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Crazy, Stupid, Love

Dean Winchester Masterlist

Summary: When Dean has to work at a café to learn infos on a hunt, he thinks it's the worst. Until he meets her. At first, she's only kind of an annoying coworker. But an unfortunate event brings them closer, and Dean starts feeling things for her. If it's love, he doesn't know. But for the first time, he starts wondering how it would feel to have a normal life. A normal job. And a normal relationship. But first, he needs to get her revenge against that shitty boss.

Note: this happens in the begining of season one

Word Count: 9k

Pairing: Dean x F!Reader

Content Warning: Toxic work place, rude customer, humiliation, bullying, swearing

Squares: Humiliation for @hurtcomfort-bingo,/ Revenge for @jacklesversebingo

A/n: I'm gonna be honest, at first, I didn't want to post this fic. When I saw the attention the last few fics I took so much time to write got, it made me sad... But then I remembered how much fun I had with this one, so decided to post it in case someone else has the same fun reading it. ALSO! This was for @eevvvaa writing challenge! I picked the movie Crazy Stupid Love but actually used the quotes! They will be in bold in the text. Happy reading!

Usually, this situation would have upset him. After all, he was stuck here 8 hours per day, 5 days per week and always finished too late to go to the nearest bar afterwards. It also wasn’t the best first real job to have, as it was lame, boring, and always the same thing. But working at a café also had its advantages.

Like the beautiful barista that he had the chance to see on his first day. She was leaving, as she was only working mornings, and he was working evenings, but Dean couldn’t detach his eyes from her. Beautiful body, hair immaculate even after 8 hours of wearing a net, skin tanned to perfection.

“Oh great, another one.”

That wasn’t the girl he was talking about. No, the girl that just spoke was Y/n. At first glance, she looked like the manager. With the most seniority in here, she knew how things were done and how to do them quickly. But she was no boss. To make her agree to be his trainer and show him the basics, the real boss had to insist a lot. He didn’t know all the details, though, but she ended up accepting.

It was for a hunt. Otherwise, Dean would never be here. Sam said there was something weird in the neighborhood, and that the best way to discover what was going on was to talk with the community. And the best place to have conversations with people that didn’t want to talk with the police was of course at the local café. All the rumors and crispy details of the town were floating in there. The reason why it wasn’t Sam doing the whole barista thing was as simple as upsetting.

“Dean, you have all the charm. People- ladies- will open up to you like blooming flowers in the spring.”

Ugh.

Back to the present, Dean ignored Y/n’s comment and tilted his head to the side, still eyeing the morning employee that was leaving. “What do I have to do to get on the morning shift?”

A groan of annoyance resonated behind him. His smile fell. He was stuck with her for a while, as they were both working evening shifts.

Alone together.

There were 60 seconds in one minute. And 60 minutes in one hour. A shift lasted 8 hours here. That was way too many seconds to spend doing nothing but wait to leave.

All that was in his head was the hot chick he kept seeing since he started working here. After only bumping into her these past 2 weeks, Dean finally decided to ask her on a date. And since he was Dean Winchester, no one could tell him no. And the same day, after his shift, he would meet her in front of the pizza place that was two blocks away.

And he couldn’t stop looking at the clock, head in his hand, hoping that staring at it would make the time go faster.

“I asked for a hot caramel latte with almond milk and no foam, what the hell is this?!”

It was near the end. In 15 minutes, the shop would be closed and then it was cleaning time. Weeping the floor, throwing away the remaining food that was not sold, washing the dishes, etc. That was always his favorite part, because even if Y/n was a pain in the ass as his supervisor, she was chill and allowed him to choose the radio station while they cleaned and he could leave once his part was done.

At first, the voice didn’t alert him, and Dean kept on making himself busy with cleaning tables that didn’t need it. But then, something broke, the sound heavy of meaning, and he was on alert. Every fiber of his body was on and he turned to the source of the sound.

Right at the counter, there was a man with his back to him. Without seeing his face, Dean knew he was angry. Pissed, even. At his feet, a broken cup, porcelain in pieces covered the floor soaked in coffee. Two steps allowed Dean to know what the man was looking at, and when he saw her…

He immediately rushed without thinking.

“I’m gonna ask you to leave, sir,” Dean put his hand on the customer’s shoulder, which made him jump. The man turned to him and aggressively stepped back.

“Don’t touch me,” the man hissed. “You’re working here, huh?” He looked up and down at Dean, noticing the apron of the café he was wearing. “Must be the manager here. Well, your employee here is worthless, you should be careful who you hire, for fuck sake!”

At that, Dean couldn’t help but wince. That was unnecessary rude to say. He glanced at Y/n again and felt his heartbeat with pain. Her head was down, probably to hide tears. That was probably not the first time she had to serve asshole customers, but it was the first time Dean noticed it. Working in customer service was not easy at all, you had to be strong to endure all of that everyday.

He only knew Y/n for about two weeks, but he already knew a lot about her. She was calm. Kind. She cared about doing her job right. Yeah, she was a bit bossy and used every opportunity to send subtle little insults towards Dean just enough to annoy him, like how he couldn’t even do a coffee, in this economy? But it was never mean and he liked that side of her that didn’t let people step on her toes. But right now, in front of that man? She was small. She wanted to hide. It wasn’t the Y/n he knew.

“I’m not the boss,” Dean answered finally, placing his gaze back on the man. “But we’re closed, so I’m gonna ask you to leave.”

The rude customer was the last one in the café, so it wasn’t like he was breaking any rules. And he was Dean Winchester. He made the rules.

Red seemed to eat at the man’s face so much he was angry. “Not before I get what I fucking paid for!” He started yelling. Dean didn’t mind being screamed at, he was used to it with his dad, how sad it sounded. But when the man turned to Y/n to yell at her, Dean couldn’t hold himself back. “You useless cunt!”

“I said, out!” Dean grabbed the customer by the neck and quickly sent him backwards. His legs met the table right behind him, but it wasn’t enough to make him understand. The man lunged forward in an attempt to hit Dean, but he didn’t know.

Dean was waiting for it.

The fist missed, and the man stumbled into the void and collapsed on the floor like a clown.

“This isn’t over,” the man growled and got up. Sure he would strike again, Dean was ready to fight. But this time, the fist didn’t miss. The pain came later, a few seconds after the hunter realized he got hit in the face. Fortunately for his ego, Dean managed to stay on his feet and not fall pathetically on the floor.

He reached for the wound.

It was right near his left eye, it would bruise for sure.

With deadly flames in his green eyes, he looked at his target.

“Oh, you’re dead.”

The rest happened quickly.

Dean decided he wouldn’t hold back anymore. As his head throbbed with ache and anger, he was about to hit with everything he got. But at the last moment, something interrupted him. A body, warm, soft, encircling his own, stopped him from moving.

“Please stop…”

Her voice woke him up completely. Shaking, she put herself between the two men to stop the fight even if she was scared.

The man took the opportunity to run away, the bell chiming behind him as the door closed violently.

A long silence followed the departure of the aggressive customer. A couple of seconds passed, then minutes, before she realized there was no silence actually. Things were happening around her, words were spoken, and the only person besides her was running around locking doors and closing blinds, cursing every word he could think of at the moment.

Her hearing was nothing but a shrill sound, almost painful, like she was deaf. It took another minute and him calling her name for her to come back to the present.

"You okay? He didn't hurt you?" Dean was kneeling in front of her. She finally noticed she was sitting down on a chair. Shaking her head, she tapped her hands in her face to finish waking herself up from her slumber.

"You're hurt and you ask me if I'm okay?" She stood up as she spoke, Dean doing the same. Then she seemed to disappear in the backstore to come back with a bag of frozen vegetables they used for the soup. "Sit down," she instructed.

Dean would have been impressed by her capacity to focus after such an event, especially with how she was a couple of seconds ago, but he knew better. She wouldn't meet his gaze, her head was down, and when he glanced at her hands, it was to see them shake.

"Y/n-"

"Oh, come on, sit down, your masculinity won't suffer too much, I just want to check," she rolled her eyes and almost pushed him to the chair. Dean let himself be moved around with a smirk. That was the Y/n he knew. "There, it's not that bad, huh?"

"It's no big deal," he tried to convince her, after all, as a hunter, he got hurt more than once before and healed perfectly fine. But when he saw her, he understood. And he let himself be checked by her only for her. To reassure her it was nothing, it was fine, it would bruise into a black eye and nothing else.

"Okay, it's not that bad," she sighed in relief as she said that.

"Told you," Dean snickered with a smile. "Ouch!"

The frozen bag was now on his bruise and Y/n was turning her back to him. His first instinct was to ask her if she was okay, check on her, after all, she seemed pretty shaken up, but he knew she needed time, that was all.

"We should call the police," Dean ended up saying. Usually, he would never propose that, but the customer was human. A monster in some sort, but completely human, so the police could take care of it.

"No!" She turned harshly towards Dean, surprising him.

"Why not?"

Pacing back and forth, Y/n seemed to get lost in her thoughts. "It's not necessary, I doubt the customer will come back, and it would put the cafe in a bad spot, we would lose customers and…"

Again, Dean knew. Y/n was a good employee, she loved doing her job right, but she hated the place, hated the menu and the disgusting coffee served here, and hated the management. But they were the ones giving her her salary at the end of the month, so she couldn't disappoint them.

"I can deal with the boss," Dean said, standing up, the bag still on his eye.

In front of him, Y/n sadly shook her head. "It won't be necessary." She pointed at one corner of the cafe. Then another. "There's cameras around, and he loves to watch. Loves to tell us everything we do wrong. He probably already knows it happened. We'll see tomorrow, I guess," she sighed. Then, like a thought crossed through her head, she lifted her head completely and crossed gaze with Dean. "Your date! You're gonna be late!"

Dean wanted to laugh. So badly. Of course, he talked to her about it. Kristina, their coworker from the morning shift and Dean's date, was waiting for him. But after what happened, it completely got out of his head. Smiling, he shook his head and placed the bag of defrosting vegetables on the table beside him.

"I'll call her, say something came up. She'll understand."

Y/n cringed, biting her lips and frowning. "I don't think she cares enough to understand. But you're cute and sexy so maybe she'll forgive your ass."

Immediately after saying those words, Y/n became a puddle of embarrassment. Her body flushed with the realization of what she just admitted.

"Really?" Dean would not let that go. "You think I'm the perfect combination of sexy and cute ?"

"Shut up," she murmured between her teeth, grabbing the nearest thing, the cloth he was using to clean the tables, to throw it at him. "Get out of here your shift is over."

"Yeah," Dean surprised himself by what he said next. "But I won't let you walk back home alone. Consider me your cute and sexy bodyguard," he laughed at her reaction, but it was nothing compared to the sound leaving his mouth when he received another cloth on the head. "Hey, this one was wet"

"Oops!"

The next day started pretty badly. After a complicated night with barely any sleep and lots of nightmares, Y/n got up early to get ready. Even if her shift started at 3pm, she knew the phone would ring and the ruthless voice of her boss would order her to come in to talk.

About what happened.

It was not even noon when it happened. She was at her third coffee, so she had energy even if she felt dead inside. Since she was already dressed, all she had to do was grab her stuff and head to the cafe. Like usual, she had to walk since she didn't have enough savings to buy a car.

The weather was quite nice, compared to how gloomy she was feeling. It was warm and sunny outside. Y/n barely made a step out, locking her door, that a loud engine startled her. The sun was reflecting strongly on the hood, blinding her as she walked with caution towards it, and for a moment she thought maybe it was the customer that found her and came to finish what he started. Fortunately she recognized the car quickly, as it was the same car that drove her home last night.

A 67 chevy impala.

It was even more beautiful than when she saw it yesterday.

The drive to the cafe was quiet, apart from the chichats. How are you? Do you feel better? So, did he call you too? Usually, Y/n would have commented on something random just to annoy Dean, but when he turned his head towards her at a red light to ask her a question, she saw the bruise around his eyes, reminding her of the night before and how everything was her fault. If only she hadn't messed up the order…

Once parked in front of the cafe, Dean stopped the engine to turn to Y/n. "Hey," he said in a calm and steady voice. "Whatever happens there, it was neither our fault."

"I appreciate it, Dean, but it was. I was in charge, even though I told the boss more than once that I didn't want to be, so what happens on my shift is my fault." Without leaving him time to answer, she opened the door and left the car to enter the cafe.

The moment she stepped inside, a loud silence echoed around her. Every employee stopped chatting to stare at her, the customers mimicking their actions, wondering what was so much more interesting than getting their order right and fast.

Y/n hated that. The attention. The eyes on her. The silence. Her body started shaking, both with anger and humiliation, the tears almost painful to hold back. But then, as she was about to step towards the boss' office, a warmth settled on her shoulder, stopping the tremors at once. And a voice she was starting to grow fond of whispered near her ear.

"Ignore them. They don't matter right now."

With Dean, she felt safe. Strong. Like she could do everything and never feel afraid anymore. That was until they were sitting in the office in front of the boss.

“Y/n, I am wildly disappointed with you. What you did was beyond unprofessional, and I can’t believe I have to do this. You’re suspended.”

It was nothing less than what she expected from her boss. Since working there, she had done everything to stay in his good graces, sometimes doing other people's jobs to compensate. Everything to keep the restaurant clean and to continue serving fresh food every day. It wasn't Kristina who would write down expiration dates on perishable products, or place the new arrival of breads behind the ones already there to prevent the oldest ones from remaining at the bottom of the shelf, covered in mold. If this place passed the health inspection every year, it was thanks to Y/n’s efforts, efforts that no one had ever noticed or considered.

It was probably better that way.

Head bowed, Y/n took a harsh breath and opened her mouth to apologize and admit her boss was right. However, the words could not come out of her mouth fast enough, because someone else was already speaking.

“This is bullshit,” Dean exclaimed. A quick glance in his direction, and Y/n could see his hands forming fists on his thighs. “Y/n did everything perfectly, it’s not her fault if customers don’t respect anything, not even themselves!”

“Dean, I think you're new here,” the boss replied with a calmness that didn't mean anything good. Y/n tried to draw Dean's attention to her to signal him to shut up, that it was nothing, that she could survive a week suspended, but the young man paid her no mind. And one look at his face showed her the same anger she had seen in him the previous evening, when he had decided to defend himself against the customer. “I watched the surveillance cameras carefully. Your reactions with this client, although undoubtedly intended to be heroic, were completely unacceptable. The next time you make a mistake, you will suffer the same fate as Y/n. For now, take your day, see you on Monday, Dean.”

"That's all?!" This time, Dean stood up as he spoke. “Y/n gets suspended, and I only get a warning and a day off? What the f-”

“Thank you,” Y/n quickly cut him off, grabbing his arm firmly to silence him. Strangely, like the day before, her intervention seemed to calm Dean down very quickly. “See you next week.”

As she was about to leave, her hand still holding Dean's wrist to drag him out of the office, a voice called out to her.

"Two weeks. See you in two weeks.”

It took a lot of control for her to say nothing. The inside of her cheek hurt from how hard she bit it, dragging Dean out of the office and then out of the restaurant. It was only once outside, far from prying ears and vulture eyes, that she was finally able to breathe.

“FUCKING BULLSHIT! FUCK YOU!” Suddenly came out of her mouth. If Dean still had any anger at that moment, it suddenly vanished when he heard so many curses coming out with so much anger from the usually calm Y/n. “Oh. It feels better."

Having never seen her like this, it took several seconds for Dean to compose himself. Large green eyes were fixed on her, wide, shocked, even, until a good hit on the arm woke him up completely. "Ouch!" He rubbed his arm as if it hurt even though her fist had barely tickled him.

“What the fuck was that, seriously?! Talk to the boss like that? You’re born stupid or you’re just too dumb to think, fuck, Dean!”

Still as surprised and shocked, Dean didn't respond immediately. Y/n was angry. More, even. Beyond pissed. Which was completely normal under the circumstances, except Y/n wasn't normally angry. She could get upset, complain about the system, the management, the customers, or how she was the only one doing all the little things that made the café special and comfortable, but she was never angry.

“I couldn’t let him talk to you that way, I just couldn’t,” Dean explained calmly. It was quite rare for him to be the calm one in a heated argument. But in this case, he knew he had to keep his own rage to himself, she didn't need more anger. She needed to speak, to expel this emotion out of her like a demon that needed to be exorcized.

“Well, that was fucking stupid,” she pointed at him, her gaze meeting his. This surprised him again. Y/n was shy, although she was a good leader, and he noticed she had trouble looking people in the eye for several seconds. She always ended up looking away, and he knew it wasn't because she was dishonest, but rather that she was afraid of the judgment in the eyes of others. So that she was yelling at him while staring right at him… That surprised Dean again and made him speechless.

