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HELLFIRE & ICE — eddie munson x f!oc as enemies to star-crossed lovers

CHAPTER THREE — EDDIE MUNSON COMMITS TREASON (BREAKS UP a CAT FIGHT)

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summary: you deal with the fallout of your fight at steve harrington's party... in the passenger seat of eddie munson's van. so much for pretending you didn't exist to one another, huh? content warnings: as always, MINORS FUCK OFF, because we have *deep breath* implied fantasy smut, lots of swearing, confused yearning, themes of threat, heavy snark, another mention of the drink tab which i feel like is/was gross word count: 7.2k

Dear Dio, Tommy Iommi, Gary Gygax, Pee-wee Herman, Ronnie Ecker — forgive me for what I’m about to do.

I know I’ve done a lot of stupid shit in my life. Like the time I lit all my hair on fire and spent middle school with a buzz cut. Or the time I almost trapped myself in a spread eagle with my own handcuffs. Or the time I got my arm stuck in a wall for an entire afternoon when I was trying to rescue a feral cat.

I’ve done a lot of stupid shit. But the stupidest among it all has got to be saving this girl from the bare knuckle wrath of Carol Whatsername. You know the one.

Tonight, for whatever reason, this insane ex-rich chick has decided to teeter on the edge of a pool of boiling hot lava and for whatever reason, I feel like it’s my responsibility to yank her back.

Which sucks, because she’s a total bitch to me.

Even if she just told everybody Tommy Hagan had crabs and has been cheating on his girlfriend in such a deranged way that it almost made me pop a semi.

Anyway. Tell my guitar I love her.

The world around Eddie slows to the tick of a football game replay as you let the last incendiary word you speak to Carol bounce around the goddamn Roman amphitheater Harrington’s back yard has become.

This is insane. What he’s watching is insane. Like, he knew you and your dumb little court of Hawkinsites bickered back and forth, but you’re the last person he’d ever expect to air their dirty laundry like this.

It’s incredible to watch the fascist leadership that he and the rest of the social nobodies have suffered under for so long rupture in real time.

What’s even more incredible is how little hesitation there is on his part, shoving through the crowd when he sees Carol leaping for you. Eddie’s nearly jostled backwards by some slobbering roid heads— they’ve already called CAT FIGHT! and a crowd is clamoring. But Eddie’s got years of thankless equipment lugging behind him, giving him deceptively strong arms.

And thank god, because you are not an easy girl to hold onto.

Carol lands a decent punch to your face, slamming with a dull knuckle-on-cheekbone crunch that makes all the onlookers, including him, go ooof! You stagger back in a state of shock (though, c’mon, you heard what you said just now, right?) and Eddie takes his shot just as you dive forward to retaliate.

He grabs you under the arms so you can’t like, elbow him in the fucking nose, a pale imitation of an illegal wresting move that Al Munson had forced him to learn at the tender age of seven. His dad had fancied himself a wrestling manager at the time— you can imagine how that worked out.

But Jesus, can you ever squirm! Your body writhes against him—stop—hips bucking—don’t go there—as you try to get free. He doesn’t even think you realize who’s dragging you away from the screaming harpy, otherwise you’d probably turn your fury on him.

He takes full advantage of the rage blackout and manhandles you through the party, earning a baffled look from Steve Harrington, who’s finally graced his own party with his presence. A pinch-faced Nancy Wheeler lingers behind him, but then again, Wheeler’s always all pinch-faced.

“What the fuck?!” Harrington breathes, exasperated.

Eddie struggles against you struggling, just about dragging you over the front doorstep. Trust this guy to be upstairs in a domestic dispute, missing all the action while getting no action.

Even in the chaos, Eddie will never pass up an opportunity to fuck with Harrington.

“You gotta start hidin’ your bath salts, man! Chicks are going crazy in there–Evil Dead type shit!”

—

“You’re dead, Lacy! Monday morning, you are fucking dead!” Carol screams down the hallway.

“It’s a date, bitch!” you screech, Munson’s nelson hold on you stronger than your thrashing. With a lot of work, he manages to haul you as far as Harrington’s front yard before you wriggle out of his grasp. You shove him, hard, all white hot and punch drunk and regular drunk on top of that.

He yelps, high and frightened. You weren’t expecting a noise like that to come out of a surly-looking dude like him.

So you do it again.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” you spit, and Munson flinches.

“Cutting you off!” he exclaims, this half-yell, half-laugh. It stings, the way he’s looking at you– like your anger isn’t anger, like it’s just amusing to him.

“Well, who gave you the right? Who died and made you my parole officer, Munson?!”

“Oh, I’m not– but I also didn’t feel like being woken up at home when the cops come looking for you after you go all Raging Bull on Carol. You haven’t been around the park long enough to hear ‘em, but those sirens really perforate the eardrums!”

Your jaw sets itself stiffly and you bind your arms over your chest. Unfuckingbelievable. “I would’ve, you know,” you breathe, seething, “Beat her up.”

Munson’s dark eyes glide over you, like he’s checking you for concealed weapons or signs of a zombie bite— you avoid his gaze entirely, staring square into the middle distance.

You promised that he didn’t exist to you, yet here he is. Driving you off the road. Breaking up your fights. Existing.

“Yeah, I know you woulda. You’re scary,” he says. You shrug, and he reaches to massage his shoulder. “And strong. Shit.”

Your eyes flick over to him, but you don’t feel bad. You don’t feel bad because he’s grinning at you now and despite yourself, despite everything that’s transpired and the everything about him, you’re trying your hardest not to grin back. Adrenaline and vodka are still burning a hole in your chest.

“Stay out of my way, then.”

“Noted, but,” a couple of steps from Munson’s end closes some space between you. He’s peering at your face, right where Carol clocked you. A hand reaches out, angling your chin closer to the Harrington’s glaring porch light with his fingertips. You stiffen and squint, performatively wary, but you don’t stop him. You just let his eyes pan over you, looking anywhere but into them. “You might need a little first aid first. And a ride home.”

“I was actually planning on carjacking Hagan,” you say coolly, the smile you were trying to beat away edging its way across your face. Munson releases your chin and the spot where his fingers were buzzes. It’s just the cold. It’s just your slutty librarian outfit, you tell yourself. You have to swallow in order to speak again. “Seems like fitting payback.”

“Jesus, sweetheart, what did I just say about cops?”

—

Eddie tolerates your eyes rolling back in your head when he props the passenger door open for you, helping you into the cluttered van with an outstretched had.

See, I’m not the kind of asshole who doesn’t open doors for girls wearing stilts for shoes.

Those things were not made for clambering into a vehicle like this, sure, but they’re– nice. For what he knows about shoes, which is nothing. They make your legs look more… leggy, and for whatever reason this is making his brain soft.

In your other hand is a cold can of High Life, which is the closest thing to an ice pack he could nab. That bruise blooming under your eye is going to be nasty, and he’s a little curious how you’re gonna look with it. You, with nary a hair out of place on a bad day, with a big ol’ purple shiner in a place that’s hard to hide.

Gunning out of Harrington’s hood, a silence settles between Eddie and you. The radio hums in the background– a mainstream station for once. He thoughtfully figured that an aural assault by Sabbath would kinda rub salt in your wound.

He’s thoughtful, but he’s not not nosy. So, of course he’s gonna ask–

“That whole… verbal smackdown back there,” Munson starts after clearing his throat. “With Tommy H and everybody.”

On your end, the adrenaline has worn off and the numbing effects of the booze have amped up. You feel loose and warm, apart from the beer can cooling your bruise. There are twice as many streetlights streaming past you as usual. This is going to blow later– if you don’t blow chunks first.

“All that about your dad pimping me out?” God, I mean, Hagan couldn’t compose a written sentence to save his life but maybe he had a future in speculative fiction. Did he just come up with that on the fly? “Take a wild guess, Munson.”

Eddie recoils in his seat– gross. Gross. “Not the– the shit with Tina and Carol and–”

“Oh, the crabs? Yeaaaah, that’s true,” you slur, “But I rejected Tommy waaay before I knew that. Call it my brilliant instinct. And then he has the nerve to call me frigid, which– trust me, I’m anything… anything but.”

Munson seems a little surprised at this. You can see it in the way his eyebrows dart under his curly bangs.

But you’ve had your share of disappointing experiences with the blandly acceptable boys in your circle– it’s par for the course, it’s part of advancing in the field. You can’t throw your cat into the street completely, but god forbid you be choosy about the boys you want to copulate with. The ones you’ve hooked up with, all unremarkable and perfunctory, always seemed so smug afterwards. Like they’d conquered something.

But from Eddie’s purview, you always held yourself like you were above everyone else; not just the underclassmen and the social rejects, but even your own friends. He’d watch you sometimes, because it’s hard not to watch you. He’d wait for the few flickering moments you let your guard down, when you thought no one was paying attention as you sat at the lunch table or walked the hallways. So achingly unamused by the guffawing, the backslapping, the forced camaraderie of your forced high school persona and your forced high school friends. Then, one of them would say something like, Right, Lacy? and your brow would unarch and you’d be right back in the groove with the rest of them, giggling dumbly and glossing your lips.

He always wondered how you did it, tolerated it. And why.

“Now, far be it from me to agree with a shithead like Hagan–and I don’t, before you get scary–but I kinda get where he’s picking that up,” Eddie winces, throwing a glance to you, glassy-eyed with your head against the window. You’re looking at him with narrowed eyes, eyeliner smudged. Even that look could cut down a man with twice his ego. “You’re a little bit frosty. Cold shock in the middle of a summer’s day– which, y’know, could be–”

You absolutely do not let him finish the thought.

“It’s caaaalled being aloof, Munson,” you drawl, shuffling your shoulders against the passenger door and pulling a stray thread from your skirt with a sharp snap. “Playing hard to get, duh? Leave them wanting more? You wouldn’t get it because you’re so goddamn big and obvious all the time…”

“Obvious!” he brays, letting his jaw hang open with theatrical flair, “Obvious! Lacy, you wound me, I–”

“Obvious,” you bark back, “Obvious like a neon sign, obvious like a circus tent, obvious like– like– look at me, look at me, I’m a weirdo!” Your Munson impression, complete with devil horns, is a little dorkified but it shuts him right up. That loose little tongue of yours has trasmuted your mood from wrath to barbed silliness. “So obvious you wouldn’t know that kind of subtlety. Not if it hit you in the face.”

A familiar tune whistles from the radio, distracting you. “… or cause you’re a virgin.”

“Okay—!“ Eddie starts, immediately assuming the position of point guard. His hackles are raised, but to be honest, he’s so willing to let you ramble on. It’s the first time he’s heard you talk this much, ever, save your little tête-à-tête by the lockers the other day.

Eddie doesn’t want to stem the flow just yet. He’s not thinking about it too hard.

“Oh shit, do you hear that?” Like a Virgin pumps from the tinny speakers and you reach to turn it up, your head drunkenly bobbling on your neck. Eddie winces; it’s so weird, watching you like this. It’s like dream logic. It’s like opposite day. “Munson’s a virgin! I’m gonna touch him for the very first tiii-iime! Munson’s a vii-iir-gin—“

“First off, no I am not and no,” he audibly swallows, positive you didn’t realize what you just sang, “no, you are not, ‘cause— well.” He clears his throat. A flare of heat burns around his collar. “I’m not the type to bone and tell.”

“Bone and tell.” You guffaw, a sound so unbecoming yet so endearing coming from you, and slump back in your seat. That tight little skirt you’re wearing rides up about an inch and a half. “Sounds like something a virgin would say.”

Eddie huffs; no way around this. You’re fucking with him, and it’s the indefatiguable male ego that’s not going to let him let you win.

He fucks, okay? Or has fucked, prior to this.

Not that there’s anything wrong with not fucking.

But he’s done it.

Eddie’s eyes dart between you and the road, and you’ve got him like a stuck pig with that expectant glare. His eyes linger on your exposed upper legs for a half a second.

Christ, you’re annoying. It occurs to him that wants to bite the soft flesh of your thigh and hear you squeal about it, but you are annoying as hell.

“Fine. Fine. You wanna know?”

Your head lolls against the rough upholstery of the seat and you bat your lashes at him. “I really wanna know.”

And Munson will tell you, you know, because you’re the kind of person people tell things to.

“Nicole Summers.”

“Bullshit. Nicole Nicole? My Nicole?”

“Nicole Nicole. Nicole, formerly yours. The only-girl-meaner-than-you Nicole. It was tenth grade,” he snorts bitterly. “Most unforgettable thirty seconds of my life.”

“Nicole told us she got her v-card stamped by a board waxer in Maui.”

“I’ve got a lot of side gigs. You don’t know about me.”

You snort too, despite yourself. That’s a lot of despite-ing tonight, Lacy. You sit up in the seat a little, interest catching. Flame to a candle wick.

“How was it?” you press.

Munson furrows his brow, like duh. “Most unforgettable thirty seconds of my life, I just told you.” A beat. “Until— …Cass Finnigan.”

Now, an encounter like that is less surprising, but still you holler, “Bullshit!”

“I’d say the same shit if it hadn’t, y’know, happened to me,” he stage whispers, “In this van.”

Your eyes widen, a flicker of a grimace sailing across your face. You wonder how he pulled that off, but all that comes to mind is the start of a bad porno– Cass meets him at that dingy little bench out back of the school to pick up and he’s, I don’t know, test driving some of his new supply and offers her a toke. She’s all, why the free samples, Munson? and he’s all, I only let the prettiest girls test the product. And because Cass is notoriously insecure–who among us, girl–she’s all, who, me? and he’s all, come back to my van, and she’s all, but I’m going steady with Mikey B, and he’s all, I won’t tell if you won’t and then he fucks her in the ass.

Because Cass is saving the first hole for marriage and you know that. You’re the kind of person people tell things to.

What you don’t expect is a weird pull of… envy. Why, in this imaginary scenario, had he never invited you back to his van? Well. You know why. But you’re drunk, so logic begone. “When did all this go down?”

“Uh, right before school got back,” Munson answers, kind of apprehensively. He could be lying, you figure.

“Well, Cass has been having a weird year,” you mumble, meaning to think that rather than say it. You know, because you’re the kind of person people tell things to.

“What’s that supposed to imply exactly?” Eddie says, an edge in his voice. He can’t help the way something in his chest flares; like he forgot to wait for the other shoe to drop with you, and now it’s dropping.

“It stands to reason that she’d wanna, like, do something stupid,” you explain, and you know how it sounds. It’s mean. But honestly, you’re so drunk, and so past the point of attempting to spare people’s feelings.

“Like hook up with the local freak,” Eddie finishes for you, tone flat. You couldn’t not put him in his place, could you? Not that he thought Cass liked him or anything, he could feel her (literally feel her) going through the motions like a social experiment but– God, a little delusion doesn’t hurt now and again.

“Exactly!” and even in your inebriated state, you can feel the tension in the air, hanging between you like a balloon full of noxious gas. Rather than cut it, you want to poke at it, unfeeling as to whether that’ll make it worse or better between you and the boy in the driver’s seat. You hike yourself up further, leaning toward him, pulling the can of High Life from your face.

Munson’s profile is this beguiling mix of hurt and irritation, lit by the scuzzy orange hue of the passing streetlights.

“What, did you want me to act impressed? Did you want me to lie to you?”

“What? No– look, I know what girls like that– think of me, but,” Eddie’s voice shrinks in his throat, making him sound completely pre-pubescent. He notices you lean forward in his peripheral vision, like you have to strain to hear it, “that doesn’t make it any less shitty.”

Oof. He did not need to unleash that little piss-shake of earnestness right now. He mentally steels himself for a ribbing from you, a cackling, piercing laugh like you let out before Carol punched you.

“Of course it doesn’t!” you froth, “Just like it doesn’t make it any less shitty when guys act like they’re settling a bet with their buddies when they hook up with me.” You cross your arms to your chest with a quickness, slamming back into the seat. “Bet you couldn’t make it with Lacy, she’s got a combination lock on her pussy. Fuck you, dude.”

That coaxes a bark of a laugh from Munson, which makes you giggle a little in turn. It’s a weird feeling. It’s not quite relief; more like satisfaction. One point to Lacy, you made him laugh.

“Combination lock, huh?”

“Allegedly.”

“Bet none of those losers even know how to crack a lock.”

Your head tilts in his direction, forward this time. “And you do?”

Munson’s eyes flash at you, a dangerous orange glint sparkling in the darkness of his irises. “My criminal skillset is pretty diverse.”

He pins you down with this look from the driver’s seat and for a heartbeat or two, and you let him. Just long enough that a stab of sobriety sneaks in– and you can’t deny it, but you wish it didn’t.

You’re drunk.

If you can stay drunk, all bets are off.

If you can stay drunk, whatever you do doesn’t matter, because you were drunk.

You could reach over and press your fingers into the soft denim between his legs, make something hard there. You could squeeze the thickness of him over his zipper and kiss the shock of alabaster skin on his neck, where his pulse goes all jackrabbity under your touch. You could make him forget he ever heard the name Cass Finnigan.

And it would mean nothing.

And you wouldn’t have to justify it, because you were drunk. That’s what you’ve always been taught.

But you uncross your arms and you pull at the hem of your skirt and look to the road, just as the van swerves into the trailer park. Munson doesn’t take such a hard turn at the corner this time, probably wary of your risk of ralphing all over the van if he does. He pulls into that negative space between your trailer and his and instructs you to wait in your seat.

“Trust me, the descent out of this baby is much trickier than it looks,” he assures you, jogging to the passenger door, a jingle of keys and pocket chains and belts on leather, “and you’re way too gone to make it in one piece, princess.”

So he holds his hand out again (“M’shitfacedlady,”) and gingerly you take it, and it becomes very apparent very quickly that your legs have turned to rubber on the drive home.

“Oh, shit!”

Your attempt at gracefully exiting the van is ruined by an unsteady ankle, sending your weight right into Eddie Munson’s chest. Luckily, he was braced for it– just about. “Told you you couldn’t make it without me,” he breathes as you clutch a handful of his Metallica shirt, vision quadrupling. He’s warm, and you suddenly realize that you’re freezing.

Trembling.

“Stop flirting with me,” you hiss to one out of the four Munsons in front of you. “I need to go to bed.”

Eddie forces himself to bite back another double entendre, which is a shame, because they’re doing an awesome job of covering up how goddamn nervous he suddenly is. He moves his arm to your waist, helping you haul ass to your front door. He’s got to keep one arm outstretched behind you in case you lose your balance again– which you almost do, a couple of times, wavering around like a dashboard Jesus.

He watches you like he’s trying to commit this to memory, the rare case of you being so beyond your usual composure. He’s even got to intervene after the first five minutes, making unlocking your front door a two idiot job.

Eddie’s about to wave you off and disappear to scream and something else into his pillow when he sees you take a dangerous lunge into the darkness of the trailer. “Woah, girl–”

But you recover, in a kind of brainless way, taking a measured Bambi-like step forward. One after the other.

Fuck. He can’t leave you like this.

You’re gonna trip and brain yourself on a Fabergé egg or whatever the fuck it is you and your mom have in there.

“Uh– Lacy?”

The trailer is eerily quiet. You feel like you’re trespassing in your own place. Boxes of out-of-place, too-expensive ephemera are still strewn everywhere, but you navigate the maze of them like it’s nothing. Sense memory. You don’t even entirely register that Munson is following you inside, that he’s frantically whispering after you, until you reach your bedroom door.

A coldness shoots up your spine as you turn on him. You didn’t invite him in here, did you?

“What do you think you’re doing?” you ask for the second time tonight. This time, it comes out a little fearful.

Eddie picks this up, right where you’ve erroneously dropped it. His chest gets a little tight. You didn’t think he was trying to–?

“Making sure you lie down in the recovery position, that’s all,” he throws his hands up in total surrender, Scout’s honor, all that shit. “I’m not tryin’ to pick any locks tonight. I swear.”

“I don’t need your help, Munson,” but just as you twist the doorknob, you keel over through the door, hitting the floor like a lead balloon.

“Yeah, you keep telling me that,” he blearily smirks down at you, “And yet.”

But Munson’s not such an asshole about it that he just leaves you there. He hauls you up, again, and you stagger towards your bed, flopping face down on top of the comforter. He says some variation of okay, well, that’s how you choke to death on your own vomit, Jimi Hendrix and bullies you into the recovery position.

“Don’t freak out, I’m just–” and Munson sits gingerly on the edge of your bed, taking one of your high heeled feet in his hands.

What the fuck, you mumble, either aloud or in your head. But he’s fiddling with the tiny buckle at your ankle, gently undoing it. Another chill runs through your body but you don’t move, not an iota. You just… let him do it. His hands on your aching feet aren’t a totally unwelcome touch. He’s being featherlight about it, almost afraid to touch you even though he had no problem sheepdogging you into bed.

“You could do anything to me right now,” you hear yourself saying. “No one would even know. No one would even care, I bet.”

It’s meant to sound like you’re goading him, or even flirting with him, but it comes out sounding pitiful. You cringe, your hands creeping up to cover your face.

“I’d care.” Munson’s voice is a tiny mumble– you know he’s just defending himself, but it kind of sounds like something else. He slips your right shoe off and sets it on the floor next to your left one. He hesitates for a moment before getting off your bed.

“Alright, well– we can forget this ever happened. Resume being assholes to each other on Monday. Don’t, like, die in the meantime.”

“You say resume like we ever stopped being assholes to each other.”

“Have a fun hangover, Lacy.”

–

You do not have a fun hangover. You wake up late Saturday afternoon after Friday’s bacchanal and don’t emerge from your room save from the occasional bathroom trip to puke up what little dignity you’ve got left. Sunday morning is when your mom hammers on the door and drags you to the kitchenette after confirming that you’re still, y’know, alive.

“This is your game face, hm?” she says, pulling at your chin to examine your violet bruise that seems to have developed its own heartbeat. She doesn’t hold your face the way Munson did, gentle and searching, just tugs into the sparse light streaming into the dingy kitchenette.

You attempt to steel your jaw, but your bottom lip is starting to waver.

“What happened?” your mother asks, and beneath all the jagged broken glass, there’s a tiny sliver of tenderness.

Call it your pride, but you don’t reach for it.

“I went out,” you say tightly, “and I made a fool of us.”

She hacks up a scoff through her smoker’s cough and disappears into her bedroom, leaving you alone to pick at a cold waffle. The few moments of consciousness you’ve had since Friday night have been spent trying to piece the party together– you remember clearing the better part of a bottle of cheap, cheap, shitty vodka with Robin Buckley’s help (weird), you remember getting into it with Hagan and Carol and getting wailed on. You remember getting a ride home with Munson, but the finer details of that are fuzzy.

You think, and this is a thought that turns your already 180’d stomach, you let him into your bedroom, but you can’t be one hundred percent sure. All you know for an absolute is that your shoes came off that night, and you would never bother to take your shoes off after a night like that.

So somebody must have.

Meanwhile, Eddie’s been having a hell of a meanwhile.

Fact of the matter is that you managed to detonate a nuclear bomb at Harrington’s party just under an hour after your arrival, which has got to be some kind of world record. It was also a world record for how little product he’d managed to sell during one of those parties, because he was preventing the manslaughter of a teenage girl– could’ve been you, could’ve been Carol. He nearly wishes he let that fight play out, as he stares into his empty wallet.

Eddie’s gotta busy himself somehow, gotta do something– weirdly, he’s not in the mood to make a whole lot of noise. It’s not such a terrible day for working on his van, so he slams his toolbox on the ground and gives a couple dozen casual glances toward your bedroom window.

Your blinds still aren’t fixed. That’s got to have been shitty when you woke up with a splitting vodka headache and a shiner the size of Canada.

Eddie keeps finding excuses to pace back and forth in perfect view of your window. Not in a peeping Tom sort of way, but in a way where he’d kind of like to see any sign of life from you. Even if you just rose from your bed like Nosferatu and gave him the finger. Then, he could relax.

“Ed,” a gruff voice comes from the makeshift trailer porch, “fuck’re you doin’.”

Those dulcet tones would belong to his beloved Uncle Wayne, who, ever since his hours got cut at the plant, has become unbearably observant of Eddie’s every movement. Wayne’s not a neglectful kind of father figure, not like his blinders-wearing real dad is, so he actually gets concerned when Eddie’s acting out of sorts.

“Engine,” Eddie mumbles, pivoting fast like a kid caught doing something he shouldn’t, “Engine’s making hinky noises.”

“Sounded alright last night,” Wayne levels him instantly, “when you came home.”

“Didn’t mean to wake ya,” he twists an oily rag in his hands, avoiding Wayne’s stony stare.

“I was up.” He crosses his arms, leaning against the doorframe. God, whenever Wayne susses him out, it’s like drip torture. He’s slow as molasses with the confrontation on purpose, making Eddie sweat and out himself on every little fuck up he’s ever made. “You go in there?”

Chin jerks towards your trailer. Eddie’s shoulders shrug towards his ears, head tilting back. “Wayne, it’s not– she was real drunk, like blotto, I just–”

“You steer clear of that one.” It’s the definite nature with which Wayne says it that makes Eddie’s stomach drop. No prelude to it, no I know, kid, you were just tryin’ to do right by her. Nothing.

“Wayne–”

“She ain’t what you think she is. Not if she’s anything like her bloodline.”

He says this like the realization hasn’t hit Eddie like Carol hit you on Friday fight night.

He says this like people haven’t been saying the same thing about Eddie for years.

–

Monday morning comes and you’re still somewhat suffering. A headache nags at your temple, but you pin that down to anxiety rather than an extended play of your hangover.

It occurs to you that you should dress as down as possible today– realistically, of course, as you’d never be caught dead in sweatpants. You need comfort, you need something that feels like a well-worn blanket so you opt for a deep burgundy sweater dress that actually belonged to your mom in the 60s.

You’d found it in the back of her closet when searching for a belt you knew she’d stolen from you and pulled it out. Mom! you chirped, How cute! How come you never wear this?

Oh, God, she’d cringed, batting the garment out of her way as she passed you in a cloud of Shalimar, Just throw that ratty thing out for me, would you?

But you didn’t. You kept it tucked away in the back of your closet and took it out when you needed it. When you needed to bury your face in it. Substitute it for a comfort she refused to give you. Which you realize is terrifically sad, but so’s life.

The warm red is a distant cousin in the color family to the bruise under your eye. That bruise, it’s a glaring reminder of what a fucking loser you’ve become. The old you, the real you would never have stooped to that level– never had let them drag her down like that. But now you’re the kind of girl that screams and starts fights at parties, you guess.

Your rage feels ugly in the cold light of day.

You’re locking the door of the trailer behind you just as Munson emerges from his humble abode and it’s nothing short of awkward. Like you’d both seen each other naked or something.

You both stand there, in your relative doorways. His mouth gapes like he’s about to say hi, say something, and a memory comes back to you. Cold shock in the middle of a summer’s day. No one likes that. No one wants that.

Regret stabs at you.

“Can you see it from there?” It’s the only thing you can think of to say, because you’re sure as fuck not saying hi.

“What?”

“The bruise. Can– can you see it from over there?”

Munson sort of half-snorts. “Not from here–”

“Ugh, thank god.”

“--but this is like, over fifteen feet away.”

You roll your eyes, which hurts a lot, thanks guy, and walk toward his van.

“Now?” you say, waving a hand under your eye, right where you’ve applied and blended and applied and blended a criminal amount of concealer. Munson leaves about a foot of space between you, on purpose, and you crane your neck back, on purpose. Reinstating the forcefield between you.

“Oh yeah, you can barely even see that you got your ass kicked.”

“It’s not even eight in the morning, Munson. Do you really want to start your day with a knee to the balls?”

“You’re right. That’s usually an after-dinner activity,” he grins and jerks his head toward the van. “Need a ride?”

Need a ride? Like it’s the most ordinary, everyday thing in the world, Eddie Munson offering you a ride to school in his deathtrap of a van. Your stomach pulls at the sense memory of being in there on Friday night, and what you’ll look like getting out of it in the parking lot of Hawkins High.

“No,” you say, shaking your head, definite and resolute. “I’m walking.”

He scoffs. “C’mon. It’s too late to start walking now. You’ll be late for first period.”

