and the Snap has just happened (i.e., people have suddenly disappeared into dust after an event and no one knows what happened to them). assuming individual scenarios for your OCs where each of them are the only one left in the group, how would they react and what are their coping mechanisms? 5) and then the Blip happens and everyone is back, after five years! hurray! once again, assuming individual scenarios for your OCs where each of them are the only one left in the group, and then everyone suddenly returns like nothing’s happened, how would they then react to this change of scenario? how do they adapt? 6) all is well for a while, until The Fire Nation Attacked. who runs away and hides in isolation? who joins the colonising forces? who attempts a rebellion? who concedes defeat and lets the enemies in? 7) alright, now let’s give your OCs a break. they’re back in school and it’s high school musical! which typical high school cliques are each of them in and why? 8) now we’re in deadpool and it’s time to break the 4th wall and change the focus to: the author. what kind of jokes / things do you want to include in your wip but can’t seem to, maybe because of genre restrictions or age restrictions or it just, well, doesn’t fit? (ryan reynolds would say to include it all anyway, but yknow, that’s because he has money) 9) following the ryan reynolds thread, what is the one most indulgent thing you’ve done in your writing / would do in your writing?  10) who is your favourite friends member and why? (this is important okay? to those who haven’t watched friends... i can’t really give you much of an explanation for this one and more importantly -- why??) 11) this is the end! what is the stupidest thing you’ve done in your / with regards to your writing? it can literally be anything -- a stupid spelling mistake, gaping plot hole, printing it out for a friend to read and missing a page, you can really go crazy with your answer here. okay thanks for reading this massive chunk of text and good day everyone!

[futurewriter2000]

Secrets and lies ~ Part 2

A/N: Holy shit this is good. I mean i wanted to end it with part two but nonway bc this is going deeper. Yeah this is going deeper and you better get ready. Get ready bc you have no clue what I have planned for this. (Also I’m writing and posting this on my phone bc I don’t have a computer but as soon as I get it I’ll change the appearance to cuter.)

PAIRING: Sirius Black x reader Lupin

WARNING: betrayal, arguing … Idk..

TAGS: @huflerin , @shadyladyperfection , @geeksareunique , @nadinissavage

Other parts ---> MASTERLIST

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His eyes haven’t left your side. Not a week, not a day, not an hour and not a minute. He was with you every.single.second., yet Sirius was nowhere to be seen. It was like that day he fell from the face of the earth.

Where was Sirius, you had no clue. He left you and he left Remus. Not a single trace of his disappearance. James maybe knew and since he avoided you, Lilly promised to be the one to crack him.

So now, now you were faced with your #1 fan. Your older brother.

Like any day, today was no different. You were studying for your Charms exam and Remus hasn’t left your side since the big discovery of his and was now sitting right across you, his eyes set on you like a hawk.

“I swear John Lupin, if I look up from my book and see your green eyes watching me, I will and I mean I WILL dig your eyeballs out.” you threatned him and looked up from your book.

“ You don’t scare me little sister. I mean what were you thinking, dating a guy like Sirius. He’s my best friend Lu. My best friend! And from all the guys in school you decided to date him.”

You put down your book and took his hands in yours. “I didn’t decide John. It happened. It just happened and I really like Sirius. Like I really like him.”

“I just can’t. What if the two of you break up. I’ll have to choose between you and Sirius.”

“Not necessarily.” you simpered.

“I would choose you in a heartbeat.” he blurted out and walked around the desk to you. “You are my baby sister. My everything. The one who knows all my secrets and shares all my memories with. ”

“Remus…”

“I can’t… You need to break it off with him.”

You stood from your desk in a light second, throwing his hands away and pushing the chair so fiercly it almost flew on the other side of the library. “WHAT!?!” you boiled in anger as you saw his face.

His eyes avoided your gaze as he clasped his hands together. “I’m trying to protect you.” he spoke quietly and calming.

“Well stop it! I’ve done nothing than be a good sister to you. I haven’t done anything to embaress you, I took care of you John when you couldn’t! I loved you when you didn’t even love yourself and I still do!” you shouted through the whole library.

“Damn it Lu! Stop it! Stop rebelling and stop calling me John! it’s Remus! REMUS!”

“Well my name is not Lu! It’s (y/n)! (Y/N)!” you mocked him and leaned on the table.

He was standing up by now. His eyes glaring at yours as his frown growing angrier than ever. “Break.it.off.” he growled and leaned even closer. “If not, I’m telling him about Regulus.”

After hebspoke those words you felt your knees collapse and your heart sting. It was like all of a sudden the knife stabbed you in the back by a person you thought you will always feel safe with. With a person who you trusted the most.

He was serious. He was angry and he would do amything by now to keep you and Sirius apart. You realized that.

Your knees couldn’t hold you anymore so you fell on the nearest chair you saw. You looked at your brother, tears starting to gather in the corner of your eyes. “Why?” your voice cracked as you said it in a quiet whisper.

“You will break up with him and you will avoid him. He is not the one Lu. At least not for you. If he was, he would be here with you. But he’s not. As much as I hate to say it, you deserve better. ” he finished and walked away.

He felt terrible. He felt like he just did something so sinful that it could never be forgiven. The secret about Regulus that you told him in full confidence….. He used it against you. That is something he knew you won’t forget nor forgive. But Sirius, he may be his best friend but he wasn’t for you. He just wasn’t.

He wasn’t. He wasn’t. He wasn’t.

You watched him walk away. It felt slow, so slow and after he was gone, you still saw him walk away. It felt like the time has stopped and you just lost a piece of yourself. It’s dumb. It sounds dumb. It feels dumb.

But…

He was your brother, your best friend and your most trusted person. Him you told everything from day one. The two of you had a bond no siblings had. Or did. You didn’t know.

But it was Remus. Your older brother Remus who you would have given your life for. The one who makes you angry and smile in two seconds. The one who knows when you’re sad or hungry or when something is wrong. The one person who made everything so bright and happy when everything was dark.

That person.

The one you looked up to. The one who made you laugh and smile when nobody else couldn’t. The one you thought you could never live without.

That one.

Yes, you may have loved Sirius but your brother. He was someone who needed to be in your life.

Needed.

-ed. Past tense.

The one who was needed was suddenly needed no more.

You cried… Of course you cried. You cried for two hours now and you couldn’t stop.

Until it hit you.

“Why am I crying?” you suddenly realized. Your hand blue from the cold and the book was completly soaked in your tears.

‘Did I do this?’ you asked yourself and touched the wet pages of the book.

Your let your fingertips brush against the rough and wet paper, feeling the words written on the pages. You lifted your fingers and took a moment to see the black ink on your fingertips.

Somehow, someway, you cried. You cried so much you messed up the book by stains and smudges of ink covering the whole page.

You chuckled to yourself and looked around if anybody was watching.

'So this is how Regulus must have felt, huh?’

