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golbrocklovely · 3 years

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never needed // colby brock

A/N: so fun fact about this fic is that i came up with it last year back in november. it was around the time me and my ex best friend stopped being friends. i was really in such a rough headspace, and i think the concept shows it. i just finished writing it today and wow... i still feel this way to some extent, but not fully (thank god). also i literally cried while writing it today so there’s that. hope yall enjoy this one. i'm trying to post a bunch of fics since this coming week is my bday (the 14th). no guarantees, but i'm trying my best to put out at least six things. let me know what you think of this one. see yall later :)

prompt: colby has been ghosting you for a while, just when things were starting to get good between you two. after a week of ignoring you, he’s finally ready to talk. || fem!reader x colby brock

trigger warning: angst, cursing, heartache, crying, honestly this one is really sad so sorry about that, happy ending tho

word count: 2331

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"Are you fucking kidding me?" I groaned to myself, staring at my phone.

Colby was still ignoring me, something I had grown accustomed to this week. He had ghosted my calls and my texts. He turned his read notifications off too, so I had no clue whether or not he had even seen my messages at all.

Everything had been going great between us. We had met a couple years back and hit it off as friends right away. I always thought he was attractive, and our friendship was always really flirty; so much so that fans thought we were together. And then finally, something clicked a couple months back. I wasn't sure if it was the accidental drunken kiss we shared, or just a built up of feelings, but we finally decided that maybe we should test out an actual relationship.

We promised each other we would take it slow, both of us still heartbroken from our previous relationships and our general trust issues. But these past two months, we went into overdrive, actually taking the time to feel each other out as boyfriend and girlfriend.

And for the first time, I felt happy. Genuinely happy.

A week ago, we had even gone on a cute little date, something we had started doing regularly. We were in the middle of our conversation; I remember I laughed hard at something he said. It was loud enough that some of the patrons in the restaurant stared at us. And when he tried to shush me jokingly, a silence had fallen over us.

His face dropped suddenly, he became super serious and quiet, and then he asked if we could go home.

He told me the next day that he thought he got food poisoning and it just hit him in the restaurant. I didn't think anything of it and was fine with going home early.

But now, I wonder if he was lying.

I looked back down at my phone, reading over my messages from the past week to him.

Was I taking this too far? He could have just been busy. I don't wanna come across as clingy.

"Ugh, fuck that." I muttered out loud to myself, rolling out of my bed to get a drink.

I didn't care if I came across as clingy. I had a right to know why he was ignoring me. If it was work related, he would have told me. He had done that in the past before.

This was different, I just knew it.

Tomorrow, I planned to go over and see him. I would have done it tonight, but I knew he wasn't home. He was out with some friends at Saddle Ranch. Like a fan, I had to watch his stories on Insta, since that was the only way I knew where he was.

"Don't expect too much from him." Sam said.

I shook my head at that memory. When we got together, everyone was happy for us. But I could feel a certain tension in the room, a certain caveat that wasn't being mentioned. Later that night, Sam and I were by ourselves, and he asked me if Colby and I had really made our relationship official. I told him we hadn't gone all the way, but that we were taking it one step at a time.

"I'm happy for you guys, really. I just wonder..." His voice trailed off.

I cocked my head. "Wonder what?"

"Look, I love you both, but I don't know if Colby is really ready for a relationship. There's a lot of things he still needs to work through." He stated.

"We're not that serious." I laughed.

"Yeah, yet. If you plan to be, I just don't want you to get your heart broken because he wasn't ready." Sam admitted.

I patted his shoulder lightly, smiling. "Relax, Samuel. Everything will be fine."

"Alright. Just... don't expect too much from him, okay?" He mentioned, his eyes narrowing on mine.

That had been two months ago and... I think I should have heeded his warning.

A loud knock at my front door brought me out of my thoughts, scaring me. I grabbed a knife from my kitchen, striding over to the door. I glance through the peephole to see who was there.

Colby's face stared back.

"Y/N, it's me. Can you open the door?" He called.

I scowled at him through the peephole. "Sorry she's not home right now. Maybe you should try responding to her texts.”

“Look I'm sorry, but that's why I came over. I wanted to talk in person.” He replied.

“Damn, that’s a shame. Too bad she’s not home!” I exclaimed angrily.

“C’mon now, don’t be childish.” He remarked.

I swung the door open, holding back from yelling into my hallway. “Childish?!”

He smirked at me. “I knew that would get you to open the door.”

“You’re not funny.” I deadpanned, glaring at him.

“Can you please let me in? I seriously want to talk.” Colby responded, his eyes landing on mine.

“No, Colby. It’s one o’clock in the morning, I don’t feel like talking, and you’re drunk.” I jeered, resting my hands on my hips.

He scrunched up his face dramatically. “No, I’m not. I only had like two drinks.”

“Oh my mistake. I figured a person that randomly comes over to talk at the ass-crack of night is usually drunk,” I quipped. “Don’t you have better things to do, like be at Saddle Ranch?”

He stepped back, raising an eyebrow. “How’d you know I was at Saddle Ranch?”

I could feel my cheeks heat up. “Because… I watched your stories.”

“Nice to know you pay attention to me,” he uttered under his breath. “Please let me in.”

“No. Fuck off, Colby.” I hissed.

He rolled his eyes at my comment. “If you don’t let me in, I’m just gonna make noise out here in the hallway until you do.”

“Bet.” I huffed.

“What was your favorite movie again… ‘10 Things I Hate About You’?” He questioned, stepping back further into the hallway.

I blinked. “Yeah, so what?”

He looked up at me, giving me a devilish smile. “…You’re just too good to be true.”

My face dropped at his voice. “Colby.”

“Can’t take my eyes off of you.” He sang, pointing at me.

“Are you really-” I started.

He cut me off, running his hands down his body. “You’d be like heaven to touch.”

I hushed. “Seriously stop-”

“I wanna hold you so much.” He closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around himself.

I grunted, smacking my hand towards him. “Colby, it’s one in the morn-”

“At long last, love has arrived.” He opened his arms wide.

“Shut the fuck up!” I whisper-shouted.

“And I thank God I'm alive.” Colby praised up towards the ceiling.

I retorted. “You’re fucking embarrass-”

He spun in a circle slowly. “You're just too good to be true.”

“I knew giving you the code to my apartment was a bad idea.” I grumbled.

“Can't take my eyes off of you.” He winked, pointing at me again.

Colby took a big inhale, ready to start singing the music, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him into my apartment.

I slammed my door shut, locking it quickly. “Next time you do something like that, I’m gonna kill you.”

“That’s not very- why do you have a knife?” He motioned toward the knife sitting on my side table.

“What-? Oh, I thought you were an intruder.” I explained.

He lightly smiled, his dimples appearing. “You think an intruder would knock?”

I snapped, annoyed. “Aren’t you here to apologize?”

“Right, right,” he cleared his throat, his demeanor changing. “Y/N, I’m deeply sorry.”

“Sure.” I narrowed my eyes, walking towards my kitchen.

He followed me. “I know what I did was fucked up. I should have responded to you.”

“You completely ignored me for over a week.” I informed him, resting my back against the counter.

He nodded. “I know. I shouldn’t have done that.”

I crossed my arms uncomfortably. “…were you busy?”

“No, not really.” He divulged, dropping his head.

“So, you purposefully ignored my calls and text…” I could feel my hands shake against my arms.

“You make it sound bad-” He mumbled.

“It is that bad.” I emphasized, stopping him. “Colby, you wanna talk about being childish? That shit was childish.”

He agreed. “I know it was.”

“Obviously not since you keep joking about it.” I argued.

“I’m not trying to joke,” he protested, running his hands through his hair. “Do you wanna know the honest to God truth?”

“Of course I do.” I answered, furrowing my eyebrows.

He exhaled, glancing at me. “When we first got together, even though we were taking it slow, I was terrified to date you.”

“Terrified?” I puzzled.

He swallowed hard. “Yes. Scared shitless.”

“Why?” I questioned.

“I thought it was because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. But then… at dinner,” his voice lowered, his shoulders dropping. “I realized it was more than that.”

I shook my head, confused. “What are you ta-”

“I’m falling in love with you, Y/N.” He confessed.

His words made me step back, my breath hitching in my throat.

I choked. “What?”

“When you laughed really hard, and did that cute snort thing you do, I remember we looked at each other… and all I saw was you,” his eyes bore into mine, causing goosebumps to rise all over my skin. “No one else in that restaurant existed. And in that moment, I wanted to tell you I love you.”

I stammered out words, unable to think clearly. “S-so… you-”

“When I felt it, I knew I had to go home. Because I was just so shocked at the feeling. I haven’t felt that way for anyone in a long time.” He sighed exhaustingly, “and… I apologize that I ignored you. Every time I saw your messages, I knew I should have responded. But my body, my mind, wouldn’t let me.”

I frowned. “Because you love me?”

“Because… I’m scared to love you.” He admitted.

A heavy silence fell over the apartment. I shuddered out an exhale, not even noticing I had been holding my breath in for so long. Colby closed his eyes, twisting up his face, and turned his back to me.

“Why are you scared to love me?” I gulped, scared of his answer.

His shoulders tensed as he gripped the counter. “The last time you felt heartbroken… did it leave you feeling empty? Because that’s how I felt… for so long. It’s not even the empty feeling that bothered me. It was the fact that I knew something used to be there… and now it’s gone. I miss who I was before.”

I opened my mouth, but no words escaped.

“I have this deep, guttural feeling that you’re gonna realize I’m not worth loving, and that there is someone else out there that is, and you’re gonna leave me.” His voice trembled as he spoke, “everyone… always leaves me.”

I gasped quietly. “Colby-”

He turned back to me, his face becoming red. “I just feel like no one ever needs me, you know? Like some people only keep me around because they don’t have the heart to just tell me they don’t care anymore. Even Sam has someone else.

I consoled. “That’s not-”

“And I know it’s selfish to want everyone around me to only want me. I don’t really feel that way. I just… don’t feel like anyone really needs me as much as I need them,” his chest quaked as his breathing began to speed up. “And when you realize it too… I don’t think I can live through that fall out again. I don’t think I’m gonna survive it.”

“Wait, Col-” I murmured.

“At that dinner, I had this gut-wrenching anxiety come over me; a voice in my head that said ‘she’s gonna leave you too’ and… I’m just so sorry.” He panted, his eyes welling up.

I wrapped my arms around him tightly, pressing his body into mine as hard as I could. He buried his face into my neck, his body almost going limp against mine.

I couldn’t help my own tears spill as they landed on his shirt. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me you were feeling this way before?”

“I was ashamed. I should be stronger than this.” He fumed through his tears.

I rubbed his face lovingly. “Who said that? You are strong. Expressing your emotions is strong.”

He nodded, croaking. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course. How about tonight you stay over, and then in the morning, we’ll talk about this more? Okay?” I suggested, resting my hands on his forearms.

“Yeah.” He whimpered.

I smiled brokenly. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

I lightly grasped Colby’s hand, pulling him slowly into my bedroom. He stumbled along, his head remaining down.

I sat him down on the bed and slid off his jacket, placing it on my dresser. I cupped his face, tracing his jaw with my fingers. His eyes finally landed on mine as I tilted his head up.

I leaned down and kissed his lips, resting my forehead against his.

“I’m not gonna leave you, Colby.” I stated, gazing into his eyes.

He begged in a hushed tone. “Please don’t.”

“I won’t. I promise.” I reassured, kissing his forehead.

I walked over to the other side of my bed and laid down. Colby kicked off his shoes, taking his belt off and pulling his jeans down. After getting undressed, he slid into bed with me, laying his head down softly on my chest. Wrapping his arms around me, he buried his head into my neck again, sighing against my skin. I ran my fingers through his hair, a light hum falling from his lips. I ran my other hand up and down his spine, feeling him shiver under my touch.

“We’ll be okay, Colby.” I whispered.

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mysunnylemonade · 3 years

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insecurities | lee jeno

↳ pairing: lee jeno (nct) x fem!reader

↳ genre: slight angst, mostly fluff & suggestive but only if u squint rlly hard

↳ word count: 1482

↳ warning: reader being insecure about her looks i guess?? (love urself ppl yall beautiful <3)

song recommendation: met a girl by tarune

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Hate was a strong word, but you felt it was appropriate to say that you absolutely hated nights like the one you were having on this particular day. Standing half-naked in front of the full-body mirror situated in the corner of your shared bedroom, your eyes swept over your body once more. You despised the way your gaze lingered on the stretch marks that tainted your skin.

Wallowing in self-pity and stressing over your physical flaws wasn't exactly a standard routine for you, especially when Jeno was around. But your boyfriend wouldn't be back until late at night, having texted you he had something to do that would require him to stay at the studio longer than usual.

You turned to the side, pressing your palm over your stomach, rubbing up and down as if it would magically flatten your abdomen. Nothing happened, of course, leaving you feeling sick and fed up with the thoughts you were having.

You wiped the tears accumulating in your eyes, not allowing it to trickle down your cheeks. You could see your boyfriend's face in your mind and briefly wondered whether you were truly good enough for him. You didn't blame your insecurities on him, never. Your boyfriend was nothing but loving, and he showered you with gifts just as much as he showered you with loving words, but there were times when it was remarkably hard to believe his kind words.

You wished you could miraculously switch off your mind and climb out of this self-loathing pit you had willingly put yourself into. It was your fault, you would admit that. If you hadn't decided to strip into your underwear and scrutinise yourself in the mirror then maybe you would've been in the dining room enjoying the dinner you had made by now.

As you were stepping closer to the mirror to get a better lock at your face, you heard the turning of a key in a lock before the front door was pushed open. The realisation that Jeno had come home much earlier than you expected kept you paralysed on the spot. It wasn't until you heard the front door shutting that you were finally able to move, hastily wiping the tears from your reddened eyes and shrugging on the robe you had carelessly tossed onto the bed.

You heard him call for your name but you didn't respond, scurrying into the bathroom to wash your face in hopes of being able to get rid of any evidence that you had been crying. Jeno couldn't know. You weren't going to drag him into your mess.

You cursed to yourself as you studied your reflection in the bathroom mirror. Your cheeks and nose were flushed, and your eyes were unmistakably bloodshot. There was no way Jeno wouldn't notice.

"Baby, you in here?" Jeno called out from the entrance of the bedroom. You heard shuffling as he took off his jacket. When he spoke again, his voice was dangerously close to the bathroom, and you immediately faked a smile. "Hey, why haven't you eaten dinner yet? Were you waiting for me?"

Turning your head, you were met with your boyfriend's figure standing in the bathroom doorway. It tugged your heart to see him look so beautiful, even after a whole day of working. You just couldn't understand why he had chosen you. Why hadn't he picked someone with less baggage and imperfections?

You watched as his small smile transformed into a frown. Without any hesitation, he stepped forward to grab your hand. "Hey, have you been crying? What's wrong?"

You forced a quiet chuckle. "I was watching this new romance movie that just released." You watched his face closely, swallowing when you saw that his worried expression hadn't dissipated at all. "Have you eaten dinner yet? Go shower and come eat dinner with me."

You squeezed his hand assuringly once more before walking past him to give him some privacy in the bathroom. "Were you really just watching a movie? You look like you've been crying for hours."

You plopped onto the bed with a huff and looked up to see Jeno had walked out of the bathroom and was slowly approaching your sitting form. "Babe, we've been dating long enough for you to know I'm sensitive when it comes to tragic endings."

He stood in front of you, cupping your cheeks in his hand to tilt your head up. "Yeah, and I also know my girlfriend enough to know whenever she's lying."

You managed to smile and shake your head as he pressed his thumbs to caress the irritated skin underneath your puffy eyes. "Jeno, I'm okay."

Leaning down, he pressed his forehead against yours, causing your noses to brush. The both of you stayed like that for a few more seconds, and you welcomed the distraction. You wanted to forget the cause of your previous breakdown and Jeno's presence was helping tremendously.

Feeling the gentle brush of his lips against yours, you gasped, hands flying to grasp his arms. "Jeno," you breathed, pulling away slightly to look into his eyes. They were dark, wild, so lovely.

"Tell me," he muttered softly.

Unable to look into his eyes as you confessed, you looked down at your lap. "I'm sorry," you began. "It's just so stupid. You're the best boyfriend there is, you treat me so well, and you're just so beautiful, Jeno, and I don't know how to... compete with that."

Once again, he forced your head up so he could look into his eyes. "Baby, we're not competing for anything. What are you trying to say?"

"I just can't understand why you're still with me. I'm so flawed, and you can settle for someone who's so much more good looking, someone who can give you so much more than I can."

Jeno's face remained expressionless as he gazed down at you, but you could tell the gears in his head were all turning. His silence worried you so you shifted in your seat awkwardly.

He seemed to notice your slight movement and finally snapped out of his train of thoughts. "Wait, you're not messing with me, right?"

Groaning, you tried to stand up, but he held your waist before you could walk away. "Okay, I know it's stupid. Can we just forget about it? Please?"

His eyes widened and he pulled you closer to him until there was no space left in between the two of you. "No, no, this is far from stupid. If you feel this way, it means I haven't done a good job at being your boyfriend. I'm supposed to be making you feel loved, but—"

"No! You've been a perfect boyfriend, you're perfect. It's not your fault, seriously, it's mine."

"If this is about the way you look, then I'll have to disagree and say that it's not your fault. Everything you consider imperfections or flaws, they're a part of you, and I fell in love with that a long time ago, and I'm not falling out of love anytime soon."

"I'm sorry for being so insecure. I just... I feel like you deserve better."

His lips broke out into a soft yet wistful smile. "You're not in any position to tell me what I deserve and don't baby," he mumbled lightheartedly. "Being with you was a choice that I made, loving you is something that I choose to do until now. All these choices that I made are all choices that I made deliberately, not because I'm forced to."

Unable to say anything else, your tears began to blur your visions once again, but this time it was because you were thankful. You felt so blessed that out of all of the people in the world, you ended up with Lee Jeno—a boy whose smile shone as bright as the sun and whose heart was beautiful and kind. "I love you so much," you managed to splutter out.

Sensing the oncoming tears, Jeno bent his knees a little so that he was eye-level with you. "Hey, don't cry, I love you too," he spoke, his smile now reaching his eyes, turning them into the little crescent moon that you adored so much. "You make me happy, and that's more than enough for me. Is that enough for you?"

You nodded. "All I ever want is for you to be happy, Jeno."

He visibly relaxed at this, and gone was the solemn atmosphere that once lingered in the air. "That's settled then. You're not getting rid of me that easily because you want me happy and I'm the happiest when I'm with you. So, will you lie down on the bed for me now?"

Tilting your head, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. "Why?"

"I still need to show you how beautiful you are to me and I don't think words are gonna cut it."

"Lee Jeno!"

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 3 years

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I Need You

A/N: This was found on Pinterest, so if you're the owner, let me know so I can give you the credits.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader

Word count: 2 K

Requested by anons: 1- I'm like super in love with a certain Daryl Dixon and I was wondering if you could write about them getting into a big argument and they like avoid eachother for a while (super angsty if you care lol) and then Carol and Rick just kinda make yall talk and it ends fluffy? 2 - Can i request a daryl x reader where the reader’s been with the group since atlanta, maybe set during when they’re at the prison?? daryl realizes he has a crush on the reader and just p a n i c s ? and just really sweet fluff????

Summary: After you almost get bit, Daryl loses his mind and lashes out on you. Tired of the constant arguments, the group finds a way to out you two together to try and fix things up.

{The Walking Dead Masterlist}

“Yer almost got bit!” Daryl shouts, voice echoing through the prison. “Yer too damn stubborn, yer not goin’ on runs anymore.” He has his back at you as you follow him, struggling to keep his pace.

“I had everything under control.” You complain, ignoring Carol's questioning stare.

