#and then everything immediately went wrong

[citrustan]

slipping through my fingers [4] (myg)

title: and the hits keep coming 2.0

pairing: min yoongi x reader genre: dilf!yoongi, exes and co-parents au, angst!, fluff, smut summary: just when you thought yoongi couldn't surprise you anymore, it happens again. warnings: [other parts should be read before this one] a lot more feelings of insecurity and sad vibes, yoongi stepping over oc's boundaries, oc being disrespected yet again (nothing new nothing changed same old same ol fucking shit)

You were tempted to ignore him, but with Nao involved, you couldn’t avoid dealing with him.

“You should go eat. I can just talk to him for you…?” Taehyung suggests as he watches you contemplate your next move.

That would be great help to you. While you couldn’t afford to avoid him forever, maybe a few days wouldn’t hurt. So, with an overwhelming and shaky sigh, you passed the phone to him.

He hurriedly motions for you to leave the room. And you reluctantly do so.

Taehyung scrunches his nose and shuts the door in your face.

Fighting the urge to hold a glass against the door, you forced yourself to wait in the kitchen till he was done.

On the other side of the door, Taehyung angrily exhales, taking his own sweet time to answer your phone. Then the call drops.

Not even a second later, the loud ringtone fills the room once again. It reeks of desperation.

“Hello?”

No response.

He tries again, “Hello?”

“…Taehyung?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

After another pause, the voice scoffs, “Figures.”

A bit taken aback, Taehyung bit his tongue, “What do you want?”

Taehyung hears nothing back. “Yoongi? Why’d you call?”

“I called _____, not you.”

“Well, she can’t talk now.”

Now it was Yoongi’s turn to bite back. “This has nothing to do with you, Tae. I just need to talk to her.”

“You can’t. You have me instead. What more do you have to say?”

There’s yet another long pause.

“How is she?”

Taehyung almost laughs in disbelief, “You can’t be serious. How do you think, Yoongi? Is the future Mrs. Min okay with you asking about your ex?”  

“Careful, Taehyung-”

“Does everyone else know already?”  

“Of course not, I went straight to _____’s. And nobody can know about it either. We’re not ready. I just…”

Taehyung grew more confused the longer Yoongi took to speak.

“I need to talk to her, Taehyung. I really… I messed up.”

“Did something more happen?”

Another pause.

“No. I just had to check in… Can I come by tomorrow? I still need to drop Mimi off.”

“Uh… right, about that. Listen…” Taehyung thinks for a second, “I think, maybe it’d be better if you just let her breathe for a moment. And I’ll come get Naomi.”

Another pause.

“Did she ask for that?”

Taehyung had half a mind to lie about it but he refrained, deciding that the truth would hurt him more. “You know she’d never. She’s too… stupid-” Stupidly in love with you. “-and you need to stop taking advantage of her; you need to hold back, Yoongi. You can’t go running to her for everything anymore.”

Yoongi knew he was in the wrong, but was annoyed that Taehyung was the one to tell him that.

Still a little in denial, he childishly spits, “Fine, bye. Get here before 7.”

Taehyung wanted to retaliate but he was immediately met with a little digital sound indicating that Yoongi had hung up on him.

A little bemused, Taehyung pulls your purple Samsung away from his ear and stares at it--- “So fucking typical.”

As Taehyung steps out of your room, he almost bulldozes you down.

“Jesus, _____.” Frowning, he asks, “Were you eavesdropping?”

You shook your head and wordlessly waved a jar of tiramisu in front of his nose.

Taehyung eyes you suspiciously, “I’m going to pick Naomi up tomorrow.”

When he says that, your face visibly drops. You didn’t actually expect Yoongi to pull away so fast. Was his girlfriend already keeping him from you now? You almost wanted to smack yourself in the head for thinking like you owned him.

Taehyung debates on whether he should elaborate or wait to see if you ask about it.

But you just gently and nonchalantly nod, “Right, of course. That’s okay. Please bring her here by 7.”

“He didn’t ask for this!” Taehyung blurts.

Your expression doesn’t change.

A little intimidated, he looked straight at his feet and explained, “I offered to pick her up. But Yoongi called because he wanted to talk to you. I just told him that I thought it was a bad idea.”

When he doesn’t hear you react, he slowly looks up at you, suddenly feeling miniscule. And he swore he could see steam coming out of your ears.

Taking a deep breath, you stare into his eyes, “You need to stop overstepping. You’ve done it once already. You need to stop.”

He almost felt the heat radiating from you.  

Almost as if he didn’t actually expect you to react so negatively, he asks, “_____... You’re really mad about this?”

You slam your jar on the coffee table and storm off into the kitchen.

“The first time you meddled, Yoongi left me. The second time, he happened to meet his future wife. What’s it going to be now?”

Taehyung was stunned, “Are you kidding me? Are you just mad that I’m looking out for you in ways you yourself wouldn’t or do you really believe that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you planned it all,” you glare at him accusingly.

Too stunned to digest what you accused him of, his eyes just widened in bewilderment. “_____. I- Planned what, _____?”

You tip your head forward in mockery, “Planned what? Take a guess.”

The room fills with silence once more.

Taehyung shook his head, “I’m going to ignore all of that. And fine, I’ll ask him to call you back then.”

“No!” – “No?” He parrots.

“I don’t want him to call me.” You almost whine. You don’t even know what you truly want. (Actually, you do.)

“Okay.” Taehyung nodded reassuringly, his hands grasping at your elbows, “He won’t. I’ll bring Naomi back tomorrow. Okay?” But you shook your head obstinately, “No, I want her back now.”

“Right now?” - “Now.”

“_____...” He looked at the grandfather clock on your wall.

Cringing a little, Taehyung attempts to reason with you, “_____, it’s Yoongi’s turn to have her.”

“Yeah, that’s a spoken agreement, not a written and notarized thing. He can’t stop me from wanting to spend time with my daughter.” You’re sure this is evil _____ speaking and it’s as if you can’t control her.  

Taehyung nervously cracks his knuckles. He doesn’t have a counter argument. You are Naomi’s mother and arguably the primary caretaker after all. He figures he owes you this.

“So, will you get her back for me?” You weren’t really giving him an option.

Taehyung knew your word was final. Either way, he wouldn’t police you on being a mother. “Let me give Yoongi a call, okay?”

“You do that. I’ll make you something to eat before you go!” You smile sweetly.

Not quite sure of your strategy here, all you knew was that you wanted your daughter with you. It was your way of gaining some control back in your life. You don’t have it in you to think of whether or not this was ethical or right. You just did not want to spiral.

From the kitchen, you could faintly hear Taehyung on the phone.

You take note of his assertiveness and slap some extra mortadella on his sandwich. He deserved it for putting up with you. You couldn’t think of anyone else who’d still be with you and handle your mood swings.

Was that normal or just sad? You do not want to think.

In your mind, you were satisfied in life. Sometimes you regret bringing up marriage with Yoongi. Maybe if you hadn’t forced the idea on him, you could’ve been in Hyejin’s place now.

The fact that you’re even in this position is ridiculous. Sooner or later you’d have to face… everything. The reason they’re getting married and you aren’t. The fact that they might have Nao be a part of their wedding and you’d just have to smile and nod, that Nao may have another parental figure, that you won’t be Yoongi’s bride or a bride at all, ever, and that maybe you’ve lost Yoongi’s companionship forever.

You had to step out for a bit.

Right at that moment, Taehyung emerges from the living room into the kitchen.

Sighing, he starts, “So, he agreed. He wants to know if everything’s okay. Of course, I know it isn’t but I told him he had nothing to worry about. And he didn’t buy it.” –

You push the little ceramic plate towards him, “Eat your sandwich.”

Taking a large bite out of it, Taehyung thanks you and adds, “--- by the way, your food is on the dining table, I didn’t actually give it away, you know?”

“I saw it,” you confirmed, “Jus’ not hungry.”

Quickly changing the topic back to Nao, you ask, “So, can Nao be back now or…?”

“Yeah. Here’s the thing…” He stalled. “Nao’s coming now.”

A gulp. You think he’s swallowing his food.

“Yoongi’s coming with.”

‘Why do you always bring me bad news?’ is what you wanted to ask. Instead, you squeak out a “When?”

“Twenty minutes? Told me Nao was already dolled up or something.” He finishes his sandwich and washes the plate.

In a soothing tone, Taehyung proposes, “Why don’t you head down to the pâtisserie? I’ll receive them. You don’t have to worry about seeing him, okay?”

You appreciated his offer but chose to decline it, “No. It’s okay. I need to tidy up anyway,” – “_____, I’ll do it for you. I know how you like it. Go take a walk or grab a sweet treat or something, yes?”

“No, it’ll take too long for you to do it by yourself. You can help me though. Just do my bed, please?” You’re already walking off.

Taehyung follows you into your room but doesn’t have a chance to stop you, you’re already stripping down and into your ‘serious cleaning’ clothes. It’s just an old dress and rubber gloves.

Sometimes, Taehyung mourns what you and Yoongi could have been. You’re perfect for each other. The two of you just needed to work on your communication a little. He’s thinking about how much of you Yoongi’s missing out on and can’t help but scoff. In pop culture terms, he really fumbled you.

Suddenly you gasp, “Did you watch me change?” Aimed at the man.

“No!” Vehemently shaking his head, he repeats, “Not intentionally! I was zoned out!”

“Wow, calm down, I don’t mind, you know that.” You smile sweetly once again.

Grabbing a pillow, he sighs. Sometimes, he thinks you toy with him on purpose. He really can’t tell.

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Forty minutes go by yet there has been no sign of Nao or Yoongi. No calls or messages, no updates whatsoever.

You ought to get Nao a little phone for herself. How had you not thought of this before? It’ll probably be a lot more useful now.

You were nervously readjusting the doilies in a circle over and over again when the doorbell suddenly rang.

Taehyung’s resting figure suddenly snapped upright, “I’ll get it.”

However, you were closer to the door and got to it before he could take two steps.

When you open the door, you wished Taehyung would’ve beaten you to it. You wish you had taken that walk or chosen to buy yourself a sweet drink; because you couldn’t even have guessed what was waiting for you on the other side of the door.

Nothing could have prepared you to see your ex-boyfriend with his current girlfriend and your daughter. Together. All of them. Holding hands. In front of you for the very first time. All of them.

While Yoongi had the decency of looking literally anywhere but in your eyes, you couldn’t say the same about his girlfriend. Fiancée.

Hyejin, placed between your daughter and your ex, exhaled a dreamy smile. “I hope you don’t mind me intruding, _____! Nao-chan wanted to show you our matching hairstyle!”

Bewildered and wordless, all you could do was smile and nod. You mechanically turn your head to look at Nao, who sported a baby pink lock of hair amongst her regular, natural hair identical to Hyejin’s.

You nodded and stepped aside, briefly bumping into Taehyung who looked just as uncomfortable as Yoongi, making space for the lovely family to step into your home. Your eyes were glued to your feet.

Just like always, before you take a drastic step, your daughter grounds you as she runs to you and clings to your lower half. Although, the pink strands of hair brushing against you almost make you lose it all. Almost.

Following which Taehyung breaks the tension by awkwardly, yet warmly greeting the pair, taking a load off of you.

You needed to lie down.

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note: sorry! it probably gets better! i think this one has a few edits pending but i couldn't waitttt

[saddestsquid]

The Red Means I Love You ❤︎

Summary: Jason Todd x fem!Reader. You and Jason used to date before you left to stay with the Titans. You both miss each other more than you’d like to admit, but stay out of contact. Fast forward to after he died, you encounter Redhood. Old feeling stir, and before you know it you’re bent over the motorcycle of someone you swore you’d leave in the past.

Warnings: Angst -> smut, 18+, p in v, unprotected s$x, mentions of death & terrorism.

A/N: This takes place right after s3ep2, right after they find out Redhood’s identity :3

You didn’t fully know what was happening; just that there were too many hostages in the building—all who would be killed if not evacuated immediately. You were about to run and help the rest of the titans get everyone as far away as possible before Kory pulled you aside.

You went to protest before she quickly interrupted you, “Go search for Jason.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Uhm, what?”

“Look, I have a feeling he’ll listen to you better than anyone.” she said. “Jasons not someone who can be brought down by force. Shit, he came back from the fucking dead, you think he’s gonna let us beat this new…phase out of him?” 

You wanted to argue, but Kory wasn’t someone who was wrong often. She had a good point, and you knew you had to follow it.

“We’ve got this under control,” she assured, resting a reassuring but firm hand on your shoulder. “Go.”

You were skeptical, especially when you could see Gar in the distance shaking in his boots trying to convince an old lady to let him help her down the steps, and citizens clearly getting whiplash from Connor moving them to safety too fast. Your team was…definitely something, but with some hesitance you finally turned and ran in the direction of the one member you wanted to see.

…

“Jason!” You called out, your voice echoing through the barren alley. Gotham was creepy enough already without walking in some sketchy, busted up route in the pitch dark.

You kept calling but the only response you got was your own voice echoing back to you. You tried to scratch your mind for something to say that could persuade him, but you came up blank. Guilt ate at your conscience when you remembered that you hadn’t spoken to him for months before he died. 

To be honest, Jason never had anyone in his life to begin with. He told you that along with all his other secrets, and you still broke his heart. 

You stayed with the titans, thinking he was being naive for not wanting to. You didn’t think about the fact they never once tried to help him, or ever see him as more than an immature kid. They didn’t have the energy to help Jason through his issues so they just abandoned ship, sending him right back to Bruce and his horrible coping mechanisms.

As much as you wanted to be angry at Dick, or Kory or really anyone else for letting that happen, you had to face that you played your part.

Jason Todd died alone. He died feeling like no one would miss him, like he was a failure of a Robin and a failure of a titan. Because even after everything, all he wanted to do was prove himself.

So, yeah. Admittedly the first words you chose to say were not a good idea. Probably should’ve seen that one coming, but you never were too good at comforting him. was anyone?

“It didn’t have to be like this, you can still come back to the titans!” You tried to coax him, almost immediately regretting it. You quickly shut your mouth, tho the damage was already done. You just prayed he wasn’t here—he didn’t need to be provoked into blowing your brains out. 

Only when your muscles stopped tensing and you thought you got lucky, a voice you couldn’t even recognize rumbled above you. It shot ice up your veins and you would’ve frozen in place if you weren’t so adiment on seeing him again.

“Still taking about the titans? Why am I surprised.” He taunted, tilting his head in a gesture so familiar it made your heart ache. When you spun around you were met with someone you couldn’t believe was really Jason. He was standing on some rusted fire escape, a steel red mask boring right through you. 

You tensed, but not out of fear. No, you could never be scared of Jason, not the same nerd who woke up early to make you breakfast or who secretly wore reading glasses. 

You debated messaging him for months after your breakup, paragraphs on paragraphs you never sent. You had so much to say to him before, so why now did your mind go blank?

It was hard to see what he was feeling with the mask, but you could tell he was expecting a snarky remark back. When you just stood there dumbfounded, he sighed. “Look, I’m done trying to prove myself to them. To Bruce, to everyone! I don’t have to be some fucking nobody y/n, and neither do you.”

Now that made you snap out of whatever trance you were in. “‘and neither do you’? What are you trying to do, advertise me the life of crime?”

He groaned, “I don’t know why I ever tried with you. The titans are just a bunch of fucked up people acting like one big happy family, is that what you wanted? Are you happy you made that choice?” He sneered.

There was malice in his tone, but it wasn’t real. he didn’t feel angry anymore, just betrayed.

He would’ve splayed his heart out for you on a silver platter if you asked, just for you to turn your back on him. You followed him in his dreams, haunted him every time he smelt a familiar perfume, even appeared behind his shut eyelids while the life drained out of him. You were a part of him, and from what he knew you’d never looked back when you stormed out that day.

That’s why it shocked him when tears started to well in your eyes. God, your eyes—the ones he would subconsciously buy clothes of in the same colour. “You could’ve came with me,” you whispered. 

Your meek tone broke something in him. His shoulders relaxed and in a blink he leaped down, knees bending upon landing on the hard ground in front of you. Seeing him like this; the mask concealing his identity, various weapons strapped to his thighs and seemingly more toned than the last time you saw him—you could understand why everyone was on edge.

He stood there motionless, a silent and intimidating presence before you. You both stood there in unbearable silence until finally, he lifted his mask off.