Funny. Isn’t it? How bad karma can really hit you.

You never understood why Regulus distanced himself from you but now you did. Because now you felt the betrayal of someone you loved also.

But you weren’t that weak. No. You were crying over the fact that your sibling threatned you. That’s what siblings are supposed to be right. Arguing, bickering, never on eachothers side…

A smile.

A smile made its way on your lips. A mischievous, evil smile that made you realize. If dear John wants to play it that way, then lets play.

[joongie-smiles]

The Phone Never Rings

This is not a one-shot, just a little something inspired by the lines “I wait by the phone but the phone never rings” from “Campfire song” from the Lightning Theif Musical, which is absolutely amazing. 

Warnings: Angst, cursing, character death, neglect

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A little boy with fair hair kicked his feet up and down as he swung from the swing. The park he was in was practically deserted save for a couple walking a dog with their son, and the woman in front of him. She was beaming at him and her eyes held only kindness and love. She was wearing a big yellow hat that looked obnoxious against her purple dress, but he had insisted on her wearing his favorite hat, and she  had complied. It was his birthday, after all.

"Okay, I think we've been here long enough, don't you, Sweetie?" his mom asked. "Why don't we go get some ice cream?"

Normally, he would have said yes, but he was waiting for something. He had refrained from asking, but he was getting impatient. He shook his head sheepishly. "Can I . . . can I call him?"

She hesitated. She knew this question would come, it always did. He had been asking for 5 years without fail. She had tried to get him to forget this time with a trip to the park, presents, and ice cream, but it was useless. Even at 5 he was stubborn. "I don't know, Luke, maybe later-"

"Please," he whispered. "Just once then we can go."

She nodded and smiled softly, but the smile didn't reach her eyes like they usually do. "Okay." She gently stopped the swing and pulled her phone out. After looking through her contacts, she passed the phone over to Luke, who waited patiently for the ringing to end.

Eventually the ringing did stop, but instead of a voice answering on the other end -he wasn't sure what it would sound like but it would definitely be loving- he was meet with the all too familiar robotic voice of a woman telling him to leave a message after the beep. Luke forced his own smile and left his message. "Hey, Daddy, it's me, Luke. Um, I know you're really busy with work and . . . stuff, but, um, I just wanted to say that today's my birthday and I'm wishing for something special this year. Mommy says I can't tell anyone or it won't come true, but I'll give you a clue, it has to do with you. Mommy got me a cool plane and I'll tell you all about it if you call back. Bye, I love you, Daddy."

He hung up the phone and gave it back to his mom.

"Ready to go?" his mom asked.

Luke nodded silently, took her hand, and followed her back to the car. He looked out the window at the family with the dog and couldn't help but sigh. He tried to keep his disappointment from showing, he really did, but it was hard. It wasn't fair that some little boys got a dad or even two dads, but he couldn't even have one. He loved his mom more than anything in the world, but he missed his dad. But, like his mom always told him, no matter how far away his dad may be, he stilled loved Luke.

Luke just wished he'd show it a little more.

--

"Happy Birthday to Lu-uke! Happy birthday to you!" the crowd around the dining room table sang.

Luke, who sat at the head of the table, smiled and, when prompted to, blew out the candles. The crowd cheered and prompted him to stay still for pictures. His mom came around the table to stand at his side and started cutting the cake after taking the candles shaped in the number 1 and 0. He got the first and biggest piece and happily ate it while everyone else was given a piece. The rest of the night was spent with more congratulations and presents. Eventually, everyone left and Luke and his mom were left to clean up. Not many people had gone, so the cleaning was pretty quick. Luke was in his pajamas and in bed by 10:30 pm.

His mom stood above him and smiled down at him. "Another successful birthday?"

Luke grinned. "Another successful birthday," he confirmed.

"Sorry about Grandpa not making it, I know he promised to take you fishing," she said apologetically. She ruffled his fair hair lovingly.

Luke shrugged. "It's okay, I'm kind of used to someone missing my birthdays." He tried to say it nonchalantly, but it came out more bitter than he wanted it to.

She sighed. "Luke-"

"I know, I know," Luke interrupted. "He loves me, and he's a busy man, but can't he love me and show up? At least on my birthdays?"

"I'm sorry, Honey, I know that it's . . . not ideal, but," she stopped and closed her eyes for a moment. It was then that Luke remembered that it hurt her just as much as it hurt him. She took a shaky breath and continued. "But this is what we have, and we have to make the best of it."

Luke sighed and nodded. She was right. Their family situation might not be ideal, but they could work with it. He loved his mom and would allow her to be mother and father for him.

This would be enough. For now.

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"It was him!" a large boy yelled. He pointed a finger at a scrawny 13 year Luke Castellan. "He's the one who stole my phone!"

"No I didn't," Luke scowled. "It's not my fault you can't take care of your things."

"Well, you steal everything else, how do I know you didn't take this too?" Behind the bully, Steven Bake, was a group of students who had formed a crowd, ready for the fight that might start between the 7th and 8th grader.

"You have no proof," Luke pointed out. "Apparently even that isn't obvious enough for you."

Steve's face started getting redder by the minute. He bared his yellow teeth at Luke and stood taller to look more intimidating, but Luke wasn't scared. He had dealt with bullies before. He was prepared to dodge the fists.

But he wasn't prepared to dodge the words.

"You're a no good thief, just like your deadbeat Dad," Steve spat. "No wonder he hit the road and never looked back."

Luke blinked in shock. Yeah, it was common knowledge that his Dad wasn't around, but nobody had really brought it up before, especially not at school.

"You probably never even talked to him before," Steve laughed harshly.

The shock was quickly replaced with anger. "Yes, I have!" Luke shouted. "I talk to him all the time." It might have been a lie, but it's not like they would ever find out. Anyway, his anger was clouding his reasoning.

"Oh, yeah? Then prove it." Steve fished his phone that had been allegedly missing and held it out. "Call him," he said.

This was the 2nd time today Steven had surprised him. Luke knew he was a jerk but even this was low. "He's-he's probably busy with something or-"

"Or you're a thief and a liar," Steve said smugly.

Luke surrendered and took the phone from his hand. It was half his fault for lying about it, now he had no choice but to follow through. He dialed the phone number he had memorized a long time ago. Upon Steve's harsh insistence, he put it on speaker and waited.

If there's anyone up there please, please, please let him answer. Dad if there was ever a time for you to answer the phone it's now. I've never stopped believing in you. Just, please, do this for me.

He waited and waited until the ringing stopped. Luke held his breath as the pause went on longer than it usually would for a message. Maybe it had happened. Maybe by some miracle, his dad would finally answer.

But, unfortunately, miracles weren't ever in Luke's favor. The dreaded robotic voice told him to leave a message after the beep.