You, Daryl, and Maggie went on a run earlier today. Not too far, just to get some more formula for Judith. A walker fell from the roof, and it happened to be on a specific place Daryl told you not to go. The thing's teeth got a little too close to your arm, and Daryl shot an arrow through its head.

“Ya sure did!” He stops, turning around and pointing a finger at you. “If I weren't near ya, I'd be carryin’ ya back here with a freakin’ bite.” His voice gets louder, and you never saw Daryl so... Angry. So pissed. He's scaring you. “Or would ya have me cut her damn arm off? How does that sound?”

“Stop yelling at me!” You burst out, giving his chest a push.

“I'll stop yellin’ when ya understand how stupid and dangerous that was!” He steps forward, towering over you and you never felt so small.

“We needed those antibiotics!”

“Well, I freakin’ need ya. I need ya alive! Alive and well and breathin’.” Daryl shouts, right at your face. But the moment the words come out, he stops, stepping back. He seems confused, taken aback by something. “Screw that, I need a break from savin’ yer ass.” And then, he leaves, walking fast.

Huffing, you turn around, going to your cell.

You take the longest shower you can, washing the sweat and all the disgusting things the dead left on your skin. But most of the time, you were already done, dressed, and dried. You just wanted to be away from everyone. But eventually, you have to walk out. And of course, Carol finds you on your way back to your cell.

“(Y/N), I–”

“Daryl is such an asshole.” You say cutting her off and dropping on bed. “Did you see that? Did you see how he yelled at me? As if he has the right to do so.” Getting back up you pace around.

“I just think–”

“You know what? He can go to hell.” Throwing both hands in the air, you complain. “He and his crossbow, and-and his super hot stare and the stupid angel wings vest. And the bike too. All it. Straight to hell!”

“Aren't you just–”

“Uhg! Damn it.” Crossing your arms, you sigh. “Did you hear him forbidding me to go on runs?” With your hands now on your hips, you stare at Carol. “As if! Who the hell does he think he is? My boyfriend? To hell with him.”

“Will you let me talk?”

“Sure, go ahead.” Shrugging your shoulders, you nod.

But she doesn't say anything, she just takes a deep breath and shakes her head lightly. “Look, why don't you calm down first, and then we talk.” Carol gestured at the bed and you sit down, sighing. “Good... Try to relax and deal with it after a good night's sleep.”

“I could sleep a thousand years and I'd still be mad at Daryl.” You mutter as she leaves, lying on your back with your eyes closed.

You don't know where all this anger comes from, but it's always there, waiting to flow out. You do care about him, maybe too much, but it doesn't mean he gets to yell and boss you around like that. “Asshole!” You shout one last time, arms crossing as you drown in anger.

“I saw it,” Daryl exclaims, pacing around the guard tower, breathing and talking fast. “I saw her dyin’. I saw that thing bitin’ her, tearin’ her flesh.”

“She's fine, Daryl. You don't have to keep thinking about it.” Rick tries to calm him down, both hands raised at the archer.

“No, ya don't understand.” It's useless though. Daryl is a mess. He got into the shower as soon as (Y/N) got out, rubbing the walker's blood out of his skin. But after that, he went straight to Rick because he needs to vent. He needs to yell and understand why he feels so damn scared.

Why he feels like a switch was turned on, lighting up something that was there all along, but only now was brought to light.

Losing anyone from his group, from his family would hurt bad.

But he just found out that losing her would be far worse.

“I her dyin’, man.” He slows down, both hands on his head. “I saw her dyin’ and–”

“You love her.”

“What the hell, Rick?” He snaps, a hand violently gesturing at his friend.

“You might not want to admit it, but it's true. You know it.” Rick nods, a hand casually resenting on his holster. “We all know it since Atlanta. She loves you too.”

Daryl grunts, turning his back at Rick. “Yer crazy. And so is she.”

“You should sit and talk like civilized people.”

“I ain't gonna talk to her. Crazy chick.” He mutters, grabbing his crossbow a bit tighter. “She ain't goin’ on runs anymore. At least not without me.”

“Daryl–”

“Gotta go.” The archer cuts him off, leaving the guard tower at a fast pace.

He didn't like the ideas Rick put in his head.

“Rick wants to make a room for Carl and Judith on the second floor,” Carol says as you climb the stairs next to her. “So we're cleaning up the cells.”

“Alright.” You don't really want to help. Not today at least. The nap you took didn't help much with the last issue, and you're considering going out tomorrow, just to clear your head a bit. “What do you need me to do?”

“We're just setting things up.”

“Mmm.” You mutter, running a hand through your hair as you follow her pace. Carol takes you to the very back of the corridor, to a pretty isolated cell. “You gonna put the kids here? This cell sucks. It's too–” You stop talking when you see Daryl inside, eyes-rolling. “Look, I won't help if he helps.” It sounds childish, but you don't care. You're far too pissed at the man to be near him.

“Look, I don't care if you guys argued.” Rick walks over you, friendly touching your arm. “You two just have to get your shkt together.” And you're suddenly pushed, almost stumbling inside the cell.

“What the hell?” You shout, but the moment you move, Rick pulls the bars close locking you inside. “Rick, drop it. I'm not joking.” Holding the bars, you shoot him and Carol an angry stare. “Open up.”

“There are blankets and dinner will be brought to you,” Carol says, arms crossed. “We did that because it's the only way to force you guys to talk.”

“Yeah. You'll have the whole night to figure out whatever has you both always at each other's throat.” Rick adds, sliding the key into his pocket. “Have a nice time.”

And like that, both jerks leave, talking something you can't hear. Sighing, you lay your forehead on the cold metal bars, not wanting to look at your company for the night.

“Yer can take the bed.” He says after a while.

“Obviously.” You're quick to snap. “It's your fault we're here in the first place.”

“How's that?”

“If you didn't come back from the run making a hell of a show about something that didn't even happen, we wouldn't be locked up in here.” Turning around, with both hands on your hips, you stare at him.

“If ya had listened to me, ya wouldn't have–”

“And why in the hell do I have to listen to you, Dixon? I know my way out there as well as you do.”

“ ‘Cause I jus’ wanna keep ya safe.” He's yelling again, stepping forward.

“Stop acting like I mean anything to you!” With a finger on his face, you move closer to him. You wish you could look intimidating, but being so small, that's very difficult.

“Maybe ya do mean somethin’ ta’ me! How could ya know that if ya never ask!”

“Well, I–” The answer is cut short when your furious brain processes what he just said. Furrowing your eyebrows together, you shrug your shoulders. “What do you mean?”

“Nothin’.”

“Daryl, what do you mean?” Raising your voice again, you follow him as he moves further into the cell. “What would you answer if I ask?”

“I ain't gonna answer.”

“Daryl–”

“I ain't gonna answer!” He shouts again, turning around to look at you.

Taking a deep breath, you sit on the edge of the bed, folding a leg under you. “Do you hate me?”

“What?”

“Do you hate me, Daryl?” Your voice is lower now because you do want to know.

He remains silent for a while, those blue eyes locked on yours. “No.”

“Then why–”

“I can't lose ya.” He bursts out, eyes now looking at the floor. “At that moment back there, I... I saw it happenin’. I saw ya dyin’, and I... I can't lose ya. I can't see ya gettin’ hurt.”

His voice is so low you can barely hear it. You've never seen Daryl so... Scared. Vulnerable. “You can't protect me all the time, Daryl. Accidents happen.”

“I can. I can keep ya safe if ya listen to me.” You're about to protest when Daryl comes to sit next to you, eyes on the wall across the cell. “I know ya can survive out there. But my mind works in a thousand different ways ta’ get stuff done without anyone gettin’ hurt. I need ya ta’ trust me. Ta’ believe I can keep ya safe.”

“But I need you to believe me too. To believe I can do this.” Turning your body towards him, you friendly touches his arm. “Daryl, I... I like you... A lot. And I admire you, I trust you. You taught me so much and I need you to trust me. I promise I'll be more careful, but I need you to–”

“Don't go out there without me.” He suddenly says, voice heavy. “I trust ya. Yer brave and strong. But if ya go out there and I can't keep my eyes on ya... I'll lose my damn mind.”

“Alright.” Nodding, you sigh, smiling a little. “Just don't yell at me again, Daryl Dixon.”

“Yer almost died and I... Damn it, (Y/N), –”

“I like you too, Dixon.” Standing up to your feet, you smile, looking down at him. “You don't have to say if you don't want to, just... Let's get this over with. The world is a freaking mess and if you like me and I like you we should be together.” You can't believe you're saying this, after so long. But it feels good. You feel good, secure. “Just let me know what you want.”

“Ya.”

“Me?”

“Yeah.” He nods, blue eyes locked on yours.

“Alright.” Mirroring his head movement, you clear your throat, cheeks burning. After a few seconds of silence, you walk to the bars. “RICK! CAROL! Daryl and I are dating now, can we go?” You yell, and the low chattering downstairs goes silent.

“Would it be so bad ta' stay locked in here with me for a night?” Daryl asks, and you turn around, biting your lip to hold back a smile.

“Absolutely not.” Shrugging your shoulders, you slowly move to the bed, climbing on and lying down. “I'm actually sleepy and it's cold so it'll be nice to have someone to warm me up at night.”

“Don't push it.”

“I'm not.” Giggling, you feel as he lies down, close enough so his shoulder is touching your back. “Night, D. It was good to sort things out with you.”

“Good night, pretty girl.” He mutters and you smile, eyes closing and sleep easily overcoming you, thanks to the amazing feeling of having Daryl lying next to you.

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walkerwords · 3 years

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“To Feel Better” Daryl Dixon x GN!Reader

IMAGE CREDIT: AMC

Request from Anonymous: for your requests i saw a prompt where it was person A finding excuses to hold person B's hand such as my hands are cold will you warm them for me I think that would be cute with Daryl.

Word Count: 1859

Warning: Swearing

Song I Wrote To: “Cardigan” by Taylor Swift

Note: I love fluff requests yall! This one is set during the time our survivors are looking for shelter after the fall of the farm!

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When the farm fell, nobody knew what they were doing.

Herschel and Rick were doing their best to keep some sort of order within the group, but they could only do so much once the cold set in and the food became more scarce. Then after losing some people during the invasion of Walkers and Shane’s attempt at a coup, pieces felt as if they were being broken off.

Andrea had been someone who you trusted wholeheartedly. You had been with her and her sister, Amy, since the beginning. Andrea had protected you both, but in the end it had been Amy who befell the fate of the new world. Her death still followed you around and you knew that it had haunted her sister for a while as well. If anything, it had made Andrea harder and more resilient. Still, she kept her eyes on you and you knew that if it came down to it, you would protect her with everything you had. That remained true until you saw her go down on the farm and never saw her reemerge from the horde as Daryl pulled you on to the back of his bike and took off down the dirt path.

Now it was only a matter of time before someone else was lost. With the larger herds moving North all the time, the group had to keep moving and there wasn’t any time to rest for more than a couple of days. With Lori being pregnant, it was definitely causing more issues. You were exhausted, Shane was dead, Rick was keeping something a secret, and Carl was growing up before your eyes. It was too much, too fast.

Winter was coming and going, the weather never staying the same in the South. You had been used to that your entire life, but without constant shelter or warm meals, every time the temperature dropped even a fraction, stress levels skyrocketed within the group and it was starting to get to you. Daryl, someone you had grown closer to since the farm, had tried to keep your spirits up the best he could, but there was only so much he could do.

It was late one night when you found yourself alone on watch. Rick and Maggie had found a house that was far enough from the road with working locks and insulated enough to offer warmth. Nobody dared light a fire in case the Living decided to poke around, but it was better than sleeping in another field with one eye open.

You were rubbing a stray bullet between your fingers as you saw on a bench just in front of the house when Daryl approached, the gun that housed said bullet was in your other hand. “I got watch,” he said, taking a seat next to you.

“I’m fine,” you said, keeping your eyes on the dark wall of trees before you.

“Ya need sleep,” he argued, but you remained still.

“I said, I’m fine,” you repeated.

“Ya, that’s what ya always say,” he said. It was silent then as he sat next to you. Daryl knew when not to push you and this was definitely one of those times. If there was one person who could sit in complete silence and say more with just their body language it was you and Daryl appreciated that after hours of constant noise from the rest of the group.

It was after a while that Daryl finally realized what you kept playing with in your hand. He recognized it as a gun that was once shoved in his face when he had first arrived at the quarry with Merle. “That Walsh’s gun?” he asked, nodding his head toward the pistol. You nodded, turning over the weapon in your hand. He wasn’t sure where you had found it, but he could tell that you had cleaned it up. “You thinkin’ about him?”

“I don’t know what happened,” you finally said. “He was so strong…”

“Even the most level-headed people can get corrupted by this world,” Daryl said and you thought it was one of the most profound things he had ever said. Then again, you figured that Daryl was incredibly bright and he just didn’t let people see that side of him.

“I thought he’d be one of the last people standing,” you admitted.

“Didn’t realize you were that close,” Daryl said with a frown.

“He saved my life,” you said with a shrug, remembering back to all the times Shane had pulled a Walker off of you when you were distracted. “He always looked out for Amy, too. Look, he wasn’t a great man, I know that, but I owed him enough. I was hoping he’d make it at least a few more years.”

“I get that,” Daryl said with a sigh, running a hand through his messy hair. You had noticed that it was getting longer, especially on the sides.

“Sorry,” you said, “I know you hated him.”

“I didn’t trust him,” Daryl clarified.

“Fair enough.”

You sat back into silence then. Your ears were scanning for the familiar groans of the Dead or the subtle footprints of the Living, but so far, nothing had approached the newest nest for the group. You were definitely missing the RV on the more treacherous nights.

Daryl was quiet before he looked over at you. You could see his face out of the corner of your eye, but you tried your hardest to ignore him. You knew Daryl had been looking out for you for a while. Or rather he had been watching you and you knew he was worried, but you couldn’t bring yourself to take any extra steps towards him. No matter how much you wanted it.

“You know,” you began, breaking the silence, “I wanted to study old bones and all that.”

“So, an anthropologist?” Daryl said. You looked over at him with shock on your face and he clocked it immediately. “What, I watched the History Channel,” he defended, causing you to laugh.

“Yeah, Daryl, just like that,” you said. “I wanted to know how humanity began, but I’m only seeing what we’ve become,” you said as you stared at a Walker corpse that Maggie had downed a few hours before.

Your hand began to twitch then, a nervous habit you had developed as a teenager. It always exposed everything that you were too afraid to say. There was something about the way your body always knew what was wrong before your mind did. You figured it was something to do with the survival instincts that had kicked in the night they dropped fire on Atlanta and other major cities.

Daryl noticed your hand instantly. “You’re doing it again,” he said quietly.

“Nervous habit,” you said, clenching your fist, trying to quiet your nerves. “It used to drive my mom crazy.”

“You don’t talk about her anymore,” Daryl noticed. Turning to look at him, you furrowed your brow. “It’s just, ya used to talk about her at the quarry with Amy and Andrea a lot,” he said with a shrug.

“Guess I haven’t been in the mood to be sentimental lately,” you said.

“I get that,” he said as he continued to watch the slight tremor in your palms. “My mom died before all this,” he said and you were surprised to hear him say anything about his family. Besides Merle, Daryl never mentioned anything about his past. At least, not to you.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“I’m just glad ya know, that she didn’t have to see all this shit,” he said and you knew what he was talking about. In an odd way, anyone who had died before the outbreak lucked out. Nobody deserved to see the new horrors of the world and nobody deserved to be fighting tooth and nail just to survive. Lifting your head to the sky, you watched as a single star shot across the darkness before it disappeared again in the plethora of stars and scattered moonlight.

“Odd, isn’t it?” you asked.

“What?”

“That because the world is dark, we finally see the stars. Living in cities always hid them,” you said with a sigh.

“Yeah,” Daryl said, following your gaze.

“ ‘Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars’,” you quoted with ease.

“Tolkien, huh?” Daryl said, recognizing the words.

“Look at you,” you teased and Daryl rolled his eyes.

“I read,” Daryl defended and you raised your hands in surrender. The movement then sparked something in Daryl as he caught your hand in his and held it gently. Your hands stilled from the warmth and firm grip of the archer’s hands. You were sitting in silence as he began to rub his thumbs along the nerves and muscles in your hands.

Daryl was silent as he caressed your hand, taking his time to soothe your anxieties away. “You are gonna be okay,” he whispered, his focus on his task.

“How do you know?” you whispered back.

“Because ya ain’t one to let this world beat ya,” Daryl said simply. You took a minute for that to sink in and you knew that he was right. If anything, you were not going to give up so that the dying world took you with it. You knew that death was inevitable, but you also knew that you had come too far already to start to give up now. “Do you know the story of the man who fought off three bears and lived?” Daryl asked suddenly.

Looking over at him, you raised your brows. “What?” Daryl nodded.

“Yeah, the crazy son of a bitch jumped into a bear enclosure at a zoo to test if he could survive the worst possible thing,” he said. “Fought them all off with his hands and a tree branch. Nobody thought a person could do that and he did. Only came out of there with a broken hand.”

“Is there a moral to this story?” you asked. Daryl turned your hand over in his, tracing the lines on your palm.

“Don’t try to fight bears unless you’re high on pretty hardcore shit because he had to have been, right?” Daryl said easily and you couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out of your chest. Daryl gave you a smile then and you realized what he was doing.

“Was that story even true?” you asked.

“Nah,” Daryl said. “Does it matter, though?”

“Not at all,” you whispered, wrapping your other hand around the joined ones between you. Moving closer to him, you leaned into him, feeling his body heat. “Thanks.”

Daryl gently lifted your hand to his face and pressed a kiss to the back of it in a very rare act of tenderness. His lips lingered on your skin for just a second before relaxing further into you.

“Anytime,” he murmured as you sank into comfortable silence and watched for the enemy that was sure enough to break through your newfound bubble of peace. However, you knew that when that happened, the man by your side would be the one to jump into the fray and wrestle with a few bears of his own.

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tomboyneedshercoffee · 4 years

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Lovedust pt.7 || Peter Parker x Stark Reader

Summary: It’s the night of the party and Y/N is having seconds thoughts about going but her friend Kim convinces her to go and have fun. While things get more complicated with Peter, Y/N and Josh get closer at the party.

Word Count: MF 7.7K ( This is my longest piece I-)

Author’s note: YALL HERE WE ARE! THE BIG OOPSIE DOOPSIE OF LOVEDUST! This is probably my favorite part that I have written so far- it’s fairly long but boy did my heart HURT. I would say we have about maybe 2-3 chapters left give or take and I’m so bummed the story is almost over :(. Thank you all for being incredibly kind, your support means so much I can’t thank you guys enough. ALSO hehe there’s a lil easter egg from the first chapter and the chapter with Y/N having a nightmare. If yall pay attention to some of the wording at the end...

Warnings: Underage drinking, adult language, angst, mentions of death

part one || part two || part three || part four || part five || part six || part seven || part eight || epilogue

You wanted it to be a normal night, one that in hindsight, would’ve worked out in your favor if you were normal to begin with. You weren’t the partying type or maybe, you just convinced yourself that it wasn’t the case since you were hardly invited to them to begin with.

As if it made any sense, you felt eerily similar to Cinderella at this moment; even though she was one of the worst princesses in your opinion, you still sympathized with her story. The idea of wanting nothing more than to leave the confines of her dusty attic to dress pretty for a ball was something you could sadly relate to.

While the Avengers complex was by far well above the average means, it was Cinderella longing for just one night away from her complicated life that made you see the story in a different light.

But after years of wondering what it would be like to go to a real party (now that you were offered the chance to go) it wasn’t the way you dreamed it would be. As you stood in front of your closet, recalling the times you had put on outfits that you thought would be the perfect party attire just seemed like pieces of cloth, nothing more and nothing less.