His features were lit beautifully by the dim street light, eyes glinting ever so slightly. He looked exhausted—more troubled now, but you knew, despite everything, this was Jason. Your Jason, not who he was manipulated into.

“No, I couldn’t have.” he muttered begrudgingly, “they made that very clear.”

“So what, you just become a terrorist? Is that your idea of solving your problems?”

His fists clenched in barely concealed anger. “Bruce couldn’t save Gotham, so he abandoned it. I’ll be the one to fix it.” 

“By running around in a new suit and planting bombs everywhere? Real great strategy.” You rolled your eyes, but started to blush when you stared at him too long in the plated suit that fit him perfectly. You quickly caught yourself ogling and looked away, assuming he wouldn’t catch the red tinge on your face. 

You don’t know how you ever thought he wouldn’t notice. Of course he noticed, it’s Jason Todd.

For fucks sake, the guy noticed every detail about you. The way you’d avoid eye contact when nervous, the pace of your blinking quickening when you were lost in thought, the slight heighten of your voice when you were excited about something. All these tiny things and you thought he just wouldn’t notice the way you eyed him down all red in the face?

Come on, you were basically writing your true feelings out to him in big, bold… ..red letters…

and it’s not like Kory ever specified exactly what to do once you found him… .. .

So that’s how you ended up bent against his motorcycle in some busted up alleyway, pussy spread open on his dick.

You gasped and clawed pointlessly at his covered back; nails clinking uselessly against the metal armour of his suit. 

Your own suit was pulled off just enough to get access to your cunt, panties pulled to the side so he could plunge his thick cock into you.

He was groaning more than he used to, and you could swear you even heard him whine. His pace was ruthless, thrusts messy but coordinated. He kept trying to push further inside you, pressing his body as close to you as possible like you would vanish at any moment. 

“Fuckfuckfuck-“ he rambled. Death heightened all of his senses—made things have so much more of an impact on him. Maybe he just missed you too much, or maybe he let himself forget how good you feel.

To be fair, you were far worse off than him. You would’ve alerted everyone in Gotham if he wasn’t covering your mouth with a gloved hand, though it’s not like anyone here would bat an eye to screaming.

“My poor baby just been lonely, s’that it?”He teased, manhandling you by your hips to meet his harsh thrusts. 

“Nobody to fill up this pretty hole like I do, such a shame,” he pouted in faux sympathy, as if he wasn’t balls deep at the moment.

“I’m back now. Fuck the titans, I’ve always treated you better, haven’t I?” He’s fucking your ability to form coherent words right out of your throat, but he knows your answer when you squeeze around him.

“Jay!” you moaned into his palm. Your cunt was squelching embarrassingly loud with each thrust, thighs shaking so hard you for sure would’ve fallen over if he wasn’t holding you up. Every drag of his cock in you hit the perfect spots, just like he remembered you love.

“You don’t even care that I’m red hood, do you?” he asked, his tone full of confidence. “Nah, you don’t. So fucking wet, does my suit get you off princess?” 

He moved his hand to play with your clit, getting it soaked with your fluids. You were too cock-drunk to lie bite back, just nodding desperately and mewling out something akin to a yes.

He smirked. “Pussys sucking me in the same too, fuck- I missed this. I missed you.”

He acted cocky when he was fucking you like this because it’s the only way he was sure you even wanted to be around him. Not much to complain about when his big dick is ravaging you, no?

Deep down he always felt right at home with you. He wouldn’t admit it, but he would give up red hood for you. He’d give up anything for you, actually. Nothing mattered as long as you were with him. And he wasn’t letting you go this time.

With the ministrations on your clit and him pounding into you, it wasn’t a surprise when that knot in your stomach came undone quickly. Especially not with how many failed orgasms you had with your fingers, pretending it was him.

Ever attentive, he noticed immediately. “You gonna come, baby? Try not to get any on the new suit.” He winked, as if you were gonna squirt for him. (You have, many times.)

The cherry on top was when he unexpectedly flipped his mask back down and leaned in to whisper right into your ear with that deep voice, “come for me”

And you were gone. You came with a cry of his name, eyes rolling back and toes curling. Your pussy gushed all over his dick, forming a white ring around it that you could see every time he slammed his hips.

Seeing your pretty face so euphoric was what sent him over the edge, and grudgingly he pulled out, pearly white cum shooting all over your stomach.

You spent a minute regaining your breath while he pressed gentle kisses all over your throat. He only let up when you whined at the slight pain of the pressure on your newly forming hickeys. He tucked himself back into his pants and re-adjusted his belt. You were wondering if he planned on just leaving until he took his coat off and wrapped it around you.

He moved you so you were set down properly on the back of his motorcycle and then stepped on. You instinctively laid against his back, resting your head on his shoulder and he admired you with pure adoration.

“Wrap your arms around me babe,” he hummed, affectionately rubbing your thigh that was pressed to his.

When your brain finally caught up to what was happening you gave him a confused look.“Wha- wait! Where are we going?” 

He looked at you like you were crazy for even questioning it. “Home,” he laughed, “what? Did you think death was gonna do us part, baby?”

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right where you left me

part: 5 pairing: paige bueckers x oc word count: 3.8k c/w: sexual content, language, alcohol a/n: happy reading my lovelies!!

I snuggle further into Paige. We’d had a slow, lazy morning, complete with sleepy kisses and the most languid, indulgent head I’d ever received. It was now eleven in the morning, and despite already having had her head between my legs, Paige didn’t seem to want to do anything else but lay in bed.

 If I could wake up like this everyday, I would. I’m sprawled across her chest, my face turned up to press into her neck. She smells like she always does - fresh, clean, a hint of sweet vanilla. She blinks down at me, letting her lips spread into a slow grin, then leans down to kiss my forehead. 

I want to try again. I’d decided that much yesterday, perhaps against my better judgment. But it’s Paige, and when it’s her, my judgment flies out the window. I think back to her words from last night as her thumbs stroke over my bare side. How could it be wrong? How could this be a mistake? “It’s us,” she’d told me, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

She’d said that to me once, too. That we were obvious. I hadn’t fully known what she’d meant then.

I understand it now, entangled in her in more ways than one, feeling that, even miles away from any place I’ve ever called home… that this must be it.

“Whatcha thinkin’, Mai?” Paige mumbles groggily. She laughs to herself, reaching up to push my hair out of my face. “Remember I used to call you Mai Tai?” I wrinkle my nose. “That shit is nasty,” I inform her. “Bro, you actually hate fun,” she complains, but it’s teasing. “The whole thing is just rum,” I mumble, burying my face further into her. “Can we get drunk together?” She wonders aloud. I frown into her skin. “Didn’t you get wasted enough last night?”

I feel her shrug, then shudder when I press a light kiss into her collarbone. “Yeah, but… I want you to come meet the girls. Or whatever.”

I tense. Ever so slightly. But she senses it, her hand immediately splaying across my back, a reassuring pressure.

Part of me thinks we should talk it out. Like, really talk it out - not just scream at each other in a parked car in the middle of the night. But the other part of me… the other part of me is thinking that I finally have her back. And it’s like I never even lost her. I don’t want to scare her off. I don’t want to fuck this up. 

I don’t want to lose her again.

“I’d like that,” I say, bating my breath.

She kisses the top of my hair. “You’ll drink with me?” She asks. I didn’t drink a whole lot in high school, so it makes sense why she’s asking me.

I shift in her arms, looking up at her. My thumb comes up to trace her chin, ghosting over her lips. I could get used to this - skin to skin, nothing between us. No distance. No history. Just love and desire and the sweet, sweet aftertaste of a night and morning well spent. 

“I’ll do whatever you want, Paige.”

Paige grins at that, her cheeks appling with the smile that envelops her face. “Oh, yeah?” She teases.

I roll my eyes, knowing where this is going, and I sit up, letting the covers fall off of me, and it’s like her eyes have been hyper-programmed to zoom into my bare chest. “Jesus Christ, dude,” she says in awe. I straddle her waist, pushing her head back slightly. “Something wrong?” I ask, cocking my head.

“Mm-mmm. Everything’s perfect, ma,” she rasps out, and it sends heat straight between my legs as her hands find my bare ass.

It’s criminal how perfect she looks in the morning. Her hair is mussed from where my hands gripped her head while she went down on me this morning, her lips plump and bitten from the lazy makeout session we’d engaged in after. Her chest and stomach are littered with purple marks I’d claimed her with last night, tits perky and perfect and just begging to be sucked.

“You talk to all the girls like that?” I ask off-handedly, but there’s not one part of me that wants to know the answer.

“What’s that, ma?” She reiterates slyly.

“I said, do you talk like this to all the other bitches you fuck?” I bite, and though I’m not trying to rile her up, I can’t help taking her tits in my hands, kneading them while I toy with her nipples. 

“Only the ones with asses like yours,” she tells me, her tone low and sultry, punctuating it with a squeeze.

I laugh at this, shaking my head at her.

“Or these tits, God,” she groans, hands coming up to cup my breasts. She kneads them slowly, coaxing small whimpers out of me as my hips buck of their own accord. Then her hand reaches up to lightly trace over my neck and I let out a small gasp. Her eyes flicker to mine. “Can I..?” I nod eagerly, and her fingers close around my neck, squeezing before trailing down. I let my head loll back. Her hand rests on my collarbones, splayed across them.

“Fucking… work of art,” she breathes, referring the the patchwork of marks she’s left across my neck and chest. It reminds me that she’s left a litany between my thighs, as well. Paige hesitates, then reaches one hand out to fumble for her phone. “You can say no,” she murmurs to me, but her eyes are blown so black when she looks at me that it hardly feels like an option.

I want her to have this. I want her to look at it when she’s in Connecticut and I’m in Michigan.

I want her to see it and remember that no one knows her like I do, that no one fucks her like I do.

I want her to get off to it, and I want it burned in the back of her eyelids the second she thinks about even touching another girl.

The steely determination of “mine, mine, all fucking mine” roars through my body as I move my hair to the side, exposing all the echoes of that same phrase she’s practically burned into my skin. 

“Do it,” I say, daring her.

I don’t know where this confidence is coming from. Maybe it’s the way Paige’s lips part when she raises her phone camera up. Maybe it’s the breathy moan she lets out when she shifts back to get a better angle. Maybe it’s the way the bright blue of her irises are flooded with dark, dark, desire. 

But I arch my back, pushing my tits forward. I bring my finger up to my mouth, biting it while winking slyly at the camera. “Fuck, Maya,” she groans, but I’m not done. I cover my tits with my hands, my palms just over my nipples, manicured fingers splayed out, and I throw my head back. Dumbfounded, Paige snaps more pictures, the click of the camera spurring me on. 

Then I take her hand, pulling her fingers towards my mouth. I engulf three of them between my lips, covering them in my spit, licking over her rings, then guiding her hand to cup my breast. Her breath hitches, and I hold her hand there, bringing my other hand up to match it.

“Paigey,” I croon. She’s practically drooling, her eyes hooded when she meets mine. “Take the picture.”

She obeys, her chest stilling as she holds her breath. I hear the click of her camera, before her eyes slide to mine. Then she tosses her phone to the side, tugging me to her harshly.

“You’re the girl of my fucking dreams, I hope you know that,” she mutters, kissing me ravenously, hands roaming my body possessively.

“Mmmm, what are you gonna do with those pictures?” I ask.

“What do you think?” She grins, gripping my ass harshly.

“Say it,” I pant, knowing full well what she’s going to do with those pictures. But I want to hear it - no, I need to hear the admission from her mouth.

“Gonna fuck myself to them.”

“Oh, yeah?” The thought of it, of her long fingers sliding between her legs, doing to her what I do to her… it’s fucking gluttonous. 

“Gonna get off to your perfect fucking tits, you like the sound of that?” She’s instigating, borderline begging me to slot my legs between hers and just ride her.

“You wanna show me how in the shower?” I ask suggestively, placing a kiss at her jaw and then peppering them down her neck. Paige draws back, eyes wide as she stares at me.

Then she practically shoves me off the bed, pushing me towards the bathroom.

*******

“I’m sorry.”

“I said it was fine, Paige.”

“Yeah, but the way you’re saying it doesn’t seem like it’s fine, dude.”

“How would you like me to say it, Paige? Huh? Please - tell me exactly how you would like me to say it, and I’ll do that. Okay?!” I know I’m being snippy at her, and she’s apologized a hundred times, but I’ve never missed one of her basketball games. Ever. At least not one as important as a state championship.

She knew that Michigan scouts would be at this one, and though I had already signed to dance for them, this would determine my placing on the squad my freshman year. It needed to be perfect.

I needed my rock.

So when I’d looked out in the audience, and I hadn’t seen her, I’d spiraled. The panic had settled over me, and I was lucky my autopilot kicked in on stage, because internally, I was freaking out. I just needed to see her. That was all I needed, to feel the calm of her presence wash over me, to know my person was in my corner when I needed her most.

“You’re being a bitch,” she snaps.

I glower at her. “I’m the bitch? Oh, I’m the bitch now?”

She steps to me, towering over me, her breath hitting my face. “Yeah, you fuckin’ are.”

“You could’ve told me beforehand,” I seethe. “You could’ve not made me feel like an idiot for- for searching for you in the crowd when you weren’t even fucking there!”

“Just like how you’ve made me feel like an idiot these past two months?!”

“Oh, don’t even fucking start-”

“No, I’m gonna start! I’m gonna fucking start, Maya, because you have no idea the kind of hell I was living in!”

“We’re done! We’ve been done for a week!”

“Two fucking months! I had to watch her kiss you and hold you and dance with you at my fucking high school prom! Did it ever occur to you, maybe even for a second, that maybe I wanted to do all that shit? That I wanted to buy your stupid fucking corsage and match our fucking outfits and make you a dumbass poster because I’m so fucking in love with you?!”

“You… what?” My room falls silent, echoes of the argument fading away.

I can’t speak. I can’t even breathe. “Paige,” I muster out. “What did you just say?”

She hesitates, eyes evading my own. “I love you,” she spits out. “Nothing I haven’t said before.”

“That’s not what you said.”

“It’s the same thing.”

“It’s not.”

“Fine! I’m in love with you, alright?”

I choke out a laugh, my voice still thick with tears. “You stupid idiot,” I smile affectionately. 

“The worst thing she can say is no, they said,” she mutters to herself, still avoiding my gaze.

I shake my head, opening my arms. “Come here,” I sigh, and she stalks over reluctantly.

I wrap my arms around her, breathing in her scent. “Are you deadass not saying it back?” She demands, and I laugh.

“I’m in love with you, too.”

*******

“You look so beautiful in my clothes,” Paige mumbles, looping her arms around my waist and placing her chin on my shoulder as I finish touching up my makeup. “You’re such a kiss-ass,” I mutter fondly. “You liiiiike it,” she sing songs into my ear. I elbow her sharply in the stomach, and she lets out a dramatic “oomph!”. “Go get ready,” I tell her, and she frowns at me in the mirror.

“My girl so mean to me,” she complains under her breath. I roll my eyes, but my stomach flutters at that phrase. My girl. 

I guess I am. Her girl, that is. I hardly think I ever really stopped. 

Paige reappears in a white crop top and loose black jeans, sunglasses perched atop her head. I let out a low whistle at her in the mirror. She smirks at me. “You see something you like?” I nod, grinning mischievously. “Those glasses are sick. Can I have them?”

She scoffs at this and I edge past her out of the bathroom. “You’re such an asshole,” she complains. “That’s not what you were saying last night!” I yell back at her, digging through her closet. I pick out a stretchy, body-con black dress - one of the few really girly things Paige owns, and emerge with it in hand. 

I quickly change, pretending not to notice the heat of her eyes on me. “Stop staring, you perv,” I toss over my shoulder, slipping the dress on. “You are not all that,” she shoots back, but I know her better. I stand up straight, smoothing down the dress, and take a look in the mirror. Eh. It’ll suffice.

“Not all that?” I muse, turning to Paige. Her arms are crossed stubbornly, but her eyes trail over my body. “Delete those pictures, then.” She rolls her eyes. “Get in the damn car,” she snaps playfully, exiting her room.

Paige drives us back to Azzi’s house, blasting some absurd amalgamation of Polo G and Rod Wave. I fight her for aux, comfortably folding my feet up into the seat. It takes me back to driving back from Drew and Matt’s rec games, or late night runs to Sonic for milkshakes back in Minnesota. “You needa go home after this, or..?” I twist my mouth. “Yeah, probably,” I sigh. Her hand lands on my knee, a securing weight that flushes me with warmth. “Your mom worried?” She wonders.