Luke didn't wait for the standard message to end before dropping the phone and running from the laughing crowd

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Luke stared at the phone on the table and willed it to ring. This room, unlike the rest of the rooms in the Big House, was mostly empty except for the desk, phone, and chair in front of them. Since it held the only available phone in Camp, the room was rarely used except for emergencies. Not only was it a direct connection to the mortal world, it was also a direct connection to Olympus. Usually someone here would be calling the gods, but this time Luke was waiting for a certain messenger god to call.

Luke had been at Camp Half-blood for a couple days now. The journey had been tough and he had lost a good friends, but now he finally had the chance to get some answers. Why didn't you come for me? Why didn't you claim me sooner? Why did you leave us to fend for ourselves?

Why did you do that to Mom?

That was the million dollar question. Why did Hermes, who apparently loved his mom enough to tell her that he was a god, make his mom crazy? One morning she was helping him pick his classes for the next school year, and the next she was locking them in the house and insisting Luke never leave the house because monsters were out to get him. Luke had been terrified of this new person who definitely wasn't his mom, so he left. And now he wanted answers from the man who did that.

Not man, god. A god who was his dad and apparently didn't see the need to fix what he had done.

A deadbeat god who couldn't even have the decency to apologize for what he did.

A coward who couldn't even pick up the damn phone and call Luke for a simple 'hi'.

Luke got up abruptly from his chair and glared at the phone with watery eyes. "Screw you too, Dad," he spat. He left the room with his head held high and his resolve set.

He would make him regret neglecting him.

--

"Group 1 goes to the east end, group 2 to the west end, and you, make sure the archers are in place," Luke said, pointing to the teams as he called them. "Got that?"

"Yes, sir!" his makeshift army confirmed.

"Then go." Once his troops were gone, Luke double-checked the maps around him of Manhattan. The final battle had begun and everything was going according to plan. All accept one thing.

The damned phone.

A simple phone like the one that had been at Camp sat at the front steps of the Olympian thrones. He had expected the opposing demigods to try to contact him, that seemed like something Chiron would do, but it appeared to not have been put there by the half-bloods. That only left the gods.

Now would be a good time for the gods to try to reason with him or plead with him to not destroy them. But that wasn't their style. Zeus would rather give up his lightning bolts than admit that he was wrong and a rebellious teen half-blood was right. He wouldn't give Luke that satisfaction.

Still, he waited. He waited for Zeus' apology or even a phone call from his Dad. Funny how you can't get any attention from your parents till you're destroying their parthenon.

But Luke had very low hopes, so when the phone never rang, he wasn't that surprised, but he was still disappointed. Deadbeat dad till the end, huh. He left the throne room and forgot about the phone.

It wasn't till he was back in the throne room fighting Percy that he even remembered the phone. When he was stabbed, he crumpled close to the phone and thought bitterly I started by the phone and it's only fitting I end by the phone. While he bled out in his friends' arms, a sound cleared his fuzzy mind for a moment.

The unmistakable sound of a ringing phone.

[baekzhang]

WIP Tag

I was tagged by @messyscriptorium and @heonseoks xoxo

But i have a lot of rough drafts in my docs, so I’ll only put some of the drafts here lol. srsly, i have too many ideas and i just never attend to them rip

Forget Me Not

pairing: Lu Han X reader

genre: fluff, angst (what do you expect)

summary: This story follows Lu Han, a charming young adult in his early twenties, who happens to be gifted with a perfect memory originating from the hyperthymestic syndrome; he remembers events from his early childhood up to now perfectly, having the capability to recall everything in detail from his fourth year of age. Now picture a woman of only a year younger than him, suffering the direct opposite, prosopagnosia; she is unable to remember faces and draw connections between an event or experience and a person's face, if she doesn't see it everyday. When these two memory worlds collide, Lu Han soon has to face that his supposed gift might as well be a curse for him. 

excerpt: 

“No, I wasn't looking either! Really, don't apologise, uh, yeah,” you stammered with heated cheeks. You were embarrassed, no, embarrassed was an understatement. Curse your luck, the street was completely fine, and right before you were walking just as usual, maybe bumped into some oversized dude—although it was his fault for not walking straight, you swore—, but still, everything was fine. Of course, as a result now, you ran straight into a stranger man and if you walked faster and wore those boots with the high heels, you might have landed on your butt and couldn't have kept the balance. What happened? You could have sworn somewhere, someone called your name, and you just stared anywhere but up front. It was a mistake, and now you caused that nice looking man to drop his phone. It was a relief when it wasn't damaged, but you felt bad nevertheless.

  “Lu Han.” Your ears perked up and you blinked with a confused look on your face.

 “Pardon?”

 “You seemed to struggle with addressing me, so I told you my name. It’s Lu Han,” he reasoned and repeated. Your lips parted for a solid second, then you closed them—God, you must have looked like a fish—and nodded.

 “My name is _______,” you said quickly, Lu Han took a second to get a hang of your name, but nodded. 

Maybe there is

pairing: Chanyeol X reader

genre: fluff, smut

summary: Chanyeol forgets to tell his parents that you and him are over, and so they invite you over for dinner; somehow your ex manages to make you agree...atop of that he also manages to make old feelings well up.

excerpt: 

“Say, Chanyeol, do your parents still think we are dating?” you bring the question finally over your lips, and you can only hear a gulp as an answer at first. “We broke up not too long ago, and I wasn’t talking much to them.” “Park Chanyeol, I’ve known you for over seven years, and we dated for three years of those—you visit your parents every second weekend, so don’t try lying to me.” He sighs. “My parents like you a lot. They were talking so much about you, and were so happy that we were a couple, I didn’t dare telling them the breaking news. Whatever it is they sent you, you can keep it or give it away...just, don’t tell them about our break-up, I want to do it myself when I feel like there is the right moment,” when you don’t comment, he adds a desperate “please”. 

Deadline

pairing: Kai X reader

genre: fluff, angst

summary: Kim Jongin had to reply to your messages on Instagram within 3 weeks...

excerpt:

“Can’t you at least…try it?”

“What for? It won’t do shit in the end anyway. C’mon, Soorim, it takes a miracle to help me out even when that damn doctor says that chances are good, they were good last time and still I’m here, dying. For real, chances are higher that Kim Jongin answers me on Instagram,” you joked, but suddenly your blood froze in your veins—Soorim stopped crying. Usually that would mean that you can live in peace and relief, this time however, you knew it was the total opposite. You confirmed your assumption when she spoke again:

“Send him one.” Your eyes widened. What?

“Excuse me?”

the rest remain secrets....for now. But I have some mx drafts, too. And still my old BTS drafts + all the requests for the special (fml i have to work on them)

I’m tagging: @yeolology @floofyeol @soobadnoonecanstopher and @soowritings

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Missed You

Summary: “Missed you” shower sex with Luke

A/N: Sort of requested by @talkfastromance4​, @gosh-im-short​, and @tea4sykes​ and by sort of, I mean we just all yelled.