For a few seconds, he forgot that he was being told off by a girl for defending her, and lost himself in the contemplation of her magnificent orbs. Since he had known her, he had never really seen them, or bothered to look at them.

And her eyes were beautiful, even filled with anger.

Probably noticing the eye contact was getting considerably long, Y/n finally broke the almost trance-like effect to gaze elsewhere.

“Have you had it long?”

She was still not looking at him. "What?"

“The uncontrollable need to save the damsel in distress.” The corner of her lips lifted up in a smirk.

“I-” He couldn’t tell her that this was actually his life. Saving the woman and the orphan, killing the monsters, it was so ingrained in his life that it was part of him.

“Come on,” she muttered, still not meeting his gaze, gesturing to him to follow her.

"Come on… Where?" It was the longest conversation he'd had with her, and it was only because she was angry, he remembered. He was here for a hunt, he had to learn more about the people of the town. Concentration and focus were required, but yet... This side of Y/n, her confidence, how she wasn't afraid to yell at him like that, when she was normally so gentle...

He liked that side of her. Not that he disliked the rest, it was just-

“I think you have tonight off, and I, well, the next two weeks.” Starting to walk towards the impala, she then stopped and turned her head just enough to look over her shoulder at him. “I’m going to help you rediscover your manhood. Do you have any idea where you could have lost it?”

A big smile stretched Dean's lips. This was the Y/n he knew. “Probably over there,” he pointed to the horizon. “Near the pizzeria. You hungry?”

The pizza was the most delicious thing that had passed Y/n's lips in a long time. Very greasy and dripping with cheese, the junk food was simply good after such a catastrophic day. And sharing this moment with his colleague, accomplice, even, and perhaps friend- if he wanted to- was the icing on the cake.

Her heart always beat a beat and a half faster when he was near her. And although she tried not to like him, not to get attached to what was clearly a bad boy who preferred girls like Kristina, who just hung out with her because he had free time… She simply couldn't deny it anymore. What her heart desired was starting to win over what reason screamed at her.

Don't fall in love.

And yet, as that evening at the pizzeria after her suspension turned into an almost daily routine, her heart prevailed. The crush she immediately had for the young man with emerald eyes and cheeks covered in a milky way of little freckles was slowly transforming into something deeper.

A week had passed since her suspension, it was Saturday again, and as usual, Y/n and Dean found themselves at the pizzeria. The owner himself now came to take their order, even though he already knew what the two wanted since they always ordered the same thing. Everything was going exactly as usual, Dean recounting his day at work, how slowly everything was going downhill without her.

“I worked with a new guy, and son of a bitch, I’ve never seen someone take their time so much. It’s like he did it on purpose,” Dean sipped his drink. Y/n’s gaze followed the movement of the Adam’s apple rising and falling as he swallowed. She was barely concentrating on what he was saying. “We had two complaints that the sandwich bread had mold, but the person in the kitchen didn't get in trouble for it. It’s like the boss knows that no matter the wait time, the quality of the food, or the attitude of the employees, the cafe will always make money since it’s the only one in town,” Dean let out a little laugh which only spread the butterflies in Y/n’s stomach. “Let me tell you that over the past week, some regulars have stopped coming. Oh, and many have asked where you’ve been.”

“It’s not surprising,” she finally answered after a few seconds of silence where only the chewing of Dean devouring his pizza could be heard. On the table, near the windows, the dessert was already there, two slices of pie that the owner had reserved for them knowing they were coming. Her gaze fell on the dessert as she spoke although she really wanted to look him in the eyes. Admiring the perfect color of his orbs, admiring how everything was perfect about him. It was so difficult. “What’s surprising is that the health inspection hasn’t closed this place yet.”

These words hung in the air for a moment, accompanied by silence. Finally glancing over at Dean, she found that he had stopped eating mid-bite, staring blankly at her. It was almost as if Y/n could see the gears moving in his mind.

“Yet.” That was all he said next, taking the time to finish his bite before continuing. "I have an idea."

“I could figure that much,” she laughed as she took her drink, anything to occupy her hands and look normal in his presence. Luckily he couldn't hear her heart thumping against her ribcage.

“We're going to avenge you,” he pointed ahead, at her, and that was enough for her eyes to move from his finger to his eyes. She managed to hold his gaze for several long seconds which seemed to her like hours of torture. "You'll see."

"See what? Oh, how cute,” a voice broke the bubble Y/n and Dean were in. She hadn't heard that voice in a week, and it had been the best thing her suspension had given her, except for all the time she'd spent with Dean since.

“Kristina,” Y/n muttered under her breath, her eyes immediately going to her pizza. A weight seemed to settle on her chest, pressing down hard with its gigantic pressure.

“Hey,” Dean greeted her, and the pressure thumped harder against her heart. “How you doing, Kristina?”

His tone was kind. Friendly. Sweet. Just like he was with Y/n. But with a bonus, he was flirty.

Obviously.

She was not special.

“Oh, I'm doing well, much better,” she laughed. “Especially since Y/n isn’t at the café anymore. No one is ordering us around anymore, right, Dean?”

Out of the corner of her eye, Y/n could see movement. Raising her head just enough to have her in her sight without looking directly at her, she could see her hand on Dean's shoulder. Besides, she wasn't alone. Two other girls from the cafe were standing with her. Without looking at them, Y/n knew. She felt their gaze on her, burning, like vultures around prey.

“I actually liked working with Y/n,” Dean replied as calmly as ever. His words created a spark of hope in Y/n who this time looked directly at Dean. “It’s not as fun without her,” he continued.

“Oh,” Kristina laughed, and her two henchmen followed suit. “I know you want to stay in her good graces by saying all this,” she leaned towards him to whisper in his ear, but made no effort to lower her voice. “But you don’t need to. I think she's going to get fired. The customer came back to file a complaint against her.”

"What?" Dean leaned back slightly to get a better look at Kristina. Now he had his face so close to hers that only one movement was necessary to kiss her. And he had a perfect view into her cleavage. “But…” He turned his head towards the girl sitting in front of him, obviously not understanding why she was being fired and not him.

“You don’t have to lick her boots anymore,” Kristina put a hand on her hip. “I know she’s in love with you, but at this point, it’s pity, right? Spending time with her… Poor little thing. No friends. No boyfriend. Only feelings for those who don’t love her. Just like last time, always falling for the new guy.”

Her face was burning. Y/n was seething, with anger, with sadness, with humiliation. And the worst, the worst was Dean's expression. His gaze, which he constantly fixed on her, seeking to meet her gaze, wanting so much for her to grant him one look, was now stuck in emptiness. And a look of pure confusion made him frown.

Dean refused to look at her anymore.

It was too much.

“Ew, friends to friends,” Kristina added, as if the stabs she had already thrown didn’t hurt enough already. “Ew.”

Standing abruptly, Y/n slammed her hands on the table. Head bowed, her hair cascaded in front of her face, trying as best as they could to hide the tears that welled up in her eyes and inevitably rolled down her cheeks. A ton of insults raced through her mind, but they all got stuck in her throat with this lump growing and growing, until finally, the tears flowed.

One.

Two.

One fell silently onto the table. The other, on her plate, right next to the barely eaten slice of pizza.

Before the third tear fell, Y/n was already out of the restaurant and walking as quickly as she could towards her house. The tears continued to flow without her being able to stop them, but she remained silent. If she could control one thing tonight, it would be her voice. No sound would come out of her mouth until she was alone, at home, in her bed. Only there, she would let herself scream all this pain into her pillow.

No one tried to catch her.

“Good news,” Sam announced before his brother had even closed the door. “Get this. There was no monster from the beginning. It was actually kids who created the whole thing to attract attention. You don’t have to play barista anymore.”

"Oh."

Looking up from his laptop, Sam fixed his gaze on Dean. The door closed slowly and he took off his coat just as slowly and placed it on his bed. The motel was shabby, like all the others, and usually, Dean would never place his precious leather coat on those blankets which he called "the most disgusting object the universe has known." He'd cleaned the covers several times to be sure, but the comforter had kept this unnatural color, so he still didn't trust it.

“Dean.”

“I'm going to take a shower,” his brother grumbled as he headed towards the bathroom, completely ignoring what Sam had just said.

“Okay, but-” the door slammed. “Okay.”

Sam waited for Dean to finish his shower for almost an hour. The only reason Dean Winchester would take such a long shower would be the fantastic water pressure, but having used this bathroom for over 3 weeks, Sam knew that really wasn't the case.

Finally, Dean came out.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” Sam closed his laptop to put his full attention on his brother. The latter sat at the end of his bed, dressed with fresh clothes, his towel on his shoulder to catch the droplets falling from his hair.

“Have you ever dreamed of a normal life?” Dean answered his question with another question. At this, Sam rolled his eyes.

“I had a normal life before, remember? Before you picked me up to find Dad?”

Dean made a sound that was a mix of a sigh of guilt and a grunt of frustration, probably directed at himself. "I know but…"

“I can't believe it,” Sam stood up at the revelation. “You like working there.”

“Nah,” Dean slapped the air like he was chasing away the stupid idea. “Actually, yeah, but not anymore. Working in customer service is horrible.”

“I feel like there's a but,” Sam went to sit next to his brother on the bed.

“But,” Dean took a deep breath. "There is a girl."

Sam sighed. Obviously it was about a girl. “Have you slept with her yet? Because if you want to stay here for a one night stand, I swear-”

“She’s in love with me.”

Sam turned his whole body towards his brother, his eyes wide. "Oh."

"Oh."

“Do you like her back?”

At this question, Dean's face disappeared under his large hands. “I don’t know,” his voice sounded muffled by his palms.

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

"I don't know!" Dean exclaimed, removing his hands at the same time. It was his turn to avoid looking at someone, staring at the void instead. “I don’t know what it is to love. How to love. If it’s love. It was never explained to me, you know, it wasn’t dad who would tell me how to know if I love someone.”

A silence followed his words, but not for long.

“With Jess…” Sam began slowly, as if the words he was about to say were poisonous snakes that could bite him at any moment. “It was simple. I felt good with her. She felt good with me. And together, we were good.”

“Okay,” Dean listened intently, as if the answers he was looking for were on his brother's lips.

“Do you like spending time with her?” He then asked.

Dean didn't even think for a second. "Oh yeah."

“When you're not with her, what do you do? You think about her, right?”

This time, Dean took a moment before answering. “Well, I worked at the cafe, so obviously I was thinking about her, since she wasn’t there but she used to. And then, when I finished work, I would go see her and we would order food or go to the pizzeria.”

“Okay, and then?”

"And then what?" Dean finally looked his brother in the eye. He still had questions, still doubts, confusion, but that was completely normal. A soft, understanding smile stretched Sam's lips.

“What are you thinking about right now?”

“Oh, how I want to punch that shitty boss in the face,” Dean clenched his fist to mimic his words. “I never hit women, but that girl, Kristina, humiliated Y/n terribly earlier. And I reacted too late, she was gone and-”

He stopped speaking suddenly, as if enlightenment had finally reached his mind.

"And?"

“I have to join Y/n, apologize, I-”

“Dean.”

Stopping just as he was getting up and putting his coat back on, the green eyed man turned to his brother.

“If you're in love, I can't tell you, Dean. But I can confirm that you like her. But for tonight, let her breathe, these feelings are new for the both of you.”

At these words, Dean collapsed on the bed. “Oh, you’re probably right. I don't want to rush her, you know, she's so shy, but at the same time, so... Fierce. She's the perfect balance of sweet and spicy. And I let her down.”

To that, Sam didn't know what to answer. He knew that feeling, the one of having abandoned the person you love. That's how he felt ever since he lost Jess.

“I'm sure you'll figure out how to make amends,” Sam placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Actually… I think I already know,” Dean turned his head towards him, green eyes meeting amber ones. Green eyes sparkling with a new resolution, probably very wicked. “And you, my dear brother, will be able to help me.”

Turned out, losing another employee during the busiest time of the year was a sufficient reason to terminate a suspension preemptively. And although, clearly, this did not seem to make certain employees happy and even less the boss who hated coming back on his decisions, Y/n was able to return to work after barely a week of forced leave. And also, strangely, the customer’s complaint seemed to have vanished from existence. Or maybe it was another lie that Kristina came up with to hurt Y/n.

And what a surprise when she arrived and saw the place.

It was depressing. Everything was messy and upside down, unopened boxes that needed to be refrigerated were lying around everywhere, and other products that needed to stay at room temperature, like syrups, ended up in the freezer. No rotation had been made, and it was with sadness that she had to note all the food they lost and throw everything away. It took her a long time, long enough for someone she despised to come and tell her how to do her job.

"What are you doing? Customers are waiting! Have you forgotten how to work?”

After making this more than derogatory comment, Kristina returned to her favorite position, the one that required the least effort.

Her heart was heavy. Filled and at the same time, empty. Since the last time with Dean at the pizzeria, she hadn't received any news. No call. No text. No, her heart wasn't big with heaviness, it was broken. Split. And now that she had returned to the café, she learned he no longer worked there.

Good for him, she thought as she put away one last box before heading towards the front of the café to deal with the customers. At least he was out of this hell. It was maybe better that way.

“Sorry for the wait, what can I get you?” The usual words were so ingrained in her that they came out of her mouth as soon as she was behind the cash register, without even looking at the customer.

“I would like you to give me the chance to talk to you,” a familiar voice said in front of her. That voice, low, hoarse, and so perfect. She had started to get used to hearing it almost every day. But this time, it forged yet another crack on her heart.

“Dean,” even saying his name was painful. The pain of a lost friendship and crushed hope. The pain of a humiliated moment, a bad memory where he had sat there in silence while she was being crushed as an inactive witness.

“Y/n. There’s no word to express how sorry I am for-”

An apology, of course, wasn't exactly what she wanted, but it was more than she had expected. He was there, in the flesh, in front of her. So, for once and although it was difficult because looking at him would hurt her even more, Y/n raised her head and stared into his sad gaze. Ready and open to hear what he had to say.

There was a sadness almost identical to her own in his beautiful green eyes. Guilt, regrets, he seemed sincere-

“Dean! I thought you had left the ship,” Kristina suddenly entered Y/n’s bubble, who didn’t waste a moment to move to the side. It wasn't unknown that Y/n didn't like being touched or having someone in her bubble, and Kristina knew it, so she did it on purpose. All the time.

“Excuse me, but I was talking with Y/n,” Dean replied in a neutral voice, almost annoyed, even.

“Oh, sure, you want to feel better about last time, but you don't have to,” Kristina continued, crossing her arms over her large chest.

Dean rolled his eyes and shifted his attention to Y/n. “I’m serious, Y/n. Come with me, I need to talk to you. And they don’t deserve you.”

Y/n's mouth opened, then closed, tears welling up in her eyes at an uncontrollable speed.

“Seriously, Dean, don’t you see how pathe-”

“Kristina, shut the fuck up. You’re bothering us.”

This really didn't please the girl who made an offended sound, threw an unimportant insult, and left without another word.

Once finally alone again, Dean was ready. Ready to tell the beautiful barista in front of him everything that was on his heart, even if he didn't really know exactly what it was himself. He had some in the past, girlfriends, one night stands, crushes on the most beautiful and popular girls in school, but that wasn't the same thing. He felt an attachment to Y/n, a different feeling that he couldn't describe. If it was love, he didn't know. But he knew he didn't want to lose her.

“It's a little too late to come to my defense,” her voice said instead of his. Taken by surprise, Dean's mouth opened then closed, like a fish looking flabbergasted. “Although I really enjoyed seeing someone tell her to fuck off for once,” the shadow of a smile drew on her face for a second, but quickly faded away. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have a lot of work-”

“Wait,” Dean found his voice just in time.

“I don’t have time, Dean,” Y/n turned her back on him, giving him one last eye contact above her shoulder. Her eyes were filled with sadness and seeing her like that physically hurt him.

“On the contrary,” Dean insisted, a smile tugging at his lips as he knew the plan was going like clockwork. “You will soon have plenty of time.”

Seeing the obvious confusion spread across her face, Dean jerked his head towards the boss's office. This caught the attention of not only Y/n but also the other employees, because at the same time, voices were heard coming from that direction. Loud voices, displeased, and then the door opened.

“I am very disappointed with the state of this place. It's deplorable. I’m afraid I won't change my mind, the café is going to close.”

“Wait,” the boss looked tiny behind the person who had just spoken. Like the weight of reality was finally falling on his shoulders. Stomping him to the ground like a pest, just how he had always treated his employees. "You can’t, you don’t have the right!"