“You know her,” I mumble. Surprisingly enough, once I’d told my mom I was with Paige, she seemed okay with me having been gone for almost a full 48 hours. I open my mouth, then close it, hesitating. “You can stay at mine?” I suggest. She smiles at me, her face lighting up when her eyes flit from the road to me. “Really? You’re deadass?” I suck my teeth, nodding, then point an accusing finger at her. “Don’t make this a thing.” 

“I’m not making it a thing!” She protests.

I narrow my eyes at her. “I can see it in your face. You’re making it a thing,” I grumble.

Paige sighs, moving her hand to lace her fingers with mine as we slow to a stop at a red light. She presses a soft kiss to my knuckles, deliberately holding my gaze, before pressing on the gas pedal again. 

“Only thing I’m tryna make a thing is us, ma,” she intones, her gaze straight ahead, but a triumphant little smirk ghosting at her lips. I groan, detangling our fingers and throwing her hand back to her side of the car. “Oh, my God!”

“What? That was smooth!” She laughs.

“That was so fucking corny!” I complain.

“You know, what I didn’t miss is this attitude,” she tells me, shooting me a look as she pulls into Azzi’s neighborhood. I stick my tongue out at her, and she gives me a shove. 

It’s… domestic in a sense - this rhythm between us. The banter, the touches - they feel like a choreographed dance. Because there’s still no one who knows me better than her. No one knows every part of me like she does. I stare at her as she unbuckles her seatbelt, biceps tensing. 

“I’m sorry,” I blurt out. She glances at me, brows furrowed. “What? It’s chill, bro, I was playing.” I smack her shoulder lightly. “Not for that,” I hiss. “For… For putting you through that. Back in high school. You deserved better. I’ve been… blaming you all this time for giving up on us.”

She’s quiet, floundering for words, so I push on. “I’m the one who started our relationship like that. I shouldn’t have… placed all those expectations on you. And… and our first time being while I was with another girl - fuck, Paige, I didn’t even give us a fighting chance. I’m sorry,” I choke the last word out, suddenly emotional at the fact that the past day could have been the past few years. 

“Hey, hey…” Paige says reassuringly. “Mai, it’s not your fault. Hey, look at me.”

Her hand cups my face, thumb brushing at my lower lash line. “We both fucked up. It’s not all on you.” I shake my head, sighing dejectedly.

“We were kids, dude. We were stupid and immature and we fucked up - I fucked up. I let you walk away, and I’ve regretted it every fucking day since. But this is… it’s forever. You have to know that.”

“Mai.”

I look at her, finally, and nod shakily. “Yeah. I do.”

She smiles softly, kissing my cheek. “Good. Let’s go inside, yeah?” And the second her hand slips into mine, my worries and insecurities fade into nothing.

Azzi’s house is raucous, Paige’s teammates’ laughter echoing off the walls over the loud music blaring in the background. There’s bottles upon bottles of every type of alcohol imaginable lined on Azzi’s counters. She hugs me tight when she sees me, smelling soft and sweet. “It’s good to see you again,” she tells me, smiling at me. I grin back at her. “You, too.”

Paige slings an arm around my shoulders. “Get my girl a drink,” she tells her teammate. Azzi rolls her eyes. “What do you want?” She asks me kindly. I loop an arm around Paige’s torso. “The exact opposite of whatever she’s having, please,” I reply, crinkling my nose. Azzi laughs when Paige looks at me and feigns offense. “I knew I liked you.” 

A few hours into the ordeal, Paige is impressed with how much I drink, and I laugh at her shock. “You forget that my school is actually good at football. This is a full-time job, baby!” I hoot, about three drinks in. Ice tilts a bottle of tequila in my direction, and I whoop, grabbing for the salt on the counter and a lime. “Fill me up!” I cheer. I feel loose and free around Paige’s friends, and even more comfortable when Paige’s hand snakes around my waist. She presses a sloppy kiss to my shoulder, and I laugh happily, patting her cheek.

“Shot, P! Come on, come on! You have to catch up!” I gesture for Ice to pour Paige one, too. She obliges. I dust salt onto the backs of our hands. Then I get it done in one fell swoop: lick off the salt, grab a lime wedge, and shoot back the tequila. I cough as it burns down my throat, sucking quickly on the lime. Paige gags behind me, gesturing for a wedge that I shove into her mouth, giggling.

I watch as her face puckers at the sudden tartness, lithe fingers pulling it from her mouth. She tips her head back, and I take the time to take in the sharp angle of her jawline. Her head lolls back down, eyes seeking and meeting mine. Suddenly, it’s just the two of us in the room, the chatter and din fading into the background.

“Hi,” I say softly. She smiles down at me. “Hey,” she replies. 

Ice coughs. “Y’all gonna fuck, or..?”

Paige splutters at her teammate, and I laugh good-naturedly, patting her arm reassuringly.

We all pile into Ayanna and Aubrey’s cars, heading to a club in Virginia Beach for the night. The strobe lights are piercing, but Paige’s hand at my waist is steadying. It’s all too good to be true - the fact that I even get to be this close to her again, the feeling of her body against mine, her hands all over me, her lips against my ear. 

I wonder, for a moment, how the hell I made it three years without this, because now that I’ve tasted it, now that I’ve had her… I can’t imagine not having her.

Being with her is like going a hundred miles an hour down a highway at midnight, standing up through the sunroof, feeling the cold wind biting at your skin and staring at the stars, thanking God that you get to be alive at the same time as something so goddamn beautiful.

And you’re so delirious and happy and you’re going so fucking fast… you don’t even see the crash coming. 

I sure don’t.

I’m drunk, falling against Paige, and she’s laughing, steadying me. “You good, ma? Can I get you some water?” She yells into my ear. I loop my arms around her neck. “My girl is sooooo good to me,” I slur, smiling stupidly. She matches my goofy expression. “Say that again!” She calls.

I laugh, throwing my head back happily. “My girl!” I yell gleefully, and Paige presses me to her. Her lips find my ear again, and she says, “Come on. Time for water.” Then she places the sweetest kiss on my temple, and my heart just about bursts. I let her guide me to the bar, slumping onto a bar stool while she goes off to hunt for water.

I focus on the spinning lights above me, watching them change colors. I’m so drunk and distracted that I must watch them spin for ten minutes. Maybe an hour? Fuck, maybe I’ve been here all night. 

Shit, I think dizzily. Paige must be worried.

I should find her.

I stumble through the bar, my legs wobbling. My head pounds from the music and the alcohol, and I’m so drunk that I really think I must be imagining what I see next.

It’s Paige.

There’s some girl with her. I think for a moment that she’s far too short to be any of Paige’s teammates, and that none of them are redheads.

Then the girl places a hand on Paige’s chest. I’m frozen in place, watching it all unfold, feeling my heart clench and then shatter to fucking smithereens as the girl stands on her tiptoes.

And she kisses her.

[roughcas]

Dottore x fem!reader smut.

Warnings: NSFW, fingering, thigh stuff, teasing, very verbal (dirty talk is hot!!) asphroic, not proof read, photos taken, idk.

Footsteps echoed the room. A few years ago, you never expected this to be your life. A doctors pet. A fatui's pet. Honestly, it's not that bad. It was either this, or get killed. You're fed multiple times a day with many options, and the doctor is sweet on you so there's not much to complain about. Well, sweet in his own ways. He'll never give you something that'll hurt you - that he knows of. A sigh escapes his lips as he removes his mask, eyes scanning the room. Once the piercing red eyes hits you, "Come here." he says while taking a seat at his desk.

So that's what you did without hesitation. Years of fear, respect, and not wanting to complicate things does that to a person. You scrambled up onto his lap, and he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, his cold hands making you shiver. He placed his head on top of yours, pressing your body against his as he spoke. "I need you to do something for me. No, really, don't worry. It's just a favor." You knew what this meant. You were now the ongoing experiment. "What is it, doctor?"

One of his hands left your waist and went to the pocket of his lab coat. He took something out and held it to your face, looking closely at your reaction. It was a pill, coloured pink with the symbol of the Fatui on it. "Say ah?" Fear bubbled inside of you, you never had seen a pill this color from them. Impatience bubbled inside him,"Just take it, come on. I know you trust me, right? After all, it's me. I wouldn't hurt you." You wanted to run. This wasn't a good idea, but what other choices were there? At least every time he uses you nothing goes wrong and it brings fun to your day. You open your mouth, staring at him as he places the pill in your mouth. Almost instantly you feel it, this weird bubble inside of you. You're unsure of what it's doing just yet.

"Just be patient..." He gave you a small pat on the head, seeming strangely affectionate. "It should start kicking in soon. I don't want to rush the process, y'know? Just want to see how you react to it." "Are you going to tell me what it's supposed to do?" "Of course! But we need to wait and see the effects first. After all, we can't predict how you'll react. It's all part of the experiment and observation." He gave you another pat on the head, his hands coming up to cup your face.

"Stay close to me, okay? Just stay close to me." Almost without hesitation the words slip your mind. "I don't want to leave you." once processing what you said, a shriek escaped. Dottore froze, his hold over you still tight yet suddenly rigid. A faint smile appeared on his lips, slowly growing bigger and bigger. "Now that's interesting..." "I didn't mean to say tha-" "Oh, but I know you did..." His grip tightened once again, not letting you move. "You don't have to hide your feelings from me... You're my little experiment after all." There it was. The words that broke the dam. "I need you so bad," you lost control of everything you wanted to say. The deep down true desire for him was slipping out.

"There we go.." His hand moved to your cheek, stroking your face gently. "That's the real you... That's the real you..." He lifted your chin up, looking into your eyes. "You want me so badly right now, don't you?" Afraid of words, all you could do was nod. A hum escaped him in response, "Say it then. Say you want me." "Please, Dottore! God, I need you." "That's a good girl." He gripped you tightly, his hands moving down to your thighs. "A very good girl."

Still on his lap, your legs party slightly and of course he notices. He moves his hand to start gently rubbing your thigh, a few moans and pants escaped your mouth as he watched you with hunger. When his hand moved up higher underneath your skirt and began rubbing circles all you could do was whine out his name. "Yes? You want something?" His voice was firm, yet his eyes held an almost seductive look to it. "I can feel your heartbeat... It's starting to quicken." "Please, doctor. You know what I want..." "Do I now?" He paused for a moment before he smirked. "Say it out loud. Let's hear it." "Please, fucking touch me."

"Hm... You want my touch?" He chuckled, his hands moving back down to your thighs and gripping your waist tight. "Are you sure you want that? I can be rough, you know?" a thick tension was in the room, he knows you want it still. "Or does it not bother you?" you shake your head no. "The way I can cut you... make you bleed, take away your breath - all for an experiment, and it doesn't scare you?" another nod left your mouth. Tsk. "You really want me to?" One of his hands moved to your chin, tilting your head up so you were looking at him. "To run tests on you, on your body... Use it as my little plaything?" "Yes," "Say out loud that your body is mine." "All yours, Dottore." "Atta girl." Next thing you know you were flipped around as he grabbed you and manhandled you to the lab bed. "More comfy, eh?"

He paid attention to the fact you were dripping. Gloved fingers ran through your slickness, before he popped one in his finger staring directly into your eyes. With a groan he spoke "My, it makes you taste sweeter." A finger slides in, causing you to whine and moan instantly. "Needy off of one finger? So soon?" A few more minutes go by as he slips in another, and then one more. Three fingers inside you had you all fucked up for him, just the way he likes it. You were so close, so so close - and just like that he stopped. "W-what? n-no, go back!" A low tsk left him, as he picked up the clip board to document your reactions. "Please-" he cuts you off quickly, "Shh. Quiet." not wanting to make your situation worse you obliged.

"Thats it.." he coos, before a few long moments go by; your high complety gone. "'Tore, how much longer?" "Hm, I suppose we can make you cum, huh baby?" his fingers slide back between before going even rougher, you felt like you were getting split in half. A few more pumps and you were already cumming from his thick fingers. Drool was falling out of the side of your mouth, it felt too good. That's when you heard it. A shutter of a camera. You open your eyes to see a small device in his hands and the flash. Walking around you as if he was the earth circling the sun. Click. Click. Click. Photos upon photos were being taken of you in this comprising position. As the polarid like images slid down, you watched in horror. He bent down and picked them up before walking over to the clipboard and taping several photos on it. "No need to worry." He says nonchalantly. "For research purposes." He then walked out of the room, leaving you there. By the way he was holding the clipboard there was a photo of your messy cunt covered in your cum on the front.

[yandere-sins]

Yan-Poll #11

[Mermay Special Part 1 a/n This is an interactive story, your choice continues it, so choose wisely!]

Trusting a stranger always leads to misery.

When you heard about the new student at your college, you were under the impression they'd never be someone you'd have much contact with. There were enough other students that would flock to a pretty person with undeniable charms and a charismatic, albeit a bit foreign, way of living.

So when they entered your lecture, spotted you across the room, and went straight for your row despite all the open seats, you were completely unprepared for them to ask to sit next to you. As if it was the most normal thing in the world, they started chatting and asking for a pen from you, everyone else wanting to give them what they asked for, but they waited patiently for you to fulfill their request. 

From then on, they'd ignore the mass of people begging for attention, only focusing on you and you alone. You never actually saw them take notes or study, but they'd chat you up after class and ask you to hang out. It was honestly pretty weird, but although you didn't ask to be their friend, not all of the time spent together was bad. 

However, even though you asked around about this new student, nobody—not even the groupies—seemed to know much about them once they were asked. And when you questioned them directly about their lives and very basic information, the topic always got shifted to something else. It was always a natural change of topic, nothing to be concerned about, but your questions were never answered. 

Your new friend certainly was a strange one, and yet, when they picked you up one morning from your dorm, you weren't alarmed when they invited you to visit their home country with them. They said you were the only true friend they ever made, and they'd like for you to visit their home while on break and meet their family. They had everything planned, and you had time. It was just for a week. What could go wrong?

You couldn't have known that "home country" meant another world. Like many others, you thought magic was a fantasy concept, but you didn't have the time to process your shock or ask questions as your friend wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you through the magic portal they had created. 

You heard and felt the splashing of water, a cool sensation enveloping you, and the pressure of the arm around you fading. It felt much longer than it was until the tension faded, and you took a deep breath, noticing how everything behind your closed eyelids seemed to darken. When you finally opened them, you were face to face with your "friend", yet... someone completely different.

Their looks had always been immaculate, but in the dim, fluorescent lighting and the strong dark blue contrast, they were even more ethereal. They grinned when they noticed your attention, bubbles escaping from their mouth, making you realize you were underwater. Immediately, you clasped your hands over your mouth, trying to hold in the air, but with a confused look, your friend pulled them off, laughing as they asked what you were doing. 

Somehow, you could hear them, loud and clear, and before you noticed your carelessness, you breathed in, but the feeling of drowning you expected never came. Your friend laughed some more as they pulled you upwards, and your eyes fell to their hips as shimmering scales greeted you on a long fishtail. You could not believe your eyes until your friend pointed out your own tail. 

Even in a body of water, you felt like a fish on land, awkward, unable to move much on your own. You held on tight to your friend, and they didn't seem to mind, navigating you smoothly through the water and in front of a reflecting surface so you could see yourself in your whole merfolk glory. It was hard to take in the image of you that mirrored your every move, but it just wasn't you. Your friend watched quietly, a satisfied smile on their lips as you moved around, still as clumsy as a toddler.

You had yet to work through the discovery of magic and the change of your body when your friend decided it was time to meet their family, and you still couldn't do much about your inability to move around freely. You had to rely on your friend entirely, and when they opened the door to the room you woke up in, you saw even more darkness awaiting you. Without them, you'd genuinely be stuck in this place, unable to go home on your own and uncomfortable in your own body and in an environment that didn't greet you warmly like you expected a family home to. 

You had no choice but to put your trust in your friend.

Allowing them to lead you through the corridors, you at least figured out how to move, although it cost you a lot of strength and felt unnatural to you. But at least you weren't alone, and your friend encouraged and praised you for your progress. It was pretty dark, but your friend's hand never left yours, so it wasn't as frightening as you thought.