You scoff back, imitating him. “So what?”

“You’re never late for first period.”

“I can be late– how the hell do you know I’m never late for first period?”

“Because, dummy, I’m always late for first period,” he tells you, yanking open the passenger door, “And I sit behind you in History, and you’re always there when I come in, leaning back with your nose in some dumb book and your stupid hair all over my desk.”

It’s true– you are always reading in history, because Kaminsky can’t teach for shit and you’ve already read ahead on the coursework anyway. You liked to rub that in his face by pulling out some unprescribed literature during class. Plus, no one you really care about is in your class, so you don’t have to worry about getting made fun of for having your nose in some dumb book. Illiterate jocks would never try that shit with you– nobody there would.

Until now.

And it’s true that Eddie Munson sits behind you, and barrels in like an idiotic excuse for a hurricane with some idiotic excuse for being late that you always scoff at, because does he ever get tired of his own bullshit. But after that brief cameo appearance in your day, you really do forget about him.

Until now.

“So?” he says, all expectant.

And you consider it for a second, you really do– but you don’t think you can handle the blowback of leaving a party with Eddie Munson on Friday then turning up with him on Monday. Going to the same class. Where he sits behind you. It’s just… overexposure.

The same realization must hit him, because all of a sudden he’s slamming the door shut with a roll of his eyes. “Whatever. Your tardy slip, babe.” You can’t help but think he sounds a little wounded.

But fuck it. Fuck it! Since when do you stand around feeling sorry for Eddie Munson?

Before you know it, the van roars out and leaves you in the dust.

You don’t make it to school until after second period, because that so-called bus route a fifteen minute walk from the trailer park must not even exist, so you forge a note from your mom in the parking lot.

As your fountain pen hovers over the paper, brainstorming an excuse, you consider pulling out the big guns– say you had to attend visitation day at the penitentiary. Use this disaster to your advantage for once; but you pull back. Scribble something about a doctor’s appointment and dot your mother’s ‘i’s with eerie precision.

You make quick work of dropping the note off in reception– the uptick of being the kid of the town’s gossip beacon is some people still feel sorry for you. Some people weirdly include Janice, Principal Higgins’ secretary, who snatches the note from you before you can even reach the actual receptionist’s desk.

“I’ll file that for you, dear,” she says, all coo-cooey with an unwelcome hand on your shoulder, “How are you and your poor mother doing these days? And your,” her croaky voice drops to a whisper, “dad? How is… he being treated?”

You blink at her, gripping the fountain pen in your hand. “Do you know what a shiv is, Janice?”

Just then, the bell trills and you take your leave, stepping out into the linoleum.

Someone calls your name from down the hall. You crane your neck to see Ronnie Ecker jogging toward you, paper in hand.

Now look, you’ve never had a problem with Ronnie Ecker. You can’t say you’re particularly fond of her but she’s smart; she keeps to herself and she was a decent lab partner during your junior year of dissecting frogs together. Squeamish, but that’s why you were there, to handle the scalpel. As much of a social outcast as she is, she’s not nearly as odious as the rest of them. That’s pretty goddamn remarkable amongst the Hawkins student body.

She is also, you’ve come to notice, a resident of Forest Hills trailer park.

“Hey!” she says, “Um, I noticed you missed first period and Kaminsky was handing our papers back so I figured you’d want yours…”

“Why is everyone so obsessed with me missing first period?”

“Huh?”

“No– nothing,” you huff, taking the paper from her. A solid B on A+ material– told you Kaminsky couldn’t teach for shit. He’d be hearing from you about this. “Thanks for this, Ronnie.”

You start down the hall but notice Ronnie’s keeping in step with you. “I also just wanted to say– I heard about what happened Friday. And I think it’s sick, you standing up to Hagan like that. Asshole needed to be put in his place.”

Well, there’s only one person she could have heard the nitty gritty of that news from. You know she’s trying to flatter you, but all you feel is a flame of embarrassment, plus a touch of anger– even though the news has easily circulated the school hallways by now.

Along with the rumors of you taking Hargrove, Buckley and Munson, and not in a fight.

“Well. Y’know. I was pretty wasted,” you attempt to brush it off and you see Ronnie deflate a little.

Like you’re not the blazing hero someone made you out to be.

“Okay, but is it true you had a threesome with Billy Hargrove and Robin Buckley and Robin was wearing the Tigers mascot suit?”

“Oh, Jesus Christ.”

–

Classes pass in a monotonous blur, like most Mondays, but worse. That would be thanks to the extra shot of dread that’s served with your cafeteria meal of a wilted salad and soda. Last week at lunchtime, you at least had a tenuous standing with your former circle– you could still sit between Tina and Nancy Wheeler and suffer Tina’s thinly veiled jabs at you with a semi-placid look on your face. Nancy would look at you with eyes full of pity, and you’d want to punch her face in, but you’d be fine.

But now, as you stand in the cafeteria swirling with people and catch the death glares from your old table (save for Nancy and Steve Harrington, who just straight up refuse to make eye contact with you), you’re just about ready to snap.

Your flight instinct tells you to toss the tray out of your clammy hands and run, and keep running, until you disappear into the woods behind the school, never to be found. Your body becomes mulch before anyone remembers to look for you. Maybe you make really good fertilizer and a couple of pretty weeds sprout up from where you die.

Your bruise, under its flaking layers of concealer, throbs twice– as if to say, don’t you fucking dare.

You make a confident beeline for the table, chin tilted and eyes set in a stare that could be categorized as withering, if only it was trained on anybody in particular. You grab a chair that some dumb underclassman is about to sit in and drag it with you, legs screeeeeching across the waxed floor.

Who gives a shit who you were on Friday night.

“I can sit here, right?” you say, and place your tray on the table next to Ronnie Ecker.

She just stares at you for a hot second. That’s too long to stay standing in uncertainty, so you settle your stolen chair at the table and sit next to her.

Ronnie isn’t the only one staring, however– the rest of these dorks, all in their matching t-shirts with Satan’s fiery head emblazoned across them, are watching you with their mouths agape.

“Is this a prank or something?” one of them, a curly-haired freshman, says.

This question is directed toward their fearless leader, decked out in denim and leather at the head of the table. That is to say, the direct opposite end of the table that you’re sitting at.

“That’s no way to greet a lady, Gareth,” Munson says, feigning coolness but you can tell he’s a little flustered. The dead giveaway is in the way he misses his mac and cheese with his fork, the way his solid gaze double-blinks. You’ve thrown him off game– and because he’s impossible not to overhear sometimes, you know that game is all he’s got going on at this table.

There’s that feeling again– point to Lacy.

“To what do we owe the pleasure?”

This is Munson’s version of what the hell do you think you’re doing, but you choose to ignore him. It’ll drive him insane, and you know that, glaring red warning sign that he is. Instead, you flash a smile at the freshman that almost makes him pass out, Cupid’s arrow struck straight through the heart.

You cross your legs and angle your body toward Ronnie– and by extension, in the direction of your old table. You can see Carol burying her face in Tommy’s shoulder, the both of them on the verge of losing bowel control with laughter. Laughter at you.

Who gives a shit who you were before Friday night.

“So, Ronnie,” you say, taking a sip of your Tab, “You get up to anything fun this weekend?”

author's notes: let me get ahead of everything and say yes, i am absolutely fucking with the timeline. suspend your disbelief, my beautiful babies, and enjoy steve, carol, tommy and ronnie ecker still being in high school because I SURE WILL. but on an absolutely serious note, thank you so much for all the support and each and every note you’ve put on the chapters so far. i seriously, seriously appreciate it. now, the notes: - you think eddie munson doesn’t fuck with pee-wee herman heavy? you think he didn’t watch this movie in reefer rick’s, high out of his gourd, and think oh yeah i love this freak? get REAL! RIP paul reubens, this one’s for you. specially every time i mention a handjob - eddie munson also has charlie kelly disease - speaking of iterations of always sunny characters, much like frank reynolds, there’s not a get rich quick scheme al munson hasn’t tried. we’ll get into that a little more… later - admittedly, the whole ‘face eating on bath salts’ thing didn’t gain traction until the 00s, but if hawkins is going to be ahead of its time in anything, it’s fucked up shit happening to people! - did you notice how i blended eddie and lacy’s povs in the van? i’m going to continue doing that in moments where they’re on a similar ~wavelength~ - jimi hendrix did unfortunately die of asphixiation, but instead of thinking about that, watch this sick video of him playing guitar that eddie definitely has committed to memory - RONNIE ECKER KLAXON. i know that in flight of icarus she’s described as tall, but that hasn’t stopped me fancasting her as ayo edebiri in an eddie munson wig - at this point, you might be thinking damn, everyone sure seems to hate each other in this story. like, why is nancy wheeler catching strays? i’m here to remind you it’s the 1980s and teenagers kind of suck. play the track - thanks again for all the love! you can keep this crazy train going by liking, commenting, reblogging and generally showing me the same kindness you’ve shown me so far. love u my little hellcats

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Could you write a fluffy smut where reader has mummy issues who cancelled on her for taking her bra shopping and Larissa offered to go with her and helps her pick out the perfect set but then it ends with smut idk you chose :)

Mummy Issues

Prompt is shown above. :)

word count: 3.6k includes: mommy issues, public-ish sex, discussion of trauma, fingering, fluff, mommy kink, praise kink

Your therapist is actually the one who suggested you ask your mom to go shopping with you to find a bra set for an upcoming performance. You’re not saying this specific reparenting technique doesn’t work, but there was no way in hell your mother was going to follow through. Still, you tried anyway. You were vulnerable anyway.

You’re exhausted from parenting your own parent, always considering other’s needs before your own. Fresh out of university and you still have never had anyone else take care of you for a change. The shopping idea was intended to be a low-stakes role reversal where your mom would step up to the task at hand.

Earlier that morning you texted your mom to confirm the meet up in Burlington. You never heard back, which wasn’t uncommon. Since you were coming all the way from Montreal, though, you expected some sort of acknowledgement. You even texted her as you were driving over to no avail. Downtown Burlington was not where you would have picked to shop if your mother was not involved. It was close to where she lived, and she loved the hustle and bustle of Church Street. To you it always seemed like a hot mess. Now you were in the middle of that mess alone.

After waiting in your car for 15 minutes, it doesn’t take a genius to know you got stood up once again. You contemplated just driving back right then and there. This wasn’t exactly something you wanted to do alone, yet none of your friends are in the area any longer. They all had moved away. Overwhelmed by the sheer fuckery of nothing ever working out, you were frustrated and tired. You consider breaking down into tears over the wasted trip and the years of parental neglect represented by this one instance.

The only person who you can think of still in the area is Ms. Weems. You suppose it’s Principal Weems now (thank you social media for that one). Is it weird to invite a former teacher you once had a massive crush on to go shopping? It’s been so long that it would be nice to catch up. You’re not going to lie, you were yearning to see the older woman. Impulsively, you dial the number she gave you for emergencies back when you attended Nevermore. To your surprise, a firm but sweet voice answers—the same voice that you’d fantasize about in your dorm when your roommate was out. You try to control your voice, but too many conflicting emotions make you croak and sniffle a bit when identifying yourself.

“My dear, is everything alright? And, please, it’s Larissa.” A tone of worry was inflected back to you by the other woman.

In an attempt to dodge the question about your wellbeing, you respond, “I’m actually back in Burlington, trying to find an outfit for an upcoming performance. Any chance you’re free?” You tried to sound as nonchalant as you could.

Larissa returned with, “Oh, I don’t wish to intrude, but it was very kind of you to think of me.” Shit, apparently too nonchalant…

You reflect on all the times Larissa had comforted you back at Nevermore. She was protective of all her students, but it truly meant the world to you. You had always thought it was just another day, another student problem for her. There were many times you were neglected or mistreated by your mother that Larissa was privy to back then. Knowing this, as a Hail Mary, you softly let slip out, “I was supposed to meet my mom…”

Without missing a beat, Larissa’s voice turned tight, “Where are you?” You glance at the cross streets, give her your location, and let her know the specific store you’re at. She concludes, “I’ll be there in 20 minutes, love.”

Your heart flutters at the familiar pet name.

—

You’re already occupying the changing room when Larissa arrives. She calls out for you, and you crack open the door to let her into the small fitting area.

You are met with the most comforting hug. Larissa stroked your hair and squeezed you tightly. The last time an embrace has felt so all-encompassing was also from Larissa, which is a bit embarrassing. You guess you just don’t have a lot of good huggers in your life, and it felt so nice to be held close by someone. You breathe out a long sigh, as if all your troubles are muted by the closeness of the woman in front of you. Her scent replaces the air in your lungs, and you consider how nice it would be to never end this embrace.

When she pulls back and sees that your eyes are slightly red and puffy, she bends down towards you to cup your face with both of her hands. All that comes out of her mouth is “Oh, sweetie.” You give her a half-hearted smile in response. Her hands immediately begin stroking your face, brushing hair from your eyes, and occasionally resting her thumb and index finger at your chin. This. This is what being cared for is; the realization hits you and radiates out through your body.

“I’m here for whatever you need. Would you like to debrief about your mother? Or carry on with what’s needed here?” Larissa gestures to the garments in the fitting room without taking her eyes off of you.

Noticing how close she still is to your face makes your head dizzy, and you stutter, “I-I need s-something to wear under a strapless dress that won’t show during a piano performance.”

Reassuringly, Larissa states, “We can do that. You know I have an eye for those sorts of things. We’ll have you sorted in no time.” She then moves her hands to your upper arms and rubs them before turning to examine the items already set out.

“Piano? It’s no wonder. You always played brilliantly at Nevermore,” Larissa continued elatedly, brandishing a supportive smile. You think back to times when you’d be practicing in Nevermore’s music auditorium alone and feel a comforting presence at the back of the concert hall near the doors. You always assumed it was your imagination, not daring to get your hopes up that someone cared enough to support you or cheer you on. Your mother made sure of that…

You feel so much more at ease with Larissa here. Now that you think about it, she has always provided stability and nurtured you. You remember that she would sometimes give you rides to Jericho when the only Nevermore vehicle at the time was in use. You credit a lot of your success with the piano to her too, because she would encourage you to do open mics at the Weathervane and signed you up to play at a parade that Jericho had every couple of years.

Yes, you felt indebted to the tall, gorgeous woman before you. The years since you’ve seen her have only emphasized her beauty. Her demeanor is both commanding and protective. It’s as if she is more comfortable in her skin than before; there is a sureness in her stance that is nice to see and that you wish you had. Even though you always considered her fashionable, her clothes now exude a kind of pride and carefully crafted style. Larissa’s perfectly-coiffed updo accentuates the smooth, supple skin of her neck before disappearing beneath her expertly tailored dress.

These thoughts invoke a light blush from your cheeks, and you know you can’t speak about your crush on her in the past tense. Your immediate dry mouth while watching her is proof that it never went away. Now you’re wondering if you shouldn’t have sought her out to assist in purchasing the perfect underwear, especially because you see her turn towards the garments and an emotion flashes across her face when she realizes the kinds of items you’ve picked out and need assistance with.

You’ve always liked the idea of dressing up underneath your formal outfit. To you, it made it feel more special, gave you extra confidence. For instance, knowing a sexy lace set was underneath your clothes made you feel as if you had a fun secret. Though, you realize it’s probably inappropriate to expect Larissa to help with this. If she felt uncomfortable, she was hiding it well. You tried to continue on as if everything was normal, even though doing so felt impossible.

When Larissa sits on the small ledge provided in the dressing room, you emphasize, “Thank you again for coming. I just drove from where I am now in Montreal.”

Realizing you should continue trying items on, you reach to unbutton your shirt when you hear, “You poor thing! Have you eaten?”

At this, you scrunch your face and shake off your blouse. “I’ll get something after this.” So many conflicting emotions swirl inside of you. You’re conflicted at whether to relish in the desperately needed maternal care or to shrug it off as a defense mechanism.

You begin to unhook a bra from its hanger and feel like you should ask, “Do you mind?” Larissa interprets that you’d like to change from your bra into the new one, waving her hand dismissively and saying, “Go ahead” in a delicate manner.

Without looking too awkward and challenged, you attempt to put on the new bra while taking your current bra off in quick succession. It would have worked if the one you were trying on actually fit you. You had a hard time getting it on, and once you did, your breasts spill out of the top half, giving you the illusion of having four boobs. With you panting from the endeavor, you and Larissa begin to laugh at how silly it looks. You’re surprised that you’re not mortified, but instead having fun.

With some of your own tension released, you turn away from Larissa and towards the mirror to decide if you like the bra enough to go up a cup size. As you do this, what you don’t see is Larissa’s curious gaze, as if she is wishing she could reach out and touch the pillowy softness of your breasts.

“So, this one is NOT it.” Your playful declaration pulls Larissa from her lustful thoughts. It’s short-lived, though, since you immediately begin to try on more items. This time you choose a deep maroon matching set, and you turn slightly away from Larissa in order to pull up the bottoms over your current underwear. Because of the limited space in the room, your ass accidentally winds up in Larissa’s face. As if it is all in your head, you pretend the enclosed space is not rife with sexual tension.

“That’s gorgeous,” Larissa coos moments later with her hand reaching out. With both hands, she rubs along the intricate lace detail at your hip bones, and it feels as if your skin is set ablaze. You fight the urge for your breath to turn heavy and wanting.

Even if all of the tension is in your head and one-sided, it doesn’t change the fact that you’ll need to stop trying things on soon. Well, at least stop trying on bottoms, because you can feel yourself getting wet under Larissa’s stares and encouragement.

“That fits you so very well.” “I love this on you.” “It looks absolutely spectacular.” “You look stunning.”

Not to mention Larissa has taken a hands-on approach to her support. After briefly touching your hips, she began dragging her long fingers along bits of your exposed skin when she was discussing an area. There’s no way she doesn’t notice the goosebumps that arise each time her touch lingers. At least being half naked in the chilly changing room is an excuse for the tight buds of your nipples.

The juxtaposition between this experience and what your mother would have had in store for you is dizzying. No doubt she would have critiqued your strong shoulders or the cellulite on your thighs. It would have ended in a fight, you just know it. However, everything out of Larissa’s mouth was refreshing and electrifying. Maybe even healing at times?

The final set you had picked out was a delicate mesh thong bodysuit that was almost entirely see-through. You hesitated for a moment, wondering if you should you stop trying things on. Larissa must have noticed, because she uncrossed and crossed her legs a few times before voicing, “Go on, honey.”

Embracing the process sheepishly, you slip into the item and turn away from Larissa to look at yourself. You study the outline of your breasts in the mirror, trying to determine if the subtle texture of the mesh would be noticeable under your dress. Or would the distance between the stage and the seats obscure the texture?

You then see that Larissa seems to be studying them too, except her eyelids are hooded and her pupils are dilated. Almost in slow motion you watch her involuntarily lick her lips. Your heart beats quicker, a flash of heat moves through your body, and you suppress a low moan.

Your eyes meet Larissa’s in the mirror.

You couldn’t say who initiated what next. Only that you were on Larissa’s lap, straddling her, while her hands were on you, roaming over your body and settling on your hips. Your mouths are working in tandem with each other, and you welcome her red lipstick staining your lips and neck. Your hands go to Larissa’s face—one cupping it possessively and the other slinking back to grip the nape of her neck. You want desperately to wreck her perfect hair, turning it into physical evidence of your connection and closeness.

Both you and Larissa can feel the heated energy building between you as you frantically attempt to take off the mesh bodysuit. Before you can, though, Larissa steadies your hands and inquires breathlessly, “Is this okay, darling?” Her eyes search your own, and you can make out desire and worry in her eyes.

You have to take a moment to let what she is asking sink in. This feels like such a natural (if not slightly expedited) progression of your feelings for Larissa. You wonder if there is more underlying her question. You know you two will have to debrief your feelings but right now the hormones raging through your body make it hard to focus too much on the worry or questions around if this should be happening. Instead, your body wiggles on top of hers, begging to continue the friction of your hips against her. You involuntarily whine and nod. “I want this, Larissa.”

Seeing your need and the sureness in your gaze, Larissa regains her composure and utters, “Shh, let me take care of you.”

—

Larissa rivals your intensity with her own fierce need. Her kisses are passionate yet soft. Her hands are gentle but unyielding in how they explore your body once the mesh bodysuit is off. With her every caress and tender nip over your skin, you feel so wholly wanted, cared for, and desired. A fire underlies Larissa’s behavior, as if each touch begets more longing and thirst for you. At the same time, you couldn’t have anticipated the fervent need you had to be validated and devoured by this woman.

Once she has marked your neck with her lipstick and teeth, Larissa moves downward to take one of your fleshy, beaded nipples in her mouth. Barely audible to you, she breathes out, “Absolutely beautiful” before flicking it with her tongue and causing you to arch your back.

One of Larissa’s hands runs over your thighs, teasing you and drawing circles and zigzags on your delicate skin. You can’t help but whimper in need every single time her fingers get closer to where your thighs meet. After almost resigning to her pace and authority, she trails up to cup your arousal. Your legs twitch with the sudden contact, and you emit a gasp.

“You’re so wet for me.” Pleased, Larissa enunciates every word, drawing the words out and reveling in how at her mercy you are. “It’s intoxicating.”

Unable to withstand not taking action, you press your lips against hers roughly, trying to close any distance between your bodies. Breathless after many kisses, you move to suck on her neck and whisper, “Larissa.”

“Please.”

Only after this plea does Larissa finally dip a finger into you. It doesn’t feel like nearly enough. You would usually appreciate a sexual partner pacing themselves, but the need for her to fill you is overpowering. You wriggle your hips back and forth impatiently and breathlessly request, “More.”

Larissa delighted in your clear hunger for her, fully intending to give you everything you want. She eases in another finger past her second knuckle before adding a third finger once she realizes how slick and open you are for her. You unintentionally bite down on her shoulder, not expecting to get what you want without more begging.

You couldn’t have imagined how good her fingers feel inside you. And you absolutely had imagined it. You remember pretending your fingers were hers after late nights riding back with her from Jericho. Or the time she gave you her coat on a chilly night and forgot to get it back, so you ended up masterbating to her scent surrounding you. Okay, you’re not super proud of that one, but at the time it felt world-changing the desire you had. Her fingers working inside of you now are of a different caliber. In fact, you never understood the metaphor of sex as worship or religion, but being on top of Larissa with her half-lidded eyes roaming your body changes things. You want to make her feel a sliver of how good you do right now.

Your hands begin to grab at the fabric of her top, desperate to remove her clothing and pleasure her as she is inside of you. Larissa lets out a low, throaty chuckle before asserting, “Ah, ah, ah. I want to focus on you, love. Let me please you.”

Her interjection just makes your heart swell more for her, and noticeably your noise level swells, as well. You’re not used to undivided attention and care—someone wanting your happiness above all else. It’s more erotic than you could have ever anticipated. At the increase in breathiness and moans, one of Larissa’s hands clamps over your mouth while the other continues to pump in and out of you. Out of the corner of your eye you can see the reflection in the dressing room mirror of you riding her long fingers completely nude while she is fully clothed. The sight makes your knees weaker, and you groan, “Oh, fuck.”

Larissa’s whispers and affirmations throughout only brought you closer and closer to release. She has to know how her words are affecting you. Her hot breath over and over in your ear, inching you towards the edge.

“I’ve got you, sweetie.” “I’ll give you anything you want.” “Shh, stay quiet for me.” “That’s a good girl.”

You feel yourself tighten around Larissa’s fingers, becoming more breathless and spacey as she presses the pads of her curled fingers inside you toward your pelvic bone, urging you to come undone. So, you do. Your entire body tenses, and you feel as if you will crumble under the anticipation and pressure. Tingles shoot down your arms and legs in waves, threatening overstimulation.

Larissa’s fingers still, and she presses you close to her, clutching you tightly. After a moment of your eyes being closed and your breathing slowly relaxing, Larissa asks you to bear down with your pelvic floor muscles. Confused, you obey. She gingerly removes her fingers from inside you, and your body aches at the loss. She proceeds to lean forward with you still on her lap, wrapping her arms around you and begins to rock you.

“You did so well, my love,” Larissa murmurs while stroking your hair away from your damp forehead. “You were so good for me.”

You can’t remember the last time someone was so attentive and sweet with you after sex—if ever. You also have never felt like an exposed live wire due to euphoria either, so… Her thoughtfulness makes your heart swell, and you’re hoping it’s not just due to the hormones flooding your body right now. As if you can’t contain the disbelief and gratefulness, you blurt in awe, “How are you real?”

Larissa pulls away from the embrace, searching your eyes for understanding. “I ask myself the same question about you.” At that, you rest your forehead against Larissa’s, exhausted and happy.

After sensing your heart rate has stabilized, wanting to make sure you go to the bathroom and hydrate becomes Larissa’s next priority. Her voice breaks the comfortable silence. “Let’s get you some food now. I’m sure you’ve worked up an appetite.”

You two pick up the items in the messy dressing room and sheepishly leave the clothes on the courtesy rack outside. A grin blooms over your features as you think about how being stood up by your mom feels like such a nonissue now. Even the dilemma of what underwear to wear for your upcoming performance seems trivial. Walking out of the store with Larissa’s lipstick all over you, you decide that you won’t wear anything under your dress, especially not if Larissa is in the audience.

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@sapphicbeloved Remember when you sent this request literal months ago????? Oops. Apologies, and please enjoy!

#I'm so sorry this took MONTHS to finish #larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader #mommy issues #principal larissa weems #request #requests #gwendoline christie #larissa weems #asks #fanfic #not proofread #will also post to ao3 #sapphicbeloved #fluff #smut #fluffy smut

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zepskies · 3 months

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PSA on Tumblr Tags: Tag Lists & # Tags

Just wanted to spread this news for people who don't know the new Tumblr updates that have to do with tagging on posts, both for user tag lists and for descriptive hashtags to help people find your post. I've had to learn them the hard way. 😅

User Tagging:

This first part is for people who have tag lists. Tumblr has recently changed the rules on tagging other blogs/users on a post.

You can still tag up to 50 blogs per post, but they must be spread out into groups of 5. Otherwise, the blog won't be highlighted/tagged and the person will not be notified.

Example (and more) below the cut: ⤵️

✅ Example:

And this is what it will probably look like if you don't spread them out into groups of 5:

Notice that only the first 5 blogs in each section are actually tagged.

Also something important to note: copy/pasting a tag list alone often isn't enough. After I copy over a tag list from another post, I always have to click on each blog name individually to select the blog and make sure it's tagged properly, so people get notified.

Trust me, I get why some writers have decided to ditch tag lists altogether. They can be tricky. 😂

Hashtags on Posts:

As most of you guys know, hashtags help people find your post. The limit of how many tags you can use has bumped up to 30 tags.

Now, this doesn't mean you have to use all 30 slots. But using the most popular tags will increase the likelihood that people will find your post.

By no means am I an expert on this, but I've been reading a lot of stories that should have SO many more reblogs, comments, etc. If some of them were using a few more key tags, they'd likely be getting much more traffic and notes on them.

Want to find out which hashtags are the most popular, relevant to your post?

Well, you can actually search them in the Your Tags tab, Tags You Follow, and go to Manage:

For Dean Winchester fanfiction, for example, here are the tags I use most often:

Ignore the first and last tags, which are just for me to organize the post for my blog. But I would say the most important tags here are the first few:

[character's full name]

[character's full name] x reader or [character's full name] x oc

fandom name

These three are absolutely key for any romance pairing fanfiction post, in my opinion.

Aside from being the most relevant for a pairing fanfic, these are often the most popular tags overall, as they are the tags with a high follower count. The rest can also be important supplemental hashtags relevant to the post.

You can also just start typing into this bar in your post draft and see what "popular tag" recommendations Tumblr gives you:

And that's it! For anyone who finds this PSA helpful, I salute you! 🫡 And I wish you all luck on future tagging endeavors. 💜

I'm also including some of my fellow writers just in case they have something to add to this — or if they don't know this info, though I'm sure they probably do already:

@luci-in-trenchcoats @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior @rizlowwritessortof @artyandink @waynes-multiverse

@jacklesbrainworms @deanwritings @deanwinchesterswitch @deanbrainrotwritings @waywardxwords

@angelbabyyy99 @jackles010378 @cevansbaby-dove @kaleldobrev @kayleighwinchester

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dianawinchester03 · 24 days

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Season 2, Episode 15 - Tall Tales

Series Masterlist

Author's Note: Quick discretion, everything in this chapter is in third person, including the flashback sequences. It was a bit difficult to explain since it’s a lot of backstory but I tried LOL. Bear with me.