Content: Read the summary lmao. Cute fluff ending because I can’t help it.

Word Count: 1.6k

And away, and away we go!

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You chuckled slightly at the irony as you texted Luke that you were home. Normally it was him who left and was texting you when he was home. But after a weekend getaway with your friends, you were grateful to be back home. You petted Petunia as you unpacked your suitcase, wondering when Luke would be home himself.

Your phone pinged and it was Luke letting you know a package had arrived for you and that he’d be home sometime in the next hour.

You laughed again- this time at his straightforwardness- and set about finding the package, Petunia following after you. You knew what it was- blue hair dye- and you were still a little bummed it had arrived after you had left for the weekend because you had plans to dye your hair with your friends over the weekend and surprise Luke. But at least now he could help you. You could already picture the two of you giggling as he tried to carefully dye your hair, both of your cheeks burning from the width of your smiles as the dye stained the bathroom counter more than your actual hair.

As much as you wanted that moment, you also wanted the element of surprise. So you changed into a tank top you didn’t care about getting stained, snapped on the gloves, and went to work. The goop, naturally, got everywhere, including a smudge on your forehead right under your hairline, and your right ear. When you felt satisfied that you got every strand, you shed the gloves, set a timer, and went about trying to erase the evidence from the sink.

The timer still had a few minutes left when you heard the front door and the click of Petunia’s toes as she waddled over to greet Luke. “Hey, Piggy!” he greeted happily and you heard his shoes clatter to the floor. “Again?” was the laugh as Luke appeared in the bathroom doorway, watching as you tilted your head this way and that way, trying to assess if the dye was working.

Not “Hey, babe, how was your weekend?”

Not “Hey, babe, I missed you.”

Not even his small grunt of acknowledgement he gave you sometimes when he came home dead tired.

Just one look at what you were doing- nothing out of the ordinary as you frequently changed the color of your hair, earning you the nickname of Mini-Mike- and a simple, “Again?” with that bemused look that made his blue eyes dance.

“Yes!” you responded, proudly, sticking out your tongue, just as the timer went off. “Time to see what I did!” You turned on the shower and stripped off your clothes before stepping into the stream.

The water turned a dark blue as the dye washed down your body, staining the floor of the shower as you scrubbed your fingers through your hair, your fingers coming away blue. “Don’t forget your forehead and ear!” Luke’s voice sang out to you.

You grabbed a washcloth and started to rub furiously at your forehead and ear. “I got most of it off the sink!” you told him, hoping that if he knew you had cleaned the sink, he’d forgive you for the mess you were currently making in the shower. “Did I get it?” you asked, pulling the washcloth away from your face and waiting for him to appear to help you assess the damage.

The curtain snapped back and his beautiful face was grinning. “Not really, no,” he said with a shake of his head.

“Ugh!” you responded in slight frustration before going back to scrubbing. “I can’t see what I’m doing.”

“Easy there,” he chided gently.

“Well, you could help me…” you said, raising an eyebrow.

In response, his face disappeared and the curtain closed.

You sighed loudly and continued to scrub at your face. If he was respecting your bordering-on-stubborn independent streak, he was picking a hell of a time to do it. You could actually really use his help.

When the curtain pushed back and he stepped in, you couldn’t help the grin spreading across your face. He held out his hand for the washcloth. You obliged, stepping to close the distance between you. One hand gently cupped your chin will the other scrubbed softly at your forehead. When he moved to your ear, you rested your forehead against his chest. “Missed you,” you mumbled happily, your hands snaking around his waist, and feeling him pressed against you.

“I can tell,” he murmured, his voice still holding a trace of humor as he set the washcloth aside and held you to him, both of you breathing the other in.

“Says you,” you giggled with a pointed glance at his hard-on.

“Yeah, says me,” he retaliated, pushing a finger in you, smirking at the moan that ripped out of your throat.

“Did you actually want to shower?” you asked between pants as his finger continued to work you over.

“You’re kinda in the way,” he shrugged, looking over your head at the stream that was pounding on your back and only washing over his feet.

“You’re kinda in mine,” you shot back. With the original purpose of your shower done, you were excited to get out to check your hair. But with now two of his fingers in you and his body pressed to yours like that, it was hard to focus on anything else. And by hard, you meant damn near impossible.

“Looks like one of us is gonna have to move.”

“Yeah, on your knees.” You tried to keep a straight face as you spoke the words, but bursted into a fit of giggles that you’d be surprised if he actually heard your demand.

He wordlessly sunk to the floor of the shower, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder as his mouth wrapped around your clit. “L-Luke!” you gasped, placing a hand against the wall to brace yourself.

He pulled back long enough to assure you that “You won’t fall, I got you.”

“Lu,” you whined, your hands tugging at his blonde curls, your eyes pleading. “Can’t reach you from here.”

He sighed and pushed himself back up to his feet, knowing that reaching him wasn’t your actual issue. “When have I ever let you fall?” he asked, his voice soft.

“Never,” you admitted, chewing on your bottom lip. He always made you unsteady in the best way during sex, but it always scared you when you were in the shower with him. Everything was so damn slippery. You could never relax enough to properly enjoy it all.

He kissed your forehead, reaching around you to turn off the shower. “C’mon, then,” he said, offering you his hand to guide you out of the shower.

“Sorry,” you mumbled as you wrapped yourself in a towel, always feeling bad that you ruined the moment.

“Why?” he questioned, taking your hand and leading you to the bed.

“Luke!” you gasped as he easily knocked you onto the mattress. “I’m still wet!”

“I would hope so,” he grinned, shooting you a wink before his stubble chin was scratching against your inner thigh.

You bit into your fist, moaning as his fingers and tongue worked you over. Your body responded to his eagerly, the knot in your lower stomach threatening to come undone. “Fuck,” his voice vibrated against you and that was all it took to tip you over the edge.

“Luke!” you screamed, your fists bunching the bedsheets, and your legs thrashing.

“Aw, you got more than that, don’t ya?” he pouted, slowing his movements, his free hand pinning your hips down.

“Need you!” you pleaded.

“One more,” he promised.

“Luke!” you moaned as his fingers and tongue sped up again. A combination of your sensitivity from your first orgasm and the way he continued to expertly hit all the right spots, had you quickly riding a second high, his name bouncing off the walls.

“Good girl,” he praised, placing a kiss on the inside of your thighs before crawling up your body to kiss your lips.

“Oh, FUCK!” Your eyes screwed shut and your fingers dug into his shoulders as he pushed into you.

“Yeah? This what you wanted?” he practically cooed as he started rocking his hips.

“Mhm! Yes! Fuuuccck!” You wrapped your legs around his waist, his thrusts getting deeper.

“Look at me, baby,” he instructed, his hand gripping your chin. “That’s my girl,” his blue eyes smiled down at you as you opened your eyes. His thumb traced at your lip before slipping into your mouth, both of you humming in delight.