It was a big shock when suddenly, you two turned into a corridor, and a large hall opened up in front of you with blinding lights shining down on you. You had to blink a few times before you could make out the faces of hundreds of other merfolk waiting and crowding around you two, and suddenly, you felt like the new student everyone wanted to meet. 

But at least you weren't alone, although your friend's attention was no longer on you. 

Instead, they faced two imposing figures sitting on coral thrones with crowns raking from their silvery hair. You grew even more nervous, clinging to your friend when they suddenly let go of you, leaving you stranded in the middle of the room to swim up to the stately mermaid and merman, greeting them with a hug. However, their gazes fixated on you again after greeting your friend, and when they spoke, you initially couldn't understand the language.

"So that's your choice?" the pretty mermaid asked your friend, glancing at you disappointedly. 

"Are you sure you want to marry into this family, human?" the merman next to her asked, addressing you. Your friend returned to your side, wrapped their arm around your waist, and pulled you closer.

"What kind of question is that, Father? We love each other."

The number of double-takes you made with all these statements was possibly record-breaking, and you looked helplessly at your friend. However, they only smile at you encouragingly and with all eyes on you,

[aleenuhs]

Arthur with someone who's unconventional attractive, like they don't fit the beauty standard but are pretty in their pwn way, Arthur loves the way they look, for the reader sometimes think they are ugly because no one else thinks they are pretty

In His Eyes

thank u anon <3

warnings: insecure reader, crying, lil bit of angst, comfort, fluff

word count: 652

You always had felt like you weren't as pretty, and on top of that nobody ever told you if you were, it never repaired how you saw yourself. So you avoided mirrors and things that would show your reflection, avoided them like the plague.

You didn't wear what most people wore in your time, just some regular old pants and shirts. Arthur never understood what you felt, he always thought of you as the prettiest person he'd ever seen, and cannot fathom how you treat yourself because of your skewed idea on your own self image.

He noticed the extra precautions you took to avoid showing yourself to anyone, including him.

You looked into the mirror that he had for his shaving kit and sighed.

You walked over to the cot, sitting down and just thinking, you groaned and scooted further onto the cot, holding yourself.

The thought of being ugly haunted you, it wasn't what you wanted, for it wasn't anywhere near what you wanted. All you needed was to be pretty, to feel safe in your skin, to not be afraid. So when Arthur came around telling you how good looking you were, it felt as if you were a fraud, living some kind of lie, or that he was lying to you.

Arthur never lied about it.

Your eyes started to tear up and your face went emotionless, you wanted to hide away. You could feel your lip trembling and your breath hitch at a specific thought.

Oh, but the way Arthur looked at you, like he loved you so much, so easily, yet it took you everything to even love yourself. Maybe you don't deserve him, you kept thinking. The thought of it made your heart physically hurt. You broke and let out a silent sob.

Arthur was walking past his tent when he saw you on the cot, hiding your face. "Hey, hey now... what's wrong?" He immediately walked over to you and sat down next to you. You jumped at the sound of his voice, and his hands on you, you felt so lost looking into his eyes. And he wondered why you were crying.

"M'fine, Arthur." You quickly wiped away your tears and tried to force a smile, but your eyes avoided his gaze. His blueish green eyes looking right into yours. He gritted his teeth upon hearing you try and excuse it. He shook his head.

"No, you're not okay." When he said this, you cried. He hugged you and kept you close. He just let you cry in his arms.

"How can you even love me?" You cried out and he shook his head.

"'Cause who wouldn't, darlin'?" He said softly, "Why wouldn't I?"

"Have you seen me?" You struggled to say as you cried. He nods.

"Yes, I have, and you're beautiful."

It was some time until you stopped, and let the all consuming feeling of his touch consume you.

You sniffled a bit, and he hummed.

"You're everything in my eyes, nothing will ever change that. I want you to know that." He spoke quietly, carefully. "I hate the way you think you're not good enough, 'cause for me, you are everything."

His words soothed you, the way you knew he meant it, his eyes followed his emotions and his emotions followed his words.

He made you feel so much better. "Thank you, for that..." You hardly knew what to say, it was alleviating, the way he took care of you in every problem you had. It made it all fade away slowly, making you feel so much better. You kissed him, and he kissed you back. When you smile, he chuckled.

"There's the smile." He smiled back at you. Oh man, he made you a better person, he made you want to love yourself even with the imperfections that you were so hung up on.

He made it all better.

[wosoluver]

Healers got to date protectors - Headcanons

Misa x physio!reader

How she asked you to be her girlfriend.

"Okay, this kinda feels like 'how I met your mother'" adjusting yourself on the couch.

"So, it was after our fifth date I think. My memory is not the best.

We had planned on going to dinner but everything went wrong."

that day...

"Okay amor, I'm almost ready, I promise." you told her, feeling bad for making her wait so long.

"It's not your fault they chose to do a last minute staff meeting."

"I know but still. I always take so long."

"I want you to feel your prettiest tonight."

"Okay then..."

As soon as you were done, you headed for the restaurant.

"Good evening, do you have a reservation?"

"Yes, it's under Maria Isabel Rodriguez."

The lady took a sec to check everything.

"I'm sorry, but your table has been taken. We unfortunately only allow a delay up to twenty minutes."

"What? Why?" Misa started to confront the woman.

"It's okay, thank you." you said pulling her outside with you. "I know you really wanted to go here, but we can come another night. How about we go to that restaurant down the street you really like?"

"No." she said very moody all of the sudden. She had a temper but it wasn't like her to act like this. At least not with you.

"Okay, what if we go home and I cook us something?"

"Yeah sure, let's go."

Getting into her apartment you took your shoes off, rolled up your sleeves and pulled your hair up. Moving straight to the kitchen.

"I'll help you." she said washing her hands. Moving to cut the vegetables you had put on the counter. You could feel how tense she was. When she was done, she came to stand behind you, by the

stove. You immediately relaxed your weight on her, as she put her hands on your waist. And stayed like that for a little bit.

"Almost ready, can you set up the table, please?"

"Of course, I'll get the wine too."

As she was getting the glasses, one slipped out of her grip, falling and breaking in a thousand pieces.

"Fuck! I can't do anything right! Fucking shit!" she whispered yelled under her breath,but you had heard. By know you thought all this stress must have came from training.

"Leave it there, we can clean after dinner. And we can share the wine glass."

She looked defeated.

After dinner, she washed the dishes, while you made sure to properly clean and dispose of the glass.

"How about a bath? I could use one to relax." in truth she needed it way more than you, but this was your way of getting her to agree.

"Go ahead, I'll be there in a second."

You turned the water on, as you removed your makeup. When you were done, the bath was almost full. So you turned the water off, and got in.

Misa came in not too long after, getting into the bath, sitting behind you. Once again providing warmth and support, with her arms around you.

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry, everything went wrong today."

"Did it?"

"It's just that my plans were frustrated." you understood where she was coming from. Only giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. And she kissed your temple.

"It was supposed to be special date." you paid close attention to her. "I wanted to ask you something." you gently turned to face her.

"What?"

"Can you be my girlfriend? I mean, do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"So this is what got you so stressed out hm?"

"You deserved the best... romantic dinner, a bouquet and- fuck! The bouquet, I forgot it in the backseat of the car!" she mentally slapped herself.

"Well, every night I'm with you is the best. We cooked dinner, we shared a bottle of wine and now we are ending it with a warm bath."

Misa cracked a small smile. You did always love the simplest things.

"You are all I could've asked for. Thank you."

"Yes."

"Yes what?" forgetting for a second about her initial question.

"Yes, I want to be your girlfriend."

back to now...

"It was so cute of her, to have planned all that. But I really didn't mind. It was quite romantic to me."

You patted Miles' head as he looked completely at peace.

You were so concentrated by telling him that story that you didn't see your girlfriend come back from grocery shopping.

"Having fun, gossiping together?"

"Amor, you scared the shit out of me."

"Miles was so interested in the story, he didn't even hear me come in." he had created the habit of running to the door when realizing one of us had arrived.

"Well, someone needed to fill him in. Right baby?" Petting him once again.

"You're a good boy, keeping mommy company, while I'm away." Misa said this time, spoiling him with lots of love and a treat she had gotten him, sitting with you two on the couch.

You all asked for more Miles, so 🫡🩷 And I felt with the last one we had made a big jump from them being friends to moving in together soon.

[cheynovak]

Healing Bonds  

Dean Winchester x F/Reader Y/N   

Warnings: 18+, Emotional damage, sexual tension, smut, ...  

Side note: English isn’t my first language.  

I didn’t proofread, so I'm sorry for any mistakes.  

-- 

*Does not follow The SPN storyline * 

-- 

After an ugly fight with Sam, Dean decides to take a few days for himself and wounds up at Jody’s place. She introduced him to Y/N a work friend, Y/N is the new psychologist in town, who Jody working on a few cases together. 

Dean is hesitant to accept her help but can he resist her charm?  

--  

Dean’s boots crunched against the gravel as he approached Jody Mills' doorstep. The drive had been long, filled with the echoes of the fight he had with his brother. It felt like betrayal, leaving him alone. But Dean couldn’t stay holed up in the bunker any longer.  

Jody greeted him with a warm embrace, “There he is!” her motherly presence a balm to his troubled soul. She ushered him inside, concern etched into the lines of her face. Dean tried to mask his turmoil, but Jody saw through the facade with the sharp eyes of someone who had weathered many storms. 

“Dean,” she began gently, “I can see it in your eyes. What’s wrong?” - “Nothing, he tried to brush it off.” Her face let him know without any words she didn’t believe him.  

He shrugged his shoulder, avoiding her gaze. “Just a little disagreement with Sam. We’ll sort it out.” Jody didn’t press further, knowing Dean’s reluctance to open up. Instead, she steered the conversation towards lighter topics, hoping to ease the weight that hung between them. 

As Dean volunteer to help her with the dishes she saw an opportunity. “I know someone who might be able to help,” Jody said tentatively, breaking the uneasy silence that had settled over them like a shroud. 

Dean arched an eyebrow in question, his interest piqued despite himself. “Help with what?” 

“Your mental health, Dean,” Jody said softly. “I can see the toll this is taking on you. And I’m worried.” 

Dean’s defences went up immediately, his pride wounded by the implication that he couldn’t handle his own problems. “I don’t need a shrink, Jody. I’m fine.” But Jody wasn’t one to be swayed by bravado.  

“Dean, there’s no shame in seeking help when you need it. This psychologist, Dr. Y/L/N, she’s helped a lot of people deal with their demons. And I know she can help you too.” 

Dean scoffed, the bitterness of his resentment bubbling to the surface. “You think talking to some shrink is gonna fix everything? It’s not that simple, Jody.” 

“Maybe not,” Jody conceded, her voice steady with conviction. “But it’s a start. And you owe it to yourself to try.” He kept shaking his head, “I fight demons every day, the ones in my head are the least of my worries.”  

Jody watched him retreat, his footsteps echoing the weight of his burden with each resolute stride. She knew she couldn’t force him, but she refused to give in so easily.  

As Dean disappeared into the night for a walk, Jody busied herself with the remnants of their dinner. Thinking she had seen Dean weather countless storms, his resilience a testament to the strength that lay beneath his rough exterior. 

But this time he looked vulnerable in a way she had never seen before. With a heavy sigh, Jody reached for her phone, her fingers tracing the familiar contours of the device. 

It rang twice before a familiar voice answered, warm and comforting "Hey, Jody. What’s up?" Y/N’s voice filled the silence. "Hey, sweetheart," Jody said, her voice tinged with a weariness she couldn’t shake. "I was wondering if you were free tomorrow night. I thought maybe we could have dinner together." 

There was a pause on the other end of the line, “Jody are you ok? Is this a work thing or do you need someone to...” Jody quickly interfered “Oh no, no, nothing is wrong, just a dinner invitation.”  

"Of course, Jody," Y/N replied, her voice soft with empathy. "I’ll be there." 

As Jody hung up the phone, a flicker of hope ignited within her chest.  

The next night 

When Jody arrived home, her weary eyes softened at the sight before her. “Dean," she began gently, her voice a soothing balm to the ache that lingered in his soul. "What’s all this?" 

“I thought since you worked all day I could help around here. So, I made dinner.” He smiled like a little kid surprising his mom on mother's day. “Thats great, but we do need an extra plate.”  

Dean looked quizzed, “Y/N a work friend is joining us.” She smiles without giving much explanation. ”Do you want me to leave?” He asked. “Oh no, you’ll love her.” 

The bell rings Jody answers the door while Dean takes care of the table. 

As Jody ushered Y/N into the room, Dean's eyes flickered up from his plate, his gaze meeting hers in a moment of quiet appraisal. She looked like the typical rich girl next door.  

Her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, her outfit simple yet elegant in its understated charm. She was cute, he supposed, in a wholesome sort of way. A little nerdy, a little basic but cute. 

As Jody introduced them, she smiled warmly, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she extended a hand in greeting. 

"It's nice to meet you, Y/N," Dean said, his voice tinged with a hint of warmth that surprised even him. "The pleasure is all mine," Y/N replied, her tone genuine and kind as she returned his handshake with a gentle squeeze. 

As they settled into dinner, the conversation didn’t flow easily. An awkward silence hung heavy in the air.  

Y/N took a bite of the meal, her eyes widening in delight as she savoured the flavours that danced across her palate. "This is delicious," she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "You're quite the chef, Jody." 

Jody smiled, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes as she exchanged a knowing glance with Dean. "Actually, Dean made it," she replied, her voice tinged with pride. 

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, her gaze flickering to Dean with newfound appreciation. "Really?" she exclaimed. Dean shrugged, a hint of color rising to his cheeks at the unexpected praise. "Just trying to do my part," he mumbled, his voice tinged with modesty. 

While Jody opened a conversation with Dean which quickly turned to the familiar territory of cases and hunts, Dean's shoulders tensed, his jaw clenching with a palpable tension that hung in the air like a storm on the horizon.  

His eyes flickered over to Y/N, to warn Jody. "Y/N knows about the supernatural," she said to ease him. Dean's eyes widened in surprise, She does?" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief. 

Jody nodded, "Yes, Dean, I eh, helped her a few months ago with a shifter problem." Y/N smiled softly looking at her plate. “In return I see Claire and Alex monthly in my practice.”  

“P-practice?” Dean echoed, “Yeah, I’m a psychologist.” Dean’s eyes grew wide while he excused himself, asking if Jody could follow him to the kitchen. Not knowing Y/N would hear every word.  

“What is this Jody?” He asked with a slight anger in his voice. "You don't have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, Dean," she said softly. "You have people who care about you, people who can help." 

Dean's defences went up immediately, his instinct to protect those he cared about kicking into overdrive. "I can handle it, Jody," he insisted, his voice tight with emotion. "I always have." 

But Jody wasn't one to be swayed by bravado. "I know you can, Dean," she replied gently. "But that doesn’t mean it would be a bad thing to see a professional." 

 

Dean felt a surge of anger bubble up within him. He had always prided himself on his ability to shoulder the burden of his own struggles, to face the demons that haunted his mind.  

Jody watched him carefully, her eyes soft with concern as she sensed the storm that raged within his soul. "Dean," she began gently. But before she could finish her sentence. 

Dean's temper flared, his voice laced with venom as he lashed out with words born from pain and bitterness. "I don't need some shrink poking around in my head, Jody," he spat, his words cutting through the air like a knife. "I'm not broken, okay? I'm fine." 

His anger consuming him like a wildfire as he unleashed a torrent of pent-up frustration upon the woman who had become like a mother to him. "You think you know what's best for me, don't you?" he seethed, his voice rising with each word.  

"Well, newsflash, Jody—I don't need your pity, and I sure as hell don't need some quack telling me how to live my life." And with that, he stormed out of the kitchen. 

Alone at the table, Y/N listened in stunned silence. Dean's steps faltered as he emerged from the kitchen, his eyes meeting Y/N's across the room.  

And for a moment, he felt a flicker of shame wash over him—a realization of the hurtful words he had unleashed in a moment of anger. Without a word he reached for his coat and stepped out into the cool night air.  

Y/N and Jody heard the engine of the impala roar as he drove off in the night.  

-- 

As Jody and Y/N sat together in the quiet of the living room, the weight of Dean's turmoil heavy upon their hearts, Jody took a deep breath. She knew that Y/N would be able to understand the complexities of Dean's behaviour, the layers of pain and fear that lay beneath the surface of his bravado. 