Because you didn’t care about the stupid party. You cared about Peter.

You had put so much blame on him for everything; his feelings that he couldn’t control and his past which he apologized for multiple times. When you had the chance to fix everything, you were too scared to be vulnerable with him and admit that maybe you were falling for him.

You weren’t a coward, you wanted to convince yourself that you could still move on and have fun without thinking of him but you felt almost embarrassed that you were feeling the opposite.

“ I don’t want to go anymore. This isn’t right,” You sighed as you turned to your phone that was propped up against your dresser,” I can’t just leave him here while I go off to some party.”

You watched Kim through the facetime call as she put down her mascara to take a second to look at you,” Y/N, you have been talking about this party all week. Hell, I gave you that blue top that makes your boobs look great and you even said you couldn’t wait to wear it to the party!”

You only hummed in response as you moved aside the hangers in your closet to find the top that Kim had let you borrow.

“ We mentally prepared for this, we watched Superbad and Booksmart in one night to get the full spectrum of high school parties and we even practiced how to play beer pong!”

“ That was on our phones, I’m sure it’s different in real life,” You sighed as you took off your shirt and slipped on Kim’s blue blouse,” I just feel awful about going to a party knowing Peter is just gonna be here all night.”

“ Y/N, you deserve this party. You’ve worked your ass off for four years and I know how badly you wanted to go ever since we got uninvited to that one theatre party where Timothy Chalamete supposedly showed up to. I know you feel guilty about Peter and yeah, you kinda fucked things up, for now, but you deserve a goddamn break,” Kim practically yelled through the screen, doing her best to hype you up,” if you don’t go, you’re gonna regret it, you and I both know that. So just get dressed, do your hair all cute and shit, put on makeup or whatever you do and go have fun at this party with Josh.”

“ Fuck, Josh! I completely forgot about him, he’s supposed to pick me up in an hour!” You said as you suddenly felt a wave of nerves come over you,” what do I do about Josh? What if he tries to make a move on me tonight?”

“ Do you want him to make a move?”

“ I don’t know...not really but then again, I wouldn’t mind. Don’t hate me cause I know this sounds shitty, but maybe I need a distraction from Peter...is that awful?” You asked as you slipped off your pajama pants and rummaged through your dresser for jeans,” don’t answer that, I know that’s awful to say. Am I turning into a fuckboy?”

“ If you feel empathy than no, you’re not turning into a fuckboy,” Kim laughed as you found a pair of jeans to slip into,” look, I know how you feel about Peter and if you see yourself wanting to be with him than this thing you have with Josh won’t happen. At the same time, even if you do like Peter and you want to have fun with Josh for a night, you’re not a shitty person for wanting that. You’ve been through the wringer with Peter and to be honest, Josh is literally a goddamn angel so I don’t blame you for seeing him as an option. Either way, you’re hot, smart as fuck, and you are a fucking Stark; you don’t owe Peter or Josh anything so do what you want to do because you deserve it.”

Kim was every protagonist’s wet dream; the side character who had more to offer every time and yet, she practically thrived off of hyping you up. You knew that she had a point, she always did.

A part of you could tell which way she was leaning in terms of who you would go out with and yet, she only cared that you were making the right choice for yourself and your own happiness.

“ You really are a ride or die friend,” You said honestly as Kim smiled back,” I’m going to get ready but I’ll see you there okay?”

“ Will do girlfriend!”

Once the facetime call ended, you leaned back in your chair and stared at yourself in the mirror.

You didn’t know what your intentions would be for the night and even though Kim had said you wouldn’t be a bad person if you had fun with Josh, you knew you would still feel shitty doing so, especially when you knew that you had strong feelings for Peter.

As you fixed up your hair, all you could do was replay the conversation with Peter in the rain and how close you were to confessing everything. Looking back, you knew you were stupid for running away, if you really liked him than what was the problem of letting him know how you felt?

Because you knew once he was cured, he wouldn’t share the same feelings for you.

In every sense of the lovedust, the way Peter felt about you wasn’t natural and yet, it was the lovedust that really made you like Peter back.

You were just saving yourself from future heartbreak and given your past relationships, you had a reason to be hesitant in being that vulnerable with another guy.

And yet, you still feel like you owed Peter an explanation.

You got up from your seat and walked out of your bedroom, making a beeline towards his room. You were sure he was done with testing at this point but after knocking on his door a few times, there still wasn’t a response.

You opened the bedroom door to find his room completely empty with everything neatly tucked in place as if he was cleaning up for a guest.

The complex was big but you knew you would run into sometime before Josh showed up so you walked straight out and went to the elevators to make your way up to the labs. As you pressed the elevator button, you felt some unease sitting at the pit of your stomach.

Something felt off, whether it be your natural woman inclination or just the fact that you were nervous to confront Peter.

The elevator doors slid open and you walked in before you pressed the button to the designated floor like it was second nature.

Just breath, you’re fine, why are you freaking out?

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket and once you pulled it out, you felt your heart skip a beat when you saw Josh’s contact name pop up.

Josh: I just left my apartment! I’ll see you in 20 min!

Your stomach shifted once again as you replied back before stuffing your phone back into your front pocket.

Twenty minutes.

That was enough time to confess to Peter right?

The elevator doors opened to the lab and you walked towards the main zone with a slow pace, as if the anticipation would suddenly make you feel less nervous.

Once you rounded the corner to where your dad and Banner were usually working on Peter, you found the room to be completely empty besides for a few lab technicians who were working rather quickly.

You took a moment to give one last look into the lab before going down the hallway to peek into the other glass rooms to try and find Peter. You had a feeling that maybe you should’ve checked the gym before coming all the way up to the labs but once you found yourself in front of the last room, you spotted your dad and Banner walking out with grim faces.

“ Dad? Is everything okay?” You asked as their heads whipped around to turn to you,” have you two seen Peter anywhere?”

You studied your dad’s face carefully but he gave no inclination of what the situation was, a talent he had grown accustomed to since he was your age. You gave up on your dad and watched Banner’s face, a face you always had a talent of reading easily.

He kept his eye contact anywhere but towards your direction and the collar around his neck was wet, a sign that he was stressed out.

“ Banner, where’s Peter?” You asked again as you looked up at him before moving your eyes toward the room they had just walked out of,” is he in there?”

“ He’s-”

“Resting. He’s had a day full of tests so we put him in one of the hospital beds just to keep an eye on him,” Your dad interrupted as you watched Banner gulp,” it’s not a big deal kiddo.”

Liar.

“ Okay...well if it’s not a big deal than I’m gonna go check up on him to make sure he’s okay,” You said wearily as you tried to walk in between your dad and Banner but he took a step to block you.

“ Y/N, he’s not feeling well-”

“ Why are you lying?” You asked as you looked back at Banner,” what are you two not telling me?”

Your dad kept up the charade and sighed as if he was annoyed,” Kiddo, he’s K.O’d for the night. You know, lots of tests and meds that’ll have him relaxed for a few hours. Maybe you should check up on him tomorrow.”

You could tell he was trying so hard to keep up the lie and while your dad was a phenomenal liar, you were smart enough to see right through his act.

All you could do was nod as you played coy,” Okay, that’s fine. Oh! I wanted to let you know I’m going to that party tonight so I won’t be home until later.”

As you were studying Tony, he was doing the same right back at you. It was like a game of chess; who would break first, who had the upper hand, and who was going to make the next move without disrupting their own game.

“ Alright, just be safe than. Be back before eleven,” Tony said as he patted your shoulder and started walking with you back to the elevator, his hand almost leading you away from the door,” Remember; Beer before liquor, never been sicker.”

You couldn’t take it anymore, you needed to know what was wrong with Peter.

You stopped in your tracks as you turned around to face your dad and Banner, who was still avoiding your gaze. You knew something was up, it was painfully obvious and you weren’t going to just turn over and accept defeat.

“ Would you ever lie to me?” You asked as your dad inhaled sharply, immediately shaking his head without a second thought,” okay.”

You peeked your eyes back to the door and before you knew it, you ducked under your dad’s arm and ran over to the room where you were sure they were hiding Peter away.

“ Y/N, stop!”

You ran even faster as you practically slid against the tiled floor before throwing open the door to find Peter in the hospital bed. A huge heart monitor was connected to the side that had immediately spiked when you entered the room.

“ Y/N? What are you doing here?” Peter asked as he sat up in his bed as your eyes traveled to several IV’S that were attached to his forearm.

The first thing you focused on was how pale he looked. Whatever the hospital gown couldn’t cover showed almost a ghostly touch to his usual lush color. Since the lovedust, he had always had a blushful expression, accessorized with flushed cheeks or red tinted ears but now, there was none of that.

You could hear your dad and Banner behind you but before your dad could drag you back, you could hear Banner talking your dad out of it to ‘give the kids some time.’

You didn’t even bother saying thank you as the door shut behind you, leaving you and Peter alone in the room. You were almost scared to come closer to him, he didn’t look like himself at all.

You looked towards the heart monitor again which caused Peter’s heart rate to spike up with the thought alone.

“ Tell me what happened,” You finally said as you made your way over to sit on the edge of Peter’s bed,” it’s serious, isn’t it?”

Peter swallowed nervously but shrugged like it was nothing,” Your dad was there before anything bad happened.”

You shook your head, you weren’t going to get any information out of him like this. You turned to the side of his hospital bed and picked up a clipboard with his medical information. Peter tried grabbing it out of your hands but you stared him down, as if to say ‘ don’t try me.’

Peter backed down as your eyes scanned the sheet carefully, trying to decipher all of the medical lingoes that were vaguely familiar from watching Grey’s Anatomy.

You felt your breath hitch as you read over the same diagnosis.

“ You had an acute heartattack because of me, didn’t you?” You finally said as you carefully placed the clipboard on the desk beside you,” because of our argument... and you weren’t going to tell me.”

“ Y/N, there was no reason to worry you-”

“ You’re so stupid Peter, why wouldn’t I be worried for you? You think an acute heartattack is something as normal as a fucking cold?” You snapped as you watched his heart rate rise. You took a deep breath and ran your fingers through your hair to calm yourself down,” I’m killing you. Loving me is literally killing you Peter.”

Peter watched your gaze fall back to the IV’S while he kept his eyes on you the whole time. You looked absolutely defeated and he didn’t blame you. The way you stared at his arm made him feel like you were trying to somehow reverse the lovedust, as if you could take his pain away.

And yet, what you didn’t know was that Tony had just come in minutes before you to announce that yes, you could actually take the pain away forever.

“ What about you? Is it killing you?” Peter asked as you tore your eyes away from his IV’s and locked your gaze on him.

“ Seeing you like this? Of course it’s killing me, I’m not that cruel Parker.”

“ No,” Peter swallowed dryly,” is it killing you that you might love me?”

Your first instinct was to laugh. What kind of sick joke was coming out his mouth? You tried to force any sound, anything that was a resemblance of something from English translation but your brain mentally stuttered.

It was as if your mind and words went on pause to let your thoughts catch up to you. Were you really that easy to read or did Peter know you better than you know yourself?

“ How do I answer that?” You asked quietly as Peter was quick with a reply.

“ You answer it honestly.”

“ Oh, because you have been so honest with me?”

“ You haven’t been telling me the truth either. You’re a lot of things Y/N, but you’re not innocent.”

“ Oh yeah? What am I then? Since you clearly know so much about me,” You replied to somehow detour the conversation.

Peter gladly took the bait as he chuckled,” You’re stubborn. You’re the most stubborn girl I have ever met in my entire life and I love that about you. It makes things interesting knowing that you don’t roll over for anyone, even when you know you’re wrong.”

You only hummed, he had a point. You had learned that from Tony and you weren’t ashamed about it one bit.

“ Well, I love how foolishly selfless you are. You always put everyone else’s feelings before yours even when your health is at stake,” You said back as Peter’s smile faltered.

Oh how spot on you were.

Cause in this moment now, Peter was between a rock and a hard place. He had information that you didn’t have, information that would seemingly fix everything and yet, he didn’t want you to know.

The cure for the lovedust.

“ You’re keeping something from me, aren’t you?” You said after studying his expression for a moment as Peter released his bottom lip that he was holding in between his teeth nervously.

Yes.

“ I think you’re the one not being honest with your feelings,” Peter said as a matter of fact,” why won’t you admit it?”

You wanted to swallow your pride because damn it, you didn’t want a repeat of earlier. You didn’t want to chicken out but could you afford to be vulnerable again?

“ Peter...I don’t want to admit anything until you’re in the right state of mind,” You finally said, which was the most honest answer you could give,” after all, we both know what you’re feeling for me isn’t the same as how I feel for you...it’s a side effect of the dust.”

Peter only nodded, even though there was so much to say to you. Peter felt like he was in a slowburn novel, but damn, even at this point there had to be more to give right? If this was a story of two people who were meant to be together, then why the hell is it taking so long?

If Peter could have it his way, he would rewrite it to where they could be happily ever after in the first chapter but sadly, this was real life and there wasn’t that kind of luxury.

“You’re right, it’s not the same,” Peter said bitterly as his sympathetic smile faded,” just a side effect.”

You both understood. As things stood now, it was more of a standstill than anything. A pause, a pitstop, anything to halt whatever momentum the two of you shared. You felt absolutely broken that he admitted it, his “love” for you wouldn’t ever be the same as however, you felt about him in that moment.

Just like that, you both knew you were doomed from the start.

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket and you already knew it was Josh. You inhaled deeply as you gave Peter’s hand a squeeze before rising from his bed,” I’m gonna go but if anything happens, call me okay?”

“ Same goes for you. Be safe,” Peter said in almost a whisper as you nodded before turning to the door.

You walked out of the room and leaned against the door for a moment collecting your thoughts. You ignored the gaze of Banner and your dad and seemingly walked through the two without batting an eye.

Tony felt guilty knowing that you had caught him in a lie but he really thought he was doing his daughter a favor. Once he knew you were gone, Tony walked through the door to find Peter deep in thought.

Tony shut the door behind him and walked over, taking a seat in the chair beside Peter’s bed. No one said anything for a moment but Peter was the one to break the silence first.

“ I didn’t tell her about the cure. I don’t think she would even want to...” Peter admitted as Tony nodded.

Tony crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, his mind wandering in every direction,” Good call. Thor said our time is fleeting so we need to make sure it works.”

Peter shifted nervously in his spot,” You and Banner won’t stop finding a different cure though, right? Just in case?”

“ Yeah, just in case.”

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“ You look nervous,” Josh pointed out once the two of you pulled up into the driveway of Amber’s house,” did you want to wait a second before we walk in?”

You shook your head as you tried to swallow any nerves that were building up in your throat. You couldn’t believe you were actually about to go to a party after everything that has been going on.

“ No, I’m fine...It sounds stupid but I don’t really do parties so this is all kinda new,” You admitted as you took in another deep breath.

“ It’s not stupid at all. If it makes you feel any better, I usually get pretty antsy before preforming but now that I know you’re going to watch me, I feel less nervous,” Josh smiled warmly as you started to feel your senses ease,” parties aren’t as scary as you think. Yeah, there are always a lot of people I don’t know but seeing a familiar face is always reassuring.”

Josh had a way of calming you down that no other person could do so easily. You wondered if someone else had said the same thing to you like Kim or Peter and if it would have the same effect but maybe it was just exclusively Josh that had that sort of charm.

“ Okay, I’m ready.”

The funny thing was, you really thought you were ready until you stepped into her house. The floor vibrated along to the beat of whatever song was blasting along the speakers and the smell of alcohol and weed felt almost suffocating. You were immediately overwhelmed with the amount of people already there and of course, you hardly recognized anyone from school.

“ Here, hold on tight,” Josh intertwined his fingers with yours as he led you both through the crowd of teenagers almost too effortlessly.

He led you outside and you thanked god the stage that was set up for his band was in the backyard. You walked along the poolside, following closely behind him before you felt someone splash you with water.

“ Hey what- Kim!” You shouted excitedly as you let go of Josh’s hand to crouch down beside the pool to where Kim was swimming in just her bra and underwear,” you’re not even wearing a swimsuit? You dirty bitch.”

Kim laughed as she rested her hands against the edge of the pool,” Took you two long enough. Joshua, how are you this evening?”

“ It’s going good Kimberly, I hope you’re enjoying yourself,” Josh teased back as Kim playfully rolled her eyes,” Y/N, I’m gonna check in with the guys real quick. Are you cool to stay here for a second?”

You nodded and shooed Josh with your hand,” Go, I’ll be fine.”

Josh gave you one last nod before jogging over to where his band was setting up. His bandmates had seen you walking over hand in hand with you and were now giving Josh hard pats on his back, as if to say ‘ nice job.’

“ He’s so respectful it physically hurts. Like I know the bar is so low for men but Josh checks every box. It’s annoying,” Kim sighed as you dragged a lawn chair from the grass and put it next to the edge of the pool to continue talking to your friend,” I would kill to be in your shoes right now. Oh to have two, brown-eyed guys fawn over me!”

You couldn’t help but laugh as Kim dramatically placed her hand over her forehead and all you could do was shake your head,” Whatever, you didn’t even like Peter. You said so yourself he was a total douchebag.”

“ Was a total douchebag and look, not that it’s any competition but I’m hashtag, team Peter. I’m a sucker for a good enemies to lovers trope,” Kim sighed as you felt your chest tighten up at her proclamation.

You moved your eyes away from Kim as Josh came back over to you,” Did you want me to get you a drink?”

“ Thank goodness yes-”

“Y/N you should go with him,” Kim insisted as you turned to give her an odd look,” don’t get me wrong Joshua, I trust you but ya know, parties and alcohol and...men. Just to be extra safe.”

You wanted to drown Kim on the spot for even insinuating that Josh would do something as terrible as spiking your drink but luckily, Josh gave a sincere nod.

“ Of course, that’s not a problem. Men really are the worst,” Josh said casually as the two gave each other a little salute,” ready Y/N?”

Josh interlocked his hand with yours once again as he led you back into the house and through the kitchen as some people called out to greet him.

“ Look at you Mr. Popular,” You teased as Josh squeezed your hand before opening up the fridge.

“ This is your first time drinking right?” Josh asked as you nodded, almost embarrassed,” Hey, that’s alright. You and I are gonna stick to the light stuff tonight, these taste better anyway.”

Josh pulled out three bottles of Mike’s Hard Lemonade and popped off the bottlecaps with a bottle opener before pouring it straight into two plastic cups.

He tucked the third bottle underneath his arm as you watched him curiously. Josh caught you eyeing his actions as he handed you the cup carefully.

“ Why not just drink it straight from the bottle?” You asked as you watched Josh take a sip,” I feel like we’re hurting the environment.”

“ Looks cooler in a red solo cup,” Josh admitted bashfully as he clinked his cup with yours.

You took a small sip, expecting it to burn like how it was always described in coming of age books but surprisingly, the fizzy taste of citrus wasn’t overpowering in any way. Josh raised his eyebrows and playfully nudged your shoulder,” See! It’s good, right? If you drink enough of these, I’m sure anyone could get tipsy but the goal of this party is to actually remember it the next day.”

There was just something about Josh that made you feel so much safer than anyone else. He didn’t tease you for never having gone to a party before or having alcohol; if anything he did his best to make sure you were as comfortable as possible.

“ You’re being unreasonably cool, you know that right?”

Josh smiled as he reached for your hand instinctively for the third time that night,” Only for you baby.”

Smooth smooth Josh. Like putty in his hands, he led you back to the backyard but the whole time, you felt your heart practically melt at him calling you baby.

Was it pathetic how easily you leaned into his touch? Maybe.

But god, he really did make things harder for you. You had come into this party with your eyes on another guy and yet, Josh always managed to turn up the charm whenever necessary and you ate it up.