“I have all the rights, I am a health inspector, and this place is completely unsanitary.”

Witnessing the whole scene in the front row, like she was in the cinema, Y/n was jubilant. Finally. Finally this place was recognized as being good for trash. Finally, the boss got what he deserved. Finally, things seemed to come full circle and it was all over.

The health inspector subsequently introduced himself to the employees. He looked very young for this job, early twenties, probably, long hair parted in the middle of his forehead and hazel eyes, but regardless, he had done his job properly so Y/n didn’t care about the details.

“This place is going to close. But don't worry, you are entitled to unemployment compensation. Time to find something better for you,” the inspector finished his speech with a wink. If Y/n wasn't so excited by the idea of being rid of this miserable job, she would have been sure that the wink was aimed at her personally.

A laugh brought her attention back to Dean who was still in front of her. As the health inspector informed the customers present of the situation and put a note in the door to say the café was permanently closed, Dean was giggling.

“You did this,” Y/n finally understood.

“Told you we would get you revenge. Now, can you please come with me and listen to me? I need to talk to you.”

“After what you did for me, lunch is on me,” Y/n laughed as well, took off her apron which she threw behind her, and left the café without a glance behind her.

“Listen. So uhm, how can I say this, so uhm… God, I’m so bad at chick flicks and emotional stuff.”

The two had been sitting at the pizzeria for about an hour and a half pizzas. The same place as usual, with the same order, but this time everything was different. It was not simply out of friendship that they came to share a meal, there was more. Hidden feelings, others clearly visible but which had not yet been addressed, and frustration mixed with regrets.

Dean had been trying for two slices of pizza now to say something, but would immediately turn red the moment he tried to open up emotionally. And Y/n couldn't even blame him, seeing the efforts he made for her, what he did at the cafe, for her, and now he was trying so hard to explain and make it up to her… He could say absolutely nothing and she would be satisfied.

“Take your time,” Y/n mentioned between mouthfuls, leaving all her attention on the young man in front of her who still made her heart beat so quickly. Of course, he had made mistakes, and to forgive him just because he had the best revenge for her was pretty stupid, but oh well. Love makes you stupid, right? “It’s not like someone is waiting for me.”

“It’s just,” Dean sighed and ran his hands over his face. Y/n's gaze stayed on the ring on his finger, a ring she had already noticed before. “Not easy to say this. I mean, not to you, but like, talking about my stuff like this. But there’s one thing I know I have to say, and here it is,” he finally seemed to find his bearings, beautiful green eyes anchoring into hers, his red cheeks creating a nice color contrast. "I'm sorry. Sorry for not saying anything when Kristina was there being a bitch. I guess I was taken up by surprise with what she said, but that’s no excuse.”

“Dean, it’s fine,” Y/n shook her head and closed her eyes briefly. When she opened them again, she knew exactly what she wanted to say to him. She took a big breath, words and sentences forming quickly in her mind. And it all came out of her mouth as quickly. “I am not ashamed to like you. Not at all. Because you are nice. Pretty. Hella sexy. And I feel comfortable whenever I’m with you. And I like spending time with you, and always wanna spend more. I won’t be ashamed to think all those things about you, because they are true, and they only make you a better person.” Pausing her words, Y/n forced herself to keep her gaze on Dean's again. She noticed that since those words had come out of her mouth, it was easier to hold his gaze. “You don’t have to have the same feelings, I understand. You don’t have to reciprocate or answer my confession, I can already see how bad it is for you to express feelings,” she laughed briefly at his scowling expression. “What I’m trying to say is… Yes. I like you a lot. And if you only like me as a friend, well, I’ll take that. It might hurt, but it would hurt more to not have you around anymore.”

Phew. It was hard to say, but once everything was out, Y/n felt better, lighter even. A heavy weight was finally leaving her heart, but there was still a little left. That was pressing. And tightening with the question… What will his answer be?

Dean took a brief moment to think before answering. Everything had gone silent, neither of them were eating, and both were probably holding their breaths.

“I've only known you for a short time,” Dean finally broke the silence, and the breath left Y/n's lungs which burned as it passed. She could feel the “but” coming. “But…” And there you go. “I really appreciate your company. A lot. I don’t know if it’s the same thing you feel, or if it’s love, but for the first time in a long, long time, I don’t want to leave this town. And I want to continue spending time with you.” Hope was reborn in Y/n, a wave of indescribable emotions suddenly invading her. “I'm going to have to leave, eventually, for work, but... I really want to take a break and try. I don’t know if I can do it, have a normal life, be with you, and just quit my job, so… I can’t promise you anything. I will probably leave eventually, I have so much stuff to do and…”

“You know,” Y/n continued when she saw him struggling with his words, hope now so strong in her body that she was almost vibrating. It wasn't a confession of love, but it was even better. This attachment Dean felt for her was worth even more than any cheesy love confession from the romantic movies or books she loved to delve into. “I no longer really have any ties to this city. No more jobs. If… We realize that things are working between us, and that you need to leave, nothing stops me from coming with you.” Realizing that it was probably too direct since they weren't even together, Y/n quickly adjusted her mind. “But those are just random ifs and thoughts,” she hurriedly took a bite of her pizza, just to make her stop talking.

“Y/n,” raising her head, she looked back at Dean. The latter had a big smile on his face and shook his head, clearly amused by her words. “If I told you what I did for work, you would never believe me. And when you”ll see it with your eyes and will be forced to believe me, you’re going to want to run away from me.”

“You’re a secret agent then?” Y/n hurriedly said, her mouth still full of pizza, her eyes wide. “Wow. Impressive.” She laughed, and Dean nervously laughed with her. If only it was that, it would be so much easier. “It really reminds me of my uncle.”

“Your uncle was a secret agent?” Dean asked, amused by the change of subject and how she was easily taking everything he said to her.

She was really the right one. Maybe she wouldn't run away after all.

“No, actually. When I was young, I often spent time at his house, but my parents stopped visiting him. They said he had lost his mind. But I loved these stories of ghosts and werewolves, he always told me he hunted them, saving people, like a secret agent of the supernatural,” a big smile stretched her lips at this thought, past memories flooding back into her head. It was so long ago, but she kept good memories of her uncle. Expecting the same reaction from Dean, Y/n only met a shocked face, frozen in a position that didn't suit him at all. Eyes wide, mouth parted, his skin white like he actually saw a ghost. She waved her hand in front of his face. “Earth to Dean?”

“Y/n, what’s your last name again?”

Taken aback by the sudden question, she blinked once and then twice. “Uhm, I don’t think I’ve ever told you. It’s Singer, why?”

A long silence answered her questions and her face dropped a little bit. Why did it matter?

“Your uncle… What's his name?”

“Dean, I haven’t seen my uncle in almost 15 years you know-”

“Y/n.”

“Robert. It’s Robert. But I always called him…”

“Bobby.”

It was her turn to have her eyes widen. “Yeah…?”

“I think you and I have more in common than I thought. And you really need to meet my brother,” he immediately stood up and threw two 20 bills on the table. Standing up in turn, confusion filled her entire expression.

“Dean, that’s way too much for two pizzas- Dean?” But she couldn't add more, and the confusion turned into this small, pleasant flame in the middle of her chest when Dean's hand met hers. “Okay, but you’re going to have to explain it to me because I don’t understand anything.”

“You'll understand,” Dean's smile was indescribable because it was so big. But that smile was hiding something else. Secrets that his beautiful lips had surely sealed away for far too long. “Let’s go,” he walked outside, said goodbye to the restaurant owner, and led her to his car. But once inside, he stopped before starting the engine, frozen yet again as another realization hit him.

“What? Something's wrong?”

“You… uhm… might recognize my brother, actually.”

“Why, was he a customer at the café?” Y/n laughed, fastening her seat belt. This whole thing was so sudden, so random, she just wanted to burst laughing. She felt good even if she didn’t quite understand everything that was happening.

“It was the health inspector,” he finally started the car and backed out of the parking lot and onto the road in one smooth, sexy motion.

“Oh. Wait, he’s a health inspector?”

“Not… Really?”

“Dean.”

Silence.

“Dean, did you fake the inspection?”

“Not really?”

“Dean!”

“Please. I’ll explain everything once we arrive. Do you trust me?”

For a second, Dean took his eyes off the road and looked into hers, and she held the gaze for the entire second and saw nothing but honesty. Then, he turned his head and broke eye contact, but out of the corner of her eye, she could see his right hand raised slightly towards her, waiting to be picked up.

“Yeah,” she finally said, gently placing her hand in his. It was warm. Comfortable. And how he squeezed, tenderly but also firmly, showed worry about losing her. “It might be crazy and stupid, but I trust you, Dean Winchester.”

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Since you mentioned doing botw requests, would you be able to write another part to forgotten love, where it turns out reader was isekaid

Like they were there before the calamity, managed to get home then ended up back in hyrule - and back with yan!link?

Also just gonna say that how you write link as a yan is absolutely incredible and I'd love to see more about how you think he'd act post calamity when he's more feral

Forgotten Love Pt. 2 (Yandere BOTW).

I really like this ask, so I'm incorporating it into the part 2. Thank you, Anon. (Also, for the case of the story, Legend of Zelda isn't a game).

I tried to expand the relationships the reader has with the other characters, so I hope this is good.

Also, also. I got all the glyphs, most of the memories (except for 1, 11, 14, 16, and 18) and finished all the temples so use that as a reference for your asks.

"(Y/N)! Are you seriously not listening to me right now?!"

You shot up, nearly spilling the coffee in your hands. You look across from you to see your coworker Alice, giving you a stern look with her arms cross. She wasn't really your friend, at least in your eyes, but you were glad to have someone to talk to.

You look down at your coffee, which was now cold, and give Alice a nervous giggle. She scoffs and eats the last bite she had left of her croissant. Whipping her mouth free of crumbs, she rolls her eyes at you, "seriously (Y/N), you need to get your head out of the clouds." She picks up her empty coffee cup and used napkin. She eyes you before, giving you a sigh and sympathetic look.

"Look, (Y/N), you need to get some help with your dreams. You've been struggling with work and barely leave your house. Try going to a sleep doctor, or anything. Please." Alice sounded desperate, looking down at you with sad eyes, before leaving you alone in the cafe.

You knew Alice was right, your dreams have been very, life like, to say the least. You can only remember a few bits and pieces, like the sounds and smells, but nothing concrete. You've tried talking to Alice about it, but it just sounds like your crazy, and you can tell she worried for you.

---

"Do you remember them?" It was a strange question that the Princess barely understood. Zelda looks at her sworn protector, raising an eyebrow at him. He gives her a short look before continuing.

"(Y/N)." Link says, his voice quiet. Zelda's hand tightens around the torch at the sound of your name. Her pace slows as her looks down at the grown, sadness filling her body. Link stops and looks back at her, his face dark and baren of any emotion.

"I do." She says sorrowful. It would be a lie to say she hasn't thought about you in the last 100 years. In fact, she constantly thought about you. She often thinks about your friendship, how you helped her grow her knowledge of ancient sheikah materials, how you comforted her when she came back from another day unable to awaken her powers. You were there for her, and she wasn't, and now you're gone.

When Zelda looks back up, Link is staring directly at of her, eyes unmoving. It was scary, his intensity. She stepped back a little but kept her composure nicely. "Why do you ask?"

Link ignores the question, "There's nothing less of them." Link voice is monotone, but that doesn't scare Zelda, it's the blank gaze behind his eyes when he talks about you.

Zelda walks up closer to Link, taking her place besides him. She gives him a hard look, courage filling her body, "We lost a lot of people in the Calamity."

Link was silent as they continue to walk in the darkness underneath the castle. Zelda took a small breath at Link's silence, aiming the torch further ahead of her. Although it was quiet, her mind was filled with you. She knew Links feeling for you, she knew how dark and possessive they were, but she couldn't blame herself for your death. Thousands of lives were lost in the Calamity and while she will always cherish you, you were gone, and there were bigger things to focus on.

Like now, the murals in front of them, depicting the beginnings of Hyrule. She stares at them in wonder, "Look Link!" She hands him the torch, grabbing her Purah pad to take a picture, "This is fascinating!" Link didn't respond, not that Zelda noticed as she took her pictures. Satisfied, she put the pad back on her belt and took the torch, motioning for Link to follow.

As they walked deeper and deeper down, the air became thicker and thicker. Link instinctively grasped his sword, removing it from the sheath on his back. The room slowly became red, smoke floating around them and filling their lungs. The hallway was only illuminated by Link's master sword and the torch Zelda was holding, slowly revealing the mummified body ahead, a glowing hand protruding out of it.

As they slowly move closer, the hand falls, a stone falling and rolling towards Zelda. The crouches down and pokes at it, before cradling it in her hand. A bright light emanates from it before a deep beating sound everts her attention back to the mummified corpse.

The corpse shifts and jolts awake with many cracks, rising up slowly before falling back down, his jaw hanging loosely open. It was silent for a second, Link moving in front of the Princess, waiting. His grip on the Master Sword tightens and his stance becomes firm as Zelda holds the stone close to her chest, the torch still in hand.

Suddenly, the corpse turns toward them, his eyes fiery red as the red smoke billows from them. Red tendrils start rushing out of the open would that was once covered by the glowing hand, beelining towards the two. Link thrusts the Master Sword forward, piercing one of the tendrils in its center, but it barely flinches as it travels up right hand, stealing him of any previous power he once had. Link winces in pain as he grasps his arm, which was now covered in the strange substance. Barely a second later, the tendrils are moving back towards him, Link swinging his sword forward to stop the attack, only to witness the powerful sword be shattered, the tip shooting forward and grazing the corpse on the cheek.

"Link!" Zelda calls out, concerned for his safety. Link makes no sound as he focuses on the reanimated corpse moving in front of him.

"Was that the sword that seals the darkness? A blade that shatters so easily against my power cannot save you from me." It groans, slowly standing, vile pops and squelches coming from its body. "Zelda..." It drones, her eyes widening at the call of her name. Her breath wavers as she moves closer to Link, who the corpse is now directing its attention too.

"You, who carries that fragile sword." Its words are filled with disdain, "are Link." Link faulters, but only for a second as the corpse continues.

Finally, at its full height, it looks down upon the two Hylians, "Rauru placed his faith in you..." He looks almost smug, "and that was all you could do?"

"How do you know our names?" The corpse ignores Zelda's question as the strange substance that previously attacked them bursts out of its chest once more, flying towards the ceiling. It crumples piece by piece, shaking the ground below.

As Link's arm begins to radiate with pain, he hears the Princesses voice before succumbing to darkness.

---

A shiver ran up your spine randomly as you walk throughout your home. Your eyes were heavy as look around you for signs of unusual. Your apartment was dark and quiet, not strangle for the nighttime. Coming up with nothing odd, you shrug it off and back into your bedroom, closing the door behind you.

You sigh as you enter the comfort of your own bedroom, sitting down on your bed. You look at the time on your phone, 1:43am. You throw your phone down lightly and stare at your ceiling. You close your eyes and think of the dreams you had the previous nights, trying to come up with anything that you could explain to your therapist. You couldn't remember much, only faint hints of faces that became more and more unclear as you slowly drifted off into sleep.

---

The air around you feels warm, welcoming even. It envelopes you in a hug, and you can feel the sun beaming down on you snuggle deeper into what feels like grass.

Grass? That was strange. You open your eyes, covering them instantly when the sun enters them. It takes a second before moving to look at your surroundings. You were in the center of a large field, a few buildings far in the distance. Standing up slowly, you move your in front of you to keep your balance, your legs must've fallen asleep.

You stretch your arms above your head, attempting to get all of the sleep out of you. You stay relaxed, assuming this to be a dream. You don't feel all completely here, so it must be the case, right?

"Excuse me? Are you alright." A soft voice comes from behind you. You quickly turn around, coming face to face with a tan woman with long blond hair. Her arms and legs were covered in white markings, and her face was filled with concern. She moves closer to you, stopping when you move back in fear.

"Do you know who I am?" She frowns when you shake your head. She slowly moves closer to you, tilting her head in confusion, "Are you friends with Zelda?"

"Zelda? Who's Zelda." You question, causing the woman to pout. She cups her chin, assumingly to think, smiling when she is gifted with an idea.

"You should come with me." She speaks gently, "Me and my husband can help you." She moves her hand out for you to take.

You didn't know whether to trust her or not. You just met her but judging by her kind expression and willingness to help, you saw no issue with going with her. Either way, this was just a dream, so there's no harm. You walk up to her and take her hand, the woman smiling when you do so.

"I'm Sonia." She says, looking at you. You relax slightly, telling her your name as she leads you towards your destination.