Also, if you have a different type of hair texture, imagine a certain part in this chapter however you’d like. You’ll understand when you read it.

Another thing, I know I refer to y/n as her own person. It just makes it easier for me but YOU are still one of the main characters. I just do it because I know people tend to imagine an OC, it’s easier for me and I SUCK at writing from a second person point of view. So don’t take any offense if I refer to y/n as ‘her’ or ‘she’, that’s just me.

Okay, enough of my rambling lol. Hope you enjoy the new chapter!

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Third Person POV

Springfield, Ohio

Sam and Y/N sat at the table in the skeevy motel room, ‘Walk Away’ by James Gang blaring through the radio as Dean lounged on Sam’s bed, very messily and noisily eating chili cheese fries. Y/N’s head was pounding from the already sleepless nights she had, glaring at Dean through her large dark sunglasses who seemed to not have a care in the world.

She rubbed her temples through the hoodie that was covering her head before turning back to her papers as Sam’s eyes flickered over to his brother, “Dude, you mind not eating those on my bed?” Sam said annoyed, “No, I don’t mind” Dean said nonchalantly before stuffing his mouth again. Y/N rolled her eyes again as Sam sighed deeply, shaking his head at his idiot brother.

She leaned forward, rubbing her temples, the music on the radio irritating her. “How’s research going?” Dean asked sarcastically, smacking his lips. “You know how it’s going?” Y/N gritted her teeth, slamming the book infront of her shut. “Slow!” She snapped, “You know how it would go a heck of a lot faster?” Sam piped up. “If we had our computers!” He sassed.

“Mm” Dean flashed them a sarcastic smile and nod, making y/n grumble and bury her head into her hands. Sam and Y/N let out frustrated groans, the loud music pounding on their already tired brains. Y/N's head was throbbing. She finally had enough of the music on the radio, “Can you turn that down, please?!” She snapped at Dean. “Yeah, absolutely” Dean muttered, reaching over to the radio, turning it up higher.

Sam and y/n both sat back in frustration as the music blared louder. Dean had a smug smirk on as he continued stuffing his face with the chili cheese fries, which only seemed to anger the pair further while the two side eyed him.

“I’m gonna kill him…I’m gonna kill him” Y/N muttered lowly to herself, shaking her head as she looked up to the sky. “You know what?!” Sam shouted over the music as Dean licked his chili cheese coated fingers, “Maybe you should just go somewhere for a while, huh?!” He yelled.

Dean then turned off the radio, “Hey, I’d love to. That’s a great idea. But unfortunately, my cars all screwed to hell” Dean retorted angrily, shooting an accusatory glare at y/n. “Dean, I told you, I had nothing to do with that!” Y/N defended, still mad at the fact that he thought she would hurt Baby. “It might not seem like it, but I value my life, I’d never lay a finger on Baby”

“Bullshit!” Dean snapped, standing up from his seat, “You were the last one to use my goddamn car, who else would’ve done it?!” Sam was stuck in the middle of the two as Dean got in y/n’s face to glare down at her. He fished out his phone from his pocket, quickly typing on his keypad.

‘They’re going at it again. I’m gonna explode…D:<.’ he texted Jo.

After a moment, Jo responded while on her own hunt with her mom after reconciling.

‘Don’t explode, you’re the mediator of those two. Sorry I can’t be there but keep the peace as always.’ She replied.

“I didn’t do it!” Y/N yelled back, their faces inches away from each other. “Maybe you just can’t accept it was just an accident! Maybe you can’t accept the fact that I care about Baby just as much as you do!” She snapped back at him. Sam watched as his brother and Y/N continued to go at it, both sides shouting profanities at each other.

“Bullshit!”

“Why don’t you believe me!?”

“Because you’re the only one who used my car and then suddenly, all her tires were aired out!”

“And I told you I didn’t do a damn thing to her! Maybe if you weren’t such a dumbass, you would’ve noticed I didn’t do anything!” Y/N retorted, her voice beginning to grow hoarse.

‘Does it look like I wanna get my head chewed off?’ Sam texted back.

‘Don’t be a baby. Be a mediator! xx’ Jo encouraged him.

Sam rolled his eyes at the response, standing up and putting an end to the two. He quickly walked over to the pair. “Both of you, stop it!” He said, separating the two with a shove to both of their shoulders. “We are in a crowded motel room. Please stop shouting at each other before the neighbors notice.” He huffed.

Dean and Y/N’s eyes flickered over to Sam as he got in the way of their glaring contest, they both huffed at the same time. “I’m not done with his ass yet!” Y/N snapped, folding her arms across her chest. “Neither am I.” Dean retorted, mirroring her actions, both with their eyes still narrowed at each other.

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose, “Why are you two always arguing like cats and dogs?” He asked in an exasperated tone. “These days. You act like you hate each other one second then the next, you don’t. You barely talk, and when you do, you’re always at each other’s throats! What the fuck is the matter with you two?!”

Dean and Y/N turned their attention to Sam, their eyes still narrowed but this time directed at him. He huffed again, running a hand through his hair.

The sound of knocking at the door caused all their heads to snap in the direction, exchanging angry looks, a little on edge before y/n grumbled to herself and paced towards it. She looked through the peephole to see Bobby and much to her surprise, Jo, shooting the boys another glare before twisting the door knob, pulling it open. “Hey guys” She smiled at the old man and young woman.

He gave y/n a weird look at her attire, the hoodie over her head and large sunglasses seemed out of place but he brushed it off. “Hey, kids” Bobby greeted them with a smile, reaching over to hug y/n. She returned the hug before moving aside to let him in before hugging Jo, who returned the gesture, wrapping her arms around Y/N’s frame before letting go. “Hey, Bobby” Dean said excitedly as Y/N shut the door.

Sam’s eyes widened in surprise upon seeing Jo, his heart unconsciously skipping a beat. Sam was caught off guard, his heartbeat quickening as he caught sight of Jo. He couldn’t hold back a small smile as he took in her appearance. “You just- I thought you were-“ Sam stuttered, holding up his phone.

Bobby, Dean and Y/N chuckled at the sight of a flabbergasted Sam. Jo smirked, “Did you miss me that much?” she teased, raising an eyebrow at him. “Finished up my hunt early, figured I’d repay the surprise visit” She added with a shrug and a small smile. Sam’s cheeks tinted pink as he chuckled awkwardly, running a hand through his hair. “It’s uh, good to see you” he admitted, looking down at his feet shyly.

Dean, who was watching the exchange with a smirk, couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Dean and Y/N shared a knowing look, their previous argument forgotten and they smirked at Sam and Jo.

“It’s good to see you again so soon” Bobby broke the silence as Sam recuperated, patting him on the shoulder. “Yeah, uh, thanks for coming” Sam chuckled, “Come on in. Thank god you’re here” Dean added as Sam, Jo and Y/N walked back over to the beds while Dean reached over, putting his hand out to give Bobby a firm handshake, which he returned.

“So, um, what didn’t you wanna talk to me about?” He asked them, concerned. “It’s this job we’re working..we were sure you’d believe us” Sam said sheepishly, earning a chuckle from Bobby. “Well, I can believe a lot” He responded ironically. “No, yeah, yeah. We know, it’s just we- we’ve never seen anything like it-” Y/N chuckled. “Not even close,” Dean added. “And we thought we could use some fresh eyes,” Sam chimed in.

Bobby shrugged, “Well, why don’t you begin at the beginning?” Jo said. They all shared a look at this before Y/N nodded, “Yeah, um, alright, please” She gestured for him to take a seat. Bobby and Y/N sat on Dean's bed while Dean sat on Sam’s bed. Sam pulled a chair for Jo, offering her to sit before settling in the chair next to her.

“So…it all started when we caught wind of an obit, see, a professor took a nosedive from a fourth story window.” Sam began, “Only, there’s a campus legend that the building’s haunted. So, we all pretexted as reporters from the local paper” Y/N added.

Sam and Y/N’s Version

•Flashback

Sam sat in front of the two college students at a table in a crowded local bar, resting the recorder down on the table. “Yeah, we both have the professor for ethics and morality” Curtis, a jock, told Sam, ripping his beer. “Yeah? So why do you think he did it?” Sam asked casually, “Who knows? He was tenured, wife and kids, his book is like a really big deal” Jen, next to Curtis, gushed, “..But then again, who’s the say it was suicide” She whispered to the younger Winchester.

His brows perked up at this, “Jen, come on” Curtis groaned, “Well, what else could it have been?” Sam chuckled, “Well, you know about Crawford Hall?” Jen began, “No, I don’t actually” Sam pushed himself up in his seat, intrigued, “It’s a bunch of crap. It’s a total urban legend.” Curtis rolled his eyes, “Yeah, well Heather’s mom went to school here and she knew the girl” Jen defended, “Wait, what girl?” Sam chimed in curiously.

“Like, 30 years ago, the girl was having an affair with some professor” Jen began as Sam listened intently while the jock snorted in amusement, “He broke it off. Then she jumped out the window and killed herself.” She finished. “You know her name?” Sam asked urgently, “No. But they say she jumped from Room 669” She whispered, “Get it? You turn the 9 upside down…”

Curtis chuckled while Sam nodded, offering her a small smile. She shot Curtis a side eye before turning back to Sam. “So now she haunts the building, and anyone who sees, they don’t live to tell the tale” Jen finished her story, “Well, if no one lives to tell the tale, then how does the tale get told?” Curtis quipped, “Curtis! Shut up!” Jen snapped at him, “You know what? Uh, thanks a lot, guys. Excuse me” Sam said kindly before taking up his tape recorder, making his way over to y/n.

Y/N sat at the bar sipping on a beer as she leaned onto the counter, flirting with a bartender. Her eyes flickered over to Dean every now and then, clenching her jaw as he flirted with a cute blonde. She cleared her throat before turning back to the bartender.

“Come on, give me another one” she requested with a coy smile as the bartender chuckled, “You sure you can handle it?” He teased, pouring her another shot, “Oh, I can handle it” she smirked, downing the shot as Sam approached her. “Hey” He greeted, taking the seat next to her at the bar and ordering a beer, “Find anything out?” Y/N asked, her eyes glancing briefly back to Dean and the blonde, who now had their heads closer than before, Dean laughing at something she said.

“Yeah, uh, where’s Dean?” Sam informed her, looking around the bar for his brother. Y/N chuckled bitterly, pointing her eyes towards Dean where he was sitting with the blonde, “Right there” she mumbled. Sam followed her eyes, groaning as he realized what was going on, turning his eyes back to y/n with a sympathetic look as he sipped his beer, “Damn it. Come on, let’s go” Sam grabbed her hand, padding towards Dean who was downing a weird looking liquid in a shot glass.

Dean grunted as he took another of the purple shots, slamming the glass down on the counter, banging his head to the music. “Dean, what are you- what are you drinking?” Y/N grimaced as Dean burped loudly in her face, leaning against the counter. “I don’t know, man. I think they’re called purple nurple” Dean slurred drunkenly, a wide smile on his face.

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother, “Okay, listen. I think maybe we should go check out the professor's office.” Sam suggested but Dean shook his head rapidly, “Oh no no no no no. I can’t right now.” He muttered, his eyes glancing to y/n who raised her brows at him, “Because I’ve got some…uh, I’ve got a feisty wildcat on the hook, I’m bout to-” He made the fishing line noise with his mouth.

“-reel her in. I’ll introduce you” He smirked as their eyes flickered over to the skeevy dressed, cute blonde woman. Y/N rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest, “Yeah, we’ll pass” she muttered but Dean didn’t care, still smiling at them, “Come on, it’ll be fun” he insisted but Y/N and Sam looked at him unamused.

“Starla. Starla, hey” Dean turned, tapping the woman on her shoulder. “Mm?” She smiled drunkenly, knocking back a shot as she turned to them. “This is my co-pilots, Major Tom and our friend Charlotte” He pointed to Sam and Y/N, using names from the hit movie, Top Gun. “Tom and Charlotte, Starla” Dean pumped his brows as Starla giggled, wrapping her arm around Dean.

“Mmm, Enchanté” She smiled drunkenly, extending her hand out for Y/N to shake. “Hi” Y/N shook the girl’s hand awkwardly, giving a forced closed lips smile, forcing herself to hold back from grimacing at the woman, now practically wrapped around Dean, who was grinning widely, nodding his head before Starla started gagging.

Dean and Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, looking dumbfounded as Sam stepped back in case she vomited over all of them. "Are you okay, hun?” Y/N asked, a worried look in her eyes as Starla’s face went all sweaty but she nodded shakily. Swallowing before smiling at y/n again.

“Sorry. Just trying to keep my liquor down” She giggled, smiling at the hunter. “Yeah. Good job” Dean chuckled, wrapping his arm around Starla’s waist before turning back to Sam and y/n. Sam looked at him in disbelief, shaking his head, “Yeah. Good job” Y/N mimicked Dean’s words mockingly, pursing her lips into a frown. Dean didn’t seem to hear her as he turned back to them.

“Hey. Good news, she’s got a sister” He pumped his eyebrows suggestively at Sam while y/n rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time. Starla did the same at Dean, pumping her brows suggestively at Y/N, wrapping her arm around Dean again. “I’ve got a two sisters if you’re into th-”

•Present Time

“Woah woah woah woah. Hold on a minute” Dean interrupted their storytelling, offended, “What?” Sam said as he and Y/N shot him an innocent look, “Come on, guys. That’s not how it happened” Dean defended, “No?” Y/N snorted, pushing her sunglasses further up her face as Bobby eyed the three suspiciously, both him and Jo sharing a skeptical look.

“So, you’ve never drank a purple nurple?” Sam scoffed, “Yeah, maybe that. But I don’t say things like ‘feisty little wildcat’. I’m a feminist, and her name wasn’t Starla” Dean further defended himself as Y/N rolled her eyes. “Then what was her name?” Y/N narrowed her eyes at him below her glasses, folding her arms over her chest. Dean thought for a second, stumped. “I don’t know. But she was a classy chick”

Sam snorted in amusement as he and Y/N shared a knowing look, “Some feminist” Y/N mumbled as they shook their heads. Dean shot her an offended side eye but decided to brush her snarky comment off, “She was a grad student. Anthropology and Folklore. We were talking about local ghost stories” Dean began to tell his story.

Dean’s Version

•Flashback

Dean was standing in front of the classily dressed blonde woman, sporting a pair of heels and an almost floor length black dress that clung to her curves, toasting with two shots. “Here’s to…” The woman began, a coy smile on her face. “Here’s to us” Dean smirked, toasting with her before downing the shots, their eyes never leaving each other.

“My God, you are attractive” The woman breathed out lustfully, her eyes roaming over Dean. “Thanks” Dean smirked his eyes glancing over to y/n who was aggressively giggling with a bartender, she threw a shot of whiskey down her throat before slamming onto the counter. Then she took out a pen from her jacket pocket as she flashed the bartender a sultry smile.

Writing something down on a cocktail napkin before reaching over and stuffing it into his pocket. His jaw clenched as his eyes went back to the woman in front of him, “But no time for that now” He cleared his throat, his tone serious and a bit exaggerated.

The woman licked her lips, her lustful gaze intensified as Dean spoke, “You need to tell me about this urban legend. Please, lives are at stake” Dean’s eyes darkened, “I’m sorry, I just- I can’t even concentrate. It’s like staring….” She responded, her voice filled with desire before reaching forward, running her fingers through the hair at the nape of Dean’s neck.

Her mouth found his in a slow lust filled kiss as Sam and Y/N approached the two. Sam with a very judgmental look on her face and Y/N seemed as if she couldn’t care less, looking bored as she rolled her eyes as propping herself on the counter beside them. “Dean, what do you think you’re doing?” Sam’s pensive voice broke the two apart.

“Sam, Y/N. Please.” Dean said calmly, wiping his lips. In reality, y/n wanted to reach over and slam that chicks face into the counter but all Dean saw was an annoyed impatient version of her that wanted to get back to that bartender she was flirting with. “If you wouldn’t mind, just give me five minutes here”

“Dean, this is a very important investigation.” Y/N snapped, glaring at him. “Yeah, we don’t have time for your any of your blah-blah-blah-blah” Sam added exasperatedly, “Blah-blah blah-blah” Y/N scoffed as Dean smirked before going back to the woman in front of him, leaning forward to kiss her again, their lips connecting, making y/n’s nostrils flare, that burning feeling in her chest rising again.

She felt sick to her stomach as Sam continued, “Blah, blah blah blah blah!!” Sam rambled on as the two lips moved against each others. Him and Y/N shared an annoyed look before screaming, “BLAHH!!!”

•Present Time

“Right, and that’s how it really happened?!” Sam interrupted Dean’s over exaggeration of a story as Y/N shot daggers at him. Dean just shrugged, a smug look on his face. “We don’t sound like that! I don’t look like that! And I didn’t give that bartender my number!” Y/N shouted defensively, “Bullshit and that’s what you two sound like to me” Dean shot back smugly, “Okay, what’s going on with you three?” Jo cut into their argument, her tone suspicious as Bobby eyed them.

“Nothing. It’s nothing” Sam rolled his eyes, his tone tired. “Come on. Now, you’re bickering like an old married couple” Bobby stated, pointing between Dean and Y/N. “And you’re like their oversized angsty teenage kid” He added, pointing to Sam. “No. See, married couples can get divorced” Dean glared at Y/N, “Me and her, were like uh. Siamese twins, and he’s a jackass” Dean scoffed as he pushed himself up from the bed.

“It’s conjoined twins!” “I’m not a jackass!” Y/N and Sam shouted simultaneously at Dean as he walked to the fridge, “See what I mean?” Dean quipped while looking at Bobby and Jo. Y/N rubbed her temples, tired of it all as Jo took in her attire. “What’s with the getup? You becoming a nun?” Jo asked curiously, nudging towards the hoodie and sunglasses.

“Her? A nun? Please.” Dean snorted amused as her sipped his beer he got from the fridge, throwing his head back as he laughed. “Go to hell!” Y/N growled, snatching a pillow from the bed before tossing it at him. This just made Dean cackle more, “We’ll get to that part” Y/N sighed, shaking her head. “Look, it…” Sam began, taking a deep breath before glaring at his brother from across the room.

“We’ve all just been on the road for too long. Tight quarters, all that. Don’t worry about it” Sam sighed as Jo gave him a sympathetic look. “Okay” Jo said softly, resting her hand on his lap comfortingly. Sam blushed softly and looked away. Y/N couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

‘Idiots’ she thought to herself.

Clearing her throat, “So, anyways. We figured it might be a haunting, so we went to check out the scene of the crime” Y/N began again.

Sam and Y/N’s version

•Flashback

The trio were at the Crawford Hall, “So, how long you been working here?” Sam asked the janitor who they convinced to let them in, disguised as electricians. Y/N’s eyes narrowed at the man’s throat, she could’ve sworn she saw a little white glow right at the base of his throat but it quickly disappeared. She blinked rapidly, shaking her head. Dismissing it as lack of sleep.

“I’ve been mopping this floor for six years” The janitor responded as he turned the key to the deceased office, pushing the door open. The room was dark, so he reached in and flipped the switch. “There you go, guys.” He sighed, walking in as Sam took out his EMF meter.

“What the heck that’s for?” He asked curiously. “Just finding wires in the walls” Y/N chuckled nervously, attempting to snatch the EMF meter away from Sam but he quickly pulled his hand away. “But my partner seems to forget that I can find them without that” She glared at Sam. He returned the glare before huffing. “Ah, well. I’m not sure why you’re wiring up the this office. Not gonna do the professor much good” The janitor shrugged as he leaned against the wall.

Y/N moved around the room, pressing her hand to the wall. Looking for any source of energy or spirit while Sam used the EMF meter just in case. “Why’s that?” Dean asked curiously, “He’s dead” The janitor said simply. “Oh, what happened?” Y/N asked, surprised, walking back over to them as Dean paced towards the desk. “He went out that window, right there” The janitor stated, leaning off the wall, pointing to the window.

“Yeah?” Sam asked, feigning surprise. “Were you working that night?” He questioned, “I’m the one who found him” The janitor stated again as Dean picked up one of the chocolates from the bowl on the professor's table, stuffing it into his mouth. Y/N raised her brow at him but shook her head, turning back to the two men. “You see it happen?” She asked, clearing her throat.

“Nope. I just saw him come up here and, uh…Well..” The janitor trailed off, a sly smile on his face. Sam and Y/N noticed this, sharing a look. “What?” Sam asked, a bit amused, “He wasn’t alone” The janitor explained, causing the two younger hunters to share a look again, putting in faux-amused and intrigued faces.

“Who was he with?” Dean mumbled, approaching them again. His mouth now stuffed with chocolates, the bowl in his hand, cheeks puffed like a bunny. Their eyes widened as Sam’s face paled at Dean’s unprofessionalism. Y/N internally facepalmed before roughly snatching the bowl away from Dean.

•Present Time

“Come on! I ate one, maybe two” Dean interrupted their story defensively, “Just let us tell it, okay?” Sam clapped back.

Sam and Y/N’s version

•Flashback

Dean grumbled at Y/N for snatching away the bowl from him as he chewed, his mouth still filled with the chocolates. “He was with a young lady” The janitor eyed him weirdly. Dean pumped his brows intrigued, “I told the cops about her, but, uh, I guess they never found her” The janitor shrugged.

“You saw this girl go in, huh?” Y/N asked, slapping away Dean’s hand that was reaching into the bowl. He winced, rubbing his sore hand but still stuffed the chocolate he retrieved into his already full mouth. Y/N glared at him, earning a smug smile. Sam glared at his brother before turning back to the janitor.

“Did you ever see her come out?” Sam asked, clearing his throat. “Now that you mention it, no” The janitor thought a bit before responding, “You ever see her before around?” Y/N asked as Dean reached into the bowl again, she slapped his hand away again but this time a bit more roughly. He winced once more, grumbling under his breath about her being ‘violent’ before stuffing his mouth again with the chocolate.

“Well, not her” The janitor said smugly, pumping his brows, giving them a knowing look. “What do you mean?” Dean asked through a stuffed mouth, Sam and Y/N glared at him again. “I don’t mean to cast aspersions on a dead guy…but, uh, Mr. Morality here?” The janitor snorted as Sam and Y/N listened intently.

Amused looks on their faces along with Dean who was still chewing, “He brought a lot of girls up here. Got more ass than a toilet seat” The janitor mused, causing Dean to let out a scandalous laugh. Attempting to take another chocolate from the bowl in Y/N’s hand.

“Hey!” Y/N snapped, smacking his hand again, making him sulk as Sam tried to keep a straight face. Dean huffed, crossing his arms as Y/N and the janitor continued their conversation, laughing at Dean like he was a child being disciplined.

“One more thing. Uh, this building, it only had four stories, right?” Sam asked, “Yeah” The janitor nodded, “So there wouldn’t be a Room 669?” Y/N asked, using her hand to barrier herself from Dean and the bowl of chocolates in her other hand, holding it out of his reach.

“Of course not. Why do you ask?” The janitor chuckled, “Ah, just curious” Sam brushed it off. “Thanks hun” Y/N said sweetly, resting the bowl of chocolates back down on the table as Dean eyed the room, obnoxiously chewing.

The next day, Dean entered the motel room, “Well, no traces of EMF, no feelings, that’s for sure” Sam said as Dean shut the door, Sam was currently hunched over the desk, rubbing his eyes. “And that Room 669 is a load of crap” Dean added, dropping their bag of food on the table. Sam let out a deep breath as Dean took out his phone to call y/n and tell her that he brought back breakfast.

“So, what do you think, the professor’s just a jumper?” Sam asked as Dean took three beers out from the fridge, his phone pressed to his ear. “I mean, the girl the janitor described, that’s pretty weird.” Dean grunted, opening his beer. Suddenly, his phone beeped as the voicemail picked up. “That’s weird,” Dean muttered.

“Yeah” Sam sighed, resting his elbow on the table. “We ought to check out the history of the building” Dean suggested, leaning against the counter, sipping his beer as Sam popped open his beer. “See if any coed ganked herself there” Dean added before resting his beer down on the counter, pacing towards the bathroom. “Yeah, right” Sam mumbled, opening his laptop placed on the desk.

His brows furrowed as he opened the screen to see it frozen on a very….provocative site. He then took up y/n’s computer, which was next to his. To see it frozen on the same site. “Dude, were you on me and y/n’s computers?” Sam bellowed, causing Dean to poke his head out from the bathroom door. “No” He denied, shaking his head. “Oh, really?” Sam scoffed.

“Because it’s frozen now on, uh, busty(your ethnicity)beauties.com?” Dean’s brows knitted together as he grimaced slightly, attempting to feign confusion but he was caught. He didn’t answer and suddenly, a womanly shriek came from y/n’s motel room, next to theirs. The brothers shared a confused look as they heard her door slam shut and feet padding down the hall, sounding rather angry.

“Speak of the devil,” Dean muttered before the room was filled with furious banging on their motel room door. Sam and Dean share a look before Sam groaned, shutting the laptops, moving to open the door. He swung it open to see a veryyy pissed y/n, steam was practically barreling out of her ears. But that wasn’t the only unusual thing, her hair was now a bright color of green and her eyebrows were nowhere to be seen.

Dean let out a bark of laughter as soon as his eyes landed on her, Sam just gaped in shock. “What happened?” Sam asked, clearly holding back any laughter that threatened to bubble. “WHICH ONE OF YOU JACKASSES DID THIS?!?” She shrieked, shoving Sam inwards by his chest before slamming their room door shut.

“What?!” Sam grunted, his back hitting the wall. Dean burst into another fit of laughter. The eldest Winchester held onto the end of the table to support himself as his laughter turned more hysterical.

“I’m gonna kill you, Dean!!” Y/N shouted furiously, charging at Dean. “Whoa, whoa!” Sam quickly grabbed her by her waist. Preventing her from taking a swing at Dean who was still laughing his ass off. “LET ME GO SAMUEL!!” She screamed, thrashing in Sam’s hold. “Hey, hey! Calm down!” Sam tried to calm her as he continued to have a tight grip on her.

The young hunter, still trying to wrestle her way out of his grasp. “Don’t tell me to calm down! HE TURNED MY HAIR GREEN AND SHAVED MY FUCKING EYEBROWS OFF!!!”

“Wha-?!” Sam gaped down at her, still keeping her from getting to his brother. His eyes darted over to Dean who’s laughing had now subsided, only leaving a few chuckles. “As much as I would love to take credit for this” He snorted, gesturing to her very funny appearance.

“I had nothing to do with this” He denied. “Then who did?!” Y/N hissed, still wriggling in Sam’s grip. Her arms thrashing to try and hit him. This just made Dean’s chuckles turn into laughs again. “You?!” She turned to Sam.

“No no no no” Sam immediately denied, eyes widening. The youngest Winchester looked absolutely offended that she would consider him a part of this crime. The sound of Dean’s laughter grew louder again.

“Then who did?!” Y/N repeated again, eyes bouncing between the brothers. Sam just shrugged, trying to control an amused smirk. Dean however was back to clutching the edge of the table, his face reddening as he laughed his ass off again.

Y/N narrowed her eyes at Dean and attempted to lunge at him again for his laughing. “Stop!!” Sam exclaimed, grabbing her again. This time, he wrapped his arms completely around her. Using his weight to pin her against him, her back to his chest.

Dean let out another burst of cackles. “I’m gonna kill him!! Let me go!!” She shouted, struggling in his grip. Sam had to quickly put a large hand over her mouth, muffling her enraged threats. Her eyes balled over its flash of white and Sam’s eyes widened when he saw her hands brighten a light shade of aqua blue.

“Don’t you dare use that shit on me, L/N!” He grunted, holding her tightly.