"Y/N," Jody began gently, her voice tinged with compassion, "Dean's... you have to understand... he's been through a lot. He's carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, and sometimes, it's hard for him to see past his own pain." 

Y/N nodded in understanding, her expression thoughtful as she processed Jody's words. "I get that, Jody," she replied softly. "But if he doesn't want help, there's only so much we can do." 

Jody sighed, her heart heavy with the truth of Y/N's words. "I know," she admitted ruefully. "But that doesn't mean we stop trying. Dean may be stubborn, but maybe if I keep trying, he'll come around." 

"I'll do whatever I can to help, Jody," she said earnestly. "But ultimately, the decision is up to Dean. We can't force him.” Jody smiled softly, grateful for Y/N's unwavering support. "Thank you, Y/N," she said sincerely. 

-- 

The familiar growl of Baby echoing through the stillness of the night. Led Zeppelin blared from the speakers, the raw energy of the music a perfect match for the storm of emotions raging within him.  

His grip tightened on the steering wheel, knuckles white with tension, as he navigated the empty streets with a single-minded determination.  

Damn it, Jody, he thought bitterly, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. How could she do this to him? How could she put him on the spot like that, inviting Y/N over without even asking him first? It felt like a betrayal. 

But as he drove through the darkness, his thoughts tumbling in a chaotic whirlwind of anger and frustration, Dean couldn't shake the nagging feeling that maybe, just maybe, Jody was right.  

Maybe he did need help, maybe he couldn't do this alone anymore. But the mere thought of opening up to someone, of laying bare the darkest corners of his soul for all to see, filled him with a sense of dread so profound it threatened to swallow him whole. 

He pounded his fist against the steering wheel, the sound echoing through the car like a gunshot in the night. "Damn it, Dean," he muttered to himself, his voice thick with self-loathing. "Get it together." 

The town was cloaked in darkness as Dean parked Baby along the deserted street, the soft hum of the engine fading into the stillness of the night. He stepped out into the cool night air, the faint scent of rain lingering on the breeze as he made his way towards a nearby bench. 

He sank onto the wooden seat, the weight of his exhaustion settling upon him like a heavy blanket. Hours of driving had done little to quiet the storm of emotions that raged within him. 

Dean’s mind churned with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions as he sat on the bench, lost in the labyrinth of his own turmoil. The sound of a car pulled him from his thoughts. 

He glanced up to see Y/N's car pulling up beside him. He watched as she rolled down the window, her concern evident in the furrow of her brow. she called out softly, her voice carrying on the night breeze. "Are you okay?" 

Dean's initial reaction was defensive, “Just need some time alone sugar.” He clenched his jaw, his gaze hardening as he met Y/N's concerned eyes. 

Y/N's expression faltered at his response, "Okay," she said softly, her voice tinged with understanding. "Well, if you ever want to talk, I know a bar nearby..." 

Dean's walls wavered for a moment, a pang of guilt tightening his chest at the warmth in Y/N's offer. But before he could respond, his defences snapped back into place, his pride wounded by the vulnerability of her gesture. 

"Yeah, thanks," he muttered gruffly, “But I’m not one of your patients.”  

Y/N looked at him for a second, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. ”Well, I never said you were, besides, I don’t meet my patients in bars.” she rolled up the window and drove away. Alone once more, Dean felt a pang of regret twist in his chest.  

Only to see her parking her car down the road. “Are you coming?” She yelled while standing on the side of the road waving.  

-- 

He and Y/N stepped into the dimly lit bar, the low hum of conversation and the clink of glasses filling the air as they made their way to the counter. Dean's senses were assaulted by the familiar scent of whiskey and beer, the rhythmic beat of the music pulsing through the room like a steady heartbeat. 

Dean ordered their drinks, a whiskey for himself and a beer for Y/N. As they settled into an easy rhythm of conversation, the tension of earlier dissipating in the warmth of their shared company. Their shoulders brushing against each other every so often.  

As the night wore on and the drinks flowed freely, Dean found himself relaxing in a way he hadn't in months, the weight of his troubles easing with each sip of whiskey.  

And as he glanced over at Y/N, she did something unexpected, something that caught Dean off guard in the best possible way. She took off the jumper she was wearing only to reveal a white tank top.  

Dean's eyes widened slightly as Y/N leaned back, to reach up and let down her hair, the soft strands cascading around her shoulders.  

The movement causing her shirt to shift just so, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage beneath. For a moment, his breath caught in his throat, his heart skipping a beat at the unexpected sight before him. 

Mesmerized by her transformation, Dean couldn't help but feel a rush of heat flood his cheeks as he took in the sight of her. Gone was the shy, boring girl he had seen before, replaced instead by a woman with a seductive charm that left him utterly captivated. 

His gaze lingering on the gentle curve of her neckline, the soft swell of her breasts barely concealed beneath the fabric of her shirt. It was a subtle change, yet one that spoke volumes.  

As Dean's gaze lingered on Y/N's curves, his mind began to wander into forbidden territory, a rush of heat flooding his body as he entertained thoughts that had no place in their current conversation. He cleared his throat, attempting to push the inappropriate thoughts aside, but they stubbornly refused to be ignored. 

“What’s on your mind?” she asked seeing how Dean took a big sip. With a nervous chuckle, Dean leaned back against the bar, his voice laced with a hint of teasing as he attempted to lighten the mood.  

"You know, if I had a doctor as hot as you," he remarked with a playful grin, "I wouldn't mind scheduling weekly appointments." He immediately regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, a pang of guilt twisting in his chest at the realization of how inappropriate his comment had been.  

But before he could apologize, he saw the twinkle in Y/N's eyes, the playful glint that mirrored his own. She laughed softly, her cheeks tinted with a faint blush as she met his gaze with a knowing smile. "Careful, Dean," she replied, her voice tinged with amusement.  

"You might just end up needing therapy after all." His mouth went dry as she raised the bottle of beer to her lips, the cool glass pressing against her skin as she took a slow, deliberate sip. 

His gaze locked onto her lips, watching in silent fascination as they parted to allow the amber liquid to trickle down her throat, the movement hypnotic in its grace and sensuality. 

His breath caught in his throat as he imagined what it would feel like to taste the beer on her lips, to feel the warmth of her mouth against his own. "Yeah, you might be right about that," he whispered.  

Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine, a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins as she savoured the delicious tension that crackled between them. For a moment, it was as if they were the only two people in the world, lost in their own private bubble.  

But just as quickly as it had begun, the moment passed, broken by the sound of the bartender calling last call. Dean glanced at the clock, realizing with a start how late it had gotten. 

"Well, I guess that's our cue to call it a night," he said reluctantly. Y/N nodded, a smile playing at the corners of her lips as she slid off her stool.  

Dean walked Y/N to the wall outside the bar, their footsteps echoing in the quiet of the night as they came to a stop beneath the flickering streetlight.  

His heart pounded in his chest as he looked down at her, a mixture of longing and hesitation swirling in his gaze. “Let me drive you home.” 

As Y/N declined Dean's offer, insisting that her place was just a block away and she would walk, Dean felt a surge of protectiveness wash over him.  

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice laced with concern as he fell into step beside her, his footsteps matching hers with an easy rhythm. "I don't mind giving you a ride. It's late, and you never know what kind of creeps might be lurking around." 

Y/N smiled softly, her eyes warm with gratitude as she reached out to gently squeeze his arm. "I appreciate the offer, Dean," she replied, her voice tinged with amusement. "But I can take care of myself. Besides, a little late-night stroll never hurt anyone." 

"Okay, but if you need anything, you call me, alright?" he repeated softly, his voice tinged with emotion as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face. 

Y/N nodded, her eyes locked on his, her breath catching in her throat at the intensity of his gaze.  

"I will," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. 

And then, before she could say anything else, Dean leaned in closer, his lips gliding over hers in a silent caress. It wasn't a kiss, not really, just the barest brush of skin against skin, the faintest hint of warmth mingling between them. 

As Dean's lips hovered tantalizingly close to Y/N's, she felt a surge of conflicting emotions wash over her. But before she could voice her hesitation, Dean pulled away slightly, his eyes searching hers for any sign of regret or uncertainty. 

"It's not a good idea," Y/N whispered, her voice barely above a whisper as she struggled to articulate the thoughts that raced through her mind. "It's... inappropriate." 

Dean's brow furrowed in confusion, his expression clouded with uncertainty as he tried to make sense of her words. “I'm not your patient, Y/N" he protested softly, his voice tinged with hurt. 

Y/N shook her head, her gaze pleading as she reached out to gently touch his arm. "It's not that," she replied, her voice trembling with emotion. "It's... we're both... we're both too drunk. We might regret it later." 

Dean's heart sank at Y/N's words, a wave of hurt crashing over him as he struggled to process the implication behind her hesitation. He felt a surge of anger rise within him, his defences springing up in response.  

"Why?" he demanded, his voice tinged with bitterness as he met her gaze with a steely resolve. "Is it because I'm a lost cause? A fuck-up? Traumatized beyond repair?" 

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise at his outburst, her own emotions swirling in a tumultuous whirlwind of regret and frustration. "No, Dean, that's not what I meant," she protested, her voice trembling with emotion. 

But Dean wasn't listening, the weight of his own insecurities pressing down upon him like a suffocating blanket. "I get it," he muttered bitterly, his gaze flickering away as he turned to walk away. "I'm just a broken mess, right? Not worth anyone's time or affection." 

“You had time to study me in that bar right? That’s it.” Y/N's heart twisted with guilt at his words, "Dean, please," she pleaded, reaching out to grab his arm and turn him back towards her. "That's not what I meant at all." 

But Dean shrugged off her touch, he turned and walked away, leaving Y/N standing alone in the darkness.  

-- 

The next morning, Jody found Dean sitting at the kitchen table, his gaze fixed on a cup of coffee. She raised an eyebrow inquisitively as she poured herself a cup, taking a seat across from him. 

"Late night?" she asked with a smile, her tone light and teasing. 

Dean nodded, his expression unreadable as he took a sip of his coffee. "Yeah," he replied quietly. 

Jody's smile faltered as she noticed the tension in his demeanor, a frown creasing her brow as she studied him intently. "Everything okay?" she asked gently, concern lacing her words. 

Dean hesitated for a moment, "I'm not sure," he admitted finally, his voice barely above a whisper. Jody's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?" she pressed, her concern growing by the second. 

"I think I might have hurt her," he confessed, “Who?" she asked softly, reaching out to place a comforting hand on his arm. Dean shook his head, his gaze distant as he recounted the events of the previous night. “Y/N”  

“Y/N? No, I spoke with her, she said she is willing to help you if you are ready, she won’t push you into therapy.” Dean looked at her. “I saw her after diner, we eh, had a drink at the bar.”  

“Oh.” was all Jody could say. "I said some things," he admitted ruefully, his voice heavy with remorse. "Things I didn't mean."- “Why don’t you go talked to her?" she asked gently, her voice filled with compassion. 

Dean just nodded still looking at his coffee.  

--  

Y/N stood in her office, the faint sound of her patient's footsteps echoing through the room as he made his way out. She rubbed her temples, her head throbbing with the remnants of a hangover from the previous night. It had been a rough morning. 

As she glanced up, her gaze fell upon Dean standing in the waiting room, a hesitant expression on his face. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, a rush of conflicting emotions swirling within her.  

Part of her wanted to run to him, to throw herself into his arms and beg for forgiveness. But another part hesitated, afraid of what his presence might mean. 

She took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever might come next, before making her way out to greet him.  

"Dean," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. He turned to face her, his eyes searching hers with a mixture of hope and apprehension. "Hey," he replied. 

Y/N studied him for a moment, taking in the lines of exhaustion etched into his features, ”Everything ok?” She asked calm and professional.  

Dean seemed to choose his next words carefully. He interpreted her calmness as a boundary. “I eh, I think I want an appointment.” Y/N's heart sank at Dean's unexpected request, a surge of hurt and disappointment welling up inside her.  

She had hoped for reconciliation, "An appointment?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper as she struggled to make sense of his words. 

Dean nodded, his expression serious as he met her gaze with unwavering resolve. "Yeah," he replied evenly. "I think it's time I talked to someone about... everything." 

“Yeah sure. Eh, how about tomorrow around four?” Dean nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Ok, I’ll eh, I’ll be here.” - “Great.” Y/N said trying to hold back her sad sigh.  

As Y/N sat alone in her office during lunch, her thoughts swirling with a whirlwind of emotions, she couldn't shake the memory of the night before,the tension, the longing, the almost kiss that had hung between them like a fragile thread waiting to be broken. 

She knew she should be happy that Dean wanted to open up to her in a professional way, to seek help for the demons that haunted him day and night. And yet, a part of her couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment at the missed opportunity. 

Closing her eyes, Y/N took a deep breath, willing herself to push aside the thoughts and feelings, she had to focus on the present and the future, the opportunity to support Dean in whatever way he needed.  

-- 

As the clock struck four, Dean found himself standing outside her office, his heart pounding in his chest with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation that lay ahead.  

As he walked in her waiting room she just let out the last patient before him. ”Dean” she smiles soft, “Come on in.”  

Dean shifted uncomfortably on Y/N's couch, feeling out of place in the unfamiliar surroundings of her office. He ran a hand through his hair, his thoughts swirling with uncertainty as he struggled to find words. 

"I... I don't really know how this works," he admitted finally, his voice barely above a whisper. 

Y/N nodded understandingly, her gaze warm and compassionate as she met his eyes. "That's okay, Dean," she reassured him gently. "There's no right or wrong way to do this. Just take your time, and say whatever comes to mind." 

Dean nodded, taking a deep breath as he tried to gather his thoughts. "Okay," he said slowly, his voice thick with emotion. "I guess... I guess I should start with Sam." 

Y/N nodded encouragingly, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "That sounds like a good place to start," she replied softly. "Tell me about your brother." 

As Dean delved into his memories of growing up with Sam, his words flowed freely, each one carrying a weight of emotion that had long been buried beneath the surface.  

He spoke of their childhood, marked by loss after their mother's death, and the relentless training they endured at the hands of their father. 

"We were raised as soldiers," Dean murmured, his voice tinged with both pride and sorrow. "From the moment Mom died, Dad made sure we knew how to defend ourselves, how to survive in a world filled with monsters and demons." 

“It was my job to look out for Sam.” He looked at his hands. “So I did...” he smirks “I still do.” Y/N could see there was more to it than he talked about, but she kept quiet and nodded to him to keep talking. 

"I'm proud of Sam," Dean confessed, a hint of awe in his voice. "He's smart, you know? Smarter than I ever was. He could stand his ground against Dad, I never could, I eh, I always obeyed him.”  

"It sounds like you and Sam have been through a lot together," she remarked softly, her voice gentle and understanding. Dean nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yeah," he agreed quietly. "We have." 

When Y/N gently probed Dean about his rift with Sam, he felt a pang of discomfort tighten in his chest. "I left Sam for a while," he admitted, his voice laced with a mixture of regret and defiance. "We had a fight. It... it got ugly." 

Y/N nodded, her expression sympathetic as she reached out to offer him a comforting smile. "Do you want to talk more about that?" she asked softly, her tone gentle and non-judgmental. 

But Dean shook his head, his gaze flickering away as he struggled to find the right words. "Not right now," he replied quietly, his voice tinged with hesitation. "Maybe... maybe another time." 

Y/N nodded understandingly, respecting his boundaries as she shifted the conversation to safer territory. They spoke of hunting. The thrill of the chase, the rush of adrenaline, the satisfaction of knowing that they were making the world a safer place, one monster at a time. 

And as the session came to an end, Dean felt a sense of relief wash over him. He looked up at Y/N realising he had been looking at his hands and feet this whole time.  

“Same time next week?” She asked careful. Dean nodded before walking out the door, Y/N followed closely. He stopped abruptly and turned, his heart skipping a beat as he nearly collided with Y/N who was just about to leave her office. 

Their eyes met, a charged silence falling between them as they stood there, inches apart. Dean towered over her, his gaze intense as he searched her face. But all he found was a warmth that mirrored his own a connection that pulsed between them, drawing them closer with each passing moment.  

For a heartbeat, they stood there together, suspended in time and space, their hearts racing in tandem. And then, just as quickly as it had begun, the moment passed, broken by the sound of Dean's voice as he spoke softly. 

"Thank you," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "For everything." 