---

Link no longer cares about time. The days and nights blend together without a care in the world, and Link does not blink an eye.

He wonders what Hylia has in store for him, subjecting him to this cruel fait again, right when he was starting to become acclimated to the world around him.

To take his memories from him, his powers from him, the only person he loved from him, he wonders what path she has for him, and if it will ever end.

Link no longer cares about his own wellbeing. Eating whatever food he can find, slaying any enemy with little remorse, traveling the skies and the depths of Hyrule with little fear. He no longer cares about the idea of hurting himself, not after everything was taken from him. Now, he wonders if death is the quickest way back to you.

The last time Link remembered being at peace was when he was with you. When you would brush his hair and talk to him about your research, never ending sentences spilling from your lips, not that he cared because he loved hearing your voice. When you would make him fancy dinners after being away from each other, when you would read to him as he fell asleep.

His favorite memory was when you first moved in with him, he was so nervous. He wanted to keep you with him, forever, and the best way to do that was moving in together. He spent weeks decorating the house to your liking, making sure everything was perfect, so when you finally came, it would be so nice you wouldn't want to leave.

But you did.

You left him all alone, to deal with the Calamity, the Upheaval.

Now, he sleeps alone in his bed in Terry Town, wondering if there was a way to bring you back to him. Maybe, if he did good, Hylia would gift you to him. Either that or he goes insane, because what would all his hard work be for.

---

It's your luck that Sonia takes you to a literal castle. It was large, in the center of the land, and screamed power. Sonia didn't seem too shocked at your surprise, in fact she seemed to revel in it, leading your through hallways and corridors until reaching the throne room.

The Throne Room was long and spacious, the ceiling was draped with blue cloths, strange symbols decorating the whole room. There were only two people in the room, a strange animal human hybrid who looked similar to a goat, and a young girl who looked similar to Sonia. They were making small talk before you walked in, turning towards you when you two walk in.

"(Y/N)?" The girl says, looking at you confused. She steps carefully towards you, eyeing your pajamas, which definitely looked weird compared to the flowy dress wear they were all wearing. She extends a handout to cup your face, her fingers shaking as they touch your skin.

You tense up at her touch, eyes darting from her to the man behind her, who moves closer to you slowly. "Is it really you?" She asks in a whisper. The man moves over to Sonia, his long hair flowing with him. He stands next to her and gives the two of you a confused look.

"Do they know each other?" The man asks. Sonia gives him coy smile.

"I guess so."

Suddenly, the girl is hugging you, wrapping you up so tight you could barely breath. Tears wet your shoulder as you awkwardly attempt to console the stranger. "I'm sorry, but I don't think I'm the person you're looking for." You pat her on the back, trying to pull away. She pulls back, still holding your arms giving you a muddled look.

"W-what do you mean?" She furrows her brows, tears still in her eyes. "You're (Y/N), right?" She gives a nervous smile, "I'm Zelda, remember?"

You shake your head, not remembering a thing. Zelda drops her hands back to her side, looking a way slightly before excusing herself, leaving the Throne Room in a hurry.

"Zelda!" The man calls out but was too late, Zelda was gone before he could say a word. The man looks at you apologetically, wrapping his arm around Sonia's waist.

"I apologize, she's been through, a lot, to say the least." He offers a smile similar to Sonia, one filled with warmth and compassion. "I am King Rauru, ruler of Hyrule." He gestures to Sonia, "And this is my wife, I'm assuming the two of you have meant.

You nod and Sonia laughs, "She appeared her similar to that of Zelda. I wonder if the two are related."

Rauru nods and the room was silent for a moment, your nervous shifting directing the attention to you. You cough and mess with the hem of your shirt, "So, what is this place anyway?"

Rauru becomes stiff, "You've never heard of Hyrule?" He frowns when you shake your head.

"Well that sure is strange." Sonia says with hint of curiosity, her husband shaking his head at her words. He looks at you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"So, you must be from another world?" He watches as confusion and then understanding flash across your face.

"Oh, a dream." You laugh "This is all just a dream." You giggled to yourself, moving away from Rauru and Sonia as your demeanor suddenly becomes carefree.

Rauru lets out a small laugh at your behavior, watching as you move throughout the halls with an air of playfulness. "They sure are strange." He says whispering to his wife. She nods, hair bouncing with her movements.

"Oh, yes they are." She pauses, looking up at her husband with a knowing smile. "Should we tell them?"

Rauru shakes his head, "No, I think not."

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Link awoke from the memory with a loud gasp, his heart nearly beating out of his chest. He moves away from the pool of water, not caring to wait for it to settle.

So that's where you were. In the past, with Zelda. He inhales, a pleased smile creeping onto his face. He grabs his hand, well, Rauru's hand, and cradles it on his chest. He knows this is the closest he's been to you in a long time, this hand is the only thing linking you to him.

Link wonders if he'd ever get to see you again. If you'd bless him with your presence once more and he could finally feel piece. Or, if he'd been forced to deal with your death, again.

He doesn't know if he couldn't handle it.

He knows he couldn't handle it.

So, as he stares into the palm of this strange hand, he makes a vow to you. To find you, and bring you home, and never let you out of his sight again.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #legend of zelda x reader #yandere legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom x reader #yandere tears of the kingdom #yandere link x reader #legend of zelda #breath of the wild #breath of the wild x reader #yandere breath of the wild

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amomentsescape · 7 days

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hello! may i please request a hurt to comfort oneshot of Victor meeting the reader for the first time? he's just out on the town post-job, getting a milkshake or smth and sees reader in a really nice, pretty outfit crying quietly alone on a bench. for whatever reason, he goes up to them and asks why they're crying and they explain that it's their first birthday party ever and all their friends cancelled/ghosted on them.

i'm in a similar situation where i'm about to have my first birthday party ever and i'm really nervous that something is gonna happen. every other time i've tried, something comes up and people either cancel on me or just ghost me complately :,)

Birthday Wishes

Victor Zsasz x Reader

Summary: Victor finds Reader alone on their birthday.

Warnings: Reader being called "pretty," mentions of bad friends

Word Count: 1,018

A/N: Happy, happy birthday <3 I wish you the best day and hope that things were different this time. P.S. I wrote this in a sleep deprived stupor, so I hope this all came out to your liking still :)

Victor literally never catches a break. And honestly, he liked it that way.

He's spent so much of his life "working" that he doesn't know what to do with himself when he's not assigned a hit. And this is clearly why he found himself walking the busy streets of Gotham with a half melted vanilla shake in his hand.

Isn't this what the normal people do when they're off work? Not that Victor has ever been normal, but he is currently trying to find any way to keep his mind off of the fact that he isn't working.

Honestly, not having someone to kill was more stressful than the opposite. If he's not killing, then what's his purpose?

He looked down at the sad shake in his hand and let out a sigh, feeling conflicted on what to do.

His mind raced with thoughts on tomorrow when he would finally be back to his calling, stalking along the roofs of the tallest buildings with the prettiest views.

He tossed his shake into a nearby trashcan and continued to walk, ignoring the odd glances from those he passed along the street.

Victor kept up his pace and barely noticed how the crowd was beginning to thin out.

The quieter environment was welcomed, but this moment of peace was quickly shaken to the sound of pitiful cries coming from around the corner.

He would have normally relished in this sound, but something about the sobs and sniffles triggered an unfamiliar feeling in Victor's chest: worry.

He poked his head around the corner and saw you curled up on a bench, your face shoved in your hands.

He was quick to notice your elaborate outfit, immediately wondering if this was some type of date gone wrong. But he was quick to shake that thought away. You were much too pretty to have been stood up. At least, that's what he thought. Hell knows he wouldn't have stood someone like you up, hitman or not.

He hesitated for a moment, debating whether talking to you would be a good idea. He wasn't exactly a warm and welcoming sort of person to most, and the last thing he wanted to do was worsen the state you were already in. But at the same time, who cared? He was likely never going to see you again anyways unless your gorgeous self showed up on tomorrow's hit list.

He approached you, his heavy footsteps enough to quiet your crying, your head carefully rising to see who was near.

And the moment his eyes saw yours, he knew he had been right; you were very pretty, and he could almost immediately feel his usual confidence waver ever so slightly at the confirmation.

"What seems to be the matter?" he asked softly, not wanting to startle you.

And to his surprise, you casually rolled your eyes, not even slightly uncomfortable by his looks or presence.

"It's stupid," your voice broke.

You grimaced at how hoarse you sounded, looking away from his gaze quickly.

"I wouldn't consider this stupid," he quickly responded.

He nodded his head to the empty space beside you. You scooted over a bit and allowed him to sit despite still being a stranger to you.

Victor just sat there and watched you for a bit. He was silently hoping you would eventually open up to what was going on. But of course, he wasn't one to pry. In fact, he wasn't one to even engage in a situation like this to begin with.

In a city like Gotham, you were obviously not the first person he came across crying by themselves. But you were certainly the first person to catch his attention.

Finally, with a shaky breath, you spoke up.

"My friends..." you scoffed at yourself. "I can't even call them that anymore. What kind of friends aren't there for your own birthday?" you sniffled.

The realization dawned on him as he took in your words. Well this was even more upsetting of a situation than he had originally planned.

"They canceled?" he asked.

You let out a dry laugh. "Some did. Others weren't even kind enough to send me a text saying they couldn't make it."

You shook your head as you stared into your lap.

"You know, I spent every year of my life not celebrating my birthday because I was scared of this exact thing happening. And of course, the one time I felt confident enough to do it, my nightmare became real. Is there something wrong with me?"

The moment the words left your mouth, your eyes widened, shifting up immediately to meet his gaze.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn’t be spewing my trauma on a stranger."

You could already feel your eyes burning with tears again, the sensation making you angry. It was one thing to be pathetically crying on a random bench out in the open, but it was an entirely different thing to be doing this in front of some handsome man.

"Victor," his voice broke you from your thoughts.

You looked back up at him.

"What?"

You were surprised to see him smile softly at you.

"My name is Victor. So now we're not strangers, hmm?"

His smile was contagious as you found your body relaxing at his friendliness.

"(Y/N)," you finally responded after a moment.

"Well, happy birthday, (Y/N)."

Victor began to stand at this, a feeling of disappointment weighing in your chest.

You assumed he was leaving until he paused and looked down at you, his hand reaching out.

"Shall we?"

You tilted your head in confusion. "What-"

"It's your birthday. About time you finally got to celebrate it, hmm?"

A smile broke out on your face as you took his hand, following him away from that lonely bench.

This may not have been how you planned the day going originally, but there was no way you were going to argue with it. If you would have known some handsome man was going to show up and sweep you off your feet, you would have happily cut your "friends" off a lot sooner.

#victor zsasz fluff #gotham victor zsasz #victor zsasz x reader #victor zsasz #gotham fandom #gotham x reader #gotham #gotham city

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eluxcastar · 2 years

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── ୨୧：guren ichinose, shinya hīragi, kureto hīragi x reader (separate)

୨୧﹑synopsis :: you try not to notice how he adores a certain woman in his life, you keep your feelings about him to yourself, quiet and never acting on them solely because you know that you could never hope to compare to her.

୨୧﹑genre :: slight angst

୨୧﹑content :: nothing to warn I don't think but I wrote this at like one a.m. and did not read a word of it 👍 lmk if there is something you want me to tag though (*￣︶￣)

୨୧﹑words :: 811

hiii I'm back again (I have a second degree burn now 💀) (I touched the oven rack while it was on max) (now I have a funny mark on my knee) this is kinda rushed because tbh I am not in the mood but I don't wanna up and dip again even though I was hit with like that curse that plagues fanfic authors and ten bad things happened in a day

this is from like March I believe??? I am so sorry to the person who sent me this in my DMs istg I was gonna do it but then I just forgot after that really long break I took 😔 I don't think I ended up sticking to it exactly because I'm not actually sure if the whole request was sent?? I also ended up cutting Crowley to put him in a standalone post 👍

─ ୨୧： guren ichinose

your feelings for the Ichinose boy run deep, a little part of you crushing on just his looks when he first arrived at this school, only growing on you since then. His personality when he really got comfortable was charming, and he always had that goofy look on his face when students pulled mean tricks on him like he didn't care. A pretty face. He never lets others bother him it seems, even when he talks all lesson to the boy beside him and tries to ignore him. You could look past the Ichinose Clan part, that was the least of your worries. After all, even Mahiru Hīragi could look past that.

you see her around him a lot, and they seem to know each other and get along well. She's always smiling around him, and while he doesn't exactly look like he's having the best day of his life he looks happier to hear from her than most other students. You suppose he would be with a smart and pretty girl paying attention to him, let alone one quite so impossibly beautiful as her. A once in a century genius. How could you ever hope to compete with a person like that?

it was a nigh impossible task, so you give up, and you watch. You know that he is only yours in your little daydreams, and the moment you blink them away and return to reality he goes right back to being Mahiru's as he always was.

─ ୨୧： shinya hīragi

since you joined the army you had at least a bit of a liking toward him, though it was quite minor at first, nothing too big. You just liked how nice he was to you, even helping you out at times when he noticed you were struggling a bit with your weapon. With his help you got closer to him at least in your eyes, the confidence he oozed enough to make you feel safe and in good hands. You trusted he knew what he was doing and it kept paying off to trust his advice.

it kept you asking for more of his help, knowing that slowly the help was becoming less of your focus and it was slowly shifting to the man himself. Something about him is so handsome, yet also quite cute.

then you heard he had once had a fiancée, and you realised that if that was everything he wanted in a partner that you would be stepping way out of your league. She was a Goddess put on earth in the form of a high school girl, perfect if not for her one fatal flaw in which she was dead after committing acts that disgraced her family. That explained why nobody spoke of her until you heard it from the girl's own sister.

slowly you were inching your way further into his life, and slowly you will inch your way back out. Even as a dead woman, You know that to that standard, you are still just a bumbling and confused little child.

─ ୨୧： kureto hīragi

a bad little habit you have with Aoi is the gossip once work is over, going to shower and change in the showers together one stall apart just to talk about various tidbits you'd picked up throughout the days. You'd learned many…interesting things that way. Most notably however was in the midst of washing your hair, letting the water wash out the product when she so happened to mention that she might just have deeper feelings for Kureto than she usually lets on. It's more than just respect, at least as she put it. You almost got shampoo in your eyes.

of course you couldn't blame her, her feelings are something you can quite easily understand in fact, it's just… How are you supposed to be pitted against someone like Aoi who is loyal to a fault at her job? Thinking about it really…she is quite beautiful, and her family is in higher standing, she does anything that he asks of her, most importantly she is strong. You think if anything Kureto would value power, wouldn't he? He probably wouldn't be fond of protecting his lover all the time out of necessity, he'd prefer someone capable of doing that themselves, and while you certainly could, Aoi could do it better.

you can hear her as she knocks her hand against the wall of the shower stall, "Did you drown in there?" her voice brings you back again, and you give a quick no in response. You're out of the shower soon enough. It'd be easier to forget the conversation if not for the fact you both pass him again on your way back to the dorms and finally notice how she looks at him.

even without the threat of her own skill over yours, you're not sure you can take that away from her.

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tv-girllover07 · 8 months

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Something metal🥁

Kevin schlieb × fem!reader

Movie: Metal lords

Part 4

Blue italic= there thoughts

Green italic= Kevin narrating

Scene skip ⏭️

I’m at hunters house with two other people playing D&D “And the Slippers of Spider Climbing go to Malmsteen of Gorgoroth.” He said and painted at Hunter, I hear Mr Sylvester laugh “What kind of girlie name is Malmsteen of Gorgoroth?” He asks

“I don't know, Dad. Why don't you ask one of your real housewives while you’re shoving water balloons into there tits” Hunter snaps back at him, I look at the other members around the table “Plastic surgeon.” so they would understand what they were talking about. I understand, dungeons and dragons even less then metal but it’s a chance for us to hang out with new people, especially for people who can be in our band, if he joins Skullfucker, then we’re a band, right? So then we can play in the Battle of the Bands. If people like us, then maybe they’ll ask us to play at some parties. I hope Hunter likes this guy. Sometimes he’s not so nice to people when he’s uncomfortable and being around, his dad makes him-- “Well, Malmsteen just can't believe that a halfling rogue would be dumb and ungrateful enough to try and rip off a half-orc barbarian who just saved him from five ice toads. But he thinks he'll show mercy.

