#also definitely fast friends with Sam

[starry-bi-sky]

i need to get this out of my head before i continue clone^2 but danny being the first batkid. Like, standard procedure stuff: his parents and sister die, danny ends up with Vlad Masters. He drags him along to stereotypical galas and stuff; Danny is not having a good time.

He ends up going to one of the Wayne Galas being hosted ever since elusive Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham. Vlad is crowing about having this opportunity as he's been wanting to sink his claws into the company for a long while now. Danny is too busy grieving to care what he wants.

And like most Galas, once Vlad is done showing him off to the other socialites and the like, he disappears. Off to a dark corner, or to one of the many balconies; doesn't matter. There he runs into said star of the show, Bruce who is still young, has been Batman for at least a year at this point, but still getting used to all these damn people and socializing. He's stepped off to hide for a few minutes before stepping back into the shark tank.

And he runs into a kid with circles under his eyes and a dull gleam in them. Familiar, like looking into a mirror.

Danny tries to excuse himself, he hasn't stopped crying since his parents died and it's been months. He rubs his eyes and stands up, and stumbles over a half-hearted apology to Mister Wayne. Some of Vlad's etiquette lessons kicking in.

Bruce is awkward, but he softens. "That's alright, lad," he says, pulling up some of that Brucie Wayne confidence, "I was just coming out here to get some fresh air."

There's a little pressing; Bruce asks who he's here with, Danny says, voice quiet and grief-stricken, that he's with his godfather Vlad Masters. Bruce asks him if he knows where he is, and Danny tells him he does. Bruce offers to leave, Danny tells him to do whatever he wants.

It ends with Bruce staying, standing off to the side with Danny in silence. Neither of them say a word, and Danny eventually leaves first in that same silence.

Bruce looks into Vlad Masters after everything is over, his interest piqued. He finds news about him taking in Danny Fenton: he looks into Danny Fenton. He finds news articles about his parents' deaths, their occupations, everything he can get his hands on.

At the next gala, he sees Danny again. And he looks the same as ever: quiet like a ghost, just as pale, and full of grief. Bruce sits in silence with him again for nearly ten minutes before he strikes a conversation.

"Do you like to do anything?"

Nothing. Just silence.

Bruce isn't quite sure what to do: comfort is not his forte, and Danny doesn't know him. He's smart enough to know that. So he starts talking about other things; anything he can think of that Brucie Wayne might say, that also wasn't inappropriate for a kid to hear.

Danny says nothing the entire time, and is again the first to leave.

Bruce watches from a distance as he intercts with Vlad Masters; how Vlad Masters interacts with him. He doesn't like what he sees: Vlad Masters keeps a hand on Danny's shoulder like one would hold onto the collar of a dog. He parades him around like a trophy he won.

And there are moments, when someone gets too close or when someone tries to shake Danny's hand, of deep possessiveness that flints over Vlad Masters' eyes. Like a dragon guarding a horde.

He plays the act of doting godfather well: but Bruce knows a liar when he sees one. Like recognizes like.

Danny is dull-eyed and blank faced the entire time; he looks miserable.

So Bruce tries to host more parties; if only so that he can talk to Danny alone. Vlad seems all too happy to attend, toting Danny along like a ribbon, and on the dot every hour, Danny slips away to somewhere to hide. Bruce appears twenty minutes later.

"I was looking into your godfather's company," he says one night, trying to think of more things to say. Some nights all they do is sit in silence. "Some of my shareholders were thinking of partnering up--"

"Don't."

He stops. Danny hardly says a word to him, he doesn't even look at him -- he's sitting on the ground, his head in his knees. Like he's trying to hide from the world. But he's looking, blue eyes piercing up at Bruce.

Bruce tilts his head, practiced puppy-like. "Pardon?"

"Don't." Danny says, strongly. "Don't make any deals with Vlad."

It's the most words Danny's spoken to him, and there's a look in his eyes like a candle finding its spark. Something hard. Bruce presses further, "And why is that?"

The spark flutters, and flushes out. Danny blinks like he's coming out of a trance, and slumps back into himself. "Just don't."

Bruce stares at him, thoughtful, before looking away. "Alright. I won't."

And they fall back into silence.

Danny, when he leaves, turns to look at Bruce, "I mean it." He says; soft like he's telling a secret, "Don't make any deals with him. Don't be alone with him. Don't work with him."

He's scampered away before Bruce can question him further.

(He never planned on working with Vlad Masters and his company; he's done his research. He's seen the misfortune. But nothing ever leads back to him. There's no evidence of anything. But Danny knows something.)

At their next meeting, Danny starts the conversation. It's new, and it's welcomed. He says, cutting through their five minute quiet, that he likes stars. And he doesn't like that he can't see them in Gotham.

Bruce hums in interest, and Danny continues talking. It's as if floodgates had been opened, and as Bruce takes a sip of his wine, it tastes like victory.

("Tucker told me once--") ("Tucker?") ("Oh-- uh, one of my best friends. He's a tech geek. We haven't talked in a while.")

(Danny shut down in his grief -- his friends are worried, but can't reach him. When he goes back to the manor with Vlad, he fishes out his phone and sends them a message.)

(They are ecstatic to hear from him.)

It all culminates until one day, when Danny is leaving to go back inside, that Bruce speaks up. "You know," He says, leaning against the railing. "The manor has many rooms; plenty of space for a guest."

The implication there, hidden between the lines. And Danny is smart, he looks at Bruce with a sharp glean in his eyes, and he nods. "Good to know."

The next time they see each other, Danny has something in his hands. "Can you hold onto something for me?" He asks.

When Bruce agrees, Danny places a pearl into his palm. or, at least, it's something that looks like a pearl. Because it's cold to the touch; sinking into Bruce's white silk gloves with ease and shimmering like an opal. It moves a little as it settles into his hand, and the moves like its full of liquid.

Bruce has never seen anything like it before, but he does know this; it's not human. "What is it?" He asks, and Danny looks uncomfortable.

"I can't tell you that." He says, shifting on his foot like he's scared of someone seeing it. "But please be careful with it. Treat it like it's extremely fragile."

When Bruce gets home, he puts it in an empty ring box and hides the box in the cave. He tries researching into what it is. he can't find anything concrete.

Everything comes to a head one day when Danny appears at the manor's doorstep one evening, soaking wet in the rain, and bleeding from the side.

[wandagcre]

drive you mad (part 1) | sam carpenter 🔞

(Mob Boss!Sam Carpenter x Fem!Reader)

You’re reunited with your old friend, Samantha Loomis, and she couldn't be any more of a puzzle to you. It doesn't take long to become entangled with her once again – replacing the previously wholesome hangouts; this time you find yourself being in her sheets way more often.

WARNING: dom!mob boss! sam, sub!reader, public sex, voyeurism, mirror sex, praise, degradation, fingering, poor communication, mentions of violence, hints of stalking, sam referring to you in spanish endearments (bc why not), not proofread +18 / men & minors dni. Words: 10k+

[ PART ONE of TWO | Next ]

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You liked the universe and its ways of diverting you into paths you never thought to cross paths once again.

Weeks ago, attending another lousy gala was against your whole will. It didn’t seem necessary to you, finding no difference whether your presence was something that would be amiss to the buffoons dressed in suits of your multimillion dollar company. Sure, you completely detested the idea, yet you gave it a chance, as your good colleague turned into a friend – was nagging you for days before the event. She insisted it was an opportunity (a scenario eerily familiar to your college days as if it was a mere frat party) you thought that might as well maximize these so-called connections, right? So, you caved in and went dressed to kill, anyway.

Funnily enough, the said colleague was nowhere to be seen even if she was the sole reason of your presence here tonight. She claims that she had the flu and so you were forced to take in the hors-d’œuvre by yourself.

Here you were, in a fitted beige-colored pantsuit. You didn’t know whether it was your fake it ‘till you make it mantra during work, but you managed to survive (so far). Sipping in your flute of champagne and socializing with people. Your feet were starting to ache and so were your cheeks due to the endless polite smiling you have done for the night. It was draining, so to say.

Just as you were on your way to the bathroom to do some touch up, a recognizable voice made its way to you.

“Please do tell me that you went here without a date, (y/n/n).” a sultry voice uttered directly on your ears and you turned to them too fast, almost getting a whiplash.

You haven’t heard of that for a while. It was a nickname that your closest friends and family called you by.

Lo and behold – it was Samantha Loomis. 

Your eyes fluttered as she left you flabbergasted for multiple reasons. Sam had you putting your hand on your chest, beating madly as if you’ve seen a ghost. 

“Shit. Sam, you scared me, Jesus. Can’t you say hello like a normal person?”

She bodied the suit better than every man in the room. Sam stood with hands in her pocket, an aura that can easily rival anyone else’s confidence in the room, her jet black hair was fixed in a neat ponytail. She was donned in a well put navy blue suit – truly tailored to her perfect figure, emphasizing her good attributes. Damn this woman. Sam was still taller than you and insanely oozing with attractiveness.

Another thing? This woman was the one you were silently pining over during your teenage years. You were also heartbroken when she left town abruptly, leaving no trace behind.

“Finished checking me out?” she says, cocky. “Not one hi for me? you’re still easily frightened, (y/n/n).” a smile ghosts on her face as if Sam knew a secret. “So, how are you? If you’ve got a mystery date for tonight, I’d say they are doing a bad job of keeping you entertained.”

“Hi. Happy now?” You immediately blush at her blatant flood of compliments. “And I’m fine. Really, I’m just here to enjoy the drinks and all, maybe a bit of expanding in the work field too. So, it’s definitely just me – a last minute decision.”

Sam nods, eyes trailing on you. 

“I’m more than happy to hear that. ‘Cause that also means I can do this–?” she reached for your hand and pressed her lips at the back of it, making you flustered more than ever.

You weren’t used to Sam being this direct. She was affectionate, but not to this extent. She was more laid-back as you recall, not as forward and not this flirty. Women had always been your achilles’ heel but to experience this with Sam in the present time – it was a no-brainer that your old feelings were being tested.

“You always do this to the women you encounter?” you raise an eyebrow.

“Just you, (y/n/n).”

The way she kept saying your nickname felt too intimate as it was the one you were previously called back in one of the towns you used to stay in. One that Sam was a part of until she moved again – a common occurrence in her life that she mentioned in passing – albeit you were somewhat expecting it, you didn’t actually think it would hurt that much still.

You were by each other’s side all night. She blossomed into a refined and sophisticated woman, answering questions from other gentlemen and business people in the room with unshakable confidence. It was apparent too, with how they looked at her with respect. Sam even introduced you to others too, by your respective job and all, definitely buttering up your good qualities too that you haven’t even realized that this was benefiting you in your long forgotten plans of exposure. 

“I don’t think I should be with you Sam,” you whisper close to Sam who had her eyebrows furrowed at your words. “Whatever your business is, it’s definitely beyond what I do. Wouldn’t it be sketchy? Or like using you? Because that’s not–”

“Now slow down, honey. It’s no problem with me. Honestly, I was just thrilled to have you by my side tonight and you deserve the good word and all. It’s still me, (y/n/n).” she assured you as she held you softly by your shoulder. 

Exhaling the distress away, your stomach soon fluttered at Sam’s intentions.

“I’m having fun too, just so you know.” You truthfully admit, stopping a stupid smile to spread on your face. Sam gleamed at your words, evidently content as you are.

Soon you were catching up a little with life. Sam asked you how long you have been away from your hometown and what brought you to a new one. You sheepishly say that a new start was long overdue for you and interestingly, Sam returns the same sentiment, albeit there was longing in her tone but it disappeared quickly as it went. Before you could attempt to pry for more, a new set of people were catching up to the two of you, making you sigh.

Sam murmured to you after the man had left. “That man is definitely a no. He’s got a good history of attempting to shag his secretaries. Bound to be kicked from their board soon. I assumed a terrible workload and possibly environment, too.”

“Noted. Crossing that one out immediately.” You snorted at her unfiltered yet helpful tip. “He was rather creepy with how he was staring.. It’s like his first time seeing a pair of boobs during Victorian times.” you quip and laughter filled your chest.

“Did he now?” Sam squinted her eyes. “Well… you’re absolutely a sight for sore eyes, alright.” You see her eyes now surely over the valley of your chest. 

Was she really checking you out? 

Another new information for you is that Sam had apparently grown playful. You were astounded to receive her gaze, you elbowed her side. “I’m just saying! But him? oh he’s not worth your time, is all.” Sam reasoned, petulant.

“And you’re no better.”

“Excuse me, I am. I was simply admiring you.” she quipped at you very quickly and sipped her drink.

“If you say so. And hey, what about her?” you subtly point at the tall, middle-aged woman you met earlier. 

“Uh-uh, also a pass. Better CEO than him and the others, for sure, but you could do better. A bit of the same as the old man, just a woman version of him on a somewhat low profile.”

You look with much interest now. For two different reasons – one, because you didn’t expect that and two, how exactly of a big shot was Sam to know all of this insider information?

“Doesn’t sound bad to me.”

Not for me. Sam murmured as she sipped on her drink. You look at her quizzically, obviously not catching her words. 

“Sorry, what was that?”

“I said, what about that one…” Sam subtly points out another person across from you. 

She listed out the company’s stand point, what they were looking for, and you momentarily tuned out – savoring her voice that melted in your ear.

“How do you know all of this?” You blurt out.

Sam was sporting a distant tight-lipped smile. “I own a few businesses from here and there. Can’t spill them all to you in one night. I have to remain mysterious so I can be interesting for you, don’t I, honey?” she tilted her head.

For the hundredth time that night, your heart pounded and cheeks were crimson once again, all by Samantha Loomis.

:: 

This morning as you flipped through the channels, it reported the death of a wealthy CEO, stabbed in most inhumane ways and his eyes were reportedly gouged out. 

Momentarily, you felt sick to your stomach until you realized that it was the same man who was a creep from the gala. You vividly recall Sam's words; with this man's business fluctuating badly and his poor work ethics, your thoughts gradually eased and snapped yourself out of it. He did see that one coming, you suppose.

You couldn’t be any more grateful that you’re far from that circle.

::

While you were terrified, it didn't stop you from going outside by yourself. Normally, this routine of yours is done during day time. However, resting got the best of your time this weekend and so with a resigned sigh, you came prepared with a pepper spray that you blatantly held as your free hand pushed the cart. Your stock of groceries wouldn't be done by itself, after all. Were you paranoid? (The answer is yes, rightfully so).

The mundane chore was going well. 

Until you were on one aisle, on your tip-toes, barely reaching the chips that were now placed a tier higher than normal. It’s like a trick and you were being played, as coincidentally, it was the last one on the rack. You irrationally listed this as a bad sign - change wasn't to be welcomed for you in times of horror.

The lighting grew dark and it shadowed you. it triggered your fight or flight mode as this person towered you from behind, the scent strongly engulfed your senses and so did their body frame, making you gasp as their front was almost pressed against you. 

They picked up the item for you and as you turned around, it was Sam.

She hasn’t preoccupied your mind for a while and you take in her presence as a fresh breath of air.

"Hey, pretty girl, I don't want you getting hurt." She joked and dropped the chips herself on your cart. 

"Fancy seeing you here," you retort with equal amusement to the woman in front of you. You thought it was unfair that she always stunned you as you saw her casual get up. 

Sam wore a bomber jacket and a navy baseball cap. She handheld her own cart and interestingly filled it with junk food, just like yours, and a couple of cleaning disinfectants.

"Do you usually shop this late?” Sam quips gently, hearing the concern in her tone.

You sheepishly smiled, "I know. But in my defense, work kept me late unfortunately. Or maybe it was me over napping..." admitting it out loud felt silly. "I don't have much of a choice. I ran out of stash in my pantry and while it's not really a good time.. wait, I don’t mean that with you, but what I meant is that, given the circumstances happening right now - it’s horrifying to be out and about."

Sam raised an eyebrow at your rambling. She found it endearing that you had to clarify each time how you liked her company. 

"And what circumstances are we talking about?"

"You know, the whole killing thing," you hushed down low and kept walking with Sam who hummed right behind you. "Haven’t you heard it yet? It honestly had me worried. I don't want to be put in that position."

You both come across the isle of candies, you picked up a couple of them. Embarrassment soon crept in the more you confided your fear out in the open and how you revealed your unhealthy fix of snacks in the presence of Sam, the woman you're swooning about.

"I see. That explains your trusty pepper spray," Sam nodded along in understanding. "Say, do you mind if I accompany you? Sticking together could be better, after all." she lightly nudged your side with her arm and swiftly took over to push your cart by her own.

An easy smile crossed your features. You can't say no to spending more time with her.

"I'd like that very much."

::

The simple scare and business exchange was the start of your reconnection with Sam. 

It seemed that Sam was sticking for good - or near you. At least, that’s what you thought so. Her place couldn’t be that far as you happened to come across her for a few times already. 

A few days later she surprised you, sent a rather straightforward message and opened up how she misses you (you almost fainted on that message). Come the weekend, Sam called you to say that she’s sending a driver to pick you up around 6 PM. After you gave her your address, Sam notes to dress in nothing strict and formal as the gala, and you quote Sam who said in her own words: just bring your pretty self. 

It was rather bossy and forward, if you were being honest. Though your senses dulled it out of bias, being Sam’s friend in the past she hasn’t done anything to put you in harm.

Another thing that brought you to a conundrum was how it sounded like a date but you didn’t want to be that hopeful – even with her endless flirting. You simply note it as another Sam evolution; a part of her confident self. The driver who picked you up was dressed in casual business attire, no older than late 20s, gave you a polite smile. He introduced himself as Martin and referred to Sam as Ms. Loomis and as you were in a phone call with her, she immediately confirmed to you that it was indeed your ride.

Relief washed over you, feeling secured enough with the whole get up. Especially with the case of brutal murder as of recently.

Arriving at the place, the door was opened for you and he mentions that he’ll be parked at the same place. The restaurant itself was one of the places you haven’t had a chance to visit yet, mostly because you didn’t feel zealous to spend a lot of money on a glorified casual meal. The ambience striked your interest immediately, the interior was cozy, and welcoming – especially for whatever they served, the aroma made your stomach rumble. 

Looking around, it was opposed to what you expected – there was no single sight of business suits hovering in the place. They were stuffy people in casual attire, maybe.

“You made it.” Sam stood up from her seat and your eyes fluttered at her beauty once again. Her floral scent was hypnotizing and covered your senses as she went for a hug. “How was your ride?”

“It was nice. I like your car,” you timidly say as Sam pulled a chair for you. 

“And I like your outfit. You look so beautiful, (y/n/n.)” Sam’s words were earnest and crimson quickly spread on your cheeks and rose up to your ears.

The stark contrast of her in formal attire with slick ponytail was apparent, yet equally so attractive. Sam stood in plain tight polo, baggy pants and some sneakers with her hair loose. She gave you a warm smile and her eyes also did a once over to your figure; you were dressed simply in a knitted zip top that hugged your torso, some trousers, and decent platform shoes. 

“Says you. You’re absolutely charming, it’s unfair.”

“Don’t start that with me, honey. We’ll be here all night arguing about that.”

Sam grinned at how you affectionately rolled your eyes at her quip. As you settled in and looked at the menu, you noticed the familiarity. It was on par with your tastebuds. She definitely remembered your type of crowd. You hid a smile with this information.

However, your joy was temporarily cut off as you noticed the server giving Sam the heart eyes as she took note of the order, although the latter paid no mind, swiftly reiterating your orders with her polite smile, it didn’t stop you from getting irrationally bothered on the inside.

You should have seen this coming. Surely, other people were bound to find Sam attractive as much as you do.

“Have you ever been here?” Sam eagerly questioned, her doe-eyes all on you. “I was nervous to pick a decent place, to be honest. I didn’t want it to be stuffy and stiff, but not too casual – only because I wasn’t so sure with your taste now, so I relied on my (y/n) senses.”

You were quick to nod off, “No. I was interested but I never had the chance.” a slow appreciative smile spread on your lips. “Your senses were right - don’t worry, Sam. They definitely serve the type of food I like. I hope you didn’t compromise that much for me." While you liked the thoughtfulness, you wanted Sam to have a good time as well.

“Well, that’s great! It means you can enjoy it with me that way. Don’t worry, based on their menu it seems appetizing for me, too.” her eyes lit up assuring you, and it was an adorable sight. She showed you another side of her again, reminiscent of how you remember her relaxed state and wasn’t as constricted from the gala held days earlier. “I have to ask.. is this setup okay with you? In case you’re… seeing someone.”

You’re surprised at her interest at your love life. Her attention remained fixated on you and it made you blink couple of times.

“Definitely not seeing any woman right now. Nothing recently.” you hint your preference, in case Sam hasn’t picked up on it yet even before. You haven’t come out back then. 

Sam smiled at your response. “That’s a relief. Means I won’t be breaking any faces any time soon.” your eyes widen at her words. “I’m kidding, (y/n/n). Or not.”

You nod along at Sam’s words with an unsure smile, not knowing what she exactly meant by that. You shrug it off as her odd humor. 

“What about you, any lucky person yet?” you asked, it was your chance to know more about her too.

A playful smirk was written on Sam’s features. 

“Funny thing is that it's the same case for me, I haven't gotten around it for uh, for some reason.” she ended sheepishly and shuffled a bit on her seat. “I could be eyeing on someone, who knows. But I have to be mysterious to you.” Sam’s voice dropped an octave lower. If you didn’t know any better, your delusions would think that she’s implying suggestively to you.

While her vague answer didn’t provide you what her type was, it was a relief for you to know that Sam is not off the market yet.

Both of your smiles barely wore off since then. Soon you were finally eating your go-to food and Sam with her chosen pasta. You debate whether you should finally ask Sam of her sudden disappearance, but you really didn’t want to spoil the mood either.

“Are you okay? Something wrong with your meal?” Sam leaned in to you and you quickly motioned no. 

“No, no. It’s just– I want to know, why did you have to leave?” you can’t help it but the hurt dripped on your tone. “It was so sudden and I haven’t heard from you since then… and now, you’re here again.”

You felt silly because it was a long time ago. Seeing Sam in flesh again gave you a whiplash, you valued her presence as she was your confidant during your hard times. If it weren’t for the gala, maybe you’d be left wondering until now, you’ll never know.

Warmth covered your hands, surprised that Sam has taken them to intertwine with hers.

“I can’t say the full details yet. But.. I’m here to stay. Believe me, honey. What happened then - it has something to do with my father. You knew how unstable things were at home, right? And I was expected to… step up into things at a faster pace than I can ever imagine,”

You only had a slight idea – if Sam before wasn’t very talkative and open – it was a thing that definitely remained until now. Sometimes their house was rowdy, full of men that wore notable sparkly ostentatious accessories. You only knew that his father’s job was demanding and that he was uptight, didn't want Sam to be out late, she had to sneak to parties, and was harsh with his words - even in front of you. It reflected the fear that glinted in Sam’s eyes when you were caught at their house, at the same beat, Sam also seemed to respect him. It was odd and the similarity of her tone was not lost on you but you didn’t push further.

You also wondered how Sam's sister, Tara, is doing and most likely all grown up now. 

“Is it enough for you right now?” Sam meekly asked you, hopeful glint in her eyes.

You mimic her playful smirk from earlier.

“Only if we get mint ice cream right after this and I’m paying.”

Sam let out a relieved sigh, leaning back to her seat and an easy going grin gracing her features once again. 

“Alright, whatever your heart desires, (y/n/n).”

::

After a wholesome reunion (or date?) the two of you were on a weird loop. At least for you. She was bearing gifts that weren’t so little at all – packages were being sent to your house, always coming with a handwritten note that said ‘reminded me of you’ with a scribbled wink, sometimes a heart, and seeing Sam became a part of your routine. It was all you looked forward to every week – seeing Sam – that your friends even asked whether you were dating someone as you appeared more occupied than ever.  

At this point, you have visited restaurants and stores you could only imagine. Sam mentioned that having to try delicacies with you was a terrific experience, she liked your honesty and fun quips of critique. Although it shifted to something you’d say – a bit odd. While she was warm and welcoming, she never stopped by at your house.

Although you weren’t going to lie, it made you curious. Disappointed, too. Was she embarrassed enough to avoid being seen dropping by in the eyes of the public, in an intimate way? Granted, there wasn’t anything intimate going on. 

Other than that, it dawned to you how tactile Sam was with conversations. It was always knowing something new and familiar, never delving into something deeper.

For her sweet quips, you remain confused whether it was flirty and intentional, after all, you didn’t think that Sam was to take interest in you romantically speaking. So, it was a challenge for yourself to not get any less flustered. Especially when you’re crushing over her.

::

"Hey, pretty girl. Wanna eat out tonight?" Sam smoothly asks you from the other line and you snorted at her forwardness.

You peer over your window at the kitchen before shutting the blinds. You didn’t know whether it was still the lingering paranoia you felt over the gruesome murders and the irrational fear that you could be next. 

What if they were watching you?