His hand moved lower the wrap around your throat, applying no pressure beyond the steady hold and he unwrapped your legs from his waist and put your feet on his shoulders. Both of your moans echoed in your head as he hit even deeper than before. His thrusts got sloppy as you both came undone.

“Fuck,” you panted as you fought to catch your breath. “Gonna need another shower…”

He let go of your throat and let you legs fall, pressing his forehead against yours. “Can you even stand?”

“Nope.”

“Then lay with me a minute.” He pulled out, collapsing next to you. You snuggled up next to him, content to lay like this until the end of your days. “Missed you,” he murmured as he placed kisses in your hairline.

“Now you know what it feels like,” you teased, playfully.

His chest rumbled with his laugh. “Let’s just promise to always come home to each other, okay? Whatever we do, wherever we go, we end up in each other’s arms again when it’s all said and done.”

“Easiest promise I’ll ever keep.”

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[holylulusworld]

Don’t be afraid

Request: Can you write one platonic J2 x reader where reader is a teenage actress on SPN since 7-8 years, almost like a family. She is having a bad day from the mornig so she is grumpy. She insists on doing all the stunts by herself bc she is angry. She hurts herself a lot while doing & both Jensen and Jared gets angry. Later when doctor comes with needles, plaster she is afraid bc she is afraid of doctors and allergic to anesthesia. So J2 helps her, hold her.

Pairing: J2 x Reader (platonic), OFC’s, Misha Collins, Alexander Calvert

Warnings: angst, injured reader/grumpy reader, mentions of a break-up, teenage drama 😉, fluff, comforting, arguments, language

Walking over to your position you stomp your feet. Hating you had to get here earlier and waste time doing your filming instead of yelling at your best friend you grimace as Jensen as he tries to make one of his jokes.

“Can we just get over with the scene, Jensen? I’m not in the mood.” Dumbfounded Jared looks at his friend and then his eyes land on you. Pouting, eyes narrowed you cross your arms over your chest.

“What happened, princess? Yesterday you were happy your boyfriend and best friend will come to the set and today you are grumpy as hell.” Jared tries to make you talk to him but you shake your head.

“I want to film the scene and nothing else, Jared. I got a terrible headache, okay. I only want to get back home and forget the last week.” Not giving away what happened yesterday you walk toward your position.

“Y/N, the stunt double will do this scene. Get over there and wait for Stacy.” The director tries but you shake your head.

“I can do this. No problem at all, Richard. I will spin around and land on the mat. I’ve got this…”

Ten minutes later you missed the mat and landed on your ass. It hurts like hell; you are sure there will be bruises but you will be damned to admit the director was right.

“Fuck! Y/N, we told you to not do the stunt! Next time listen to us!” Jared slowly loses his patience as you fell to the ground more than once, hissing in pain.

“Jared is right, stop doing your stunts and let Stacy take over.” Jensen nods at his friend, pointing at you sit on the ground.

“I know what I’m doing…”

“Obviously, not. Let’s have a short break…” Jensen walks away, angrily clenching his jaw.

----

“Okay, next is you need to act like Castiel punched you and Dean grabs your arm while Sam tries to exorcise the demon inside of you. Stacy will do the punching part and then you will take over.” Jensen explains.

“No.”

“No? Listen, Y/N. I don’t know what’s wrong right now, but you will not do this stunt too. Falling to your ass is one thing, but sometimes accidents happen.” Jensen slings an arm around your shoulders, grinning at Jared.

“I got hit by Jensen once, almost lost two teeth as I wasn’t fast enough, okay. We wanted to do the stunt too, ended up in hospital as Jensen had a broken finger and I was bleeding heavily.” Jared explains, hoping you will give in.

“Dude, I’m not you, old man.” Laughing you fight Jensen’s embrace, walking toward Misha to discuss the scene.

“Is something wrong with Y/N?” Alexander worriedly looks into your direction as you talk to Misha. “She’s different today, barely talked to me.”

“I know, Alex, I know.” Sighing Jensen looks at Misha who silently asks for advice, but Jensen shrugs his shoulder before walking toward his position.

“Are you sure you want to do this stunt? I can jump in anytime, Y/N.” Stacy hopes you will give in but stubborn as you are you insist on doing the stunt once again.

“Okay, be careful and mind Misha’s fist. You need to be fast and can’t expect he can stop his hand just in time.” Stacy walks off the scene, standing next to Jared a frown on her face. “I don’t think this is a good idea, Jared. Someone should stop her.”

“I know, Stacy, but she’s stubborn and we already tried more than once to stop her. I got no clue what to do. The director said she can try, even while he asked her not to do so.”

“Let’s hope nothing happens only as she’s grumpy today…”

----

“Action!” The director calls out and Jared starts reciting the exorcism. Walking backward, dodging ‘Dean’s’ attack you don’t see Castiel’s fist coming in time. His fist meets your face and you fall back, hitting the ground with full force.

You try to catch your fall with your hands only to feel pain shooting through your left shoulder.

“Owe…” Sniffling you feel Jensen checking on you as Jared calls for the paramedics.

“Shit, Y/N! I told you this is a bad idea.” Looking you over Jared carefully checks on your arm and you cry out. “I don’t know if it’s broken, but we shouldn’t move her arm right now. Misha, can you hand me the first aid kit to press something to her forehead?”

“Here. Kiddo, I’m so sorry. I thought you saw my fist coming. I’m used to Stacy dodging my attacks.” Misha feels guilty as you got hurt due to his mistake.

“What happened?” The doctor asks as two paramedics carefully lie you onto a stretcher.

While Jensen explains what happened the doctor checks on your arm. “Not broken but she will have bruises and I’m afraid your shoulder is dislocated. Was she unconscious or hit her head?”

“I hit her face and she fell backward. She wasn’t unconscious, but her forehead is bleeding, and she landed on her butt a few hours earlier.” Misha explains as the doctor moves his hand to your shoulder.

Hissing in pain you start sniffling again. “We should drive to the hospital to relocate it. You’ll need anesthesia.” The doctor explains and you grasp for Jared’s hand.

“No, no!” Crying you try to scramble away but Jensen kneels next to you, shushing you. “I’m allergic!”

“We know, Y/N. There’s a note in your medical record, okay. We will drive to the hospital with you and make sure you’re not alone…” Jensen keeps on talking as Jared holds your hand.

“I can call your friends…” Misha offers but you shake your head, huffing.

“They won’t come…”

While the paramedics carefully roll the stretcher toward the ambulance Jared and Jensen walk next to you, talking to you to calm your nerves.

“Why won’t they come?” Misha asks and you blink a few tears away.