•Present Time

As they explained the story to Jo and Bobby. Jo was cackling at the story as Bobby rolled his eyes at the kids, “So that’s why you’re suddenly a nun!” Jo laughed hysterically, slapping a hand on her knee as Y/N glared at her. “Haha, very funny” Y/N grumbled, rolling her eyes. Sam shook his head at the two women, trying to hide his smile. Dean with an amused smile on his face, luckily, y/n didn’t see it because she would’ve lunged at him again.

“Do you know the damage this is gonna do to my hair?! And how long my eyebrows are gonna take to grow back?!” She exclaimed, pulling down the hoodie, taking off the glasses to reveal it again. “Who the hell did it though?” Bobby asked curiously. All the eyes in the room turned to Dean who immediately threw his hands up in surrender.

“I swear it wasn’t me” He held a pleading tone in his voice, trying to prove his innocence. Sam’s shoulders shook, a snicker of laughter threatening to come out of his mouth. But Y/N didn’t believe him, causing her glare to intensify.

Bobby let out a deep sigh, shaking his head. “Did you dig up anything about the building? Or on the suicidal coed?” He asked. “No. History’s clean” Sam shook his head, scratching the back of his neck. “Then it’s not a haunting” Jo added. “Nope. Definitely not. To tell you the truth, we’re not really sure” Y/N said honestly.

“What do you mean you’re not sure?” Bobby narrowed his eyes at them confused. “Well, it’s weird” Sam started as Dean and Y/N shrugged. “What’s weird?” Jo asked, leaning forward in her chair. “This next part, we, uh, didn’t see it happen ourselves exactly but….it’s pretty fucking weird. Even for us” Dean stated.

Dean then told the story about Curtis, the jock Sam interviewed in the bar. He explained that Curtis claimed to have been abducted by aliens when walking back to his dorm in the middle of the night. Stating that Curtis claimed he barely made it out alive.

“Aliens?!” Bobby and Jo exclaimed flabbergasted. “Yeah” Sam nodded, “Aliens?!” Bobby exclaimed again as Jo’s jaw hit the ground. “Yeah” Dean and Y/N said in unison, crossing their arms over their chests simultaneously. “Look, even if they are real. They’re such as hell not coming to Earth and swiping people” Bobby stated as if the fact was stupid.

“Hey, believe me. We know” Dean argued, “My whole life, I’ve never found evidence of an honest-to-God abduction. It’s all just cranks and pranks” Bobby stated again. “Yeah, that’s what we thought” Sam said, “But, we figured we’d at least talk to the guy” Y/N added.

Sam, Dean and Y/N’s Version

•Flashback

Sam, Dean and Y/N were back at the bar, Curtis was sat infront of them with a line of shots. Knocking them back, looking disoriented and traumatized. “Hey, you gotta get those purple nurples a shot. Phew” Dean suggested, chuckling. This earned him a glare from Curtis, causing his amused smile to drop as Sam and Y/N cleared their throats.

“So, what happened, Curtis?” Y/N asked him gently, pressing her elbows to the table as she pushed up her sunglasses covering her eyebrow less eyes. He looked at her shyly, “You won’t believe me. Nobody does” He shrugged, his tone raspy as he folded his arms over his chest. “Give us a chance” Sam added softly, “I do not want this in the papers” He pointed firmly at Sam, a shot in his hand.

“Off the record then” Dean assured him, he hesitated for a second before tossing back another shot. Slamming it into the table, “I, uh….I blacked out and….” He began as Dean’s eyes glanced over to Sam and y/n, a unsure look playing in his features. “…and I lost time and when I woke up, I don’t know where I was” Curtis explained.

“And then what?” Y/N asked in a soft tone, offering him a small smile. “They did tests on me..” Curtis croaked, tearing up. “And, um..” He hesitated, picking up another shot before knocking it back down his throat. He took a deep breath, “They, um….They probed me”. All of their eyebrows shot up at this, Y/N’s jaw hitting the ground as Sam held back an amused smile, scratching the back of his head.

“They probed you?” Dean repeated, his brows knitting together. “Yeah, they probed me” Curtis nodded, his tone a bit angrier now. “Again and again and again, and….” He teared up, his voice cracking before knocking back another shot. Y/N’s jaw was still in the ground as Dean’s brows furrowed even more.

The three hunters gave each other unsure and amused looks, trying to bite back their smiles. All forcing serious faces, “And again and again, and again, and then one more time” Curtis slurred, putting up a finger. “Yikes” Y/N muttered, forcing her gaze on her hands, grimacing at the thought of getting probed.

“You know, that’s not even the worst part of it.” Curtis croaked, “How could it get any worse? I mean, some alien made you his bitch” Dean snorted, his words leaving his mouth before he could think. This earned him another glare from Curtis while y/n reached up and smacked the elder Winchester at the back of his head.

“Ow!” Dean exclaimed, reaching up to rub the spot Y/N hit. She shot him a warning look through her glasses, which he didn’t see but he already knew that look she always gave him whenever he couldn’t keep his trap shut, causing him to hold up his hands in surrender. Sam quickly cleared his throat, shifting his gaze to Curtis who was glaring at Dean with tear filled eyes.

“Curtis, forget about him. What’s the worst part?” Sam asked, giving Dean a side glare. “They…they made me slow dance” Curtis stammered.

‘Lady in Redddddd…is dancing with meee…cheek to cheek’

The music filled the room as Curtis awkwardly danced with the gray alien, half his height, under the sparkly disco ball. The alien wrapped its hands around Curtis’ waist, the jock stiff with feet as the extraterrestrial creature and he slowly danced to ‘The Lady In Red’ by Chris De Burgh.

‘There’s nobody here, it’s just you and me’

The alien looked up at Curtis, as if it was lovingly gazing at the jock, who was grimacing.

The trio gaped at Curtis, their lips parting as they tried to hold back their laughter from seeing this image in their heads. Y/N and Sam were holding back chuckles while Dean was biting his tongue, holding his mouth tightly shut. The three hunters bit their lips as Curtis explained the story. Sam and Y/N nodding understandably.

•Present Time

The trio was now sitting on the couch, Y/N sandwiched between the two Winchester brothers, her feet kicked up in the coffee table as she took a drag from her cigarette. “You guys are exaggerating again, huh?” Jo questioned as she and Bobby paced the room. “No” They all deadpanned in unison.

“Then this frat boy is just nuts” Bobby said unconvinced, “We’re not so sure” Dean shook his head.

Dean’s Version

•Flashback

They were in front of Crawford Hall, the crowd of students chattering, heading to classes as the hunters stared at the gaping round brown patch of grass in the middle of the ground, directly where Curtis said he got abducted. “I’m telling you, guys. This was made by some kind of jet engine” Sam insisted.

Y/N’s hands were buried in her hoodie pockets, tucking in a piece of her green hair into the dark hood. “What, you mean some saucer-shaped jet engine?” Dean scoffed. “Well, what else could it be?” Y/N retorted snippy. “What the fuck?” Dean muttered, “We don’t know” Sam sighed. “No, seriously, dude. What the fuck?” Dean grunted again, frustrated.

“We don’t know!” Y/N snapped, “I mean, first the fake haunting, now this? The timing alone, there’s gotta be some kind of connection here” Sam added, equally frustrated. “What, you mean, between the fake angry spirit and the sexed-up ET?” Dean sassed as Sam and Y/N shrugged. “What could the connection possibly be?” He scoffed.

•Present Time

“But what could we do? We just kept on digging” Dean stated before he continued his story.

Dean’s Version

•Flashback

“So, you and this guy Curtis, you’re in the same house?” Sam asked the young college boy, “Yeah” The guy nodded. “You heard of what happened to him, right?” Dean asked, “Yeah, he said it was aliens, but, you know, whatever” The guys shrugged. Y/N pouted at this as Sam sighed heavily, “Look, hun, I know this all has to be so hard..” She said sympathetically.

“Um, not so much” The guy shook his head, seemingly okay and nonchalant. “But I want you to know…” Sam cut in, glancing over at Y/N before wrapping his arm around her shoulder. “We want you to know…we’re here for you” Sam flashed him his classic big puppy dog eyes as y/n nodded frantically in agreement, the guy looked around awkwardly

“You brave little soldier” Y/N cooed as tears welled up in both her and Sam’s eyes. “We acknowledge your pain” Sam added exasperatedly as the college boy looked freaked out by them, “Come here” Sam said before pulling the guy into a hug. Y/N placed a hand over her heart, doing the same. Giving the college boy a big group hug.

The college boy looked very confused as Dean stood off to the side, watching the hug and trying to hold back his laughter. “You’re too precious for this world” Sam grunted, taking a deep breath.

•Present Time

“We never said that!” Sam and Y/N exclaimed in unison, glaring at Dean. “Well, you two are always saying pansy stuff like that” Dean snorted as Bobby and Jo continued to look at them inquisitively.

Dean’s Version

•Flashback

Sam and Y/N were clutching onto the college boy, arms wrapped tightly around him as they breathed heavily, “Well, um….thanks. Thanks for the hug” The college boy mumbled awkwardly into y/n’s chest, which his head was buried in. “Yeah” Sam said, “Sure thing hun” Y/N smiled at him, letting go, her hand caressing his cheek.

“But, uh, I’m okay. Really” The boy assured them, Dean snorted from behind them, clearly holding back his laughter as Sam and Y/N shot another glare at him over their shoulders as Sam tapped the boy’s shoulder comfortingly. “To tell you the truth, Curtis. He had it coming” The boy said honestly, “Why's that?” Dean asked curiously.

“He’s our pledge master. Put us through hell this semester.” He explained, “Man, he got off on it. So now he knows how we feel” The boy said sadly as Sam and Y/N pouted, sympathizing with the boy. “Huh” Dean nodded. “It’s okay, sweetheart” Dean patted her and Sam’s shoulders comfortingly as tears sprung from their eyes.

“It still doesn’t make a lick of sense.” Dean grunted as they entered the motel room. “But hey, at least there’s one connection” Y/N said optimistically as Dean stripped his jacket off. “Between what?” Sam asked, “The victims. The professor and the frat guy” Dean added as he sat on the chair near the table along with y/n and Sam settled on the bed. “They’re both dicks,” Dean snorted, tossing his feet up and Y/N’s lap.

“That’s a connection?” Sam huffed, “You got anything better to go on, we’d love to hear it” Y/N retorted as Sam dug through his laptop bag. “Where’s my laptop?” He asked, shooting an accusatory look at Dean. “I don’t know” Dean mumbled as Y/N raised her brows. She tossed his feet off roughly and began looking for her own as Dean rambled on.

“I mean, think about it. A philandering professor gets a dead girl. A pledge master gets hazed.” Dean continued as the room was being littered with tossed pillows, mattresses and cushions, all discarded in a mess as Y/N and Sam searched for their laptops. “I left our laptops in here,” Sam grunted. “I mean, you guys obviously didn’t” Dean stated back, y/n rolled her eyes at him before continuing to look.

Stripping off her hoodie, her green hair bunched up in a bun. Dean held back a laugh again at the sight as she placed the sunglasses back on her face to cover her eyebrow less eyes. “I mean, these punishments, they’re almost poetic. Actually, it’d be more of a limerick, but still-” Dean muttered as Y/N tossed a pillow angrily at him, knocking him square in his stomach.

“Oww” Dean muttered, holding his stomach as Y/N narrowed her eyes through the lenses of her glasses, giving him another glare. “Okay, hilarious. Ha, ha. Where’d you hide them?” Sam deadpanned at Dean. “What? Your computers?” Dean asked, confused. “Yeah. Where’d you hide them?” Y/N huffed, her fists clenching at her sides. “Why would I take your computers?!” Dean yelled at them.

“Because no one else could have, Dean!” Sam shouted back. “We keep the door locked. We never let any maids in!” Y/N added, “Looks like you lost it then Poindexter” Dean smirked. Her fists clenching tighter at her sides. Her irritation grew as Dean and Sam continued to argue. As Sam ran his tongue along his top teeth, annoyance and anger pumping through his veins.

“Dude, you know something. We put up with a lot from you!” Sam shouted at the two. “What are you talking about? I’m a joy to be around” Dean retorted smugly. “Yeah? Your dirty socks in the sink?!” Y/N yelled in a motherly tone, “Your food in the fridge!” Sam added angrily, “What's wrong with my food?” Dean mumbled, furrowing his brows.

“It’s not food anymore, Dean. It’s Darwinism!” Sam retorted, “I like it,” Dean shrugged. “You know, all we ask from you, the one thing, is that you don’t mess with our stuff!!” Y/N growled, her fists clenching at her sides as her nostrils flared. Dean smirked at her, his eyes narrowed in amusement, “You done, She-Hulk?” He quipped.

Y/N was about to say something else when Dean’s nickname for her caught her off guard. She stood there for a moment, blinking furiously as her face began reddening. Her clenched hands trembled at her sides, her fists beginning to turn white from how tightly she was clenching her hands. She could feel the heat rising from the tip of her feet to her head, her face contorting in anger.

“Why you-!” She yelled between clenched teeth as she tried to launch herself at the snarky, smirking hunter. Sam managed to quickly grab her by the sides, holding her back before she could lay a finger on his brother, who honestly, kinda deserved to get his ass kicked for that.

“Whoa!” Sam exclaimed, holding Y/N back by the arms. Grabbing them tightly, holding her arms to her sides as she attempted to break free from his tight grip. “Ugh! I hate you so much!” She snarled at Dean. “Yeah?” He raised his eyebrows, a cocky, irritating, and smug look on his face.

“Right back at ya, She-Hulk” He replied, his smirk not faltering as he continued to taunt her. Her eyes went white, “LET ME GO SAMUEL!! LET ME FUCK THIS SHITHEAD UP!” Y/N struggled in Sam’s grip, his hand was wrapped tightly around her waist. “No can do,” Sam replied firmly, still holding a tight grip on her.

“You might murder him if I let you go” He muttered, struggling to keep her still as she continued to thrash about in his grip. “Uh oh” Sam mumbled when he saw her hands changing color, her fingers twitching as the palms in her hands turned completely blue. He tightened his grip at her waist, “Y/N, stop trying to use your powers!” Sam warned her, his tone firm.

•Present Time

Dean, Y/N, Sam and Jo were all now sitting by the table. Jo and Y/N in the middle while Dean sat next to Y/N and Jo sat next to Sam. Y/N and Dean had their beers in their hands while Jo and Sam placed theirs on the table. “Did you take their computers?” Bobby asked, standing in front of the four young hunters, his hands buried in his pockets.

“Serves ‘em right, but no” Dean mumbled, “Well we didn’t lose it, because we don’t lose things!” Sam defended. “Oh, that’s right, yeah, because they’re Mr. Perfect and Mrs. Perfect” Dean sassed, causing Jo, Sam and Y/N to cringe in disgust. “Okay, okay. Why don’t you just tell me what happened next?” Bobby cut off their squabble.

“There was one more victim,” Dean began. “Right. Now, we didn’t see this one ourselves either.” Y/N added. “Yeah. We kinda put it together from evidence, but this guy, he was, uh..a research scientist. Animal testing” Sam chimed in. “Oh my god” Jo gasped, her heart hurting. “Yeah” Y/N frowned, placing her hand on Jo’s comfortingly.

“Yeah, you know, a dick. Which fits the pattern” Dean added. He then explained how the scientist was found in literal chewed pieces. “Cops didn’t release a cause of death because they had no clue what the cause was” Y/N added, “So, we checked it out ourselves” Sam stated.

•Flashback

Sam, Dean and Y/N snuck into the morgue. Sam stuck his knife between the louvers, pushing the lock aside. After getting it unlocked, the younger Winchester crawled through the window. Y/N followed behind, receiving a helpful boast from Dean. His hands gripped the sides over her hips, lifting her up into the window. She stumbled forward, her foot knocking over a couple of trash cans.

Luckily, she had managed to be quick enough to hold the cans in place before she could make too much noise. Y/N shot a look at the brothers, who were holding back their laughter. “Shut up” She hissed at them before turning on her flashlight.

Dean latched the window as y/n made her way over to the body fridges. Opening one of the chambers to reveal a bin. “This ought to be quick” She mumbled, grimacing as she put her flashlight away. Sam flashed his inwards as she reached in, retrieving the bin.

The bin was heavy as Y/N managed to haul it up, setting it down on a table with a loud thump. The smell of death immediately hit them all as soon as y/n peeled the blood soaked blue sheet the bin. “Bleh!” Y/N exclaimed, struggling not to gag, “Gross” Dean grimaced when they saw the bin was filled with the deceased man’s body parts.

Both Winchester boys groaned in disgust. “Okay. That is just nasty” Dean commented as Sam and Y/N covered their noses, “Uh, yeah” Sam grunted, trying not to puke. “You know, I really hate my life sometimes” Y/N said, trying to hold back the urge to puke as she forced herself to get closer to the chomped on body.

She grimaced as she started examining the body parts, her eyes scanning it as she turned it in different directions, trying to look at all the pieces. Y/N’s lips curled downward as she leaned in, “Looks to me like something was hungry” She stated.

“They identify him yet?” Dean asked, “Yeah, a research assistant at the college” Sam answered, his face contorting in more disgust as Y/N leaned in. “Guess where his office was, by the way,” He added. “Mm?” Y/N hummed in question. “Crawford Hall, same as the professor” Sam stated. “That’s right where the frat boy had his close encounter” Y/N mumbled, her eye zooming in on something familiar that was on the part.

“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “Hey, grab me that thing, would you sweetie?” Y/N said to Dean, pointing to the large magnifying glass. “Yeah, sure, thing,” Dean said as he grabbed the magnifier, handing it to her. Y/N took it mumbling a quick, “Thanks” and looked back into the bin, studying more of the body parts.

The brothers both stood behind her, trying to look over her shoulder, watching intently to see what she was looking at. “What is it?” Sam asked, “See for yourself” She handed him the magnifying glass. “That looks like a…a belly scale?” Sam's brows shot up. “That’s what I was thinking” Y/N agreed.

“A belly scale? From what?” Dean asked, confused and surprised. “Uh…an alligator?” Sam mumbled. “An alligator in the sewer? Come on” Dean scoffed. “What? Well, Dean, it’s a classic urban legend” Y/N defended, pushing her glasses up further. “Yeah, a kid flushes a baby gator down the toilet and it grows huge in the tunnels” Sam agreed.

“Yeah, but no one’s really ever found one. They’re not real” Dean shook his head. “Well, neither is alien abduction but something chomped on this guy” Y/N stated as Dean shook his head in bewilderment again. “This couldn’t get any weirder” Dean grumbled. “Maybe we should get some help. I’ll call Bobby. Maybe he’s run into something like this before” Sam sighed.

“Oh, I’m sure he has. Just your typical fake haunted-campus, alien abduction, alligator-in-a-sewer gig” Dean sassed, causing y/n to snort in amusement.

•Present Time

“We decided to search the sewer anyway. So we split up. Each taking different ends of the campus” Y/N told Bobby and Jo. “Did you find anything?” Jo asked, sipping her beer. “Yeah, I found something. Just not in the sewer” Dean quipped, glaring at Y/N who rolled her eyes again.

Dean’s Version

•Flashback

Dean grunted heavily as he pushed the metal cover for the sewer upwards. Police sirens and the honking of car horns filled his ears as he pushed himself up, crawling out back into civilization.

Dean bent the corner to where he parked Baby, his heart sank, anger pumping through his veins when he saw that all her tires were aired out. “Son of a bitch!” Dean cursed as he walked closer, to the side of the back tire, was a pack of Dunhill cigarettes. He reached down and grabbed it, his jaw clenching as he tucked his bottom lip into his mouth. “Y/N!!!” He shouted.

Sam and Y/N were in his motel room, Sam was reading a book while Y/N laid sprawled out on Dean’s bed. She laid on her stomach, her legs bent so her ankles were crossed as her bare feet remained in the air. The hoodie didn’t help the heat of the day so she was currently in her regular attire, her green hair out in the open but the sunglasses still framed her face.

She was flipping through a Playboy magazine as she hummed along to the song ‘Can’t Fight This Feeling’ softly. The motel room door opened, both Sam and Y/N’s eyes flickered to it to see Dean, “Find anything?” Y/N asked casually, he narrowed his gaze at her. “You think this is funny?” He growled, slamming the door shut.

“Depends. What?” She asked confused, closing the magazine and sitting up. Dean mumbled sarcastically before shouting, “The car!” As he walked over to her, stopping right in front of her. She tilted her head as she met his cold gaze. “What about the car?” She asked again, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You can’t let the air out of the tires, you idiot. You’re gonna bend the rims!” Dean yelled, “Woah, wait a minute” Y/N chuckled, shaking her head, pushing herself from the bed. “I didn’t go near Baby.” She stated firmly. Sam’s eyebrows snapped together as his eyes darted back and forth between the two. He sat the book down and quickly shot up from his seat.

“Hey, hey, hey, guys, calm down” Sam interjected, holding his hands up. Dean ignored him, “Oh yeah, huh. Then, how’d I find this?” Dean scoffed as he fished out the pack of cigarettes he found next to Baby, holding it up to her face. Her heart sank, quickly checking her pockets before turning back to Dean, who’s back was now facing the bed.

“Hey, give me back my cigarettes” She put her hand out calmly, Dean chuckled, shaking his head. “Oh, no. No. Consider it reparations for, uh, emotional trauma” Dean sassed. “You don’t even smoke!” Y/N exclaimed, balling up her fist as Sam walked over to the two, standing in between them. “That’s my last pack too! Now give it back!” She complained again.

Causing Dean to let out another chuckle, his eyes narrowing at her in the process as he stripped his jacket off. Y/N moved around Sam and tried to snatch it away from him before he smacked her arm away gently. “No!” He huffed. She gritted her teeth at him. “First you turn my hair green, shave my eyes off and now you’re blaming me for hurting Baby?!” She scoffed angrily.

“Dean, I have had it up to here with you!” She growled, gesturing to his height with her hand. “Yeah, well right back at you She-Hulk!” Dean shouted back, she scoffed, shaking her head before attempting to snatch it away again before Dean flicked his arm back. Y/N missed again, nearly crashing into Sam. “Damnit Dean, if you don’t give back my cigarettes, I’ll kick your ass!” She threatened, narrowing her gaze.

“Yeah, like you can,” Dean mocked, shaking his head as he smirked widely, finding her amusing. She narrowed her eyes at him again, not God himself could stop her this time. So she jumped him, quickly gripping onto his shoulders as her legs wrapped around his waist.

Attacking the elder Winchester, sending him tumbling backwards into the bed, his back hitting the bed first. Her hands gripped his wrists as she tried to get the pack from him, “Give it to me, you asshat!” Y/N shouted as she pinned his wrists on either side of his head. Dean grunted, his body lying flat against the bed, Y/N now straddling him as he struggled in her grip.

When I imagined her jumping me, this is NOT what I pictured. Dean thought to himself.

“Stop it! Stop it you two!” Sam exclaimed as he snaked his arms around Y/N’s waist, trying to pry her off of Dean. “Just give it to her, Dean!” Sam yelled above the sound of the struggling. “No way!” Dean shouted back firmly, squirming under her. “Get off of me you nutcase!!”

Y/N kept a tight grip on his wrists, her thighs squeezing his hips. She ignored him and Sam’s words as she continued to fight for his grasp, “You’re such a dick, Winchester! Just gimme my damn cigarettes back! I had nothing to do with your car!” She shouted back in his face.

Dean grunted, trying to buck his hips to loosen her grip, but it didn’t work as she only responded by squeezing her thighs tighter around him. Sam still attempted to pry her off but she quickly pushed him away, sending it tumbling next to Dean as they continued wrestling.

He hit the bedframe with a loud, “Oof!” Knocking his head into the wooden frame. “Get Off Me!” Dean shouted in her face as he tried to push himself up from the bed, but found it rather difficult as she continued holding him down by his wrists, “Not until you give me back my last pack of cigarettes, you asshat!” She shouted in his face.

God, I’m mad at her right now, why does she have to smell so good? Dean thought to himself as her face was merely inches from his.

Damnit. He’s so hot, even when he’s being such a pain in the ass. Y/N’s mind said as she found it hard to focus on her task, the smell of his cologne and shampoo filling her nostrils as she straddled him.

•Present Time

“Okay, I’ve heard enough” Bobby cut into their story, already knowing what’s going on as Jo laughed her ass off. “If Sam wasn’t there, she would’ve dragged you dude!” Jo cackled. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Dean grumbled, refusing to look at anyone as if he was embarrassed, which everyone knew that he was.

Sam let out a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his head besides Jo as Y/N snickered next to Dean. “Anyway, you two showed up about an hour after that” Dean changed the topic, gesturing between Bobby and Jo. “I’m surprised at you kids, I really am” Bobby scoffed like a disappointed parent, “Sam, Y/N. First off, Dean did not steal your computers.” Bobby stated.

“But I- There’s-!” Sam and Y/N tried to defend himself but Bobby put his hand out. “Shhh” He shushed them as Dean grinned triumphantly. “And Dean did not do…that.. to your head or your eyebrows” Bobby turned to Y/N pointing to her hair and sunglasses. “But I-!“ Y/N tried to defend herself again.

“I said shush, young lady” Bobby stopped her again as he pointed a thick finger at Y/N who huffed as she sank back into her chair. “And Dean, Y/N did not touch your car” Bobby stated firmly to Dean, who rolled his eyes. “Yeah!” Y/N scoffed, glaring at Dean. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, boy” Bobby stated to Dean sternly before looking at the three of them again.

“Y’all are family, you need to stop acting like children or I’ll kick all of y’all’s asses, ya understand?” He questioned, staring at the trio until they nodded in unison as Jo tucked her lips into her mouth to stop herself from laughing. “And as for you, Joanna Beth.” Bobby now turned his gaze to Jo.

“Stop encouraging them!” He demanded, pointing at her sternly. “But I just got here!” Jo defended, putting her hands up in surrender. “Don’t try to weasel your way out of this one, young lady” Bobby stated firmly before crossing his arms over his chest, causing her mouth to snap shut and her to sink in her seat, mirroring y/n’s actions.

“And if you three bothered to pull your heads out of your asses, it all would’ve been pretty clear” Bobby sassed them all. “What?” Dean raised a confused brow, “What you’re dealing with” Bobby stated as if it’s obvious but they all still looked confused. “Uh…” Sam muttered stumped, “I got nothing” Dean admitted with a grunt. “Me neither” Y/N mumbled, “Amen” Jo agreed.

“You got a trickster on your hands” Bobby revealed, rolling his eyes. Dean snapped his fingers, pointing at the veteran hunter. “That’s what I thought” He chuckled, lying through his teeth. “What? No you didn’t!” Sam, Jo and Y/N yelled in unison, side eyeing the elder Winchester. “Well, I gotta tell ya, you guys were the biggest clue” Bobby snorted, shaking his head.

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked. “These things create chaos and mischief as easy as breathing. And it’s got you so turned around and at each other's throats, you can’t even think straight” Bobby explained as realization dawned on them. “The laptop” Sam muttered, “The tires” Dean added, “My hair” Y/N pouted.

“It knows you’re into him. And it’s been playing you three like fiddles” Bobby stated as they all shook their heads in shame. “So, what is it? Wha- can’t be a spirit or a demon. Then what is it?” Jo asked. “Well, more like demigods, really” Bobby sighed, burying his hands in his pockets. All of their eyes popped out of their heads as he continued.

“There’s Loki in Scandinavia, there’s Anansi in West Africa. Dozens of them. They’re immortal and they can create things out of thin air. Things as real as you and me. Make them vanish just as quick.” Bobby further reiterated. “You mean, like an angry spirit or an alien, or an alligator, or…” Dean gestured to y/n’s head. “That” He bit back a chuckle as Y/N glared at him.

Dean cleared his throat, “The victims fit the m.o. too” Bobby nodded. “Tricksters target the high and the mighty. Knock ‘em down a peg, usually with a sense of humor. Deadly pranks, things like that” Bobby added as they all nodded, “Bobby, what do these things look like?” Y/N asked.