"Dunno Sam," you scratch your nape, debating your answer as you remembered the events happening outside. "Is it safe? A brutal death happened recently. And you know, honestly, Sam – it rattled me a little more than I thought it did."

"Is this about the CEO? Honey, I've told you that he was already in deep shit. his decisions have probably caused him to dig himself into a bigger mess unimaginable."

The lack of care in Sam’s tone surprised you a little. But your mind weighed in the facts; these were billionaires who fucked up, didn’t do anything good for the others, and put themselves in the wrong crowd. You give Sam credit for that similar thought as you assume.

"Okay, but still…"

You hear Sam cooing in sympathy. "If it helps, I have my men around. We’ll be safe. You’ll be safe with me, don't worry." she promises with conviction enough for you to believe her.

You hummed as you rethink your answer. You wanted to hang out with the woman you've been crushing over (again) and having an idea of how her bodyguard's in question are built, you feel yourself leaning more to saying yes. 

"I guess that helps yeah- you just had to be so damn convincing, didn't you?" Even if this was a call, you can already see the stupid grin that Sam has now. "Alright, I'm sold with that. I'll see you later, Loomis." you playfully sing-songed to which Sam giggled as you dropped the call.

::

“Let’s try something new today.” Sam said in her low voice and to your surprise she held the car door open for you in the passenger seat and you weren’t in the backseat this time.

“Don’t we always?” you refer to your eating escapades with her. 

To your shock, Sam went to the driver’s seat. 

She was the one driving for today?

“Nuh-uh. We’re going to my house.”

“What?”

You turn your head fast to face Sam with your expectant eyes; filled with surprise and excitement. After all, your brain was racking itself with much curiosity of what is going on with your friend slash crush’s personal life. When Sam caught the glee in your expression, her own eyes crinkled at the corners and muttered something about how adorable you are.

As you parked outside, you noticed familiar vehicles that tailed the one you and Sam were in. You only saw a few of them before, the men only looked at you out of politeness – as if their eyes weren’t around to linger – and they were more pliant with Sam. It instilled an idea that your friend was this much of a respected person.

“Don’t worry, they’re with us.” Sam informs you and you were shy of how evident you were glancing at the side and at the back. 

You took tentative steps inside her home, surprisingly it was bursting with colors. It was apparent that Sam liked the idea of experimenting when it comes to style, as her interior and decorations felt straight out of magazine.

In her living space, she offered for you to sit first. She looked messy this time – not as neat after work, her hair down again instead of the usual ponytail, which seemed unnatural for someone so polished for her professional state.

“This was all of a sudden, sorry. I can’t… I’m a shit host for tonight. I’m honestly not feeling well today. I can get someone to fetch our food, whatever you like, it’s on me mi quierida.”

“You could’ve postponed this thing that we have. I mean, I don’t mind.” Okay maybe that was a complete lie – but you didn’t want Sam to feel forced.

Sam tilted her head. “And risk depriving myself of not seeing you? I do mind that. More than you can imagine. I guess you could say that I selfishly wanted you all by myself tonight, regardless.”

You feel somersaults in your stomach – making you squirm at your seat. Before you can process her words further, your attention panned to Sam’s hands and grew alarmed as you saw a faint view of her knuckles were red, you figure it'll be bruising the next day. She tried to hide it a lot as soon as decent lighting was present. Sam discarded her silver watch and then removed the champagne from the bucket near her to submerged her closed fist as it contained ice. It clinked against the metal, and as seeing her face, her chestnut eyes kept fleeting over you – observing.

"What exactly were you doing anyway?" Amusement was in your tone, although concern crept in quickly. You didn't want Sam to be hurt in some fight club. Or any way, for that matter.

Sam beckons you, "Come here." she softly uttered. as you did, her free hand rested on your lower back. "I ran into a small inconvenience. I guess you can say that I handled it well." 

You snorted at her poor joke. A boyish smile spread on her pretty face.

"If you're joking with that shitty pun… I'll take your word for it, Loomis." You slid an arm around her neck, patting her shoulder affectionately. 

It was truly a gesture meant to be playful but it appeared that it became a cause to shift things between you two. The proximity made you hyper aware with your heartbeat pounding loudly by the minute. You can’t even look Sam in the eye, remaining frozen.

"Uh-huh. You should trust me with it, mi quierida. You know I always mean well.”

Sam smirked, as though she knew something you didn't. She was difficult to decipher at most times but you shrug it off, noting it as a part of her charm. It was her thing thenand apparently, until now. 

Case in point: her sneakily trailing her hand lower as they were, now resting on the slope of your ass. She grabbed you by its underside, feeling her fingers digging into the flesh. Knees growing weak at the contact, you barely stifle a gasp. It was surprising yet very welcomed and better than you imagined.

She rubbed her calloused hand back and forth on your back soothingly. "Stay... stay the night with me.'' Sam whispered as she nosed the crook of your neck, her breath against your skin spreading goosebumps.

It was an all-too familiar scene, however, Sam was bolder.

“Let me give you your present for tonight,” Sam husked out, her face moved to bite on your earlobe – her hands needy all over your body. “or… just say the word and I’ll stop,”

You were pulled in, moaning as you finally cracked through the tension. Both of you no longer teetering in friendly boundaries. It was hard not to – not when it was Sam you adored for a great chunk of your life and how her siren eyes were pierced onto yours. As Sam was nervous, you were simply stunned and returned the same feeling as you did.

"Okay,” you responded shakily yet you moved with an ounce of bravery, finally affirming your answer by grabbing Sam by the nape and lips crashing with much need, electrifying you.

Sam devoured you in her satin sheets until you were swollen, frazzled, and dripping. 

::

The next day, you discover that another case of murder has happened in your town. This was an odd occurrence, as while death is inevitable, it was surprising to hear more of them happening in a short period. More so, it was unusual to hear of a brutal case in your normally nonchaotic town.

Fear began to creep into you as your colleague mentioned it was another CEO yet, this time it was the woman whom you've also met from the gala – being there, meeting these people and hearing them as nothing but reported deaths now felt like a bad omen. It created quite the buzz in your workplace, after all it was one of your company's competitors, too.

Shiver ran down your spine; you couldn't be next, right? 

If you were to follow the pattern, it only suggests isolated killings of wealthy figures and you couldn't be any farther from that. You were another normal person who’s only trying to get by.

Then you remember Sam and the extra security she provides to you. All this time she had kept you safe and away from harm. You found solace over the thought, so you exhale and tried your best to let go of your worries.

::

In all honesty you were only expecting to pull connections that can land you higher positions that promised bits of grandiose escapades in between – all tied to your work during that gala – and you’re surprised that you landed in Sam instead, though in a much more compromising position that ignited your whole body for days. Sometimes you can’t even move due to soreness. More often, you burned and yearned for Sam’s touch. 

It’s like the woman imprinted on you.

Sam finally brought you to her actual place which was a good breaking point. As soon as you saw past the soaring entrance and the modern architecture that greeted your wide eyes. So far, it appeared that she was indeed the only one based on your frequent stays – only men in between casual and formal attires, some being her bodyguards and maids as well were around the area. 

You were surrounded by a lavish wardrobe that you can only dream of. You were amused that you share similar skin-care products as her when you first used her personal bathroom. It was a good coincidence, it made your stay-ins much more comfortable and efficient.

The spacious place felt intimidating to your bones as you walked around halls and doors after one another, although you’ve handled much more terrifying things that were specifically this she-devil.

It was a surprise to you how she can swoon you with her gentleness and barely any of that remains in the bedroom activities. She was absolutely rough and domineering.

She continues to take you to different places you’ve never been to before. Though, now they were private and more high-end properties. Today, Sam took you today to where you wouldn't normally get your sexy undergarments. 

It was sultry and inviting to the ladies. The assisting ladies were polite, kept a minimal distance, and didn’t blatantly stare unless their attention was called to. You and Sam came by fairly early, hence the lack of people, you assume. You were fascinated with the quality of the garters and fabrics that felt different on your fingertips. 

One of her men, Martin, stood by inside the store. Sam assured you that everything was fine, it’s only a precaution and more of a just-in-case business thing. She kissed you before you could ask anything else, effectively distracting you.

Finally having both of your picks, you were welcomed by another part of the area where the sconce's recessed light only added to the thrill that was covering the lavender hall of the boutique. It certainly made the atmosphere downright sinful and erotic. For a minute, you thought that maybe you can handle being Sam’s dirty secret. You felt so dizzy. Feverish. Needy.

Sam placed a final kiss to the side of your neck before she was gently ushering you to go, seeing the familiar look of hunger in her eyes as if she was controlling herself - it made you shiver with the same desire - then you went in to fit.

You nervously stood in front of the mirror, doing final touches on the laces. Sam insisted that she prefers seeing you fit the lingeries instead of her dropping them on your face out of nowhere – something you appreciated.

Slipping yourself into the intricate laces of the lingerie, you were unable to stop nitpicking on the blemishes and stretch marks that were on your skin and how apparent they were beyond this flimsy material that attempted to cover your intimate parts.

“Don’t forget to show them to me, alright?” Sam hollered from the other end.

You try to suck it up, being snapped out of your insecurities. “Wanna come in here?”

“No, come out here.”

In disbelief, you shook your head no even if Sam couldn’t see it. What did she mean by that?

“Are you crazy? There’s… there could be people out. Just come here,” you whisper-yell to Sam.

“There’s no one. We arrived early and just – trust me. It’s only me out here, seated, completely alone.”

You hesitantly move the curtain in the fitting room and step out. Indeed it was silent and no one was there just as Sam reassured. It helped that the room was actually just for the two of you. As you stood there, you felt so naked and raunchy, being were dressed in nothing but lingerie.

“What’s the verdict for this?”

Sam was manspreading on the emerald upholstered chair and you stood in between her legs, inquisitive. 

“Oh, baby.”

“How is it…?” you fiddle with the laces, not meeting her eyes.

Sam looks at you with her mouth agape. She didn't say much but surprise was written on her face. You cannot help but overthink still, as your skin wasn’t flawless nor ridiculously skinny like any other models that Sam surely had been entwined with at one point… or even now. 

“Hey, are you feeling okay, (y/n/n)?” Sam questions and taps on her thigh. “You aren’t comfortable with this one, are you?” she worriedly asks, her hands on your side, rubbing to soothe you. “Because you look so stunning to me, god,”

You refuse to meet Sam’s eyes, “I- I don’t think I look flattering at these. I’m no model, Sam. Surely you had better.” the distaste on your tone didn’t go unnoticed by the woman who frowned at your words.

Your insecurities began to gnaw in rapidly; what if Sam had other women on days you weren’t available? It made you sick to your stomach.

“What makes you think that? Oh, baby this is the best I’ve ever had.” Sam tugs you by your forearm and while you are teary eyed, she places a gentle kiss at the back of your hand. “I’m sorry if you felt forced to do this. You can take it off now if you want. If I’m being honest, I only thought of wanting to see you strip for me."

The explanation had put your mind at ease. It definitely gave you a sense of comfort that to some extent, you do matter to Sam.

“We could have thought of something else. I.. I’m just not feeling this, Sam, it doesn’t fit me. I’m sorry.”

Sam's heart sank at your words. You weren’t to blame at all. Soon, you felt her fingertips subtly tugging down your skimpy underwear to which you put your hand above hers, halting her movements.

"What – Sam, someone might see us," nervousness washes over your expression, you don't want to get caught in such a vulnerable state.

Sam only looked at you with her dilated eyes. "As if I'd let them see this. Trust me, we just have to be quick, princesa, because I can’t wait much longer.." her fingers smoothly went to hook her fingers under the garter of your underwear and moved to grab the base of the fabric. “Let me apologize to you in this way.” She gave it a pulling tug, your moan vibrating in the small space as it deliciously cupped your pussy lips. “You look so beautiful right now, (y/n/n).”

You barely stifle a moan from erupting out of your mouth and feel yourself drip with wetness.

“My pretty girl is getting turned on with a fucking wedgie? You’re just as turned on as I am, aren’t you?” Sam moistens her lips, “So pretty and all for me. You can’t be loud in here baby, I need you to stay quiet. Don’t want others to hear you moan.”

“Thought- there was no others,” you whimper at Sam who only smirked.

“But the assistants are outside. Can’t have them knowing you’re such a whore for me, hm? Now turn your back to me and look at your pretty reflection.”

Nodding your head profusely, you swallow the lump in your throat. It made Sam chuckle in delight, her eyes gleaming. She pulls up the fabric once again, you’re sure that a wet patch is now evidently staining it. She pokes it with the pad of her two fingers and brushes them back and forth, the friction bringing you pleasure.

She interrupts your reverie by halting her motions, unclasping the bra off you and the intricate straps – one your eyes lingered to – only you didn’t realize that Sam saw the dismay on your face, as though it didn’t fit you. It would be an understatement for Sam to say that she abhors seeing you treat yourself this way.

You observe her hooded eyes now full of desire as she looks up to you – it’s undeniable with how it matches her actions, feeling Sam’s thumb pressed then on your back muscle, letting go to run over her hands all over your torso. It’s soothing although given your position, you feel the want and her touch intoxicating you.

“Sam, please.” you begged, ass pushed to her direction with your posture bent over. 

She merely laughs and smacks her hand hard on your ass. The sound echoes in the dressing room. You hissed at how it stings.

Sam had always found your curious look so endearing. You always looked so ready for her to take, attentive, always so curious and beautiful.

She moves her hands agonizingly slow and sensual to your hip bones – brushing her thumb against them – to the skin right under the curve of your ass. You shriek out loud with eyes rolling back to your head, temporarily forgetting that you’re in a public place as Sam notches it up by squeezing you tenderly. 

Repeatedly.

“Look at the mirror, (y/n)” Sam sternly orders. You shudder with eyes wide, still not moving. “My little bunny is not dumb, aren’t you, my sweet thing? Don’t make me repeat myself.”

You gulped audibly and a string of moans were pulled out of you as Sam kneaded your supple breasts pleasingly. Being bare while Sam was fully clothed made you uneasy. Looking at the mirror didn’t feel right - seeing yourself become this needy and you meet Sam’s eyes in the reflection. What was her point in doing this? You don’t know either how it intimidates you yet a tinge of excitement is unmistakably laced underneath your impression. While you weren’t new to her roughness, this was particularly still felt exhilarating to you. 

Lost in a haze of lust, the ambience changed within the store – it felt as though you were trapped in a heating chamber. It’s charged and so electrifying to be in a compromising position with Sam – while it was a secluded and high-end one that provided privacy, you hoped that no one barged in soon.

Sam left a kiss on your lower back and feeling her hot breath brush on your skin made you shiver run down your spine, snapping you out of your worries. 

“I’m going to need you to sit between my legs, (y/n/n). And I’m gonna fuck you with my fingers until you understand in your pretty head that you’re beautiful, hm?” Sam’s words echoed titillatingly on your whole body, your breath hitched and bothered.

Soon as you sat hesitantly onto the couch between her legs, Sam gripped it and opened it wide for you as she saw you squirming and shakily closing your legs. You saw yourself in the reflection - how bare you were. And all you can think about is Sam and how you’re about to soil the velvety seat. She tuts at your shyness and manoeuvres her hand, wrist curling as she glides one finger over your soaked slit, gasping at how you were already so wet – teasing you.

You sharply inhaled, chasing more of Sam’s touch. “Told you that I’m gonna fuck you in front of this mirror, baby. So don’t hide yourself. I’d like to keep you like this, so gorgeous and ready for me.”

Sam did it for you – adjusted her own thighs to accommodate your legs, placed them on top of hers and spread them for you to see how exactly you were dripping. The wetness trickled down the expanse of your inner thighs out of your folds. Sam had a wolfish grin, what you’d describe as predatory and hungry for you. Lolling your head back to Sam’s shoulder, you hear her grunt as she glides her fingers now directly to your folds, eventually entering inside of you.

The sloppy sounds of your wetness echoed in the room. It didn’t help that you felt Sam pressed the base of her palm against your pelvis as her curled fingers rammed madly inside of you. You were pouring out your arousal.

“Oh Sam, oh fuck– fuck, fuck!” heat rose on your belly, coming in waves. Sam responded by pressing kisses on your now sweaty face.

“Mm yeah? More?”

“Yes, yes… Please, Sam!”

You were lost in the haze of lust, driving you dizzy, as your pussy kept pounding with Sam’s rapid thrusts. A slew of guttural moans were out of your mouth – not even minding how loud you are now. You feel how your own core clenched and sucked the entirety of Sam’s fingers, taking a peek in the mirror proved it enough – it was a terrible decision for you.

“Open your eyes, come on now, my good girl. Don’t want you to miss out on how beautiful my sight is.”

Your teeth caught your bottom lip, you comply for Sam’s sake. She called you a good girl, after all. You kept bouncing on her slender and now thoroughly soaked fingers, your slick all over her pants and you saw how it trickled down to damp and darkened the very upholstered chair. Seeing yourself blushing and so fucking used, your pussy squeezed once again over Sam’s fingers and to both of your delight, her thumb pried and did circular motions to your clit.

The pleasure shot you straight in waves over your body and vibrated so deliciously. 

You meet Sam’s thrusts and as you bounced, you also saw how intently focused she was on your reflection.

“God, look at these tits,” Sam roughly squeezed the flesh, making them aggressively jiggle. “I fucking love having you like this baby. Aren’t you my good girl?” she hotly whispered to your reddened ear, giving your earlobe a bite.

Her other hand that supported you by the waist, crawled up to grab the very breasts that she verbally appreciated. 

“Come on, say it.” Sam gave it another squeeze – plenty that made you mewl – and tugged your perk nipple harshly. “and look at me as you do.”

“Yes, yes, yes! I’m.. I’m your good girl!”

“Mine only,” Sam growled and you felt her teeth sinking in the skin of your neck, biting and nipping. “Oh how I wanted you for so long, like this for me…”

You moan as you turn your head, not minding the awkward angle, not in this needy state of yours you did mind. Neither did Sam, who was visibly appeased with her pearly grin as you do – even more when you shifted your gaze to the mirror and this time, you actually stared at it. 

“Such a pretty thing, aren’t you?”

Your hand slithered to Sam’s nape, who was almost as breathless as you. You tried to keep a firm grip on her as you feel more lost in the pleasure.

“Yes, Oh… oh! Sam!”

You nod instantaneously making the woman smile even wider. Soon, Sam’s fingers were sloppy wet and rapidly applying pleasure on her pad and focused on your very clit. You couldn’t do anything but elicit more expressive moans and squelching noises that bounced through the room as Sam fucked you dumb. The coil in your stomach finally untangled, leaving you breathless.

You meekly look at your figure in the reflection once again. Your cum trickled down continuously, leaking out of your pulsating hole. Sam panted lowly in your ear and inserted her hand again, making you grab her inner wrist as you felt the oversensitivity. She hushed you to calm down and she was gently pumping. 

It was indeed a pretty sight.

The thick slick of your arousal and cum soon was on your lips, Sam prying it open. It wasn’t up for discussion – you didn’t hesitate either. You taste the bittersweetness coating your tongue and mixed with your saliva, eagerly sucking out of Sam’s fingers. She moaned at your enthusiasm, encouraged by this you sucked more of your remains out of it, your teeth grazing along and Sam pushed it deeper until you felt her slender fingers slightly poking at your throat. 

Once she was satisfied, she handled you differently by flipping your position so now you straddled her leg and faced Sam instead of the mirror. Her lips quickly made its way to give you open mouthed kisses to your sternum, to your neck, finally your mouth.

“You did so well, mi amor. And you were so pretty.” You shyly nodded at Sam’s praise. “Remember that, hm? Regardless of dressing like this – lingerie or not – I’ll look and appreciate you the same way.”

“Mm-hmm,” you lazily nodded and met Sam’s gaze.

After Sam helped you dress your clothes. While being fucked the lights out earlier was heavenly, the walking out of the fitting room was not pleasant at all. Your legs feel like jelly, you can barely walk properly without Sam’s tight support on your waist (you refused her offer of carrying you not wanting to be further embarrassed) but it helped that there weren’t any side glances from the assistants. 

Oh, heavens. You forgot that Martin was also waiting inside the boutique. Even if he remained mum, you couldn’t be any more humiliated today.

Sam pushed back her slightly tousled hair and you helped her smoothen the back of her clothing. As for her trousers, the damage has been done and it’s currently stained with your wetness. An odd sense of pride came at you because you did that.

Sam held the undergarments – even the one she destroyed and fucked you into and personally offered to place it inside of the provided bag and then handed her black card. 

“We’ll take the seat too, the green one in the fitting room. I’ll send someone to pick it up today.” she uttered in what you recognize as her professional voice, the lady simply smiled, replying with Yes, Ms. Loomis, as she agreed with no hesitation.

You hid your face in the crook of Sam’s neck and your cheeks burned. Sam only giggled at your shy reaction. She wrapped an arm around you and brushed your hair gently as she leaned closer to you.

::

“Come back ‘ere.” Sam lazily mutters, voice still raspy. She was still in bed which was such a miraculous sight. Not only because her godly body was exposed but the fact that she stayed in. Her arms were reaching out to you, caressing your bare lower back and eyes barely open. “It’s so cold, you know.”

You gave her a wistful smile. “And you do know that I’m out of clothes here, right? I also happen to have a place of my own, Sam.”

“You can always–”

“–borrow yours, yeah. I know, Sam. But I have to go. My work stuff isn’t here either.”

She sits up fully. “Okay, baby.” Sam replied dejectedly. You shake your head at how she’s acting like a kicked puppy and barely the same as an insatiable sex god from last night. “How about I drive you home? This is an inarguable offer, by the way.”

Sam gave you a pointed look and you can’t help but think if she’s tricking you – seducing you, almost. She’s unashamed with her nakedness and the way she crossed her arms, further made her biceps prominent, the mysterious scar across them, and her supple breasts gave you a mouthwatering view. You chose to ignore how your stomach fluttered at her use of endearment. The more time you spend with Sam, the more they slip out.

“Don’t talk business to me, Sam. You’re so annoying.” You turn back fully facing her with an impish disbelief, grasping at the sheets to cover yourself. 

Sam looked at you with childish glee on her face. “Excuse me, you were the one who brought up work. I’m simply reminding you of what you are absolutely missing while I’m on leave for today, mi princesa.”

“Fine, fine. It's not my fault that I’m a corporate slave.”

“That’s why being with me is a good idea.” Sam insists with a kiss on your jugular notch. “Come on, I was planning to make your favorite dish. Maybe you can do it with me, what do you think?” 

“Very professional.” You sigh at Sam’s silliness unfolding in front of you. “You just know all the right words to say…”

She crawled her way to you, shutting you up by capturing your lips with soft ones. It was chaste and you felt her smile in between. Moments like this only tugged at your heartstrings. It deluded you that it was somehow coming home to your girlfriend, only to be shaken to the reality of you knowing it was an unlabeled limbo with an old friend. So you shift, initiating with much force this time, getting rough with how you were kissing Sam as though it was your last time. 

“Am I still annoying if I do… this?” You feel Sam’s calloused fingers smoothly trailing on your inner thighs, making you shiver. You throw your head back as you reeled to her touch. The familiar wetness reemerged on your core once again.

Before she could do anything else, her phone rang. Sam immediately went for it and barely a trace of her sweet disposition remained as she excused herself.

You blinked at her reaction, paying not much mind to it. Instead, you let your body relax in the softest mattress you’ve ever laid on and quickly, you’re pulled by the thoughts of Sam again, missing her already as you sprawl onto the bed, smelling the distinct coconut shampoo and addicting lotion that she uses and how it clung to the space you laid in. 

Half an hour had passed. Getting up, you look around where she could have been, only to find her out in one out of two living rooms, absorbed with the phone call she's in. It wasn’t your plan to eavesdrop but your heart sank soon as the words became much clearer to your ears. 

"Yes, I'm dropping by the strip club tonight... of course." 

Strip club… tonight? Her words came out in a hush, obviously Sam didn’t want to be heard or rather, caught. No wonder she has been insistent on you to stay this morning. 

You simply weren't Sam's fix for this evening.

With cautious steps, you retreat back to Sam's bedroom and with the disgust that brewed in, bile rising in your throat, you start dressing up.

"I thought we agreed that you're staying?" Sam raised her hands in confusion.

"Work couldn't wait, sorry. It’s bugging me the more I ignore it.”

Sam’s face fell immediately at your sudden change of mind. Your heart twinged a little, almost believing that it was genuine.

"Alright. Let me drive you home, (y/n/n)."

Your smile twitched as you hummed in agreement. Suspicion and confrontation will rise if you didn’t, and given what you just found out, you truly didn’t feel up for it.

"I'm bummed that you won't be cooking with me, just so you know. I'll make it alone - don't worry, it will be filled with love and care, a perfect fix as you get your reports done." Sam enthusiastically clasped her hands to you and it only made harder for you to stop the tears that were threatening to pour.