“I kicked them out, or rather my dad. I was away, you know to refilm the scene with Alex. Dad and I came home late and thought both are asleep or watch a moving. But they were half-naked on my bed, making out.” Sniffling you look up at Jensen. “My boyfriend and my best friend were making out…”

“That’s the reason you were moody?” Jared asks, gently squeezing your hand.

“Hmmm…sorry for that…”

----

“She’s allergic to anesthesia.“ Pointing at your medical record Jensen makes sure the doctor knows about your allergies.

“I know, Mr. Ackles. You need to go out and wait for us to call you back in. I need to relocate her shoulder and maybe stitch her forehead if the wound is too deep.” Needle in his hand the doctor wants to give you pain meds, but you scramble away, shaking.

“No! NO!” Shushing you Jensen sits onto the bed, carefully moving one arm around your waist while Jared holds your hand.

“It’s pain meds, don’t you worry, I checked your medical record twice. We don’t want you to feel pain while I relocate your shoulder and stitch the wound up.” The doctor explains and you nod reluctantly.

----

The doctor relocated your shoulder, stitched your forehead up but Jensen and Jared didn’t leave your side. While Jared held your hand Jensen sat next to you, rubbing your back.

Misha and Alex had to wait outside the room, nervous as hell as no one wanted to tell them if you are okay.

Sling around your shoulder, a bandaid covering your stitches Jensen and Jared lead you out of the room. Jared has one arm slung around your frame, carefully not to touch your injured shoulder, while Jensen praises you for being brave.

“How is she?” Misha gasps and you give him a thumb up.

“You’ve got a deadly right hook, Mish.” Laughing you give him a wink. “Next time I’ll let Stacy do the stunts. I’m sorry for worrying all of you.”

“Sweetheart, we are glad you are alright. Now let the old man drive you home and we have a pizza and ice cream festival.” Jensen states as he smirks at Misha. “Deadly right hook…huh?”

Laughing all of you walk toward the exit of the hospital. Even tho, you’ve got injured it turned into a great day with your colleagues.

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[holylulusworld]

When daddy is around

Summary: John comes around to visit his old friend Bobby, your father. Only to find you…

Pairing: John x Reader, Bobby Singer, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Warnings: angst, smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, daddy!kink, age gap (reader is 22; John around 50.)

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Your hands gently caress Johns while he’s grumbling, rather interested in groping your ass than letting you fix what Bobby ‘broke’.

“Let me check your face.”

There’s something only you can bring out. A dark desire - lust he never felt before. You lit a fire in John, and he will be damned if he let it die. He will let the flames feast on his body if he must.

“I’d like to check something else right now, kitten. How about losing this piece of clothing?” Tugging at the shirt you put on John licks his lips.

“John…”

Standing between his legs your hand carefully checks on his bleeding lip while he slides his rough hands over your thighs.

Your lower lip trapped between your teeth you try to focus on anything than the feeling of John’s fingers slipping between your folds.

“I know you want it too, Baby Girl.” He’s glancing up at you, pressing his thumb against your clit, causing you to fist his flannel.

Lips parted; eyes closed you moan when John slips two fingers into you, brushing over your sweet spot. John loves to see you squirm, loves to make you scream his name even knowing Bobby is around.

“John, daddy is home.” Digging your fingertips into his shoulders you bite your lower lip, desperately trying to muffle the noises escaping your lips but the steady pump of his fingers makes it nearly impossible.

“I know your daddy is around. He’s knuckles deep in your pussy, Baby. Now relax and come for me. Come all over my fingers.” John orders and you buck against his hand, screaming his name.

“Good girl.” John muses and you slap his cheek as you hear your father cursing. Followed by a glass falling to the ground.

“He heard us, John. We need to stop.” His lips curved into a grin John grabs your waist to bring you onto his lap. “Don’t think so Baby Girl. Daddy has other plans.”

“I mean it. He saw us, John. I don’t think he likes hearing you fucking me once again. Dad is not amused. Can you imagine seeing your innocent daughter getting railed by your friend?”

John’s grip on you tightens as he flips you over, covering your body with his in a blink. His hands make quick work of the shirt you are wearing, followed by your panties.

“John…I mean it…” Gasps leave your lips as he wraps his lips around one nipple, sucking the hardening bud into his mouth. While he touches every inch of your exposed skin you move your fingers through his hair, grinding against his crotch.

“Suddenly so eager, kitten? Do you want to feel daddy’s cock? Do you want me to make you feel good?”

John licks around your nipple, moaning against your skin as you wrap your legs around his waist, nodding eagerly. “Please…”

“Hmm…” His face buried between your breasts John grabs your thighs, squeezing the tender flesh while you clumsily fumble his pants open, shoving them over his hips to free his cock. “Touch me, Baby Girl.”

John’s voice low, demanding makes your toes curl and you wrap your hand around his dick, stroking him fast and rough. He growls against your skin, rutting his hips toward your hand.

“John…”

Your hand let go of his shaft, grabbing his shirt to shove it upward till he gets the hint, getting rid of the fabric.

—-

“Why is dad away for that long?” Sam mutters. “He said he’d be back in a day, now it’s two.”

“Relax, Sammy. John is at Bobby’s to get the needed information. Dad knows what he’s doing, Bobby is reliable so…” Dean trails of as his brother smirks.

“So…why are we driving to Bobby’s?”

“I…uh…ahem…” Sam smirks, punching his brothers’ upper arm. “Y/N, huh? You know dad is at Bobby’s place because of her. She’s his girl…”

“What?” Dean gasps glaring at his younger brother. “I heard them going at it. She’s calling him daddy, Dean. It was…uh…very inspiring. She made such hot noises.”

“You sick bastard heard them fucking and listened?” Dean curses.

“Guilty.” Sam retorts, grinning.

“Damn, I’m jealous…”

—-

“There you go, my dirty girl. Look how good your pussy is swallowing my huge cock. You know my boys are on their way. You better come fast before they hear and see me giving it to you good.” John growls thrusting hard.

His hands pin yours down as you writhe underneath him, moaning, gasping as he relentlessly pounds you into the mattress. You try to keep yourself from screaming, try to remain silent but John hits your secret spot and you cry out, chanting his name like a prayer.

Teeth nibbling at your neck John groans against your skin, enjoying the gasps leaving your lips. “Come for me, Baby Girl.” Your lover orders and you wrap your legs around him, pressing John closer to your body.

Your head lulls back, mouth falling open you pulse around his thick member, sobbing out his name. “Such a good girl for me…”

—-

“What do you want here?” Bobby slurs. “Do you want to use my innocent daughter too? Did you know your daddy deflorated her?”

“Bobby, listen…we are sorry, but Y/N is an adult and if she wants to be with my dad we can’t change that fact.” Sam tries to reason with Bobby as Dean shakes his head. “He’s drunk. We need to get him into his bedroom. I guess the secret is out…”

“Did you two know? Did you use her too?” Bobby curses as Dean helps him walking toward his bedroom. “No, but I’m as pissed as you. I always had a thing for Y/N.” Dean mutters.