“Lots of things, but human mostly” Bobby shrugged, thinking for a second as he paced the room. Realization dawned in Dean and y/n, both sharing a look. “And what human do we know who’s been at ground zero this whole time?” Dean asked knowingly, turning to Sam. His mouth creases into a frown in confusion before it dawned on him also, rolling his eyes.

“That fucking janitor” Sam grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. Jo raised her brow at him as Dean and Y/N nodded.

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Later that day, Sam, Jo, Dean and Y/N disguised themselves as electricians again. “Sorry I’m dragging a little ass today, guys” The Trickster apologized as he locked the door to the storage compartment. “I haven’t seen you before” He smiled at Jo. “I’m a trainee” Jo smiled tightly, “Okie-dokie” The Trickster smirked before turning to Y/N.

She still had her sunglasses on but left her hair out in the open, “I like your style, peanut” He smirked at y/n mischievously, gesturing to her hair. “Thanks, a friend of mine chose it” Y/N smiled tightly, gritting her teeth as she glared at the trickster through her glasses.

“You probably had quite the night last night” Jo chimed in, pointing to her neck, indicating the red spot on the Trickster's neck as they walked up the stairs. “Lots of sex, you get it” He winked at Jo over his shoulder, causing her to grimace along with y/n. Sam and Dean mirrored their expressions as they walked behind them up the stairs.

“Yeah, hard not to. Listen, we won’t be long. We just need to check a couple of offices up on three.” Dean chimed in, “No problem” The trickster rolled his eyes, Jo shot Sam a look over her shoulders, indicating to put the plan in action. “Oh, damn, I, uh, forgot something in the truck.” Sam facepalmed himself, “Not again” Jo shook her head, “You know what. We’ll catch up with you guys.” She turned to Dean and Y/N.

“Okay” Dean shrugged as Y/N nodded. The trickster eyed them suspiciously before shrugging, Dean and Y/N following behind him again as Sam and Jo made their way down the stairs.

Jo was picking the lock to the storage unit that the trickster was locking up earlier. “Come on” Sam coaxed, glancing over his shoulder to see if anyone was coming. “Just give me a damn second” Jo grumbled, fiddling with the lock pick. “Hurry up” Sam urged, “You rushing me is not helping, Sammy. Shut up” Jo shushed him.

This earned an eyeroll from the younger Winchester as he held back the urge to correct her by saying, ‘It’s Sam’ but he let it be, oddly liking her calling him Sammy. The lock finally opened with a click. “See” She smirked, “Now, let’s see if we can find something that can end this bastard” She muttered as Sam nodded.

Sam pushed open the door, cringing at the creaking sound it made as they both stepped into the small storage area. Files and boxes of supplies were stacked along the walls, a few boxes sat in the middle of the room. There were a line of lockers on one side, so Jo immediately started searching through them thoroughly.

Her eyes widened when she found a newspaper labeled, ‘Aliens Abduct Cheerleaders’, she let out a scoff before handing the paper to Sam. Taking the paper out of her hands, Sam scrunched up his face a little as he read the headline. “Wow” He let out jokingly as he shook his head, scanning the article.

“Just because he reads the Weekly World News, doesn’t mean he’s our guy” Sam argued as the four hunters made their way down the stairs leading up to the college entrance. “Yeah, I mean. You guys read it too” Jo defended Sam’s point. “We’re telling you, it’s him,” Dean shook his head.

“Look, we just think we need some hard proof. That’s all” Jo protested, gesturing between her and Sam. “Okay, another thing Bobby mentioned was that these suckers have a metabolism like an insect. Alright? A real sweet tooth” Y/N shot back, narrowing her eyes at Jo, crossing her arms over her chest as she stepped closer to her.

“Well, we didn’t find any candy bars or sugar. Not even equal” Sam retorted, “Yeah, that’s probably because you two missed something” Dean rolled his eyes. “We don’t miss things” Sam gritted his teeth. “Oh, right. Because you two at Mr. Perfect and Mrs. Perfect” Y/N scoffed, shaking her head as she chuckled dryly.

“Hey, nobody’s perfect,” Jo admitted, raising her hands in defense. “It's just, you two have a very…violent way of dealing with things” She chuckled as she looked between Y/N and Dean, who rolled his eyes again. “Excuse me, bitch” Y/N growled at Jo, clenching her jaw as the Trickster peered through the windows, having a front row seat of their ‘fight’.

“What did you just call me?” Jo challenged as she stepped closer to Y/N, who mirrored her steps. “You heard me” Y/N snapped as they now stood chest to chest, their faces inches apart as they scowled at each other. “Girls, girls! That's enough!” Sam stepped between them, holding a hand on each chest, pushing them away.

“How can you two still be pissed at me for what the Trickster did?!” Sam scowled at Dean and Y/N. “Oh, come on, man. You've been a tight ass long before that trickster showed up” Dean shot back. “It’s that you’re so damn serious all the time!” Y/N pointed a finger at Sam before crossing her arms once again, narrowing her eyes at him.

“He doesn’t have a stick up his ass, you two just love picking fights!” Jo defended Sam, tiptoeing to shout over Sam’s shoulders, who was using his hand as a barrier to separate the heated women. Y/N threw her head back laughing at this, “Oh, I’m sure you'd like to pull something out of his behind” Y/N retorted as she sneered.

Making Dean choke back a snort of laughter, resulting in Sam turning around and glaring at him instead. Jo feigned a look of rage, attempting to lunge at Y/N, she instantly reacted, attempting to lunge at Jo but both Winchester boys quickly held the girls back.

“Come on, you Sherk looking slut!” Jo shouted, thrashing in Sam’s arms. “Anytime, you skinny-ass skank!” Y/N yelled, jerking in Dean’s arms, trying to wiggle from Dean’s grasp who struggled to keep her in place.

Sam’s body was practically pressed up against Jo’s back, his arms around her as best he could, making him a little flustered while Dean had to bend down, wrapping his arms tightly around Y/N’s waist, his chest against her back. He hated to admit that he felt a little bit of excitement when she squirmed against him.

“Hey, hey, hey! You guys need to chill the hell out!” Sam scolded them, trying to keep Jo from lashing out. His heart was beating out of his chest as Jo’s back was pressed flush against him, he was sure he felt it while Y/N tried to kick, elbow and punch Dean off of her.

“Why don’t you put me down, jackass?!” Y/N yelled over her shoulder, trying to swing a kick behind her to hit him in the shins, but it came across as a weird backward hip jerk, and she let out a snarl in frustration. “Calm. Down. Now.” Dean grunted as he struggled to hold her thrashing body in place, he tapped her hip, indicating that the Trickster was watching and the plan was working.

He shot Sam a quick wink, telling him with his eyes to do the same to Jo. “Hey, relax” Sam murmured to Jo, his breath tickling the back of her ear. A shiver ran down her spine but she fought the urge to melt at that, but this was her signal. Both women calmed down subsequently, sharing a quick sly look before Sam turned back in the act.

“Look, you two just stay here. Keep an eye on the janitor. Well go to his place, see if we can find any actual evidence before you two go bathing in and staking the man!” Sam huffed, trying to remain calm. Dean and Y/N rolled their eyes at this, their arms were still wrapped around the girls however, “Just wait till we get back” Jo spat.

“Yeah, you better come back with something good this time” Y/N added, shooting Sam a challenging glare. Sam rolled his eyes before finally releasing his hold on Jo, gently dragging her away. Dean loosened his grip on Y/N, allowing her to pull herself from his embrace.

The Trickster's gaze remained on Dean and Y/N who made their way into the building, his eyes tracing Sam and Jo, who were hopping into the Impala.

“Are you sure that was a good idea?” Jo questioned cautiously, giving Sam a wary glance. “They’ll be fine, angel,” Sam assured her with a small smile before putting the Impala in drive. Jo felt her heart flutter as Sam called her an angel, she tried to fight back the smile that was creeping at the corner of her lips as she ducked her head down as she smiled at his words, hoping he didn’t see how flustered his little nickname for her made her feel.

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It was now nightfall, Dean was pacing outside the building, both growing impatient, still waiting on Sam and Jo to get back as Y/N sat on the stairs, smoking a cigarette. “They’re taking too long” Y/N spoke up, blowing out a thin tendril of smoke. Dean stopped in his tracks, looking down at Y/N, who was sitting on the bottom stair, puffing away.

He sighed and sat down next to her, gesturing for her to pass him the bud. Taking it from her, he placed it between his lips and inhaled the smoke. The tension between them was thick as he let the smoke pass through his lips, trying to ignore the heat of her body so close to him. She glanced over at him, taking a moment taking in his profile, her eyes tracing his face and body before he caught her staring.

“Screw this” Y/N muttered, fixing her sunglasses, running a hand through her green hair before pushing herself up from the stairs. Then grabbing Dean’s hand. He didn’t protest, instead he followed behind her as she dragged him into the building:

The two padded down the staircase, flashing their lights down the dark hall, their footsteps heavy on the wooden case. Their lights flashed over the door to the room Sam and Jo investigated earlier. Heading back up the stairs, they huffed in annoyance. Y/N rolled her eyes in frustration as she handed Dean her flashlight.

She took out the wooden stake from her jacket, then suddenly, ‘Can’t Get Enough Of Your Love’ by Barry White started playing from a distance. The two shared a startled look, “The fuck…” Dean muttered. Y/N shrugged before stuffing the stake back into her jacket. They both followed the sound, making sure to glance over their shoulders.

The music led them to the college’s auditorium. All the stage lights were shining onto the stage where a round bed was in the middle. Along with two gorgeous, sexy and seductive model looking women laid to the sides. Dressed in red lingerie, shooting lustful gazes at Dean and Y/N. “It doesn’t seem to me like it’s enough” The sensual music blared.

Dean and Y/N shared an inquisitive look as her eyes flicker up to the disco ball and back down to the two women. “What the hell?” She mouthed to Dean as they inched closer, but Dean just shook his head, giving a brief shrug, just as confused as she was.

The two sexy women looked at them, the corners of their lips curled into a smile as they sat up from the bed. “We’ve been waiting for you Dean and Y/N” One of the women purred, both crawling to the edge of the bed. They shared a perplexed look before looking back at the women. Dean turned to Y/N, “Y-you guys aren’t real” He stuttered.

The women’s grins grew wider as they leaned back on their hands, giving the hunters full view of their bodies, “Trust me sugars, it’s gonna feel real” The other woman responded in a sultry tone, warning a nervous chuckle from Dean. A shiver ran down Y/N’s spine as she let her eyes wander over both women, they were very much her type, but they were clearly being set up.

“Come on, sexy. Let us give you a massage” One of the women said in a lustful tone, biting her lip. Y/N chuckled, her eyes lingering over the model’s body. The women didn’t hesitate to drink in Dean and Y/N’s bodies themselves. “Wha..” Dean’s mouth was dry, his eyes flickering back to Y/N as he gulped.

“You know, I’m a sucker for a happy ending. Really, I am but, we’re gonna have to pass” Y/N snorted in amusement, shaking her head as she tore her gazes away from the women, hating the fact that she had to pass. “Even to me?” A deep voice besides the women said, the voice was revealed to be Randy Orton, a long time celebrity crush is y/n.

Y/N did a double take as her breath hitched in her throat. Her eyes widened in shock when she recognized the voice. She bit her inner cheek, holding back the urge to squeal as she tried to keep her cool demeanor intact as her eyes roamed over his shirtless, muscular torso as her heart thrummed in her chest.

Dean’s head snapped towards the man so fast that he almost got whiplash doing so. His green eyes wide as he recognized the celebrity as he swallowed. His gaze darkened as Y/N’s gaping look, “They’re not real, y/n. He’s not real” Dean grunted, his nostrils flaring, that familiar burning feeling rising in his chest again.

Y/N couldn’t take her eyes off the man’s body, his muscles flexing perfectly, making her bite her lip as she fought the urge to salivate when her tongue snaked out to lick the corner of her lips.

She felt her knees growing a bit weaker, a warm, fluttery feeling stirring in her lower core. She forced her eyes to look away as she shifted on her feet slightly. “I-I know he’s not real” She muttered breathlessly to Dean. “They’re a peace offering” A familiar voice behind them said, they snapped their heads behind them to see the Trickster sitting in one of the rows nearby.

“I know what you two, your brother and his girlfriend do” The Trickster smirked, tossing his feet up on one of the seats, leaning back into the chair. “I’ve been around a while, run into your kind before” He grinned, “Well, then you know I can’t just let you keep hurting people” Dean quipped back.

“Before we get into that” Y/N snapped, glaring at the Trickster, she snatched off her glasses and pointed to her green head. “Fix.This.Shit.” She demanded firmly. A low chuckle left the Trickster’s lips as he took in Y/N’s appearance. He gave her a once over, eyeing the jeans that hung off her hips, the tight black leather leather jacket layering the red flannel that clung to her chest, with the dark brown top underneath and combat boots.

“Oh I don’t know, you look pretty hot like this, dollface” He chuckled as he looked down at her with a smirk. Tucking his lips into his mouth as he took in the green hair and browless eyes which he caused. “Fix it, dick!” Y/N yelled. The Trickster’s green eyes moved over to her fuming face, he chuckled again as he tilted his head.

His eyes flicked back to Dean, who’s gaze was glued to her. His jaw clenching slightly before he shot a glare at the trickster. He looked back at Y/N with a playful yet mischievous smile, “Ohhh, you’re even hotter when mad. That little catfight was sexy, I must say” He teased. He snapped his fingers.

“There, you’re welcome” He said with a smirk, and just like that, her hair was back to normal, and her eyebrows grew back. Her fingers instantly moved to feel her hair, the familiar shade and texture greeted her touch as she ran her fingers through the strands. Her hand moved to her face as she traced over her now newly returned eyebrows, a sigh of relief left her lips.

Dean’s shoulders sagged with relief as he watched Y/N’s hands move over her face, silently thanking the trickster for restoring her looks. The Trickster winked at her, “Anyway, back to topic. Come on, guys” He groaned. “Those people got what was coming to them. Hoisted on their own petards” He mused, pointing his finger upwards.

“But, you two, Sam and Jo….I like you. I do.” The Trickster smiled, pointing at them, their eyes flickered back to the women and Randy Orton. The Apex Predator shot y/n a sly lustful wink, a cocky smirk spreading across his face. Y/N bit her lip as a small shiver ran down her spine, her cheeks flushed as she felt a tingly sensation spread in the pit of her stomach.

She shifted on her feet again, trying to maintain her composure and not react to Randy, who was still looking very much real and very much half naked. Dean, on the other hand, was starting to grow agitated by the sight of Orton. His jaw clenched again as jealousy seethed through him at the sight of the man looking at her like that.

“So treat yourselves, as long as you want” The Trickster offered in an enticing tone. “Just long enough for me to move on to the next town” He added, pulling a chocolate bar out of his pocket. “Yeah, I don’t think we can let you do that” Dean clicked his tongue, glaring at the trickster. “I don’t wanna hurt you two. And you know that I can” The Trickster shrugged, ripping open the chocolate bar before biting into it.

“Look, man. I gotta tell you, I dig your style. Alright? I mean…” Y/N chuckled, pointing to Orton and the women before letting out a low whistle. Dean rolled his eyes at this, running his tongue along his top teeth. “..I do, I mean, phew. And the slow dancing alien?” She giggled, nudging Dean by his arm to laugh along.

He did exactly that, clutching his stomach as he and the Trickster threw their heads back laughing. “One of my personal favorites. Yeah” The Trickster snorted, fanning himself as he bragged. “But, we can’t let you go,” Dean added calmly. “Too bad. Like I said, I liked you two. Sam and Jo were right, you shouldn’t have come alone” The Trickster smirked, his tone dark.

Dean and Y/N exchange a sly look at this, “Well, I’ll agree with you there, sugarbear” Y/N mused in a mocking sweet tone. The Tricksters smirk flattered when suddenly the doors at the top of the auditorium opened. Revealing Sam and Jo through one door and then Bobby through another. All wielding wooden stakes.

A cocky smirk crept across Y/N’s lips as her eyes watched the look of surprise on the trickster’s face when the other hunters marched closer. Her eyes flicked to Randy Orton and the women, who were still sitting on the bed, watching the scene unfold.

“You were saying?” She teased, tilting her head to the side in a mock gesture. Bobby’s eyes narrowed on the trickster, clutching a shotgun in his arms and a wooden stake resting in his palm. He turned back to Dean and Y/N, looking impressed. “So, that hot catfight you two had, that was a trick?” The Trickster raised his brows at them. Dean and Y/N shrugged as Jo and Y/N shared a sly smile.

“Guilty as charged” Jo snorted, a smug smile spreading across her face as her eyes darted to Y/N. Y/N smirked and gave her a wink back, Jo returned the sly wink to her friend. “Hmm..Not bad” He admitted, nodding impressed at the two women. Meanwhile, Dean had his eyes locked firmly on Randy Orton, his eyes narrowing at him.

He watched the man’s gaze linger over Y/N, as if sizing her up. Y/N then pulled out the wooden stake from her jacket, Dean pulling out his own. “But you wanna see a real trick?” He smirked at them, he snapped his finger and suddenly, the sound of a chainsaw revving started sounding behind Jo and Sam. Startling them both, they turned, eyes wide to see Jason Voorhees, wielding a chainsaw at them.

Sam instinctively tackled Jo out of the way before he could attack them. As Dean and Y/N charge at the Trickster. One of the models held Dean’s hand back as Randy Orton snatched Y/N from around her waist.

Dean grunted, attempting to shake the model off his arm, “Get off!” He yelled, trying to free his arm from her grasp. The model just held him in place, a dark smile playing on her lips as her eyes raked over his body. Y/N writhed in Orton’s grip as he wrapped his large arm around her waist, her back flush against his chest, his chin sitting comfortably on her shoulder.

“When I imagined getting held by you, this is NOT what I pictured!” Y/N grunted, elbowing the wrestler in his nose as Dean got tossed across the auditorium by the model screaming, “AHHHHHH!” The Trickster was in hysterics as he watched the chaos unfold.

Randy grunted in pain as he was jabbed in the nose, “Ow!” He growled as he pulled her tighter against him. Her back flushed against his chest as he hooked his chin over her shoulder. The hunter writhed against his grip, trying to break free. It’s no use, his hands held her in place as if they were made of steel.

Y/N focused her energy in her body, her eyes flashing white as her hands turned that familiar light shade of aqua blue. The Trickster’s eyes widened, “Now, that’s new.” He chuckled.

Meanwhile, Jason attempted to chainsaw massacre Sam and Jo again. Both ducking narrowly, the chainsaw getting driven into the drywall. Bobby rushed over to help Sam and Jo but when he held out his stake, Jason ran his chainsaw through it, cutting it in half.

Randy smirked, catching a glimpse of her glowing hands as he chuckled. He kicked her to the ground, straddling her. Randy straddled her, his knee pinned against hips as he held her wrists against the floor, her legs writhing as she fought against him.

His smirk widened as his eyes raked over her body, pinned helplessly under his solid weight. “You can struggle all you want, darlin” He mocked, his voice deep and sultry, sending a chill down her spine. “Fuck you, Viper” She spat, in a blast, she sent the Apex Predator flying across the room with a wave of her hand and a flick of her head.

“Damn…” The Trickster mused as Randy’s back hit a wall with a heavy thud. A sly smile creeping over her lips at the sight of Randy lying limp against a wall across the room. Her eyes flashed with satisfaction, reverting back to its usual color, she sat up from the ground before rushing over to help Dean who was getting battered and beaten by the two models.

Jason was now after Bobby at the front of the stage, attempting to chainsaw the old man. Sam and Jo shared a look, nodding firmly before both charging at the large killer, spearing their bodies straight into him as Y/N did the same with one of the models.

“Keep. Your. Fucking. Hands. Off. Of. HIM!” She punched one of the chicks repeatedly with each word as Dean tried ducking from punches from the other model. But she gripped him and tossed him into the seats, near to the Trickster. “Ha! Nice toss” He cackled, throwing his head back laughing, clapping as Dean grunted in pain.

Sam’s eyes flickered to the stake on the ground next to him. “Dean, Dean, Dean. I did not wanna have to do this- The Trickster mused, standing up but he’s cut short when Sam tossed Dean the stake, the elder Winchester swiftly stabbed the Trickster in his gut. The Trickster stumbled back in pain, his hand clutching the wooden stake protruding from his abdomen, his eyes widening in shock.

“Me neither” Dean smirked as the Trickster wheezed, stumbling to clutch onto one of the seats. Jason was still wielding the chainsaw behind Sam and Jo but he then disapparated into thin air, along with the two models and a limp Randy Orton across the room. Dean grinned darkly as he twisted the stake in his gut.

The Tricksters face contorting with agony, Dean grunted heavily before extracting it back, shoving the now ‘dead trickster’ into the seat. As the Trickster’s body slumped limp in the seat of the auditorium, there was silence. Both brothers, Jo, Bobby and Y/N all stood staring at the now defeated trickster.

Panting, the five hunters all stared in anticipation for a few seconds before Y/N rushed down the stage and spoke up, “Are you okay?” She asked Dean concerned, taking his face into her hands. Running her thumb along the corner of his lip where blood was flowing from.

“Yeaaah, I’m just peachy” he huffed, a faint grin tugging at the corner of his lips. Her hands on his face felt like bliss to him as he leaned into her touch, his large hand gently grabbing her wrist to keep her hand there.

Y/N’s concerned eyes roamed over his face for a minute, “You’re bleeding” she mumbled, licking her thumb and gently wiping away the smudge of blood on the corner of his mouth. Sam and Jo shared a tired look at this with a roll of their eyes, “You kids alright?” Bobby spoke up in concern.

“Yeah. I guess” Sam and Jo nodded in unison. “Well, I gotta say, he had style” Dean huffed weakly, groaning from the pain in his back and mouth. Y/N was still tenderly running her thumb over his lip while the others spoke, “Style and taste, yeah” Jo snorted, earning an eye roll from Sam and a grunt from Bobby.

“Bobby, Jo, thanks a lot. We couldn’t have-” Sam thanked them as they all rushed out of the building. “Save it. Let’s just get the hell out of Dodge before somebody finds that body” Bobby grunted, waving him off as they rushed over to the Impala. “Look, guys. I just wanna say that I’m uh-” Sam started, his gaze softening as y/n and dean shared a look.

“Hey, me too,” Dean assured him. “Same” Y/N added, offering her best friend a soft smile. Bobby and Jo looked between them annoyed, “You guys are breaking my heart. Could we just leave?” She grumbled, hopping in the back. They all chuckled, the Winchesters hopping into their respective seats as Bobby, Jo and Y/N piled into the back.

As Dean started the Impala and peeled out of the parking lot in a hurry. Y/N wrapped her arm around Jo as the younger girl sat in the middle of her and Bobby. “You’re not really mad at me, are you, skank?” Y/N joked, Jo chuckled at Y/N’s words, nudging her friend’s with her elbow. “Nah, it’s all good, slut” she teased, sticking her tongue out at her.

Meanwhile, back in the auditorium, the trickster laid ‘dead’ in the seat where they left him. When the actual Trickster peered over his body, the illusion of his dead body disapparating into thin air as he smirked, biting into a chocolate bar.

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Sioux Falls, South Dakota

It was a couple days later and the four younger hunters were all hanging out in a local pub in SD. Their usual spot, of course. Sam was on his second drink while Jo and Y/N had lost count, both giggling and sharing old stories. Dean isn't drinking much since he was the designated driver, so he was sipping a beer bottle.

Y/N was lounging next to Dean while Jo resided next to Sam, “I will NEVER forget the first time this one..” She pointed firmly to Sam. “..punched me for the first time in my sleep” Y/N shot a mock glare at Sam as she slurred. “Hey, it was an accident,” Sam grumbled. “You snore and twitch in your sleep” He justified as Jo and Y/N cackled, the latter of the two throwing her head back in laughter.

“It happened MULTIPLE times, Sammy” Y/N exaggerated, rolling her eyes as she finished her beer. “Good luck” She whispered to Jo with a sly wink. “I told you, it’s an accident,” Sam grumbled again, rolling his eyes. “You’re really not helping yourself, dude” Jo cackled, patting his cheek.

Dean shook his head in amusement at their antics, a smirk playing on his lips before he raised the beer bottle to his lips. His eyes flicked to Y/N, who was pressed up next to him. “I gotta pee” Jo announced, pushing herself up from the booth, wobbling slightly. Sam held out his hands instinctively, incase she fell over.

“I’ll go with you” Y/N grinned, standing up from her seat beside Dean, almost losing her balance and tripping over her own feet. Dean did the same, holding out his hands instinctively incase she fell. She snickered at herself, her face flushed as her limbs felt like jelly.

Both girls held onto each other, wobbling slightly. “You two alright?” Sam snorted at the sight of their unstable feet. Y/N shot him a lazy middle finger in response, “We’re fineeeee” she slurred, staggering towards the restrooms with Jo, linking arms with the blonde, practically using each other as crutches.

Once they got into the restroom, the girls stumbled over the sink counter, Y/N bracing her hands on it to stop herself collapsing and Jo gripping the counter to pull herself up onto it. “Damn, how much did we even have?” Y/N laughed, bracing herself against the counter.

“I dunno man, I lost count like an hour ago” Jo snickered, looking into the mirror before making her way into the empty stall. Y/N giggled, glancing at her own reflection. “We look like a hot mess” The h/c haired hunter chuckled, running her fingers through the mess.

“We look hot, period” Jo called from the stall as Y/N continued to admire her reflection. “Amen, sister” She drunkenly pumped her fist into the air. The blonde reappeared a minute later, stumbling over to the other sink to wash her hands.

Y/N was still admiring herself in the mirror, fixing her hair when she glanced over at Jo, a smirk playing on her lips. “Hey, y/n. We’re friends right?” Jo started. Y/N snickered at the other girl’s drunken question. She turned to face her friend, leaning against the counter. “Of course, we’re friends” she chuckled, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Then as your friend, I gotta ask. What’s taking you and dean so long?” Jo slurred, crossing her arms over her chest as she raised a brow, leaning against the cold tiled wall. Y/N’s face flushed a darker shade of red, and it wasn’t just from the alcohol. “I- what?” She stuttered, turning back to face the mirror, trying to avoid Jo’s gaze, as she feigned fiddling with her hair.

“I should ask you the same about you and Sam” Y/N shot back slyly. This time, it was Jo’s turn to go red in the cheeks. She stuttered for a moment, trying (and failing) to find the right words before throwing her hands up, “Yeah, yeah. You got me…” she grumbled, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly. “Seriously though, dude”

Y/N signed deeply before giving Jo the rundown about the past few months. Jo listened intently as Y/N explained the whole situation, her alcohol clouded brain trying it’s best to keep up with her drunk friend’s story. Jo listened intently, taking it all in without a word.

She nodded when Y/N finished, placing a hand on her shoulder with a serious expression on her face. “Girl, you both are idiots” she announced firmly. Y/N raised a brow, raising a hand to her chest in mock offense, “Excuse me?” She demanded, but a sly smile crept onto her lips.

"Whatever, we're friends and it's remaining like that. I'd rather have him in my life as a friend than not have him at all" She admitted drunkenly. "Yeah, yeah. But have you like... thought about dating him?" Jo pushed, the alcohol loosening her tongue with her judgement and thoughts slipping.

“Trust me sweetie. Dean is not the dating type” Y/N snorted, tucking a blonde lock of Jo’s hair behind her ear. “I guess, neither am I” She shrugged, wrapping her arm around her waist. “Thanks for listening, man”

“That’s fair,” she hummed with a nod, leaning into Y/N’s touch. “No worries, dude” she chuckled, resting her head on the other girl’s shoulder. Jo smiled softly, the alcohol making her feel slightly more vulnerable and emotional. She chuckled, wrapping her own arm around her friend.

“Come here” Jo whispered, pulling the hunter into a tight squeeze. Tears welled up in both of their eyes as they spontaneously burst into tears, the alcohol fully absorbing their emotions.

Both girls stood in the middle of the dingy bathroom holding each other tightly, sniffling and crying over nothing in particular. “God… I love you” Y/N sobbed, burying her face into Jo’s neck, tears staining the fabric of her shirt.