The way Sam took you in her grasp, arms loosely clung around your neck and the mesmerizing gaze she held was doing the opposite reaction. You felt repelled, uneasiness continued to flow through your mind. You've just heard her in the same beat a few minutes ago planning to go to not only a mere club to drink for fun - but a strip joint? Her intentions became even more confusing to you.

Your resolve was crumbling and it was becoming apparent when Sam leaned in for a hopeful kiss and you dodged it, her puckered lips hit the corner of your mouth instead. If she was baffled and had finally picked up your sour mood, you didn't see it as you continued to avoid her gaze.

The car ride was silent. It didn't even occur to you that Sam actually drove you home, but instead of filling the space with laughter and bickering over your taste in music, the two of you were met with an odd silence. You peer at the window throughout the ride, the silent turmoil grew inside of you at the backseat as the car drove on your way home. Eyes fluttering rapidly, you feel the waterworks coming in. Of course this was only a matter of time before it was confirmed to you that you weren’t only the one being fucked by Sam. 

You felt gross. The inkling worry that filled you previously turned out to be right. You just hated yourself for blindly trusting her and giving further meaning to her mistaken gentleness. 

::

Honestly, you did plan that to be your last time to see Sam.

At least temporarily, you wanted to avoid her. You kept making excuses about how you had a lot of work to do. You knew it was unrealistic to actually avoid her forever, not when you literally were tangled with her on her sheets for a couple of months already. Unless you were to flee the country, of course. The idea is slightly tempting. You consider it, albeit impractical, it’s one of your last resort of choices. 

You were used to her scent from her bedsheets to her clothes and to her sleepy self arguing that she is very much awake during your random movie nights, her voice – everything revolves around Sam now and you hated it.

It felt like you were a teenager again with a hopeless crush on the girl you’ve liked from afar for years.

Even as you pulled away from Sam, your brain was racking through heaps of what-if thoughts – were you ever enough? Why did she have to make you feel so special, leading you into this domestic bliss? She always made time. Besides the good, you witnessed her downs, the aggressiveness, how her indistinguishable job took a toll on her. All because she let you in. You wondered why she even thought of you as worthy as such, yet made you feel of being less than that, at the same time?

However, if there is a light to all of this domesticity you shared with Sam that gave you warmth, there were also a lot of questionable actions that she specifically kept on doing. She appeared hesitant with dropping you off to your house and insists that one of her drivers will do the honors instead – with the sex on the table, it made you feel disposable and cheap – or how sometimes hours after sex; you get a sleepy glimpse of Sam sneaking onto the balcony. The faint noises of her raised voice in her phone, doing god knows what – you were there, unaware if it was a conversation with another woman and maybe, just maybe, Samantha Loomis wasn't as heartfelt as you naively believed her to be.

As you expected she didn’t drop by at your house. Her little gifts and take outs from restaurants that you liked and visited with her continued to be sent every weekend. You didn’t know whether it was out of pity or a proper goodbye in her own terms, making your stomach churn uncomfortably at the thought.

Your friends weren’t any less worried even with your now constant appearances for hangouts and karaoke nights, they gently explained that your mind often fled elsewhere and your gloomy disposition was noticeable. It’s not that they were annoyed, your friends were concerned more than anything. So, you finally open up but not too much. You retell you were in this Friends with benefits recently and it ruined your sanity, for better or worse, all in vague descriptions. After all, you were sure that now Sam was more likely ashamed of being seen by you and wanted to keep her bachelorette status.

The chorus of oh sweetie in an understanding tone immediately came and when they hugged you, it worsened the longing you felt for Sam and how you have been entangled with her this whole time.

“It sucks how you can get roped into that so suddenly.” Jane, your friend, empathised. “does that count as a situationship – or whatever it is they call it nowadays?”

“Let’s call it friends with benefits for the sake of simplicity.” Margo, the colleague who ironically was one of the main reasons why you got into the gala and met Sam, nodded her head with no hesitation. “I don’t understand why it is that hard to communicate something simple as that. And getting her fix of pleasure in another place, too, Jesus Christ.”

“Feels a bit of a power trip to me. Based on what you’ve said, how she’s got a sexy mysterious vibe going on and while that sounds sexy in other ways, I can only imagine how it must’ve taken a toll on you, (y/n).” Jane adds with a forlorn expression on her face.

They were expressive with their opinions - you liked how your friends were very protective of you. They felt betrayed almost as much as you do soon as you mentioned that Sam was a friend of yours way back.

Although, you hated how there’s a lump in your throat and a part of you was ready to jump in Sam’s defense. Before you drown more in the thoughts of her, you decided to pour another shot. 

“Fuck that. Let’s drink to this,” your words come out slurred and your friends only follow suit.

Sam didn’t stop spamming you with messages. It was expected considering that she’s the most insistent person you have met yet. Still, you shrug her off, saying that you work overtime these days and you don’t feel like being a booty call for a while – or ever for her. But Sam’s resolve proved to be unwavering as she updated you about her thoughts and invites of coming back home; her words, not yours.

::

“You know, if you’re up for it, you should totally meet this girl. Most blunt person I’ve met yet, so.” Margo indiscreetly implies that it shouldn’t be as troublesome as your previous limbo was. “She’s also really hot. And just down for either something casual or serious, depends how you talk about it.”

“Margo, you know I don’t think–” you shake your head. Besides being full of what-ifs and considering that you might have a good time, your thoughts keep bouncing back to a specific Latina in your mind.

Your mind swirls, not knowing why it feels like a betrayal deep down.

“Just give it a chance.” Margo interrupts, firm with her stand. “One date. It’s also been almost two weeks since you’ve been moping. You know we don’t mind that but- I just wanted to tell you that the dating pool is full of choices. 

What’s the worst thing that can happen?”

do not repost/translate on other sites. © wandagcre

[kaisacobra]

A Little Bird Told Me - Tara Carpenter

Summary: a badly interpreted tweet makes Tara get jealous

Warnings: Fem! Reader, a bit of angst, mentions of yellowjackets characters (Lottie Matthews and Lottienat), curse words

Word Count: 5.3k

"I propose a movie night at Tara's house!"

That catches the attention of the younger Carpenter, making her turn away from the direction of the Blackmore University library to answer Mindy with a teasing smile. "And who said I want you all at my house tonight?"

"You don't have a choice!" Mindy retorts, tossing a fallen leaf from the table they were sitting on towards Tara. "And you definitely want a certain someone to come to your house tonight."

"Yeah, you've been staring at the library door since she went in there." Anika joins her girlfriend in the argument, causing Tara's face to turn even redder.

You had been at the table earlier with Tara, Mindy, Anika, Chad, and Ethan, but a message had arrived on your phone and you hastily headed towards the library, letting your friends know you wouldn't take long. Since you left, the freckled girl couldn't help but look expectantly in that direction, missing your funny comments and calming presence.

It's true that Tara might have had a little crush on you since the beginning of this year, when you patiently and non-judgmentally listened to a long rant that Carpenter had been holding back about everything that had happened in Woodsboro. You had been there too, but you let her say everything she wanted and didn't even mention your own traumas, being more concerned with holding Tara in your arms as she shed the necessary tears. Since that night, she couldn't help but see you in a different light.

"Well, if everyone's up for it, I don't think Sam will mind having you all over." She tried to smoothly change the subject.

"I'm in!" Ethan was the first to confirm, followed by the other three instantly. Tara took the opportunity to take her phone out of her pocket and message Sam, informing her about the plans for later.

"Wow, who's that?" She heard Chad say, but didn't lift her head from her phone, thinking he was talking about some random girl he found attractive. However, Mindy's next sentence made Tara snap her head up so fast she almost got whiplash.

"Ooh, Y/n is in good company!" Mindy teased, and Tara followed her gaze until she spotted you, coming out of the library laughing alongside a girl who was clearly beautiful even from a distance. The dark wavy hair framed her face perfectly, and she was tall like a model. There was no reason for it, but the Carpenter girl suddenly felt intimidated by this new mystery girl.

You continued walking with her towards your friends, and as you got close enough to be seen clearly but not close enough to overhear the conversation, Chad blurted out a comment. "Damn, is that Charlotte Matthews?"

"Fuck! I think it is!" Anika added with excitement. Seeing the huge question mark on Tara's face, she hurriedly explained. "Lottie is on the college women's soccer team, and they're basically unbeatable. She's, like, super popular."

Tara crossed her arms and looked in your direction again, a bitter taste forming in her mouth as she noticed you were still laughing at something the girl had told you. What could possibly be so amusing?

"I didn't know Y/n had rizz like that." Mindy added with a thoughtful expression. "Good for her."

Before Tara could say that there was nothing to indicate you had any interest in Lottie (something she was also trying to convince herself of), you finally reached the table, greeting your friends with a smile. "Hey, guys."

"Hey." Lottie spoke after you, a bit shyly. How dare she be beautiful, tall as a goddess, and yet still have an adorable charm?

Everyone responded, and Tara found herself forcing a smile to hide her conflicting feelings. She sought your gaze, and some of the knot in her stomach unraveled as you locked eyes. "We're having a movie night at my place tonight, do you want to come?"

Your expression twisted into one of sorrowful regret. "Can't, sorry. I'll be tutoring Lottie in organic chemistry, it'll probably take the whole day." Tara realized you were still looking at her, trying to decipher if she was upset about your absence. Ever since movie nights had become a kind of tradition within the group, you had never missed one. This would be the first time you wouldn't be there, and Tara could tell you felt bad about it.

"Don't worry about it!" Mindy waved her hands nonchalantly, then turned to Tara with a teasing smile. "We get that you have bigger priorities, right, Tara?"

You still looked at the girl like a lost puppy, eagerly awaiting her reaction. Tara swallowed a sigh and forced herself to maintain a fake smile to calm her nerves. "Right. It was about time you put that brain of yours to some use."

With the girl's joke, you laughed, visibly becoming less tense as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. "Well, I'll see you guys tomorrow. Bye, everyone!" You waved goodbye to everyone at the table, Lottie doing the same out of politeness, and Tara watched bitterly as the two of you walked away side by side, probably heading towards the player's dorm.

"I bet 5 bucks Y/n will show up tomorrow with a massive hickey on her neck." Chad jokes, and the group laughs in response. Tara, being the only one not finding the joke funny, lets out an irritated huff and stands up, slinging her own bag over her shoulder. "Let's get going already, I want to pick the movie."

She starts walking slowly, ignoring Ethan's protests that it's his turn to choose.

The truth was: Tara just didn't want them to see how upset she was about your absence.

_

I want to stab you to death and play around with your blood.

Tara grimaced as she heard the line spoken by Christian Bale through the television, and she could see from the corner of her eye that everyone had shifted uncomfortably, relating the line to the events of the previous year.

Ethan had chosen American Psycho as the movie for the night, and Tara didn't want to protest since you weren't there for her to gauge your reactions to the film she chose. She sighed and glanced at her phone's lock screen again, hoping for a message from you saying that the tutoring had ended early and you were on your way. It never came.

She ran her hands over her face in frustration. The thought of you alone with an annoyingly beautiful girl in her room was enough to make a vein in her temple throb. What if Chad was right? What if tomorrow you showed up with a hickey on your neck, holding hands with Lottie Matthews, strolling across campus like the most beloved couple in America?

Ugh. She pressed her eyes shut to try to banish the image from her mind. When did she let her feelings for you become so... intense? It was almost humiliating to think that Tara Carpenter had gone from the girl who spent most of her time alone to the girl who couldn't stand a few hours without you.

Feeling a strange surge of pride, Tara shook her head and grabbed her phone, opening the front camera. She was having fun and definitely not sinking into miserable thoughts, right? So she had to post a picture to prove that she was perfectly happy! Of course, that had nothing to do with you, and she certainly didn't care if you saw the photo while you were busy doing who knows what with one of the most desired girls at Blackmore.

"Hey, guys! Look here real quick!" Tara alerted, and everyone shuffled to get into the selfie. Sam sat beside her with a restrained smile, Anika and Mindy were wrapped in each other's arms a bit behind the Carpenters, and Chad had an arm around Ethan's shoulders, who responded by making a peace sign with his fingers behind his roommate's head.

Tara snapped the picture and examined the result, mindlessly promising to send it to Anika when the girl asked. The younger Carpenter discreetly zoomed in on her own face, deciding if she looked pretty enough to post it or not. Satisfied, she opened Instagram and uploaded the photo as a story, adding a caption underneath. Great night with these weirdos.

After that, Tara locked her phone, trying to hypnotize herself into believing she wasn't eagerly waiting for your comment. She stared fixedly at the TV, feigning deep interest in Patrick Bateman's actions, as if she hadn't lost focus on the movie within the first twenty minutes.

5 minutes later, her phone buzzed with a notification. You had replied to her story.

Tara almost giggled and kicked her feet because of how quickly you messaged. That had to be a good sign. You wouldn't have replied so fast if you were busy doing something... or someone else. Right?

"Don't have too much fun without me." Your message read. The younger Carpenter bit her lower lip to contain a wider smile on her face.

"Never." She typed, but thought better of it and deleted it, typing out a different response. "I can't promise anything."

You read the message but didn't reply any further, probably returning to your duties as a tutor. Tara didn't complain, as she was already more than satisfied with the quick attention you gave her.

She comfortably leaned back on the couch, where she was seated between Sam and Mindy, the latter gently stroking Anika's hair, who was sitting beside her. The two boys were on the floor engaged in a heated discussion about whether Ethan was an incel or not based on his choice of movie.

Feeling more relaxed, Tara reached over to snatch some popcorn from Sam, earning a light smack and narrowed eyes in retaliation. She offered an innocent smile to her older sister, who simply rolled her eyes and placed the popcorn bucket between them, succumbing to the silent plea.

Tara could almost have forgotten she had been upset. Almost. But then her phone vibrated with another notification.

It was from your Twitter, and from the notification bar, apparently, you had tweeted "hjsuzgabasi."

She frowned, trying to figure out what the hell you were trying to say. Unlocking her phone, Tara quickly opened the Twitter app, searching for your profile so she could reply with something like "???" on your latest post.

But as she was about to comment on your tweet, she noticed the other two you had just posted.

She's soooooo prettyyy😭😭 just one chance please

Her brown eyes omg im so gay

Tara's mood instantly turned sour. Had you just tweeted about Lottie Matthews? I mean, you were with her now, and Tara vividly remembered the girl's big, enchanting brown eyes. Of course, you were tweeting about the gay panic you were probably experiencing in real life.

She sighed and stood up from the couch. "I'm gonna grab some water." Tara mumbled to justify her departure and headed to the kitchen, still holding her phone. Suddenly, the fun atmosphere she had felt for a few minutes had given way to a nauseating feeling churning in her stomach.

She turned the phone over before grabbing a glass, but her eyebrows furrowed when she realized your tweets were no longer there. Holding the device with both hands now, she refreshed your profile again, but the posts had vanished as if they were a mirage. You had probably deleted them to prevent Lottie from seeing, or something like that.

Either way, the tweets had been there, and Tara had firsthand seen your super gay panic as you probably looked at the soccer player. She hated the thought that you might be blushing right now over something Lottie said, giving one of your cute shy smiles as she ran her hand through your hair, eventually trailing down to your neck and pulling you in for...

No! Tara was already torturing herself enough without imagining what you two might be doing. She didn't need another reason to ruin her own night.

So, after downing a glass of water and trying to contain the terrible feeling spreading through her system, Tara returned to the living room dragging her feet, doing her best to force herself to enjoy the rest of the night with her friends.

She definitely wasn't caring about your stupid new crush.

_

"Ugh! If you point out one more mistake of mine, I'm going to bite your arm!" Lottie complained dramatically, leaning back in her swivel chair and turning towards you, avoiding looking at the open notebook with unsolved questions.

You chuckled at her antics. "Let's not resort to cannibalism, okay? I'd rather stay whole if I still have to finish teaching you things."

"Can we at least take a break? My brain is killing me." She didn't even wait for your response and immediately got up, heading towards her own bed and lying down without ceremony. You just shook your head with a smile and stretched your arms, still sitting in the chair. Lottie was right, after all. You both deserved a bit of rest.

Taking advantage of the break, you took your phone out of your bag pocket and quickly checked your notifications, stopping at one that made your heart race and a small smile start to form on your face.

Opening the app, you viewed Tara's story. A photo of everyone in the group (minus Quinn, who was probably at one of her flings' places) gathered in the Carpenter's living room, with happy expressions that must have come from the fun of the movie nights.

You thought for a few seconds before sending a playful response. "Don't have too much fun without me." There was a bit of truth hidden behind those words, considering you felt bad for missing out on this time with your friends, but mostly for not being there with Tara.

It had been a few years since you started developing feelings for the younger Carpenter. You had met in school in Woodsboro and grew closer when you were assigned a literature project together. Since then, Tara introduced you to her other friends and you became a significant part of her life.

She made you feel heard and appreciated, so it didn't take long for you to fall in love and get lost in the sparkle of those brown eyes. But you weren't stupid. Everyone could see that Tara Carpenter only had eyes for Amber Freeman. So you decided to take a step back and act as a good friend to Tara, painfully listening when she talked about her immense love for her girlfriend.

You even thought about moving on from her, but then the "Woodsboro Massacre" happened, you knew you couldn't leave the girl alone during such a vulnerable time. So, despite your head warning you that you would get hurt, you followed your heart and never left Tara's side for a second.

"I can't promise anything." She replied after a while, and you smiled at the familiarity of her classic sense of humor in the message. You exited the chat shortly after, returning to Tara's stories to look at the posted photo once again.

You zoomed in on the familiar face, much like a high school girl stalking her crush, and involuntarily broke into a silly smile. Tara's dark hair was loose, waves cascading over her shoulder. She had a slight smile on her face that allowed you to catch a glimpse of her adorable dimple. The photo quality was good but not enough for you to see the freckles you knew were there, on her cheeks and nose, that you wished you could someday get close enough to count with the tips of your fingers.

With your heart pounding in your chest, you decided you were feeling too many emotions to keep them to yourself. So, like a good contemporary girl, you searched for the Twitter app on your phone and prepared for a gay vent of at least 100 characters.

"Why are you so red?" Lottie asks from her spot on the bed, startling you as you had completely forgotten about her presence.

Wide-eyed, you look at her and try to come up with something. "N-nothing. Must be your imagination."

Clearly, the excuse doesn't work with Lottie, because she breaks into a teasing smile and raises her eyebrows as if she knows all your secrets. "What was it? Did Tara send you a message?"

"Shut up." You release a weak grumble and quickly turn back to your phone, tweeting the first thing that came to your mind upon seeing your best friend's earlier photo. hjsuzgabasi. Poetic.

"Come on! Don't you think it's about time you confess your feelings?" Lottie sits up straight on the bed to better analyze you. "I mean, you talk about her all the time in class. Tara this, Tara that, Tara, Tara, Tara."

"I don't want to ruin our friendship, okay?" You turn to the soccer player before sending out more tweets containing your embarrassing thoughts about the younger Carpenter. She's soooooo prettyyy😭😭 just one chance please. Her brown eyes omg im so gay

Lottie sighs and gets up, walking over to you and placing her hands affectionately on your shoulders. "Look, I might not know her as well, but if she's as good a friend as you describe, she wouldn't stop talking to you over something you can't even control."

"I know. Maybe I'll tell her someday." You speak in a hushed voice but quickly lift your head to look up at the tall girl with a playful expression. "You know, you should take your own advice and just admit you have a crush on a certain Natalie Scatorccio from your soccer team."

Her eyes widen, and she blushes deeply, pushing your swivel chair back slightly as she returns to the bed, not before flipping you off. "Shut up, you fucking loser."

You laugh at that, and Lottie joins in right after. Maybe you two weren't as close as you were with the others in your group (especially Tara), but the time you spent sitting next to each other during those tedious organic chemistry classes was enough to cultivate a great friendship.

Still chuckling a bit, you returned your gaze to your phone, and... your heart dropped into your stomach. Oh no.

"Shit, shit, shit!" You exclaim, rushing to delete the posts as quickly as possible. How could you have gotten so distracted?!

"What's wrong?" Lottie asks, alarmed, watching with a concerned expression as you hurriedly tap on your phone, looking on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

"I tweeted from my main account!" You reply with a mix of embarrassment and nervousness. "I didn't realize I wasn't on my private one, and I tweeted my gay panic about Tara's photo in a place where she can see! What do I do?!"

The taller girl walks over to you again, placing a hand in the space between your shoulders and encouraging you to take a deep breath along with her. "Calm down. Is there anything in the tweet that makes it clear it was about her?"

"Nothing specific... Damn it." You close your eyes and rest your head on the desk for a few seconds. What if Tara had seen the post, and now she's telling Sam how pathetic she thinks you are? Even worse, tonight was movie night! What if Tara had shown the tweets to everyone, and now they were all collectively laughing at you?

You pick up your phone again and open your messages, searching for Anika's contact. She and Mindy (who never let anything slide) were the only ones who had caught on to your crush on Tara and had already tried to advise you to confess your feelings, though they were still keeping the information a secret at your request. Between the two, the least likely to laugh at your current situation was the Kayoko, so you decided to beg her for help.

You

Nik, pls tell me Tara isn't on her phone rn

I may have accidentally posted my gay panic at her photo on twt…

Fashion Icon⭐ (Anika)

WHAT??????????

OMG, you guys are finally gonna date😭

Wait, she's in the kitchen, let me take a look

Oh.

You

Oh????

Wdym oh????

Fashion Icon⭐ (Anika)

She's looking weirdly at her phone

She seems upset

You

Oh.

Fashion Icon⭐ (Anika)

It's probably not with you

You

Forget it

Thx for the help

Lottie still gives you some awkward pats on your back as you turn to her fully, and you know she read everything over your shoulder when she offers a small supportive smile to try and make you feel better. You let Lottie embrace you as you close your eyes, feeling desperate tears threatening to fall.

"She doesn't like me back, does she?" You whisper into the girl's shoulder, and she squeezes you a little tighter in her hold.

"You don't know that. Try talking to her tomorrow, okay?"

Unwilling to utter any sound, you simply nod in agreement, knowing that even though the problem is only for tomorrow, you'll already feel the effects of it today.

_ 

It wasn't a good day for Tara.

The petite girl had tossed and turned in bed all night, unable to close her eyes with some inexplicable anger flooding her body. Every time she allowed herself to relax for a few seconds, the image of you being much closer to Charlotte Matthews than you should have been appeared in her mind like a bitter reminder.

And Tara could be very proud and stubborn, but she wasn't stupid. She knew perfectly well that her sour mood was out of pure jealousy and anger at herself for letting you slip through her fingers. But even though the negative feelings had their origin within herself, Tara still wasn't the best at dealing with her emotions and she knew she was making her bad mood everyone else's problem.

Unfortunately, you didn't know this when you approached her in the hallways of Blackmore University, with an apprehensive expression on your face and your heart in your hand. If Tara noticed your increasingly close presence, she didn't move a muscle to show it, but she moved plenty to walk faster, trying to cross your path without making contact.

"Hey, Tara." You stop her with a hand on her shoulder. This wasn't the best place to talk, considering you had just left a class and your classmates were spilling out into the hallway, chatting and filling the space. "Can we talk about what happened yesterday?"

"You mean the tweets?" She asks with an indifferent tone, but you knew the girl well enough to recognize the clenched jaw that hinted at a touch of irritation. "You don't need to say anything. Seriously."

"But..."

"Look, really." Tara cuts you off, crossing her arms and avoiding your gaze. You could feel the growing aggression in her voice. "I'm not in the mood to hear about it right now."

You feel your heart crack a little. It seemed like Tara didn't even want to hear you say that you liked her. Was it some sort of denial? Like if she doesn't hear the words coming out of your mouth, can she pretend your feelings don't exist?

Either way, before you could retort, a familiar voice calls your name in the hallway, and you turn to see Lottie Matthews waving in your direction. But she stops and takes on a surprised expression upon noticing Tara with you. You hear a scoff, and when you turn back, Tara is already walking away, ending the conversation without waiting for your input.

A few seconds later, Lottie arrives by your side in the hallway, looking at you cautiously. "So..."

Feeling hurt not only by Tara's apparent rejection but also by how she seemed so disturbed by the idea of your feelings for her, you simply shake your head in denial, letting tears run down your face to ease the pain you felt on the inside.

You felt Lottie pull you by the wrist towards the bathroom, probably to give you more privacy in that emotional moment, and you were thankful, but you couldn't express anything other than anguish. It felt like your whole world was spinning and falling apart in pieces.

Fuck that shitty bird social media.

_

"What's wrong with you?!"

Tara and everyone else at the table (Chad, Mindy, and Ethan) looked up in alarm as Anika's impactful entrance echoed in. She dropped her bag onto the wooden surface with a thud and was glaring specifically at Tara with frustration.

"Baby, what-" Mindy tried to speak up, but Anika raised her index finger, and her girlfriend quickly fell silent with a final okay, adhering to the "happy wife, happy life" motto.