Your lips curve into a grin hearing Dean telling your father he wants you too. It’s not like you never imagined laying your hands on the other Winchesters too.

“I can see your dirty thoughts, Y/N,” John whispers in your ear. “You want my boys too? Huh? Want them to do dirty things to you?”

“They would never…”

“Hmmm…maybe they need some alone time with my dirty girl. But you better do not forget you are mine…” John’s tongue licks along your ear shell while his arms move around your waistline, showing his sons you are his.

—-

The next hours John spends with you and his sons. Telling them you will follow them from now on. Dean is licking his lips, watching you bend over to grab a beer, silently groaning.

Sam is more subtle with his glances. Only looking at you when no one is looking the younger Winchester bites his lower lip.

“Okay, …we should head out before Bobby gets mad again…”

While John carries your bags outside Sam and Dean are busy watching you swaying your hips on purpose.

“I bet she’s doing this to make us suffer,” Sam mutters.

“We have to wait for our chance…” Dean whispers.

“What do you mean? She’s dad’s girl…”

Dean smirks shaking his head. “Y/N is a dirty girl. We only have to wait for the moment daddy is not around…”

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[holylulusworld]

Dead or alive

Summary: A long car ride and bad music lead to naughty actions in public…

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: angst, bad choice of music, fun, enemies to lovers, smut, unprotected sex, angry sex, public sex, language, dirty talk, hair pulling, mentions of characters death, lies

  “I’m wanted, dead or alive...” Dean sings incredibly false. The music is blaring and Dean’s bad taste in music makes you crawl up the walls. His bad singing doesn’t lighten your mood either.

“Dean, I’m getting a headache. Can you please change the music, just for tonight? I’m not complaining but I can’t stand your music…” You whine but Dean, well he ignores your pleading. He never liked you...

“Nope. Driver picks the music; shotgun shuts his cakehole.” Dean retorts and you roll your eyes.

“I’ve got no clue why I agreed to help you with this case. Sam should’ve called someone else. You are not able to act like a decent human being around me. I’ve got no clue why.” You mutter looking out of the window.

“You are the one picking on me the whole time. My taste in music, my taste in food. The way I walk.” Dean grunts and you scoff.

“I was not criticizing your taste in food, Dean. I criticized the fact you stole my food!”

“That’s a lie.” The tall hunter mutters, a grin all over his face.

“I had to go to sleep hungry after I drove for six hours to help your stubborn ass.” You yell now. For a moment Dean feels guilty but he can’t give in, can’t be nice to his archenemy.

“You were nagging about my way to walk.” Dean snarls narrowing his eyes.

“I said you have an odd sway in your hips I never saw before. I never said it’s a bad thing. It’s kinda dunno…irritating.” You shrug. There’s no way you will admit his way to walk is sexy.

“Irritating? The way I walk? Bullshit!” Dean talks back.

“It’s sexy, okay. Got no clue why but you sway your hips and it’s…sexy.” You groan now glaring at the green-eyed bastard.

“Sexy?” Dean chokes out.

“Can we stop talking? My head hurts, my shoulder hurts too so let’s get back to the motel and forget each other. I won’t join any of your hunts again, scouts honor.” His eyes drift toward your breasts as you stretch your body and his cock goes stiff.

“You were nagging about my music too.”

“It’s just…I do not like Bon Jovi.” You whisper.

“Why? He rocks…sometimes…” Dean mutters.

“Honestly, it’s not the band or the music, it’s what the song reminds me off, okay. Poor Bon Jovi does not deserve my hatred.” Your eyes are sad as you keep on talking. “Do you know how or rather why I became a hunter?”

“Got no clue. Sammy never mentioned anything.” Dean says glancing at you.

“Dead kids….” Sadness, there’s sadness plastered all over your face. “We were seventeen and my best friend had a party while her parents were away. She invited me, my boyfriend and some other kids. We did what kids do that age. We drank. We danced. We were making out and more…” You look at your hands as you keep on talking. “My boyfriend wanted to do more…for the first time.”

“Bad sex then?” Dean asks regretting his question in an instant as you reveal a scar at your neck. “Close but not the whole story, Dean. He was playing this song and we…ya know. Right before I was close…” Taking a deep breath you wipe away some tears. “He bit me. At first, I thought it was playfully, then he bit me harder to the point of pain and I pushed against his chest. I felt blood dripping down my neck, and he stopped, grinning down at me…”

“Vamp…” Dean gasps.

“I heard my friends screaming and he left me there, bleeding heavily. I think he believed I would die due to the loss of blood, but I knew how to add pressure to a wound, saved my life. I called the cops, but they came too late…” You say as Dean turns pale.

“What happened to your friends?”

“Dead or alive.” You shrug. Most of them were found dead as the cops arrived. Except for my boyfriend and my former best friend. I guess they turned her. Never found her or him.”

“Shit.” Dean curses. “I’m sorry…” He mumbles and you can’t hold back a chuckle.

“Damn, Winchester. Seriously? You believed a single word?” You squeal punching his upper arm playfully.

“You lied.” Dean exhales.

“’ Cause I lied. I became a hunter as a werewolf tried to eat me alive. A hunter came just in time and killed that guy. The hunter was Rufus, by the way. I lied to Dean Winchester and he believed my sob story…damn…” You can stop laughing so you do not recognize Dean stopped the car to get out of it.

“What?” You shriek as Dean drags you out of the car, pushing you onto the hood to slap your ass a few times. He’s angry, aroused and beyond mad. Close to losing control, he hears a moan escaping your lips and he stops in his tracks.

“Fucking slut! You like this, don’t you?” Dean groans pressing his crotch into your ass, grinding against you. “Tell me why you hate Bon Jovi?” He orders snaking one hand between your legs.

“I don’t think so asshole!” You pant as he shoves your panties aside, slipping one finger into your soaked hole.

“You’re a mess down here. Need to take care of you. I don’t think you will be able to concentrate on the next hunt.”

“I don’t think you can take care of me or my pussy.” You retort and Dean bites you neck playfully, licking the mark afterward.

“Going to take good care of you. You won’t be able to walk for a week.” The tall hunter groans still grinding against you to get any kind of friction. “Now tell me why you hate this song.”

Lips nipping at your neck Dean opens his pants, freeing his aching cock with one hand he fists your hair with the other. “Hands onto the hood, bend over and be my good girl.” Dean orders and you chuckle lightly.

“Dream on Winchester.” You gasp as you feel the tip slipping in. You can’t see him, but you assume Dean is more than average as he stretches you out like no man before.

“Fuck, you’re tight. Tell me about the song.” Dean moans bottoming out. Your walls clench around him. Warm, wet tightness surrounds his thick shaft, and he can’t wait to make you his.

“Why is this so important to you?” You pant as Dean starts sliding back out to slam back into you. He sets a fast, almost violent pace.