“I love you too, idiot” Jo sniffled, tightening her hold on her friend, burying her own face in Y/N’s shoulder. The two girls were so drunk at that moment, they’d started crying at the mere thought of not having each other.

“What the fuck is wrong with us?!” Y/N sniffled and laughed into the hug before pulling away. There was laughter in both of their voices as they laughed through the tears, “I don’t know!!!” Jo chuckled, wiping away the tears that had smeared her mascara. They were both a mess at this point, but they didn’t care.

Both girls were slightly clingy at that moment. Jo grabbed the crook of Y/N’s elbow, linking them together. “Come on, let’s go back to the boys, before they think we’re dead and send out a search party,” She teased.

Meanwhile, the Winchester boys outside, “Jesus, how long does it take to pee?” Sam mused, glancing over in the direction where the girls had disappeared to. “Forever, probably” Dean joked, finishing the rest of his beer.

“I wouldn’t be shocked if they’d both fallen in,” Sam added with a smirk. The jukebox started playing ‘Genie In A Bottle’ by Christina Agulliera second before the older hunter snickered at his brother’s words.

Both women emerged from the bathroom, instantly into the song as it played. They made their way to the crowded dance floor as it was a late Friday night and it was crawling with people. They stumbled their way onto the dancefloor, both giggling again at their own efforts trying not to fall over in their drunken state.

The majority of the people there were couples dancing closely together, but Y/N and Jo didn’t give two shits. Jo began swaying her hips to the flow of the beat, her hand gripping Y/N’s wrist as she began flailing her arms around. Y/N chuckled at her friend’s efforts, copying her exaggerated dance style as they stumbled around and bumped into several people.

The Winchester brothers' eyes landed on the pair, Dean looked amused, watching Y/N dance like that from a distance, his emerald eyes sparkling as the corners of his lips tugged into a smirk. “Jesus, they look like they’re two seconds away from falling over” Sam huffed in amusement, covering his mouth while also looking over at the girls dancing amongst the other couples.

“This is pretty entertaining” Dean snickered, leaning back in his seat as he glanced in the direction of the girls on the dance floor. He watched Y/N swaying her hips to the music, tripping over her feet and swaying like a newborn fawn. It was honestly cute to him.

His eyes traced down to her lower back, that sinful anti possession tattoo peeking out from the bottom of her shirt. He cleared his throat, shaking his head to get rid of his thoughts as Sam’s eyes remained on Jo.

“Your eyes gonna stay stuck like that if you keep staring” Dean teased, noticing the way Sam was ogling at the younger girl from a distance. Sam snapped out of his daze and tore his gaze away, a blush creeping up on his neck.

“Shut up, dick” he grumbled, chugging his beer. “Dude, why don’t you ask her out already?” Dean pressed, arching his eyebrow slightly at his younger brother. Sam’s blush deepened at the question, “We’re friends, that would be weird” He mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

“You both very clearly like each other, it’s not rocket science Sammy” Dean pointed out bluntly, sipping his beer as he glanced back at the girls on the dance floor again. “You like her, just ask her out” he encouraged and gave Sam a slight nudge.

“Take your own damn advice, dude” Sam shot back at Dean with a roll of his eyes. Dean’s head snapped back to look at his cheeky brother, “Shut up” he hissed, his freckled nose and cheeks slightly flushed, though thankfully it was covered by the dim lighting.

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Author's Note: Hi beauties! I hope you guys liked my interpretation of this episode🥰

The part with Jo and Y/N in the bathroom is based on my own real drunken experiences with my best friends so I hope everyone liked that!

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Fireside Romance 18+

Request: I just love the very present Kelly spam on your blog too much that I'm gonna send in an idea as well ! My bday is on the weekend, but I feel bad for all the other request before me. So you don't need to do it right now ❤️

Maybe something where you're just new at Firehouse 51 and Shays new partner on 61, and also hers and Kelly's new roommate. He wasn't happy about that in the first place but after he gets to know you he can't think of a better person to live with and you 3 get really close friends. One time you're alone with Kelly, when your nasty ex finds out where you live and shows up. As Kelly opens the door your ex starts making a scene about another guy living with you, but Kelly gets into protective mode and takes care of the situation not letting him near you and making him leave again fast. Then he sees you being a bit overwhelmed by the situation so he hugs you immediately and you relax into his arms, feeling butterflies all inside you, that he stood up for you and that adding to your already present crush on him. Taking advantage of the situation you kiss him, which he returns and somehow you end up in his bed where Shay later finds you both cuddled up together naked and she fist bumps herself cause she knew that would happen and she'll mock you first thing in the morning about that? 🤭

Omg I'm so sorry it's so long !!!!

Pairings: Kelly Severide x Paramedic!Reader

Warnings: angst, domestic abuse done by OC, drinking, fluff, smut, swearing

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A/N: @talesofreading and @imagine-all-the-fandoms I hope you're prepared for some Kelly Severide smut.....

A/N 2: Happy 6 month belated birthday! So sorry it is so late!

Leslie Shay has been your long-time best friend, like so long that you both would consider each other sisters. She was the one to push you to go to school to become a paramedic, you had shown that you were capable and you loved helping people. She was a few years older than you so she had already been through the schooling and had been at 51 longer than you. After you finished your schooling and went through the fire academy you were placed with Firehouse 51 as a paramedic with Shay and to say you both were beyond excited was an understatement. You quickly made friends with everyone on the team including Kelly Severide when you went in to meet everyone.

When you were placed at Firehouse 51 as a paramedic you were in a seriously bad relationship but you had a place to stay but that was about to quickly change. You just started working there a week ago when your living situation was no more. Shay and you had talked about it and how abusive your boyfriend was. You wanted to break up with him and move out but had nowhere to go until she suggested you move in with Kelly and her. She promised that she would talk to Kelly about it and let you know, you thanked her profusely.

You had just gotten off work but stayed behind while the others went off to Molly’s because there was some paperwork stuff that needed to be taken care of with HR so by the time you were out of there you were getting home late. As you were driving home you ran into some traffic which made you even more late and that made you nervous. You tried calling your boyfriend, Taylor Hadley, but it went straight to voicemail and you left them but knew he would never listen to them but you still gave some sort of notification. You finally pulled into your apartment complex and walked into the building and took the elevator to your floor. When it dinged and you got out and started to walk towards your apartment everything was silent and that scared you. You took your key out and unlocked the door and was immediately met with the smell of alcohol and there was Taylor leaning against the wall arms crossed with a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand. “Where the fuck were you?” He asked in a demanding tone.

“I was down at the firehouse filling out some paperwork. I told you I was doing that this morning.” You said

“No, the fuck you didn’t.” He growled out and then threw the bottle at your head which had you ducking but the glass shattered and nicked you and the rest of the contents went everywhere and on to you.

“You’ve been drinking. I did tell you this morning.” You said not daring to move.

“No, the reason you’re so late is because you’re cheating on me!” He said, stalking closer to you.

“No no I wasn't, I swear. I was at the firehouse. You can call down there and ask them.” You said as he was face to face with you. He didn’t say anything but instead slapped you hard across the face, he was strong so it sent you crashing into the side table. Tears sprang to your eyes as you braced yourself on the table.

“You fucking bitch! Always fucking lying to me!” He growled out and grabbed you by your hair. You grabbed his hands and then threw you into the floor. Tears fell down your face.

“I’m not lying. I swear. I would never cheat on you like you do to me.” You said and that was a mistake and you knew it was a mistake and you wished you could take it back. His foot came in contact with your ribs and you could feel a couple of them break. You tried to protect yourself but that just made it worse. He was grabbing you by the hair again and bringing you to your feet. You were out of breath and you couldn’t catch it. He made a fist and punched you and blood instantly started to pour out of your nose, which meant that he broke it. He grabbed your throat and your airway was instantly cut off and he just continued to squeeze until you were almost blacking out. He backed you up in a glass cabinet and it shattered on contact and you could feel glass digging into you. He laid a few more punches into you and then he was throwing you down on the ground one more time and the air rushed back to you but it didn’t last long because he was kicking you in the stomach.

“Stupid bitch!” He yelled out and then he was storming out of the apartment leaving you there bleeding and crying. You pulled yourself up and steadied yourself on the wall until you got to your purse and then you were falling down on the ground with your purse. You pulled out your phone and dialed 911 as you were starting to fade in and out of unconsciousness.

“911 what is your emergency?” The dispatcher asked.

“My boyfriend just attacked me.” You slurred

“Is he there now?” They asked again.

“No, he he stormed out. He’s been drinking. He slammed me into glass, punched me several times, kicked me in the ribs and stomach. I’m bleeding a lot. I need help.” You said and you told your name, address, and the name of your boyfriend and then you were passing out.

*******************

“What do you think about adding a roommate?” Shay asked Kelly as they were sitting down on the couch.

“Why would we need a roommate?” He asked

“Well, rent is going up and having another person would help with that and help. Also, groceries are going up and having a third person splitting it would help too.” She said

“We don’t need a roommate; we have everything under control.” He said he liked his space but having a third person might help out. She didn’t get a reply because her phone was ringing and she was quick to pull out and she frowned and Kelly took notice of this. “Everything ok?” He asked.

“Med is calling me.” She said and she was quick to answer it.

“Shay, it’s Maggie. A Y/N Y/L/N was just brought in and you were listed as her ICE number in her phone.” Maggie Lockwood said

“Is she alright?” Shay asked, already getting up and rushing to grab everything she needed.

“No. She came in unconscious and that is all I can tell you until you get here.” Maggie said

“I’ll be down there as quick as I can be.” She said

“We’ll see when you get down here.” Maggie said and then they were hanging up.

“Everything ok?” Kelly asked

“No, Y/N is at Med.” She said, slipping her coat on and grabbing her keys.

“Y/N, the new paramedic that just started working there a week ago?” Kelly asked

“Yes, I got to go.” Shay said and was rushing off leaving Kelly there at the apartment alone.

Shay got to the hospital in record time and was parking and rushing in. She ran up to the receptionist desk and was about to start asking where you were but the voice of Will Halstead quickly called out her name “Shay.” He said and she looked up and he was waving her over.

“Will what the fuck happened?” She asked and he was guiding her to your room. He didn’t say anything as he stopped outside of your room and she looked through the window and saw you and her heart broke she turned to Will.

“She was brought in with multiple lacerations, a broken nose, several broken ribs, internal bleeding which we had to go in and fix which we just got down with, and she also had strangulation marks around her neck. It was bad. We almost lost her once on the table. I had to get Jay involved.” Will said and Shay was speechless. It was so bad that he had to get his brother, Jay Halstead, involved.

“Do they have anything?” She asked

“No, they are waiting for her to wake up to get more information.” He said and Shay nodded. “If anything happens or if she wakes up. Let a nurse know and I will be down here.” He said and she nodded and then he was patting her on the shoulder and leaving. She walked into your room and pulled up a chair and sat down.

“What the hell happened?” She asked, sighing not expecting an answer. She took your appearance in.

*********

The next time you were coming to you were in a hospital with blinding lights shining down in your eyes. You squinted and tried to move but everything hurt and tears sprang to your eyes. “Hey don’t move. You had some pretty serious surgery.” A familiar voice said and you opened your eyes to find Shay there sitting next to your bed.

“Shay?” You asked in a hoarse voice.

“Hey, it’s ok.” She said getting up and leaning over you, blocking the light and pressing the call button. The nurse came on and she told them that you were awake.

“What happened?” You asked and she smiled sadly at you.

“I was going to ask you the same things. What do you remember?” She asked

“I remember coming home late from the station working on some HR stuff. I was late. He was drinking and started yelling and I was defending myself and he didn’t like that and then he was getting violent.” You said straining to remember. Just then Will was coming in along with Jay and Hailey Upton and Dr. Daniel Charles, you didn’t know him.

“Hey, Y/N. How are you feeling?” Will asked

“Sore.” You said and he smiled.

“You had a pretty big surgery.” He said “Jay and Hailey have some questions for you. Dr. Charles is here in support as well.” He added.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Charles and I’m the physicists here.” He said

“You don’t have to tell us anything. You also don’t have to have anybody in her while he questions you.” Jay said and you nodded.

“I’m ok with everyone in the room.” You said and everyone smiled.

“Remember you don’t have to answer these. You also have every right to stop the questioning if you get overwhelmed.” Hailey said and you nodded.

“Do you remember what happened?” Jay asked and you nodded.

“Yes, I do.” You said

“As best as you can tell us what happened.” Hailey said and you looked at Shay and she smiled and nodded at you giving you an encouraging nod.

“I was down at the fire station working on some paperwork for HR by the time I left it was late. As I was driving home, I got caught in traffic. I tried to call Taylor on my phone through Bluetooth when I was stopped at a red light. He didn’t answer so I left a message.” You said and took a deep breath and started getting tensed and the heart monitor started to rise and Dr. Charles took notice of this.

“Do you want to take a break?” Dr. Charles asked and you shook your head.

“No. I’m ok. Do I have to tell you the exact word for word he said?” You asked

“No, you don’t have to but you can if you want. It would help.” Hailey said

“He asked me “Where the fuck were you?” in a demanding tone. I told him that I was down at the firehouse filling out some paperwork. I told him that morning.” You said. He said no growled “No the fuck you didn’t.” He then threw the bottle at my head which had I ducked but the glass shattered and nicked me and the alcohol went everywhere and on me.” You said

“Which would explain the smell of alcohol.” Will said and you nodded and then continued.

“I told him that he had been drinking and that I did tell him this morning.” You said. “He accused me of cheating and that was the reason I was late. He stalked closer to me. I told him no that I wasn't and that I swear. I told him I was at the firehouse. I told him that he could call down there and ask them.” You said “He didn’t say anything but instead slapped me hard across the face, it sent me crashing into the side table. I remember tears sprang to my eyes as I braced myself on the table. He yelled “You fucking bitch! Always fucking lying to me!” and grabbed me by my hair. I grabbed his hands and then he threw me into the floor. Tears fell down my face. I told him “I’m not lying. I swear. I would never cheat on you like you do to me.” I knew that was a mistake and I wished you could take it back. His foot came in contact with my ribs and I could feel a couple of them break.” You said and Will nodded confirming this. I remember trying to protect myself but that just made it worse. He was grabbing me by the hair again and bringing me to my feet. I remember being out of breath and I couldn’t catch it. He made a fist and punched me. I remember the blood instantly started to pour out of my nose. He grabbed my throat and my airway was instantly cut off and he just continued to squeeze until I was almost blacking out. He backed me up in a glass cabinet and it shattered on contact and I could feel glass digging into you. He laid a few more punches into me and then he threw me down on the ground one more time and the air rushed back to me because he let go of my throat but it didn’t last long because he was kicking me in the stomach.” You said and again Will nodded.

“Which would cause internal bleeding and cause you have to have surgery. It ruptured your kidney and it had to be removed.” Will said and Jay nodded as he wrote that down.

“Are you good to continue?” Dr. Charles asked and you nodded.

“I remember him yelling “Stupid bitch!” Then he stormed out of the apartment leaving me there bleeding and crying. I remember pulling myself up and steadying myself on the wall until I got to my purse and then I fell down on the ground with it. I remember pulling my phone and dialing 911. I told them everything while starting to fade in and out of unconsciousness.” You finished and Dr. Charles was smiling.

“That was very good. Most domestic abuse patients wouldn’t want to give up their significant other.” He said

“He’s been doing it for 4 years.” You whispered

“Do you mind if we take pictures?” Jay asked

“I don’t mind. I only want Hailey and Shay.” You said and they nodded and everyone else walked out of the room. She took the pictures quickly and then they were welcomed back in.

“We will put this man away.” Hailey said and you nodded and then they were leaving and now it was just Will, Shay, and Dr. Charles with you. Will and Dr. Charles talked to you a little more and then they were leaving.

“Do you have a place to stay?” Shay asked and you were silent and shrugged.

“I don’t know.” You said

“I will talk to Kelly.” She said and you nodded. She stayed for a few more minutes and then she was leaving bidding you a goodbye.

*********

When Shay arrived home, she was determined to move you in. When she got into the apartment Kelly was just plating food. “Hey.” He said looking up and seeing her.

“Hey.” She said

“Is Y/N ok?” He asked

“No.” She said as he handed her a plate of food.

“What happened?” He asked

“Her boyfriend beat her up pretty badly. Bad enough to land her in the hospital.” She said and Kelly was actually mad. “I know you said you didn’t want a roommate but she has nowhere else to go. We have the extra room and she can make the payments.” Shay said and Kelly sighed he didn’t want a roommate but he couldn’t let you go back to that situation

“You’re right I don’t want a roommate but I can’t leave someone homeless or going back to a bad situation. She can move in.” He said and she sighed and hugged him after she put her plate down and he was fixing his.

“Thank you so much.” She said, the next time she saw you she told you that Kelly agreed and you were so grateful. You gave them the key and they went to pick your stuff up. It wasn’t much and that actually saddened them both.

2 days before you got out of the hospital Jay and Hailey were coming in and telling you that your boyfriend, now ex, had been arrested and that he had been charged with domestic abuse and DUI. They had strong evidence against him.

When you got out and to your new apartment your stuff had been put in the extra bedroom. Shay helped you unpack and once everything was done you joined them in the living room. “Thank you for letting me move in.” You said mostly to Kelly.

“I’m so glad to have you here.” Shay said

“You’re welcome.” Kelly said not sounding too enthusiastic but you took it.

*********

3 months into living with them, Kelly had been getting to know you more and you doing just the little things and some big things helped and that made him slowly getting into having you as a roommate. He was also falling in love with you and you were falling in love with him too.

1 month

It started out with you replacing everything that was low on stock into a month of living with them. You noticed that most of Kelly’s stuff was low so you, being a good roommate, stocked up on his stuff more and just stuff in the apartment in general. You were also having weekly sessions with Dr. Charles and weren’t there to see Kelly’s face when he noticed that everything of his and Shay’s stuff and some stuff that was hard to find like his and Shay’s favorite coffee creamer.

Kelly and Shay had just got off work and it was a rough shift. You had taken a personal day off of your three-day shift and it was approved especially after what happened. You were at the hospital having an appointment with Dr. Charles. Kelly stormed in with Shay walking in behind him. The apartment smelled nice and it felt warm like a home. This shocked them both and they looked at each other then they saw the note: “Hey, guys I’m going to be gone for a few hours. Don’t wait up for me. I have some stuff I need to get off my chest.”

“I’m going to take a shower.” Kelly murmured and Shay nodded as he walked into his bathroom, he noticed that fresh towels were hung up and when he looked into the shower, he noticed that his favorite shampoo and body wash were restocked. “How? It is so hard to find this.” He asked himself as he picked up the bottle. Kelly was slowly starting to come around to having a roommate but he wasn’t yet fully convinced. When Kelly had gotten out of the shower and changed, he heard laughter in the living room. He went out to see what was going on, he saw that you and Shay were on the couch laughing. You were laughing and turned your head to find him standing there and you smiled at him.

“Hey, Kelly.” You said smiling at him.

“Hey, you have a good session with Dr. Charles?” He asked and you smiled at him and nodded as he walked in and sat on the chair beside the couch.

“I did. I was having a hard time with something about Taylor and it was stopping me from doing things” You said and he nodded and then you got to talking again but one question was on his mind when the current conversation came to an end he decided to ask the question.

“I have a question for you.” Kelly said and you turned to him and smiled and nodded as a go ahead. “I noticed that our stuff was stocked and some of the stuff is hard to find. How did you find it?” He asked and you smiled at him.

“I found them at this really small shop. They only carry the hard-to-find things. I’ve actually been looking for months around places and when I find them, I buy everything and then I found this place and boom there it was.” You explained and he nodded.

“While we are asking questions. What did you do to make it smell so good in here? We couldn’t get that musty smell out of here.” Shay asked

“I used to clean a lot and while I was off, I deep cleaned. I also got some plugins and plugged them in the high traffic places. I wasn’t going to get a candle warmer because too many fires happen with those.” You said and they both nodded. Kelly couldn’t help falling further in love with you and how good of a roommate you were being.

2 months

The three of you were at work and for once it wasn’t busy. Everyone was doing their own thing and even though the three of you were together at home you three were alone together at work. Rent was coming up and you wanting to be a good roommate actually went ahead and paid it all. “I haven’t noticed that the rent bill hasn’t come.” Kelly said.

“You know I’ve noticed that too.” Shay said and you were being quiet and they noticed this. “Have you noticed it too?” Shay asked.

“I paid it.” You said taking a sip of your hot chocolate.

“What?” They both asked and you nodded.

“Yes, I paid it. I wanted to show you how much I appreciated you guys letting me live with you so I went ahead and paid it all.” You said looking at your roommates.

“Y/N you didn’t have to do that.” Kelly said “We are roommates, we pay for the bills and food equally.” He said and Shay nodded.

“I know but I wanted to do it.” You said now feeling guilty for it. “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” You said feeling guilty. You felt so guilty that you decided to just leave feeling like they were angry at you and the look on your face broke Kelly he wasn’t trying to be mean he was just surprised. He and Shay looked at each other.

“Did I just make her upset?” He asked

“I think we both did.” She said

“I’ll go find her.” Kelly said and she nodded.

“Ok.” She said she was going to offer to go with him but she knew that he liked you and maybe this would help you both get closer to each other. So, Kelly went on the search for you, he checked everywhere and couldn’t find you until he decided to check outside and there, he found you sitting on the firetrucks bumper that had been moved out to be cleaned.

“Y/N.” Kelly said when he saw you and you looked up at him and you looked terrified and he hated that. “We didn’t mean to make it sound like we were mad at you. We were just surprised.” He said and you nodded. “Why did you do it? I’m curious.” He asked.

“I wanted to show my appreciation for you both letting me move in with you. I can afford it.” You said

“I’m not saying you can't. We appreciate it but we’re roommates and we split everything.” He said and you nodded.

“I know. It’s just how I was raised.” You said

“How so?” He asked and then you were moving so he could sit and he did.

“Believe it or not I come from a wealthy family. We get along great and the way we show appreciation. When someone finds out I have money whether it be male or female they either want to be my friend and use me for money or date me for my money and then they show their true colors.” You said and he nodded and listened and as he was talking to you, he was falling in love with you and as a roommate. You two talked until the bell was ringing.

3 months

By the third month of you living with them Kelly was 100% ok with having you as a roommate. He was also 100% ready to take it to the next level with you and he was planning to ask you out soon but that and among other things happened so much quicker. Since you moved in you cut all ties with Taylor and you thought he would be gone for good and that he was in jail but apparently had gotten out and you were shocked when you heard the news but he didn’t know where you lived, at least you didn’t think he did. You also had a restraining order against him.

It was just you and Kelly at the apartment since Shay had a date and was going to be gone for the rest of the evening until the morning. You and Kelly had been lounging on the couch when there was a knock on the door “Stay put. I got it.” He said getting up and walking to the door as you paused the show that you two were currently watching. You heard the door open “Can I help you?” Kelly asked.

“Oh, so she’s already moved in with another guy? It’s only been three months.” The familiar voice of none other than your ex-boyfriend, Taylor Hadley, sounded and you froze. You were quick to get up and go to the door but stopped far enough away but Taylor could see you.

“You need to leave.” Kelly said

“No, I came back for what is rightfully mine.” He growled out and that made Kelly’s blood boil.

“She is not yours anymore. You need to leave.” He said blocking the entrance way. Kelly was a lot bigger than Taylor and he could easily take him down with one push. Taylor seemed to move on from Kelly and focused his attention on you.

“You’re such a fucking bitch. Sleeping with every guy you come across, especially that cop that arrested me. I’m going to teach you a lesson for cheating on me.” He said and tried to come in but was met with a wall of Kelly and he was quickly pushing him out. Throughout the whole deal you were as silent as you could be quickly becoming overwhelmed with his presence.

“It’s time for you to fucking leave. You’re not welcome here.” He said and pushed him out into the hallway and shut the door quickly and locked it. He pulled out his phone and made a quick text to Jay. Kelly turned to look at you and you were wide eyed and staring straight ahead and shaking slightly. He was quick to walk over to you and take you into his arms hugging you. “Hey, it’s ok. I got you.” He said into your ear and you hugged him back. After being in his arms for a few minutes you pulled away slightly and that caused him to look at you. You both stared into each other’s eyes and suddenly you were leaning in and kissing him. At first, he was frozen shocked but very quickly got over that and kissed you with so much passion that the only time you broke apart was when you needed air. Both out of breath you stared at each other and his eyes were hungry and he was quickly kissing you again and picking you up which made you squeal into his mouth and then he started moving towards his bedroom. You both kissed each hungrily, teeth clashing with each other tongues battling for dominance. As he entered his room and shut the door to where it was only a crack.

Kelly walked to his bed and when he was there, he slowly laid you down on the bed and was overing your body with his broad one. The heat was quickly rising but you didn’t want to stop. Clothes were quickly shed until you were both nude in front of each other. He went back to kissing you and you could feel his erection on your thigh. Kelly ran his hands up and down your body and his kisses trailed to your neck where you leaned it to the side moaning. “I love you.” You moaned out and he stopped and looked at you and that made you look at him.

“Seriously?” He asked and you nodded.

“Seriously.” You said and smiled and kissed you hard.

“I love you too.” He said when he broke the kiss. He brought his cock to the entrance and once it was seated there, he slowly eased himself into you and you moaned welcoming the stretch. It was painful at first but it soon turned into pleasure. He was bigger in length and girth than any of your exs, especially Taylor.

“Fuck you’re so big. Stretching me so well. I always imagined being in bed with you and how big you were but you exceeded my expectations.” You said and he smirked into your neck.

“I’m glad I could exceed those expectations.” He said and he started to move which made you moan.

“Oh fuck!” You yelled out in pleasure.

“You’re taking me so well. Squeezing me so tight.” He moaned and in turn you squeezed him and he groaned. “Keep doing that and I won’t last long.” He growled out and that sent shivers, good shivers, up your spine. “You’re my good girl.” He moaned out and that made you wet. As he thrusted into you and made you see stars, in a good way, each time he moved inside you made you fall in love with him more and that familiar knot started to grow. Nails dug into his arms which were holding his broad body up from crushing you.

“You’re making me feel so good, Kels. Don’t stop.” You moaned and he smirked.

“I don’t plan on it. Not now. Not ever.” He said and thrusted into you.

“Please go faster.” You moaned

“Your wish is my command.” He said and picked up his pace and that just brought more pleasure to you.

“Oh fuck! I’m close, Baby. So, close!” You yelled out and he didn’t care that you were being loud he wanted to let everyone hear he was the one making you feel this good.

“Who is making you feel this good?” He asked

“You.” You moaned

“Say my name.” He growled out.

“Kelly! Kelly is making me feel good!” You screamed out and he smirked.

“Damn right. Are you going to be my good girl and come for me?” He asked

“Yes!” You moaned out loudly as he brought one hand to your clit, leaving him resting his body weight on hand which was not a problem for him, and started to rub it vigorously which sent waves of pleasure throughout you.

“Come for me, Sweetheart.” He said and as he spoke and that added pressure on your clit did you in and that knot exploded and you were coming hard and squeezed him tightly.

“Oh fuck!” You yelled out as you came and he was close behind you painting your walls white with his cum. Both of you were sweaty and out of breath as he slowly and gently pulled out of you as he pulled back the covers. He pulled them up and you shimmed under them and he laid them over your naked bodies. You cuddled into him, face in his chest and he wrapped his arms around you. “I meant when I said I loved you. I have fallen in love with you over these 3 months.” You said he searched his face as he smiled.

“I’ve fallen in love with you romantically and as a roommate over these 3 months too. To be honest I didn’t want a roommate but having you as one has been perfect. I want you to be my girlfriend and take you out on a date.” He said and you smiled.

“I would love that. Although we skipped some steps.” You said chuckling and he chuckled too.

“We did but it was worth it.” He said and you smiled and nodded.

“Definitely was.” You said and yawned.

“Get some sleep. I’ll be here in the morning.” He said and you nodded and you closed your eyes and fell to sleep. As soon as he felt you breathe even out and that is when he allowed himself to fall asleep.