Josh might be the charming, golden boy but you knew you couldn’t be too naive. Everyone had flaws, maybe Josh’s was that he was too nice and too friendly, or possibly him being a complete lightweight was the only thing holding him back in life.

Lucky bastard.

Once you made it to the backyard, you found Kim with a towel around her body, sitting on one of the lawn chairs. Josh walked over and whistled at Kim to look up from her phone, to which he handed her the bottle of Mike’s and she sounded a quick thanks in response.

“ I’m gonna warm up with the guys. We’re only going to play a quick set but after, I’m all yours,” Josh promised as his cheeks started to get red at his own words but he turned back around at an attempt to hide his face.

You took a seat next to Kim as you felt your heart practically skip a beat,” He’s really something isn’t he?”

“ Mm, he’s something alright,” Kim sighed as she struggled to open up the bottle,” dumb bitch, he didn’t bring a bottle opener or something?”

“ It’s the thought that counts!” You said back as Kim popped the bottle cap using the metal part of the lawn chair.

As you listened to Josh’s band start their first song, you couldn’t help but feel guilty on how you were feeling. A part of you was holding on to the idea of you and Peter being a possibility but things were always so complicated with him.

There was more to lose in being with Peter and it was painfully obvious that Josh made things so incredibly easy. You didn’t need to walk on eggshells when you were with him and sure, things were new and always changing but Josh could eventually be a person you could lean on.

You reminded yourself that Peter “loved” you and that you did feel something for him that Josh couldn’t make you feel, but it wasn’t real love and that alone completely sobered you up from your moodiness,” Cheers Kim.”

She watched as you drank whatever was left in your cup but Kim only ooo’d, knowing it wasn’t enough to get you drunk.

You shook your head as you tried to think of anything but Peter. Tonight was your night to be free and you didn’t want to have to worry about who would be waiting for you once you got back home.

And yet, deep down, you wondered why a part of you felt like it wasn’t right to hold Josh’s hand. Maybe because you knew you liked holding Peter’s more. Even as you looked up at Josh who stole a few glances your way, you silently prayed that it was Peter up on that stage instead.

“ I can’t do this,” You said after a second of overthinking everything as you pulled your phone out of your pocket,” I need to text him.”

“ Um fuck no! No drunk texts, that shit is so embarrassing Y/N!”

“ This is less than 5% alcohol, I am definitely not drunk Kim,” You mumbled as you slapped her hand away and pulled out your phone to text Peter,” I thought you were on team Peter?”

Y/N: I need you

Y/N: *address*

Kim watched as you texted Peter but before you could send it, Kim leaped out of her seat and snatched the phone out of your hand,” I swear-! Yes, I am a new fan of team Peter, although Josh is getting major brownie points, but I have been a loyal member of team Y/N way before anyone else. I’m doing you a favor, what is texting him going to solve?”

You pouted as Kim slipped your phone into her bag, unbeknownst to the both of you that the message had accidentally sent.

“ Now get the hell up and lets dance bitch!”

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You and Kim had perfected your mental state to a tee; not drunk enough to trip over air and make complete fools of yourselves but tipsy enough to where even the slightest look at each other was enough to make you break out into a fit of laughter.

You still ‘danced like people were watching’ but you managed to still let loose enough to where the music flowed so freely between your fingertips.

“ Josh you guys were great!” You shouted as you pulled him into a surprise hug, which he happily accepted,” I think I’m officially your number one fan now.”

“ Wait in line,” Kim scoffed playfully as she grabbed her bag from the floor,” I’m gonna go get a cheese plate or something. Don’t do anything gross while I’m gone.”

You shot her a prompt ‘ why would you say that’ with your eyes before turning back to face Josh. You weren’t sure where things would go next but he took your hand and led you to the other side of the backyard to a wooden bench, claiming that he just wanted to rest a bit after singing for so long.

The bench was small enough to where your thigh was against his but you didn’t mind the contact.

“ Thanks for coming out by the way. I know these type of things are pretty overwhelming but I’ve been having fun so far. How about you?” Josh asked as you exhaled deeply.

“ I’m glad I came...thank you again for convincing me to come out here. I feel like there’s been a lot of stuff going on at home and it’s kind of nice being a normal teenager for once,” You said honestly as Josh rolled his shoulders back.

You could feel how nervous he was next to you but for the most part, he didn’t really show it from his facial expression.

“ Can I ask you something?”

You nodded, trying your best to be as cool as possible but all you could think about was how dry your mouth felt.

Oh fuck, the million-dollar question was finally here, wasn’t it? Was he going to reveal his feelings? What if he was going to make a move?

“ Is there something going on between you and Peter? The other day when I came over, it felt...intense. I didn’t want to overstep by coming over or anything,” Josh hesitated as he tested the waters.

Oh.

Well fuck, that question was just as nerve-wracking as the others. You wanted to be as honest with Josh as possible but at the same time, you didn’t want to ruin any chances you had of possibly having him around if Peter didn’t work out.

You knew that was such a shitty mindset but Josh had a way of making you feel so comfortable and you weren’t willing to let that go.

“ I thought I had something with him but it’s complicated,” You answered honestly,” you saw him, he’s...sick and I feel like the sickness is making him feel things that aren’t actually there. I don’t know, it’s so weird to explain.”

Josh bit his bottom lip nervously as he hung onto your every word,” So his feelings for you aren’t there like he thinks it is?”

God, it sounded so simple the way Josh said it when it was so much worst in reality. Of course, it would be way easier to tell Josh everything from the toxic relationship you and Peter had to how the lovedust was emotionally and physically a toll on both of you.

For obvious reason, you could never reveal that much to him.

“ Yeah, exactly that,” You sighed, sounding a bit too disappointed and Josh had caught the shift in your voice,” feelings are always so complicated.”

“ Not all the time,” Josh said quickly as he caught himself,” I mean, liking someone doesn’t have to be complicated. Sometimes it’s really easy because love shouldn’t hurt, you know?”

You only nodded because you could tell Josh had more to say. He took this opportunity to shift his body to fully face you and you scooted your back against the armrest so you could show him that you were attentive.

“ I mean, when I like someone, all I think about is how much I like being around them. Everything else kind of just falls away and it feels all warm like how the books describe it,” Josh could feel a blush creep onto his cheeks yet again but he knew there was no point in covering it up now,” it’s a cliche but I think when you have a crush on someone, everything just falls into place... And I feel that when I’m with...you.”

Your heart practically drew closer to him because what is going on, this was different. Even though Peter had generally been saying the same things to you for days on end, this was more.

There wasn’t some magic space dust that was making Josh confess his feelings, it was just pure humanistic drive to step out of one’s comfort zone that had tugged on Josh harder than ever before.

As if time had slowed down, you watched closely as Josh placed his hand onto your knee before leaning in, getting dangerously close to your lips. Josh stopped only a mere centimeter before your lips touched, as if to give you a chance to back away and yet, you stood still.

You were trying to make sense of what your heart and your gut were telling you but you thought back to Peter admitting to you that the love he felt for you was a side effect of the lovedust, nothing more and nothing less.

Peter would never like you back.

That’s what pushed you over the edge and so, you closed the gap between you and Josh as you kissed him back. You could feel Josh smiling against your lips but the pure sensation of the kiss didn’t last.

Kim had witnessed everything in slow motion. The text from Peter, indicating that he had entered and was heading to the backyard to watching Josh lean in to kiss you. It was like a sick hypothetical they always asked in ethics classes when presenting the Trolley Dilemma and yet, she barely had enough time to make a decision.

All she could do was shout but it was a little too late. Peter saw everything.

He saw you close the space between your lips and Josh’s. He saw Josh smile against your lips. He saw you pull away before leaning in for more.

Peter knew what was coming next, he practically braced for the pain that he knew was coming because just earlier the same day, he had a miniature version of it. But he never expected the pain to be this unbearable.

His ribs felt like someone had just swung a bat into the center of his chest and he could feel every bone splitting into various small fragments that were too small to ever glue back together. Each little fragment of whatever was left had seemingly pierced his heart in a thousand different places as more and more pressure starting to build in his chest.

He couldn’t even let out a cry for help, not even a whimper because no air could come in through his mouth.

The fear alone made his chest tighten up to the point where he felt his lungs almost give in from inside of him. His vision was the next to get blotched out with a violent array of reds and oranges, moving at a fast kaleidoscopic rhythm that sent Peter deeper into a panic.

The last to give was his legs; the dizziness from the complete distortion had made his knees buckle from the pain, sending him straight into the pool.

You heard Kim cry out first as she pushed her way through a crowd that was blocking the door. You moved away from Josh to find the commotion and even though you couldn't see who fell into the water, you knew deep down who it was.

You ran over to the edge of the pool and without a second thought, you dived into the water. Josh quickly followed behind you; it took him only a second to kick off his shoes before he jumped in after you.

What scared you the most was how eerily quiet it was underwater. You could hear some muffled shouts but that’s not what was so quiet. His body was motionless in the water, there was no sign of struggling or thrashing or convulsing like how it was in the movies.

Everything just felt slow as you desperately reached your arms out to swim faster to him. You only had one focus once you wrapped your arms across his chest and kicked up to the surface. In your mind, you were already going through how you would start compressions on him once you reached the top.

You were panicked and scared but you knew you had to pull yourself together, pushing away any thoughts of how far gone Peter could be.

You broke the surface with Peter in your arms as you called out to someone, anyone to take him from your arms. Kim and one of Josh’s bandmates helped lift Peter’s lifeless body onto the concrete as Kim quickly called 9-1-1.

Her hands were shaking as she tried to press the three buttons and after an eternity, they picked up the phone.

You scrambled up from the pool and hovered over Peter’s body and without a second thought, you started doing CPR.

For a moment, that’s all you were thinking. Like a machine, over and over again on an endless cycle, chest compressions, open his airway, give rescue breaths. When you found yourself thinking about how panicked everyone else was and how pale Peter looked underneath you, you continued to give compressions until you felt like your arms would snap from the pressure.

You don’t know how much time has passed but enough to where there would’ve been a sign by now. You sobbed for Peter and kept calling out to him, your voice shaking like a child, the same child who lost her parents all those years ago. The same child who held that heavy towel, pressing it against her fathers chest to stop the bleeding- no.

You couldn’t think about that, this was different. You could save him. You kept reminding yourself over and over as you did a round of chest compressions, opened his airway, and gave more rescue breaths. Over and over. Non-stop.

Again and again without hesitation.

At this point, you couldn't stop your mind from thinking of Peter and the possibility of him actually dead. How long was he under? What had happened before? He must’ve seen the kiss- oh my god you killed him.

You can feel it, building up inside of you like an unstoppable path set ablaze like pure lava.

You thought about never hearing his laugh again, the one where he would grip his sides so hard, he would wheeze like an old dog toy. Chest compressions. Airway. Rescue breaths.

You thought about him never calling out your name, whether it was followed by an insult or a loving comment about how you made him feel. Chest compressions. Airway. Rescue breaths.

You thought about never touching him again, his strong arms holding your shaking body when you had that awful nightmare or how perfect his hand fit in yours when you two walked together in the rain. Chest compressions. Airway. Rescue breaths.

You thought about never telling him how you actually felt, how stupid you were forever letting him get away because it was him all along. Chest compressions. Airway. Rescue breaths.

It was always him.

You were in love with Peter.

And suddenly, almost finally, Peter jolted up and coughed up the water from his lungs.

You stopped the compressions and held your own breath as Peter continued to cough up more water, his eyes squeezed shut.

“ Peter? Can you hear me?” You called out between your choked cries as you snapped your fingers close to his ear.

After a moment, an agonizing moment, Peter nodded, as everyone else collectively let out the breath they didn’t know they were holding. Peter opened his eyes slowly, taking in everything like it was his first time seeing the world.

“ Oh thank god, don’t worry, help is coming. Stay awake for me, okay?” You sighed in relief as you tucked a strand of wet hair behind your ear,” I’m so glad you’re okay.”

When his eyes lock onto yours, he feels an odd sense of deja vu that he can’t explain. His chest isn’t tight anymore, his hands don’t feel as clammy as before, his mind feels almost cleared.

He focused on your eyes while everything else drowned out around him. Your pupils, they’re big and they’re filled with a heavy deal of worry but there’s something else. Your eyes, he’s looked into them so many times before but why is it different?

As shaken up as you are, you manage to cup his face carefully to console him, or more so yourself. Your hands are shaking but they’re warm against his cheek and he can’t help but reach his hand to lay across the hand that’s cupping his face.

Peter feels his face flush, but this time it’s different, it’s...euphoric? Peter wasn’t even sure if he was saying the word correctly but that’s how he felt.

Your eyes, he’s so enamored by the way you’re looking at him. You were worried of course, but no, there was something else.

“ You’re safe Peter, you’re okay.”

“ Don’t worry I got you.”

“ Just breath for me, okay?”

There it was, the same deja vu. You had said that to him before, or maybe he had said it to you before through broken sobs when you had the nightmare.

Peter’s breath hitched as it all finally hit him, he figured it out just by holding your deep gaze.

Oh my god.

The lovedust had worn off, it was gone. All the anxiety and nerves from having it in his system had disappeared, evaporated off of him almost. The chest pains and the shortness of breath had gone away but Peter still felt something pulling, tugging at his heartstrings.

The lovedust was gone, he knew that well enough.

The only thing he could feel as he stared back at you was a pure, undivided, longing for you.

That’s right, Peter Parker was still hopelessly in love with you, no lovedust required.

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hi!! could you do some soft hannibal or will hcs? or some soft remus lupin hcs? if not thats fine!

a/n: ayyyyyy

first off i just want to say sorry for not posting a lot these days. shit happened here but now im back (for now) to do hcs!

second off, yall are gonna hate me for this but i dont actually watch hannibal soooo, i dont know how to write for him and such... but remus lupin? fahajshwheahakhd gotchu

third off, high school/past au because i just want to write remus being goofy and also a bit anxious on his nature

anyways, onto the hcs!

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remus never thought he'll fall in love really

he was more focused on trying to stop his chaotic friends from causing more mayhem but get dragged into it

and his small problem being a warewolf to keep secret

besides, remus has some high expectations even if he doesnt want to admit it

remus would like someone to be soft and caring

loving him and be understanding towards his little warewolf problem (if he tells them)

and most important, he may not have thought about his partner's gender as he was more going to focused on personality really, but still, remus would have liked a female partner

so, imagine his surprise when he caught feelings on a certain [hogwarts house] boy the same year as him?

remus was confused at first

he didnt know what he was feeling and his friends noticed it

remus didnt really want to confide with them, but he knew sooner or later, theyll find out eventually like how they discovered his secret

so, he told them his confusing feelings

and let me tell you, the three boys looked at him confused at first until they looked each other with shit eating grins

well, sirius and james have those shit eating grins while peter looked a bit excited at him

"guess potter isnt the only lovesick puppy huh?" sirius teased as the three began to laugh

until james realized sirius was saying he was a "lovesick puppy" towards lily, which immediately made him shout a unamused "hey! i do not!"

as sirius and james began to banter at each other and peter was trying to be the peacemaker, remus took a second to process what his friend just said

until the realization hit in and made remus red and stuttering mess

remus was in denial, to the amusement of his friends

he cant be!

he wasnt gay— not that being gay is a problem or anything, he never just expected him to be one

he didnt like [name] like that way, right???

he barely knew the guy!!!

remus was in denial for a few days until his friend had snapped some sense to him

by literally dragging [name] to their lunch table

they didnt care if [name] was in another house or not, they still dragged his ass over and made him sit next to remus who was having an internal breakdown

apparently sirius, james and peter decided to be remus' wingman, even if remus didnt want them too

but anyways

sirius, james and peter would ask [name] questions as they ate, wanting to getting to know their future buddy and trying to slip remus in the conversation

they thought they were slick at it, but nope!

they arent

"so [name]? watcha like to do?"

"oh, well i like literatur—"

"you know, our buddy remus likes books too!"

"really? thats nice. i also like chocolat—"

"chocolates?!? wow! our buddy o pal remus has a massive sweet tooth, did you know that?"

"maybe you both could go to honeydukes together this weekend!"

they were that bad

they werent subtle at all

remus is just internally suffering

why was his friends like this?

why was he even friends with them?

remus was super embarrassed but to his utter surprise— [name] actually seemed to be down on visiting honeydukes with him to buy some sweets

of course, [name] didnt really think on it other than a friendly hang out (at first)

but to the three, this was the start to hook their beloved puppy remus to [name]

it took a while but [name] and remus' relationship grown closer and a few months, they finally got together

it almost took a year for them to realize their feeling for each other (remus and [name]) if it wasnt for that mistletoe accident in the greathall on christmas day

sirius and james were bragging that they were the ones to have placed those mistletoe there

but thats a lie

peter did and the two placed mistletoes in other rooms

peter was the smart one to put a mistletoe under above the entrance of the door while sirius and james literally decorated every corner of the great hall with mistletoe because apparently they thought it would made sure remus and [name] would kiss

and that james was also trying to get a kiss from lily under those mistletoes too because it was "romantic" and that itll make her definitely "fall in love" with him

but anyways, [name] was soft for remus and remus was soft for [name]

the two only have little bumps in their relationship but mostly, they try to understand each other and hear one another out

remus always liked their tradition on winter to cuddle in front of the fireplace in the gryffindor common room

remus prefers to be the small spoon but wouldnt mind cuddling [name] too

he likes to be held since he could snuggle and hear [name]'s calming heartbeat

of course those moments are sometimes destroyed by his friends inserting themselves to their cuddle sessions

but remus wouldnt have it either way

[name] doesnt mind aswell

it was annoying at first but over time, he grown fond of remus' friends

another sweet thing that [name] does that makes remus so soft is that [name] makes sure that he is loved

[name] seems to noticed when he is down and will always give him a soft peck on his forehead, embrace him tightly and mutter how much he is adored

[name] also doesnt questions on the scars he had obtained over his little problem

in fact, [name] just reminds him that [name] loves him so much

[name] makes him feel loved and always tell him that he is beautiful in [name]'s eyes

when remus told [name] about him being a warewolf

remus was terrified and thought [name] leave him

but this guy was so full of surprises

[name] was a bit shock and was quiet for a while, but then he just embraces remus tightly and running his hands over remus' hair and whispers he still loves remus no matter what

remus cried that day

what have he even done to deserve [name]?

he doesnt know but he was happy to meet the guy who loves him, even with all his flaws

remus was sure [name] was the one and he hopes he'll get to be a [last name] in the far future

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ssa-babygirl · 3 years

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Out of My League [Part 4]

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Single mom!Reader

Word count: ~3.2k

Summary: Why on Earth does everyone think you and Spencer are dating? That’s just ridiculous! Right?

Warning(s): the pining is strong with this one, alcohol consumption, i think there were like one or two swear words?? pretty tame

Author’s Note: OH MY GOD WE’RE BACK AGAIN!!!!! yeah it’s been WAyy too long I’m so sorry guys. ON THE BRIGHT SIDE!!! I’m almost done with the next part so the wait won’t be NEARLY as bad this time around. Ok love yall hope you like it!!!

[Previous Part] [Series Masterlist]

The play was a lovely way to spend your evening. You could hear Spencer beside you muttering the words along with the actors. The monologues were beautiful coming from the talent on stage, but it was nothing compared to your best friend’s whispers when he thought you couldn’t hear him. You looked straight ahead to the stage, fearing that he’d stop if you indicated that you were listening, but you still felt his eyes on you as he gently uttered, “I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, to die upon the hand I love so well.”

Hearing the words you had read and swooned over countless times before coming from Spencer’s soft voice made a shiver run down your spine.

Spencer Reid did not just give you chills, that did not just happen, you told yourself.