Everyone stared at the scene apprehensively, as it was the first time they had seen Anika so upset about something. Even Tara, who had an idea of the reason for her behavior, was just staring in a state of shock and fear.

"Listen, whatever you've done to Y/n, you need to fix it now." Anika emphasized, tapping the tip of her index finger on the table for added effect. "She's been crying her eyes out in the H building's bathroom for the past 40 minutes because of some shit you pulled."

"I… I didn't mean to…" Tara stammered and closed her eyes tightly, feeling a lump in her throat forming from guilt. Once again, Tara remembered one of Sam's warnings about seeking help to better manage her emotions and quietly cursed herself. The last thing she wanted was to hurt you, but she was like a ticking time bomb of negative feelings that unfortunately exploded onto you, who didn't deserve to suffer because of Tara's actions.

"I don't care about what you wanted or didn't want." Anika speaks sternly, not breaking eye contact with Tara. "All I know is that there's a girl who would give the world to you, crying because of your unnecessary rudeness, and you need to fix that."

Tara jumps up and gathers her things quickly, nodding in affirmation and avoiding the inquisitive gazes of their friends. "Yeah… I will. I'll apologize." The others watch her hurry off towards building H, and Anika slumps with exhaustion into the seat next to Mindy, which Tara had previously occupied.

"Do you think they'll finally confess to each other?" Mindy asks, gently petting her girlfriend's head, which now rests on her shoulder.

"They better. I can't go through this again." Anika replies, closing her eyes to enjoy  the touch of her girlfriend's fingers through her hair. On the other side of the table, the guys still have wide eyes, processing what they witnessed.

"Uh… You're not gonna explain anything to us, are you?" Ethan questions, gesturing to himself and Chad with quick motions.

The two girls exchange a quick look and respond in unison. "No."

_

Tara's hands are trembling as she reaches the bathroom door.

Nausea churns within her due to the nervousness of the conversation she's about to have. She knows she'll need to explain the reason for being so rude, which means she'll have to tell you about her feelings, even though she anticipates you'll reject her since you already have someone else in your heart.

Would you at least accept remaining friends? Or had she ruined that option by preventing you from discussing your compromising tweets about Lottie earlier?

With one final sigh and a shake of her head, Tara decides to stop stalling and takes the first step to enter the restroom and get it over with.

The first thing she notices is your back turned towards her. Your silhouette makes it clear you have your arms crossed, leaning your hips against the sink so your weight rests on your left side. The second thing she sees is Charlotte Matthews standing in front of you, using a tissue to wipe your face, which Tara imagines is damp from tears.

Before she could do anything, the soccer player noticed her presence and her mouth formed an "O" shape. Looking between you and Tara, she quickly mumbles, "I'll leave you alone," and exits the restroom, causing you to glance back in questioning.

Tara feels the air being sucked out of her lungs as your eyes meet. Your eyes and nose are red, and she can still see traces of the glistening trail down your cheeks. She takes a step forward and places her hand on the sink, noticing that you're still keeping your arms crossed and prefer looking at your own sneakers rather than at her.

With a sigh, she's the first to break the silence. "I'm sorry about earlier today. I didn't want to hurt you."

"It's okay," you reply, shifting your right foot back and forth. Tara knows that's one of your signs of nervousness. "You can't control how you feel, right?"

The petite girl looks at you in shock, but you don't seem to notice, still looking down. Had she got it right? Did you know about her feelings? "That's true. Maybe I'm being selfish, but... I didn't want to ruin our friendship over this. Is that okay with you?"

You finally look at Tara. Your eyes widen, and you quickly nod. "Of course! I didn't want to lose you just because we're not on the same page. These things happen, right?"

Tara feels her heart ache at the sentence. Was that your way of gently rejecting her? "Yeah. These things happen."

A few seconds of uncomfortable silence pass, but neither of you move, fearing that any wrong move would spoil the small progress you've just made. Again, Tara, with her impatience, initiates the conversation, hating the absence of any sound. "I hope she makes you happy."

She watches as your expression changes to one of confusion, eyebrows furrowed and head tilted to the side. "What?"

"Lottie." Tara points back to where the girl had left a few minutes ago. "She seems... nice. You have good taste."

"You think I like Lottie?!" She's startled by the outraged tone of your question. You take a step closer, as if wanting to hear more clearly what she was saying.

"Wasn't it about her? The tweet you made?" Tara asks, more bewildered than you. "Pretty girl, brown eyes..."

"It was about you!" You burst out, unable to contain the information any longer. "I'm in love with you! The whole time, I was talking about you, Tara! I saw you in yesterday's photo, and you looked so beautiful that... hmph!"

You are silenced by Tara's soft lips meeting yours, initiating a passionate and much-needed kiss from both sides. Your hands descend to her waist as her hands pull you by the nape of your neck, trying to bring you impossibly closer.

Without breaking the kiss, you move clumsily until Tara's back is fully supported against the sink, your arms holding her in place by the hips. She sighs as you part for a breath, and a genuine smile forms on your face.

"Wow." You laugh and pull back slightly, just enough so that your noses are no longer touching. "I wasn't expecting that."

"I thought you knew I liked you." Tara laughs along, playing with the hair at the nape of your neck to try to ease the redness in her own face.

You gently stroke her hip with your thumb. "Is that what you were talking about earlier? I thought you were rejecting me."

"I thought you were rejecting me." She playfully nudges your chest with medium force. Tara's smile becomes a bit more subdued as she moves her hands from your nape to hold your face. "I'm sorry for being rude earlier and hurting you."

You shake your head. "It's okay. Now I know you were just jealous." Your tone is teasing, and you raise your eyebrows twice just to mess with Tara a little more.

"Shut up." She rolls her eyes, smiles, and pulls you by the wrist until you're out of the bathroom. "I'll make it up to you with some ice cream, what do you think?"

"If you throw in a few kisses in the middle of that offer, I might consider."

[jazzyoranges]

Tara Carpenter nsfw headcanons

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

incredibly cuddly. like… baby koala cuddly

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

her favorite body part on you is your tummy or arms. Tara likes to hold on to anything she can while cumming, and your arms always seem to be accessible. Tara’s favorite part of her body are probably her thighs. she thinks it’s cute you’re so enamored with them

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

g!p or not, Tara wants you to cum on her face. you once asked her what the obsession was and she responded with “Baby Tate says nut keeps that skin clean” with a shrug, and you’re left a little dumbfounded afterwards

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

before you got together and were just friends, you let Tara borrow a hoodie. she’s masturbated in that hoodie far more times than she’s liked to admit. after time it looses its smell of you, but you’re already together so she can now have the real thing anytime she wants

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

she’s had a few hookups here and there. Tara knows what she’s doing, but she’s always figuring out ways to make you cum :)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Tara likes positions where she can see your face. something about how intimate it is watching your dumb little smile while Tara’s furiously bouncing on your fingers like she’s in heat

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

kind of in between, slightly (very slightly) leaning towards sillier. both of you kinda just go with the flow and it works out

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Tara shaves once in a while. countless times you’ve said you don’t care, so she mainly does it for herself

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

such a fucking romantic. this girl can be so corny sometimes it’s not funny. she’s just in a constant state of :3 all the time

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before your relationship, Tara simply masturbated at pictures and scenarios she’d make up in her head. Now, Tara purposefully masturbates to tease you. Pictures and videos of her moaning your name or you’d come home to a needy Tara knuckle-deep in her pussy

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

…humiliation. she’s your whore, and your whore only :) g!p or strap-on, she likes it when your cock slaps against her face.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

definitely your apartment. sam was so close to finding out once. despite how her orgasm felt so much better afterwards, the heart attack wasn’t worth it

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

you hate it, but Tara likes when you get jealous. she doesn’t make you jealous on purpose cause she knows it’s one of your insecurities but when you do… she likes how your eyes darken. her usually happy and upbeat partner staring down someone? hot.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

knives are completely out of the question for obvious reasons. also, cuckholding. as much as she’s yours, you’re also hers and Tara doesn’t like to share

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

definitely giving. hearing you moan is music to her ears

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Tara definitely likes going slow, but only because she loves to edge you. sometimes you get impatient and start to take control and Tara lives for it

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

loves quickies. this woman can’t get her paws off your body for one second. you’re happy to indulge in your girlfriend so it’s okay

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

definitely likes to experiment! butt plugs, mirrors, cameras, she likes experimenting

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

i’d say Tara can go for 3, maybe 4 before she’s completely drained of energy

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

g!p or not, Tara loves her trusty strap. it’s about average in length, but god is it thick

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Tara teases you within reason. nothing too mean, but just enough she knows she’s not going to be able to walk tomorrow. so like… lots of nudes

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

you’ve gotten multiple noise complaints. it was not fun when an older lady confronted you about your… lovemaking with Tara

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

one time she accidentally called you mommy… let’s just say you happily fed into her kink

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Tara has noticeable bruises on her lower hips due to you gripping on her love handles like your life depended on it

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

borderline high. Tara won’t do anything you don’t want to do, even if she really wants to. worst comes to worst, you edge her until there’s tears in her eyes if she was being a brat

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

if she’s overstimulated or done most of the moving, the woman is out like a fucking light. Tara can still function after having sex, but she does prefer a nap or going to bed after

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lando norris nswf alphabet (part 2!) (minors DNI!)

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N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) There is no chance that Lando will ever in his life ask you for anal sex or agree to it. NO CHANCE. Ever since he first heard about it in his life, it has disgusted and disturbed him so much at the same time that he stands away.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Well, don't tell me Lando doesn't look like a munch. Totally do. Okay, he's also a big fan of you on your knees in front of him, until it takes his breath away as he looks at you all smeared with his cum with a wide smile and trained lips. But oh boy! Sam sometimes begs you to lie down in front of him and let him give you pleasure. The biggest plus is that Lando is well trained in this. Damn knows where he acquired such skills, but they are unearthly.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Fast, but not violent. It's already in Lando's nature to speed everything up, but it's not painful in the process. With the rest, slow sex is not for you. Well, I beg you, where would all the fun be? The whole process is a little slower when Lando finally pushes you to the wall and your relationship is not in any comfortable place, but he continues to try to keep his cool.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) You love quickies. What more can be said here? You can't keep your hands off each other, so every possible opportunity to get even closer is even advisable. You definitely prefer it more, of course, when you have more time (and, most importantly, space), but when there is no such chance, quick fun together is fine for you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Norris has it in him that he likes to take risks - he doesn't spare himself from hot kisses with you in public or even light pinches or pats on your buttocks. But if the matter comes down to sex, I don't think he's taking too many risks. Lando respects his privacy after all, so sexual matters remain between you. Possibly in front of the whole club when you come out of the restroom quite smudged and giggly. Or in front of his family, well. What goes in the family doesn't die, right?

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) As much as you want. Really. Lando I think is pretty darn sturdy and can fly several rounds at a time, which is no surprise to you. More than once, with light breaks, you spent the whole night like that. Sometimes it would even start to dawn and you would be in each other's naked embrace, the hot temperature of the room and a mass of giggles.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) No, he doesn't own any toys. He just doesn't have any - he's not a contrarian, he himself even bought his friend an inflatable doll for his birthday. In your relationship he would sooner use some on you, so 100%, if you own a vibrator, Lando will reach for it at some point and see how it works on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Lando is so damn teasing! Once he will rub up against you, once he will "accidentally" touch you somewhere, once he will whisper such ungodly things to you, and then he will leave without a word. And during sex? I beg to differ. If only he has the strength to do so, he will interrupt until the last moment before your climax, just to hear your voice admonishing him in the midst of your moans.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Ay Lando is loud. In every possible aspect of his life, so in bed too. If he doesn't talk during sex, you definitely won't have it quietly anyway. Norris often giggles, and when he's not giggling, he's pretty darn vocal. Oj this boy is definitely not afraid to moan and show that he feels like heaven thanks to you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) He loves, well he so much loves to brand you. He gets the same way when you bestow a hickey on his neck. Raspberries on your breasts? That's the standard. In summer it's hard to hide the signs of love from Lando under dresses and short tops. But that's what he loves. He proudly shows off whether it's his neck or his chest.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Well I think above average. Although Lando is not some particularly tall and massive, that's what his advantage is. I'm telling you that there's something about his pants that you don't expect ;P

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) God. Huge. As I mentioned before - you can't take your hands off each other. If you could, you would fuck each other every day. No matter what way - any way would be good. That's why yes, the sex drive Lando threw up when he first met you. And no matter what you do or what you're wearing! Remember

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Ay, it depends on the moment. Anyone who knows Lando knows well that he happens to fall asleep in the least expected places and circumstances. This is also the case after your sex, but by the fact that there are a lot of emotions in between, he has to talk them out first, and only then can he go to sleep. After proper after care on your part and his, you both fall asleep in each other's embrace (Lando on your breasts)

A/N: part one if you miss it, english is my second language

please do not copy and translate my works! in case of any issues related to this - I invite you to discuss privately :)

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SFW ALPHABET - SAM WINCHESTER

Warnings: cursing, made some nsft jokes.

AN: he’s so girlfriend <3333

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He’s not very big on PDA, like hand holding and small kisses anywhere is great. But if you wanna make out just tug on his arm, go to a reserved era, and start kissing, could never say no too that.

In private tho, very much on quality time and physical touch, like sit on his lap while he’s researching and your read a book, or let him lay on your lap while he researches and you play with his hair, he’ll die.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Very caring, if you like something special he definitely looks it up so you two can talk about it.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Love it, mostly for sleeping. (Keeps the nightmares away)

I mean man’s massive so of course he’s going to be big spoon. But him laying on your chest/in the crevice of your neck, you talking about something you like or just your day, and you (again) playing with his hair. Melts.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Oh god, of course he wants to settle. Can’t because he constantly has to fight god and Lucifer and just every evil thing ever. But he’d want to more then anything.

Can’t really cook, I mean he knows some of the basics. He had to make food for him and dean once in a while.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

No :3 (didn’t feel like writing this sorrrryyy :333)

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

With everything happening, with the apocalypse, it kind of slipped his mind. But once he remember? Oh hell yeah.

Probably like 2-4 years into the relationship.

(Wears the ring on a necklace around his neck)

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Don’t get me wrong he’s a big boy and he can be violent, like I’m fighting or in *other* ways, but he’s so gentle with his partner.

Emotionally, can take a while to open up, but sometimes, late at night on especially after hunting nights, you’ll be awake, you on his lap, looking at his beautiful eyes and wiping his tears away as he talks about his past and current pain.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Love them.

After killing some monster, a long and tired yet tight hug.

Hello hugs, goodbye hugs. ‘I love you’ hugs. ‘Don’t worry I’ll come back’ hugs.

Hugs from behind, head onto of yours.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Honestly depends, but probably after you nearly died in a hunt.

“Sammy, I’m alright, I’ll probably get some scars but I’m okey.”

“… okey, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He knows you’ll shot it down the second someone tried to flirt with you. You’re loyal and he knows that.

But sometimes… a guy flirting a little bit to aggressively and won’t take the hint you spelled out too him?

He gets up behind you, death stares the guy, and arms around your waist.

“Oh hi Sammy :D!”

“Hey sweetheart, care to come back to me and dean?”

“Yeah-“

“tHeIr TaKeN, mAtE.” The creep says.

“Yeah, by me.”

If the creep still can’t take the hint, guess who has too get bailed out of jail the next morning! Wooho! Sam!

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

From him, on you:

mouth? Obviously. Quick or long make outs are both great. Speaking of making out? Weekly basis. Daylily if you’ll let it. (And if a case isn’t in the way)

Neck kisses? YES YES YES

Forehead. Protective !!!

Shoulders? Also protective!!!! A little ‘hi’ from behind.

From you, to him:

Neck kisses, instant puppy dog eyes.

Nose kisses, if you can reach that is, just. So sweet.

Forehead kisses, Again, if you can reach, so protected.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Really sweet, try’s his best, really wishes to be a dad some day.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Even if you didn’t fall asleep with him somewhat cuddled up with him, you will be.

Nearly always wake before you, probably back from his run. Mumbling about ‘breakfast’.

“Morning baby, you want breakfast?”

You, totally still half asleep, “… yeah.”

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Even if you are a night owl, if it’s hunting time, you’ll go to sleep first.

But if it’s just normal, he’ll have you lay on him. Kissing your head, watching tv till you both fall asleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Definitely waits, he feels like if you knew everything maybe you’d see him for the freak he seems himself as.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Depends on if a hunt is going wrong or if he has a lot bubbling up. But I’d say he’s not very easily angered.

Well, unless someone talks shit about his family, including you. Their face will never look the same.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Really tires to remember everything. Wants to remember every single thing so that he can bring it up in conversation. So you know he’s listening.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Anytime you had anything like a mundane or normal life. Just cooking together? Shopping for groceries? Doing chores together? All his personal heaven.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He understands that you can protect yourself, you’re a hunter after all, but of course he still covers you whenever he cans.

Oh yeah, and chuck forbid something happens too you, everyone’s dead.

When he can, he cuddles you, hugs you, arms around you and head right on top of yours, walking around. Feeling like if anything would even try he could protect you.

I can see him thinking that he doesn’t need to be protected but saving his ass last minute will make him fall in love with you all over again.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Dates? Tries too make them special when he can, but the best you could get on the road is probably just a movie marathon or a diner date with breakfast (and hopefully no dean)

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Well, if we over look the demon blood thing, he definitely bites his nails.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Anything but his hair, he really doesn’t care for, well, of course he works out, needs to be fit for demon hunting but other then that he really doesn't care.

He really doesn’t like people cutting his hair, no hair stylist, not dear old dad (fucking John), not Dean, I think the only person, alive, he’d let cut his hair is you.

Hair holds memory’s and after losing so many people it just feel’s terrible having it cut. Like he’s forgetting them.

But with you it’s different, you want to braid his hair? Sure. Want to style it? Hmm okey. You think it look good a little shorter? Only for you.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Definitely, sometimes he goes of on hunts alone and if he can’t at least hear your voice from a call or two, expect a very clingy Sam when he gets back.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Uses his puppy dog eyes to get anything he wants from you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I mean as long as your not a demon you’re okey??

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Always a long nap after a hunt with you, of course.

Doesn't have a sleep schedule but tries to get at least 4 hours of sleep.

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Break Up in a Small Town

Request: What about break up in a small town by Sam Hunt? Pilot!Reader and Jake?! Love your work!! - @callsign-viper

Summary: You and Jake had known each other since high school and the two of you dated back at the Academy. After being stationed on separate sides of the US the two of you separated. Little did you know both of you would be called back to Top Gun. Little did he know you would be followed by a civilian boyfriend.

Warnings: Swearing, name-calling (slut), shitty boyfriend, Hangman to the rescue!

No Y/N; callsign Stinger; called Honeybee by Jake as term of endearment.

Word Count: 3k

AN: This took way too long and I’m sorry. It also ran away from me and I’m not sorry.

When I first started writing this, I was watching too much VPR and Tom is definitely based on Tom Sandoval.

For the parts 1 & 3 of this accidental series: pt 1: Cop Car || pt 3: Falling Like This

《 m.list || ao3 》

“Stinger!” You looked up from your spot in the common room, greeted by the commander looking about as pissed-off as usual, “My office now!”

Shit! What did I do…? Your thoughts ran rampant. You weren't a bad egg by any means but depending on the day the commander could go on a tirade over just about anything.

You stood in front of his desk, eyes trained straight forward. He was looking through a large manila folder. “Do you know why I called you in here?”

“No, Sir.”

“I have to send somebody from this squadron to Miramar…” Your brain was barely able to register the Commander’s words. “This might be against my better judgment, but I’m giving you your dream shot. I'm gonna send you up against the best. You’re going to Top Gun.”

Holy Shit…!

“Thank you, Sir.” You tried to keep a stoic look on your face but inside you were screaming. Top Gun was a big deal and you would be one of the few pilots included in the upcoming class!

“You ship out tomorrow. You're expected to be there Monday at 0500. Don’t make me regret this decision, Lieutenant. You’re dismissed. Go home and pack up.”

“I won’t let you down, Commander.”

You walked out and closed the office door behind you. You tried your best to contain your giddy smile. You bolted down the hall, running into the parking lot and towards your car. The first thing you did was pull out your phone and call your best friend.

Viper was stationed in Florida. The two of you were inseparable at the Academy, attached at the hip, and you didn’t let being stationed in different places stop this. Regardless of the distance, the two of you always stayed in touch, sharing whatever news and gossip came up wherever you were stationed.

“Hello?”

You couldn’t contain yourself and just screamed into the phone, “Guess what!!”

“Okay tone it down there, Sting. I don’t need you blowing out my eardrums.” She laughed.

“I’m going to Top Gun!”

“Oh?” There was a small pause, and you could hear her giggle softly. “That’s amazing, babe! I think there will be a lot in store for you there!" she paused for a moment. "You know, Top Gun, full of surprises!” You knew Viper was acting weird, but your excitement was taking over, and you couldn’t be bothered to ask what she knew. “I umm have to go but call me when you get to Miramar safe! Love you!” She hung up just as quickly as you called her.

Weird as that was you knew better than to question Viper. But the last thing on your mind was the fact that in the Navy, news travels fast and Viper knew much more than she was letting on. All you could think about was goodbye China Lake and hello Miramar!

“You accepted it? Don’t you think we should have talked about this first?” This was not exactly the reaction you were expecting from your boyfriend.

You met Tom about a year ago at a bar just off the China Lake base. You had been stationed at the Naval Air Weapons Station at China Lake since you graduated from the Academy. Being a skilled pilot with a talent for air-to-air combat, it was the perfect placement for you. Last fall, Tom moved to sunny California after being employed as a civilian contractor, hired to work on weapons navigation. The two of you seemed to click well and after a month of being friends, you decided to go out with one another. You hadn’t really dated anyone since the Academy, and it was a nice change of pace, for a while at least. As months went on Tom tended to, not so subtly, question your career as a naval pilot.

“I know, but this is Top Gun. This is a huge deal!” You said adrenalin running through, a giddy smile was plastered on your face. “This is the big leagues! And it’s still in California, only like a 4-hour drive.”

“I get that babe, but you really should have consulted me on such a big decision.”

Your smile began to fade, “You’re right I should have talked to you…” Tom always had a knack for bringing you down a couple of pegs.

“It’s cool and all but you have to consider how it could affect me, us. You know?"

“Yeah… I’m sorry.” You looked down at your feet.

“Hey, don’t give me that face.” He placed his finger under your chin lifting it so you would look at him. “You just have to think before you act.” He pulled you into a hug, “We’ll make it work.”

The drive to Miramar was surprisingly easy despite the traffic. You made it there in record time, partly due to your tendency to drive just a bit over the speed limit.

*Ping*

You looked at your phone expecting it to be Tom but the name on the notification read Phoenix. The two of you had gotten pretty close after her short stint at China Lake a couple of years ago. You were relieved when you found out that she was also accepted into Top Gun, the perspective of a familiar face made your nervousness subside.

You, me, Hard Deck 7 pm! The whole class is meeting up!

You smiled at the screen and all thoughts of Tom and the hope that he would text that he was glad you made it to Miramar safely quickly left your head.

You made it to the Hard Deck a few minutes after 7. As you walked in you saw a collection of khaki surrounding the pool table. You made eye contact with Phoenix, who lifted her empty glass with pleading eyes. You smiled, giving her a nod that indicated her next round was on you before you headed to the bar. You didn’t notice when more khaki uniforms shuffled into the already-packed bar.

“What do we have here? If it ain’t Phoenix!” A tall blonde made his way over to Phoenix and the others. “And here I thought we were special, Coyote. Turns out the invite went to anyone.”

She rolled her eyes, “Fellas, this here’s Bagman.”

“Hangman,” he smiled as if the snide comment didn’t bother him.

“Whatever.” She turned to Fanboy and Payback, “You’re looking at the only naval aviator on active duty with a confirmed air-to-air kill.”

“Stop.” He tried his best to fain embarrassment.

“Mind you, the other guy was in a museum piece from the Korean War.”

“Cold war,” he corrected. “Different wars, same century.”

She smiled back at him, “Not this one.”

“Who are your friends?” He nodded toward the two men on either side of her.

“Payback. Fanboy. And Stinger’s at the bar grabbing drinks.”

“Stinger...?” he spoke in barely a whisper. Hangman could feel his heart skip a beat at a name he hadn’t heard in years but never forgot. There’s no way…

After a few moments you made your way over to the pool table, Nat’s tequila and soda in one hand and your drink of choice in the other.

“What did I miss?” You said squeezing in next to Nat and handing her a drink.

I knew I'd see her around.

I'd be at some party, she'd show up and I'd be walking out.

“Stinger! This is-“

You interrupted before she could finish, “Hangman. It’s been a while, Seresin.” The corner of your lip turns up slightly as you maintain eye contact.

“That it has…” Jake’s eyes wandered through the room, itching for an escape. He figured it was inevitable that he would run into you again, but he wasn’t prepared for it to be now. He saw Rooster out of the corner of his eye, “Bradshaw! Is that you?” Bradley made his way over to the group and you watched as the two men had a dick-measuring contest.