“Until he remembers that mercy is for the weak. Malmsteen pulls out Hell Slinger his +3 great sword...” ”Hunter” I cut him off “...And he tells Auriac Stormhollow to shut his glory hole before he starts his first attack.” Hunter drops the dice’s on the table making a loud clack “Plus ten, that's a hit-- “Hunter, don't be an idiot.” And Hunter continues to ignore me “He runs the blade between the thief's ribs. Second attack. Uh-oh! There goes the leg. And for the final attack...oh shit! ,Head over to Dr. Sylvester's for some post-op implants, because I just chopped off your dick.” Hunter said that while holding the guys arm and making it look like he was chopping his dick.

“Sure, sure” Mr Sylvester said laughing, “You just remember that those implants are what paid for your guitar, your incel action figures, and all your dumbass Satan-worship T-shirts!” Mr Sylvester yelled “I'm gonna go play tennis! Have you see my American Express?” Hunter just shrugs and drinks his Mountain Dew and I look at him. The guy I asked to come over gets up and grabs his bag “Where are you going.” Hunter asks “Leaving. This sucks compared to Call of Duty. Kevin, see you in class.” And he leaves “Hunter, we were going to ask him to play bass for us. He says he's pretty good.” Hunter shakes his head “It's for the best. We can never trust a guy like that.” I look at him pissed why can’t he just except the fact that we really need a bass player.

(Scene skip ⏭️)

“I’m telling you, she’s really good.” I said to Hunter but he disagreed “We need a bass player. A metal bass player.” He told me as we turn down a street “She can be metal.” I kept trying to persuade him “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Why? Why is that the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever heard?” I asked him “Because a cello-playing girl is so non-metal that even thinking about it is evaporating my balls.” He said and I look at him confused “A lot of the time, Hunter. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Metal, not metal…Uh…Maybe I’m just not right for Skullfucker.” I said and looked at him before looking back on the road.

Then he stops the car and unbuckled his seatbelt “Okay, switch places with me.” He said and I turn to him “What?” And he looked at me “Just do it. Slide over. Open the door, but don’t get out.” He told me as I unbuckle my seatbelt and he got out of the car, and I open my door and see Hunter walking towards Skip and I start yelling at Hunter “No! No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no” but he kept walking then Hunter reaches Skip and gives him the middle finger “Suck it, cunt.” Then flips him in the chin, and runs to the car while Skip chases him “Go, go! Fuck! Go! Fuck! Fuck! Go, go, go, go, go!” so I get in the driver seat, and Hunter gets in the car and slams the door “Why? Why did you do that?” I asked him getting worried “Truth to power, bitch! Drive!” And I step on the gas “Why?” I asked myself quietly and start driving faster due to Skip driving after us “Drive. If he gets close enough, you’ve just as fucked as I am.” He told me and I duck down in the seat “You slow down, you die. That’s metal.”

“That is a dumb Keanu Reeves movie!” I yelled at him and continued driving and trying to hit any cars “Watch out. He’ll see you in the mirrors if he gets close enough.” So I adjusted the mirror “You’re an asshole” I told Hunter and he laughs “Okay. We can shake him. Turn left on Aspen” and I turn the car but we almost get hit “Don’t slow down. Keep going straight.” I feel like I’m losing my mind “To where? Where?” I yelled “There!” Hunter pointed to the narrow alleyway “I…We will not fit in there!” I continue yelling “I know this car!” Hunter yelled as we got closer to the alley and he put his hand on my knee “Fucking do it!” And I start to scream “Whoo!” “No, no, no!” I yelled and Hunter screams maniacally and we finally exit the alley and Hunter turns back to see Skip trying to go through the alleyway, but crashes into the wall.

I understand now. Metal is commitment, and speaking truth to power and sticking it to the man, and speed. “That was fucking awesome” I said to Hunter and let out a sigh. Metal is taking the wheel.

(Scene skip ⏭️)

“What’s this” I ask “Homework” he said well we all look around the room, looking at all the different posters “Black Sabbath, Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, Metallica, Anthrax, Slayer, Megadeth, Motörhead, Guns N’ Roses, Rage Against the Machine, Pantera, Emperor, Tool, Dio, Mesguggah, Opeth, Slipknot, Mastodon, Lamb of God. This is your history now. Learn it, live it, do lines of it in the bathroom” Hunter then finally hands me the sheet of music and I look at it. It’s a list of different songs by different artists. “I’ll be working on this. It’s a solo to “Machinery” it fucking shreds. I had these made up” he hand me guitar picks with the words Skullfucker on it, and I put them in my pocket and I say to Hunter “I’ll start working on this” We do the band handshake. And I walk up the stairs i hear Hunter mess up a note and yell “Cocks! Fuck me, okay.”

(Scene skip ⏭️)

I’m in the practice room and I’m writing down the same songs Hunter wrote for me and rewrote them on a separate sheet for Y/n. Once I’m done writing everything down I fold the piece of paper and start walking towards the room Y/n was in, then I look at the paper in my hand put, From: Kevin ! On it I don’t want to interrupt this time so I slide it underneath the door as soon as I slide it underneath the door I hear her stop playing the cello and I walk away.

Part 5 🥁

#jaeden martell x reader #kevin schlieb smut #kevin schlieb x reader #kevin schlieb #smut #jaeden martell #jaeden martell smut

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weirdocvnt08 · 5 months

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Title: Don’t be a loser!

Relationship: Rise!Leonardo/Yuichi Usagi (one-sided)

TW: Mentions of underage smoking of nicotine/marijuana [Pls skip this post if this stuff doesn’t interest you]

Author is listening to: California Here We Go by The Garden

AN: This was written for shits & giggles & even though the boys didn’t actually smoke in this, I have to put it out there for the minors reading this to pls avoid vaping. Don’t matter if it’s nic or THC, both aren’t good (yes even THC & as someone with first hand experience lemme tell you if you have family history with addictions & have autism then bby you’re most likely gonna end up reliant on it which is no bueno) and it can very much damage your still developing brain as corny as that sounds. With that being said, enjoy this sorta/sorta not crackfic and Usagi’s poorly hidden one-sided feelings bc Leo just sees him as his bro (for now, maybe ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ)

~⛽️💨~⛽️💨~⛽️💨~

Usagi and Leo had been in the middle of playing an online game on their phones until Usagi’s abruptly shut itself off. Heart rate quickening and hoping their game was still connected, Usagi tried to quickly turn the device back on but was instead met with the zero-battery icon that had displayed itself on the screen.

“Dude did your phone just die?!” Leo exclaimed as he watched Usagi’s character lag and glitch before the game ultimately kicked him off, taking him back to the main menu.

A regretful whine was all Leo could get in response. He sighed as he closed off the game and set his phone aside. “Wanna watch something then? While we wait for your phone to actually charge?” Leo asked as he leaned over to his bedside drawer to pick up the remote control for his TV.

“Yes! Can I choose?” If the platinum haired teen were animated, he’d have sparks shimmering around him and stars gleaming in his eyes, but sadly this was the real world and as Leo kept his focus on his flatscreen he cocked a restive brow as he replied nonchalantly, “After you made us lose our mission and we’ll have to now start from our last checkpoint that was, like, forever ago? Sorry, but it’s a hard ‘no’ my guy.”

“Mmh!” The Japanese boy grunted out in a miff manner as he got up from Leo’s bed to retrieve his charger from his bag and plug it to the nearest available outlet. Choosing the small lone spot beside Leo’s bookshelf, he bent down on one knee to connect the plug but stopped himself at the odd sight before him.

“Leo why do you have this usb type thing charging, and why does it look so weird?”

Knitting his thin eyebrows together in confusion, Leo mouthed to himself ‘USB?’ but the realization quickly clicked in his head and couldn’t help the brief chortle that escaped his mouth as he thought of an exciting idea.

“Oh that? Bring it over here and I’ll show you what exactly it is.”

Having not noticed the impish look on his American friend’s face due to his allowance of getting the strange object, he took a closer look at it as he walked back to Leo. The surface was a matte electric blue and on one side there was what he assumed was the brand name. ‘STIIIZY?’ he confoundedly thought.

The more that he stared at it, memories of his past encounters in their school’s restrooms that involved this same type of gadget would suddenly rush into his mind. In his option-less runs to use the poorly maintained restrooms around campus, he’d always have to brace the groups of people who’d ditch class to hang out and smoke both outside and inside the stalls carrying those similar rectangular objects in their hands.

Sometimes (if he wasn’t immediately kicked out from it) he’d opt to just walk to the closest restroom and avoid the horrid mixed stench of sweet artificial cookies and sewage water, but nine times out of ten he’ll ignore the sharp glares and sneers that’ll get sent his way as he makes his way to do his business that the restrooms were purposed to do.

Besides all that, Usagi just hopes that it’s not what he thinks it is as he plopped himself down onto the bed and extended his left hand towards Leo, who was leaned over again and digging a hand inside his drawer. After he found what he was looking for he swiftly took his sleek object back and attached a familiar looking compact filled with a yellow substance into the open slot. His fear was now just confirmed.

“Yui y’know what a—?”

“You smoke?! And nicotine at that? Why?! Leo you’re too pre—!” Coughing fugaciously at his near slip up of calling his best friend pretty, Usagi covered with, “I thought you were too cool for that kind of stuff?”

Playing with the thin vape in his hand, Leo laughed at the claim. “Mmmm, I don’t ever remember saying about my stance on vaping, but chill out it’s not nic, it’s weed.”

“How is that any better?”

“Look I’m not gonna explain the politics of the two, but just know this is way better and funner than nicotine!” Leo exasperated. What the shaved headed teen had left out though was that he himself hadn’t smoked nicotine ever in his life and just jumped straight to marijuana, so his answer holds no weight. He continued, “I don’t even do it a lot and just use it when I want to have a good time during movie nights or want to make my favorite meal ten times better because I have the munchies. It also helps when I feel myself becoming too absorbed into my thoughts, but that’s beside the point.”

Usagi felt icky for feeling this way, but he couldn’t help but feel sort of disappointed that Leo, his most favorite person since moving here, is a part of the hordes of teens that find the weird appeal of owning that useless junk just so they could make grossly sweet scented smoke clouds in front of their friends and not caring about the harm it can do to their young and healthy lungs. Despite his own opposing views though, he tried to swallow his judgment.

“How can anyone underage even get their hands on this, isn’t it illegal? Who even gave you this and does anyone else know you do this stuff?”

“I mean, it's pretty easy if you know someone who has connections, and to answer that other question, only Donnie—who also smokes—and my sister Frida knows. Ida’s also the one who hooked us up with the battery and cart but she’s so stingy though ‘cause she didn’t want to get us the full gram that this brand offers!”

Blank faced, Usagi answered, “I don’t know what that last part meant at all, but I really don’t wanna know anyway.”

The two sat in silence as Leo continued to fiddle with the concentrated THC pen with only a YouTube video playing on the TV to act as background noise. Usagi hoped that meant Leo lost interest in the topic now that he showed off his vape pen, that was until Leo opened his mouth again.

“So wanna take a hit?”

“Huh!? No! Weren’t you catching on with my obvious oppositions to that kind of stuff?!” He vicariously shook his head in disapproval. “I have important people in my life that expect me to be better than to do these types of things. Also don’t wanna die of lung cancer anytime soon.”

Sucking his teeth, Leo pressed “C’moooon! We can shotgun if you want!”

“Shotgun?”

“Basically I’ll take a hit and I’ll pass it to you by blowing it to your mouth for you to inhale.”

A strained expression appeared on Usagi’s face as he painted the image in his head and from what he’d seen it wasn’t very appealing if not super awkward. “That sounds dumb and weird.”

Leo cackled as he instantly knew the other teen didn’t get it, so he explained through small fits of laughter, “I don’t think you’re picturing it right dude. Our mouths have to be like really close so it’s sorta gonna look like we’re gonna go in for a kiss.”

‘Kiss?’ Usagi thought to himself as he re-imagined Leo’s new description. What he saw was Leo’s attractive face up close to his and his plush mixed tone lips slightly parted and nearly touching his slightly cracked ones, that maybe he might actually find out what Leo’s glossed lips finally taste like if he leans his head forward just a bit more. His heart picked up at the thought and with red tinting his tan skin he quickly adversed “We’re not doing that!”

“Oh? Sorry, was that a lil’ too gay for your straight-male self?” With an amused smile, Leo playfully rolled his eyes and coolly replied “Chill out man, it’s just a suggestion. But since you’re such a chad, I guess you’ll just do it on your own then?” He tried to hand him the rectangular device, but Usagi merely pushed the cold and slender brown hand back to its owner’s vicinity.

“Iranai. Don’t need it, so have fun doing that stuff by yourself.” He firmly stated but just like him, Leo wasn’t going to lose his ground and continue his pursuit of convincing Usagi to smoke with him.

“Don’t be lame and have a sesh with meee!”

“Nope.”

“Smoking isn’t as fun if you’re not doing it with someone! Yui!”

“Sucks to be you I guess.”

Leo let out an elongated sigh before voicing, “I get that you have this weird honor code thing where you take promises to heart n’ stuff, but aren’t I just as important to you too?”

Perplexed brown eyes met his hazel ones and with a casual shrug Leo resumed, “I just asked you to do this with me because you’re cool, and I feel comfortable around you, but if you really don’t wanna, then I won’t force you since it’s not fun if you’re not into it too.”

Usagi was gradually starting to feel his ‘tough as nails’ facade slip at the compliments Leo threw his way because of course he’d give more of shit of what this guy says than anyone else who’s known him for years or even since his birth.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said I don’t do this a lot y’know. Sorta why I really wanted you to try it with me, since it could be like a really fun memory that only you and me can share.” Leo suddenly said, and although Usagi knows better than to blindly trust Leo’s word he could tell that his friend was not fully lying at this time.

“So, what? Trying to tell me that you don’t smoke with everyone?”

“No sir.”

“I don’t buy it.”

“I’m serious. I’ve literally only smoked with my siblings. I don’t trust the crap people at school have, and I don’t trust the people at school like that even less so yeah, I don’t smoke with everyone and only a few select people are worthy to see me at my stupidest.”

Silence fell upon them again and Leo didn’t really know if his bait had worked or not, but sure enough it did as Usagi abruptly huffed out “Give it” and extended his hand to reveal his open palm that waited expectantly to receive something.

“But I thought—.“

“Just pass me the stupid thing you manipulative asshole!”

Ecstatic over Usagi’s change of mind, Leo quickly handed him his vape pen and watched as Usagi mauled over his new decision.

“If you’re worried about how you’re gonna act, don’t worry. Since I’m not as new to this like you, I can keep my bearings and take care of you if you end up doing something stupid.”

Cupping Usagi’s hand that held his little item of relaxation and enjoyment, he looked into the other boy’s eyes and earnestly promised “Swear on my dad’s life that I won’t let anything bad happen to you. Trust me, all that you’re gonna feel is as if your whole body is floating and even find yourself kinda hungry.” Letting good of his hand, Leo encouraged him to go for it with a nod of his head.

‘Am I really going to do this?’

With one last glance at Leo’s smug yet gorgeous hazel-green eyes he felt as if his heart had been squeezed from the huge amount of affection he was currently feeling for the other teen across of him.

‘Yeah, I really am.’

Hesitantly, he brought the pen to his lips and the more he dared to take a hit he could hear the loud anxious pounding coming from the center of his chest. It beat so loud that once he finally took a brave inhale from the pen he didn’t even register Leo’s rushed warning, and before he knew it, he felt as if a ball of fire had invaded his airways.

#Part 2 maybe?#comment or repost that you want to see what happens next lol #yuichi usagi #usagi yuichi #rise leo #rise leonardo #rise tmnt #rottmnt #usagi chronicles #leoichi #yuinardo #leochi #rise leoichi #human au #cool with u au #idk y I love posting on here more bc I’m so dead with making content on my other socials #guess I just love y’all here more lol

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gunilslaugh · 1 year

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I love your 5+1 fic! It was so cute 🥰

Can I request an enemies to lovers with gunil? something like gunil doesn't like y/n because of a miscommunication/rumour but as he gets to know y/n more as junhan's friend, he realizes the miscommunication/rumour is not true and he starts to like y/n little by little

Have a nice day! 💖

Omg thank you so much! 💕 Honestly I was really hesitant about posting the 5+1 fic because I didn't think I wrote it well, but it's received a lot of support, so I'm very thankful for everyone who has read it and left likes/reblogged it. Anyway way thank you for requesting I hope I did your request to your liking. 😊

Koo Gunil

Trope:Enemies to Lovers (specifically enemies to friends to lovers)

Summary:In which Gunil realizes that his sole reason for hating you isn’t actually valid and the shift in his feelings afterward.

WC: 2.5k

Warning:grammar, one cuss word

Image not mine credits to owner.