The chill that ran across your body contrasted nicely with heat in your face when you felt his gaze roll over your features. You didn’t always like the feeling when someone’s eyes were on you, but something about it being Spencer’s eyes felt… right. You weren’t uncomfortable, quite the opposite, actually. You found yourself being overjoyed in your seat, but you couldn’t tell yourself why.

Or at least you refused to.

When the show ended, Spencer led you out the door you entered from, and you left the library with a dopey smile on your face as you stepped into the chilly autumn night. The sun had gone down during the play and the streetlamps glowed white against the black sky.

“You hungry?” Spencer asked.

“Starving.”

“It’s a little late for dinner, you think we’ll find a place?”

“It’s only eight o’clock, there’s gotta be somewhere.”

“A McDonald’s maybe?”

You laughed harder than you normally would, but his smile when he made his joke pulled an airy giggle from your lungs that you had no control over.

You wandered for blocks, finding restaurants that were still busy with long waits. A cute ice cream shop caught both your eyes from across the street and you and Spencer thought the same exact thing.

Some things really didn’t change since you were kids.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Of course I am, Y/N, why are we still on this side of the street?”

You crossed the road together, way too excited for grown adults to be about having ice cream for dinner. There was a line, but it was only a few people long, so you decided to wait for this more than worth it opportunity. As you approached the store, a young family was leaving. The daughter, a young girl in a pink sweater, was so focused on her cake batter flavored cone, she didn’t realize she dropped her stuffed rabbit. Spencer nearly stepped on it, but he picked it up and called after the family. They didn’t hear him, so he went after them and tapped the father on the shoulder.

“Hi, sorry, I think she dropped this.”

“Oh my goodness, Lucy, you dropped your bunny!” The mother shrieked.

“Thank you so much, really,” said Lucy’s dad, “Say thank you, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, sweetheart!” Lucy took the toy from Spencer and smiled.

About ten feet behind the scene, you were losing it. Spencer turned around after the family left and made a face while you laughed your ass off.

“That was the cutest thing I have ever seen!” You giggled as he held the door open for you, “Thanks, sweetheart.”

Spencer cracked a smile and bit his lips, gaze dropping to the floor as he blushed.

Okay, maybe that was the cutest thing you had ever seen.

“I miss when Jamie was that little. He was so cute!”

“He’s still a cute kid!” The line moves forward, you’re next up.

“Well, yeah, of course, he is! But now he knows what words mean and that’s not as funny.”

“Children learn through imitation, so it makes sense he copied things you did and said because you're his mom, he looks up to you.”

“He looks up to you, too, you know.” The family in front of you got their ice cream and left, leaving you to order, “Can I get a sugar cone of cookies and cream?” The girl behind the counter nodded and scooped your ice cream. She then turned to a catatonic Spencer, who was staring at you, cheeks flushed and lips parted. He snapped out of it and ordered a cup of rocky road with extra marshmallow fluff on top.

“What are you doing?” Spencer asked as you pulled out your credit card.

“Paying for our ice cream, what does it look like?”

“No, I’ll pay—” He reached for his pocket, but was too slow.

“Oops, too late,” you said, swiping your card and smirking. The girl behind the counter smiled and waved to you as you left.

“Did you mean that? Jamie looks up to me?”

You turned to look at Spencer, whose eyes were full of stars as he grinned back at you, “Yeah! Of course, he does!”

“Really?”

“Oh, don’t be so surprised, Spencer, you’re like his real-life superhero. You saved his life, genius, he wants to be just like you.”

“He wants to be a profiler?”

“Not necessarily. He thinks you’re a secret agent. Like a spy.”

Spencer chuckled, “And how do you feel about that?”

“Oh, it’s terrifying, I hate it.”

“Yep,” Spencer spooned some ice cream into his mouth, “That’s what I thought.”

“I mean, Jesus, Spence, I get retroactive heart attacks from all the shit you tell me about your cases, I don’t know if I want my kid getting into that. I’d worry even more than I already do.”

“You worry about me?”

“You can’t be serious.”

“What?”

“You’re my best friend, genius! Of course, I worry about you!”

You finished your ice creams on the metro and walked home in comfortable silence. As you turned the corner onto your block, you grinned up at Spencer.

“Thanks for playing tour guide today. I had fun. Haven’t gone out with friends since I moved here.”

“Why not?”

“Don’t have any friends here to go out with.”

His eyebrows jumped as he sputtered out a sentence, “Oh. W-well why don’t you come out with the team and me sometime?”

“No, they’re your friends I wouldn’t wanna intrude—”

“You wouldn't be intruding, you're my friend too.”

“Spence—”

“One of my teammates is having a dinner party tomorrow night. He’s a great cook and would love to meet you.”

You dug around your bag for your keys, “I don’t know anyone else on the team!”

“You know JJ! And Derek, too. He’s been asking about you.” Spencer’s eyes dropped to his shoes again as your welcome mat became way more interesting than your face.

“Really?” He pursed his lips and nodded. You thought it over for a moment and decided, “Fine. Text me a time and address.”

His eyes snapped back to yours, “No, I-I’ll pick you up.”

“Woah woah woah, you’re gonna drive me around?” You laughed in disbelief, “Sorry, Doc, I know our whole dynamic has changed a bit ‘cuz we’re both grown-ups now, but I’m not sure either of us is quite ready for that.”

His smile finally flashed back across his face, “Come on, I owe you.”

“For what?”

“You bought the ice cream!” His voice was high pitched.

You matched his tone, “You took me to the Shakespeare library!”

“You took me to McDonald’s 106 times in high school! I’m sure the amount of money you spent on my food could buy the whole gift shop!”

Your jaw fell open, “You counted?”

“I can’t help it!”

You rolled your eyes, failing to fight back a grin, “Goodnight, genius.”

He bit his lips and smiled, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

You jam the key in your door and push it open, closing it with your body as you sigh, leaning your head back against it.

“That good, huh?” Said a voice from the living room, causing you to jump.

“Jesus, mom, what are you still doing up?” You sigh, clutching your chest.

“Well, I put Jamie to bed, I figured I’d wait up for you so I can hear about your date!”

“Wh- mom, what are you talking about?”

“With Spencer! How was your date?”

“That wasn’t a date!”

“Really? So you guys just walked around for hours in silence doing nothing?”

“We didn’t just walk around!”

“So what’d you guys do?” She asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Oh my god, mom.”

“You’re not denying anything!”

“Mom!”

“You can tell me, it’s just us girls.”

“He took me to the Shakespeare Library! We got ice cream! That’s it! Nothing happened!”

“Shakespeare Library? Ice cream?” her eyebrows darted up so far it was almost like a cartoon character, “Toots, that’s not nothing!”

“It’s nothing. We just saw a play-”

“What play?”

“Midsummer Night’s Dream.”

Your mother closed her book and tossed it next to her on the couch. “Oh! You mean your favorite! Silly me for thinking this was a romantic outing!”

“It wasn’t!”

“Who paid for the ice cream?”

“I did.”

“Did he offer?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t let him.”

Your mother sighed, “You’re telling me it wasn’t a date, but all I’m hearing is that Spencer thought it was.”

“Then why didn’t he make a move?”

“So many reasons! He’s shy! He’s a gentleman! Maybe he thought you weren’t into him.”

“I’m not.”

“Then why are you so upset?”

Is everyone a profiler now? God!

“Mom, it’s getting late, I walked the length of the city today, I’m going to bed. You can stay over if you don’t wanna drive, but I’m getting some sleep.”

“Right, you need to be rested for tomorrow night. Got a dinner party to go to!”

“Were you listening?”

“The window was open just a crack, I may have heard some of the conversation.”

“Jesus…”

“What? You’re meeting his friends already, this is big.”

You groaned, dragging your feet up the stairs to your bedroom, changing out of your clothes, and hopping in the shower before cozying up for bed. Whether or not you wanted to admit your mom was right, you knew she was. And that terrified you.

(Spencer’s POV)

I rang the doorbell of her house at exactly 6:30, just like I said I would. Seconds later, the door swung open and revealed her smiling face shimmering with her makeup. I took in her outfit, a cute floral dress reaching the tops of her knees. I tried to make sure my eyes didn’t linger on the neckline for too long when I noticed a thin silver chain resting on her collarbone. A small heart-shaped pendant dangled from it.

“Wow.” Was all I could manage, “You look—”

“Totally overdressed, right? Cuz I can dress this down a bit, I just need to change the shoes and throw on a jacket. You know what? I have another dress upstairs I’ll just cha—”

“No, Y/N, you look…” Beautiful, enchanting, stunning, like the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen, I thought about saying all of that, but instead, I just said, “Great.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” I tried to say it as sincerely as possible, “Are you ready to go?”

“Yep!” She reached around the door to take a denim jacket from a hook on the wall, throwing it over her shoulders, “Lemme just get my purse—” she glanced around the room and cut herself off with a groan.

“What?”

“I left my bag in my room. Here, come inside, it’s chilly out.” She rushed down the hall to hurry up the stairs to what I’d assume was her bedroom. I stepped across the threshold and into the warm home. There was a faint glow of light from the kitchen, where a child’s laugh bubbled from the room. I followed the sound and found Jamie and Mrs. L/N sitting at the table doing a puzzle.

“Oh, hi, Spencer!” She called.

“Doctor Spencer!” Jamie jumped up from his seat and ran to me, wrapping his arms around my legs.

“Hey, little man!” I ruffled his hair and flashed a grin to Y/N’s mom.

I heard the tapping of shoes descending the stairs behind me, “Okay, got everything, you ready?”

I quickly turned around at the sound of Y/N’s voice and saw her smiling at Jamie beside me.

“Goodnight, Jamie-baby, I’ll see you in the morning, okay? Have fun with grandma,” she cooed as she pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Goodnight!”

“Bye, buddy!”

“Bye, Doc!”

“Have fun you two, be safe!” Y/N’s mom grinned as she waved us away.

“Oh my god, mom, stop.”

“Okay! Goodnight, my loves!”

“Goodnight!”

Y/N marched out the door and followed the path down to the street, where my car was parked.

“Last chance, Doc, want me to drive instead?”

I passed her to open the passenger side door for her, “Not a chance, I promised.”

“What a gentleman! Now let’s see if we make it there in one piece first.”

The laugh I let out was half-mockery, half-nerves, as I was not the best driver. I had a Ph.D. in engineering and understood more about physics than most people, but that doesn’t mean I knew how to focus well enough to apply that knowledge. When it is literally impossible for me to forget that I have a 1 in 96 chance of dying in a car accident, my hypervigilance does more harm than good.

“So who am I meeting? Who’s on your team?”

My anxieties were somewhat quelled by the sound of her voice, allowing me to pull my thoughts away from the possibility of becoming one of the 20% of fatal car crashes that occur in intersections.

“Well, you already know JJ and Garcia. Hotch, my boss—”

“Tall, dark, handsome? Never smiles?”

I chuckled, “That’s the guy.”

“He seems fun at parties.”

“He’s actually not that bad. Just a bit too serious sometimes.”

“Okay, and who haven’t I met?”

“The host, David Rossi, Emily, you’ll love them.”

“Is Derek coming?”

IQ of 187 and I still don’t think anyone could have explained to me why that upset me as much as it did. It’s not like Y/N was my girlfriend or anything, she was allowed to want Derek, most girls did, so there was no reason for me to be jealous. She wasn’t mine to lose.

“Yeah. He’ll be there.”

We pulled up to Rossi’s mansion a few minutes later, after riding in semi-awkward silence. She waited for me next to her side of the car, not wanting to walk up to the door by herself. I reached out to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder as I drew closer. She gave me a tight-lipped smile before dropping her eyes to the ground between us.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m nervous, what if they don’t like me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, what’s not to love?” I didn’t even realize how much I meant those words at the time, so I doubt she understood how serious I was, but her smile softened and her shoulders relaxed slightly under my touch. I led her up to the front porch and rang the doorbell. Shortly after, Garcia opened the door and beamed at the two of us.

“You’re here! Oh my goodness, so nice to see you again!” She pulled Y/N into a hug that she very quickly accepted.

“Hi, Penelope, good to see you too.” She pulled away and grinned at me, the worry mostly drained from her eyes now.

“Come here, boy genius, you get one too!” She wrapped her arms around my waist and my face found its place in her blonde curls. We all went inside and saw the whole team sitting around a coffee table with glasses of wine in their hands. JJ put her glass on the table and got up from her seat on the cushy leather couch to hug Y/N.

“You’re not one of mine, are you?” Rossi sipped his drink and eyed Y/N.

“Um, this is Y/N, my uh, my friend.” I stammered.

“Ah! You’re the doctor’s little lady friend I’ve heard so much about!” Rossi put his scotch down on the table and crossed the room to kiss her on both cheeks, “Lovely to meet you, bella, I’m—”

“David Rossi. Yes, Spencer’s told me about you. Nice to meet you,” she grinned, shaking his hand.

“Ah,” he scoffed, “call me Dave.”

“What? No fair!” Emily piped up, taking a big sip of wine, “You just met her and she gets ‘Dave’ privileges? I’ve worked with you for months!”

“Emily, look me in the eyes and try to call me Dave.” She looked at him and opened her mouth like she was about to say something, but she just took another sip while JJ and Morgan laughed at her.

Hotch flashed a rare smile to Y/N, “Good to see you again.”

“Yes! Glad it’s under better circumstances, Agent Hotchner.”

“Me too. And please,” he extended a hand to her, “call me Aaron.”

This time it was Morgan who spoke up, “No way! Only Rossi calls you by your first name!”

“And me,” Emily mumbled.

“And now Y/N, too.”

“I’m honored, Aaron.”

Looking at her face now all remaining anxiety had just about vanished. I told her she had nothing to worry about, and now she was finally listening to me. Rossi called us all to the kitchen where he told us to grab a plate so he could serve us before we sat down at the table. He gave us each a plate of his famous spaghetti carbonara before taking his seat at the head of the table. The team all chatted about their lives, as we ate. Hotch showed Y/N pictures of Jack on his phone, Emily probed JJ about Will, Morgan, and Rossi poked fun at me for bringing Y/N, but I just rolled my eyes and tried to ignore them. Plates were cleaned, stories were told, and wine bottles were emptied. Mostly by Emily and Y/N.

JJ was the one to try to cut them off, “Don’t you have to drive this one home?” She gestured to me.

She put her hands up defensively, “He picked me up.”

“Reid, you hate driving!” Garcia pointed out, prompting Morgan to spare a knowing glance to Rossi.

“You do?”

“I don’t hate it, I just prefer not to.” I was a profiler, but that didn’t mean I was a good liar.

“Spence, I offered to drive you.”

I shrugged, “I didn’t mind.”

Her eyes lingered on me for another moment before taking another sip of wine and resuming her conversation with Emily. I knew they’d get along. Towards the end of the night, Rossi proposed a toast.

“To familia.”

Y/N smiled, staying quiet.

“Oh, come on now, you too, bella.” He raised his glass to her and clinked the crystal, “You’re stuck with us now, get over it.”

“I’m not complaining, Dave.” Her words were to Rossi, but she never stopped looking at me. Probably just had a bit too much to drink.

Right?

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barnesbabee · 4 years

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Filthy || C.S

Summary: Be good baby, you don’t want to get punished, or do you?

Pairing: Choi San x Reader

Words: If you happen to know tell me

Genre: Smut

⚠ choking, praise kink, orgasm denial, spanking, oral, punishing, sex toys, sadism, hair pulling, degrading, name-calling ⚠

A/N: San trying to swerve lanes but Hongjoong has his place secure I swear to yall 🙏 Enjoy 💖

This one gets a little filthy, just sayin’.

Thank you for the request, I loved it.

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Your leg bounced as you sat on the couch, your hands folded over each other on your lap.

One hour and a half.

His meeting must be coming to an end... It had to be, you couldn't handle it much longer.

You bit your lip and stared at the door expectantly. Every second that passed made your stomach tighten, and you felt like you could snap at any second. The air running throughout the house from the open windows hit your body, and your exposed nipples began to harden.

After another fifteen painful minutes, the front door unlocked from the outside. Your head snapped at it and you stared as it swung open, revealing the love of your life.

San stood under the doorframe and looked at you with a smirk.

You could cum just at that. Dark hair neatly combed back, suit pants and a white button-up shirt, and the dirtiest expression plastered across his face.

"Did you obey me, baby girl?" He questioned, as he stepped in, closed the door and loosened his tie.

You nodded rapidly. You stood up and bent over the couch, ass facing him so he could see the pretty, jeweled butt plug still buried deep inside you.

San hummed in satisfaction and stepped closer to you, until he was only a couple centimeters away from your ass.

Your boyfriend cupped your ass cheeks with each hand and caressed them, before grabbing them harshly with a hiss.

"My baby is such a good girl..." He praised.

You hummed in response and jiggled your ass.

San gripped the butt plug and wiggled it in your ass a little, and because you were so sensitive, the feeling of finally feeling the item brush against your walls caused you to moan loudly.

The man didn’t hesitate in swinging his hand back and slap it across your ass with a noisy sound.

“What did I tell you? Hm?” He asked through gritted teeth.

“I-I can only make sounds when you tell me to.”

“That’s right, and what happens when my good girl disobeys me?” He leaned over you to whisper in your ear, pressing his clothed, hard cock against your exposed ass.

“I get punished...” You whispered back, desperately suppressing a moan that was begging to leave your mouth.

San stood back up and tapped your ass, as if saying ‘that’s right’. When he knelt behind you, you immediately knew. You knew he was going to make you moan because he wanted to punish you.

San held your folds apart with his thumbs to take a good look at your pussy.

“So beautiful...”

You blushed at his comment and bit your lip in anticipation. Your hands gripped the sofa’s cushions tightly when his tongue dipped in you. San kissed between your folds and sucked on your clit as his tongue swirled around every inch of your pussy.

San’s lips wandered around your inner thighs, sucking and biting numerous spots of your soft skin, wanting that pretty skin of yours to be marked purple and blue the next couple of days.

You were doing an exceptionally good job in keeping quiet, you even managed to hold back your whimpers every time he bit your thighs or your folds. San hated this, he neede to have a reason to destroy you, so, without a notice, he entered two fingers in you and curled them. Almost immediately your jaw hung open and you moaned, as if you had never felt anything like that in your life.

The desperation in which he had left you before going to his meeting made it impossible not to make any noise as he entered you.

San instantly pulled away and stood up.

“Looks like I’ll have to punish you baby girl...” He sarcastically told you, as if he actually didn’t have a burning desire to make you scream “Don’t fucking move.”

You shivered at his warning and remained immobile. He returned as quickly as he had walked away, holding in his hand a gag ball. Your eyes shined as you observed him pull his tie off from around his neck.

“Open up.”

You obliged and opened your mouth for him. He shoved the red ball between your lips and tied the black leather belt-like tie behind your head. San then violently grabbed your wrists and crossed them, the right one on top of the left one, and tied them together with his tie.

San slightly bent over you once more. He grabbed a fist of your hair and pulled your head back, so his lips would be by your ear.

“Now you can scream baby girl, that is, if you can.”

He giggled in the dirtiest way possible and let go of your hair.

San walked around you, sat down on the sofa, and pat his lap.

“Get your ass here.”

You quickly complied and laid on the couch, making sure your ass was on his lap, facing him. San spread your legs slightly and caressed your cheeks. You could feel his hard shaft poke your thigh, and immediately your wetness started to spread.

Your boyfriend delivered the first slap to your ass. You tried to moan and tell him how good it felt, but it was muffled by the gag in your mouth. San chuckled and slapped your other cheek.

“Such a good girl... I love to punish you pretty baby...” He admitted, as he hit your ass for the third time.

Your ass was tingling and burning, but you loved the sensation. You loved being punished as much as he loved punishing you, and the day you realized it you both knew you were a match made in heaven.

He kept alternating which cheeks he slapped, and every time his hand landed on your ass you felt his cock twitch under you.