You moved closer to Nat. “Well, he hasn’t changed,” she sighed as she turned back to you.

“Nope. Sure hasn’t…” a small smile making its way across your lips. You downed the rest of your drink, “I think I’m gonna head out. I have a lot of shit to do before Monday.” The reaction between you and Hangman had Nat curious but she knew better than to bombard you with questions.

You were barely at the parking lot before you had your phone in hand dialing Viper’s number. Time differences be damned!

“You knew, didn’t you?!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You could hear Viper’s smile through the phone.

“You knew he was here!”

“Okay maybe… Yeah, I knew. But come on Sting… I know you still have feelings for him.”

“That doesn’t matter I have Tom...” You didn’t even sound convincing to yourself.

Viper held herself back from sharing her thoughts about Tom. “Well, a lot can happen in a few weeks. Maybe keep your options open.”

You rolled your eyes and let out a soft sigh. “I’ll talk to you later V. Love you.”

“Love you too, S. Be safe up there.”

The first two weeks had been maddening. Top Gun training was a lot, to put it mildly. Being so close to Jake Seresin brought up feelings you thought you had long since buried and it didn’t help that Tom was MIA due to work.

You were wrapping up your post-flight checks, humming along to the music softly playing from the speaker on your workbench.

We just needed some time.

Your mood dampened slightly at the choice of song. You didn’t listen to much country before you met Jake. Coming from the Lone Star State, it’s all he would listen to. It didn't take long for the genre to grow on you. But even after all those years, there was a pull somewhere in your heart whenever a song like that would come on.

Thought I would be fine, but maybe not.

“Hey, Honeybee.” Jake mentally hit himself for the nickname.

Speak of the devil.

You couldn’t help the shiver that made its way down your spine. You wouldn’t say it out loud but you missed the nickname. One only he ever got to call you.

You turned around to see Jake walking towards you. You stood, adjusting your flight suit.

“Good job out there today.” Jake was looking down at the ground.

“Thanks. Same to you.” You gave him a small smile just as his gaze made its way to your face. “Mav’s a hard ass, but this is a good team and I think we have what it takes.”

He couldn’t help but smile, “Hard ass might be underselling it, but I have to agree.” He looks back at the ground once more. “Hey, I’m happy you’re here. While I had some doubts about some of the pilot selections, I never had a second thought about you being here.”

“Thank you, Jake. I-“ Before you can finish your thought you hear a door open next to you. When you look over the sight of Tom is a surprising one. He had barely spoken to you since your arrival, let alone mention coming down to see you.

“Sorry, am I interrupting?” Tom’s arm was slung heavy and uncomfortable on your shoulders.

“Tom, this is Lt. Jake Seresin. He’s also attending Top Gun.”

Hangman extended a handout to Tom, “Nice to meet you, Tom.”

“Back at you, buddy.” Tom leaves Jake’s hand empty, pulling out his phone from his pocket. “Hey babe how about you clean up your grimy self and we meet somewhere for a drink.”

You try your best to brush off Tom’s brazen attitude, “Umm yeah we can meet at the Hard D-“

Tom cuts you off, moving his arm from your shoulder and turning all his focus to his phone, “Yeah. Cool. Let’s meet there in a few hours?” Without waiting for your reply, he starts making his way towards the exit. “Just send me the address.”

You let go of a sigh that caught you somewhat by surprise. “Well, I guess I should wrap up my checks and get out of here.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Jake.

Jake was taken aback by the little interaction but bit his tongue. He had no right to comment on your current relationship, even if he hated how the guy talked to you. “Yeah,” he paused for a brief moment, “I’ll see you at the Hard Deck.”

You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face, “yeah, see you there.”

Jake sat at the bar of the Hard Deck watching Penny and the new bartender pour drinks while he debated his decision to come tonight. The second he saw you for the first time since the Academy, everything that happened between you and him came flooding back. Meeting you in Corpus Christi after your dad got promoted and stationed at their Naval Air Station, going to the Academy together, long nights spent studying, and even longer nights spent intertwined with one another. He missed you. He wanted to convince himself that he didn’t, but he did. He always wondered where you two would have been had you been stationed together after graduation or had you tried to make things work despite the distance. Maybe you wouldn’t have been with that jackass now…

Jake looked up from his drink to be met with a view of the said jackass. However, the hands that were hanging all over Tom, didn’t belong to you. Jake watched for a few more moments as Tom’s hands grabbed at the girl’s ass. Before he knew what he was doing, Jake was making his way towards Tom, taping the shorter, dark-haired man on the shoulder.

“What the-Ho, hey Jacky boy!” Tom’s demeanor quickly changed when faced with the taller blonde.

“It’s Jake.” Jake was straight-faced and unamused.

“Yeah, that’s what I said. Any way you mind?” Tom’s eyes moved from Jake to the girl and back to Jake, hoping that Jake would catch the hit and keep quiet.

I wanna jump out, I wanna fight, I wanna say, "F- that guy!" but I can’t.

Jake knew exactly what that look meant. While he wasn’t proud of it, he had a past. When you first met in high school, Jake had a reputation for having a high “catch and release” rate. It was because of that it took him a while to convince you that he wanted something different with you. After you things reverted, never wanting something serious if it wasn't with you.

The doors to the Hard Deck opened and your gaze was drawn to Jake. Thoughts of Tom were nonexistent, to the point where you couldn’t be bothered to notice the shorter, dark-haired man or the shorter woman hanging all over him.

You waved to try and get Hangman’s attention. On further inspection, you could tell that the man was seething. Jake wasn’t one to share his emotions much and he wasn’t the most readable, but after spending years with him you could read him like a book. When you finally reached the man, you were met with the source of his anger.

“Tom?”

The girl turned to you with a look of disgust, as if you were beneath her. “And who are you?”

“Well, girlfriend doesn’t seem like an appropriate title anymore,” your attention shifted from her back to your ex-boyfriend, “does it, Tom?”

Tom let out a laugh that made you want to shrink into yourself. “Sure, sure. You know what? Fuck you! I could have any girl I want! I don’t have to put up with this bullshit!”

“What bullshit? You’re the one with another woman hanging all over you.”

“Oh, seriously?” Tom looked to Jake and back at you, “Like you haven’t been slutting yourself out to guys like him?”

“Hey hey hey!” Penny moved toward the two of you, “I will not have this shit in my bar.”

Tom scoffed, “And what are you going to do about it?”

Penny smirked and ranked the bell. The whole crowd cheered as Tom looked around in confusion.

“Overboard! Overboard! Overboard!”

Before he had time to think, much less react, Tom was hoisted into the air and carried toward the exit. Before he knew it his ass hit the sand and the doors to the bar were slammed shit.

Jake looked over to you, you had shrunk into yourself at Tom’s words but tried your best to hide it. He gently placed his hand on your shoulder. “You wanna get outta here?” He gave you his iconic smile and you couldn't help but give him a small smile in return.

“Yeah, I would rather be anywhere but here right now.”

“I think I know just the place.” He cashed you both out with Penny and led you to his truck.

“I hope this isn’t your masterful plan to get me back in your bed.” Half joking you look over to him.

He let out a breathy laugh, while he liked the thought of you back in his arms, tangled in the sheets of his bed, he knew that’s not what you needed. At least not right now. “Unlike some, I am capable of think without using my dick.”

The two of you drove in comfortable silence. You noticed that he had driven you back to Miramar. He parked and you looked at him with some confusion. “Come on,” he hopped out, grabbing two blankets out of his back seat before making his way towards the back of the truck and you followed. “You remember back in Corpus Christi when we would sneak onto the base and watch the planes take off.” He laid out the blankets and lifted you to sit on the truck bed.

“I remember us almost getting arrested senior.” I couldn’t help but laugh as you remember that night. You also remember that being the night you two first kissed.

He jumped up to sit next to you, “Thankfully, we don’t have to worry about that.”

Your eyes drifted in his direction, taking in his form. His strong arms, his hands that were much larger than your own. His strong jaw and beautiful eyes. You knew your timing could have been better, but you couldn’t stop yourself, “I’ve missed you, Jake…” Your head came to rest on his shoulder.

His head came to rest slightly on your own, “I missed you too, Honeybee.”

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[rohirric-hunter]

Returning to an old conversation about magic in LotR, something occurred to me the other day: Sting was a far more effective weapon against Shelob than Sam's sword, slicing through multiple of her webs with a single sweep and cutting into her belly without much apparent effort from Sam. The text is a bit unclear for the brief portion of the fight when Sam is using two swords, but it seems to me that the only wound Sam's own sword scores against her is against one of her eyes: "The shining sword bit upon her foot and shore away the claw. Sam sprang in, inside the arches of her legs, and with a quick upthrust of his other hand stabbed at the clustered eyes upon her lowered head." While both swords could potentially be shining, Sting is established to be glowing at this point due to the proximity of the orcs in the tower, so I'm inclined to believe that the shining sword here is Sting, the one that chops off the end of one of her legs no problem, while the other one strikes against her eye, established two paragraphs later to be her softest spot.

Now Frodo attributes this potency against Shelob to the sword's origins. "There were webs of horror in the dark ravines of Beleriand where it was forged." And basically this pans out, Gondolin, where Sting was made, was not too far from Ered Gorgoroth, where Ungoliant and her spawn (including, most likely, Shelob herself) lived until Beleriand fell. The logic here, is, perhaps, similar to the reasoning for why Frodo and Merry's barrow-blades were so potent against the Witch-king, having adopted a portion of their makers' loathing for a particular enemy. And there is indeed evidence enough for this: the first spider Bilbo encounters in Mirkwood "evidently was not used to things that carried such stings at their sides, or it would have hurried away quicker." This spider lived not too far from the Elvenking's halls, surely it had been attacked with weapons before, which does call up an idea of there being something especially terrible to it about this particular sword. (Though this spider is also inarguably quite inept and possibly stupid; no shade to Bilbo but losing a fight to a mostly-tied-up enemy that can't see in the dark and has never before fought anything more dangerous than a particularly stubborn door-to-door salesman doesn't exactly reflect well on its capabilities.)

But I think Sting had another enchantment on it, and one a great deal more recent, and possibly even more direct: the enchantment of its name.

Bilbo takes a sword from a troll-hoard, puts it on his belt and under his jacket, and then proceeds to carry it around for months without thinking about it at all -- until, that is, he finds himself face to face with a giant spider, a giant spider who, as is made clear in the text, was one of Shelob's own descendants: "Far and wide her lesser broods, bastards of the miserable mates, her own offspring, that she slew, spread from glen to glen, from the Ephel Duath to the eastern hills, to Dol Guldur and the fastnesses of Mirkwood (emphasis mine)."

So Bilbo takes his sword and makes his first kill, and what we witness next is a Moment by any definition: "Somehow the killing of the giant spider, all alone by himself in the dark without the help of the wizard or the dwarves of of anyone else, made a great difference to Mr Baggins. He felt a different person, and much fiercer and bolder in spite of an empty stomach, as he wiped his sword on the grass and put it back into its sheath."

Then Bilbo names the sword, and he names it Sting, calling to mind the thought of a fly that can fight off a spider, a tiny creature coming out on top in a fight with a fierce predator. And then he sets off and uses his newly minted sword to rescue his friends from giant spiders. And though he uses the sword again in his adventure, it is never such a great moment, and indeed he ends up missing a great deal of the battle where it would have been most useful, leaving this incident with the spiders as not only his first use of the weapon, but his most significant -- as The Hobbit is meant to be adapted from his memoirs, certainly the only one he felt important enough to write about.

And for sixty years Sting laid quiet in the Shire, hanging over Bilbo's mantle, where he told stories about it to his nieces and nephews and cousins and anyone else who would listen, and doubtless the story he kept circling back to was the one about the great spiders and the christening of his sword, and even if nobody believed it, a bit of a legend grew about it, and whatever deeds, if any, it was involved in before it found its way to the troll's hoard were forgotten, and it became the Sting, the sword that was used to defend friends from Shelob's brood.

I hardly need to point out the power inherent in names and the naming of things and people in Tolkien's work.

And then, seventy-eight years after its christening, Sting finds itself in another spider's lair, the grandmother or great-grandmother of that first spider that earned it its name -- and this is what it is, now. This is its entire identity, insomuch as a sword can have one of those. I think that over seventy-eight years Bilbo quite inadvertently but also quite effectively wove an enchantment against Shelob and her ilk on that sword, never knowing how much it would matter in the end. Indeed, I would put forth that there was no other weapon in contemporary Middle-earth that would have been such a bitter sting to Shelob; similar enchantments, perhaps, could be found in Thranduil's halls from his people's long struggle against the spiders there, but on a blade from Gondolin, which shared a mountain range with the land where Ungoliant herself lived for a time? And Glamdring and Orcrist would have inherited those properties alongside Sting, but they had a legacy of goblin slaying, not spider slaying.

So, quite by accident, Frodo and Sam walked into Shelob's lair with the best possible chance of escaping her.

[buckrecs]

hey! Hope you're having a good day!

i was wondering if you can mack a masterlist for bucky x female neighbor?

Neighbor!Bucky

masterlist | req masterlist

EVERYBODY should have a bucky barnes as their neighbor

ONESHOT

Next door neighbor by @buckylattes

Your next door neighbor, Bucky, has been trying to get your attention for a while now, but he fears that he’s taken the whole situation the wrong way. Will you ever give him a chance?

cookies, kisses and such by @stevebabey

All This Time by @jobean12-blog

When you finally meet your new neighbor you can tell you’re going to have a difficult time staying away from him, even though you should.

Bribe the Super by @real-jane

You have a very hot neighbor. He happens to think the same of you.

What Are Friends For? by @gogolucky13

When you threaten to swear off men for good after your last bad date, your neighbor and friend offers to help change your mind.

Day After Tomorrow by @buckyarchives

enhanced hearing is both a blessing and a curse. eavesdropping, loud music, footsteps and when your sweet neighbor has been coughing her pretty head off all day.

do i even have a chance? by @noceurous

you’ve found him and he was sure he didn’t have a chance

just a dream by @itsmeatballworld

Bucky and reader are neighbors in Brooklyn. When reader has a spicy dream about the broody man, it sets off a series of events that ignites something in both of them.

mutual by @buckycuddlebuddy

the windows you were sharing were belong to your bedrooms, and ─okay, it was wrong, bucky knew this but he was only human ─ you sometimes left your curtains open.

valentine by @softlyspector

You're Bucky's neighbor, Bucky is your secret admirer. Valentine's day and a potential date forces him to act.

Foolish Heart by @jadedvibes

You thought Bucky would never want to settle down, but it turns out you were very wrong.

A Very Special Recipe by @straywords

You’re feeling adventurous in the kitchen and your sinfully attractive neighbor has just the ingredient you need for that unique experiment.

Secret Admirer by @bxcketbarnes

Sneaky by @imagine-docx

Being neighbours with a cute boy has some perks. Also, Sam is being the best wingman (no pun intended) he possibly could.

see through by @buckys-black-dress

where bucky's your inconsiderate neighbor, but he's a frequent flyer at the coffee shop where you work, and you're determined to get on his good side.

Gentle Giant by @touchstarvedirl

You and your neighbor Bucky have will we, won’t we thing going on and you devise a plan to get him to tell you how he feels. It doesn’t go according to plan, or does it?

Neighborly by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

living in the apartment down the hall from Bucky Barnes is definitely not what you expected-and you definitely didn’t expect him to show up bleeding at your door.

blame it in the neighbors by @nev3rfound

having recently moved in next door, you and bucky become fast friends. however, there’s something looming between the two of you and it comes to light when it’s revealed you’re in the hospital.

Can’t Hurt Me by @sweetbbarnes

You're the one that takes care of Bucky after missions, only this time he asks for a different kind of relief.

SERIES

new neighbor by @alisonsfics

being bucky's next door neighbor and slowly getting to know each other and falling in love?

Paper Walls by @writingcroissant

 Your apartment happens to be right next to Bucky's, heads only separated by a paper-thin wall, leading to you witnessing every second of his nightmares. Although, bonding over your late night conversations, you seem to forget that you never even saw him before.

Time after Time by @justsomebucky

When the reader’s parents divorce, her mother moves her to a new town, right next door to Bucky Barnes. This is their love story.

Hey Neighbor by @moonbeambucky

You had a plan and then life came along with one of its own. With your future almost derailed you worked hard to get yourself back on track and finally everything seemed to be going right... that is, until your new neighbor moved in.

Teardrops on Lashes by @delicatelyherdreams

After the Chitauri invaded New York and nearly ended your life, you moved to Bucharest to get away from the superhero stuff. You simply wanted an uneventful, ordinary life. But when a stranger moves into the apartment next to yours, you begin to question those aspirations and choose to risk it all for love.

A Friendly Wager by @justsomebucky

Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Come Over by @moonstruckbucky

You’re new to New York City. Fresh out of post-grad and wanting a change of pace, and this change comes in more ways than one. 

Keeping Me Up by @writing-for-marvel

When Bucky moves in next door, you seem to get much less sleep than when your previous neighbour lived in apartment 4a.

[starliights-shining]

Bayverse Megatron and Optimus prime w gn cybertronian crush

Where he gets asked by reader's old friend, "Are you their conjux?" Cause apparently anyone who knows reader well enough knows that they're into large mechs who can definitely dominate them.

Also also, reader reluctantly explaining to him as to why he got asked that question

Hi hi! SOrry this took so long to come out, but don't worry its here now! I hope this is what you were looking for, Enjoy :)

Charaters: Bayverse! Optimus Prime, Bayverse! Megatron

Warnings: Megatron got a small spice kick at the end other than that none

Optimus Prime

He'd questin why the Bot is asking him and not you, but then wouldn't really be worried about it.. He might wounder if you two look that comfy and cozy with each other. He'll bring it up to you, expecting it to be some simple and easy mistake, but is a little worried and confussed when you hesitate to tell him why they asked him. Honestly I feel like he'd find it just a tad bit funny and would even ask if they assume things like this alot. With Optimus I feel like its all light hearted.

You spent a lot of time around Optimus Prime, I mean he is leading the autobots in a battle over Earth. The same battles that were in and the same battles he asks for your expert opinions in, So of course you spent a lot of time with him. Helms clicking together as you both looked at the same holo projected map of the battle fields. If you asked anyone from an outside perspective they’d say you two looked quite cozy for just ‘co-workers’, which gets you in this situation. Face to face with them as they ask why that boy asked if he was your Conjux.

His cobalt optics staring down at you, you could feel them watching, taking in every bit of your small frame while you thought about how to tell him the reason. Your processor moving quicker than you can actually keep up with. You felt yourself shrinking into your frame, shoulder plating coming up to touch your audio receptors, you honestly didn’t want to be in this situation. If they could have just kept their mouth shut and not said a single thing, you could have your feelings and further more information to yourself. Your optics searched for answers in the surroundings.

“So, I would like for you to answer.” 

Your optics flickered back over to him, locking with his blue optics, those same blue optics that seemed to be searching yours for an answer. You thought more, you could just turn around and walk away, or maybe say it super fast so he doesn’t understand, or you could ‘man up’ as Sam would say and tell him the real reason. You sighed, lowering your shoulders and moving closer to him. Your servos go to grab his and you look down at him. Studying the grey metal and all their scars. You finally look back up at him, Squinting your optics as you smile sweetly. 

“Promise you won’t be upset or mad or weirded out or,” 

He cut you off. 

“I swear.” 

You smiled, letting out a small sigh, you guess now is the time. 

“They asked you because they know,” 

You trailed off, the one thing you were trying not to do, because primus knows how hard it is for you to get back onto the same sentence. 

“They know what?” 

He was confused, which is valid, he has every right to be confused. He should be so confused that he doesn’t want to know why they asked him such a question. It would make your life so much easier right now. 

“They know,”

You took a deep breath, the thought to just spit it out crossing your processor. 

“They know I’m into bigger mech who can like totally dominate me in any situation whatsoever.” 

You took your chance, a sigh leaving you. You now stood servo in servo with the Autobot leader with a terrible poster, helm looking straight at the ground between the two of you and your optics squeezed shut. 

You heard him chuckle, the sound causing you to open one optic and peek up at him. 

“What nonsense, all this for that.”

You were awestruck, stuck looking up at the ‘larger totally dominating’ mech frozen. You could hear him talking, see his mouth moving, a smile gracing his features but you can’t hear him. He gave your servos a light squeeze, bringing you back to him. 

“Don’t fret, this will not change my views on you.” 

You let out a relieving sigh, a small smile forming on your face. 

“It enhances my views of you.” 

Megatron

Is confussed, gives the Con who asked the question an evil look and pushes them away. Honestly I think he'd take it as in insult. He'd say something like, "You think me, Lord Megatron, Is soft to some random Con." He truly thinks they saw him as weak, weak enough to have a conjux, he cannot concern himself with such minor things during this war. When he brings it up to you about being asked, he'll just stare at you, waiting for some or any response. After explaining he'll take it as a completement that they asked, and even thought he looked dominating.

Once again you find yourself in the questioning crossfire of your leader, Megatron, after one of your dearly beloved Cons let their mouth slip. Asking Lord megatron if he is your conjux, landing you this great conversation with the war criminal. He seemed uninterested, more concerned on why they’d think he’d marry and have a weakness during such a turning point within the war. His optics actually hadn’t even landed on you, more concerned with Starscream.

He trailed off, punching and pulling things off Starscream while also yelling at the Mech. He just so happened to be doing the one thing that got him asked the question. Your smaller frame standing in front of the ruble Megatron called his ‘throne’ watching as he ‘dominated and controlled’ the screamer. His assault came to an end, pushing Starscream away with his foot and saying something about him being useless, oh well not really what you were focused on. 

Your optics stared at the leader, his back turned to you as he let out audible intakes, you could see his frame moving up and down from where you stood. The damage from his fights with the Autobots shows you the wear and tear of him. Besides his face the only thing that drew your attention was his wound, the gaping gash peeking over his shoulder plating with its screeching red and fire orange melted end, the little bot critter trying his hardest to put him back together. He stretched, showing off the movement of his joints and other moving metal, he turned around, facing you. That face mixed with displeasure and satisfaction traveling into his optics as he looked down on you. Your own optics not paying much attention to his, just taking in the way he frame looked, traveling all over his chest plating and then down to his midsection, your optics taking the way his midsection tapered into his hips, primus you loved it. 

“You do know why you’re here. Get to the point and start answering questions.” 

Your optics flickered up to his, cherry red staring you down. You felt like you were shrinking, in a terribly good way. You would smile up at him, but seeing as his temper is already short, you didn’t. You brought your servo up to your mouth, letting out a throat clearing noise as you got ready to speak. You stepped up to the Mech, keeping a serious face, your mouth opened and then it hit you. You didn’t know exactly what to tell him, How to say it, and how to explain it. You looked away, for this might be the first time since you joined the Decepitcons you’ve held yourself back around him. 

“Go on, I don’t have all day.” 

You lifted your servo, squinting an eye and smiling, your optics looking up at him. He's just looking down at you, crimson optics staring holes into you, waiting for an answer. You thought you’d play with his time, the worst that could happen is he yells at you, stands over you, or kills you. 

“What did you call me here for again?” 

He scoffs, backing up and sitting in his, pile of trash, throne. 

“Why was I asked if I'm your conjux.” 

He slumped in his chair, manspreading out his ass and a servo coming up to support his helm. You froze, shoulders slumping, you wanted him, you wanted to sit in his lap and be dominated by him. You shook your helm, once again locking optics with him and sighed, why waste time when he already has you right here. 

“They know that I like mech who can dominate at any time.” 

Your voice got smaller and quieter the longer you talked, you were sure Megatron couldn’t hear what you said. You looked away from him, taking interest in the leftover scraps he pulled from Starscream, before you heard him hum. Your optics flickered back towards him, locking with his cherry red’s. 

“Interesting.”  

He didn’t seem upset or anything, more pleased. You guess it's because it sounded like a compliment, they thought he was your conjux because he looked dominating. So he has no need to be upset or angry at you, too bad the poor bot who asked barely got away after asking him that. 

“Perhaps, I can show you true dominance.”

[winterfleursblog]

𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 !

☆ Pairing: Nanami x Fem!reader

☆ Genre: Fluff

☆ Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol, very slight swearing. Reader was a student of Jujutsu High.

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑵𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒐 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅

Nanami as your Schoolmate

You two met in the 2nd year of Jujutsu high, and it was literally at a vending machine. That day, he was in a really bad mood, and so he was kicking the machine 'cause it won't drop his drink.

"Goddamn it! This shit isn't working" he exclaimed, and you witnessed all of these quietly. It might be weird, but you actually found him cute while sulking. Even though he looked like that one weird emo classmate you'd definitely avoid, you tapped his shoulder to give him a drink.

He was shocked when he felt your hand tap his shoulder, and a faint blush appeared on his cheeks out of embarrassment. All he could say was "thanks" before you left the scene.