You worked at a musical instrument shop in seoul. It was a small little store tucked up alongside a somewhat narrow street. You enjoyed working there and although you didn’t know much about actually playing them you knew quite a lot about the craftsmanship that went into making them. How the different use of materials affect how the instruments play and sound.

Your best friend Hyeonjun loved that you worked here. He would frequently show up to “test out” the guitars. His other members would visit the store too, either along with Hyeongjun or by themselves. You liked his members, and got along well with them for the most part. The other part being Gunil. The two of you disliked each other and it was obviously by the sly little comments you'd always direct at the other. The avoidance of even merely standing next to one another.

Now why did this petty war of hatred come about? Well it was all Gunil’s fault. You were nothing but nice to him, well until that day. You even remember the date, only because it also happened to be your nephew’s birthday.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was a rare occurrence, all the members had happened to visit you that day. It was near closing time, so you were going around preparing to close up shop. Your phone rang with your nephew’s name lighting up the screen. You were still on working hours so answering would have been deemed as unprofessional, plus it was only fifthteen minutes till closing certainly the kid could wait.

“Y/n could I play the drums? I’m gonna steal Gunil’s position” Jiseok said as we walked over to the drum set.

“Sure, let me grab you some sticks” you walked over to where you kept the drum sticks, grabbing a set. Your phone rang for a second time, again you ignored it. While walking back over to Jiseok your phone would not stop ringing.

“Just answer it,” he said, taking the drum sticks from your hand. “It’s not like we're gonna report you for being a bad employee”

“Thanks” you said before answering the phone and bringing it to your ear. Upon answering your nephew immediately started rambling about how he felt too scared about hitting the pinata tomorrow for his birthday party. “It’s not hard, you just hit it with a stick” you told your nephew trying to calm his nerves. Hearing a scoff you look up and see Gunil glaring at you. That was it that was the start of your enemies arc. You did nothing to him, yet he glared harshly at you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hearing the door chime you glance towards the door seeing Hyeongjun, Jiseok, and Jooyeon stroll in.

“What brings you fellows here?”

“I need new strings and these two are avoiding practice” Hyeongjun stated gesturing to the boys standing next to him.

“Not true, I need more picks,” Jiseok said

“I’m pretty sure you have at least ten in your pockets right now,” you rebutled.

“But none of the are yellow,” he walks over to the jar in the counter that says “free picks” fishing for the yellow ones

“What kind of strings?” you asked Hyeongjun. He responded, you nodded making your way to the back room where inventory was. You returned with the strings walking behind the counter to ring them up. “Anything else?”

“What time does your shift end?” Jooyeon questioned

“5:30pm why?”

“Wanna grab dinner with us?”

“Us meaning?” You inquired having no intentions of wanting to see Gunil that day.

“The four of us here, no Gunil.” Jooyeon clarifies with a sigh at the end.

“Sounds good” you replied after putting Hyeongjun’s strings in a bag. He hands you the money, you then hand him the bag.

“So Gunil sounds bad?” Jiseok pesters you. You sigh giving him a getty unamused face

“Shouldn't you guys be heading back to practice now?”

“Tell us why you hate him first?”

“He started it.”

“How?”

“He glared at me for no reason and was always giving me the cold shoulder, so I simply return his actions,”

“You’re literally just being petty!” Jooyeon laughs out.

“Have you ever asked him why he glared at you?” Hyeongjun asks

“No, it's not like he talks to me long enough to ask anyway”

“Have you ever actually tired though?”

“......no, but that’s not the point you guys need to get back to practice. Now leave,” you said walking around the counter to push them towards the door.

“We’ll pick you up after your shift!” Jooyeon shouts over his shoulder as you shut the door behind them.

The boys had returned from their trip to the shop and resumed practice as a whole group. After monitoring the recording of the song they were currently working on. They decided it was a good time to wrap practice for the day.

“Anyone wanna grab dinner together?” Gunil asks the group.

“Can’t Hyeongjun, Jiseok and I have plans with y/n” Jooyeon replies. Hyeongjun notices the shift in Gunil’s mood at the mere mention of your name.

“Seriously, why do you dislike her so much? She’s my best friend.” Irritation notable in Hyeongjun’s voice.

“I’m curious about that too,” Seungmin approaches “It seems like you just out of the blue started hating her,”

“It was not out of the blue,” Gunil defends. The other members had now all gathered around at this point, wanting to know the reason behind the negative feelings.

“Well?” Hyeongjun pushes.

“She insulted my craft,”

“Y/n wouldn’t do that,” Hyeongjun immediately speaks on your behalf.

“Yes she did. That time we were all at the store, it was close to closing and Jiseok asked to play the drums, saying he was gonna steal my position. She went and grabbed sticks for him. Shortly after handing the sticks to him she said “It’s not hard, you just hit it with a stick,”” he explained, making air quotes around the words that caused this whole mess.

“Dude she was talking to someone on the phone then,” Jiseok started. “It kept ringing, so I told her to just answer it. I don’t know who she was talking to, but I’m pretty sure that sentence wasn’t about playing drums.” he finished explaining.

“What?!” Gunil’s eyes widened at the information Jiseok just delivered. Hyeongjun now recalling that day steps in.

“She was talking to her nephew about a pinata. It was his birthday that day and his parents had gotten him a pinata for his party, but he got nervous about it. He called y/n about it and she said that to calm him down,” Hyeongjun explained.

“So i've been hating her over insulting something she didn't actually insult,” he sighs feeling like a complete moron.

“You should apologize to her,” Hyeongjun insists.

“How?”

“We’re grabbing dinner with her so do it now,” Jooyeon piped up

“So suddenly?”

“No time like the present. Look, we'll just make it a whole group dinner. We’re picking her up after her shift anyway. You guys can talk it out before then meet us at dinner,” Jooyeon stated like it was obvious. “Now let's go!” he enthusiastically said, pushing their leader out the door.

You had just finished locking the door to the shop when you heard familiar voices approaching. Looking up you see the members, all of them.

“Jooyeon this is not what you said,” an annoyed look coming over your face.

“I know, I know, but that was before a groundbreaking discovery was made,” confused you looked over to Hyeongjun, wanting an explanation. He came up to you grabbing both of your hands in his.

“He’s right. Gunil has something he needs to tell you-”

“What if I don’t want-”

“Stop being childish” he cuts you off. “It’s time you two talk things out,” You let out a sigh at his words. You know he’s right, but there is some stupid pride you don't want to let go of.

“Fine,” you said bitterly.

“Good, the both of you talk, then meet us at dinner,” Smiled before walking back towards his members. They begin to walk off leaving you and Gunil alone. That atmosphere became awkward, both staring at your shoes in silence.

“..so Hyeongjun said you have something to tell me,”

“Yeah uh- I just” he paused, taking a breath. “....I’m sorry,”

“What! You? Sorry?” Not believing the words you just heard. “Why?”

“I misunderstood you,”

“About what?”

“Playing the drums. That day Jiseok talked about stealing my position. You handed him the sticks then said “It’s not hard, you just hit it with a stick,” I thought you were talking to Jiseok about playing the drums,” he explained. Now you understand. He hated you cause he thought you insulted the art of playing the drums.

“But I wasn’t talking about playing the drums I was talking about”

“A pinata” he finished your sentence. “I know that now, which is why I’m apologizing,”

“I’m sorry too,” you said.

“Huh?” he looked at you slightly confused.

“I was mean to you too, without any good reason at that. I was just being petty and childish, so I’m sorry,” you let out a light laugh. “We’re both idiots,”

“Yeah we are, so we’re cool now?”

“Yeah we’re cool,”

“This is the part where you guys hug!” You hear Jooyeon’s voice shout from a distance. Both you and Gunil look around spotting the members coming out from where they were hiding just around the corner. Breaking out into laughter at their antics, but nonetheless opening your arms for a hug. Gunil mirrors your actions as you guys share your first hug. Then you all proceeded to go to dinner, Gunil and you even opting to sit next to each other at the restaurant.

Your relationship with Gunil changed massively after the miscommunication was resolved. Your title of enemies was changed to friends. Now, depending on if your shift hours allowed, you’d find yourself visiting their practice room. Something you never really did before due to your pettiness of not wanting to be in the same room as Gunil.

Waiting on the floor of the practice room for them to finish up. Hyeongjun and you planned on catching a new movie you guys wanted to see after their practice today. Your eyes gravitated towards Gunil landing on his arms as he rhythmically hit the drum set. His arms were strong that was clear to see, but when he hugged they were very gentle as if- wait why are you thinking about that? It was months ago. Why are you thinking about it now? You shift your attention to Hyeongjun as he plays his solo part uttering a quiet “Go bestie!” as to not disturb their practice.

They had finally finished up for the day. You and Hyeongjun said goodbye to the other members then leaving to go catch the movie.

“You were staring at Gunil earlier,”

“I was staring at you too,” you refuted, but a blush was creeping its way up your neck at the news of being caught. “What? I can’t stare at someone playing an instrument?”

“You can it was just odd since you use to avoid him so insistently,”

“That was quite some time ago, heck he even visits me in the store without you now.”

“He does?” This being new information to him.

“You didn’t know? Yeah he usually comes at least once a week and he tries to walk me home on days my shift ends late,” you told Hyeongjun with an unknown smile on your face, but he saw it.

“He never mentioned anything about it,” You two had arrived at the theater so your conversation ended there, but Hyeongjun was definitely gonna investigate Gunil about this later.

That later arrived when Hyeongjun came back to the dorm that night.

“Gunil! I need to talk to you,” he called out after setting his stuff down in his room.

“What’s up?” Gunil asked.

“You visit y/n once a week and walk her home when it’s late?” The investigation has begun.

“Well yes why? Is it a problem? Did I make her uncomfortable?” Gunil starts to ramble.

“No you didn’t. It’s just I don’t even always visit her once a week and maybe I’m a bad friend, but I’ve never walked her home when it was late either. I just tell her to text me,” Gunil wasn’t sure how to respond. His feelings for you had truly shifted maybe even farther than he had realized. In the beginning he never even thought about you walking home at night alone, but now on those nights he could only worry about something happening to you. He looks forward to his weekly visits to you. This usually ended up being his favorite time of day. Your name that used to single handedly annoy him now made him feel warm. Perhaps his once hatred had now grown into love. Holy shit that was it he loved you.

“I love her,” he muttered out in realization.

“What did you say? I couldn’t hear you,”

“I love her,” he stated more confidently.

“You love my best friend! I guess there really is a fine line between love and hate isn’t there? What are you gonna do?”

“Do you think she likes me back? You know her the best,”

“It’s possible. I’ve noticed some things lately,”

“Really like what?”

“Y/n will kill me if I tell you. Just talk to her yourself. I think you’ll have a decent chance,”

The next day Gunil worked up the courage to confess to you after your shift. He waited for you outside, the same place where you guys made up.

“Oh Gunil, what brings you here?” You see him upon exiting the store.

“I have something to tell you,”

“That sounds vaguely familiar,” you half joked.

“Yeah it does,” he chuckled and paused before continuing “After we shifted from enemies to friends my heart did stop. It shifted even farther. I love you way more than a friend.” he confessed. His words caused you to realize that your feelings had shifted beyond friends as well.

“So shall we change our title to lovers now then?” He stared at you eyes wide with a smile appearing on his face.

“You mean?”

“I love you too,” you confessed too.

“This is the part where you guys kiss!” Once again an all too familiar voice shouted from the distance and not soon after the member came out from behind the corner. Shyness consuming you at the thought of the members seeing you guys kiss. Noticing this Gunil turns you so you’re blocked by his strong build.

“Is this ok? Can I kiss you?” He asked looking in your eyes for reassurance.

“Yes, it’s ok,” you nodded. He leaned in sealing your lips together and sealing your title as lovers.

“You hurt her, I kill you” Hyeongjun says at Gunil once you walked to meet the members. Which makes everyone laugh. “Hey! I’m being serious!”

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mxpseudonym · 2 years

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Hi, i'm not sure if you do requests for imagines/oneshots, so my apologies if you dont. Though if you do could you write a Luca changretta x reader imagine where the reader is his childhood bestfriend and they haven't seen eachother in years because the readers family kept Them away from Luca? And then one Day they are eachother again and its a really Sweet reunion? I hope this is alright 😊

Pairing: Luca Changretta x OC (or characterized reader)

OC gender expression: she/her pronouns

Note: I don't write reader inserts much anymore, so I took that liberty but I hope you enjoy. I have a whole backstory of Giada's family, mainly her brother spiraling to get to this point so I just need you to know this ask really inspired me, haha. I've also had this written since like, the week you first asked this I just never got around to editing it and posting. Enjoy!

"You're never gonna see that boy again," their brother snarled in her ear.

Everything. Giada's brother had everything he could ask for. Freedom, money, the family business. And now this. Her eyes could only focus on Luca even as she heard the scathing words.

"For once, I'll do anything if," she began a feeble attempt in a quiet voice.

"No." Nick cut her off. "This fucking criminal made a fool of us and you want to ignore it for what? To have playdates? So,”

"It's okay," Luca said, though he was betrayed by his own damp eyes. "It won't be that bad."

"What?" Giada gapped, trembling hands barely grasping the switchblade Nick forced into them.

"Stab the boy, end your alliance," Nick ordered.

There was no use looking around at the gang of devoted men Nick had standing by or even Luca's two friends who looked like shells of themselves. She could only look at Luca. He stepped towards her, and with every flick of the street lights coming in through the junkyard fence along his face, he changed between being the most mature man she knew and still just a 16-year-old boy. Luca grabbed her hand and placed the blade firmly in it. Even at this moment, he took care of her, knowing she'd never done something like this before.

"Don't be scared. It's just the one," He said. Giada felt Luca's arms wrap around her, a false comfort as she heard him grunt. With Luca's hand guiding her, Giada's hand pushed the blade into his abdomen, a clean and deep wound. His thumb stroked the back of her hand. "That wasn't so bad."

"Lu-luca," she whispered, after a moment. The hug weighed her down as he slumped onto her. "Luca!"

Giada blew away the memory with the exhale of her cigarette smoke. It had been almost 20 years since getting ripped away from Luca and dragged home. Nothing would be the same after that. She begged and pleaded with her parents to understand her and scold her brother and let her see Luca. But considering the Changrettas never retaliated against the Sparacias, she guessed he promised he'd never see her again either.

Eventually, her family looked at her like they had no idea why she was still on about it. When the pain became too much, she asked to visit her grandparents in Sicily. Her parents considered her responsible enough to travel alone since she was 13, and thought her request was her getting back to normal. But two weeks into her visit she took a potato from her grandmother and began peeling it for her.

"I feel like I'm in a room of people I love, shouting at the top of my lungs. But everyone's decided not to hear me," Giada explained.

"I knew there was a reason you'd visit in the fall. Very unlike you to miss the summer harvest," her grandmother mused. Giada finished the potato and turned to her only solace.

"Nonna, can't I stay here?"

"You're young. So I'll let you run away once."

That one time lasted well into her adulthood, and at 36 she was finally back from running away. There were many things she could miss, but her brother's second wedding, at her Nonna's insistence, was one they could not. The reception was grand and roaring in a stunning hotel her family owned now.

The door she left cracked, opened fully with a creak, and her quiet moment on the stone balcony came to an end. Her eyes remained on the full moon, however, even when she could tell it was her brother by the floral tobacco that wafted around her.

"I'm impressed that you can hold a grudge over your family for so long. Is it so difficult to choose blood over water," he asked, straight to the point. Giada flicked the ash from her stub of a cigarette.

"Why do you always do that?"

"What?" Nick asked in disbelief that there was anything he was at fault for in this situation.

"Why do you act upset like you're mad at me for your plan working? You made up a lie and you separated me from the person I was closest to. Why can't I be mad? You won, right? Everyone believed you. And now all these years later, I can't talk about it because it wouldn't be worth making a fuss over. That's what hurts the most. There's not a week I don't think about Luca, but everyone else is so far past it."

"So what do you want so you'll forgive me? Huh? Money?"

Giada turned her eyes to Nick. He did look handsome on his wedding day, she'd give him that. But he was still a power-hungry maniac who, at his core, was an idiot. How could he be 8 years older than her? Was it their father who made him like that?

"When have I ever wanted your money? Apologize or don't, I don't care. I'll be back in Italy soon enough and you don't have to worry about it."

"Giada, I'm telling you,"

"Isn't that forgiveness?" She stopped him before heading to the door. "And you didn't even have to work for it, I did it myself like always."

"Well you still came back, didn't you?" Nick smirked.

"You're right," Giada confirmed. But so badly she wanted to finish the sentence.

But not for you.