“Think you’ve had enough?” San asked, gripping your ass in his big hands.

You raised your head and shook it negatively, causing San to chuckle.

“Tch... So greedy, I love it.”

San slapped your ass harshly about six more times, until he felt was enough.

He then swiped two fingers along your folds and inspected them.

“So wet baby... Should I do something about it?”

You nodded eagerly.

San licked his fingers clean and slapped your ass one last time.

“Get on the floor on all fours baby.”

Your legs wiggled a little as you climbed off his lap and got on the floor, but you eventually fell to your knees. You leaned your left cheek against the floor so you’d have your ass up, since your hands were tied behind your back.

San knelt behind you and entered two fingers in your hole. While one of his hands pumped his digits in and out of you at a merciless pace, his other hand played with the butt plug inside of you.

The muffled moans increased and became louder. The spit was collecting around the ball in your mouth, and dripped onto the floor, creating a puddle by your mouth.

San added a third finger and curled them inside you a little. He picked up the pace of his fingers, and by the way your moans became more frequent, he could tell you weren’t far from your climax.

“Come on princess, cum on my fingers.”

He smacked your ass once more, and that combined with the filthy demand and the impossible pace his fingers entered you triggered your orgasm. Your legs trembled and your toes curled as you came with a pathetically loud, yet muffled moan.

You closed your eyes, trying to calm down as you caught your breath, but San wouldn’t let you rest, not yet, he hadn’t wrecked you yet, he knew you could take so much more...

San undid the gag behind your head and removed it from your mouth. He grabbed a handful of your hair and forced your face by the puddle of spit you had created

“Clean it up you slut, I don’t want my floor dirty. Be a good fucking girl and clean it up for me, and I might reward you with my cock.”

You immediately slurped and licked off every drop of your drool that was on the floor.

“You’re such a dirty little girl baby, right?”

San grabbed your neck and pulled you back, so your back would be pressed against his chest. He applied some pressure around his throat and you moaned lightly.

“Yes, I’m your little dirty whore...”

His dick twitched against your ass at your lewd words, you knew how much he loved to hear you talk dirty. San’s eyes burned with lust and adoration, and his lips quickly found yours.

You shared a sloppy, desperate kiss. Your tongues swirled against each other as you both tried your best to leave no corner of each other’s mouths unexplored. Your hands were pressed against his bulge, and so you gave it a light squeeze. San moaned at that, and in return he took your lower lip between his teeth and nibbled on it.

“San... Please fuck me...” You begged,

He needed no other incentive. He had been holding back far too long already. Being in that meeting of his knowing you were naked, needy, and waiting for him was pure torture. San wanted to press you against the wall and fuck you raw the second he saw you, but he managed to control himself.

When your desperate voice echoed in his ears however, he lost it. San undid the tie around your wrists and swung you over his shoulder. He made his way to your bedroom, carrying you, and slapped your ass once.

San threw you on the bed, and you immediately spread your legs for him.

Your boyfriend stripped hurriedly and threw his clothes on the floor somewhere

San jerked himself a couple times before finding your entrance and burying his cock deep in you.

“F-fuck...” He moaned, as he stayed still for a second, loving the way you felt around him

San’s hands gripped your waist, his eyebrows furrowed and his jaw hung open in pleasure as he stared at the way he fit perfectly inside you.

“San... Faster...” You whimpered.

San happily obliged, and picked up the pace in which he fucked you. He had you screaming once more in seconds. San had a little too much stamina, and the way his hips jerked into you vigorously was no joke.

San’s fingers dipped in your skin as he fucked you. The skin-slapping sounds echoed in the room along with your moans and groans.

“Y-Y/N I’m gonna cum-” San warned.

“Cum inside me Sannie, please.”

Although he wanted you to cum first, he couldn’t handle your little beg. He buried his lenght deep inside you as he filled you up with his seed,

You orgasmed right after, loving the way the warm liquid filled your walls.

San removed his softening dick from you slowly, knowing you were very sensitive and worn-out after all that.

The male carefully removed the butt plug from you and set it aside.

Your eyelids felt heavy, but you fought against them, watching as San’s head settled between your legs.

Your boyfried kissed the spots around the pretty hickeys he’d left you and caressed your marked skin, along with your ass, stained with the red colour.

He finally laid beside you and pulled you close by your hips, puilling the bed covers over you.

“Did I go too hard?” He asked, looking down into your eyes as he played with your head.

You smiled and shook your head no. You placed a soft, loving kiss to his lips and giggled.

“Just perfect.”

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angelathewitch · 3 years

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Okay I just finished the ACOTAR series for the first time and I have so many thoughts so I'm gonna write them down.

Also I have not looked at any fan theories or been a part of this fandom very much so all these headcannons are straight from the noggin:

Literally what the fuck is tamlin doing.

Okay getting this out of the way cause its a hot topic. Azriel is my baby I love him but

I would have mixed feelings about him being with both gwyn and Elaine. I love the idea of Elaine being azriels sunshine he deserves light in his life (also their scene in ACOSF had me ejdjbdksks) but also all three bat boys being with all 3 sisters rubs me the wrong way idk.

Gwyn is amazing because she's a badass bitch and if azriel doesn't snatch that up I will. I feel like azriel almost gets bulldozed over by the other bat boys (like he will do the dirty work only because he feels inferior) And I want gwyn to help him stand up for himself.

Gwyn is an adult jfc. I'd be more worried about her trauma.

I am totally a elucien shipper I'm SORRY lucien deserves the world

But at the same time I would totally understand if Elaine couldn't forgive him for his involvement in the cauldron business. That shit was wack. I just want this relationship to be the biggest, most "period drama esqe" slowburn.

I have very mixed feelings about lucien. On one hand lucien has never had a home and when tamlin took him in I can see how that loyalty blurred the lines of right and wrong. But at the same time lucien messed up MANY times where the archeon sisters are concerned.

Nesta deserved her kick in the ass because it was needed. She did not deserve everyone to be a little bitch to her. It felt like feyre was the only one who wanted her rehabbed for nestas sake. I definitely would have preferred Nesta to hit rock bottom and choose recovery for herself (cause alcoholism and things can only be truly solved through self help) Everyone else was uncharacteristically nonempathetic. Idk how Cassian could be okay with her treatment after they mated.

I'm still digesting Rhys and nestas relationship. I like that they don't like each other for most of ACOSF. Nestas reasons for treating feyre poorly are valid, but not excuses. The feyre, Nesta, and rhys relationship thing is weird cause I see all sides. I need more feyre and Nesta bonding they always get interrupted.

I HATE what SJM did to Mors character. What the fuck is up with mor not liking Nesta. Maybe we will get an explanation in the next book but I feel like mor was set up to be a great LGBT character with himbo allies but SJM just dropped her off a cliff. Big mad.

However I do want eris and mor to end up together. Not necessarily romantically, but I want them to have it out and I want eris to support mor. Kinda want them to be mates. Kinda want eris to be gay as well. Kinda want them to get married and them have consorts.

WHY does everyone treat feyre like a porcelain doll when the IC has more collective trauma than anyone else in this universe. Don't get me wrong I'm all about the hurt/comfort but it was so inconsistently written LOL. When the IC was telling their stories the first night they met and then feyre told hers I cackled like sorry but she is a baby

Rhys's trauma is just as recent as feyres... yeah he's a lot older and seasoned but oh my GOD he was consistently assaulted for 49 years. Feyre does very little to comfort him. Idk I feel like it was SO glossed over.

Like in ACOWAR feyre admits that amaranthas hatred wasn't personal it was general, unlike Tamlins hatred. But amarantha and rhys had multiple personal vendettas against each other. Like his amarantha is vaguely feyres tamlin. Rhys didn't even get to kill amarantha. His trauma is untapped. Rhys is the main character feyre is the love interest idc

Idk what yall say rhys is my baby my lovebug my everything. He's got his flaws but you can't love Nesta and hate him at the same time without being a lil hypocritical

But he's fucked in the head for thinking he was justified in drugging feyre every night for 2 months. Almost more mad about that than the SA (I dont really blame Rhys since it is not cannon to me. SJM just messed up 😌 it was so out of character) did he ever really apologize for that??

ALSO I know smj wanted to write like #consentking but half of what he allowed was so unnecessarily dangerous (like the first AND second weaver encounter- if my SO ran off in the middle of a battle to track down a mysterious creature when the task could have been done after the battle I would have be livid. Mor was justified in being mad.)

I'm so mad rhys didn't flatten tamlin during the high lord meeting. Either it will happen in the future or I will burn these books.

THE BAT BOYS HAVE CONNONICALLY BEEN IN THE SAME ROOM WHILE HAVING SEX. the foursomes in my head gets clearer by the day

I HATE the fact that rhys almost had an existential crisis over feyre being so young when she found her mate and not having "lived" and THEN GETS HER PREGNANT??? Are you kidding me. I'm so mad. I don't wanna deal with babies. I hate babies.

But I DO have a fun headcannon that since the bone carver is a death-god or whatever he KNEW nyx wouldn't survive and that is why he appeared as him. Also when the bone carver offered to take feyres first born in exchange for help rather than the oroboughs I think that was also foreshadowing. The only reason nyx survived was because of Nesta and the bone carver had trouble seeing the cauldron.

((Maybe nyx should have died during the birth idk))

Literally I would have enjoyed ACOSF if instead of the pregnancy feyre was busy looking for bryaxis. Literally what happened to him. Wtf

I know the plot armor is crazy thick around the IC but it would have been nice if one of them died. Well, not nice, but more believable. Maybe thats why nyx should have died. Lol I need therapy.

FREAKING HEADCANNON: the archeon sisters are partially fae. Their mom was definitely a descendant and that's why all three sisters have mates. It was hinted that the sisters had mated because they were powerful and cauldron made but Cassian and rhys could feel the pull before the sisters were turned.

Tarquin is the hottest high lord

The whole blood rite thing was stupid. I would have loved if it was spread out over a longer period of time but it was so unrealistic

You know we all love a good #girlboss🤢 moment but the whole valkarie thing seemed 1. Out of no where 2. Really quickly forced (ACOSF should have been like 2 books) 3. If emerie and mor get together life=complete

The inner circle and ther archeon sisters would not get along if they weren't mated to like 50% of the gang

They're too whiny

It's so weird that the mating bond can only be felt by guys??? Lol wut

Okay I know this is a complicated subject but having LGBTs in a universe with mates based in evolutionary advantage seems more homophobic than having a universe without LGBTs LOL. Like their connection can't be as deep cause they can't procreate?? I did like that SJM made up for it a little by saying not all mates are complementary souls.

Hybern was so powerful and for WHAT. I don't understand

Vassa, lucien, and jurian being a trio is so weird 😐

I WANT A NOVELLA ON THE STORY OF AMREN AND VARIAN. They are my otp. If anyone has made it this far and knows of some good amren and varian fanart pls let me know

Okay that is all for now thank you if you read down to here xoxo gossip girl.

P. S. Also I am starting throne of glass and am having a hard time getting into it. Can anyone vouch for this series please I'm conflicted.

Edit: omg I was zooted when I wrote this and didn't realize my phone autocorrected cassian to Caspian RIP

#acotar #acosf #acosf spoilers #elucien #gwynriel #azriel #pro nesta #a court of thorns and roses #a court of war and ruin #a court of frost and starlight #a court of silver flames #a court of mist and fury

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logical-little-lies · 4 years

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Block Towers and Desired Independence- Agere!AU (Part 38)

A/N: This is another simple side chapter that follows CG!Logan and Toddler!Patton through the day. I don't know if I've ever mentioned it, but I threw out a chapter-idea related to Patton being bratty for the first time a while ago, and now i'm bringing back to write something. Hope yall like it.

Also this includes Patton crying, and pulling himself out of little space for a bit to talk to Logan easier. but also fluff.

"Patton, baby. I wanna get upppp," Logan whined, half asleep with Patton still laying on him from the night prior. Patton had declared that he was spending the night with his boyfriend the night before because 'Logan worked too hard and they never did anything romantic'. Of course Logan didn't mind to cuddle him, or entertain the fact that Patton wanted a cutesy and overly-romantic relationship with him, but Logan still had a hard time waking Patton up in the morning most of the time.

"Noooo, wan sleep," there came his sleepy words of defiance as he snuggled his head into Logan's chest. Logan's eyes widened, and he softened his voice a bit.

"Am I talking to my boyfriend or my little?" he asked, waiting for an answer before continuing. Patton lifted his head, looking up at him.

"...little?" he was hesitant, hoping that Logan wouldn't mind that. "I-is that okay? I can stay big if you want me to-" Patton wasn't completely regressed yet, but he was close to it. Whether or not he'd let himself depended on if Logan was up to playing the caregiver role.

"Of course it's okay," Logan gave him a soft and reassuring smile before continuing. "I just wanted to know if you were little or not. How small are you feeling today, sweetheart?" Logan sat up, forcing Patton to do the same. Logan should've expected this, Patton regressed easily, and he went to bed happy and excited. Positive triggers like positive emotions can make Patton slip sometimes.

"I don't knowww," he whined, pouting.

"Am I gonna have to deal with a fussy little one today?" Logan teased, raising his eyebrow. Patton sat up completely, looking down and blushing a bit.

"Sorry," he apologized for whining. Depending on how little he was, he would whine and get upset over anything, though he was usually a fairly happy baby. Kinda similar to how Virgil got fussy sometimes.

"It's alright. How about we go to your room and get you ready for the day?" Logan offered, Patton nodding a bit. He was in pajamas, but he still would like a onesie. Logan was able to climb out of bed now that Patton had move off of him. He reach over to his bedside table, handing Patton his glasses and putting on his own.

"Come on, baby," Logan instructed, touching his feet to the ground and standing up completely. Patton came and sat on the edge of the bed, making grabby hands to be picked up. "Darling, I just woke up. Could you walk for now?" Patton pouted, "I'll hold your hand instead." Logan offered.

Patton settled, Logan helping him off the bed. Today was gonna be a fun day.

Patton sat on his light blue playmat, covered in a white star pattern. He wore a white onesie, his kitten pacifier sitting in his mouth. He wore a slightly visible white diaper under the clasps at the crotch of his onesie. As usual, he regressed younger once Logan started babying him and getting him into little clothes.

A stuffed bear sat on the mat near him, and he was currently playing with baby blocks. He stacked them up in little towers, until he hit something and it came crashing down. When that happened, he'd whine slightly and pout around the pacifier before starting over. Logan sat in front of where he was facing, helping him stack the blocks as high as he could.

He reminded him that it was okay every time the blocks fell, and would help him start over. "Papa, helppp!" Patton whined, harshly throwing the baby block in his hand down on mat in frustration. The other blocks came tumbling down onto his lap, and he retracted his legs so that they were pulled up to his chest.

"Baby, no throwing things, remember? It's on your rule list." Logan scolded a bit, gather the blocks from around the boys legs. Once he had collected them and moved them to the side, Patton returned to a criss-cross-applesauce position. Patton pouted a bit.

Patton huffed, ignoring his statement and starting again. He was so set on stacking every single lock he owned into a single tower. Now, Logan could admit that the boy was creative. He had started making pyramids, forming bases with some blocks before deciding that they didn't count as a 'tower' and that they weren't tall enough. But Logan didn't think it was good for him to be so focused on one thing, and get frustrated when it didn't work.

"No, no, no!" he shouted around the pacifier, it sounding more like an angry babble. Angry tears came to his eyes as he huffed and crossed his arms. He kicked his feet out, somehow hitting Logan's knee.

"No shouting or kicking, please take a breath." Logan commanded, taking his hands in his. He pulled them away and continued his frustrated tantrum. He was glad that everyone was gone currently. Roman had left earlier that morning to go hang out with Remus, and Virgil went to the dark side tower with Janus. So Patton wouldn't be as embarrassed later for his sudden outburst.

Logan internally panicked, not knowing what to do. He did the same thing whenever he had to look over Virgil or Roman, and they misbehaved. He was a good caregiver, for a perfectly well-behaved baby.

"Darling, calm down a bit. Take a deep breath-" Logan tried his best to speak in a soft, guiding voice that wouldn't upset him more. He was interrupted by a baby block hitting hit square in the forehead, his eyes coming to focus on a still-angry baby with crossed arms.

"Patton, I told you not to throw things already..." Logan hesitated, knowing the given punishment that the others would've given to their littles if they acted like this. He didn't know what was wrong, but he did know that he'd have a hard time doing this. "Go sit in the timeout chair, immediately." He spoke in a harsh voice that would've definitely make Patton cry usually, regretting it right after.

Logan was able to pinpoint when the realization that he was in trouble, that he did something wrong, that Papa was upset with him had hit him. Logan stood up, reaching down for his hand. Patton felt a sinking feeling in his stomach, and he wanted to burst into tears already. He took his hand, and allowed his caregiver to lead him over to the small white beanbag in the corner. It faced the wall, and it was placed there so that the littles didn't have to go to their rooms each time they got in trouble when they were in other parts of the house.

The only exception to this was Virgil. He was anxious, and he didn't get put in timeout anyways. But if it did get to that point, he'd hate to be punished in front of anyone else, so Roman would take him back to his room. Logan softly lifted him up, setting him down.

"Take deep, deep breaths until I tell you timeout is over, okay?" Logan spoke softly, leaning down next to the baby's ear. "It's gonna be okay," he promised, kissing the side of his face before backing away. Patton hadn't replied, and he focused his eyes on the wall around him. Logan knew those words of reassurance weren't gonna go far, considering that fact that he had still put him in timeout. In the mind of a little, that probably showed that he was still upset and such.

He sat on the couch, watch Patton's back intently. It was only a few minutes before Patton busted into tears once again, and Logan gave in instantly. "Shh, shh, shh. You're okay, Papa's here," he lifted him up from behind,turning him around so that he was properly holding him. He hugged him tightly, the boy's state of sobbing not changing in the slightest. Logan rushed over to the couch, sitting down so that Patton was sitting on his lap.

"I'm sorry that I put you in the corner so quickly, there must've been another way to deal with this. You're just a baby, of course you're gonna throw fits sometimes. I'm so,so, so sorry sweetheart," Logan was rambling on and on, apologizing and hugging the boy.

"Papa isn't mad?" Patton interrupted him eventually, speaking in a wobbly and shaky voice, still sniffling a bit. That broke Logan's heart. How could he be mad at his baby?

"No! I just didn't know how to deal with you not listening to me and I jumped to doing what the other sides would, but you're different and I'm different and I'm just-" Logan seemed to be panicking about his mistake, but he stopped himself from spiraling. He did something wrong, and now he'd deal with the situation if this ever were to happen again. He took a moment before speaking,focusing back in on the point.

"I'm not mad, baby. But can I know why you got so upset about the block tower?" he asked softly, brushing a bit of Patton's hair out of his face.

Patton whined,very small and not capable of forming full sentences. He had already been reaching out of his usual headspace just to speak any words at all. He tried his best, though,talking in a very babyish tone. "I wan do it right! Can't do things well when I'm like dis and I don't like it..." his voice seemed to get a bit bigger near the end of his statement. He spat his pacifier out and it hung from his paci clip.

He didn't move out of Logan's lap, but Logan could tell he had pulled himself out of headspace in favor of talking to him for a bit. "I um, was kinda set on doing something harder by myself. Because when I'm little I'm not good at doing things by myself most of the time and I depend on you a lot, when I'm supposed to be the 'dad' the helps everyone else." he explained in pure vulnerability. Logan still had no idea how Patton pulled himself out of his headspace, he was surely unhealthily repressing it, but he'd leave it for the time being.

"Patton, how long have you been stressing about this?"Logan questioned firmly, looking at him. Patton scrambled out of his lap, feeling uncomfortable and sitting next to him instead.