Ever since that moment, you two met in the library, at the convenience store, and almost everywhere you go. It seemed weird how he is offline whenever your online game buddy is offline. You also caught him one time in the library playing your favorite game, but were too shy to approach him 'cause it seemed like he was hiding from the librarian.

One day, you saw each other in the library, and mustered up the courage to ask him, "Hey...are you user SilentAnhilator?"

This was probably the riskiest and most embarrassing thing you've ever done in your life—asking someone you're not close with and at the same time, outing yourself as a gamer.

You expected him to give you a sour look, however, you were met with a blushing teenage Nanami which you still find cute whenever you remember it.

"I....Yes"

You became friends after that incident.

The trio formed (you, Nanami, and Haibara) always went on missions together, where Nanami would remain silent. Of course, he isn't safe from your teasing and Haibara's jokes no matter where you go.

Nanami as your boyfriend

He confessed to you after a year of being colleagues. He realized that the reason he gets awkward around you is not because you were former classmates, but because he liked you.

He decided to confess his feelings after seeing you in the infirmary, heavily injured from a mission.

"Are you okay? Do you need meds? Can you stand? Please, answer me."

That was the first time you ever saw Nanami cry. You asked him why he was so worked up to the point of shedding tears, it's just a stab and a few broken bones—nothing that Shoko can't fix.

"I'll tell you why when...the time is right." He brushed that question off, but your heart was beating fast, hoping that it was more than a friend's concern.

A week later when you were fully recovered, he asked you out for dinner. There, he formally confessed his feelings like a mature man would.

"Y/n, I hope you don't feel uncomfortable, it's just that I have something to confess."

That moment, you could hear your heart beating fast.

"I like you, romantically, as a lover. At first, I didn't know why I felt nervous around you and why... my knees get weak when I see you. I thought I just saw you as a dear friend and a valuable colleague but as time passed, I started seeing you in my dreams and I could tell that it already was beyond platonic..."

You remained silent, still taken aback by his words, face flushed in red.

"...I'm sorry if this is so sudden, but can I date you? I promise to properly court you, and I definitely take relationships seriously."

Seeing you flustered and speechless, he thought he was making you uncomfortable. But in fact, you were just taking time to process your 10-year crush's confession.

"I-I'm sorry, I made my dear friend uncomfortable. I understand if you don't feel the sam—"

"I like you too" was all you could say before hugging him tightly. Immediately, he reciprocated the action by hugging back.

Since that night, he started courting you by giving gifts, talking sweetly, and doing affectionate acts of service. Of course, he remained very respectful. In fact, your first kiss happened only after 3 months of dating.

He is very good in handling his alcohol, and so he always goes with you to office parties (which is always with Jujutsu High teachers).

* f/n=your first name

(He knew that you still had a hangover from the way you typed. Right after getting on the car, he continued to tease you about drunk-flirting with him on your way to Jujutsu High.)

Nanami as your husband

Please read my previous fics to see how he proposed to you 🙏🏻

He is definitely a caring husband who wants nothing but to live a peaceful life with you.

When you two married, you immediately moved to your house in Kuantan, Malaysia. That house was planned for and built for 2 years (through mutual efforts)

Now both retired from being sorcerers, he works a simple job at a bakery down the street while you pursue your dream of being a lawyer.

Since you both decided to live a simple life, he used his savings for the past 10 years in funding your daily expenses (he still earns a constant sum from his humble job at the bakery).

One day, you got sick and he had just finished his shift at the bakery.

Notes: I love him so much I'm so delusional but I don't think I could ever find a man like him.

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Prom Night

Sam and Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: the gang’s all here to send you off to the prom

“Awww.”

“Shut up, Bobby,” you groaned. Bobby just smirked.

“What? I’m just saying—“

“He’s saying you look great,” Ellen interrupted. “He’s just doing it like a jerk.”

“You sure you don’t want my gun?” Joe asked. “I mean, if you change your mind—“

“I’m not bringing a gun to prom, Joe. But thanks.” Joe wasn’t one to worry about you, so the fact that she was offering you her gun was probably the biggest complement on your appearance that you’d gotten tonight. “Hey, where are Sam and Dean?” You asked.

“I think they’re scared to look,” Bobby chuckled.

“They’re not ready to come in here and see an adult,” Ellen said. “I think they forgot that you’re not still six.”

“You know we can hear you,” came Dean’s voice from Bobby’s kitchen.

“Then get in here,” Bobby demanded.

Your hands started to fidget as your brothers stepped into the room. Joe, Ellen, and Bobby were your friends; they’d tell you you were beautiful no matter what. But Sam and Dean were your brothers, and jerks too. Usually you didn’t mind stupid degrading jokes from them, that’s just how brothers were, and you threw back just as many at them. But tonight you felt particularly vulnerable, and you didn’t want any of their comments to go to your head.

You shouldn’t have worried.

“That’s it,” Dean said the moment he stepped into the room. “You’re taking a gun.”

“Dean, I’m not taking a gun.”

“Then take mace. Or brass knuckles. Or a knife, you need a—“

“Dean, stop,” Sam interrupted. You felt your breath catch when his eyes turned to you. Was that…was he crying? Not totally, but his eyes were definitely red. “Honey, you look beautiful.” He took a step forward and pulled you into a hug, and you were pretty sure it was either to ease the awkwardness or to avoid letting you see him cry.

“Thanks,” you whispered so that only Sam could hear. Then, loud enough for everyone, you said, “you’re gonna get me all wrinkled.”

“Sorry,” Sam chuckled as he pulled away, making way for Dean to come in for a hug.

“You really are beautiful, kid,” he said, and when he pulled back a little you got a good look at his face.

“Are you crying?” Ok, Sam was one thing, but Dean?

“Shut up,” he grunted, pushing your shoulder. “Isn’t it about time you left?”

“Crap,” you muttered, glancing at your watch. “Yeah.”

“You sure you don’t need a ride?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, I’m going with a group, they’ll pick me up down the road.”

“Have fun,” Dean demanded. “Just not too much fun.”

You rolled your eyes. “Bye.”

The room was strangely silent after you left, no one quite sure what to do. They weren’t about to break into cliches, saying things like they grow up so fast or something. But it also didn’t feel right to just leave yet.

“Beer anyone?” Bobby broke the silence.

“Coffee,” Dean answered. “It’s not like any of us are going to sleep during this stupid thing.”

There were a few eye rolls at Dean’s words, but no one turned down the coffee.

[octoberclidan]

You're Safe Here

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader (platonic)

Note: This was requested anonymously. It's definitely one of my longer pieces, I hope you like it! There is reference to and description of domestic abuse and issues with both mental and physical health issues.

Request: The reader is running from her past. Her ex is an abusive ass. One day he had hurt her so bad, that she was left to die in their shared apartment. With a fractured skull, several fractured ribs and a stab wound to her lungs her neighbor found her and calls 911.

After being discharged not fully healed she packs a bag and tries to run from the bad memories. She goes to the next bus stop and never turns back. Several days sitting in different busses in her weakened state she decides that this should be her new hometown... But it's getting dark and sooner rather than later she is lost in the woods of this god forsaken town. Too weak to go any further she collapsed in front of the Winchester's bunker. The two find her after coming home from a hunt. They bring her in and Dean is immediately taken aback from her beauty but wonders why her body is littert with bruises. When she comes to she instantly panics because she thinks her ex found her. They keep her calm and after some days she trust these two handsome strangers, but never tells her story. Because of the injuries, which are still healing she often suffers from severe migraine attacks and also is out of breath fast because of her damaged lung.

Time passes by and the three are thick as thieves. But the two brothers want to know her story, what had happened to her that day in summer when they found her. Now it's winter and they actually only know some small thinks about her. Although she really likes the boys (especially Dean ;)) and trust them she lives in constant fear of her ex. Because of that stress her migraines get really bad (heavy dizziness, nausea, visual disorder). She tries to hide her bad condition but the observant brother don't eat her shit. After some rough days of her in constant pain and migraine attacks and the boys taking care of her, she has a full blown panic attack at night. The boys are instantly at her side, calming her down. But she is so out of it and just keeps mumbling apologies and pleads that they don't hurt her. Finally Sam and Dean do the math and are suspicious what might had happened to her. Dean, who is in love with her, gets so angry that he is discussing very loudly with Sam and the reader eavesdrops the wohle thing but just hears that Dean is disappointed in her because she was not honest with her truth. In her confused state she leaves the bunker. In just some thin Leggins and one of Dean's sweater she gets lost in the woods, a snow storm raging over the city. Too exhausted collapsed and has hallucinations about her past. Sooner rather than later the boys notice her disappearance and search for their friend. They find her deathly pale lying in the snow, sweating from a fever and the hallucinations....

It would be fantastic if you can come up with an happy end. They treat her and she apologizes for her lies concerning her past. And Dean then understands that she ran away because she heard her. She tells them her story and Dean tells her that she is always safe with him....

Masterlist

Story:

[Y/N] was woken up by a beeping sound. Her eyes were still closed, and she could feel a small bubble of frustration building up when she struggled to open them. Her mind felt foggy, she didn't know where she was, or where the beeping from. She didn't know why everything smelled like disinfectant; her room should smell like vanilla from the candle that she had only just lit twenty minutes ago. Why did her head hurt so much? Why did breathing leave a sharp pain in her side? She tried to sit up, but her body felt stiff, it felt like there was something on her chest, holding her down. The weight on her chest was starting to make her panic, causing her breaths to quicken and the pain in her side increased. She could hear the beeping get louder and faster, what was happening? Where was she?

There was a muffled voice, but she couldn't quite make out who it was or what it was saying. She felt a hand on her shoulder, but she still couldn't open her eyes. The voice didn't sound familiar, but it sounded like it might be saying something familiar. Was it her name? Was the muffled voice saying her name? She tried to slow her breathing down as each breath felt like she was being stabbed. She took a deep breath in, tried to ignore the weight on her chest and then slowly blew her breath out. She tried this several more times, and noticed that the beeping was slowing down as she did so. She also noticed that the weight was starting to lift, and the muffled voice was becoming clearer. It was definitely saying her name. Finally, she tried to open her eyes again, and this time it worked.

Everything was unfocused, but there was a figure wearing blue beside her. "Miss [Y/L/N]? Can you hear me?". The voice was coming from the blue person. She rolled her eyes around, trying to find something to focus on when she felt the hand on her shoulder squeeze. She looked to her side and saw the figure's arm, then traced it up to the figure's face. It was a nurse, a woman, maybe early fifties, wearing a kind expression. The woman spoke again "Can you hear me?". [Y/N] nodded. "You're in the hospital. Do you feel any pain or discomfort?" [Y/N] nodded again and opened her mouth to speak, but it was completely dry and she could only cough. "Try not to speak, just nod or shake your head. Do you understand?" [Y/N] nodded her head while the nurse handed her a cup of water. "Okay, are you in pain?". Again [Y/N] nodded, looking down at her side. "Alright, I will adjust your pain medication". The nurse took her hand from [Y/N]'s shoulder and began typing something into a tablet. "Do you know why you're here?".

[Y/N] didn't answer straight away. She remembered sitting in her bedroom, she had just lit a scented candle and picked out a book to read. Her boyfriend was away for the weekend and she was looking forward to some alone time. Things had been rocky with her relationship for awhile now. It had started off great, Mark was a seemingly nice guy who she had met in work and they'd hit it off. They had similar interests and hobbies, they shared several friends, and she had moved in to his apartment over a year ago. However, not long after moving in things started to change. At first it was small things, Mark became lazier with the house chores, expecting [Y/N] to either do them, or leave them undone. They would both come home tired from work but [Y/N] would be the one to cook dinner, clean the dishes, do the shopping, and clean the house.

The choice between doing all the chores or leaving them undone had eventually been taken away when Mark began shouting at [Y/N] for not doing them. He would drop food on the floor and wait for her to clean it up. He would scream at her when he opened the fridge to find it hadn't been stocked up. He only ever opened the dishwasher to check that [Y/N] had emptied it. The insults started a few months later. He would call her lazy for being tired at the end of a long day, he would mock her outfit choices, or tell her she needed to put on more makeup. He would shout at her and threaten to leave her out on the street any time she stood up for herself. He would call her stupid, comment on her weight, tell her that she was useless. The thing that made it harder for her to leave him, was that he would apologise. He would call her a million names, shout in her face, make her cry, leave her alone to do everything herself, and then he would say he was sorry, that he loved her, and that he would do better. He would hold her, stroke her hair, kiss her forehead, and say everything would be okay. Then the cycle would repeat.

"Miss, you you know why you're here?". The nurse's voice called [Y/N] from her train of thought. She was in hospital because of Mark. He had made the move from verbal and emotional abuse to physical abuse. He was supposed to be away for the weekend, she was supposed to have a few days to herself to relax, get comfortable in her bed, and catch up on her book. She didn't hear the front door open or close, she didn't hear the footsteps coming up the stairs. She only heard him when he had swung the bedroom door open, his face full of rage and his eyes locking on to her as if she was his prey.

"Where the fuck is he?" Mark spat. [Y/N] looked at him, startled and confused, a deer caught in headlamps. "Do not make me any angrier than I already am [Y/N], I said, where the fuck is he?"

"I-I don't... where is who?"

"I know you have a man up here, I know you're a stupid little whore. Tell me where the fuck he is. Now".

[Y/N] could feel her heart racing, she knew she was in danger, she knew she wasn't safe. "It's just me, I'm alone, there is no one else".

"You're really going to lie to my face and tell me you haven't been cheating on me? In my own fucking house?"

"I haven't! I swear, I have never cheated on you". Tears were streaming down her face, and Mark took a step towards her. That's when the light from the window hit the knife in his hand, drawing her attention to it. "Wha-what are you doing?" Mark took another step closer to her, and.. beeping.

"Mark" [Y/N] croaked out. The nurse looked up from her tablet and gave [Y/N] a kind smile.

"Yes, Mark, your emergency contact. He has been kept updated on your condition every day for the last four weeks. Don't worry, as soon as I'm done here I will let him know that you're awake". Four weeks? Had she heard that right? The door to the room opened, and a quick wave of anxiety spread through [Y/N]'s body before she saw it was a woman, not Mark. The woman walked into the room and took the place of the nurse, who handed off the tablet before leaving.

"Good afternoon [Y/N], my name is Dr. Greene, I am so glad to see that you're awake". She offered a comforting smile. "I know things might be a bit muddy for you at the moment, but that's okay. You're here because you were attacked in a home invasion, your neighbour heard screaming and called 911 but your attacker had fled the scene before emergency services arrived. You suffered quite severe injuries to your head, and you sustained several broken ribs and four stab wounds with a punctured lung. It was rocky at the start but we are confident now that you will make a full recovery. We'd like to keep you here for another few days for observation, but the fact that you're awake and aware is the good sign we've been waiting for. The police would like to interview you as soon as they can, they want to know if you remember anything about your attacker." [Y/N] noticed the beeping was starting to get faster again. She couldn't see Mark again. "Don't worry, I will refrain from letting them know that you're awake until Mark gets here, he has visited you every day and has stayed by your bedside every moment outside of his work." The doctor offered another comforting smile but [Y/N]'s focus was on the door. "If you need anything, just press the button here on the side of your bed and someone will come in to you. I will come and check on you in the next half hour anyway".

As soon as the doctor left the room, [Y/N] was pulling the IV out of her arm and leaning up to get out of the bed. She managed to swing her legs over the side of the bed, but she immediately felt pain in her side and had to stop moving to catch her breath. More carefully, she planted her feet on the ground and stood up, leaning on the side of the bed for support. She spotted a bag on the couch in the room and slowly made her way towards it, and was relieved to find some of her clothes in it. She lifted off her hospital gown and inspected her side, she wasn't surprised to see a series of stitches where the apparent four stab wounds had been. She slipped on some underwear, a pair of jeans, and a loose hoodie, not wanting to wear anything too constricting over her cuts. She found some socks, and her shoes were on the floor beside the couch. Once she was fully dressed, she took another look in the bag, hoping to find her phone, but it wasn't there. Looking around the room one last time to see if there was anything of use she could take, she spotted a wallet on the table beside the bed. Mark's wallet. Grabbing it she opened it to see what was inside and was almost excited enough to smile when she saw all of the cash he'd left inside it. She took all of it, zipping it into a pocket in her bag, leaving all of his cards and the wallet itself behind. She couldn't risk taking and using the cards, giving him an easy way to track her down, the cash would have to be enough.

She managed to make it out of the hospital and to a bus stop down the road, not sure exactly where she was going, but knowing she wanted to get as far away as she could. She didn't even want to be in the same state anymore. She got on the first bus that was heading out of town, and stayed on it until its last stop. She then got a second bus, and then a third, and a fourth. She spent the entire day on buses. It was 9pm when she finally decided that she needed something to eat. She found a diner not far from where the last bus left her, and she sat awkwardly at a booth, trying to organise her thoughts. She definitely got a few stares while she ate; she hadn't seen herself in a mirror since waking up but she couldn't imagine that she looked good having been unconscious for a month, just escaped a hospital and then sat on buses all day. She hadn't even realised just how hungry she was until she had taken her first bite, and she quickly finished all of her food.

Luckily there was a motel beside the diner where she was able to get a room for the night, but it left her low on cash. Counting out what she had left, she figured she had enough for one last bus journey which should at least get her to the next town over; Smith Center, Kansas. She had picked it out on the map at the last bus station, noting that it was small; no one would look for her there. It would then leave her with enough cash for a cheap motel for a couple of nights to give her some time to look for help or figure out what to do next.

***

Late morning the next day she found herself walking around Smith Center. It was a very small town, the choices of motels were limited. She arrived at the first one just to be told there were no rooms available. Her heart dropped when the next two, the only other two, told her the same thing. There were no other buses for the rest of the day, and she needed to find somewhere and fast. With no phone, she could only go by the map on the wall of the last motel. It looked like the nearest motel was a ten hour walk east, meaning it would be very late by the time she got there, and if they didn't have a room, she'd be stuck. She bought some cheap snacks and a bottle of water from the vending machine at the last motel before she set off on her journey.

***

Four and a half hours in she was walking along the edge of a road, only a couple of cars had passed her the entire walk so far. She had to keep stopping to catch her breath, and she had already finished her water. She cursed herself for not buying more than one bottle. It was also cold out, and her hoodie was doing little to shelter her from the breeze. Her side was killing her and her head was aching, her vision was becoming more and more unfocused the farther she pushed herself. She was pulled back to awareness by the loud beeping of a horn; a truck had slowed down beside her and a man was shouting something out of the window. "Are you alone out here?" He called. She ignored him, not even looking at him. "Hey, I asked you a question, are you alone? Do you need company?" The man was creeping her out and still without looking at him she turned sharply into the forest along the side of the road and just ran. She ran through the pain, she ran through the fogginess of her brain, she ran as fast as she could through the trees.

She needed to find her way out of the forest. She was cold, tired, it was dark, and the ache in her head and pain in her side had spread throughout her body. She knew that she was only moments away from collapsing. Then she found a door, surrounded by concrete and sunken into the side of a mound of earth, with a solid concrete building sitting on top of it. She grabbed onto the metal railing and made her way down a few steps to the door. She tried to bang on it but her strength was gone, she could only manage light taps; no one would be able to hear them. Too exhausted to walk back up the few steps onto the road, she leaned against the door. Any adrenaline she was running on had finally run out, and she slid down against the door, falling onto the ground and losing consciousness.

***

[Y/N] wasn't woken up by sunlight the next morning, or the rumbling of a car engine as it stopped outside the door. She wasn't woken up by the low voices, the hand on her shoulder, or the tap on her cheek. "Who do you think she is?"

"I don't know Dean, I got here at the same time as you".

"Hey". There was another tap on her cheek, and this time she stirred. "Hey, wake up". The sound of a man's voice startled her and her eyes shot open. The light from the sun hit her eyes before she could focus on the face in front of her and she shut them again while letting out a groan. "Who are you? Where did you come from?"

"Maybe let her wake up a little bit Dean, she doesn't look well".

"Should we take her to the hospital?" The word 'hospital' triggered an immediate response in [Y/N]'s mind. Hospitals within the radius that she could have travelled to within the period of time that she'd escaped would be at the top of his list of places to check for her.

"No, no hospital, please". Her voice was only a whisper, she was completely dehydrated.

"Okay, okay, come on, let's get you inside then". The man, Dean, pulled her into his arms and stood up. He looked down at her face to see that she had lost consciousness again. "Sam can you get the door?" They made their way down into the bunker, and Dean brought [Y/N] straight into one of the bedrooms, laying her down gently and brushing her hair out of her face.

"What do you think she has against hospitals?" Sam walked into the room with one of the bunker's first aid kids.

"Not sure, but it looks like she came from one. Look, she has stitches on her head, under her hair". Dean pushed back [Y/N]'s hair to show Sam. Sam leaned over to take a closer look, and then reached for her arm and pushed her sleeve up.

"Bruise from an IV too. I dunno Dean, maybe we should take her to the hospital anyway. Look at her, she's sick".

"How many times have we had to avoid hospitals for one reason or another? What if she's running from someone? No, we can watch over her until she wakes up again and then we can figure out who she is and why she was at our front door".

Sam scoffed at him. "Why do you care? She's a stranger, we don't even know her name". Dean just waved him off.

"Just bring in a glass of water, I'll try to wake her up again". Sam left the room and Dean sat on the edge of the bed. He put his hand on [Y/N]'s shoulder and gently rocked it. "Hey, wake up". She didn't respond, so he tried again. "Sweetheart, can you open your eyes for me?"

She could hear a man's voice, and she felt a hand on her shoulder, shaking her. She bolted up and pushed the hand off her shoulder, how had he found her? She was in the middle of nowhere, she'd left the hospital, she didn't have anything trackable, how had he found her so quickly?

"No, please, get off me". Her eyes were already full of tears and she couldn't make out the face in front of her, but she assumed it was Mark, that he had managed to find her. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to run". She sobbed. Dean didn't know what to do, he just held his hands back and slowly stood up from the bed to give her space.

"Hey, hey, I don't know who you're apologising to but you didn't run from me, I found you outside my door". Why did Mark sound different to usual? His voice wasn't that deep.

"What's going on?" Sam walked back into the room with a glass of water and looked from Dean to [Y/N].

"Hey, my name is Dean, you're safe here okay? I'm not gonna hurt you". [Y/N] sniffed and blinked the tears from her eyes, trying to focus on Dean's face. Not Mark, Dean. Once she could see his face she moved her eyes to Sam.

"I'm Sam, you were kinda unconscious at our front door... here, take this". He cautiously handed her the glass and nodded approvingly when she took it from him. Neither of them missed the way her hands trembled as she brought the glass up to her lips. "Can you tell us your name?" She shook her head and Sam looked to Dean with a confused expression. "Do you know where you are?" She looked around the room and shook her head again, her lip starting to quiver again. "That's okay, you're in Lebanon, Kansas. Like I said, I'm Sam, and this is my brother Dean". Dean smiled reassuringly at her. "We noticed some stitches on your head and an IV mark on your arm, were you in hospital?" [Y/N] nodded. "Okay, and you don't wanna go back?" She quickly nodded and cleared her throat.

"I-I can't".

"Why can't you Sweetheart? You're hurt". Dean asked.

"I just can't, not safe". She looked down at her glass of water.

"Okay, that's alright, but can you let us look at you properly? We're actually both pretty good with taking care of injuries. Those stitches will need to be monitored for one". Dean pointed at her head.

"Okay". She whispered.

"It will be a lot easier if you tell us your name, even just your first name, I promise we won't try to contact anyone". Sam smiled comfortingly at her when she looked up at him.

"[Y/N]".

"Alright [Y/N], welcome to the bunker, just so happens to be one of the safest places on earth". Dean had a look of pride on his face as he made that statement, but [Y/N] wasn't so sure she got what he meant - bunker? Were these brothers some sort of paranoid conspiracy theorists? They weren't wearing tin hats or anything and they looked genuine, but living in a bunker seemed pretty odd. Sam seemed to understand the expression on her face because he was quick to change the subject.

"Do you wanna take a shower or something and get some rest? Or a bath maybe if you're feeling too tired to stand?" A bath did sound pretty good, she was starting to think she probably didn't smell great after being in a hospital for a month, riding on a bunch of buses, walking for nearly five hours and then running until she collapsed.

"I-I'd like a bath".

"Come on, I'll show you where to go and I'll get you some clean clothes". Sam held his hand out to her. She knew she should be weary of these unusually tall and handsome strangers, but she couldn't help but feel trusting of them. She took his hand and he pulled her up while Dean helped to steady her on her feet. Sam let her hold onto his arm for support as he walked her to the bathroom. He gave her soap, shampoo, conditioner, and a warm fluffy towel and told her to take as long as she wanted, and that he would leave some clothes outside the door for her.