Y/N smiled up at him, her eyes shining with warmth and understanding. "You're welcome," she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Seeing how Dean turned around and walked out.  

-- 

As the weeks passed, Dean continued to show up to his appointments with Y/N, each session bringing them closer together as they delved deeper into the depths of his past that haunted him. 

With each passing week, Y/N caught glimpses of the man behind the mask—the vulnerability and pain that lay hidden beneath his tough exterior.  

And as their connection deepened, so too did their longing for each other, a silent undercurrent that pulsed between them with every shared glance and fleeting touch.  

They danced around the edges of their feelings, each too afraid to take that final leap into the unknown, too afraid of what it might mean for their fragile relationship. 

But last night, as Y/N drifted off to sleep, she found herself lost in a dream.  

A dream of Dean walking into her office, his eyes dark with desire as he crossed the room to stand before her. And then, without a word, he reached out and pulled her into his arms, his lips meeting hers in a heated kiss that left her breathless and wanting more. 

As she woke from the dream, her heart pounding in her chest, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of warmth that lingered on her lips, the memory of Dean's touch still fresh in her mind, as if it had been real.  

During their session, that day Y/N found herself unable to focus on Dean, her thoughts consumed by the vivid memory of her dream. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she struggled to regain her composure. 

Dean noticed her distraction, his brow furrowing in concern as he reached out to gently touch her arm. "Hey, is everything okay?" he asked softly, his voice filled with genuine concern. 

Y/N hesitated, her gaze flickering away as she tried to find the right words. But before she could respond, Dean spoke again, his tone gentle yet firm. 

"Maybe... maybe you need some time off," he suggested, his eyes searching hers with unwavering intensity. "You seem... distracted. And I don't want to add to your stress." 

“It’s my job Dean, I’m fine, just had a bad night.” Dean’s eyes searched hers. "How about dinner?" he suggested, his voice tinged with warmth. "With me, Jody, and the girls. We could use a night off, don't you think?" 

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the invitation, a rush of excitement coursing through her veins. "I would love that," she replied.  

-- 

Dean worked in the kitchen, preparing the dish he knew Y/N liked, the scent of savoury spices and herbs filled the air, mingling with the warm aroma of home-cooked food. Meanwhile, Claire and Alex bustled around the dining room, setting the table and arranging the plates and silverware with meticulous care. 

As they worked, they overheard Jody's comment "Dean, you’re smelling really good, But, eh, I’m sure Y/N will be impressed just by your food.” She joked.  

Claire and Alex couldn't help but exchange a knowing look, a silent acknowledgment of the budding attraction between their mom’s friend and the ruggedly handsome hunter. 

Claire smirked mischievously at Alex, a twinkle of amusement dancing in her eyes. "Looks like someone's got a crush," she teased, her voice barely above a whisper. 

Alex rolled her eyes playfully, but couldn't hide the hint of a smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. "Yeah, well, can you blame Y/N ?" she replied with a smirk of her own. "Dean's not exactly hard on the eyes." 

As Y/N walked into the room, all dressed up for the dinner, Dean's breath caught in his throat, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of her. She looked stunning, her hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders, her eyes sparkling with warmth and laughter. 

For a moment, Dean was speechless, his gaze locked on her with a mixture of awe and admiration. He couldn't tear his eyes away, couldn't find the words to express the rush of emotions that surged through him at the sight of her. 

Y/N smiled shyly, a blush rising to her cheeks under the intensity of Dean's gaze. 

"Hi," she said softly, her voice tinged with nervousness. "Hi," Dean replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure as he gestured towards the table. "Dinner's almost ready." 

They sat down to dinner, Dean couldn't tear his eyes away from Y/N, his gaze lingering on her with a mixture of awe and longing. He watched as she closed her eyes, tasting the flavours of his dish, a flush of heat spreading through him at the sight of her enjoyment. 

Dean focused all his attention on Y/N. He watched the way her lips curved into a smile as she savoured each bite, the way her eyes lit up with delight at the flavors dancing on her tongue. 

He felt like a teenager again, head over heels in love for the first time.  

As the dinner progressed, Jody pulled out the liquor, pouring drinks for everyone as they settled into conversation. Y/N engaged Claire in a discussion about hunting, asking questions and listening intently to her experiences, while also inquiring about Alex's work at the hospital.  

But no matter who she was talking to, her eyes kept wandering back to Dean, locking with his every few seconds. 

Dean, now feeling the effects of the alcohol, grew bolder with his looks. He couldn't help but feel like he was eye-fucking Y/N, his gaze lingering on her longer than necessary, his heart racing with a heady mix of desire and anticipation. 

Sensing the tension between Dean and Y/N, Jody glanced between them with a knowing smile. "Alright, you two," she said casually, rising from her seat. "Why don't you kids help me in the kitchen for a bit?" 

Claire and Alex exchanged a quick glance, catching on to Jody's subtle hint, before nodding in agreement and following her lead.  

Unable to resist any longer, Dean leaned in closer to Y/N, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he spoke. "You know, you look absolutely stunning tonight," he murmured, his words laced with a raw intensity that made Y/N's breath catch in her throat. 

Dean looked back at the kitchen noticing how the three women were listening to them. “Want to go outside for a bit?” Y/N immediately understood him.  

They stepped out onto the porch, the cool night air washing over them as they looked out into the darkness of the woods. A quiet serenity settled around them, broken only by the sound of their breathing.  

Feeling the weight of Dean's presence behind her, Y/N leaned back slightly, her body instinctively seeking his warmth and comfort. She felt his hands gently settle on her shoulders, his touch sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine. 

And then, in a voice filled with raw emotion, Dean spoke, his words echoing in the stillness of the night. "I can't stop thinking about you," he murmured softly, his breath warm against her ear, kissing the sensitive spot behind it. 

As Dean's words hung in the air, Y/N felt a surge of conflicting emotions wash over her. She closed her eyes, trying to steady her racing heart as she grappled with the weight of his confession. 

"This is wrong," she whispered, but Dean's response was immediate, his voice filled with determination. "You've said that before," he murmured softly, his breath heavy, placing kisses on her neck. "But I know what I want, Y/N.” he said in between kisses “And I want you." 

Y/N's heart clenched at his words, a mixture of fear and longing swirling within her. She knew the risks of giving in to their desires, of crossing that line. But in that moment, as she stood there in Dean's arms, she couldn't deny the pull of their connection.  

The magnetic force that drew them together, refusing to be ignored. She turned to face him, she looked into Dean's eyes, she saw the truth reflected back at her. The depth of his feelings, the sincerity of his words. 

With a trembling breath, Y/N leaned in closer to Dean, her lips brushing against his as she whispered, "I want you too." Before their lips meet.  

As their kiss deepened, Dean's hands found their way to Y/N's waist, pulling her closer to him with a gentle yet firm touch. He felt the fabric of her dress, wondering what her skin would feel like beneath his fingertips.  

Y/N's hands roamed over Dean's chest, tracing the contours of his muscles with a feather-light touch. She felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her palm, a comforting reassurance of the passion that burned between them. 

Their bodies pressed together, each movement synchronized as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment. Soft moans escaped their lips, mingling with the sound of their breathless gasps as they surrendered to the intoxicating pleasure of their embrace. 

Their hands tangled in each other's hair, fingers threading through the soft strands as they deepened their kiss even further. It was a dance of desire, a symphony of sensations that enveloped them in a whirlwind of passion and ecstasy. 

And as they finally broke apart, their chests heaving with exertion, Dean and Y/N found themselves lost in each other's gaze. With a soft smile he closed the space in between them again.  

As Dean's hand moved under Y/N's dress, his lips trailing along her neck with a hunger that threatened to consume them both, Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of desire coursing through her veins. She melted into his touch, her body responding instinctively to the warmth of his embrace. 

But as the intensity of their passion threatened to overwhelm her, a flicker of uncertainty crept into Y/N's mind. She couldn't shake the fear of being caught by Jody or the girls.  

"Dean," she murmured softly, her voice trembling with both desire and apprehension. "I... I don't know if we should..." Dean's lips silenced her words with a searing kiss. 

 

"Please," Dean whispered against her lips, his voice filled with longing. ”I need to feel you sweetheart.” His touch igniting a fire within her that burned hotter with each passing moment.  

But even as she melted into his embrace, Y/N couldn't shake the nagging worry that lingered at the back of her mind. Feeling Y/N's doubt weighing heavy in the air, Dean gently pulled back, his gaze searching hers with understanding. He knew that pushing her further in that moment would only add to her uncertainty. 

Instead, he looked around, his eyes landing on the Impala parked nearby. A spark of inspiration ignited within him, and he reached out to take Y/N's hand, intertwining their fingers as he led her towards the car. 

"Let's go for a ride," he suggested softly, his voice tinged with warmth and reassurance. 

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, but she nodded, a flicker of excitement dancing in her gaze. With Dean's hand in hers, she felt a sense of comfort and security wash over her, dispelling the lingering doubts that had clouded her mind. 

They climbed into the Impala, the engine roaring to life beneath them as Dean guided the car out onto the open road. Eventually, Dean pulled into an empty parking spot near the end of a park, the soft glow of the streetlights casting a warm golden hue over everything.  

He turned off the engine and turned to face Y/N, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Here we are," he said softly, his eyes shining with affection. "Just you, me, and the open road. No distractions, no worries. Just us." 

As the intimacy between them heightened in the confined space of the Impala, Dean closed the gap between them, his heart pounding in his chest with anticipation. He could feel the heat of his desire coursing through him.  

With a trembling hand, Dean reached out to cup Y/N's face, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek as he looked into her eyes. And then, unable to resist any longer, he leaned in closer, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss that left them both breathless. 

Y/N responded eagerly, her hands moving to tangle in Dean's hair as she deepened the kiss, her body pressing against his with a desperate need. Dean's hands roamed over her body, his touch igniting a fire within her that burned hotter with each passing moment. 

His fingers brushed over the curves of her breasts, the fabric of her dress a barrier between them that only served to heighten their desire. Dean could feel his arousal growing with each touch, his erection straining against his pants as he longed to feel Y/N's skin against his own. 

Their passion continued to build, the air around them thick with the heady scent of desire. Dean suggested, "Let's move to the back seat." 

Once settled in the spacious back seat, Dean's hands found their way to Y/N's waist, pulling her close as their lips met in another heated kiss. The back seat of the Impala became their private haven where they could freely explore the depths of their passion without fear of interruption. 

With a sense of urgency and longing, Dean's hands moved to the hem of Y/N's dress, fingers deftly working to pull the fabric upwards. As the dress slipped off her body, revealing her skin beneath, Dean's breath caught in his throat at the sight of her beauty laid bare before him. 

Leaning in closer, his lips pressed against the newly exposed skin, trailing a path of soft kisses along her neck and down her collarbone. Each touch was a tender caress. Taking his time.  

Y/N gasped softly at the sensation, her fingers tangling in Dean's hair as she pulled him closer, urging him on. The warmth of his lips against her skin sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her body, letting out a soft moan “Dean...”  

With trembling hands, Y/N reached out to Dean, her fingers working deftly to undo his clothing, her touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through him. 

As each piece of clothing fell away, Dean's skin tingled with anticipation, the warmth of Y/N's touch searing into his flesh.  

Her fingers traced the contours of his shoulders and back, leaving a trail of electric sensation. Dean's breath caught in his throat at the intimacy of their embrace, his heart pounding in his chest as he surrendered himself to the overwhelming passion that consumed them both. 

As Y/N felt Dean's arousal pressing against her wet core, a surge of desire pulsed through her, igniting a fiery need that demanded to be satisfied, a soft moan escaping her lips, she instinctively wrapped a leg around Dean's hip, pulling him closer, craving more of the feeling of him against her. 

Dean responded eagerly, his own desire burning bright as he pressed himself against Y/N, their bodies melding together in a primal dance of passion. The sensation of her warmth against his throbbing erection sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, heightening his arousal.  

Feeling her eager response, Dean's hand moved to the fabric of Y/N's panties, his fingers sliding between the soft material and her slick folds. With practiced skill, he teased and caressed her, his touch gentle yet firm as he ensured she was ready for him. 

Y/N's breath hitched at the sensation, a low moan escaping her lips as she surrendered herself to the pleasure of Dean's touch. Each stroke of his fingers sent sparks of ecstasy dancing along her skin.  

As Dean's fingers slid inside her, Y/N gasped at the exquisite sensation, her body responding eagerly to his touch. With each gentle stroke, she felt herself opening up to him, her walls tightening around his fingers in a delicious embrace. 

And as he curled his fingers upwards, seeking out her most sensitive spots, Y/N's breath hitched in her throat, a surge of pleasure coursing through her at the exquisite sensation. 

Her back arched instinctively, pressing herself against him as she surrendered herself to the overwhelming feeling. Dean's movements were slow and deliberate, each stroke sending waves of ecstasy crashing over her.  

With each curl of his fingers, Y/N felt herself teetering on the edge of oblivion, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their connection. As Y/N spiralled over the edge of ecstasy, waves of pleasure crashing over her in a tidal wave of sensation.  

She felt Dean's smile against her neck a silent testament to his pride in bringing her to such heights of pleasure.  

Her moans filled the air, mingling with the sound of their ragged breaths as Dean continued to work her with skilled precision, his fingers coaxing every last ounce of pleasure from her trembling body. 

And as Y/N slowly came down from her euphoric high, her senses still tingling with the echoes of her orgasm, never did she have a mind-blowing orgasm like this before.  

As Dean kissed her lips with a hunger that mirrored his own, with trembling hands, she reached down, her fingers trailing over his length, coating his arousal with her own wetness. 

Dean's reaction was immediate, a low groan escaping his lips as he felt the slick heat of her arousal against his skin. His body trembled with anticipation, Dean guided himself towards her entrance, his movements slow and deliberate as he pressed against her, seeking entry into her warmth.  

And as he finally entered her, he felt a rush of ecstasy wash over him, a feeling of completeness that could only be found in the arms of the woman he loved. With each thrust, each gasp of pleasure that escaped their lips, Dean and Y/N surrendered themselves completely to each other.  

As their bodies moved together in a frenzy of passion and desire, Dean's voice filled the air with a raw intensity, his words laced with a primal hunger that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through Y/N's veins. 

"You feel so damn good," he murmured, his voice husky with desire as he thrust into her again and again. "So tight and wet for me. God, I can't get enough of you." 

Y/N's breath hitched at his words, a surge of arousal flooding through her at the sound of his deep voice in her ear. She clung to him desperately, her nails digging into his skin as she surrendered herself completely to the overwhelming pleasure.  

Dean's words became more urgent, more desperate, as he drove himself deeper into her, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy crashing over them both. "You like that, huh?" he growled, his voice filled with primal need. "You like it when I fuck you like this, don't you?" 

Y/N's moans filled the warm air, her voice a sweet symphony of pleasure as she cried out Dean's name. The sound sent a jolt of raw desire coursing through him, igniting a primal hunger that threatened to consume him whole. 

Dean's thrusts became wilder, more frenzied, as he drove himself deeper into her, chasing after the sweet release that awaited them both. "Again," he growled, his voice thick with need. "Louder, baby. Moan my name again." 

Y/N complied eagerly, her voice ringing out in the night as she cried out his name. Each moan sent shockwaves of pleasure reverberating through Dean's body, driving him to the brink of madness with desire. 

Their movements became sloppy, erratic, as they surrendered themselves completely to the overwhelming passion that consumed them. Y/N's nails dug into Dean's skin, leaving behind a trail of fiery sensation as she urged him on with her touch. 

As their bodies reached the pinnacle of pleasure together, Dean and Y/N were consumed by a wave of ecstasy that left them both trembling in its wake. Their cries of pleasure mingled in the air, echoing off the walls of the car as they surrendered themselves completely to the overwhelming sensation of release. 

Locked in a passionate embrace, their eyes met in a moment of pure connection, each seeing the reflection of their own pleasure mirrored in the other's gaze. In that instant, time seemed to stand still as they basked in the shared bliss of their union, their hearts beating as one in perfect harmony. 

Dean and Y/N held onto each other tightly, their bodies still quivering with the aftershocks of their climax. And as they gazed into each other's eyes, they knew that they had found something true.  

As they bodies lay tangled on the backseat of the car, Deans hand moved circles on her back. Her cheek placed against his chest, hearing his steady heartbeat.  