"Um, a while, I guess. That whole thing was my childish attempt at being independent, and it didn't work so I got frustrated with myself and threw a fit. I'm sorry..." Patton seemed embarrassed, and guilty. It felt weird seeing Patton expressing these traits, because it felt almost uncharacteristic for him. Logan knew that those traits didn't exclusively belong to Virgil and Roman, but it surely felt more usual coming from them.

"It's okay, you don't need to apologize. Or feel guilty because I punished you," Logan promised. Patton gave a little unsure nod, Logan continuing. "And the whole point of your regression is to let go of those responsibilities. You don't have to be independent, and you don't have to try and do things yourself. You're just a baby sometimes, and babies aren't expected to be able to do everything independently, right?" Logan raised his eyebrow,giving the boy a knowing look.

Patton sheepishly shook his head, uncomfortably shifting in his onesie and diaper. That either meant that he felt big and didn't like being dressed like a toddler, or the baby clothes were making him wanna be small again. From how he was acting, Logan figured it was the later.

"And neither are you. Stacking all those blocks that high seems like a simple, babyish task, but there is so many that the balance of the tower is knocked off my the time you get halfway done. Also, you can't stand well, so once the tower reached a certain height, it's pretty much impossible for you to add to it. You're also clumsy so you knocked it down multiple times as well," Logan explained a couple reasons why Patton was unsuccessful with his tower idea, causing the boy to pout a bit. "You were asking yourself to do something impossibly hard for someone who is mentally less than one year old. It's no shock that you weren't able to do it well, sweetheart."

"I guess I didn't think that through, huh?" Patton laugh at himself, looking kinda disappointed.

"Aw, baby. You're fine, I promise you." Logan spoke in a reassuring way before he kept speaking, "Now, next time you get frustrated like that, I want you to take deep breaths and then talk to me about what's wrong, alright? You're allowed to be upset, but throwing things and kicking people is not the correct response to that." Logan lightly scolded him, Patton obediently nodding.

"Okay, Papa! Gonna be better, promise!" he cuddled into his side, silently asking for comfort as he quickly regressed and fell into headspace. Logan softly kissed his forehead before replying,

"You're already perfect, sweetheart." Patton blushed at that, sliding his pacifier into his mouth. Logan used his power to turn on Mickey Mouse on the tv in front of them, summing Patton's stuffed bear and hand-held rattle from the play mat.

Patton spent the next hour or so babbling along to the Mickey Mouse characters, bouncing when he was excited, and shaking the blue rattle. His giggles always followed the rattle noises, and he seemed pretty content with the situation.

Of course, he eventually fell asleep cuddled up to his Papa. Some things never changed, like their dynamic. How much Logan cared for Patton, little or big. How grateful Patton was for everything his boyfriend did for him. How much the sides saw each other as family, as support.

But other things did.

And what they didn't know, is that a lot would change soon.

Very, very soon.

A/N: PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE: A) don’t hate me for not posting much, I’m having agere-specific writers block and I’m trying my best, and B) send your reactions to this in my inbox, I love seeing them! It can be the most random thing, a thought that popped in your head at a specific line, WHATEVER! Seeing positive reactions to my work encourages me to write, so please help a girl out. Okay, hope y’all enjoyed this!

#Agere!Sides AU #cg logan #cglogan #littlepatton #lilpatton #lil patton #patton agere #sanderssidesagere #sanderssides agere #ts agere

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writingkeepsmewhole · 4 years

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We’ve Got Time.

This is part 8 of Kitten. It’s so long but I love it. Let me know what yall think :) Also let me know how soon you want me to add smut. Okay thanks :)

Fic Summery: Sophia has never known love, her always picking the “good guy” him always turning out to be like a snake in the weeds. What will happen when shes took home one night by a “bad guy” him showing her things she never knew about herself.

Part Summery: Sophia goes to “work” with Dean.

Warnings: Maybe language

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Part 1 Part 7

By the time the movie was over I was still holding half a slice of pie, while Dean had already eaten his along with chips, a candy bar and two pops. I didn’t know where he put it but he seemed happy enough.

“You want to watch something else?” He asks me.

I shrug and smile.

“Or do you want to do something else?” He asks his green eyes, meeting mine.

It was an innocent enough question but it somehow sent heat throughout my body.

I shrug not having an answer for that. My cheeks heat up as I drop my gaze from his to the half eaten dessert in my lap. Dean follows my line of sight with a soft smile on his face.

"Are you going to finish that?"

I shrug again, making him chuckle.

"Do you want to finish it?"

I shake my head not hungry.

"Okay. Then don't eat it." He says smiling sweetly.

I smile back picking up the package and handing it to him.

He takes it from me and places it next to him, a yawn leaving his mouth.

He looks at the clock on his laptop scratching his stubble covered jaw.

"How is it already 3AM?" He says more to himself I think.

But I shrug just in case he's talking to me.

Running his hand down his face he yawns again laying his head back on the wall.

"Shit." He says scratching his cheek this time.

"I got a meeting in four hours." He says closing his eyes.

I chew my lip feeling back feeling like I was the one keeping him up.

Opening his eyes he turns to face me, his head still on the wall.

"I should probably just stay up, huh?"

I shrug earning a crooked smile.

"Yes or no please." He says, looking at me.

I chew my lip and shrug again not knowing how to answer that.

Lifting his hand he gently pushes my hair out of my face.

"Get four hours of sleep or stay up?"

Biting my lip holding up four fingers hoping he knew what I was saying.

"You're probably right. Sammy will be pissed at me if I mess up another deal."

I wrinkle my forehead wanting to know what he was talking about but I wasn't going to ask even if I could.

"I will admit I was a bit distracted last time. I was worried about you." He says closing his eyes.

I look at the side profile of him. It is just as perfect as the front of him. Men like him are only excited in movies or books. His jaw line would make the gods jealous. His lips were perfect and his eyes somehow made you feel safe and turned on at the same time. I don't think I ever felt this way about anyone. In just the few days I've spent with him I felt like I knew about him more than I ever knew about anyone. He didn't seem to hide himself and that was something I realized was what I always wanted. I wasn't going to admit it because then it would be true but I found myself wanting to be closer to him. Closer than what I'm sure he wanted to be with me.

I blush when a soft snore leaves his mouth. I wondered how long I sat there staring at him. I could have checked the clock but I was too embarrassed so I just closed his laptop.

I started to get out of the bed leaving him to sleep but when he took in a deep breath a soft groan leaving his mouth I stopped. Scared I woke him. I peek up at him seeing his emerald eyes on me.

"Where ya going?" He asks his voice husky with sleep.

I blush and smile softly.

"I'll walk you back to your room." He says moving to get out of bed.

I shake my head holding my hand up to stop him.

He does stop him looking at me.

I pat the bed telling him to sleep.

"You want to stay here?" He asks, wrinkling his forehead.

My stomach flipped at the sight. Him cute when he was confused. I blush remember him saying the same thing about me.

I shake my head pointing at him. I pat the bed, then point to myself and towards the door.

"Okay." He says yawning.

Scratches the back of his head he lays on the wall once again. When he snores again I think he might not even be awake.

Smiling softly I slowly stand up. Easing his laptop off his lap I lay it on his desk. Picking up my shoes I quietly sneak out of his room. I walk back to my own, closing the door behind me I lay down on my bed. A smile stays on my face as I slowly fade to sleep reminding myself of when I was a teenager.

I wake up to a soft knock. My mind and body are still always expecting an attack. I jump sitting straight up.

My eyes snap to the door seeing Dean gently opening it.

"Sorry, you can go back to sleep. I just wanted to tell you I'm leaving."

I nod a frown coming to my face before I can stop it. Not wanting him to leave. It is a new feeling for me. I normally didn’t care if I was alone.

“You okay Sophia?” He asks, looking at me his brow wrinkled in worry.

I smile at him and nod.

“You wanna come with me?” He asks, making me look up at him with surprise.

He smiles at what I’m guessing is my reaction.

“You can go. But we got to leave now so we can stop and get you something to wear.” He says gently.

I looked down at the clothes I put on what felt like days ago but was only yesterday. I should tell him no but I wanted to be around him. To spend more time with him.

I throw my legs off the bed quickly slipping on my shoes. I move into the bathroom, closing the door. I use it and brush my teeth and hair. Coming out only a few minutes later.

“Come on kitten.” He says holding his hand out towards me.

I smile and take it, him pulling me down the hallway. Dean lets go of my hand when we get into the car, making me feel sad for some reason.

I enjoyed the feel of his palm pressed against mine.

He pulls his phone from the pocket of his suit and presses a button then holds it to his ear.

“Yeah it’s me.” He says when the person picks up.

“I’m gonna be a bit late.”

“No, I didn’t oversleep. I got something to do first.” He says, making me feel guilty, I know that something was me.

“I’ll be there in thirty just show her your puppy dog eyes and we’ll be fine.”

“Yeah yeah.” He says ending the call and putting his phone away.

He glances over at me then back at the road.

“Why the long face sweetheart?” He asks like I would give in answer.

Sighing I shrug. Hating it more and more that I couldn’t talk. I open my mouth to try nothing but hot air coming out.

“Do you still have stuff back at your ex’s?” He surprised me with the question.

I look over at him and shake my head. Harry threw out about everything I owned or letting his girlfriend have it.

“So we are going to need to take you shopping.”

I shake my head not wanting him to do that. I already owned him enough.

“Relax Kitten let me spoil you.” He says winking at me, it makes me blush and look down.

I hear him chuckle his hand moving over to gently pat my knee. The blush grows when his large hand stays there, his thumb apsmindingly stroking my leg.

He does it the whole way to the store. It is a small clothing store downtown. He pulls into a parking space on the street in front of it then turns off the car.

“Do you want to come in with me?”

I nod and get out of the car.

He does the same walking around it and placing his hand on the middle of my back. A bell rings over my head as we walk in the smell of fresh flowers and money filling my nose.

It didn’t take two seconds to realize this place was going to cost more than I’ve ever made in my life.

“Dean darling, look at you.” Says an older red haired woman behind the counter. Her Scottish accent the first thing I notice.

“It’s been too long dearie.” She says walking up to us.

“Nice to see you too Rowena.” Dean says smiling at her.

“Well, don't be rude, introduce your friend.” She says looking over at me.

Despite the out of place feeling I had in my gut she looked at me as if I was dressed just as nice as Dean. As if I belonged on his arm.

“This is Sophia.” He says introducing me.

“Sophia? Beautiful name. So what can I do for you two?” She asks looking back at Dean.

“She needs an outfit for a business meeting that I should be at right now so if you could work your magic that would be awesome.” He says firmly.

“Of course dear.” She says poking his nose, making him wrinkle it.

“Come on sweetie.” She says looking over at me.

I freeze in place looking at Dean. I suddenly felt very alone. I couldn’t talk. The only one seeming to understand me was Dean.

“Only ask her yes or no questions. She's still too frightened to talk.”

“Frightened?” She asks looking from him to me and then back at him.

“Long story.”

“Very well, we can get you dressed up either way.” She says walking towards the right side of the shop which was women's clothes.

I follow behind her as Dean goes to sit down on one of the couches next to the dressing room. I can’t help the Pretty Woman vibe I get from this but it doesn't play out at all like that. Instead she takes my measurements frowning when she looks at them.

“You are far too thin dearie.” She says then helps me get dressed.

I got dressed in a simple black pencil skirt, a blue button up and a black blazer.

All I could think about was how I was going to fall and break something with the three inch heels she put on me. She pulled my hair up into a clip letting a few strands fall around my face and put a coat of mascara on my eyelashes.

“There you go dear your right as rain now.” Rowena says smiling at me.

I smile back at her and nod. Despite never really dressing like this I felt like myself.

I turn around to face Dean wanting his reaction. He was leaning back on the couch, his right foot resting on his left knee. His arms out to each side of him. Him dressed in business casual. I felt my body heat up just looking at him. It only grew worse when his green eyes looked me up and down and a smirk played on his lips.

“Perfect.” He says smiling up at me.

I smile back at him and look down over myself. I definitely felt better then I have in months.

“Well we better go.” Dean says pushing himself up and walking over to me.

He stood over me long enough to grab my hand then turned towards Rowena.

“You have her measurements pick her out a couple things I’ll come get them after work.”

“Very well.” She says shooing him with her hand, a soft smile playing on her lips.

He smiles at her and pulls me back out towards the car.

We didn’t ride very far, only a few blocks over Dean pulled into a garage and parked the car. He got out and was walking around to my side before I even knew what was going on.

Opening the door for me he held out his hand helping me get to my feet.

“This should only take an hour or so then we can go get some food.” He says making me smile.

He always seemed hungry or maybe he just wanted me to eat more.

He led me towards the elevator, stepping inside. My stomach flips feeling Dean place his hand on my lower back.

“You look nice.” He says making me blush and look at the ground.

“I’m gonna have to teach you how to take a compliment.” He jokes making me bite my lip and look up at him.

I nod wishing he would do that. I watch his eyes darken slightly then looking me up and down.

“There is a lot I would love to teach you.” He says his voice deeper. It makes heat settle in my lower stomach.

I bite my lip, wondering how he could have such an effect on my body. My breath catches in my throat as he takes a step closer to me. He lifts his hand gently grabbing my chin tilting my head back to look up at him. I barely notice my back being pressed into the wall as his other hand comes to rest next to my head. Him keeping me in place.

I take a deep breath watching as his tongue runs over his lip. Them curving into a smirk. My heart pounds in my chest as he leans closer. His mouth only an inch from mine.

I practically groan when a faint ding sounds. Dean does groan, him dropping his head.

Sighing, he lifts it back up and takes a step away from me.

“Saved by the bell huh?” He asks looking at me.

I’m sure I was frowning because he smiles softly. Lifting his hand he gently brushes his knuckles over my cheek.

“I’ll make it up to you.” He says leaning forward and kissing the top of my head.

It wasn’t at all what I wanted but it would have to do. Well I would have to live with it.

Placing his hand on my lower back he smoothly leads me through the twist and turns of the office building.

The comfort feeling I had all day quickly flew out the window as we passed by women and men who looked at me like I had three heads. Their eyes bouncing from Dean to me then back again.

I knew what they were thinking. I would be thinking the same thing I’m sure. Me and Dean were totally opposites. I didn’t belong on Dean’s arm. Even though I was dressed nice that didn’t hide the fact that we came from different lives.

‘Or did we?’

I couldn't help but look up at him as we walked. He greeted everyone he made eye contact with. He spoke kindly to others. He didn’t act like he was better than others. But he carried himself like he was the boss. He had a demeanor about him that made you trust him.

‘Was that what I was doing?’

No, Dean has taken care of me and has done nothing to make me distrust him. But I still couldn’t help but wonder about his past. Where he came from, how did he get to this point in his life? My mind was suddenly filling with questions I never thought of before.

“Sorry I’m late.” Dean says as we walk into a conference room.

It was like anything I guess, a large table with a bunch of chairs. A screen at the end of the room, windows lining both the right and left walls. It lets in light and lets who ever walked pass be able to see inside.

There were only two other people in the room. Sam and a brunette woman. Both of them sat at the end of the table with a few papers scattered out.

“Well what else would we expect from the playboy. I see you are now bringing dates to work.” The brunette says an english accent rolling off her tongue.

“Shut up Bella.” Dean says, making me look at him.

This the first time I have ever heard him say a harsh word. Well expect when he talked to Harry that didn’t count.

He pulls out a chair for me which I smile at him as I take. Him sitting next to me and turning to face them.

“Hello Sophia.” Sam says smiling kindly at me.

I smile and wave back.

“So what did I miss?” Dean asks, his hand falling on my knee. The other holding his head up.

Even though he has done that before I would have to admit it felt different when his warm skin touched my exposed knee.

“Sam and I were just discussing some of those lovely trinkets you have for sale.” Bella says, smirking at Dean.

It wasn’t a flirty smirk, more like a cocky one.

“Oh and what exactly were you willing to give for them?” Dean asks his thumb gently stroking my bare leg.

I take a breath and look at him then at Sam and Bella trying to focus on what they were talking about.

I knew I wouldn’t be involved in the conversation but I still wanted to know what was going on.

“It’s not me that’s buying. You know how this goes, I get things from you for my clients.”

“Look Bella I already told you the price. Take it or leave it.” Sam says letting out a sigh.

“Well Sam we both know that you're asking about one million too many.” She says, making me almost choke on air.

I had no idea what they were talking about but what the heck did they own that cost that much money? These boys dressed in jeans and flannel every day.

“Bella you know how this is gonna go. You remember the last time you tried to steal or dube us out of what you owed. Just pay the piper or sweeten the deal.” Dean says making my head hurt.

I was so confused.

She lets out a huff and starts digging through the papers.

“Fine but I want something else added for that price.”

“Oh yeah what’s that?” Sam asks, making me look over at him fixing his tie.

“I need an invite.”

“An invite?” Dean asks.

“Yes, your little friend Crowley has something I want but won’t meet with me.” She says mentioning the guy I met the first time I woke up at Dean’s house.

“And you want me or Dean to invite you to his club?” Sam says making me wonder if he was talking about the club me and Dean talked about.

‘Why would she want to go there?’ I think chewing on my lip.

I was definitely over my head in this conversation but I wasn’t about to stop listening.

“Well a member has to speak for me.”

“Fine, you got a deal.”

“Hold up Sammy. You don’t want to know what she wants with the owner of Hell?” Dean asks, holding his hand up, stopping his little brother.

“No not really.”

“Well I do. Spill it.” Dean says locking his eyes on Bella.

Sighing she bends over picking up her purse from the floor. She pulls out a picture of what I think is a whisky bottle.

“Booze? You want to go to a dungeon for booze?” Dean asks, sounding unimpressed.

“It’s only made and sold in a tiny area on the north tip of Caithness County. It’s expanse and hard to find. It happens to be Crowley’s favorite drink so he keeps plenty around. One of my clients is willing to pay good money for just one bottle so yes Dean, I want to go to a BDSM club for booze.” She says galring like he was an idiot.

“Alright fair enough. I’ll let him know your coming.”

“Lovely. Now who do I write this check to?”

“We can finish up in my office.” Sam says standing up.

“Perfect.” She says standing up and following him out the door.

As soon as it closed Dean turned to face me.

“Now that that is over do you want to grab some breakfast?” He asks sweetly.

I smile and nod at him, that sounding nice. I notice that this is the first time I wanted food in what seemed like a long time.

“Awesome there is a little cafe just down the street I’m sure you’ll like.” He says standing up.

Just like before he led me towards the elevator with his hand on my back.

I felt my pace quicken as we stepped into it. The events that happened last time are still fresh in my mind.

Sadly when another man got inside with us through my hopes right out the window. My hopes of what? I didn’t know exactly. I just knew I wanted to feel the same way I felt before.

The pounding heart and flushed cheeks sent a high I’ve never felt till I met Dean Winchester. I couldn’t help but think about the things we've talked about. I couldn’t help but to think about what it would be like if we didn’t get interrupted. What would have happened?

Would he have kissed me? Would he have done more than kiss me? How far would it have gone? Surely not that far. So why was my mind going to that?

By the time we reached the car I felt hot all over again from just thinking about it. I may not have been a virgin but I was definitely thinking new thoughts. Ones that might seem normal to others but to me seemed sinful in the best way.

“Are you alright?” Dean’s deep voice pulls me back to reality.

We were walking out of the garage and onto the sidewalk of the busy downtown street.

I nod and smile up at him, my face hot.

He lifts an eyebrow giving me a crooked smile in return.

“Really? Because you are as red as a tomato.”

I bite my lip and drop my eyes to my heeled covered feet.

“Tsk tsk eyes up here please.” Dean says making my stomach swirl.

I lift my head to look at him, his green eyes meeting mine.

“Does that red face have anything to do with what happened in the elevator?” He asks casually.

To the people walking past this would sound normal but it was far from normal. Wasn’t it?