The bath definitely helped. At first it stung where her stitches were, and also the little scratches she must have picked up running through the forest. Once she properly got soaked in the hot water however, the stinging faded and she could feel her muscles relax. She was surprised to see that Sam had given her pretty high end shampoo and conditioner for her hair, which took awhile to wash since there were definitely a lot of knots and even a small twig in it. She looked down at her body while she was washing it and was shocked at the number of bruises she had. Luckily the stab wounds looked like they were healing pretty well, though they would definitely leave some scars.

Once she felt clean, she carefully got up from the tub and wrapped the towel around herself before opening the door to see what clothes had been left; a t-shirt, a warm looking flannel, and pyjama pants. They were all far too big on her, but they were definitely comfortable. She made her way back to the bedroom she had come from, and found Dean sitting at the desk in the room flicking through an old book. He looked up at her when she walked through the door and smiled. "Feeling better?" He asked her.

"Yeah, it definitely helped". She made her way over to the bed and sat on the side of it. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course".

"Why do you live here? In a bunker?" Dean scratched the back of his neck nervously, not really sure how to explain it.

"It's kind of a long story". He chuckled. "Why don't I tell you tomorrow after you've had some rest?" He closed the book he was flicking through and stood up from the desk, making his way to the bedroom door. "I'm just three doors down on the right, if you need anything at all during the night just knock. I've left another glass of water for you on the bedside table there, did you want something to eat before you go to bed?" [Y/N] shook her head, she wasn't sure her stomach was up for any food just yet. "That's okay, but will you try and eat some breakfast tomorrow? I make some pretty good pancakes". He smiled at her and she smiled back. Her smile was beautiful, and it pulled his attention away from the bags under her eyes and the scratches and bruises that he'd noticed earlier. He blinked a few times when he realised he may have been staring just a bit too long and he excused himself from the room, closing the door behind him.

***

[Y/N] woke up to the sound of screaming. She shot up in her bed and looked around frantically, momentarily forgetting where she was and not knowing where the scream came from. The door burst open and Dean was there, holding up a gun, which startled [Y/N] even more as she tried to push herself back into the headboard to try and distance herself from him. Once he saw that there was no one else in the room, he put the gun away and held up his hands to [Y/N] to show he wasn't armed anymore. "Hey, you're okay, I heard you scream so I'm just here to make sure nothing happened". [Y/N]'s breathing was uneven and she could feel that her forehead was covered in sweat and her cheeks were covered in tears. "Can you just breathe for me?" [Y/N] didn't respond, she just kept staring at him and struggled to deepen her breaths. "I'm going to come over to you now, is that okay?" Dean kept his hands up as he took a step towards her; she didn't object.

He sat down beside her and put his hands on her shoulders, making sure to move slowly and give her time to tell him to back off if she needed to. When she didn't say anything, he pulled her closer to him. "I want you to try and match my breathing okay? Just focus on me". His hands were wrapped around her back and she instinctively wrapped hers around his. Dean's breaths were even, and deep, and slow. After several minutes [Y/N] had calmed down, and she closed her eyes and leaned her head again Dean's chest. His hand went to her head, careful to avoid the stitches, and he held her. "Did you have a nightmare?" She shrugged her shoulders, not really remembering what caused her to wake up. "Okay, do you wanna lie back and try get some more sleep?"

She looked up, the tears on her face had dried and she just felt tired now. "Would you stay with me?" Her voice was quite and Dean looked down at her.

"Do you want me to lay with you?" She nodded shyly. "Okay, we can do that if it will help you sleep." Dean lay down beside her, staying on top of the covers while she got back under them. He slid his arm around her shoulder and she lay her head on his chest, letting him rest his chin on the top of her head. His fingers lightly traced circles on her arm, and her breathing became slower, and deeper. She didn't know why she felt so safe in Dean's arms, but she wasn't going to resist. She needed to rest, and he helped her do that.

***

When [Y/N] woke up she didn't feel right. She opened her eyes and blinked, looking around the room. She had a vague memory of the man, Dean, staying with her last night, but now she was the only one in the bed. She had an ache behind her right eye, and there was something moving in her peripheral. She looked over to the door to see what was moving, but the door was closed and no one was there. The movement was still in her peripheral, so she turned her head farther to the right to catch it, but it stayed in her peripheral. She groaned, knowing exactly what this meant. She'd had migraines as a teenager, but hadn't had one in years. They always started the same for her; a pain behind her eye, and an aura which would grow from her peripheral over the next couple of hours to the point where she wouldn't be able to see anything out of the affected eye. She knew the pain would also grow, and it would get so bad that she would throw up.

She needed to get up and get to a toilet fast. She swung her legs off the side of the bed and pushed up quickly, which was a mistake, because she was instantly dizzy and the pain in her side reminded her of the wounds, and then everything that happened came rushing to the front of her mind and it was all too much. She fell down onto her hands and knees. The ache behind her eye was turning into a pounding sensation, and the aura in her peripheral was creeping towards the centre of her vision. There was a knock on the door, and she had to cover her ears it sounded so loud. It slowly opened and Sam looked through, he had called her name but she hadn't answered. When he spotted her on the floor he rushed over to her and lifted her up onto her knees so she was kneeling. He scanned her face and his concerned expression intensified. "[Y/N] can you hear me? What's wrong? Where are you in pain?" She slowly removed her hands from her ears and placed them onto Sam's shoulders for balance.

"Mi-migraine". She managed to stutter. "Going t-to throw up, need t-toilet now". Without another word Sam hoisted her up and into his arms, carried her straight out of the door and down to the bathroom. He set her down quickly in front of the toilet and pulled back her hair as she threw up. It was basically just water since she hadn't eaten, but it was unpleasant anyway. Sam rubbed his hand in circles on her back and stayed there with her until she leaned back. "Sorry". She whispered.

"It's okay". He continued to rub her back. He thought about bringing up the hospital again but quickly decided that triggering a panic attack in the state she was currently in would not be the best. "There's a spare toothbrush here, you can brush your teeth. I'll get you a clean glass for some water too. You okay here by yourself for a couple of minutes?" She nodded and he left. She stood up and leaned over the sink. Looking up she saw herself in the mirror for the first time since the attack. She looked terrible. While the bath the previous day had cleaned her skin and hair, she was covered in scratches and bruises. Her eyes looked sunken in and her eyes were red, she hadn't even realised that she'd been crying since Sam found her on the floor. He came back into the bathroom several minutes later with some water and some clean clothes. "Thought you might want to change out of what you slept in last night. Sorry we don't have anything that would fit you, it's just me and Dean that live here. I do have some medicine for that migraine and nausea though". She took the water and pills from him and smiled as he set the clothes down on the counter. "If you take a right from the bathroom and continue down to the end of the corridor, the last right will lead to the kitchen, meet me in there when you're ready?"

***

[Y/N] sat at the kitchen table in her clean clothes and sipping her glass of water. The migraine's aura had disappeared and the nausea had passed, there was just a dull throb behind her eye left. She blinked, looking between Sam and Dean who sat opposite her. "Are you serious?" She asked. They had just explained to her what the bunker was and what they did for a living.

"I know it's a lot, but it's all true". Sam responded.

"You hunt monsters?"

"And save people". Dean added.

"You're right that is a lot".

"Look, I don't know what your deal is, or what you're running from, but we have lots of space here. You can stay while you recover, just try not to touch something if you don't know what it is, we're still cataloging everything. Don't want to accidentally send you to another world or something". Sam chuckled but she could hear a serious tone beneath it. "You should really have something to eat, how's your stomach?" He asked.

"Maybe something small?"

"How about some cereal? I can get you a bowl now and then you can go back to bed and rest. Consider that room yours for now. While you're resting I can go get you whatever you need, just let me know your clothing sizes and preferences okay?"

"I don't have a lot of cash left". [Y/N] looked back down to her glass of water. She flinched slightly when Dean reached out to cover her hand with his, but she didn't pull away; he was incredibly gentle for someone who looked so big and tall.

"We've got you. We have an unlimited credit card thanks to a good friend of ours". He smiled at her.

***

[Y/N] ate and thanked both of the boys for the hospitality they'd shown her before heading back to the bedroom. Her headache had completely subsided and she felt better having eaten something. Her side was the only thing bothering her now, but it was bearable. She had a dreamless sleep, and when she woke up the clock on the wall showed that she had slept through the entire night and most of the next morning too; it was nearly 12pm. She sat up and noticed that there were bags on the desk in the corner. She made her way over to have a look inside, and found clothes in her size. She'd asked for underwear, pyjamas, leggings, jeans, socks, and some t-shirts and hoodies, and surprisingly whichever of the boys had bought them had managed to find stuff that suited her style. After a quick shower and change of clothes, she went back to the kitchen and found Dean there.

"Hey Sweetheart, you sleep okay last night?"

"Yeah, thanks for the clothes, they fit".

"I'm glad to hear. You want some pancakes?" He asked while already shovelling some onto a plate for her. She started to eat when he sat down opposite her.

"So listen, Sam's gone off on a hunt today, should only take a day or two. I was wondering if you'd wanna help with some research? We're thinking it's a banshee but we're not too familiar with them".

"Yeah of course, you've done so much for me, if there is anything I can do to help you guys out just point me in the right direction!"

***

[Y/N] had been helping the boys out with their cases for a few months now. Her stab wounds had healed, and all of the scratches and bruises were gone. She still couldn't run without finding it difficult to breathe, and her head still hurt from time to time, but overall she was much improved. Dean often commented on her improved appearance, constantly complimented her and stole glances when he thought she wasn't looking. She also stole a lot of glances at him, and Sam found it entertaining watching both of them. Dean wasn't usually one to shy around women, but [Y/N] had some sort of special effect on him. Sam often brought it up to Dean, but every time he told him to shut up.

"Why don't you just ask her out? You act like a shy schoolboy around her. You've seen her every day for months and she doesn't seem to be annoyed by you yet, just give it a shot"

"We still don't really know a lot about her Sam. Sure she's been here for months and she's awesome, and don't get me wrong, she's hot, but she hasn't told us anything about her life before she showed up here. I feel like she knows everything about us and we don't know shit about her. She hasn't left the bunker since she got here, she's obviously terrified of something out there but won't say anything".

"Do you think we should talk to her about that? Like properly sit down and try get it out? She's improved a lot but it's still not healthy for her to stay in here all day for months".

Dean didn't answer right away. He'd been wanting to get the truth out of her for weeks now, but every time he tried to get some information about her previous life out of her, she'd either start crying or just lock herself in her bedroom and not come out until the next day. "I'll try to get her to come out on a supply run with me, see if she can handle leaving the bunker for an hour". Sam nodded in agreement with Dean's suggestion.

Dean made his way down to [Y/N]'s room and knocked on the open door, she was sitting on her bed reading through one of the bunker's many lore books. "Hey". He smiled at her.

"Hey, what's up?" She asked.

"We're kinda low on food at the moment, I was wondering if you'd like to come out on a supply run with me?"

"Oh, today?"

"Yeah, now actually".

"I-uh-can Sam not go with you?"

"I think it would be good for you to get outside for a little bit".

"I don't want to". Dean sighed and walked over to sit on the edge of her bed.

"[Y/N], can you please just shed a little bit of light on the situation? You've been here for months, we've fed you, clothed you, helped you heal, and you haven't told us anything about your life".

"You think I'm just taking and not giving anything? I've tried to help as much as I can with researching..."

"No, no I'm not saying that at all. I'm just saying, we've become pretty close, don't you think? I'd say you're a good friend at this point". He smiled and placed his hand on her leg. "I just want to know more about you is all".

"I don't want to go outside". Dean could see that she was starting to breathe quite quickly.

"Hey, that's okay, I'm not gonna force you to do anything you don't want to do". She had put the book down and was now picking at her fingers. He reached over to grab her hands to stop her from doing that when she yelped and pulled herself away from him, falling off the bed and landing on the floor with a soft thud. "Shit, sorry [Y/N], are you okay?" Dean knelt down and reached a hand out to put on her shoulder but she jerked away from him.

"Please leave me alone, don't touch me". He quickly pulled his hand back and stood up.

"Okay, okay I'm not gonna touch you. You're safe here, remember?" She slowly nodded as she tried to steady her shaky breathing. "Can you stand up?" She nodded again and pushed off her hands so she was kneeling. Dean held out his hand for her, half expecting her to swat it away but she did take it. He lifted her up and before he could say anything else, she wrapped her arms around his waist and hid her face in his flannel. One of his hands came up to hold the back of her head while the other snaked around her waist. They stood there together in silence for several minutes before [Y/N] pulled away from him. "Is there anything you need while I'm out?" He asked her. She shook her head.

"No, I'm okay". He sighed but nodded. "If you need anything while I'm out Sam is in the library".

***

[Y/N] struggled to get to sleep that night. She knew she couldn't stay inside the bunker forever and would have to brave the outside world at some point, but she was just too scared of running into Mark. She knew that Lebanon, Kansas, would be an extremely unlikely place to run into him or anyone else she knew, but every time she pictured herself out shopping, he would appear there too. Both Sam and Dean had been bringing up the topic of getting out of the bunker more frequently recently, and she was starting to think that they didn't want her around anymore. It was true, she hadn't really told them anything about her life before the bunker, while she knew pretty much everything that they'd gone through since Mary died when Sam was a baby. The images of being outside the bunker and running into Mark turned into nightmares as she drifted off.

She was back in her old bedroom, the footsteps were getting closer, she knew what was coming. She was begging him before he even opened the door not to hurt her. "Please, I'm sorry, I haven't done anything I swear, there's no one here". She locked the door to her bedroom and he began to bang on it from the other side. "Please go away!" She sobbed as he yelled her name, demanding to be let in.

"[Y/N]!" Mark shouted, pounding on the door. "[Y/N]!!"

"[Y/N] wake up!!" [Y/N]'s eyes opened and she gasped, sitting straight up in bed and frantically looking around for Mark. "[Y/N] you're okay, it was a nightmare. It's just us". She looked from Dean who was sitting on her bed with his hands on her shoulders, to Sam who was standing beside her with a worried look etched onto his face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry". She wept. "Please don't hurt me, please don't touch me, I didn't do anything, please". Sam and Dean exchanged a look before Sam knelt down beside the bed.

"[Y/N], hey, it's Sam, I'd never hurt you". She continued to cry. "You're safe, no one here is gonna hurt you". She sniffed and finally looked at him, and then at Dean.

"Hey". Dean smiled at her. She reached out to both of them with shaky hands, and they met her half way, gently grabbing a hand each. "It was just a nightmare". He reassured her and she nodded. He reached over with his free hand and wiped the tears from her face. "Do you want me to stay with you the rest of the night or do you want to be alone?"

"Could you stay?'

"Of course". Sam let go of [Y/N]'s hand and leaned in to kiss her forehead, relieved when she smiled. He left the two of them alone. "Alright, scooch over". [Y/N] moved to the side of the bed and lifted the covers. "You want me to get in?" Dean lifted an eyebrow.

"Yeah". Her voice was very quiet. He pulled off the hoodie he was wearing and slid in beside her. She lay her head on his chest and he slowly wrapped an arm around her shoulder and started to trace circles on her arm like he had the first night. He stayed awake long after she had fallen asleep. He needed to get the truth out of her so he could help her. The nightmares, the panic attacks, the apologising while sobbing and begging to be left alone were not going to get better unless she faced the truth. He had a growing suspicion about what had happened to her before she arrived at the bunker, but he had no idea how to confront her about it without setting off a panic attack. He hadn't voiced his suspicions with Sam yet, but he made a mental note to do that first thing in the morning.

***

[Y/N] woke up to an empty bed, her memories of the night before a blur. Her nightmares had been getting worse recently, but waking up screaming like last night was a rare occurance. She made her way to the kitchen, hoping to find the boys there and apologise for waking them up last night. She stopped just outside the kitchen door when she heard Dean say her name.

"I don't know Sam, I'm just.. disappointed".

"You think she's getting worse?"

"I think she's keeping secrets that are hurting her. It's keeping you and me awake at night too. It's just disappointing that she won't tell us anything. Literally everything we know about her is from when we found her onwards. Fuck, it's frustrating".

"You feel hurt that she won't let you in?"

"I.. I guess I feel-" [Y/N] didn't stick around to find out how Dean felt about her. She ran back to her room and quickly got changed out of her pyjamas into a pair of leggings that the boys had bought her, and Dean's hoodies that he'd shed before getting into her bed the previous night. She made her way up to the front door of the bunker without the boys noticing, took a deep breath, and walked outside.

***

There was snow on the ground, and the sun hadn't risen yet. She didn't know how long she had been walking for, and she had no idea where she was; somewhere in the forest near the bunker. A phone rang, and she could feel a vibration against her stomach. She reached in and pulled a phone out of the hoodie's pocket. It was one of Dean's spare phones, and the name on the screen was Sam. Even if she wanted to answer it she wouldn't have been able to, her fingers were numb and she was struggling just to hold the phone. As soon as it stopped ringing, it rang again, this time Dean's name appeared on the screen. Staring at his name and thinking about how angry he sounded that she wouldn't tell him anything, she could only focus on the disappointment in her that he felt. Both Sam and Dean had done so much for her, a stranger, yet she wouldn't open up to them. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't notice the branch on the ground right in front of her. She tripped, landing the loose rocks on the ground. She couldn't get up. She didn't have the energy.

***

"How long do you think she's been gone?!" Dean was pacing up and down the bunker's bedroom corridor having not been able to find [Y/N] in her room or anywhere else. Sam had his phone pressed to his ear.

"Are you sure she has your phone?"

"I left it in my hoodie, and I left my hoodie in her room last night, and that hoodie is no longer in her room. So yes Sam, I'm pretty damn sure she has it".

"Well we've both called it and she hasn't answered".

"Can you track it?"

"I mean, yeah, do you think that's a good idea? Just given the fact that she was obviously terrified by being tracked before..."

"You know what clothes she has Sam, they don't exactly scream 'winter wear'. Track the phone. Now".

***

Sam and Dean set off into the forest after they had tracked Dean's phone. It looked like [Y/N] hadn't actually gone very far, they would have been able to walk to her location within twenty minutes, but Dean insisted on running. "She should be somewhere around here Dean". Sam slowed down as he caught his breath. "I'll ring the phone, see if we can hear it". Dean came to a stop and listened while Sam called. He heard a faint ringing sound to his left and ran in that direction.

"Shit. Sammy get over here!" He knelt down beside [Y/N] and grabbed her hand, it felt like ice. "[Y/N]?" She didn't answer, her eyes were closed and her body was still. Dean shrugged off his coat and wrapped it around her.

"Is she okay?" Sam asked from behind him.

"She's unconscious. We need to get her back inside and warmed up NOW". Dean slid one arm under her knees and the other around her shoulders and pulled her to his chest. He and Sam walked quickly back to the bunker.

"You get her to bed, hold her, I'll get a hot water bottle". Sam moved towards the kitchen while Dean brought [Y/N] to his room. He got her under the blankets before taking his flannel and t-shirt off; he knew he was going to get hot under the covers, especially with a hot water bottle. He pulled her so she was laying completely on top of him, and he tucked the blanket around her as best he could. Sam came back in with a hot water bottle and felt her forehead with the back of his hand. "She's still cold, but she's starting to shiver again, that's a good sign". Dean was trying to keep his breathing steady but it was difficult when he was fighting back tears.

"Is this my fault?" He whispered to Sam.

"What? Why would this be your fault?"

"Do you think she heard me? When I said I was disappointed earlier, do you think she heard me?"

"Let's ask her when she wakes up, there's no point dwelling on that now. Just focus on getting her warmed up Dean". Sam took a seat at the desk in the corner of Dean's room, he didn't want to leave until he knew she was okay. He was also a bit worried about Dean, he was unpredictable whenever he felt consumed by guilt. Dean rubbed his hand up and down [Y/N]'s arm to try and create some friction. Sam took [Y/N]'s temperature every ten minutes for the next couple of hours, reassuring Dean that she was getting warmer.

Sam had refilled the hot water bottle, and when he was putting it under the covers [Y/N] stirred in Dean's arms. "[Y/N]? You awake?" Sam asked and reached over to tuck some loose hair behind her ear.

"Sam?" She blinked her eyes open.

"Hey, are you cold?" She shook her head. She actually felt quite warm, and she only just realised that she was lying on something very warm. She looked up and saw Dean looking down at her, concern very apparent on his face.

"Hey". She whispered.

"Hey". He whispered back. She was very aware that Sam and Dean had just saved her, again. She felt a bit silly for running away now that she was thinking more clearly.

"I want to tell you what happened". She looked over at Sam. "I want to tell both of you".

***

When she had finished telling them about Mark, she was scared to look at either of them, worried that she would see pity, or disgust. She was still lying on Dean, and his hold on her only tightened as she told her story. "Thank you for telling us [Y/N]. We had a suspicion that it was something like that, but wow, you've been through a lot". It was Sam that had spoken first. She looked up at Dean to see that his jaw was clenched; he looked angry.

"Are... are you still disappointed?" She asked him. He shook his head and loosened his hold on her, suddenly aware that he was squeezing her.

"No Sweetheart, I'm just angry at what that dick did to you. If I ever see him... he's a monster [Y/N]. You know what we do to monsters". Sam nodded in agreement, though he was better at hiding his anger than Dean. "This is your home now. I'm your family, Sam is your family. We'll keep you safe. You're safe here, but we'll keep you safe no matter where we are. We'll get your confidence back, it will be easier to help you now that we know the truth".

"Can I stay with you tonight?" She asked.

"You can stay with me every night if you want to". He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead and her eyes fluttered closed. She breathed in the Dean's flannel, taking in his comforting scent. She was safe here, with Sam watching out for her and Dean holding her in his arms. Tomorrow would be better.

The end

[satans-helper]

Body Electric

Pairing: Danny Wagner x (F) Reader

Word Count: ~4000

Warnings: SMUT ALERT! 18+ only [cross-dressing; praise; Danny is still a top;) ; fingering; unprotected PIV sex]

Thank you so much to @jake-kiszkas-smirk for this request. Please forgive me for taking so long to write it ❤️

Read my Sam lingerie fic here.

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Girls night out ended earlier than you expected. You weren’t complaining though–you were sufficiently tipsy, buzzing hard and fast, and now watching the dark world zip by from beyond the windows of your uber, eager to get back home. Danny had moved in just a couple weeks prior and you were still trying to wrap your brain around the fact that whenever you returned home from wherever you were, he could be there. And he was going to be there tonight and you were giddy with excitement, trying to stifle your drunken giggle in the backseat, just thinking about how delicious the rest of the night would be and how you were glad that one girlfriend of yours just couldn’t handle her liquor and derailed the night. 

Danny had encouraged this night out so much you almost questioned why he was ushering you off so passionately. But he’d always been passionate about you and everything about your life, including your friends–you thought he might be unnecessarily worried about the two of you spending “too much” time together since moving in. It was adorable, actually, how he wanted everything between the two of you to be perfect all the time. And it was also adorable how he’d watched–and sort of helped–you get ready for the night. He sat back on the bed, observing as you went through outfit after outfit, trying to decide which would be best. But what Danny seemed to gravitate to more than anything else from your wardrobe was your undergarments. Normal guy stuff, you figured, but Danny had a lot of opinions on all your bras and underwear; all good ones, but it was a little funny how invested he was in all of it. You thought he might have spent more time fussing over your bra and panties than you did.

The hallway was dark when you got back home; the lamp in the living room was on but Danny wasn’t there, so you backtracked, kicked your heels off and padded down the hall to the bedroom. The door was closed, which piqued your interest–girl’s night had ended early but not that early. Surely Danny wasn’t already asleep. No, definitely not, you realized when you saw the strip of dim yellow light beneath the door, which made you even more curious–what on earth could he be doing in there? 

Your question was answered when you opened the door and saw Danny standing in front of the full length mirror, inspecting himself, his impressive form cast in a golden glow from the bedside lamp. You blinked hard, not quite understanding what you were seeing at first–shiny emerald green fabric was covering him, but only bits and pieces, leaving so much bronze, bare skin available to your wandering eyes. After that split second, Danny’s eyes found yours and the full picture became clear–he was wearing lingerie. 

Your jaw dropped in final recognition. It wasn’t your lingerie either, it was a set you’d never seen before and a set that, oddly enough, fit him quite well. A little cropped satin cami with a lace hem hugged his torso; his pecs didn’t fill it out, leaving it a little skimpy up top, but it hugged his waist snugly. Your eyes traced down hungrily and also bewildered, pausing at the dark happy trail which led you down to the pair of matching little shorts tight around his hips. The contrast of silky satin and coarse hair, of dainty lace and sculpted muscle, of dark, gilded masculinity with ethereal, soft femininity was nearly enough to make you topple over. 

“Oh fuck,” Danny said, his words soft and deep as if you were really going to scold him. Quite the contrary–you felt a ripple of arousal as you stared at him. There couldn’t have been a better vision to come home to. 

“Fuck me,” you replied, sighing, not sure what to do with yourself. You wanted to look at him a little longer so you stayed in the doorway, gazing over him up and down, but Danny moved, reaching for his stray t-shirt that had been tossed onto the bed. 