It was fucking hot. Giada used to say it was stupid to sneak alcohol during heat waves because it would just make them hotter. Luca chuckled at the memory as he filled a glass of water in the sink.

He was pretty sure there was a Sparacia wedding today, a Saturday. Pretty sure? He already knew Nick Sparacia was getting married again. He kept tabs on the family the best he could without being suspicious. His family had long spat on the grave of his friendship from 20 years ago. Who cares what 16 year olds do? But Giada...

Luca looked down at his bare chest, angling to better see the faint scar that remained. He always wondered why he pushed the blade so deep. He was in the hospital for longer than they expected because of that. But at the moment, he just wanted it to be over for her. 20 years later he'd do it all again. Where the hell was she, anyway? She never was around for the family events, or so he heard through the grapevine.

"Luca!"

Luca's apartment door burst open and his right-hand man ran in. Luca cleared his throat as if that didn't just restart his heart and motioned for the panting man to talk.

"She's here. That girl you're always talking about, Giada Sparacia?"

"I don't talk about her that much,"

"She's in New York," Vinny yelled.

"How do you know that?"

"Because it's a big deal. The prodigal daughter that betrayed a Changretta is back."

Sneaking out when you're young was all about finding the right moment. You pass a note to your accomplice, somehow, someway. Then, during a party, offer to help and wait until people aren't paying much attention. At night, wait until your parents check your room for the second time. When you're leaving school, in between classes is best. The best crimes are the ones no one knows even happened.

When you're an adult, Giada found, it's not much different. It was a Changretta worker who approached her while she was grocery shopping with her mother and grandmother. The message was delivered: Luca Changretta would like to see you upstate on Saturday morning.

"I'll get the artichokes we forgot today. It's hot though, so you don't need to come, Nonna," Giada announced over breakfast. Her parents lived alone nowadays with her youngest cousin Damon. They were so happy to have her back that she almost felt bad for leaving.

"Take my car," her father told her, pointing to the keys hanging on the wall. "I'm just happy to see you got passed whatever it was you were hung up on."

"Exactly. You always seemed to understand family over everything except that time you fought with your brother," her mother chuckled. Giada gave them a tight smile as her grandmother patted her knee under the table.

"If we're all done, I'll do the dishes."

Giada's eye twitched over stabbing her best friend in a shoddy junkyard as a child being boiled down to "fighting with her brother" the whole drive to this location. It was a cafe far away from the divided boroughs of their city, a smart choice, though it was farther away.

The best way to sneak out of the house is by causing a scene about going somewhere trivial. The Changretta family breakfast concluded and Luca stood and charmed his way around the room.

"Where are you going, Luca?" His mother asked him, making eyes around the room turn to them.

"It's a hot day, and I'm pretty sure the pool will be swimming with... very lovely women. Ah!"

He took the smack from his mother with grace as his brother cheered and chided him for being a scoundrel. All that waiting for the right time stuff was too much work, Luca huffed as he hopped into his car.

He chose the Rose Café nearly an hour and a half north of Brooklyn because he'd been there once when he was checking on the Changretta's expanding warehouses. It was small and friendly, and peaceful. Even when it was crowded, it was quiet and spacious. It was the kind of place, that could easily become "our place."

He pulled up outside of it and paused. There were questions the realistic part of his mind needed the answers to. Would she show up? What if she didn't want to see him? What if she used her complex sneaking out strategy that always left him waiting on her?

He chuckled at the last thought. She'd come.

Giada looked in the mirror and tried taking a deep breath. She was too early. Much too early. Early enough to start asking herself all of the questions she didn't have time to entertain before. What if he changed his mind? Did he actually want to see her? What if he wanted revenge? She'd let him, if she were honest.

She swallowed hard. The Rose Cafe bathroom was too small all of a sudden, she needed fresh air. She needed a cigarette.

Giada stepped past the waitresses and hostess, making her way through the lobby and out the door. She dug in her bag, only looking up when she grasped the small tobacco tin. Her body froze before her mind could process.

"Giada," Luca said like a full sentence. He leaned against his Bentley with a cigarette in hand. She ran down the steps quickly, jumping over the last one and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. It was a feat given how tall he was now, but she managed like her life depended on it.

"Luca, Luca, Luca," she gasped. His name was a watery praise coming from her lips as her tears soaked his chest. "It wasn't okay. It was that bad."

It took Luca a moment to understand her reference to the last things he told her, but he only hugged her tighter when he did.

"Why do you always remember every little thing?"

"How could I forget?" She smacked his back. "I could never forget you."

"It wasn't okay, and it was that bad, but we found our way back didn't we?"

"Yes, we did."

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awlimagines · 11 months

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Two strangers in an online chat room hit it off. Turns out they’re childhood sweethearts.

This is gonna be long but is completely SFW fluff. I'm just separating into two groups and posting below the cut due to length, not content.

I really liked the prompt and now I plan to do everyone as your childhood sweetheart as well.

The city is a cold place. People kept to themselves and trudged through the press of bodies to follow their own lives. You had tried to make friends, but the relationships fell short. They ended with your working hours, and despite people promising to keep in touch, they disappeared from your life after moving. It was one of the reasons you loved getting online. The chatroom you eagerly logged into had them each day. The mysterious person behind another screen in another place understood you and cared.

Then your life was upended. The company you worked for downsized and fired you. The stiff competition for jobs with failed interviews and unchanging rent quickly drain your funds. Takakura’s letter and invitation to the farm were a beacon in the dark. You explained your plans to move to a rural community and the disconnection of your services for the time. You arrived in Forget-Me-Not Valley apprehensive about starting your life over with the only support you knew gone. You were relieved to see a familiar face, even if it was an old childhood sweetheart. They helped you adjust to your new surroundings. You soon found yourself remembering why you had fallen for them years ago.

You couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief when you managed to get your services running once again. The screen revealed unread messages. Your chatroom confidant had asked if you were comfortable sharing where you were moving. You had told them your location in the city, trusting the crowds of people to mask your exact location. But their messages revealed they live in Forget-Me-Not Valley and offered assistance if it was here or Mineral Town you were moving to. You shut everything down in a panic leaving the messages on read. Who could it be? Were you ready to meet them? How would you tell your friend?

CELIA/CECILIA

You went immediately to find Cecilia. As awkward as it might be, she was the one you wanted to confide in about your dilemma. Cecilia was the most thoughtful and sincere person you knew. Any answer she gave would be the best one. You didn’t expect her to be upset when you arrived. Cecilia seemed like she was ready to burst into tears at any moment.

“I can come back later,” you hesitated.

Cecilia softly forced a smile and ushered you in and up to her room. She waved away your inquiries and insisted helping you would make her feel better. It had to be something serious if you came covered in sweat, looking as though you’d seen a ghost in the night. Cecilia sat on her bed, listening as you paced and spilled out what had just happened. How you very desperately wanted to meet this person and all your fears. When you finished, Cecilia’s shocked face dashed your hopes.

“I’m crazy, right? How could I fall for someone online that I’ve never met?”

“Um, was their username FarmingFlowers by any chance?” Cecilia whispered, stopping you in your tracks. How did she know that? You stood with your mouth hanging open as the pieces slowly fell into place.

DARYL

You spent the next day attempting to figure out what you wanted to do. You shouldn’t keep them on read without answering, but it was easier to ignore if you kept the computer off. The sheep you were brushing bleated angrily, annoyed with your constant pestering. With nothing left to keep you busy, a trip to see what experiment Daryl was working on seemed the best distraction.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he was agitated when you arrived at the lab. You opened your mouth to greet him, but he swiftly cut you off. Now wasn’t a good time, he curtly informed you snapping the door shut in your face. It hurt your feelings, but then Daryl had a temper when you were kids. You worried more that he had more work stolen from his lab. You figured you would give him a few days and try again. Maybe by then, you could resolve your problem.

After two days, you knocked on Daryl’s door. It creaked open, but Daryl didn’t appear in the opening. You cautiously opened the door wider to see him sleeping at his desk. Your eyes widened in shock, seeing the inside of his lab. You could make out lines connecting blobs of text on the chalkboard that overflowed to papers taped to the wall connected by yarn. Overcome with curiosity for his new research project - you moved in for a closer look.

Daryl’s usually messy writing was more illegible than usual across the chalkboard. You followed where the majority of threads led to a piece of paper. Scrawled on the paper was your username with circles around it. You would have thought he outgrew overstepping boundaries by this age. You snatched the page from the wall as your face flushed. Filled with embarrassment and anger at him, you shook Daryl awake.

As you heaved in another breath, searching for something else to say, he tapped the paper and asked if that was yours. Once you confirmed it was your username, the tables flipped on you. Daryl launched into how rude it was to keep someone waiting on a response. You clearly had time if you were snooping through his lab. You stood dazed, watching him remove the thread as he lectured.

“W-wait, when did you get all this?” you questioned. You had been home since those messages. You would have known if Daryl was at the farm! He frowned at your confusion before sighing and sitting you down to explain his process for how he knew it was you. He planned on seeing you to speak things over sooner but fell asleep, and then you barged in.

FLORA

You quickly recognized the girl you dragged around on adventures as a kid. Flora seemed content with her job, and her patient nature had to help with the dig site. You were bored within an hour of digging and not finding anything. The mindless digging seemed more welcoming than usual as you puzzled over who Floyd might be. You had always assumed the username was just their name. No one in the valley was named Floyd; could it be someone’s middle name? If so, which of the guys would it be?

Flora interrupted you at noon for a lunch break by the waterfall. She was agitated, you noticed. Did something happen with the creep who was hanging around the campsite? You found it hard to believe that would be the issue when you were Flora could easily beat anyone to smithereens. Flora hesitated before asking your opinion on something that was bothering her. She tucked a blonde flyaway behind her ear and asked what it meant if someone ignored her messages. The person had never done so previously but suddenly did recently, and she wondered if it was something she had done.

That sounded too eerily similar to your predicament. You frowned and asked if Flora could share more details. She shared the exact details of the recent exchange you had with Floyd.

“You’re Floyd?! Why on earth would you choose Floyd for a username?” you proclaimed in shock. Flora jumped slightly at your sudden outburst. The University gave it to her for her email as a combination of her first initial and last name for [email protected]. It seemed the most convenient to use instead of finding something else. Was that wrong?

NAMI

Nami hadn’t always been the quiet, reflective type. You could dimly remember her being a rambunctious tomboy dragging you into trouble. She became more withdrawn once the problems between her parents started. Nami had barely acknowledged when your mom packed you up to move elsewhere. Your letters never received a response, and you eventually just stopped sending them.

You were apprehensive to see her again in the valley but relieved she seemed at peace. The past years of traveling must have done her wonders. She wasn’t the wild child you remembered but remained the excellent listener she had always been. This is how you stumbled into revealing yourself. You were casually telling Nami about some of your challenges at the farm, mostly about one specific sheep who wanted your attention. His headbutts were leaving bruises, and you didn’t know how to make him stop. You didn’t know how to stop when you started spilling the tea about your shock with the chatroom.

“Why wouldn’t you want to meet them if they’ve been so important?” Nami’s question left you speechless. You shrugged your shoulders in response. Nami didn’t need to know that you were worried. You were already pining for the redhead, and the thought of meeting someone else made you nauseous in choosing one of them.

Nami frowned at your sudden silence. You watched as she moved across her room at the inn to open a drawer. She pulled out an old, battered shoebox held together with bright yellow tape telling others to keep out. Nami silently peeled the tape back and dumped the contents on the bed. You were shocked to find the letters you sent yellowed with age and worn. Nami mumbled that she didn’t know how to respond as a kid since you always seemed happy, and she wasn’t. She is glad she could support you through your rough times in the city and would like to continue. If you didn’t mind her being your online friend and you still wanted. Nami looked shocked but not uncomfortable when you enthusiastically wrapped her in a hug. You were beyond relieved she was the one.

ROCK

You waited for lunch the next day before once more opening the messages. Now with a calmer state of mind, you were immediately mad at yourself.

the.BEST.rockest.rock_ had left another message with a sad face and question mark. It was beyond obvious who in the valley your chatroom crush had been. Now you knew why Rock was so down today when you turned down his offers to hang out. You had essentially turned him down twice in less than a day. A finger tapped your mouse as you thought. It would be better to track him down now than wait longer.

You found Rock at the Goddess Spring, observing his face in the reflective water. He had a contemplative frown as he shifted to different angles. Rock’s eyes lit up when he saw you, excitedly asking if you had changed your mind. He looked hesitant and worried when you mentioned needing to talk. You could see the gears turning in his head as you explained the chatroom and apologized for not noticing sooner it was him. A piece of you might have always known or hoped it would be him.

“So, you mean-” Rock started with a huge grin growing on his face. “You’ve fallen for me a total of three different times now? Ha, I knew I was impressive! Don’t worry; I’ll keep your weakness for falling for me a secret!”

The glitter in his golden brown eyes told you the entire valley would know by nightfall.

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agoldenluckycat · 2 years

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Searching for Release

🗡Hak gets horny after sleeping next to “her” in the tent for a few nights and wanders off to find a release. Little does he know he’s been followed out and it’s not by who you would think🐉

Hak x Jaeha, Hak x Jae-ha, mentions of Hak x you, mentions of Jae-ha x you.

Dubious consent, anal sex, masturbation, idk how else to tag this….

I’m gonna be honest. This is based off a sex dream I had. MANY artistic liberties taken. At some points you’re gonna be reading this and be like “wait what?” And I just need you to be move on from it. This is possibly some of the most controversial stuff I’ve ever written & I also have not proofread. The “she” they are referring to is you. Also I debated about even posting this but here it is for now. I may delete it but who knows, it’s so niche maybe no one will see it.

Yona and Yoon had been snoring. That’s what she said when she asked to come sleep in the tent with him and the dragons.

Hak’s fatigued brain slowed when he knew there was no danger and didn’t seem to register what was happening when she slipped into the covers between he and Jae-ha.

It wasn’t until an hour or two later, deep into the night, he woke with her body pressed against his. Her clothes askew on her body, the tops of her breasts, plump and soft, right in his line of sight.

He turned away quickly, hoping the raging erection would eventually fade.

Thankfully it did and he kept his back turned the rest of the night.

What he didn’t expect was her sleeping with them becoming a permanent fixture. Her innocent eyes thanking him and Jae-ha for allowing her a good nights sleep.

So one night, when she’s called out Hak’s name in her sleep, her legs squeezing together, he knew he had to seek some relief before he did something stupid.

Getting out of the tent he made his way to the side of the mountain, not far off from the camp, leaning his back against the side and taking himself in his hands.

Slowly he dragged his hands along his erection, imagining it was her hand, hips rutting into his touch. He moaned her name, thought of her pretty lips wrapped around him, she’d been so close, her legs spread and if he were a lesser man he could have so easily slipped inside her. Woken her up to himself buried deep inside her. The thought however didn’t seem to be enough…

Relief evaded him. A frustrated growl left him as he turned bracing both hands on the wall panting, still incredibly aroused.

“Having a little trouble?”

Jae-ha’s voice startled him, he made to turn around but realizing his erection he quickly kept his back to the man.

“Go away” Hak growled, his voice gravelly.

Jae-ha ignored him and kept walking toward him.

“I see she has made you as undone as she’s made me” the green dragon comments and even though Hak can’t see it, he knows Jae-ha is in the same predicament.

“It’s none of your concern” Hak begins but he feels Jae-ha behind him and soon he FEELS Jae-ha.

Hak goes to move away but Jae-ha is quicker. The green dragons arm is wrapped around Hak’s waist and his other hand grasp Hak’s erection.

“What are you—ah—ah” is all Hak can manage out before Jae-ha begins to stroke him.

“Just imagine I’m her” he coos in Hak’s ear “it’s her you want isn’t it?”

Hak thinks he should pull away, should knock Jae-ha’s hand away, should knock Jae-ha out…but he’s been at this for hours, nothing has brought him relief and…Jae-ha’s hand seems to know what it’s doing.

“You want her warmth around this don’t you?” Jae-ha whispers in Hak’s ear “When she’s curled up against you at night, all you think about is slipping inside her. I’ll bet she’s warm, wet, and would make such a good cock sleeve”

Hak’s mind is a flurry of emotions. He knows this is wrong but his lust addled mind can’t seem to care. He finds his hips thrusting into Jae-ha’s hand.

“She’d look so pretty on her back, legs spread, begging for you, face decorated in your first release of the night” Jae-ha paints the picture for him and Hak gives in to the lust.