Your eyes roll back as you feel him hitting the sweet spot deep inside of you. He’s ruling your body. One hand still fisting your hair, the other holding your hip in a bruising grip he pounds you with abandon.

Dean let go of your hair, bringing you close to his chest. More grinding than thrusting now. He slowed down his movement, feeling your warmth squeezing around him. His lips plant soft kisses to the scar at your neck as you cover his hands with your own.

“Please tell me…” Dean whispers as you pulse around him, dragging him over the edge with you. A moment, a heartbeat passes as you lean back against his chest.

“The song…my dad loved it. He played it all the time. You know that night, the night the werewolf tried to kill me he played it too. Dad was repairing one of his favorite cars, playing the song and I watched him. Mom called me and I ran toward the house to get some lemonade for dad.” You whisper your voice trembling as Dean slips out of you.

“What happened, Baby?”

“Werewolf…”

“Just tell me…” Dean whispers tightening the grip around your trembling body. “I came back to my dad and there was a man, pressing him against the wall. Dad shook his head, silently telling me to run away but I was frozen to the spot. I saw …“ Now choking at your words you feel Dean tense behind you. “I got it, Sweetheart. You had to watch your daddy die while this song was blaring. I’m sorry.”

“After he killed my dad the man was storming toward me, but a bullet hit him. Rufus was standing behind me. Shooting a second time.” Your hands are shaking remembering that night.

“The scar at your neck?” Dean asks and you smile as he plants a soft kiss to it.

“First solo hunt. I messed up and got bitten by a vamp. Bobby saved my sorry ass back then. I owe the old geezer a lot.” You chuckle and Dean hums against your skin.

“How about I bring you back to the motel and take care of your shoulder?” His voice is unusually softly, and you slap his thigh.

“I thought you bring me back and show me how good you can take care of my pussy once again.”

“I like your idea more…” Dean growls.

“Well…I’m wanted…dead or alive…” You sing and Dean huffs into your neck.

“I prefer you alive to talk back. I’m sorry for playing the song. You can choose the next if you want to, Y/N.”

“Hmm…I think I want to hear … the lemon song…” You chuckle and Dean growls behind you. “I won’t let you out of my bed ever again…”

His hands grip your body tight as you start singing… Squeeze me, baby, 'till the juice runs down my leg…Squeeze me, baby, 'till the juice runs down my leg... The way you squeeze my lemon, I'm gonna fall right out of bed, bed, bed, bed, yeah...

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[holylulusworld]

Hunter, dork…gentleman

Summary: Dean has numerous facets, you just need to take your time to explore them all.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam Winchester

Warnings: a tiny hint of angst, comforting, fluff, caring Dean, dork Dean, violence

Dean is talking to the kid in a comic store, pressing the button on a Hatchet Man figure once again. Sam is shaking his head, rolling his eyes at Dean’s childish behavior but you chuckle.

You meet up for hunts occasionally and so far you only saw Dean while killing monsters. Rough, hard…deadly. He’s all muscles and Alpha behavior during hunts.

At bars, he’s full predator with a deadly combination of flirting skills and natural charm. Here and now he’s a dork, adorable…cute…lovable.

Clearing your throat, you scold yourself. Dean Winchester is off-limits. No way you will fall for the cocky hunter. Adorable or not, he’s deadly to your heart.

“You okay?” Sam asks watching you watching Dean. “Sure. I was thinking about the case.” You lie, very bad for the first time since Sam met you.

“Case, right. Just tell Dean you like him. You would be surprised.” Sam says walking toward the counter to talk to a witness.

“Surprised…sure. Embarrassed is the better term.” You mutter turning around only to hear Dean chuckle. One last glance can’t hurt…but it does. He’s laughing, lollipop in his mouth he presses the button once again. “Dean…” You sigh and he glances at you.

“I’m coming, Sweetheart.” Dean rumbles leaving the fun behind to rush toward your side. “Anything new?” He asks twirling the lollipop in his sinful mouth and you find yourself staring at his lips as so often.

“No.” You choke out.

“That’s a Hatchet Man figure. Wanted to buy it but they said no…” He sighs. 

“You like it?”

“Love the Hatchet Man movies. You should watch one with me.” Dean suggests and you shake your head.

“I don’t like these movies…scary shit…” 

“I’ll protect you, Y/N. Watch one with me.” Dean rasps leaning closer to hand you a stolen lollipop. “I can see you want one too.” He chuckles.

“Thanks…”

—-

He’s wielding the hatchet, trying to distract the ghost, buying you time to burn the keys. Dean is fearless, full tough hunter now. Gone is the dork, the horror movie geek.

Rough edges, hard muscles, skilled hands…

Your heart beats faster glancing at the hunter trying to keep the monster away, defending you.

“I’ve got this…” You shout.

“Good job, Sweetheart,” Dean says all charming boy now. His smile bright, eyes shining he looks at you.

“Same. Damn, you kept the Hatchet guy at bay for sure. I need to train more.” You pant.

“I’ll lend you a hand…anytime, Y/N.” Dean says.

“UH…thanks.”

“How about watching this movie now?”

“We fought that bastard and you want me to watch him again?” Chuckling you look at Dean who is grinning at you. “I’ll protect you…”

“Fine. One movie.”

“Awesome.”

—-

The way back to the Impala is long, the air is cold, and it’s starts raining. The best moment to forget your jacket in the car. You’re freezing, teeth-rattling you rub your arms, trying to get warm.

“Here.” Dean rasps stripping his coat off to helping you wearing the warm fabric. It smells like Dean, his body heated the coat and you immediately feel warm, safe…cozy.

“Such a gentleman,” You tease bumping your hip against Dean’s side. He’s smiling, slinging an arm around your waist he walks you back toward his car…your heart is racing by now…

—-

Another Dean shines through. Flirting with the bartender to get…you don’t know what he wants. Her number or a quick fuck in the backseat. None of your business. 

He’s full predator now…flirting, smiling…getting what he wants…

“Y/N,” He says giving you a wink as he hands you a beer. “On the house. She asked for your number in return. Gave her a fake number.” Dean chuckles moving his arm around your waist, leading you toward the table Sam is occupying.

“You lied?”

“Sure, thing. Can’t hand someone I do not know my girl’s number…” Dean states.

“Yeah…right…”

—-

“Look at this…memory foam. It remembers me,” Dean chuckles pointing toward his bed. “It can remember you too or you could just stay here…” He says glancing at you, waiting for a reaction.

“Stay here?” You ask. 

“See…uh…I like you…a lot. I thought you would get the hint. The lollipop, I’ll try to protect you, the movies…coat…free drinks. I want you to stay…” Dean stammers looking at you.

There’s a moment of silence before your hands grab the hem of his shirt.

“How can I resist Dean Winchester…hunter, dork and gentleman…”

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