“Wait, wait, wait,” you pleaded, rushing over to him and snatching the shirt away. You grabbed his wrists and spun him to face you, and after another long look up his body, you met his gaze again. “You look so fucking gorgeous.” 

Instantly, a rosy flush crept over Danny’s cheeks. “No way,” he said, turning his face away, though he didn’t attempt to wrangle free from your grasp.

“Yes, way,” you protested, letting go of one of his wrists so you could finally touch the satin on his body. You grazed over the neckline of the camisole with one fingertip, bringing it down the cropped length to the lace edges. “You know it. You were checking yourself out.”

“This is so embarrassing,” Danny said quietly, and the earnest shame in his voice was too much for you to bear.

“No, baby, oh my god,” you said, a little embarrassed yourself at the slur in your words. Drunk or not, this was fucking hot and you needed Danny to see that, too. You sat him down on the edge of the bed, parted his legs with your own hands so you could slip between them; you glanced down as you moved. It was impossible not to notice his package beneath that emerald satin. When you looked at his face again, he looked so beautiful, it was dizzying.

“You’re drunk,” Danny said with a chuckle. You were so glad to see him smile, even a little one–it immediately made his whole face light up, his dark features momentarily graced by an inner golden aura. There was a real one too, thanks to the gold chain around his neck, lying still over his chest that was rising and falling ever so slightly.

You brought your hands up to his face, cupping his cheeks. “Yes, but it’s still true.” You ran your fingers through his hair, touching the soft curls and pushing them back over his shoulders. “I didn’t even know I liked this, so, thank you, Danny.”

Danny really laughed at that. “I didn’t know I liked it either. I still don’t know.”

“Oh, come on,” you said, straddling his thighs, toying with the thin straps of the cami. Finally Danny put his hands on you in return, his big palms resting on your sides, and you felt your body just melt into his. “You know. You even got the color right.”

The blush on his cheeks returned. “You really think it looks good?” 

You inched forward, trying to feel his bulge against your own heat, and laid one hand over his cheek. “You look incredible. What inspired this?”

“I mean, I don’t know. I really like all your stuff,” Danny said with a vague gesture of his hand toward your dresser–well, now it was both of yours. You just hadn’t expected to be sharing the underwear drawer. “It’s all so–so pretty. And like, I’ve been wearing eye shadow lately…”

He trailed off as if that answered all of your burning questions. “I know,” you said, squeezing your thighs around his. “It’s so fucking sexy. My strong, hot man all dolled up. Just for me right now, I hope.”

Danny’s hands found your hips. “Just for you. Well, really it was supposed to be just for me.”

“I walked in at the right time.” You stood up and waved at the bed, intent on not wasting one second of this incredible surprise. “Lie down for me.”

Danny looked sheepish, though he followed the instruction, inching backwards until he was lying his head back on the pillows, his dark curls fanning around his shoulders. “We’re not really gonna–”

Laid back and slightly spread out, he looked even more stunning. You wobbled as you stood back and gazed over him, the alcohol buzz mingling with the ever-growing desire at the sight–there was no denying Danny’s rich, elegant masculinity even while he really was dolled up in shimmering green satin and black eyeliner making the golden-green of his irises even sharper. The gold details of his jewelry shimmered along the satin, the necklace loose across his collarbones, tiny gold hoops in his ears that you wanted to get between your teeth, and the most oddly tantalizing piece of them all being that dainty gold anklet he’d recently started wearing. The juxtaposition of it all was frighteningly alluring. 

“I need to get a picture of you,” you declared, already fumbling for your phone from your pocket. 

“Oh my god, no,” Danny said, springing forward to grab the sheet that was crumpled at the foot of the bed to try and cover himself.

You were quick, too–you yanked it away and then off the bed completely. “It’s just for us, Danny. Please?” You’d never dream of showing a picture of this–or letting this real life version of him be seen–to anyone else. This really was all for you as far as you were concerned, even if Danny had initially planned on it being a solo venture. 

He huffed but laid back down again, one hand behind his head. “Alright, fine. How should I pose?”

“Just like that,” you encouraged, snapping picture after picture despite him not changing positions. “Anything.” 

After a couple seconds, Danny laughed and crawled forward, reaching for your phone. “Okay, okay–enough of that.” When you snapped one last picture, keeping the phone out of his reach, his hands found your hips and he tried to pull you onto the bed. “Come here.”

You let your phone drop to the carpet with a dull thud and crawled over Danny’s thighs right into his lap; his hands drifted up your hips to your waist, one moving back down to slip under your shirt while you kissed him. He sighed softly against your mouth as if relieved; meanwhile you couldn’t help but giggle and smirk, still able to see the lingerie behind your closed eyes. You touched the cami straps, then traced the slight v outline along the chest, your fingertips brushing over Danny’s chest hair at the same time. 

“Stop laughing,” Danny said, though he was laughing too, settling down on his back while you remained straddling him. 

“I’m just so excited,” you told him. You grabbed his hand and brought it between your legs where you were growing warmer and wetter by the second just from looking at him. Danny’s eyebrows rose as he tentatively touched you there, much more restrained than normal as if the lingerie had him in a hold. It certainly had you in one. You had to touch the fine fabric again, had to cup his chest through the satin, had to grind yourself against the little shorts that were doing nothing substantial to keep his dick hidden. In fact, his erection being loosely confined by the emerald satin was so sexy that you wanted to keep the lingerie set on him as long as possible, even if it meant sleeping in them after they became ruined by sweat and cum.

“When did you buy them?” you inquired as Danny’s fingers pressed against the inside of your thighs, his hand invisible from underneath your skirt. 

“I ordered them. They got here a few days ago,” he told you, touching the center of your damp panties with one finger.

You sighed, bringing your hands up to the back of his neck, running your fingers through his hair. “I can’t believe you were gonna keep this a secret. I didn’t think you could get any hotter but–” You tipped his face up and stroked your thumb over his bottom lip. “I was wrong.”

Danny wrapped his arms around your waist and rolled both of you over, landing himself on top; he pushed your legs apart and nestled between them, shoving himself against you while he pushed the hem of your skirt up. You reached up, yanking his hair to bring him down, needing his lips on yours, needing his tongue sliding against your own, needing to take his breath away as he did yours. He kissed you deeply, grinding the satin against your thighs and the thin layer of your panties, that stark contrast of heated masculinity and soft femininity sending you into another tizzy. 

You hooked your legs around his hips, drawing him in as close as possible, moaning into his mouth. Danny tried to pull your shirt off but your arms blocked him, your hands finding his chest again, fingers running through the little coarse hairs down his sternum, then to tease his nipples. That made him gently bite your lip and pull back, panting, humping against you hard. 

“Don’t be a tease, Y/N,” he said, though there was no real warning in his voice. He sounded–and looked–quite desperate.

“Me?” you replied, laughing, incredulous. Your reach moved lower, one hand sliding down the warm, bare skin of his back until you could grab his ass. “Look at yourself, Danny. You’re the tease. Such a sweet, silly, naughty boy.” You watched him close his eyes and sigh, and you brought his mouth back to yours, saying in between more kisses: “You really are so stunning. So strong and sexy and perfect and I can’t believe you’re all mine.”

Danny’s next heated kiss punctuated your last statement. You always loved kissing him–he knew how to do it just right, just for you. He’d start slow, sweet and gentle, until your cheeks burned and you would claw at him for more, and when things progressed–as it was going right then, with him half-clad in dainty lingerie on top of you–he would introduce the perfect amount of tongue and teeth. And when you felt his teeth graze your bottom lip and his fingers tug away your underwear, pulling them to the side, you squeezed his ass and dug your nails into his lower back, kissing him back with the same desire. 

Breaking away for air, you blinked up at him in the warm, low light, captivated; Danny smiled a little, that slightly sideways turn of his lips that made your heart soar with intoxicating love. Your eyes traveled down to the chain swinging away from his chest and the emerald satin, rippling ever so slightly like a deep, endless ocean and then back up to the comforting, enchanting green, gold and umber of his eyes, desperate for more, for anything, for him forever. 

Finally, Danny was able to get your shirt off you; his hands instantly went to your chest, caressing your breasts over the thin lacy bra he’d approved of earlier in the night. You observed silently as he seemed to study it with curious reverence, running his fingers over the material, cupping his hands, bringing his hands up to the straps and then back down again. You squirmed beneath him, inadvertently brushing your heat against his still-confined erection again but Danny was as patient as ever. He bent down to kiss you, again beginning in that slow and sweet way you adored so much, as he mercifully slid one hand down the length of your body to in between the both of you.

“This really turns you on,” Danny noted as he made you squirm further by lightly dragging one finger up your inner thigh then teasingly over your center, his touch so soft it almost tickled. 

“Yeah, it does,” you affirmed, groping his ass again, squeezing hard. “You turn me on.”

Danny chuckled softly, barely audible. “What are you gonna do with those pictures?” he asked, just barely beginning to slip one expert finger inside you. 

You spread your legs wider, encouraging him to go deeper, which he did, and you gasped before you answered: “Touch myself to them, obviously.”

“Like this?” Danny slid in a second finger and thrust deeply, curling them just a little, just how he knew you liked it. You tried to answer him but the words were bound; you resorted to a needy whine and a hand groping his chest, pawing at him through the satin. He chuckled and grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away from him: “Stop–you’re gonna ruin it.”

You resorted to trying to yank the flimsy little shorts down with your other hand. “I’m gonna ruin you,” you replied, heart beating fast, sweat beginning to dampen your hairline, your entire body being actively riled up and ravaged by Danny’s touch. 

Danny looked like he was really enjoying himself–a cheeky smirk was on his lips and there was a glimmer of mischief in his eyes, a sight that seemed amplified by the unorthodox outfit he was in. “Do you think I’m pretty?” he asked, and the smirk remained but there was nothing but earnest curiosity in his voice. 

“Yes,” you answered, clenching around his fingers, eager for more. You’d take anything that pretty boy threw your way and he knew it, always. 

He leaned in, hair in your face, eyes locked on yours. “Like a girl?” he asked and slid his fingers out, which made you whine again, but then he began to circle your clit with those fingers that were slick with your own wetness. 

“No, not like a girl,” you told him. Your entire body was quivering–you weren’t sure you’d ever been so turned on. It was making you feel crazed, this relentless, insatiable need for him. It had always been there, but each glimpse of the green satin and lace drew you in further, like being swept out in the tide, never to return. And you were absolutely fine with that. 

Danny laughed a little. It was sweet and gentle and his usual soft, kind smile returned; he kissed you with the same tenderness. “You’re pretty, baby,” he said against your lips, the words as soft as his kiss, and his fingers on your clit found your center again, sliding in slowly. “And so wet for me. What should I wear next?”

“Oh god,” you moaned, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to kiss him again. Fleeting, frenzied images breezed through your mind–Danny in a sheer black teddy, the flimsy fabric showing every bit of muscle and sun-soaked skin; maybe even one of those barely-there, strappy ones that revealed almost everything. You could see his big cock barely hidden beneath the black lace, his chest lazily covered by fine satin and silk. Another image–Danny’s hips and ass being hugged by tight indigo boyshort panties, his bulge prominent, you drooling over it, a matching cropped corset keeping him snug up top. It was too much to even think about. You gripped the straps of the camisole beneath your hands as your tongues slid together; you could feel Danny fumbling down below, both his hands off you then, and then the warm weight of his cock pressed against your wet heat. 

He pulled back, a few strands of his hair sticking to your chin momentarily before he rolled to the side, taking you with him and your panties too–he pulled them down quickly and you saw them tossed down to the floor. You giggled, not expecting the change, then frowned when you realized you couldn’t actually see much of him but then he pressed his lower body flush against yours and you felt the satin against your thighs right below your bunched up skirt; he’d kept the shorts on, just pulled them down. When he held you close, his strong arms clasped over your chest, one hand cupping your breast and the other tangled in your hair, he pushed in and the satin teased your hypersensitive skin just as much as the depth of his entrance into you. You bit back a moan and inadvertently squeezed around him; Danny moaned outright, low and deep, and rubbed his hips against your ass. You could also feel the fabric of the camisole against your back and shoulders, tempting you to reach behind and play with one strap, so you did while your other hand laid over his forearm, fingers stroking through the finer hairs there.

You reveled in the closeness. Danny was always the definition of safety and security but sex always had high risk of the exact opposite; not with him though, and the continuous brushing of satin on your skin was an added comfort in its own strange, unexpected way. There would always be a part of Danny that was gentle and sweet beyond belief. A hazy halo followed him wherever he went–you saw it every day, and the recent escalation in glitter and color and whimsy only made it shine brighter. 

You felt the electricity emanating from his body as he worked up his steady rhythm, thrusting into you with such hot, raw power but also the usual element of subtle slowness, like he didn’t want to break you. You turned your head to kiss him, your lips finding his jaw first before he helped you out, bending to meet you halfway, and he ran his hand from your hair down to your hips; those skilled fingers found your clit again. You were buzzing harder than you’d been earlier from just the alcohol–Danny’s touch, his kiss, his hold were all more exhilarating than any liquor on earth. 

The kisses broken once more, you hooked your hand back to touch his hair, hold him there and look into his eyes. “God, you are so fucking beautiful, Danny,” you pronounced, the words never not holding the same profound meaning no matter how many times you said them. You were lost deep into his eyes that were the deepest of forests, his nose that was shaped like an ancient god’s, the warm flush on his cheeks reminiscent of a setting sun, the curve of his lips like flowers that beckoned you for more. 

A bashful smile graced your vision and your heart fluttered at his sudden meekness. He looked down and you closed your eyes, letting yourself simply feel Danny nose his way through your hair to press his lips to your shoulder, then your neck. His fingers still swirled below, sending a torrent of tingles through your body, and when he started to lose his rhythm just a bit you felt yourself drawing closer and closer to the edge. Danny was moaning into your skin, the sounds muffled but so near your ear that those too sent shivers down your spine.

Another image came to mind, but this time it was the image of what you were experiencing but couldn’t fully see–the dainty camisole on Danny’s chest, cutting off at his waist, the gold chain accentuating his skin and the delicate slant of his collarbones, then the skimpy emerald shorts pulled down his thighs. You saw in your mind’s eye and you felt with your body, and Danny’s teeth grazed your neck as his wet fingers circled in tandem with his dense thrusts, his cock so hard and full inside you; it all became too much so fast. You moaned his name, as you always did, and squeezed his arm as you squeezed his cock. 

He growled in your ear. He held you even tighter with his arms locked around your body, his hand between your legs slowly migrating to your thigh; he spread your legs a little and pushed his hips forward harder and faster while his lips returned to your neck. You were still reeling in the darkness behind your eyes, panting and breathless though his name rang like a bell over and over in your head. 

The soft curses and deep moans that came from him swept through the scant space between you two and you felt a different kind of heat flood you. Danny stopped moving completely, breathing hard with his forehead pressed against your shoulder, and after another moment you rolled back over to face him, capturing him in your arms. You kissed his jaw, his cheeks, his nose, and let him get some air back into his lungs. His eyes were closed–you began to count his long, dark lashes until his eyes opened again. 

“But really,” he began, reciprocating your hold with his arms looped around your shoulders. “What should I wear next?”

“You’ll look hot as fuck in anything,” you told him. The world was his oyster as far as you were concerned and you were really glad you had those pictures. You hadn’t been lying when you’d said you were going to touch yourself to them. “Surprise me.”

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Not tagging anyone because my list is very outdated (RIP the 2018-2021 fandom). If you'd like to be tagged in future fics, let me know <3

[chaosology]

lurking ii

sam kerr x reader (social media)

sorry for such a wait? hope it is ok, you know i love a slowburn :) more to come. part i is here | materlist

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dailymailau Matilda’s Skipper Sam Kerr and the team has touched down in Perth ahead of Friday’s game. See the rest now 👉📷

kerrmylife mums home finally, the kids missed you

y/nlovies omg

margotmyheart need all the famous aussies to get together rn

liked by myy/n, samanthakerr20 and 842,220 others

y/nofficial back in the motherland!

harinef we miss you ☹️

mybestbarbie Does this mean she’s back in Perth?

mothery/n yes!! that’s where she grew up

alannakennedy So lovely to meet you! ❤️

y/nofficial ⚽️ ⚽️

wifeykerr 👀

mothery/n let sam and y/n meet please :’)

elliecarpenter 🥰🥰

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y/nkerrtruther had to make an IG for all my detective work, but i swear my faves are hanging out!! Sam deleted her story so quick but it’s definitely the same place the team was eating at 👀 👀

mothery/n i’d actually die if we had proof of them even slightly interacting

kerrkerrkerr frrr i’d actually die

y/nkerrtruther keep up the prayer circles guys it’s paying off

emilia.jodes such a reach but ok

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y/nupdatesig CONFIRMED ✅ Y/N was hanging out with the Australian soccer team today!

y/nlovies yay!!! this is so cute

hesflower oh so she goes on holiday while Harry suffers after the break up? never liked her anyway

y/nupdatesig it’s literally her hometown… she’s visiting family

harrykisses she moved on way to fast for my taste… like bitch u should be CRYING

tillies.2023 grow the fuck up omg

leila.russle my faves together 😭

stylesy/l/n4ever did you see that blind that they posted earlier???

y/nlovies no i don’t follow Deuxmoi :(

mothery/n i just reposted it !!!

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mothery/n posted by Deuxmoi. Hoping the delulu H*rry fans hop off her dick 🙏

alannasgoal HAHAH caption

mia_y/l/n i always wanna believe but DM is dodgy asf

jason.cirello From one man to the next I see 🙄

mothery/n who said it was a man. also, fuck off

y/nkerrtruther let her LIVE omg

y/nkerrtruther compiling evidence as we speak.

mothery/n god’s work

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y/nupdatesig Y/N and a friend were at the Matilda’s game today in Perth! Sent by a fan who said she apparently was in the VIP box

flowersformini damnnn they became friends fast

nadiabelova can’t u just pay to sit there??

flowersformini nope! this one is team invite only

y/nkerrtruther ain’t nobody prove me wrong yet

amymarchapologist bruh “a friend” that’s timmy chalamet

liltimmy.tim Wait, are they dating? Why is he with her in Perth

anymarchapologist he’s come over with her before!! They’re old friends, he visits her family all the time

mothery/n she’s there for the hot girls. just like me fr 💯

harrysguitar stop forcing this on her, she probably just likes football

mothery/n the fuck she doesn’t lmao, she’s said it before

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samanthakerr20 Thank’s for having us, Optus! See you next week 😉

mackenziearnold Sick as 🔥

kerrkerrkerr killing whoever pushed u queen

y/nofficial thanks for the tix, sammy! ⚽️ 🥅

y/nkerrtruther IT’S HAPPENING

mothery/n OMGGGGG

alannasgoal they’re probably just friends tho

optusstadium Our pleasure 💛💚

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perthnow She’s home! See the beach pics today via our link in bio 🔗

mothery/n hawtttt

mackenzzzie i heard she’s not the only one who was there 👀

y/nlovie RIP harry u fumbled a baddie

styles_2856 shut up wtf she’s a cheater

y/nlovie pls stop pulling this out of ur ass omg leave her alone

y/nkerrtruther THAT’S SAM’S DOG

y/nkerrtruther HANG ON WHY DID SHE LIKE THE POST???

mothery/n omg she's looking for y/n content i swear

[lonelym00n]

Max Fox x Reader - Headcannons

this is for all the max fox girlies out there. if you're a mikey madison fan and haven't watched better things just for her, shame on u.

this is likely going to contain max snippets from every season, so don't read if you care about spoilers.

GO WATCH BETTER THINGS!! seriously it's a really good show about a single mother raising three daughters.

also, LOOK AT BABY MIKEY. LOOK AT HER.

Pre-relationship

when max isn't with paisley or her boyfriend of the week, she's with you

you're the most chill of all her friends so she hangs out with you mostly when she doesn't feel like causing her mom an aneurism

sam loves you more than max's other friends

you always thank her for her hospitality and do the dishes for her if she cooks when you're around

max's favorite thing about you is that she doesn't feel the need to worry about if you think she seems cool or not

you love watching old movies with max because she always has such thoughtful comments on the cinematography

you always arrive early to her band's gigs just so you can cheer her on from the front row

you are max's personal Lyft driver when you get your license (sam is thankful that the bill has gone down significantly)

How you catch feelings

you fall for max first

your feelings for her start when she begins opening up to you about her dad and how much her parent's divorce has affected her

she tells you about the jealousy she holds for how much she has to share her mom with her mom's job and her two sisters

she also opens up about how she has no clue what to do once she graduates

you tell her that sam loves her just as much as she did before her sisters were born and that there's no rush to decide what path she wants to choose post-graduation

you realize your feelings for max when she surprises you by playing your favorite song on the guitar

the smile she gave you after she finished playing made your heart leap into your throat

you knew you had it bad for her after that

Unrequited feelings

you're too much of a chicken to admit your feelings to max because you don't want to ruin your friendship

you are horrified when she starts dating the 34 year old man, you tell yourself that it's not because you're jealous, but because max is only 16 (it's definitely because you're jealous)

max cried on your shoulder when she learned her dad had stood her up on her graduation day

you threaten to train chewy to bite him for the next time he shows up to interrupt her life

she laughs and your heart skips a beat at the sound

when max tells you about her decision to go to college in Chicago, you try not to cry (let's pretend you chose to go to college somewhere in LA)

you do cry when you drop her and sam off at the airport on their way to Chicago (cry is putting it lightly, you full on sobbed into max's shirt)

Other people notice your feelings

with max off at college, you have a hard time figuring out what to do with yourself when you aren't attending classes

you take to moping around the fox's house

frankie is the first to catch onto your feelings for max, after seeing you sniffle pitifully into a carton of ice cream for the third weekend in a row, they figured you must've loved max more than you let on

frankie doesn't say anything to you about their realization, concluding that you probably hadn't yet registered that you harbored more than friendly thoughts for max

sam doesn't question why she keeps finding you fast asleep on her living room couch, so she remains none the wiser about your love for her daughter

when max calls you crying one night and tells you about how she doesn't think college is right for her, it takes everything in your willpower not to encourage her to hop on the next flight back to LA

you tell her she has to make the decision on her own but that you will wholeheartedly support her either way

when she does return, you don't even hide how ecstatic you are

the pain of hiding your feelings for her does return, but it's nothing compared to how heartbroken you felt while she was away

when she starts dating olivier, you feel more depressed than you do jealous

max notices your more frequent sad moods and her heart pangs dejectedly whenever she asks if you're okay and you brush her off

you feel lost and decide to confide in rich about your love for max, you always thought he was such a good second dad to her

he isn't fully surprised at your feelings for the other girl, having sensed that something more was likely going on between you two

he's so happy that you decided to tell him and offers you words of advice that he had picked up from being in similar situations to yours

from that moment on, he's silently rooting for you and max to get together

Max realizes her feelings for you

with her new love for photography, she innocently invited both you and paisley to model for an idea that she wanted to shoot

paisley agrees excitedly while you agree with more reluctance

the pictures with paisley turn out great

when it's your turn, max is in utter awe at how gently your beauty comes across in the photos

you fit the image she had wanted to capture so perfectly and as she continues to photograph you, her heart thumps wildly in her chest

the slow groundbreaking realization of the love she so deeply holds for you creeps up her spine

she pushes you away the next week and the week after that, filled with panic

now that she has figured out how she feels about you, she knows she'll never be able to hide it from you

you feel hurt that max is avoiding you, but you figure it's because she's spending more time with her boyfriend (max didn't tell you that she had broken up with him directly after the photoshoot)

max tells rich about her feelings for you and he only just barely manages to hide his joy at the news

he reassures her there's nothing wrong with the way she feels about you and that her family would accept and support her regardless

after a week of gathering up her nerve (and a third week of avoiding you), she reveals her feelings for you to sam

sam is shocked but reassures max that she is so happy and proud

when max falls asleep for the night, sam rushes to frankie's room for advice on ways that she could be there for max

Confession

one morning, frankie urges max to confess to you

needless to say, max is pissed at sam for telling frankie

a big fight starts between the three of them (max upset with sam for telling frankie, sam mad at frankie for telling max that she had told them about it, and frankie yelling at max to just tell you how she felt)

you, completely fed up with being avoided by max, stomp into the fox household to give the girl a piece of your mind

the fighting comes to a halt when you walk in the door, frankie and sam quickly scurry away

just as you're about to speak, max gently grabs your arm and tugs you outside with her

she shushes all your attempts to talk and apologies for avoiding you

she looks nervous and so uncharacteristically max as she takes your hand in hers

when she tells you she was avoiding you because she realized she was in love with you, you nearly forget how to breathe

she looks at you so worriedly while she waits for your response

when you tell her you feel the same, her eyes crinkle in happiness

max leans closer and the two of you share a soft kiss

max lovers you better cause some commotion in the comments!! she needs more love and I won't be silent about it anymore!