The next morning Shay was rolling into the apartment early and was confused when she didn’t hear the two of you up and her eyebrows furrowed. So, she went on a mission to find out where the two of you were. Both vehicles were here and you both clearly weren’t in the kitchen, dining room, living room, and she couldn’t imagine why you both would be in her room but she checked anyway. She then checked your room and the both of you weren’t there. A smile grew on her face as she was starting to pieces as there was one last room to check. The door was cracked and she silently opened it and there the two of you were naked cuddled together sound to sleep and she was overcome with joy. She backed out moving the door back to where it was beforehand and made her hand into a fist and fist bumped the air. All along she wanted you to move and the two of you fall in love and after 3 months it happened. She made her way to the kitchen and started to make coffee.

You were slowly waking up and at first confused as to where you were and who was holding you but you quickly remembered and smiled at the memories that came flooding back from last night. You looked at the peaceful look on Kelly’s face and slowly leaned up and kissed his lips and he squinted in his sleep but he was slowly waking up. He cracked his eyes open to find you smiling at him. “Good morning.” You whispered.

“Good morning.” He replied in a gruff voice, smiling.

“Last night was wonderful. I never knew sex could feel so good.” You said and he kissed you.

“I will make you feel good every night for as long as you let me.” He said and you smiled.

“Please.” You said

“Gladly. Want some pancakes?” He asked and you nodded as your stomach growled.

“Yes.” You said and he kissed you one more time before he was getting up and pulling on his boxers and sweatpants and you admired his god-like body and then you were rolling out of bed and pulling on your underwear and grabbing Kelly’s discarded t-shirt that came down to your thighs and covered everything. Kelly watched you the entire time.

“You look good in my shirt. You should wear my clothes all the time.” He said and you smiled.

“As long as you will let me.” You said and he smiled and then you two kissed each other and headed out of the living room and into the kitchen. As you were nearing the kitchen bacon was heard sizzling and as you walked in there was Shay fixing breakfast.

“Good morning love birds. Have a good night last night?” She said smirking and you blushed and Kelly smirked.

“We sure did.” He said and you smacked his chest but you couldn’t help but agree.

“Soooo how did it happen?” She asked

“Taylor found out where I lived and tried to start something and broke his restraining order and it just went from there.” You said as she handed you a plate of food and Kelly a plate of food. You both went to sit down next to each other and then she was bringing drinks over.

“I have to say I’m really glad that she became our roommate.” Kelly said and she smiled.

“She really is the best.” Shay said

“Stop you guys.” You said and Kelly chuckled.

“She’s telling the truth.” He said as he took a bite of his food and so did you. As the three of you ate and talked about everything you could feel Kelly’s hand on your bare thigh and you looked up at him and he was fully focused in a conversation with Shay and you listened loving hearing them talk but you were just enjoying his hand on your thigh and being close to him. As Shay looked down at her phone looking at and still talking Kelly looked over to you and into your eyes, his eyes were filled with love and so were yours.

“I love you.” He mouthed and you smiled at him.

“I love you too.” You mouthed back and he smiled and you honestly meant it. You couldn’t wait to spend more time with him as your boyfriend.

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til you make it | jjk

jungkook is startled when you call him in need of a favor... to play his dream role - your boyfriend - for a day...

tags/description: jk x chubby reader / fluff / friends to lovers / fake dating trope / rating: like pg13 or 15 with swear words / slow paced / it feels like one very long date :)) / this can be read as a oneshot but it ends in a way that sets up a part 2 which i will likely write but i still haven't gotten the chance to do so please bear with me / image from koomoments, i found it on goggle and edited it further

words: ~7.7k

tw+note: this fic includes fatshaming - detailed description: someone makes a comment about jk being out of oc/yn’s league and her not being good enough to date jungkook because of her size (the person says this to jk, behind oc/yn's back). oc/yn assumes people think that too, and talks to jungkook about her experiences dating as a plus-sized woman, mainly the fact that her ex was ashamed to go out with her. and in case anyone is wondering about where this fic comes from and any sensitivities regarding this fic, this is another fic that is loosely based on an experience i had myself... well, i wish this was what i had ~.~ i channeled my hurt into something comforting for myself and hopefully others. if anyone has ever been in a similar position and was fat-shamed or made to feel like they don't deserve good things because of your size, just know that you never deserved that treatment - you deserve all the good the world has to offer. lots of love always to my fellow curvy/plus/chubby people, and anyone who takes the time to read my fics <3

“Jungkook… Jungkook are you there?”

Your muffled voice echoed through his phone, thrown on the bed behind him as he searched his room frantically for his sweatpants. Talking to you on the phone wasn’t uncommon, but he jumped the moment he saw your name and when the clock on his bedside table confirmed the time. 3 AM. Later than you’d ever called. Dressing might’ve been a silly notion, but at this hour, his fight or flight response was triggered, and he couldn’t bring himself to think, let alone talk to you half-dressed. The urgency and/or intimacy of it all… frightened him.

“Yes! I’m here!” he calls out, hopping into his sweatpants before grabbing the phone and putting you up to his ear, feeling the cool glass of his screen nudged between his neck and his shoulder as he tied the strings at his stomach. “What’s up?”

“I need… a favor.”

“Anything.” He couldn’t have answered any faster. In the back of his mind, Jungkook hoped you’d called for another late-night talk, maybe one of your delirious, exhaustion-caused conversations where you’d fall asleep to his voice as he played along with whatever you’d wanted to talk about… Those were his favorites, even doing the same to you himself. Or maybe it was to inquire about one of his ramen recipes, going so far as to hope you’d ask him to come over and make it for you… In a perfect world, maybe. Well, if it were a perfect world, it’d be a confession.

A favor only made his heart race faster. Jungkook trusted his intuition in getting dressed, already walking to his front door, ready to go to you wherever you were... He already presumed you weren't drunk in a club and in need of someone to pick you up... you didn’t sound like it. The ramen recipe, perhaps? Though you sounded too anxious for it to be so. In any case, he meant his words - he’d do anything for you…

“It’s not serious, but it will take up some of your time tomorrow.”

“I said anything,” he reiterates, partly relieved.

“I’m invited to a wedding next week - my sister's best friend - and I need to get a dress. Do you mind coming to the mall with me tomorrow…”

That’s it? Jungkook joyously helped you pick out outfits, accessories, and even nail polish colors in the past, and every time he did - whether you’d asked or when he’d subtly recommended something he liked to you - his heart would flutter whenever he’d seen you actually take his advice, so he’d definitely agree, happily even…. but there had to be more to it.

“Well, I mean, of course….” he whispered quietly into the phone, his confusion apparent.

“Yeah, there’s more to it - don’t agree just yet...” In the moment of silence that followed, Jungkook silently prayed you’d ask him to go to the wedding with you. To be your plus one. Oh, what he’d give to spend the night beside you, the both of you all dolled up… Imagining the possible starlights at the scene with love in the air, he knew it’d be a great chance at finally confessing. If he chickened out, at least he’d be able to imagine what it’d be like to be your boyfriend for a night.

“Would you…. Would it be okay if you pretended to be my boyfriend?” Jungkook felt his stomach turn at the thought of the heavens answering his prayers that quickly and immediately regretted not asking for more. He almost missed what you’d said next. “If we go shopping tomorrow…. Would it be okay for you to pretend to be my boyfriend?”

“When… when we go shopping?” Jungkook choked, knowing you could hear his confusion through the phone once again.

“Yeah… You see… Most times when I go shopping… someone always has something to say about my body, and I’m kind of sick of it. ‘You won’t find anything in our store. Please leave.’ ‘I’m surprised this fits you.’ And then, just last week, I got the ‘Honey, no dress could flatter you enough that you’d be able to pull a man.’ That got me thinking, and…. I kinda suspect you, or someone, a man, being there with me might shut them up… some weird form of using the patriarchy and people’s internalized misogyny to, weirdly enough, protect my peace.”

Jungkook felt his blood boil as you went on. You, the most beautiful person he’d ever met, were being shamed… spoken to in that way…. often? People went out of their way to make you feel bad…. for having a body?

“What the fuck…”

“Yeah… I’m a bit embarrassed, actually… Should we forget it? Pretend I never asked. If it’s too much, I could just go alone - if I experience it, I experience it. I’m used to it. I just want to… try this as an experiment.”

“Don’t ever feel embarrassed. You don’t have to be. I feel embarrassed for not… for not knowing... I’m so fucking sorry you… ever had to go through that.” He’d felt a pang in his heart as the words left his mouth. An idiot was what he thought he was. It was something he’d never spared a thought about - how people, how you, could be mistreated in everyday life for simply existing as you were….

“No, don’t be sorry, Jungkook. It is what it is.”

It is what it is? It shouldn’t be, he thought.

“Of course I’ll be there, ____. Of course, I’ll be your boyfriend.” He told you he’d do anything for you, and he meant it - he needed you to know that - and this was the very least he could do. “And hey, for the record, I’ll never let that ever happen to you again, you hear me? You just call me, okay? Anytime. I’ll do whatever I can. You’re not going through this shit again, okay? I'm your boyfriend whenever you want me to be... ”

Did you take the hint?

“Thanks, Jungkook,” you say, with an exhale and a slight giggle that gives away that you’d been choked up, the final nail in the coffin for Jungkook’s composure…

It wasn't the right time to confess, he knew that, but an ‘I love you’ still rested at the tip of his tongue. Friends loved each other... 'I love you' was always a comforting thing to hear... would it be so awkward now? You both have told each other variations of the saying in the past - from ‘love ya’s’ to random finger hearts in crowded rooms- but never the exact phrase. It held too much weight - the weight of the confession that, similarly, he’d been dying to relay…. but he reminded himself... it wasn't the right time.

“I told you… anything”

“I’ll see you tomorrow… boyfriend.”

✿

“Hi… girlfriend.”

Jungkook didn’t even try to hide the smile on his face. It’d hopefully overshadow the bags under his eyes… He’d been up for hours after your call - pressure, joy, anger, and pain overwhelming him all at once as he imagined what you might’ve gone through before, what undeserving, cruel words you’d heard from people too blind to see the sheer beauty before them. It hurt him even more that you felt embarrassed about asking him for help. You never should’ve been embarrassed about a damn thing. If anything had been embarrassing at the situation, it was the time he’d spent in front of his mirror, rehearsing vague, angry threats and snide comments he might have had to make, tapping out after a cringey “that’s my girlfriend” line.

Jungkook was never one to insult and intimidate others so purposefully, his enigmatic baby villain-like exterior always doing the work instead. It'd work whether they saw him as the lovestruck, caring sweetheart he was or the tough, protective boyfriend he could also be... but he knew the tattoos, piercings, and his physique probably aided him with the latter option, with Jungkook himself assuming it was the reason you'd asked him specifically to help out, especially over Taehyung, your mutual friend who also happened to be an actor... And busy on a late-night shoot, Tae left him helpless. He could not prepare any speech or insult to save his life, stuck between how to go about his dream role. You'd trusted him, and Jungkook decided he had no choice but to trust himself too. Whatever he emulated was up to the other person, and whatever came out of him would be the truth he’d been feeling at the moment. Whether he leaned into either side - either knowingly or unknowingly - all of it was still him, and specifically him as a boyfriend... That killed the nerves more than anything and allowed him to focus on the silver lining. He’d gotten the role he’d always wanted, and though there could have been better contexts, you looked as beautiful as ever in your flowy sundress… even as you did roll your eyes.

“Boyfriend,” you greeted him jokingly, smiling too before looking at him up and down. “What do you have going on today, Koo? I can't tell if you just came from the gym or not.”

Jungkook shakes his head in response, a proud, bunny-toothed smirk on his face. After ransacking his entire wardrobe that morning, he paired his go-to ripped jeans with a Nike muscle tee, clutching his motorcycle jacket in his hand. It wasn’t like him to wear sleeveless tops outside of the gym, still shy to show off the muscles he’d worked so hard for, as well as the tattoos he’d designed himself…. but provided he was there to intimidate others - and hopefully impress you - he had no doubts about showing them off and his mish-mash of an outfit. “This is just in case anyone even thought about saying anything to you today,” he added, flexing his muscles before spreading his arms wide open. “Come here.”

It didn’t pass Jungkook’s eye that you’d hesitated to step into his arms, but when you do, he finds himself inhaling deeply - your scent, but more so the feeling of you. With you in his arms, everything fell into place, as it always had with you.

“I’ve always got you. I have your back, you know that right?” he whispered into your neck, digging his fingertips as hard as he could into your soft, plush skin, hoping it’d emphasize his promise when he noted how your heartbeat hadn’t slowed as it always did when you hugged.

You hadn’t said a word the entire time, even as you pulled away and glanced up at him - ever so briefly. He'd have waited until you said something first, but he’d always read your face with ease, and the panic he sensed emanating from you only agonized him further. Once again, he tries to push away the scenarios you must’ve gone through.

He murmurs your name, sparking your attention. Remembering his role for the evening, Jungkook allowed himself to follow an urge he’d always resisted, brushing a stray hair away from your face, cupping your round chin in his hands. It felt too good - a taste of his forbidden imagined scenarios and the person he'd always dreamt of.

“Always, okay? I won’t allow my girlfriend to go through this,” he said, forcing himself to emphasize the title he wanted to give you in a teasing way. Again, you roll your eyes and push his hand away.

“We’re just testing a theory, Koo,” you say, starting to walk with him alongside you. “Don’t… get too into it.”

“Are you kidding? The acting classes I took years ago are finally coming in handy. This is good practice,” he said, wishing he could just tell you that he likely wouldn’t be acting at all - merely doing all the things he wished he could do on a regular basis. He kicked it off by grabbing your wrist, intertwining your fingers into his.

Jungkook had been so cool, so collected until this moment. It was only until he actually did it that Jungkook realized that hand-holding was expected, and he cursed himself for not spending more time prepping himself in front of the mirror. It was such a simple act, what he always wanted to do.... and so it drove him crazier than the hug. You’d hugged in the past, as friends do, but never held hands... not like this, at least. Taehyung had urged him to try doing so in the past, to ‘gauge your response,’ but he’d always been too much of a coward to do anything besides ask for high-fives and offer his elbow for you to hold when he walked you home. You were braver, taking his hand and tracing his tattoos whenever your talks went a little too deep or needed a distraction…. just as you did now, with your finger rubbing the skin below his thumb... Still, this felt different for the both of you.

Jungkook bit at his lips, trying to hold back….something. He himself wasn’t even sure if it was a smile or a squeal, but he soon remembered the point of his presence. The favor. A boyfriend - he, as a boyfriend - would never be able to keep his eyes off of his loved one. So, he’d allowed himself to steal glances your way, noting every single time how low you’d kept your head as you walked.

"Hey," he says, stopping.

"What?"

"Nothing," he smiles, taking in your expression and the way the sunlight beautifully shone on your face. "I just wanted to look at you."

"Okay, Bradley Cooper in A Star is Born," you chuckle, nudging him to continue your walk. "You need to watch more movies."

"And you need to know that you look really pretty today. You do know you're pretty, right?"

"Oh, shut up, Koo... I know."

Jungkook didn't know if you believed him or if you were serious or not, but he knew damn well that he was... Perhaps he was overdoing it already, but remembering how quickly his prayers had been answered just the night before, he held out hope that the universe still had his back, silently praying you’d soon realize see how good of a “fake” boyfriend he was and asked him to be your real one.

“This is the main store I wanted to visit, Koo,” you say, stopping in front of a modern gold and beige storefront on the busy high street. Suddenly, he felt an emptiness in his hand and at his side when you let go to reach out and pull open the glass door. Already half open, he forcefully tugs the brass handle as far back as he could, holding the door open for you to walk in first.

“I’m your boyfriend, remember? Let me do it,” he whispers by your ears and into the stony silence of the cool room.

Looking around, Jungkook quickly saw plenty of dresses that’d look great on you. It was overwhelming at first glance, but the one you pulled out from a nearby rack trumped them all. A blush, floor-length tulle dress, with tiny embroidered daisies scattered all over the fabric, including the translucent balloon sleeves and an off-shoulder neckline. It was almost as beautiful as you were.

“I knew they had this in stock! What do you think?” you smile, putting it up against your body. For the first time that day, Jungkook’s mind went blank - he was suddenly grateful you hadn’t asked him to accompany you to the wedding. It’d be too much to see you in it.

“Pretty,” he murmurs, holding the fabric between his index and thumb, tracing over a tiny daisy.

“Right? I’ll go try it on. Wait here, okay?” you say, moving to leave but quickly returning to place a swift kiss on his cheek.

Jungkook was so taken aback he did nothing even long after he’d seen you approach the sales assistant in the back and disappear into a dressing room.

“You can sit over here,” said the woman, who now returned and pointed at the arrangement of chairs a few steps away.

“Thanks,” he whispered, only now realizing his hand had been on his cheek, tracing the ghost of your kiss. You’d kissed his cheek. He’d been happily playing the role of the boyfriend the entire time, he hadn’t realized you hadn’t done much to play the role of ‘the girlfriend’ in return. But you did it. You kissed him. You wanted to, at least in that moment…

Jungkook tried not to linger on the thought any longer, knowing it’d feed his delusions. Pulling out his phone as he plopped onto the velvet seat, he loaded up the mobile game he’d been struggling with, and it was a few minutes later when he realized someone had been calling him.

“Sorry?” Jungkook asked, looking up to see the sales assistant leaning on the couch opposite him.

“I said ‘Hey,’” she repeats.

“Hey…” he responds, perplexed until he realizes you might've been calling him. “Is she okay in there? Does she need me?”

“Uhm, I don't think so,” she replies, seemingly just as confused as he was. “But… I was wondering… what’s her deal?”

“What do you mean?”

“Is she rich or something?”

“What?”

“I mean, what’s the catch, exactly? Why are you with her?”

“Because I love her? There's no catch.” It was freeing to say the words so openly, Jungkook thought - they’d left his lips without a thought. Still, what's it to her?

“Oh, come on,” she went on, rolling her eyes. “You know you’re out of her league. Just keep her for 'her kind' and the fetish freaks on the Internet, you know? You’re too hot to-“

In utter disbelief and refusing to hear another word, Jungkook stood up and made a beeline for the dressing room, his long strides and huffs echoing throughout the store in response.

“Hey, babe - need any help with the dress?” he asks a little too loudly, knocking on the dressing room door in the same fashion.

“....Yeah, actually. Can you get the woman that works here?” you say on the other side.

“No. Let me in.”

“Jungkook, just call her.”

“Let me in. I’m your boyfriend,” he emphasizes. “Let your boyfriend help.”

“…This dress is supposed to be a surprise, honey,” you reply.

“Babe, I already saw the dress,” he half-chuckles, almost forgetting his anger. You were clever as hell but never thought of the wittiest comebacks - it was endearing.

Jungkook rushed through the moment you pried open the wooden door, turning the metal lock behind him. Still lost in his thoughts, he mindlessly zips up your dress before stomping to the room’s bench, sitting upon it with his head in his hands.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” he lies, feeling just how furrowed his brows had been as he stared at the floor.

“You don’t seem like it. Why’d you insist on coming in here?” you say by the mirror a few footsteps away.

“.....Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit, this was uncool. I just wanted to get out of there. The… uh… scents on their diffuser were too much. My nose acted up... started sneezing.” It was hard to lie to you. He’d rushed over because he always had, for you were his safe space even now, but it surely was to prove something too. His eyes darted around the cramped dressing room, trying to look anywhere but you... he was too ashamed. “I'm so sorry, ____. This was my first thought. I didn’t even think that you were obviously getting dressed. Should I leave?”

“Koo, honey, relax. I don't know what's up, but... I don't think I want you to leave," you softly whisper.

Pink obstructed his vision, the spot on the carpet he'd been so focused on. Daisies made him snap out of his rage. And the hand on his knee interrupted the voice in his head that’d been on a tirade on the injustices of the world. But looking up at you, the world suddenly seemed so beautiful - you were in it.

“I'd never leave, then,” he says with a smile. “I’m fine.”

The reassurance was enough for you to get up from your crouched position by his legs and return to the mirror.

“We both know you can't lie, so I need you to tell me how I look in this dress. My curves stick out a little more than I’d like, and I don’t know how I feel about the whole arm situation. But I think I’ll get it. Nice, huh?”

“Nice." Repeating your description was the only thing he could do, unable to think of anything else to say. You were covered in flowers, yet here you stood, prettier than every single flower he’d seen in his entire life, let alone the ones on your dress. The dress did cling to your body at certain angles, and that’s what made it even all the more alluring. He had no idea what you’d meant by 'the whole arm situation' - the skin he’d always wanted to bite on was even more tempting through the translucent fabric… and with your shoulders out... it was a sight too good to be true. A wave of envy rushed over him, thinking of all the wedding guests that'd see you in the dress for hours while he only got a glimpse... They had no idea just how damn lucky they were, but Jungkook knew that he was as well, grateful for this very moment and trying to take a photographic memory of how you looked, twirling so alluringly in the room with him alone.

“Beautiful, actually,” he quickly adds.

"Good. If your nitpicky Virgo ass thinks it's a beautiful dress, then that means it really is pretty,” you say, satisfied.

It wasn't the dress that was so beautiful...

He opens his mouth to correct you, but nothing comes out, and you speak before he does. “Uhm, help me with the zipper again?”

Jungkook’s anger had blinded him when he’d zipped it up - the intimacy of the moment only just sinking in when he stood behind you, facing the back of your neck and shoulders. He was unzipping your dress - granted, not in the context he’d always imagined, but he couldn’t help but do it at the speed he’d always wanted to… slow and steady. What felt like an eternity later, just a few centimeters from the top of the dress, Jungkook sees lace peeking through. Abruptly letting go of the metal in his hands, Jungkook inhales, trying to shove away the image, but it must’ve been the hardest thing he’d ever tried to do. He never imagined you were the type to wear a strapless, lacy maroon bra. He didn’t even think bras came in that color. The rare times he dared to take his imagination that far, only for fleeting moments, he’d mentally dress you up in pink or black… Maroon was, somehow, sexier. This... this was too good to be true.

But Jungkook, always so detail-oriented, quickly spots a tiny piece of metal at your waist. Another zipper. Did he zip that one up as well? His fingers pull the zipper down, only for your hand to cover his, stopping him.

*“*Thank you, Koo... I got it from here,” you say with a hush.

"I'm sorry," he says in a similar fashion, stepping away.

"Don't be. But, uhm... I’ll get dressed. You don’t have to leave, but… can you... look away?”

“Of course,” Jungkook panics, turning around to face the abstract art on the wall. He tried his hardest to make sense of the colorful shapes in front of him, but all he could take in were the sounds behind him. Soft fabric, falling onto the carpeted floor. The brushing of bare feet… bare thighs. Fabrics, zippers, a clanky hanger…. He reckoned that if he tried hard enough, he might’ve been able to hear the humming of a radiator that must’ve been hidden behind these walls - he could certainly feel the heat, wiping away a bead of sweat. Another zipper. Probably the actual source of all the heat.

“Done, Koo,” he hears softly from behind him.

With a blink, Jungkook realized the shapes in front of him clearly made up a cityscape.

“Koo,” you call again, and he finally turns around to face you, hoping his face hadn’t been as flushed as yours was. You’d been changing - what excuse did he have? The giggle you let out confirms his suspicions, which he tried to cough away... until he gets an idea.

"Oh, hey, wear this," Jungkook says, handing you his leather jacket.

"W-why would I?" you ask.

Because I always wanted you to wear my clothes, I finally have an excuse to ask you to do so, and this will drive me and everyone else crazy, Jungkook thinks.

"It's cold outside," he utters.

"Jungkook, it's almost summer... why else would I be wearing a sundress?"

"It can get breezy! And hey, you want my opinion on fashion? Your outfit will look better with this on." Not exactly what he wanted to say.... "You know... sundress and leather jacket? Pretty and tough... Juxtaposition... It's a thing. It's... what couples do."

"I don't know if it'll fit, Koo," you say quietly, staring at the piece of clothing in his hands.

"Drape it over your shoulders, then," he says, doing it himself. He guessed that it would have fit you but didn't insist on it then and there - even if it hadn't, he'd always find ways to make you feel loved as his girlfriend... And you looked adorable in his jacket.

"Looks even better this way, actually..." you murmur, brushing away the hair from your face, clearly flustered. It gives Jungkook the exact rush and confidence he needs. He unlocks the door, taking your hand as he walks out of the dressing room together - more than ready to nail his dream role once again.

“It was a perfect fit - I’ll buy this for sure,” you say to the sales assistant with a smile, placing the dress on the marble counter. Jungkook could feel you try to let go of his hand, but he wouldn’t budge and only held on tighter - he’d let you struggle with your purse one-handedly if it meant he was holding your hand.

It only helped him reach for his wallet with his free hand quicker, handing the woman his black card after she’d announced the price.

“Jungkook, no,” you whispered, hand deep in your purse, the other still trapped by his grasp.

“Baby, it’s only fair that I pay,” he starts, in a low, hushed tone just loud enough to be heard as he takes in your quizzical expression with a smirk on his face. “…Since I’ll be ripping it off of you later.”

Jungkook can't help but chuckle, seeing you go catatonic beside him after letting out a comically loud gulp in response. He doesn’t need to look at the sales assistant’s face to know she’d been startled as well, almost forgetting to hand him the receipt. Putting away his card and wallet single-handedly, Jungkook quickly looks back at you when he realizes your hand has turned limp in his. He’d only ever seen you so petrified when he’d suggested you watch a horror film together, in the hopes of you curling up in his arms - but he’d always stupidly ruin the moment with a laugh seeing your frozen state and wide eyes, just like now…

“I love seeing my girl all flustered. You looked so beautiful in it, honey... Just wait til Sunday,” he laughs with a wink, wrapping an arm around you to pull your body closer to his and finally place a kiss on your head. He didn’t even know if the wedding was on a Sunday - if the lie fits… “Excuse me, do you know if there are any lingerie stores nearby? A place they’d sell something that suits the dress? I’m not done treating her - well, the both of us, really….”

“There’s a place two blocks down,” the woman says with her face flushed, and Jungkook yanks the bag into his hands the moment he is able to do so.

“Thanks,” you whisper, seemingly to both him and the woman. Reaching for your hand once again, Jungkook intertwines your fingers in his, occupying both of his hands and awkwardly following you out.

The two of you walk side by side in silence, replaying the moment until the store is out of sight and Jungkook finally realizes the gravity of what he’d said.

“____... Sorry about… what I said back there. I really didn't mean to be disrespectful... I should’ve checked in with you first before just saying that shit. It was just where my mind went to, and...Wait… Fuck.. please don’t think I had those thoughts when-”

“You didn’t?”

“Huh?”

“You didn’t have those thoughts?”

Jungkook could so easily read your face most times, but this wasn’t one of them. Did you want him to have those thoughts about you? Should he lie? Were you just playing the role of the girlfriend, even now? Should he answer as the boyfriend or just Jungkook or…

“Relax, Koo. It was just unexpected… a little jerky, if it wasn’t you or if I hadn’t asked you to pretend… I thought the maroon suits the dress, though,” you pout.

“It does!” Jungkook blurts. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, Jungkook. That was actually nice,” you reassure him with a squeeze on his arm, interrupting his train of thought.

“Nice?”

“Yeah… this is all…. this is very nice,” you hum, tugging at his leather jacket on your shoulders before wrapping your hands around his arm.

Was it really happening?

“I know you’re just faking it, but… it feels good to be treated this way. To have a boy… treat me like this… publicly.”

“Publicly? What do you mean?” he asks, ignoring the urge to deny he’d been faking anything. “You had boyfriends before, no? What about your ex? Mr. Organic Shoes?” Jungkook could never remember the guy's name, remembering how distant the two of you had been at that time.

You shake your head and roll your eyes. “No… no, he never… he never did this. He convinced me I wanted a too-private relationship - you remember, I barely told anyone anything… I barely saw you or Tae... anyone. We barely went out, not for our anniversary, not to events, dinners….. nothing. The rare times we did, he’d never even hold my hand. I went along with it, figured that was his dating style and that he was just that shy, but - surprise, surprise - he goes everywhere with his new actress girlfriend, as proven by me drunkenly Insta-stalking him the other night. I like nights in more than anyone, but it was clear he just wanted me in private. In the breakup, he actually admitted he’d be ashamed to go out with me. It was that messy.”