“What are you thinking about?” She asked him, looking up into his beautiful eyes. A soft grin appeared. “That I need face Jody.” a soft chuckle leaves her lips. Her finger traced his chest.  

“You know, you can stay with me tonight if you want.” His eyes grew wide while he looked down at her. “Worry about Jody in the morning.” she added. 

Dean’s lips curl into a mischievous smile. “Are you sure? Because you’re kinda breaking your law here.” Y/N didn’t immediately understood him. “Sleep with your patient, very unprofessional doc.” he said while pulling her closer to him.  

“Well, mister Winchester, I think you’re making excellent progress.” She kissed his lips slowly yet deep. “Meeting new people.” Another kiss. “Building some sort of relations.” a kiss on his neck “Allowing yourself to be... close to someone.”  

Her teeth scraped against his neck. “Oh yes, you are making one hell of a progress. I’m proud of you.” Dean’s tongue wets his lips. “I think I still need some more practise on the being close thing. You know.” He said flirty.  

Deans hand pulls her up by the back of her neck, moving her position so she is straddling him. Right before he kisses her lips he whispers. “Maybe I should come home with you. So you can... teach me some more.”  

“Deal.”   

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Here is my new SoapGhost+AleRudy fic.

Ghost and Soap are on leave in Mexico, and on the last day, Alejandro gives Simon some advice that leads to an unexpected result. 1735 words.

The hot Mexican sun began to sink towards the sunset, painting the endless sky in hundreds of shades of red and orange. It was still light, but garlands of multi-colored lanterns were already lit above the tables and the bar outside. There was nothing but desert and hills around, but Ghost, who sat at the counter with Alejandro, knew that Monterey was somewhere to the south and the US border to the north. This complex was about halfway between them: an indoor restaurant, an outdoor bar with music to dance to, a truck stop, and a small motel. Truckers, bikers, and tourists traveling to Mexico by car, as well as smugglers and bandits stopped here for to rest. The the latter, however, were especially quiet today because Los Vaqueros, led by their commander, Colonel Alejandro Vargas, as well as two members of TF 141—Lieutenant Riley and Sergeant MacTavish—were resting here. 

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“It’s good that you came to us on leave.” Alejandro said, taking his glass of whiskey.

“Yeah.” Ghost answered, smoking his cigarette. “Thank you for inviting us. And for this party.”

“It was Rudy’s idea.” The colonel smiled a little crookedly. “Like you, I’m not too fond of it all, but it doesn’t hurt for the boys to have a little fun.”

“Looks like they’re really having fun.” The lieutenant said, glancing at the dance floor.

Several Vaqueros crowded around Rudy and Johnny, who were dancing to some Mexican song. They were holding beer bottles and laughing merrily as they moved quickly and rhythmically, one opposite the other. Ghost involuntarily stared at how easy and casual Soap was dancing. The lieutenant didn’t know if Johnny learned it somewhere or if it was a natural ability, but it was impossible not to admire the way he moved his hips. Rodolfo, however, was no worse, and two sergeants seem to be having a dance battle to the whistles and cheers of the Vaqueros. If someone were to look at Riley and Vargas sitting behind the counter now, they couldn’t help but notice how identical their gazes were, directed at the dancers. They were full of tenderness, warmth, and love that were not characteristic of these tough and harsh warriors.

Alejandro twirled in his fingers the wedding ring that hung on a chain around his neck, along with his dog tags. Simon smiled quietly, shaking the glass in his hand in time with the music.

“Hey, Lt.!” Johnny turned and waved at Ghost, then went back to dancing.

Simon’s smile grew wider; then he suddenly sighed and sipped his whiskey. Alejandro looked at him with a slight frown and asked:

“What’s wrong, hermano*?”

Ghost didn’t answer immediately. He looked at Johnny and Rudy, sighed again, and reached into his jeans pocket, touching something that was lying there.

“I wanted to propose to him while on this leave.” He said it quietly. “But somehow there was no right moment, you know.”

The colonel raised his eyebrow in surprise, not imagining that Riley could be so indecisive. However, then he remembered how he hesitated himself, how he waited for the best moment, and how, as a result, everything turned out completely differently than he had planned. He began to talk about how any moment was right for soldiers like them because their lives were unpredictable and could end at any second. Ghost listened to him, but then the shouts and laughter from the side of the dance floor grew louder, and they both turned their gazes there again.

The music changed, and Soap, cheered by the delighted audience, jumped onto the table. Smoothly swaying his hips, he slowly took off his T-shirt and started twirling it over his head. Rodolfo stared at Johnny for a few seconds. Then he joined and started to move in time with Soap, undoing the buttons on his cowboy shirt.

Alejandro put down his glass and stood up, frowning. Ghost followed his example. They looked at each other and made a determined move to the dance floor to stop their partners, who had crossed all boundaries of decency. At least, the colonel thought that was what they were going for, but the lieutenant had other plans. He walked slowly, clutching the object in his pocket with his fingers, and meanwhile, Alejandro was already at the table, extending his hand to Rudy.

“Hey, cowboy,” he said, smiling, “why don’t you come with me?”

“So, Ale?” Fired up by the dance, Rodolfo, in his unbuttoned shirt, laughed merrily and took the colonel’s hand extended to him. “Do you have a stallion that I need to ride?”

The Vaqueros let out a restrained chuckle, enjoying the sight. Alejandro’s gaze became absolutely mad, and Rudy finally jumped off the table, holding onto his hand. Whispering something in the colonel’s ear, the Vaqueros sergeant dragged him to the motel to the applause of their soldiers. Ghost noticed the same chain with dog tags and a wedding ring as Alejandro’s around Rudy’s neck.

“And what aboot ye, Lt.?” Soap’s voice snapped Ghost out of his thoughts, and he looked at his sergeant, who continued. “Dae ye want a private dance tae?”

He smiled and tossed his T-shirt into Simon’s hands; the Vaqueros exchanged glances, anticipating the show to continue.

“Actually, I want something else.” Ghost said. “I want you to marry me, Johnny.”

There was silence after these words. Everyone held their breath, and Lieutenant Riley pulled out a wedding ring from his pocket and handed it to Sergeant MacTavish.

Johnny, half-naked and standing on the table, suddenly felt awkward. He had imagined this moment many times, but he was sure that Simon wasn’t ready for such a serious step. And so, it turned out that the lieutenant wasn’t just ready but also completely disregarded the situation and the audience.

“Is that... a proposal?” Soap asked quietly, and a blush covered his cheeks.

“Negative.” Ghost answered firmly. “It’s an order!”

“Well… So aye, sir!”

Johnny reached out, and Simon put the ring on his finger before lifting him off the table, grabbing him by the waist, and kissing him passionately to the whistles and cheers of the Vaqueros. 

The party continued, but without Ghost and Soap. They went to their room, which was next door to Alejandro and Rudy’s, to celebrate their engagement, just the two of them. They took a bottle of whiskey but didn’t even touch it; as soon as the door closed behind them, Johnny pressed his whole body against Simon, kissed him again, and pulled him into bed.

It was dawning when Soap finally fell asleep. Tired and happy, he lay naked with his arms and legs spread out so he occupied almost the entire wide double bed. Ghost could move him and lie down too, but instead he covered Johnny with a thin blanket and leaned down, kissing his temple. Then he pulled on his jeans and balaclava and left the room, clutching his cigarettes.

It was very quiet around: the music wasn’t playing, the bar and dance floor were empty. The dawn sun painted the sky a soft pink in the east, while it was still dark above the lieutenant’s head. He lit his cigarette, took a long drag with pleasure, and, unusually for him, a warm and joyful smile appeared on his lips.

Not so long ago, Ghost thought that he would never be able to feel happy again. The terrible trials that befell him didn’t let him go even in his sleep, and he learned to live with them until a ray of sunshine called Johnny MacTavish appeared in his gloomy life. His warmth and irresistible cheerfulness melted the ice that bound Lieutenant Riley’s wounded heart; now he could feel joy, smile, and love again.

The door’s creak and footsteps distracted Ghost from his thoughts. He tensed, but immediately relaxed again when Alejandro sat next to him on the stairs and also lit a cigarette.

“Can’t sleep?” The colonel asked.

“Yeah, something like that.” Ghost smirked, glancing at Alejandro slyly. “I followed your advice.”

“What advice?” Alejandro raised his eyebrow.

“I proposed to Johnny.” The lieutenant said. “Didn’t wait any longer. And he said ‘yes’.”

“You what?” The colonel stared at Ghost, forgetting about the cigarette in his fingers. “When?!”

Riley briefly told when and how everything happened, and Alejandro laughed. Then he stopped abruptly, looked at the lieutenant again, and shook his head.

“What?” Ghost asked. “You said that every moment is good for this, aren’t you?”

“Yes, but not this moment!” Alejandro exclaimed. “Not the moment when your boyfriend is dancing striptease on the fucking table! However, never mind. ‘m happy for you, hermano!”

“Thank you.” The lieutenant nodded and stood up. “See you later.”

Alejandro waved and lit another cigarette.

Ghost quietly returned to the room. It was hot here despite the open window, and Johnny managed to throw off the covers. Looking at him tenderly, the lieutenant took off his boots and jeans, adjusted his balaclava, and lay down. Soap didn’t wake up but stirred, clinging to Ghost and wrapping his arms and legs around him. It was even hotter that way, but Simon knew it was impossible to push Johnny away, and he didn’t really want to. Smiling, he kissed the sergeant’s sweaty temple through his balaclava and closed his eyes.

Rodolfo hadn’t been sleeping so soundly, so when Alejandro entered the room, he opened his eyes and lifted himself up on his elbows.

“Where have you been?” He asked, yawning.

“Smoked.” Alejandro answered and smiled. “I met Ghost and he told me that he proposed to Soap when we went away. Can you imagine it?”

Rudy opened his mouth, really trying to imagine, then laughed, shaking his head.

“I’d like to see how they’ll tell their children about it, if they ever have them.” He said it cheerfully and continued, trying to copy Sergeant MacTavish’s Scottish accent. “Well, yer dad proposed tae me while I was standing half-naked oan th’ table where I’d been dancing after drinking tequila ‘n’ beer.”

“That sounds terrible.” Alejandro laughed, taking off his clothes.

He lay down, hugging Rudy, who rested his head on the colonel’s shoulder, fingers fumbling for the wedding ring on the chain around his neck.

“Te amo mi corazón.**” Alejandro whispered. “Let’s get some sleep.”

Rodolfo smiled happily, closing his eyes, and they quickly fell asleep to rest before returning to their hard but much-needed work. 

*Hermano (Spanish) – brother

**Te amo mi corazón (Spanish) – I love you, my heart

[madi-writes-things]

Nobody Pt. 6

(C.Sturniolo X Reader)

Summary:

Chris and Y/N never seemed to get along, but sometimes help comes from the most unexpected places

Word Count: 1,318

TW:MASSIVE WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER!!! (TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF, MY WRITING IS NOT WORTH YOUR HEALTH), Cursing, SH (not in detail, but it is talked about), Blood, Panic Attacks, Hurt Comfort, SUI ATTEMPT, Crying, Really Depressing, lots of POV swaps, Not Edited

A/N: Thank you for all of the support that I’ve been getting for this story, this chapter is really heavy… PROCEED WITH CAUTION. Please do not read if it will negatively impact your health, this story on tumblr is not worth it. I’ll put a brief summary at the beginning of the next chapter, for those who need to skip. This is probably the worst that it will get. Love you guys so much 🥰

-Madi <3

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Y/N’s POV

I woke up to Chris wrapped around my waist, just like I had for the last seven months. I don’t know how much longer I can handle this facade, but I also don’t know if I can let it go. The worst part is that I can’t even vent to my best friend, seeing as he is the cause of this whole situation. I stare down at Chris, his hair is so soft. I feel the burn of tears in my eyes, trying best to stop them from falling. Failing miserably.

My sniffles cause Chris’s to lift his head up to look at me. “What’s wrong?” I tell him it’s nothing, not a big deal. I can tell he doesn’t believe me, he sits up looking deep into my eyes. “You can tell me anything Y/N, you don’t need to feel embarrassed or anything.” I just cry harder. He pulls me into his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around me as I burrow my face into his shoulders.

we stay like that for an indeterminate amount of time. I cry until I physically can’t anymore, Chris doesn’t make me explain myself.

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Chris’s POV

I barely sleep anymore.

Y/N has been drifting away for months now, and it scares the shit out of me. I’m scared that if I fall asleep she’ll sneak past me and relapse. I can’t imagine what I would do if I lost her, I don’t know who I would be.

I’m scared to leave her alone, to the point that I don’t even want to leave her to go film with my brothers. The fans have commented on how many videos we’ve made at our house, rather than our usual car videos. I just tell Matt and Nick that I feel bad leaving her alone without us.

I knew it was a mistake to leave her alone tonight, but the fans were getting suspicious. We made the decision not to tell the fans, since we didn’t plan for this charade to go on for so long. I don’t know if I can end it, I’m too in love with her to imagine laying in an empty bed again.

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Y/N’s POV (start of the really bad stuff)

The guys left to film a car video, it’s been months since they did that. I haven’t been alone long enough to think about relapsing, but sitting alone in Chris’s room, the feeling of loneliness is crushing me.

I need to distract myself. Chris would be so disappointed in me if I didn’t, and I can’t call him while he’s recording. I’ll cook myself something for dinner, the guys will be happy to eat when they get home.

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Dinner came and went, and I still didn’t feel better. I was scared to call Chris, I didn’t want to bother him and his brothers. It was a mistake.

I stare down, my legs tore to shreds and the wounds on my wrists, I need help. I don’t think I really want to die, I was just overwhelmed. I can’t let them find me dead. I can’t make them hurt the same way that I have. I need to call someone.

I each for my phone, trying desperately to open it. The blood on my hands makes everything harder, but I can’t get up to get a towel. If I stand up I’ll surely pass out. I’m already lightheaded, just hoping that Chris answers my call.

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Chris’s POV

I’m laughing with my brothers and I don’t notice it at first. A small buzz in my pocket. There it is again. As soon as I pull it out I panic.

LOML 🥰 CALLING… ✅ ❎

“Guys! Stop talking real quick.” I immediately press the answer button. “Baby… is everything okay?”

No response. Fuck.

“Matt we need to go home.” He gives me a worried look, but before he can say anything I’m talking into the phone again. “Baby, I need you to talk to me… tell me everything is okay.”

there’s a second before she responds, I can tell that she’s been crying based on the sniffles from her end. “I fucked up Chris.”

My heart drops.

“go faster Matt!” Fuck. “What happened, I need you to tell me what you did!” I don’t mean to yell, but I’ve never been more scared in my life.

“I don’t want to die…” No. This isn’t real. It cant be.

“You aren’t going anywhere, I promise.” I quickly turn to nick and tell him to get 911 on speed dial. “Please just keep talking to me, I need to hear your voice.”

Matt breaks multiple laws in an attempt to get home, but I don’t notice. My whole focus is on keeping Y/N talking. When we get home we all rush upstairs.

“Nick, go sit in the loft.” He looks offended when I say it. “She wouldn’t want you to see her like this, I don’t think she’d ever forgive me if I let you.” He stays where he is. “Please Nick!” My voice cracks as I say his name. He leaves with tears In his eyes.

“Matt I need you to get the first aid kit from under her bed, it should have everything I need.” With that I open the door to the bathroom.

the scene in front of me is like something straight out of a horror film. I can’t even tell where the blood is coming from. I immediately rush to her side.

“I’m so sorry… I tried to distract myself, I promise.” She’s rambling, but I don’t mind. I’m trying so hard not to cry, but she looks so pale.

“don’t apologize, I’m not mad, nobody is mad” it doesn’t stop the tears, she’s still a sobbing mess beneath me.

Matt returns with the kit, clearly distraught. “It’s okay Matt, it doesn’t look like she needs stitches.” He looks frozen in place, and his breathing is erratic. Shit. “Go sit with nick… she’s going to be okay.” After a few moments he finally pulled himself out of the doorway.

by the time I’m done cleaning her up, Y/N’s tears have dried up. “You don’t need stitches…” I stare at the deep lines that run across each wrist. “But it would make the scars smaller, so you want to go to the hospital?”

“NO!” She’s shaking her head violently. “Please don’t make me go, they’ll take me away again!” I can see the tears forming again.