I nod blushing.

He takes a step closer to me, making me take a breath, the smell of him wrapping around me.

“Are you wanting to do that again?” He asks gently, taking my head in between his hands.

“I don’t want you to answer me. Think about it. Really think about it. Because I don’t quit once I start something I finish it. So please Sophia when you are sure, tell me.” He says dropping his hands and taking a step back.

“Now let's go eat.” He says smiling.

I remember the first thought I had about him. About him being bipolar I just saw it again. How could he go from serious to smiling?

We walked a few more steps then Dean’s phone started ringing. He stopped to answer it. I could tell by the way he tensed up that something was wrong.

“On my way.” He says hanging up the phone.

“That son of a bitch.” He mumbles to himself.

I reach up and touch his shoulder making him turn to look at me.

“I need to get back to the office.” He says running his hand down his face.

“But I need to get you home.” He says, sighing.

“Crap.” He says looking around.

I frown, not used to seeing him upset. I softly touch his arm making his head snap up and look at me.

“What is Sophia?”

I open my mouth but nothing comes out. Sighing I point to my clothes making him wrinkle his face.

I point towards the way of the shop then grab my clothes again.

“You want to go stay with Rowena?” He asks confused.

I nod and smile.

“Okay, yeah that’ll work. I will come pick you up. Let me tell Sam I’m giving you a ride-.” He says digging out his phone.

I cut him off touching his hands.

I use two fingers moving them like legs.

“You're not walking.” He says firmly.

I can’t respond when his phone rings again.

“Damn it.” He says looking at it.

“Okay fine but do you know how to get there?” He asked, looking at me worried.

I nod and smile, having a rough idea.

“Go straight there get Rowena to call me when you get there.” He says rushing off towards his office building.

With each step he takes I feel fear and worry creep into my mind but I push it down.

I couldn’t really hang around his work all day and I was an adult. I could walk a few streets over. I chew my lip and start heading in the directions I think it is. I wrap my arms around myself feeling my heart race and my breathing pick up.

I was without a phone and in a place I wasn’t used to. I tried not to stop just pushing one foot in front of the other.

I took what I thought was the right street. Trying to remember if we turned left or right at each light. It took longer than what it should have but I found the store within a few hours.

I was tired and feeling frayed as I walked inside. My feet throb and I just wanted to drop to the floor.

“-Oh she just walked in.” Says Rowena behind the counter holding a phone to her ear.

“She looks fine. I’ll ask her. Are you alright dearie?” She asks looking at me.

I nod and smile at her. I was going out of my mind with panic but I didn’t get bothered on my walk so that was a plus.

I move to sit on the couch Dean sat on before taking a much needed breath. There were a few other people in the store giving me weird looks but I barely noticed. I was trying not to cry or scream.

“Here dearie he wants to talk to you.” Rowena says holding her cell phone out to me.

I smile up at her and take it from her.

“D-Dean?” I say, pushing his name out through my teeth. My vocal cords hurt the moment I use them.

But still I smile when I do it glad it wasn’t a fluke.

“You had me worried Sophia.” He says his voice breathy like he was holding his breath till he heard from me.

I smile and blush what he said.

I try to open my mouth again but nothing comes out making me frown.

“I’ll be there to get you soon. Why don’t you look at some clothes to kill time. Rowena says she already has some things picked out for you.”

I nod my head but feel stupid as soon as I do it. He couldn’t see me.

“See you soon Kitten.”

Smiling, I hand the phone back to Rowena. She smiles at me and takes the phone speaking into it as she walks back to the counter.

She returns a moment later, her gracefully sitting next to me.

“Well dearie, believe we have an hour or two to spend some Winchester money.” She says grinning.

I’m shocked when a giggle leaves my mouth. It is the first time I have heard myself laugh. I didn’t even know if I could anymore.

I grin widely and nod my head excited.

“Oh goodie.” She says jumping up.

“Now where to start?” She asks looking around the cloth covered walls.

She looks down at me, her eyes looking me up and down.

“Dean said you needed a bit of everything so I guess we start with the basics.” She says motioning for me to follow her.

I got up frowning as pins and needles shot through my feet.

“Oh feel free to kick those heels off sweetie we are not gonna need them.” She says smiling.

I return the smile and do as she says my feet feeling instantly better as I place my barefoot on the cool wooden floor.

I follow her quite surprised when she leads me to dare I say the lingerie section. She giggles at what I’m guessing is my jaw on the floor.

“Relax we are just getting what you need, nothing crazy. Unless you are into that.” She says holding up a silk thong.

I shake my head not at all into wearing this kind of stuff.

“Well what is it you like?” She asks.

I point to the simple boy shorts.

“These are cute but a bit boring. I think you would look amazing in these.” She says holding up boy shorts but they were a baby pink with lace covering them.

I have to admit that they are cute.

“Plus they come with a matching top.” She says holding up the matching bra.

It was the same baby pink and lace but the lace came down making what I’m sure what some woman would wear as a crop top.

Biting my lip I nod.

“Lovely, do you want to get one each color? We can get some simple one for that dreadful time of the month, but everyone should have something that makes her feel pretty.” She says putting the items into a large bag hanging off her elbow like I said yes.

She clearly knows my size as she grabs the pink pair, along with the white, red, and blue one.

I chew my lip knowing that this couldn’t be cheap. She rattles off stuff that makes me feel overwhelmed, throwing questions at me that I didn’t even bother to try and answer.

I couldn’t help but to let my mind wander from what she was saying, in turn letting my eyes wonder.

“Do you want that?” Rowena asks, pulling me from what I was looking at.

It was a nude pj set. It was silk shorts and a tank top.

I shake my head just thinking about how I would freeze in that.

“Well what kind of sleepwear do you like?” She asks as we walk over to the different options.

I pick up a thin black long sleeved shirt with a hood.

“Dear that is not sleepwear.”

I shrug and set it back down, sighing.

“But if that is what you like we will get it. These should look nice with it.” She says picking up a cotton pair of leggings.

I smile at her, as she helps me get a few different versions to sleep in. Along with some casual everyday wear. She was not at all surprised when I just picked out jeans and T-shirts. She joked that I didn’t have to dress like Dean just because he was paying.

I smiled at the joke but it made me feel bad knowing I was racking up a hefty bill.

When a ding rings out I lift my head to see Dean walking through the door. I roll my eyes at myself when I realize I smile as soon as I know it’s him.

“Ladies.” He greets walking up to us.

He seemed normally expect for the tenseness in his shoulders and his clenched fists. Rowena quickly went into a talking fit her not noticing it. I guess most people wouldn’t. But I did. Living with Harry’s abuse I got good at reading people’s body language.

At the moment I could tell something was bothering Dean. The only thing I hope has nothing to do with me.

His green eyes look over meeting mine making me drop my head and blush.

“Are you ready to go home?” He asked calmly.

Looking back up at him I open my mouth only a small noise coming out it not making a word at all.

Dean grins making me blush more.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Is all her things ready to go?” He asks Rowena as he gently takes my hand.

“Of course I’ll have someone bring them out to the car for you.” She says walking over to the counter.

“Perfect we will wait out there then.”

She waves her hand as if to say go ahead, her writing something down in the book in front of her.

Dean smiles at me tilting his head towards the door.

“Ready?”

I nod and smile more than ready to go. I had enough social interaction for one day. Dean leads me to the door only stopping long enough for me to slip my heels back on.

Once outside he walks me towards his car and holds the car door open for me. I smile as my thanks as I get inside. Dean then walks around the front of the car getting in behind the wheel.

I smile at him earning one back.

“You're getting better at talking I see.” He says kindly.

I shrug and blush not knowing what to say even if I could say it.

“That’s good. I want you to keep trying okay? I’ll be sure to give you a reward for your efforts.”

I cock my head to the side wondering what he meant by that. Also wondering what kind of reword. How could you reward someone for talking?

He smiles lifting his hand up to softly touch my face. His thumb brushing my cheek gently.

“Don’t worry I would let you choose it of course.”

I smile and lean into his hand closing my eyes as I enjoyed his touch. I wanted to ask him about his day if his problem got solved. But that was one to many words. I was barely saying his name.

I open my eyes as the realization hits me. His name. I could say his name so why couldn’t I say anything else? His name was simply four letters so I should be able to say other four letter words right?

“Are you okay?” Dean asks as I pull away from him.

I started to nod my head but decided against it. Instead I open my mouth determined to say something. Anything.

“Sophia, don't try so hard. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” He says softly.

A soft tap comes from the window. A well dressed man standing there holding an armful of bags.

“I’ll be right back.” Dean says getting out of the car and walking to the back of it.

As I hear him opening the trunk I once again try to speak.

Practices made perfect right?

I gently reach up and touch my throat as if that would magically make me start talking again. I close my eyes focusing on one word. When that doesn't work I focus on just one letter. Sounding it out and rolling it over my tongue.

I get so wrapped up in what I’m doing I jump when Dean opens the door.

“Y-y-yes.” I croke out. It was broken and sounding horrible but it was a word.

“Yes what?” Dean says as he climbs inside.

He stops and looks at me, hope in his eyes.

“Did you just say yes?”

I nod grinning.

“Say it again.” He says smiling.

“Y-yes.” I say through gritted teeth.

I smile brightly, Dean matching it.

“That’s so good Sophia.”

Without thinking I throw my arms around him excitedly. Before I have time to get embarrassed Dean returns the hug pulling me close to him. I take a deep breath, breathing in the scent of him. Cinnamon and leather.

Pulling away from me just enough I opened the eyes I didn’t know I closed looking up at him through my eyelashes. I watch him lick his bottom lip, it makes my stomach flip.

Taking in a shaking breath I tighten my grip on his shirt as his hand runs up my side, stopping when he reaches my face.

I don’t fight him as he tilits my head back making me look up at him. His hooded eyes fall to my mouth making me glup.

His name falls from my mouth as a breathless sound, it makes an almost growl leave his. I gasp as he pulls my face to his, our lips crashing into each other.

My eyes close as I melt into his touch. His warm grip holds onto my face as his soft lips work against mine.

Despite the heat building in my veins his kiss was gentle. Him slowly coaching me on what exactly to do. He drags his tongue slowly across my bottom lip. It seems to burn in the best way.

I wrap my arms around his neck, him pulling me closer so our chests are pressed into each other.

Despite him licking my lip he doesn't deepen the kiss. I’m shocked by the shiver that runs through me when his fingers dance over my throat before moving to tangle in my hair. I do the same to him, my body growing warm with each passing second.

I push closer to him a soft whine leaving my throat. Wanting him more than I’ve wanted anything in a long time.

My heart drops when he pulls away from me a frown painting my face.

“Relax kitten. We’ve got time.” He says breathless.

I blush at his remark, it deepens when I realize his top buttons are undone on his shirt making me wonder when I did that.

He smiles sweetly then presses a soft kiss to my forehead.

“Let’s go home. We have some things to talk about.”

Nodding I couldn’t agree more.

Starting the car he takes my hand and heads towards home. So many new thoughts swirling around in my head, and going off Dean’s hand placed high up on my thigh he was probably thinking the same thing.

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haikyuu captains x insecure reader who finally feels pretty x reader with a toxic friend

This story has like all of my favorite characters. I don’t even know how long this is but enjoy.

Warnings? None

Pairings? You’re friends with everyone so...

Characters? Kuroo, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Bokuto, Sugawara, and... others

You’d admit you’d had friends in your past. People who’d undermine your relationship. One relationship had scarred you in more ways than one and another had shown you what it meant to have true friends. If you were being honest, you never thought you deserved any better, and standing up for yourself against her seemed harder than it looked.

You'd tried in the past but you'd gotten nowhere, your friend attempting to blame your anxiety, depression and other health issues for the causes to your change. She'd blamed you for things you couldn't control and you believed her. Believed that it was your fault, that your change was negative. She'd manipulated you into believing that she couldn't be herself around you and that was your fault. That you were sensitive and that jokes don't hurt.

Slowly you realized your worth but no matter how many times you tried to help her understand how you felt... everything was suddenly your fault. None of it made sense, to your or your friends. You tried.

You did.

So tell me why after 7 years of blind friendship and 3 years of taking the blame and hiding behind a mask one silly thing ended it all?

Why after all that did it take that one tiny moment to break you?

Funny enough you were hanging out with friends. The captains of the volleyball teams, frenemies and rivals alike. You all we’re hanging out a few of your friends meeting you guys soon. The mall wasn’t as packed as you’d expected and you were grateful.

You had a few things to do while hanging out with the guys. Today was your day.

You’d traded your long sleeve, big sweaters and heavy jeans for something you’d been planning on wearing for awhile.

Bootcut fitted jeans, tank top, and a button down tight sweater. You’d never felt more beautiful with your makeup look, vans for shoes and jewelry. Everything fit perfectly.

To make the day even better you just so happened to get paid yesterday and cash in your $100 bonus.

Sugawara nudged your shoulder, “you’re sparkling more than usual today.”

You smiled, “I don’t know I just feel...” you didn’t know how to describe it. Was it confident? No you just felt, “pretty.”

A soft look passed in his eyes, “you’re always pretty,” he added, guiding you to the others.

Having heard his statement the others smiled, “yesss you are!” Bokuto hugged you quickly, as Kuroo smirked, “today’s look is different you sexy thing you.”

You blushed not expecting that compliment much less from him. Their words of encouragement made you feel even more confident and pretty.

Your mood however changed as a familiar ring tone shook your purse.

Lena 💋: what are you doing today?

Distracted for a moment by Bokuto who shook you and waved wildly at your friends. You instantly grinned forgetting about the message you’d read.

“Guys, thanks for coming!” You hugged all three girls.

Jasmine laughed, “you think I’d pass up a moment for our third piercing together? I think not!”

Reese rolled her eyes, “well what are we waiting for?” Everyone crowded the girls walking with them and complimenting their outfits. Oikawa and Iwaizumi not too far from behind them.

You stepped up to the crowd prepared to give your own compliments only to be stopped by a buzz.

Lena 💋: so you’re gonna read that and not respond? some friend you are

You knew she was joking. That was in her character. But dang.

You 🦋✨: sorry I’m out with some friends.

You looked up, “you guys look amazing!” And quickly added before another ding interrupted your mid compliment.

“Sorry,” you smiled sheepishly to the girls before walking to the side.

Lena 💋: you mean the boys? Oh

You 🦋✨: some boys some girls, but what?

You knew what was up but you wanted her to say it.

Lena 💋: I just thought we were gonna hang out today

You knew she knew you had plans today. In fact you’d told her when you could this week and she’d been excited for you.

You tried to be nice. You did. But it was getting harder and harder too.

Lena 💋: are you sure you should be out? what if your chronic pain acts up and you burden them?

You should have seen this coming. This wasn’t the first time. And you had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last. You were so tempted to close your phone.

Jasmine could see you on the side and to be truthful everyone else did too. They figured it was important if you’d stepped away.

Reese sighed, “let me guess it’s Lena?”

Jasmine shrugged, “I wouldn’t be surprised.”

Caylie your other friend groaned, “today was a good day and now y/n is sad,” and true to her word your mood had deflated drastically.

The others followed her gaze again to see that to be true. Your eyes were on the floor and you messed with your outfit clumsily as if second guessing. You pulled your purse down unzipping it, they’d heard the banging and clanking and they saw your determined eyes as you found what you were looking for.

You began rapidly texting.

Jasmine and Oikawa walked up to you. (Oikawa mainly to greet and compliment you.) That didn’t really matter once they both saw the last few messages.

Y/n 🦋✨: I’m fine I brought my medicine.

Lena 💋: that stuff will end up killing you before your actual disease

Jasmine was furious. What kind of person would say that? Oikawa was confused. How could this be the same girl he’s seen so many pictures of you with?

Lena 💋: anyways I miss you can we at least meet tonight?

You bit your lip debating on how to tell her that you’d be spending all day with your friends and the night with the girls. She didn’t like your friends hating how they “stole” you away so to speak.

You began typing slowly attempting to form your thoughts.

Y/n 🦋✨: I have plans tonight too and possible tomorrow what about maybe Monday or Tuesday afternoon?

Lena 💋: 🙄 lameeeee

You rolled your eyes and everyone saw it. You gripped your phone tighter. To be honest you didn't want to hangout, you'd dreaded it the last few times, but you’d done what you could. You tried to make new plans and you’d even held conversation while you’re supposed to be with your friends. You felt bad to be texting someone else while hanging out. You hoped they could forgive you.

Y/n 🦋✨: you’re lame Lena

And you turned off your phone. You looked up to see the concerned look of your friends.

You smiled sheepishly as if trying to hide your frustrations. But they’d seen it first hand.

Caylie frowned, “Was that Lena?”

You looked away your eyes falling on the sidewalk on the outside of the mall.

Jasmine shook her head, “You can’t ignore her today?”

You shrugged, “She wanted to hangout today.”

Reese was fuming, “I’ve seen you guys texts these past few days she knew you were busy today and she was even excited for you,” she added confused, “what game is she playing?”

Sugawara furrowed his eyebrows, “Game?”

Oikawa jumped in exchanging glances with Jasmine and you, “Wait Is this that girl who’s been your friend for years? That Lena?”

You nodded slowly tired.

You tried to ignore the buzzing only imagining what she could be saying.

Kuroo humorlessly laughed, “She seems desperate sounds like she doesn’t have a life.”

Reese snorted at his words, “I’ve been trying to say that for years now.”

Akaashi was confused, “I’m sorry how long have you guys been friends?”

Caylie, Reese and Jasmine turned to you.

You smiled nervously, “Give or take 11 years?”

Kuroo’s eyes bulged, “11 years and she treats you like that?”

Jasmine clapped, “thank you!”

You shrugged, “I met her when I was 5 and we were kids so you know the first few years we were friends. Close even. And now we’ve slowly grown apart,” you sighed pulling out your phone, “I want to take a step back and she wants to be roommates,” you smiled emptily.

Everyone could see how this affected you. Your mood changed so quickly. Almost as if you were tired of it or her. They knew you’d never want admit it not wanting to hurt her feelings but from what they’d seen she didn’t care about you like you cared for her. Her friendship had drained you. And today those few moments proved it. To them at least.

You opened your eyes surprised to see 43 messages and more coming.

Jasmine and Oikawa took the initiate to look over your shoulder.

“Holy crap!” Oikawa exclaimed, “she has no respect for your time or for you!”

That grabbed everyone else’s attention. Reese was prepared to fight and Caylie was concerned for you.

You attempted to calm everyone down, "Guys she didn't say anything mean-," you cut yourself short your phone recognizing your face as the messages finally showed.

They weren't mean, but you could tell by the way she worded things she was prepared for a fight. Whether it was sarcastic or not, you were sure it would all depend on how you answered.

She'd caught you at a bad time to make jokes.

Lena 💋: How am I lame? Come on with it y/n.... how?

That was the first three messages and the next 40 were counting in order to spam you.

Kuroo shook his head scrolling through messages himself careful not to click on them, "She's crazy!"

You groaned, of course you had to ruin everyone's mood with your own problems. You pulled your screen down, hitting the moon to silence calls. Everyone you wanted to talk to would either be meeting you soon or was right in front of you.

You smiled, "Sorry guys my phone is silenced, so i won't be worrying about her until after we hang out," you pushed your phone into your purse, "Yall now have my full attention."

Oikawa beamed, "About time! So happy you're fully with us now."

Caylie grinned, "I'm proud of you."

Reese furrowed her eyebrows, "You know she's gonna give you hell later right?"

You shrugged. On the inside you were terrified. The longer you don't answer the more agitated she'll get until eventually she won't even be able to talk to you without insulting every inch of your being. You'd been there before and thinking about it made your bones ache. You looked up seeing various faces, some proud, some confused and others nervous.

"Yeah, but today is about us, so let's enjoy it."

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