“What the fuck does that idiot have to be ashamed about?” Jungkook fumed, even more so when you laugh in response.

“This isn’t a fucking joke, ____….. Fuck that guy, honestly,” Jungkook spits out, surveying the area he stood in and considering if it was possible to somehow track the asshole down and beat him up then and there, but with you still latched onto him so tightly…. he wouldn’t leave for anything. “You were always way too good for him, for anyone… I wish I’d told you sooner.”

“Thanks, Koo,” you whisper, hiding your face against his arm for a fraction of a second. He didn’t have the guts to face you at that moment either, knowing he’d kiss you all over just to show you how loudly and publicly you deserved to be loved if that's what you wanted.

“Thanks for today, too. My theory seems to be correct… I wasn't fat-shamed, so ‘yay’ to being treated with basic human decency. But that means you'll likely have to join me again in the future. Congratulations, Koo - you're one-off acting gig turned into a regular role in the _____ Cinematic Universe. What favor do you want in return? What’s your price, Jeon?”

“Oh, I'm never letting you shop without me ever again. See how good my leather jacket is on you? Forget being a boyfriend, my fashion advice is like no other. No... no, this is a Marvel contract now. I'm in this for life... but we agree this isn’t a one-off cameo? Spider-Kook is the star of this universe, alongside you? Just the two of us?"

"What, do you want me to get another guy to pretend to be my boyfriend?"

Fuck no. Jungkook shakes his head.

"I’m still your boyfriend for the day, aren’t I?"

".. What did you have in mind?"

“....I wanna show you something.”

✿

Nagging usually works on Jungkook. Well, nagging was a bit of an exaggeration - he caved in quickly when it came to your requests, seemingly forgetting his sheer signature willpower. But now, even you would admit that you’d been unrelenting… you couldn’t help it. Jungkook had been very vague about ‘what he wanted to show you,' the favor you'd pay in return for his current and future fake boyfriend gigs. But he wouldn't budge, even going so far as to finally resign with a smile and tell you to ‘just shut up and let him lead.’ Jungkook had always been down to do whatever you wanted to do - a true highlight in your friendship - but now, your heart fluttered at him taking the lead…. and even more so when he took you by the hand and excitedly, physically led you to all the places he did… his hand never leaving yours.

First, he took you to a bookstore - nailing the part of the perfect boyfriend with that choice alone, then taking it further when he went on to say he’d treat you to two books - one of your own choosing, the other of his. Something straight out of a romance book, as your day had been thus far.... and Jungkook must've caught on. Of all the books in all the aisles, he had to pick out “Fake It Til You Make It” - the fake dating romance book that inspired all this, only the roles were reversed… In truth, you could’ve easily asked Taehyung to pretend to be your boyfriend and help test out your experiment instead - the two of you were friends as well, and though your relationship was strictly platonic, Tae was an actual actor… But you had to jump at the chance that there might be a teeny, tiny possibility that life imitates fiction and your crush would see you in a new light. And if he hadn’t ended up thinking that dating you might not be too bad of an option… at least you’d get a day of what you’d always longed for. It was a risk. You’d never been able to hide your emotions and already got teary-eyed a number of times, seeing Jungkook act as noble as he’d always been… even better than the perfect boyfriend you’d imagined him to be. It was getting harder and harder to muster up the courage to ask him to accompany you to the wedding as well…

The second place Jungkook led you to was a photo booth studio. He spent way too much money on many different takes and overpriced photo strips, trying different decorations, poses, and photo options. If his arm around your shoulder weren’t holding onto you so firmly, you’d have bolted when he’d insisted on taking a ‘couples version,’ as if the rest weren’t torturously coupley enough. He must have found you out, and it was getting embarrassing.

“I guess…. To back up this lie,” you’d said sheepishly, trying to remind yourself of the situation.

“Sit on my lap and sit still,” he’d instructed, helping you onto his lap and wrapping his arms tightly around you.

Looking off to the side, you couldn’t tell what Jungkook did for the first photo - probably a funny face. For the second, he turned your face to his with his fingers underneath your chin, and you heard the camera click. His features seemed softer, a twinkle present in his eyes… you’d missed the countdown once again, and suddenly Jungkook’s lips were on your cheek, your face held in his hand. He let out a loud mwah you could still feel against your skin after he backed away.

“You kissed my cheek earlier, so…” he quickly mumbled.

A stinging feeling hadn’t left your face. It was hard to say whether it was the lingering feeling of Jungkook’s lips or its effect, the smile you couldn’t stop from appearing on your face.

“Here,” Jungkook whispers, handing you one of the two duplicate photo-strips.

Oh… he was looking at me in that first photo. Why do we look so in love? Holy shit, is he a good actor. Oh hey, how did I not realize he’d also been smiling when he kissed my cheek?

“Put it on the back of your phone,” you hear.

“To back up the lie,” he says, repeating your own words when you finally look at him through your lashes, catching him slip his copy into his wallet as you did into your phone case. Before you were able to process what he’d just done and the photos staring back at you, he wrapped his around your wrist, pulling you out of the tight space.

It was still hard to tell what Jungkook had wanted to show you…. More glimpses of something you could never have, perhaps…

✿

Jungkook was running out of time. He wanted to do so much more for you. He’d imagined taking you out on so many different types of dates and crammed in as many as he could with the time he had left in the day, the possibly pivotal hours that he hoped would awaken something in you.

It was hard not to get carried away, as he always had a tendency to... He’d begun speculating that he actually was in a dream in the bookstore when he found the novel with a story eerily similar to his exact predicament. Ever the believer in fate, Jungkook took it as a sign that he was doing the right thing…. and if all that he was doing couldn’t wake you up, surely the book would... Then at the photobooth… Jungkook could have sworn you’d felt like a real couple then - you’d just been goofing around together, as you always had…. In such a cramped space filled with laughter and love, he’d finally mustered up the courage to kiss you back. He could have sworn he’d seen you smile so wide after that, and that made him happier than the kiss did. Maybe he had a shot....

The third stop was a quick run to the grocery store, which he knew would confuse you most of all. He mindlessly grabbed both of your favorite snacks and drinks in a rush before dashing out, thanking the heavens that he'd made it exactly where he wanted to be, right on time after that.

The park, before sunset.

As expected, the place was packed with couples, families, and friend groups all gathered around and enjoying golden hour. The cool sun shined through marshmallow-like clouds high in the warmly-hued sky. Laughter, music, and joy could be heard all around you - the sounds of happiness, home, and peace.

A perfect spring day.

A perfect opportunity.

Once you'd set up camp and his impromptu picnic, Jungkook leaned back and silently motioned to you to lean against his chest. You do so, cuddling right against him and making Jungkook feel so whole. He'd urged you to read the book he picked out, but you settled on the second one and suggested he give the other a go himself. Jungkook was never a reader, and he would read if you'd asked him to do so sincerely... but he put the book down five pages in. Why would he read a book, especially one that you needed, when he could bask in the beauty of his reality right there in that very moment?

Only thinking this far, Jungkook didn't know what to do after this, but he knew one thing: he’d never felt more alive nor more at peace.

"It's beautiful, Koo."

Jungkook opens his eyes, after closing them briefly as he took in the moment to see you staring up at the orange-pink sky.

"Yeah, it is. You're prettier, though," he says.

"Thanks, boyfriend," you scoff. "Thanks for showing me this... Thank you for the favor. Thank you for everything, Koo. I have to say that again.”

"The sky isn't exactly what I wanted to show you today, _____."

"Oh? Well, what is it?"

“Look at me, _____.”

Startled by his sudden command, you sit up to face him. He couldn’t say what he needed to say without seeing, knowing you believed him… Your eyes always told the truth.

“All of it... All of this... This day was what I wanted to show you. I wanted to show you… the kind of love you deserve. The kind of boyfriend you deserve. Actually, no - this isn’t even half of what you deserve. This is just the shit I could think of on the spot on a Monday afternoon. You deserve so much more, _____. I want to show that to you. I want to… I want you to know that. You don’t need to thank me for anything. The favor wasn’t even a favor. You deserve to have someone do that for you, no questions asked. I said ‘always,’ didn’t I? You deserve to go on dates, a boyfriend who loves you loudly and proudly.”

When your ears perked up, Jungkook knew you were listening. Really listening. But the tears on your face interrupted his train of thought. He needed to do something.

“Here,” he starts, clearing his throat as he stands up. “I LOVE HER, WORLD - I LOVE MY GIRLFRIEND! I AM IN LOVE WITH HER!” Jungkook’s voice echoed loud enough for every surrounding person to turn to him after his very loud declaration towards the sun.

“Jungkook!” you quietly protest, pulling him back down with a shocked smile on your face.

“I don’t know if you want exactly that….” he says, a proud, bashful smile still on his face as he reaches for your hand. “But you deserve it, regardless. Even if it’s not with me…. That’s what I wanted to show you. I wanted to show the love you deserve.”

Jungkook thanked the heavens for having his back once again. He'd imagined confessing a million different ways, but he'd never have imagined for it to go so smoothly and in such a spontaneously romantic setting. For such an important moment, he was thankful he could read you like a book once again. You took in every word, and your eyes began to water. This was it.

“Even if it’s not with you?”

Wait... what?! What did he say?! What did you say?!

"_____?”

Jungkook had been just as startled as you’d been at the calling of your name. It came from a woman who’d been sitting behind you, someone he had noticed earlier who had been clearly listening in on his confession, even smiling widely with the man beside her when he jumped up and declared his love so loudly. She… knew you?

"Rina?” you say, the shock you’d already been in still present on your face. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s our last date night before the wedding! Picnic in the park - a classic, isn't it? You would know, boo! You have a boyfriend! You're doing the same!”

You turn, mouth agape, to face Jungkook. “Oh, we’re….”

“Oh, don’t bother denying it. We all heard loverboy’s declaration - straight out of a 1980s film. I love it! I won't tell your sister if you don't want me too,” she cheers, smiling at Jungkook. “Oh wait, you aren’t even hiding it, are you? Look at your phone case!”

The photos of you in his arms, him kissing your cheek, were displayed right there through your crystal clear phone case on your lap. Behind his now bashful smile, Jungkook felt a thrill at the exposure.

“Oh, don’t be so shy now, you two,” the man speaks now. “You reminded us of ourselves.”

“____! He's just your type! What’s your name, cutie?” the woman, Rina, asks.

“Oh, it’s Jungkook.”

"Jungkook, I'm Rina. I'm friends with _____ and her sister! I assume you're coming to our wedding next week? _____ must have told you about it already. As long as you’re _____’s boyfriend, you’re welcome. Jae & I are going all out and want as many people there as possible!”

Jungkook had no idea what he must've done in his life, or a past one, for the universe to have his back like this. It’s exactly what he’d wanted… except it didn’t come from you. With all eyes on him, his dart to you, relieved and euphoric to see you smile and nod.

“I, I, I’d love to…"

“Great! I guess we’ll see you then, loverboy. Bye, my love,” Rina says, turning back to give you a hug. “I know me and your sister are the ones who taught you not to hear anything a man has to say but…. He’s a good one. Keep him. Listen to Jungkook, huh?”

Jae leads Rina away, the two of them waving goodbye and turning back until they are out of sight. But Jungkook can’t face you yet. He confessed…. didn’t he? He knew you were listening, but it still felt as though his words remained in the air, unfinished. Did you finally get it? Rina did. The whole damn park did. At least he’d gotten what he wanted. One more gig… One more gig to perfect it.

“I guess you’re my date…. loverboy.”

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a/n the follow up chapter AND This is pretty like the wind series spin offs. This can be read as standalone all you need to know is that Azriel has two adoptive kids with OC - Zofie and Axel. Future stories related to them might include stories specifically decided to Azriel hence why I am taging it as Azriel story too. Don't come at me please. ✨

warning: none? A bit of fighting, blood.

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Zofie's pov:

She had been beaming all morning. Not only had it been the best sleep of her life, but there was something so surreal about waking up in the arms of a man you had the biggest crush on. There was a moment when Zofie was sure that it was her sleepy brain playing a trick on her. That Nyx wasn't there with her. They weren't actually in the same situation. Limbs tangled. But Nyx's arms, which had quite a firm hold on her hips, felt all too real. His breathing did, too. So did his messy hair and slightly pouty lips.

How did one look so adorable in their sleep? Mother, he would be a frowning mess if she called him cute. But he was, and Zofie had to try really hard to suppress the giddy excitement that bubbled in her chest. Nuzzling back into the crook of Nyx's neck, she breathed in his scent. Feeling her body melt into it. Oh, how she missed him when he was away. How oddly lonely she felt. Truth be told, Zofie didn't have many friends. A couple of younger priestesses that Gwyn was teaching, yes, but they practically never talked. So... not friends. But Nyx had always been so keen on getting her attention. She was weary of him at first. He was the most talkative kid she had ever seen. But then Zofie only had a handful of traumatized sanctuary toddlers to compare him to. His bubbly side chipped away with the years, though. More often than not, the smile that was plastered on Nyx's face was nowhere near the smile he used to give her when they were younger.

"You're the cuddliest person I've come across in my entire life," Nyx grumbled, opening one eye to look at her. "So, if I pulled away now..." Zofie muttered, but Nyx's grip on her tightened immediately, "Don't you even think about it?" His morning voice was raspy and, oh, so delicious. "Got you," Zofie breathed out, shaking her head. He never denied her touch. She could watch him roll his eyes at Feyre kissing his cheek, but the next minute he would be right next to Zofie, his fingers subtly reaching for her as their palms brushed against one another.

"Do you think if I don't open my eyes, we can pretend that we don't have to go back?" Nyx muttered, and Zofie could sense the dread in his tone. "Your mom probably misses you a lot," she said softly. "Cause Ma always cries when Axel comes home, so I'm sure the high lady would..." "Don't." Nyx's whole body stiffened. Zofie frowned as specks of red fell onto the sheets. He was mad. Or frustrated, at least. "Did something happen?" Her voice grew weary, and Nyx's face grew ashamed. Hands pulling the girl back to his chest, "Promise it's nothing; I'm sorry, just tired," he breathed out. She didn't say anything after that. Letting the silence stretch over them both.

"My... The high lords are hosting a ball", and Nyx sounded as if this was the most dreadful thing he had to make himself think about once again. Zofie quickly cut in, "You don't want to go?". Nyx huffed, "Something like that." She never really understood if the high lords of the night court enjoyed the festivities themselves. Rhys, Nyx's dad, was a charmer, always quick to tell a joke. His grin never failed at balls and parties. But Zofie had caught him once. Head in hands. Messy hair. Wrinkled shirt. It was such a difference compared to that beaming smile she had seen on her high lord's face only moments ago. "Well, Axel and I will probably be there if our parents are going," Zofie breathed out, hoping to ease some of the tension, but Nyx simply shook his head. "I have a feeling it's the lordship shit," the heir growled before explaining even further, "Preppy parents in desperate need to marry off their children to form bonds between courts."

And here it was. This was the thing Nyx hated with a burning passion. All he wanted was to be normal. A young man still so full of life not some crystal gem for everyone to drool over. He cringed and frowned at all the titles people threw his way. And Zofie... Zofie hated every single female who felt entitled to come and touch him, pull at his hands, and rub at him like cats in heat. "Oh, Nyx," she breathed, her fingers carefully brushing through his hair. His fingers grazed her wrist tenderly. "Everyone is making such a big fuss over it too," he admitted as Zofie nodded in agreement. No wonder he was stressed. Especially if he was also to be left alone. Only with nobility to keep him company all night long.

"Bitch your way through it," Zofie muttered, and Nyx let out the most genuine chuckles she had heard in a while. But it had also died down as quickly as it started, "Will you tell me why you were by the river last night?" Zofie knew this was coming. Nyx had a hard time letting go of the topics he wanted to discuss. And he had been more than clear that he was going to get the answer out of her about this. So fighting this...

"I have a sister," Zofie breathed, her eyes falling to the crisp white sheets on the bed. Nyx shifted slightly, his hand dipping beneath the blanket to run soothingly up her thigh, "I hear a sad note in that," he muttered. And Zofie hated that. She hated that she was still upset over something she genuinely wanted. She didn't care much about having to share her parents' attention for a while. It was everything else that ticked her off. "She's perfect", Zofie let out a deep sigh, "Has wings, no flaws. She's perfectly Azriel's". Her voice died down, overpowered by the growl Nyx had let out. "Has that asshole?", "No, no, I just... it's me," Zofie shook her head, "I felt... irrelevant.".

The room fell silent. She watched as Nyx blinked a couple of times, letting her words sink in, "Don't you talk shit like that about yourself?" His voice had an edge to it. A powerful force. "But it's true; I'm Illyrian but have no wings," Zofie muttered, turning to play with her fingers instead. Admitting her fears and insecurities felt humiliating almost. "I'll always be your wings," Nyx's much bigger palm cupped hers, giving it a little squeeze. "What have I done to deserve you, huh?" Zofie chuckled slightly, hoping to mask the sting in her eyes. Nyx crooked his head to the side. Watching her for a moment, "You didn't have to do anything. I'm the one who's lucky that you were born.".

Nyx's pov:

They had laughed through the whole flight back to the city. And the closer they got, the more Nyx dreaded it. He didn't care much about the shit he was going to get from Rhys. But it's the letting go part that pressed against his chest. He knew, for a fact, that if not tonight, then by the next morning they would be ushered back into the camps up the mountain. Yes, he was happy to learn and to earn a rank, but leaving her here felt like a dreadful task. Not to mention that they weren't allowed to write letters while they were up there. Not to mention that Nyx had a whole box of letters he had written for Zofie. Ones he had written while up there. Ones that no one would ever see.

Zofie had asked him to drop her off at the edge of the forest near the house. "Better if you don't just walk in. You know my dad," she said. However, Nyx felt it the minute Zofie's legs hit the snow beneath her. He had barely let go of her when the claws of darkness pulled him back, nearly sending him to his feet. But he expected this. Escaping the spymaster under the protection of his father's wards was one thing. The moment they were on the perimeter of Velaris, well, let's say that was Azriel's hunting territory. And that male always hunted as if he were starving.

Nyx had seen Azriel pissed more than once, but the frown on his face this time was unmatched. And accompanied by the dark circles beneath his eyes. Yeah, he looked as if he was out for blood. "You forgot yours, young man," the spymaster said through gritted teeth as his shadows roped around the princeling's ankles and wrists.

"Dad, that's enough." Zofie stomped through the thick snow, trying to get in between the two of them. Nyx wished she wasn't there. He hated it when she was there to witness their snarls. "You lost all sense of fun, uncle," Nyx said mockingly. His own hands grew dark, seizing the spymaster's dark, as cold gloominess chased all of Azriel's shadows away. "You had no right to take her like that," Azliel bit back; his wings were arched in a warning, but Nyx didn't skip a beat, doing just the same.

"No one took me," Zofie growled with a huff. And it was the way Azriel had turned back to look down at her that broke the last sense of logic within Nyx. It was the way his big frame looked toward her when Azriel snared, "I wasn't speaking to you, young lady," that undid Nyx. "Why?", he asked bitterly, "Because you forgot that she existed? The new child has already taken too much of your time?". It felt as if the whole world had stopped. Even the snowflakes seemed to have seized in their fall. "Nyx..." he said, meeting Zofie's pleading eyes. Saw her shaking her head in disapproval. But he was truly seeing red. No one had a right to make her. Make his sunshine feel small.

"What did you just say?" Azriel frowned, slightly taken back, but his demeanor was still predatory. The princeling only growled back at the shadowsinger. "Nyx for fuck sake," Zofie pleaded, panic raising to her features as she moved closer to her dad in hopes of putting distance between them. But it was for nothing when Nyx muttered, "You heard me loud and clear, spymaster." Nyx managed to spare Zofie one look. One look before his vision was interrupted by black dots as his head was wiped to the side from the impact. Zofie's shriek pierced the silence, rippling over every surface.

Nyx knew that, in a way, he deserved it, so it didn't surprise him. He had been messing with the habitat of fae males. One who had just become a father. One who's instinct to protect was on such high alert. But he had to. Had to stand up for her. "Papa, please," Zofie pleaded. Nyx wiped the warm liquid trickling down the side of his lip. Oh, he was not going to go down without a fight. "Please, let's just go home. Please, I'm sorry". Her tiny hands were grasping at Azriel's hands, trying to pull him back. "Don't you apologize for him," Nyx snarled, but Zofie's firey eyes met his as she muttered, "Shut up." Only now did Nyx notice the tears streaming down her rosy cheeks. Only now did he see the quiver in her chin.

"Zof," Nyx breathed out, but the girl had simply turned her back on him. "Come on, papa, please," she pleaded once more, and this time it was enough to get Azriel's attention. His chest was still heavy as he breathed through his anger. "If I ever catch you doing anything like this," Azriel snarled, stepping forward to look at Nyx, but Zofie pushed back, putting all of her weight against her dad. "Consider yourself fucking lucky." Azriel flapped his wings a couple of times before reaching for Zofie's hand, tugging her alongside him as the shadows swallowed them both.

Your pov:

Quite frankly, you knew something was wrong from the moment you looked up to see Zofie's pale face when Novie was born. And deep down, you knew that this insecurity that was quite clearly blooming right in front of you was inevitable. You just didn't know it would take a turn like that. Zofie had always been good about voicing her discomfort, and you had always encouraged her to speak her mind, but it seemed as if your love had been lost in the shuffle of it all.

You knocked on her bedroom door gently. It's been a couple of hours since she and Azriel got back home. Your mate, mostly thanks to his lack of sleep, assumed that you both hadn't noticed your girl not being home and, and then hadn't felt them coming home. It was the stench of anger that was dripping from Azriel that was enough to let you know that a fight must have happened. And this sort of frustration as of lately was only brought on by one person.

Without getting an answer, you just let yourself in after a while. Zofie was curled up in a ball, and the blanket Azriel had knitted for her was tightly wrapped around her. That fact must have slipped her mind, considering the fight the two have been in. Sitting down on the very edge, you let your fingers gently brush through Zofie's dark waves.

"Sweetness, why don't you eat up? It's lunchtime", you said gently, nodding towards the plate of warm food you had brought up for her. She simply shook her head, turning away from your touch. A sharp ache pierced your heart. If your children were hurting, so were you. You climbed into the bed, nudging her slightly as you moved to wrap your arms around the girl. Let her be the little spoon.

Zofie laid as still as a statue for a moment before her arms snaked around yours. "Now he will never love me again," Zofie's voice was barely a whisper, but you still managed to hear her perfectly well. "Who, baby?" you asked, running your fingers up and down her arm. She stilled for a moment before looking up to catch your gaze and saying, "Papa." A breath hitched in your throat. "Lovie," you muttered.

Zofie quickly shuffled, sitting up. "First, I don't have wings; now he thinks I'm sneaking behind his back with Nyx," she blurted out in a rush, "And I'm not, I promise." She caught your arm, shaking it slightly. You cupped her face softly and said, "There is nothing wrong with you falling in love." Her face scrunched up so hard that you almost had to laugh. "I'm not in love. I'm not", she stated. "Okay, okay," you muttered, tapping her cheek playfully.

"And Azriel loves you, Zo." Your tone was much firmer now. You understood the fears. Mother, even you still had them. Wondering why? Why had Azriel chosen you, and what did he see in you? So for a teenager to have emotions like that, "He had loved you from the moment he saw you," you added.

Zofie bit her lip as if contemplating her next words for a moment, "But his yellow is fading", she admitted. Her colors. She found comfort in them, but good things usually come with baggage. Understanding the amount of emotion there was still a hard task. "That doesn't mean he stopped loving you. Maybe the color is evolving. Shifting into something different", you said softly. You made a mental note to ask her tutor to find her a book about the colors of emotions to read. Well, one that she hadn't already devoured.

"Hate," those silent words, made your mind halt. You shook your head. "Love has different forms; you'll learn that along the way," You reached up to carefully take her necklace between your fingers. "Papa is on edge right now because a lot of things are changing. He's sensitive because he's lost so much already. Losing all of us would break him without repair." It felt like a lot to unload on her, but she had to see that Azriel's love hadn't just faltered or disappeared because of Novie. Thinking like wings, no wings, scars on no, even the blood bond didn't matter to Azriel. Zofie pinched her eyebrows. "Is he home?", she breathed, "I need to...", "He's out on his broody walk, but I'm sure he'll be back soon," you said softly, reaching for the plate and handing it to her. She was desperate to make sure that she had at least some food in her stomach.

Nyx pov:

He had lost track of how long he had been flying. Nor did he know where he was going, but regardless of his endless attempts to escape it, Nyx knew that he would have to go home eventually. A part of him hoped that Rhys wouldn't have been able to sniff this one out, but then Nyx had lost track of his uncle fairly early on. So Azriel could have already been stomping his foot in his father's office.

"Purple truly suits you." As if on cue, Rhys's voice rang out. He was seated in front of a fireplace. A drink in hand. His usual black button-up shirt hugged his skin. Nyx didn't hate his father. He hated the high-lord aspect of him. Yes, he was different from most. Mother, spare anyone from a father like Beron, but... he still valued his position a bit too much at times. Nyx simply shook his head, shifting to move toward the back patio, but his father's voice stopped him, "I don't remember letting you walk away.".

Nyx let out a bitter chuckle, "Oh, so now I am to obey you too, like a servant?" It was bitter; he knew it. But Nyx just wasn't in the mood—wasn't in the mood to deal with any of this right now. "You're my son," Rhys stated firmly, his purple eyes gleaming. "Doesn't that just suit your story?" Nyx barked back, matching his father's glare. "Nyx," Rhys said in a warning tone, but the princeling was already walking. "I'll be with Mom," he breathed over his shoulder.

The wind that hit his face as he stepped outside soothed his heated cheeks. He always loved the walk towards his mother's gallery. It had always been his favorite time of the day when the two of them would go there. Gods, did he need to clear his head. Anything. Everything. All he could think of was her. Yet... two hands clasped his shoulders, making Nyx quickly spin back, putting whoever was behind him in a chokehold.

"Well, dang, you're on edge, my man," a familiar voice rasped out, and Nyx instantly let go, pushing the figure forward. "What the hell are you doing here?", he whispered. Axel simply smirked before shrugging, even if his eyes lingered on the library door for a bit too long. "I came to see how my dad painted your face," Axel chuckled, "Pretty." Nyx simply flipped his friends off and said, "Fuck off." Yet the corners of his lips did twitch slightly. Axel always had that effect on him. It was hard to not smile around him.

"She's okay," Axel muttered, making Nyx's eyes snap up at him. Yet he refused to give in to it. "I don't care," he said simply. Axel raised one eyebrow at his friend, tilting his head to the side, and, "Right, so you wouldn't care if I told you that mom got her to eat, and she's much calmer now." Nyx's shoulders eased a bit. Eased almost immediately. A calmness like no other washed over him as he nodded in agreement.

"She asked about you." Now these words struck a chord with Nyx, and his big eyes were instantly searching for Axel. "Did she?", Nyx breathed out desperately. Axel simply chuckled, slowly shaking his head, "No, but I love proving a point." Nyx let out a growl, "I'm so kicking your ass on the sparring mat." But he couldn't help but smile now. Because Axel knew him. And in a way, this was his silent way of approving. Or at least not stepping between him and Zofie.

But Axel's eyes lingered behind his friend, and Nyx's eyes instantly followed suit. Only he caught sight of white robes slipping back inside the library. Nyx instantly turned back to face Axel. "What was that?", he questioned. Axel blinked a couple of times, "What was what?". Oh, but Nyx wasn't stupid. "That look," he muttered, motioning his hand towards Axel's face, "Are you fucking a prestress?" Axel frowned at the question instantly, his eyes finally moving to gaze at his friend, "What the hell, man, wash your mouth." Nyx chuckled slightly, but he knew deep down that the moment they were going to be better on the camp walls, he was going to get his answers one by one. Now all he needed was his sun. His Sunny and for some reason risking a black eye didn't seem that big of a sacrifice.

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