Precum coats his tip and Jae-ha swirls it around “her tongue would be so good at this, she’d probably give you sweet little kitten licks too. She‘s be such a good little kitten for you”

Hak continues to thrust into Jae-ha’s hand, it’s so wrong but fuck it feels so good. The way the green dragons long nimble fingers work him should have him cumming in no time.

The rustle of fabric behind him isn’t missed, nor is the sudden feeling of the night air hitting all of Hak’s lower half.

“What are you—“

Jae-ha continues to stroke Hak “shhhhhh, you’ll like it. I promise”

Suddenly Jae-ha’s finger slips into Hak’s tight hole. Hak lurches forward, the thought of killing the dragon runs through his mind but Jae-ha’s finger finds a spot inside Hak and hits just right.

“Fuu-fuck” Hak’s cock pumps out cum like a fountain. His mind melts and all he feels is the pleasure he’s been searching for.

It doesn’t rid Hak of his erection though. He’s hard again in no time, the tension built up inside him finally coming to the surface.

“Oh, looks like this is going to be a lot more fun than I first thought” Jae-ha’s pleased tone reaches Hak’s ears but he’s too fucked out and horny to understand totally what it means

Not until Jae-ha takes advantage of Hak’s weak state and forces him on his hands and knees. Hunched over he feels Jae-ha behind him, chest to his back and then his hand reruns to Hak’s erection.

“You’ll like this too. I promise” And that’s the only warning Jae-ha gives as his finger is replaced with the tip of his cock.

Hak should run, should punch him but it feels so fucking good. Somehow the area had been oiled and the green dragon slid inside of Hak’s hole easily.

“Hak, you feel so amazing” Jae-ha groaned. “A perfect little slut”

Hak growled. He could feel everything, everything felt so sensitive but so good too.

“What was that?” Jae-ha asked mockingly. “I don’t think I heard you”

Hak growled again, this time his hips pushed back against Jae-ha of their own accord.

Jae-ha didn’t waste anytime waiting for a response after that. They’d both been so pent up from sleeping next to her that they had to expel whatever was in them.

Hak knew it shouldn’t feel this good, he should be getting harder from the feeling of the green dragon fucking his hole but it did feel good. It felt so good.

Jae-ha’s hips slammed into Hak’s ass and pumped his cock. At first Jae-ha teased him with images of her but eventually the teases stopped.

Soon Hak and Jae-ha were moaning each other’s names. One after the other.

Hak sat up, sinking himself further into Jae-ha and took control over pumping his own erection.

Jae-has hands gripped Hak’s hips tightly, slamming into him and kissing his neck.

“Hak, I’m close”

“Ah, Jae-ha”

Soon Hak’s release was flooding the ground below them and Jae-ha came hard inside of Hak.

As they came down from their highs, Hak looked awkwardly at Jae-ha.

“Happened all the time on the pirate ship.” He smirked to the thunder beast. “We both needed a release, no shame in that”

Hak seemed to take that for an answer. Jae-ha produced two towels from his pockets, giving one to Hak so they could clean themselves up.

They dressed and walked silently back to the tent, Hak felt some soreness but it didn’t hurt as much as he expected it would.

When they slipped back into the tent, both on either side of her, they thought they had done so without waking her.

However her voice broke through the silence.

“Next time you should let me join, though it was quite pleasurable to watch you both”

#Hak x Jaeha #Hak x jeaha #son Hak #akatuski no yona smut #Yona of the Dawn #YoTD #Yona of the Dawn smut #hak x reader #jaeha x you

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hiii!! sorry for the random ask (and you could totally private reply to this too), i found your blog from a friend, and i noticed that the fc of chanel is mina (lover her btw), but you listed her nationality as australian-korean-vietnamese. No hate or anything, but since mina is japanese and not of korean blood, and while you also listed her as chan's half sister (which chan is full korean ethnicity wise and korean-aussie nationality wise), it comes off as a little weird. Having her as hanni's (who is 100% viet ethnicity wise and aus-viet nationality) half sister also comes off as a little confusing too. This is kind of like ethnobending, so I just wanted to let you know. You can totally keep her fc as mina, but it would be nice to change up the nationality or to not have her as chan's half sister and hanni's half sister. I hope this doesn't come off as rude or hate, I just want to help a fellow addition out!! I do love the little antics and posts you make about chanel, but I wanted to bring this up. Hope this finds you well <3 If you have any other questions feel free to shoot me a dm and I can clarify/explain more if needed!

hihi!! I decided to private reply to this but I'll unprivate it if anyone else will need clarification about this! Yes I understand that Mina is Japanese but I made Chanel Viet-Aussie-Kor. I did do this intentionally because I

Couldnt find any viet idols that were older (like older than hanni or were popular)

I wanted something unique!

Chanel is a very unique character with her personality and her family! At first she was only gonna be Viet-Aussie but I kept on changing Chanel wether it was from her fc to her nationality/ethnicity. I made her Korean even though mina has no Korean blood because Chan however does have Korean blood and was also born there but raised in Australia. Idk if I've said this one her profile or anywhere else before but she's Korean because she has Korean blood and was born there (the Korean blood comes from her/chan's mother) and the thing is her backstory is rhat her mother and father met in Korea (before her + chan's birth) in high-school and even had a relationship with each other until in college they broke up cuz she cheated on him with Jack (Chan's father). Years later during 1997 Jessica (Chan's/Chanel's mother) is already pregnant with Chan (and she doesn't know) but Jessica and Her Father meet again in Korea while he was on vacation there and then they...yk (I heard u can actually get pregnant with twins by different fathers if u have...yk while ur pregnant) and then after that Chan + Chanel were born and yeah! And then ofc later Hanni was born by her mother bur Chanel's father which makes all 3 of them Half siblings.

I chose Mina as her fc because at first I didn't know what I wanted for Chanel and didn't plan anything out for her yet at the time but I saw Mina and was like "She's an underrated faceclaim plus she's pretty and gives off a elegant vibe." (The vibe I kinda wanted Chanel to give off at the time) I knew Mina is Japanese but just ignored it at the time and hoped nobody gave me problems with it!! (Whoch btw u haven't its just a question!) And I knew this question would come some day but didn't expect it to come this quickly. But yeah! I'll probably either change her fc (sigh again) or change her nationality cuz I PERSONALLY think the Hanni, Chan, and Chanel as half-siblings is really cool or ill just have one of them as her full sibling (which will most likely be chan). Or I'll just save it for a different oc or just delete her entirely and make a different Svt addition.

But either way I really appreciate that you like the antics of Chanel that I post about! (More ade coming from the drafts soon!!) And ofcourse I will and maybe in the future we can become friends!

-xx love Akuma/Woo

#chanel svt #14th member of seventeen #fictional kpop community #kpop female addition #kpop female member #femaleidol #idol oc #🦢: chanel solo #woo verse ִֶָ ࣪៹ chanel #🦢.svt #𓇼. . . ⟿ Lies are sometimes sweet // friends !!#𓇼. . . ⟿ Lies are sometimes sweet // asks !#𓇼. . . ⟿ Lies are sometimes sweet // clarification !!#𓇼. . . ⟿ Lies are sometimes sweet // help !!

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eddiemunsonw · 1 year

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It takes one kiss

CHAPTER 4 - To hell with it

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5

Steddie Fanfic

Summary: Steve hosts a party and ends up suffering through the consequences of humoring Tommy.

Steve Harrington kisses Eddie Munson by accident and that sucked. Right?

CW / Disclaimer: Some mild overlap with S4 scenes (barely) - But (!!) Eddie lives - Mention of F-slur once.

Author’s note: My first Steddie fic! Another first woop. Let's hope you like. It has five parts that I'll be posting both on here and on my ao3: eddiemunsons. Enjoy!

Words: (of current chapter) 1817 / (complete fic) 15381

Eddie’s POV

Ah… shit. This hadn’t really been the plan. Not all of it, at least. Yes, he meant to distract the bats. Yes, he had been ready to die. No, he had not wanted Dustin to get back in and watch him die. That part really fucking sucked.

“Eddie… c’mon, you can’t do this, you’re okay.”

“Do… Do I look okay, Henderson? This is a natural one in real life, bud.”

“No! Don’t say that, you’re f-fine,” Dustin sniffed. Eddie forced a smile on his face.

“Alright, I’m fine,” he lied. “Gonna kick your ass in the next campaign. Vecna was child’s play. Just you wait.”

The weakest of smiles formed on Dustin’s tear-streaked face and he nodded.

“Yeah, right. As if. My character is gonna be the biggest tank you’ve ever witnessed. Can destroy everything with his pinky. Promise you that.”

“Your clever mind was always the most challenging thing to work around, I’ll give ya that.”

“Is. It still is,” Dustin protested weakly.

“Right, right.” He didn’t mean to, but the pain was becoming so unbearable that his vision started to swim. He didn’t want to cry. Not in front of Dustin.

“Dustin! Dustin!”

Yeah, that guy, Eddie thought, lightheadedness seeping in.

“DUSTIN! Wh— Eddie?”

He couldn’t hear the conversation, the muffled voices sounded like they were underwater. Or maybe he was. Or maybe they both were and everyone was sinking… sinking…

Slap!

Eddie blinked slowly, barely able to feel the soaring pain in his cheek, which his brain would have registered had this little signal of pain not been largely outnumbered by the fact that he was dying from things that hurt a lot more than a flat hand against his cheek.

“Eddie, don’t fucking do this to me, stay with me! Come on, man!”

Hold on… He knew that voice. It wasn’t Dustin, whose voice sounded far away and seemed to be mixed with a female one. Robin? Nancy? Maybe both? He had no idea. All he could really pay attention to right now were Steve Harrington’s big, beautiful, worried eyes.

“Steeeeve Harrington,” Eddie croaked out, a lopsided smile on his face. “It’s your lucky day, it seems.” He didn’t know where he had found the strength to speak again but he was. Steve was frowning. Steve. Not Harrington. Just Steve, because the rest was too long to think about and it didn’t matter.

“Why is that?” Steve asked softly. His arms were comfortable. The way he easily held him felt just right and he wished he could stay there forever. Well, in his case, he would. His forever at least. Maybe it was his lucky day too.

“Looks like you no longer have to worry about me knowing your secret anymore.”

“What?” Steve asked, dumbfounded.

“That you’re…” he tried to lift his hand to pull Steve closer, which the other boy seemed to notice because he leaned in while gently putting his hand back on his chest, not removing his own that now rested on top of it. “Bi.”

“For fuck’s sake, Eddie. I couldn’t care less about being bisexual right now. Kind of in the middle of not letting you die here,” Steve grunted. One of the girls shouted something and suddenly Eddie was floating. At least, it felt like he was floating even though gravity kept him perfectly tucked into Steve’s strong arms. He rested his head against Steve, face buried in his neck.

“Not so loud… Dustin might hear,” Eddie said in response to Steve’s outburst. It had taken him a couple minutes to find the words in his brain to form a sentence. Steve ignored him in favor of saving his strength but sighed nonetheless.

“Kissed any pretty boys yet?” Eddie murmured weakly. He tried to close his eyes only to find out that they already were.

“I have, once.”

“Mirror doesn’t count.”

“Shut up. I don’t go around kissing mirrors.”

“No? I would if I was you.” Ah, apparently his filter died before the rest of his brain did. Luckily he didn’t have to live with the embarrassment. Unless this was hell. Wouldn’t surprise him if hell presented itself to him in the form of eternal rejection by Steve Harrington.

“Well, maybe you should’ve just kissed me then,” Steve mumbled. Eddie smiled softly, his lips brushing gently against Steve’s neck as he carefully adjusted him in his arms. Even on a battlefield he still smelled intoxicating. It was unfair.

“No can do, I’d catch feelings.”

“What if I already have?”

Huh?

“What?”

“Nothing,” Steve mumbled quickly. Hmm alright then, hell it was, Eddie concluded. And you know what? To hell with holding back, in that case.

“Hey uh, Steve?”

“Mhm?”

“I really liked kissing you.”

Steve’s POV

While his body continued to move, his brain stopped. He dared to glance down but he couldn’t see Eddie’s face, tucked too deeply in the crevice of his neck. There was no mistaking what he had said though.

“Eddie…”

Steve waited, trying to gather the courage to admit to the same thing. It felt different than suggesting he may or may not have feelings. It had been posed as a question. He wasn’t going to do that now. However, when Eddie didn’t say anything, didn’t even hum, he grew worried.

“Eddie? You still with me?”

Silence. Fuck.

“We have to hurry, we have to— How are we going to get him back up?” Steve questioned, looking at the others. They entered the trailer and Dustin grabbed the tied up sheets that Eddie had cut off before.

“If one of you goes back out to find something else to make a rope with, I can use this to tie his hands and legs around you,” he explained, looking at Steve. “It’s not going to be pretty but I don’t know what else we can do and we need to get out of here.”

Nancy frowned, probably thinking about the many ways this could go wrong, but Steve just nodded and Robin was already looking for a way to get back out. With some help of both Nancy and Dustin lifting her up, she managed to pass through. Once Eddie was secured around Steve, chest to chest, Steve started to climb the rope.

“Try to land slightly on your side so you don’t crush his limbs, hold his head,” Nancy told him, voice etched with worry. Steve hated going before Dustin and Nancy but he had no other choice. Being the only one staying behind with Eddie wasn’t an option either. He could always go back if needed, right?

Dustin and Nancy did what they could to make the climb easier and Robin tried to be ready on the other side to assist in any way.

In the faint moment of weightlessness, Steve quickly let go of the rope, grabbed Eddie’s head to hold it protectively against his chest and braced for impact. He landed mostly on his back but slightly on his side, hitting his shoulder hard. The air was pushed out of his lungs and he gasped as the dead weight of Eddie’s unconscious body crushed him.

“Oh shit,” Robin hissed, pulling them fully on their sides with surprising strength as she started to cut off the knots Dustin had made. Eddie rolled on his back due to lack of support and so did Steve. One was breathing and the other one…

Steve grasped Eddie’s wrist tightly, eyes still closed as he caught his breath. He could feel the faintest heartbeat under his thumb. Okay. That’s good. He pushed himself up with effort and pulled Eddie aside to make room for Dustin and Nancy.

“Steve… you’re bleeding,” Robin said softly, eyes big with worry. She was shaking and he wished he could calm her down somehow.

“Huh?”

Steve looked down and sure enough, it wasn’t just Eddie’s blood smeared all over him. Somewhere along the way one of the wounds on his sides burst open again.

“We’ll look at it later,” he mumbled, and when he heard Dustin yell in pain as he landed on the mattress he felt awful for not thinking about his ankle. Too much was going on. Too much to worry about, too many people to worry about. He held Eddie close to him, ignoring the girls’ concerned voices asking to take over, or to check on him. They needed to get Eddie somewhere safe. He needed to get Eddie somewhere safe.

A FEW DAYS LATER

“Steve… you need rest,” Nancy tried softly, for the umpteenth time. Everyone else had at least paid their homes a visit, taken a shower, put on some fresh clothes. Steve had… well. He had cleaned himself up a bit in the bathroom in Eddie’s hospital room. Did change into the clothes that Robin had gone to get for him at his home after some convincing. She had also brought a few books. Steve bought them a little over a year ago, when Dustin started talking about Lord of the Rings non-stop and how Eddie knew it by heart according to him. He was just curious, he had convinced himself, as if he ever really picked up a thick book like that. But he found that it was actually quite nice to read. It took his mind off things, which was very much welcomed at the moment.

“I’m good Nancy, thanks. I do sleep, you know.”

“In a bed Steve. Are they giving you painkillers here?”

“Yeah.”

When Steve added nothing else to the conversation Nancy nodded and not much later it was just him and Eddie again. One awake and one… not. But he was breathing and his heart was still beating and that was more than Steve could have hoped for.

“So uh, I was thinking,” Steve mumbled softly. “You must be bored out of your mind in there. They always say people can hear you despite being in a coma, right? So what if… I read out loud to you? I’m not a great storyteller like— Like Dustin says you are, but… I can try.” He paused for a moment, gazing at the other boy as if he was going to respond any second and then resumed with a soft sigh. “Before I begin, though. I just wanted to say, sorry I didn’t say anything. Back then.”

While he was referring to Eddie’s confession about liking the kiss, it could have implicated many other moments too. Countless times when his ‘friends’ had insulted Eddie and he had stayed silent. Or when Eddie had called himself a murderous drug dealer and Steve had been too conflicted in his mind to respond in time. There were so many things.

“Sorry to disappoint though. I’m not going to respond now, either. I’ll wait until you’re awake and have the energy to retort in that annoyingly, charming way of yours. Until then, Lord of the Rings it is.”

They had time.

#steddie #steve x eddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie fic #stranger things fanfic

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