“ok, we don’t have to go.” I grabs the butterfly bandages, and start pulling the skin together, before tightly wrapping it with gauze. She’s more covered in gauze wrapping than actual clothes at this point. I carry her to my room and get her changed, before taking her to the loft.

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Y/N’s POV

Chris changed me, being very gentle around my gauze, and then he set me down on the loft couch next to Nick and Chris. I hear him mumble something about them staying with me while he cleans up.

I can see the relief in Nicks eyes when he sees that I’m alive, Matt just locks eyes with me and leaves. I never meant to upset him, but I can’t seem to find the tears for it right now. I fall into nicks chest and he just holds me.

I tell Nick everything. The relapse. The fake dating ruse. The fact that I really do love Chris.

He just tells me that it’s okay. He promises me that he’s not mad.

Once Chris is done cleaning the bathroom floor, he takes me to lay down in his bed. He’s so gentle when he snakes his arms around me, careful not to hit my arms or legs.

“I told Nick…” he just stares into my eyes. “You don’t have to pretend to love me anymore, there’s no point in lying anymore.”

“who said I was pretending?”

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@unbruisable @bernardsbendystraws @sturniolo-fann

[bethecliche]

best friends l steve harrington x f!original character

summary: it is very difficult to be in love with your best friend and feel jealous every time another boy approached. masking his feelings with arrogance and dating other girls to forget her, steve reached his limit. word count: 3.9k content: female reader (no mention of genitalia), no mention of skin color (but mention of hair color), no use of y/n, non canon

In Steve's mind, he never had a chance for romance. At least not when it came to Nicole.

He had been in the girl's hands for a long time, he would do anything and more for her, everything. This included carrying her backpack with the excuse that she was too weak for the weight or sitting in the backseat of Keith's car because he knew she hated feeling left out of the conversation going on in the front seat. He also offered her his coat every time they went out with the excuse that her health was shit and she could get sick easily, when in reality he just wanted to see her wearing his clothes (and not get sick, of course). Although his attitudes were somewhat affectionate, she didn't seem to notice the signs.

They remained in a flirtatious relationship, always close to each other, even when nothing was happening. Of course he preferred them to be together, but he didn't have the courage to open his heart to another girl only to be rejected again. This dynamic was comfortable for Steve for months, however, he had to admit that lately seeing so many interactions between the blonde and his best friend made his fists clench.

The Incredible Q (short form Incredible Quartet, as they liked to call the group) was extremely functional. Steve and Robin were the unbeatable duo and they were more than happy when they met Keith and Nicole working at Family Video. The girls became close very quickly, while with Steve, he created a love-hate friendship with the blondie. He never interpreted the other pair's friendship as something more. For Steve, Keith and Nicole were like him and his lesbian best friend: it would never happen, they just got along really well.

Despite this, everything has changed in recent weeks. Keith was planning to work as a lifeguard over the summer and invited her to join him, which she agreed to immediately. The two were also always at the counter together, exchanging secret matters. It even got to the point where customers commented that the two were very cute together and made a great couple. He would be a liar if he said he wasn't bothered by it.

Today, in particular, this was clearer. The foursome had agreed to watch a movie at Keith's house and nothing bothered Steve more than the two of them talking during the entire plot being shown on television. They always did this, they always needed to analyze action films and plot their escapes in horror films, as well as incorporating each character's personality to decide whether or not to root for them. For whatever reason, that was not the case of the day. Nic was distant and barely opened her mouth to participate in the conversation. In Steve's mind, she was angry about something and in order not to be talking to her friends, one of them had to have done something and he was shaking his foot nervously thinking about what it could have been.

Nic sat on the floor with her knees drawn up to her chest, frowning as a murder scene played on the television. It seemed to be an important scene for understanding the movie, but Steve wasn't able to watch it, as it meant taking his eyes off the girl and having to focus on something that wasn't her. Could he have done something wrong to upset her? He talked nonsense all day long, he never got tired of being the group's comedian with his unwanted and off-key comments, but she was used to it... wasn't she? Nothing ever made her so angry that she was cold and distant. It was as if she was isolating herself from him on purpose. But why would she do such a thing?

“It's almost nine o'clock, Steve.” Keith said slowly, so distracted by the movie that he didn't bother to look in his friend's direction. “Didn't you need to be with the chosen girl of the night around this time?”

Looking at his wristwatch, Steve stretched his arms and glanced at Nic, trying to see if she was interested in the side conversation and the answer was no, she wasn't. Her eyes were focused exclusively on the television, not moving an inch since the last time he looked at her. For a moment, Steve remained motionless, waiting for someone to do or say something else. Maybe ask him to stay or make a joke, but the friends remained quiet. He sighed and got up from the floor where he was, wiping the back of his pants.

“Yeah, cool. I'm leaving now.” He said. “We’re going to the drive-in, I think I have a chance to make out with her.”

This was supposed to be a joke, something to lighten the mood or at least make Nic smile while rolling her eyes, but all the girl did was continue to be distracted by A Nightmare on Elm Street 2 playing in the back of the room, a new release that Robin snuck in from the video store.

“Have manners, asshole. The girls are here.” The boy rolled his eyes and Robin continued speaking with a jocular smile. “And if Chloe has a brain, I doubt she'll come up with anything involving you. I'll be impressed if she shows up.”

“Hilarious, Robs.” He pretended to laugh. “Do you need anything before I leave?”

Steve said half-heartedly wanting to stay. Keith raised his finger asking him to be quiet for a minute, paying attention to the exact moment he could pause without disturbing the immersion of the film. After the scene cooled down, he turned to his friend.

“Why would we need anything from you?”

“I don't know, man..” Steve shrugged, a little uncomfortable with his hands in his jeans pocket without looking directly at anyone. “I can bring some water, get more beers, make more popcorn…”

“We're good, Steve. You can enjoy the night your way.” Keith turned his attention to the TV and put his arm around Nicole, who rested her head on his shoulder.

“If you want privacy, just say it. I even give you some of my condoms, if you're going to use them, of course.” As if a demon had possessed his body, Steve began the greatest nonsense he could say with mockery in his voice. What was a joke in his head came out much more offensive than he expected. “Just don't do anything in front of Rob, she could be traumatized.”

“Fuck you, man.” Robin, who was lying on Keith’s bed, threw a pillow at the tall man. “Just get out of here and don't do anything stupid today, you hear?” She took a quick look at her friends sitting on the floor, who chose to ignore Steve in favor of peace. She knew what was wrong with her friend and wanted to make sure Steve didn't make the same mistake with another girl.

“Me?” He placed his hand on his chest, pretending to be offended. “I would never do something like that!”

Once again, he waited to see if anyone —especially Nic— would say anything. Anything. A goodbye or see you later, at least, but when he saw that wasn't going to happen, Steve rolled his eyes and left the house in long strides.

“Are you okay?” Asked Rob, getting out of bed and pausing the film to support her friend. Keith tried to calmly stroke her hair, showing that he was there for her.

The two of them were the only ones in the world who knew her true feelings towards Steve. Keith, as a great friend, noticed that she was enchanted as soon as the boy started working with them. Shortly thereafter, Robin caught her admiring him on her lunch break and connected one dot to the other. She didn't need to admit her feelings out loud, they were very clear and, like fate, her friends tried to protect her from the foolish things Steve did, especially not engaging when it came to the boy's love life, something she didn't like to know at all.

“Nic, how will he know how you feel if you never tell him? It's better than staying like this.”

“Hell, K. As if it were as easy to do as it is to say, don't you think?” The tears began to accumulate more in her eyes and she finally let out her tears in her friend's arms. “This idiot has a different girl drooling over him every day of the week. What can I do? Show up with a ring declaring my crush while he's there sticking his tongue down Saturday's girl's throat? I mean, does he need to show off the way he just did? This drives me crazy.”

“The atmosphere became very tense today, very quickly. Didn't you notice there was something strange? He acted more of a jerk than he usually does.”

“It's getting harder and harder to be around him... I've been thinking about taking a break from Family Video, you know.”

The two looked in shock and started talking over each other about how she shouldn't make that mistake.

“I need to go to the bathroom, like, now, but just wait, we'll have a serious talk about how you can't quit your job because of a boy. Especially for an idiot like our friend!” Rob ruffled the blonde's hair in a friendly way before running out of the room.

Nic nodded and got up from the floor, walking to the bedroom window to get some fresh air. Keith followed, smiling awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

“Hey, Harrington is a fucking idiot who doesn't see what's an inch from his own face.” He murmured, placing his hands on her face to wipe away her tears. She didn't always get to see Keith's loving side, so she took advantage of his friend's affection in his moment of weakness, letting go of his hands to hug him tightly.

“I can't take this anymore, liking him hurts too much. I need to move on before it hurts me more and damages our friendship.” Nic said between sniffles. “I swear, if he-”

“Wow!” Steve's voice echoed in the room and the two friends quickly separated. Nic turned her back so Steve wouldn't see the tears and her red eyes. “You two are fast, huh? I think you should go to the drive-in too, if you're looking for that much privacy… You waited until Rob left the room, didn't you?”

Nic rolled her eyes and went towards the bed, to sit away from the two. How audacious that stupid boy had to ruin the moment between friends.

“Hey, you don't need to be so ashamed, so shy.” He raised his hands in a sign of redemption. “I didn't want to interrupt you.”

“You didn't interrupt a damn thing and you know it. What are you doing here, anyway?” Keith complained.

“Made the girl give up? Five minutes seems to be the new record for how long someone can last being around you.” Murmured Nic. She didn't want him to notice her comment, but she also didn't want to stop speaking her mind.

“I forgot my wallet, hothead.” He went to Keith's nightstand, putting his wallet back in his pocket and while heading back to the door, he stopped in front of Nicole. “And what's your problem today? Are you having PMS? Or did you happen to fail to catch the attention of someone on the football team today?”

“Harrington, seriously, man. You're not being funny today and it's best to keep quiet while we're still cool.” The taller one warned, taking the remote control to play back the movie and distract his best friend.

“No, Keith, I want to know what her problem is. I'm curious to know why she has to treat me like shit all day long.”

"You know what? Enjoy your date, asshole." She grabbed her bag from the corner of the bed and stood up, looking Steve straight in the eyes. "I hope today's STI is different from the ones you may already have."

Steve watched in complete confusion as the girl left, but before he could follow her and continue to insist on the obvious problem, Keith pushed him to the other side of the room. A long, deep and heavy sigh escaped the taller's lips when he had to, once again, pause the movie. His eyes twitched with irritation and his arms crossed his chest in anger.

“I just wanted to watch the fucking movie. Is that too much to ask?” As soon as he finished the sentence, Rob returned to the room asking why Nicole had left suddenly.

“What's her deal?” Steve asked, ignoring their comments.

“‘What's her deal?’ You are really that stupid.” Rob cursed, lying down on the bed again and giving Keith a look that meant it was time to talk.

A few hours after the whole mess, Nic was home wearing her pink pajamas and ankle socks as she headed downstairs for a snack to watch a rerun of The Facts of Life on NBC. Since she hadn't finished the movie with her friends, at least she could end the day feeling like she did something.

A knock on the door made her stop in her tracks. Her parents had gone out for the night, and when she noticed the time, her stomach lurched with anxiety at who might be bothering her around midnight. She hated being alone.

Since the lights were off and she could just pretend not to be home, Nicole debated whether or not she should open the door. Already with her hand on the doorknob, a familiar voice shouted from outside.

“It's me, idiot. Open the door!” Steve shouted.

“What the fuck?” Whispered the confused girl before opening the door wide open.

There was Steve Harrington with his hands in his pockets and his shoulders forward, a little uncomfortable and with a worried look. For the first time in a long time, he looked like he didn't know what to say.

“What are you doing here at this hour? My parents could be here. Do you know how pissed they would be if they saw you knocking on the door late like this?” She shouted.

“Yes, sorry, but that couldn't wait.” Steve nodded asking for permission to enter the house and Nic granted, slamming the door behind him and turning on the lights in the room.

“What couldn't wait? Is Keith okay, Robs?”

He rolled his eyes.

“Yah, nothing has happened to the two of them since the last few hours you saw them. I'm fine too, thanks for asking.” He shook his head, already regretting having said that. “Sorry. I... Nic, I heard something today and I just need to know if it's true.”

Nic frowned at the request and tried to search her mind for a possible answer.

“If it is true? What are you talking about?” The only thing that could have happened since the last time they saw each other was Steve’s date. Anger was already starting to course through her body just thinking about him with another girl and even more so talking about her. Annoyed, Nic pointed her finger in his face. “That preppy said something about me, didn't she? I'm tired of your girlfriends picking on me or Rob.”

“No, Nic, it wasn't like that at all. I didn't even show up for my date with Sophie.”

“Chloe. There are so many that you can't even remember them.” She said the last part very quietly. Steve closed his eyes in annoyance and gestured with his hands for her to stop interrupting.

“Chloe, Sophie, it doesn't matter who it was.” He said with a shrug. “The important thing is that I didn't go. I stayed and talked to Keith and Robin after you left.”

His eyes showed a raw intensity and Nic could feel something different in his posture after he finished his sentence. Steve ran his hands through his hair, a little nervous, but he didn't look away, waiting for his friend's reaction. He did not reveal in her speech what he talked about with their friends, but by his attitude of coming to her house and wanting to question her, it was a little implicit what it was about.

Nic turned away and walked towards the other side of the room, leaning against the top of the fireplace and pretending to be interested in anything other than to keep the subject.

“Okay, you didn't need to come here at midnight to tell me what we do all the time, which is talk. That's it? You can go now.”

Steve got out of his stance and went to the other side of the room, where she was, pulling her by her shoulder so that she faced him.

“Stop this shit, Nic. You know what I talked to them about. It's been months, almost a year... Every day, at work or among friends, we were together and always had this atmosphere between us. We held hands the entire trip to Indianapolis in the fall and you know the looks we exchanged to the sound of Daryl Hall & John Oates. They were singing to us.”

Nicole looked down at the floor.

In early September, on a warm fall day, the Incredible Q took their first and only car trip to another city to enjoy a festival together. The long drive to Indiana's capital brought Steve and Nicole closer, who sat together in the back seat humming Out of Touch, their favorite song, eager to hear it live. As soon as the instrumental started, they jumped at each other, happy to be living that experience. Robs was flirting with a girl she met at the entrance and Keith was fixated on the performance, both too distracted to notice the passionate looks their friends were exchanging. If it weren't for the crowd pushing the two at the end of the song, it was quite possible that they would have kissed there and that the situation today would not have existed in their lives.

“But you and Keith... lately it feels like there's something more there and I don't want to get hurt again, so I shut myself down and act like I did today, like an idiot. Forgive me, please, I will never talk to you like that again.”

“Keith is like a brother to me, it's so obvious. Why on earth would you believe anything other than that? You are always by our side, seeing our relationship which is the same as yours and Robs!” She shook her head in pure confusion. “What has been happening to you recently?”

With long strides, she began to walk away, heading towards the door to ask Steve to leave and let her sleep in peace. The conversation was already making her stressed.

Once again, Steve tugged on her shoulder, although now he didn't let go. She bent forward, so she would be looking into his eyes and showing her sincerity.

“I'm in love with you, Nicole. Extremely in love. I don’t get how you didn’t realize this before. Soon I'm going to start charging you for running around my head all day.” He smiled, hoping to lighten the mood with the playful comment. Nicole, however, didn't move her face. Afraid of losing his attention, he cleared his throat and continued sternly. “After Nancy, I felt like I was losing the girl I like to the other guy once again. But now the pain wasn't going away, I couldn't think about anything other than you. I want you.”

The first time they watched movies together as a group, the work chosen was The Thing. Everyone there had already seen it, except the blonde, who wasn't used to the horror genre. Noticing the girl's fear, Steve covered her eyes every time a scary scene appeared. As soon as she regained her vision, the first thing she saw was the smiling boy looking at her, saying everything was fine.

Since the day she realized she was in love with Steve, since that movie session in '84 at Keith's house, Nicole dreamed of hearing from him that she was also in love. However, in the context they were in, the taste was bitter.

“When you went out with that guy from the team, I freaked out. I thought... I thought you would feel jealous if you saw me with another girl too. I know I'm an idiot and I don't owe you an apology alone. I enlarged a lot of things to look like a lady killer. In my head, for some reason, you would see me as someone experienced. If I wasn't going to be with you, I thought I would eventually move on with another girl, but I can't. The truth is, I don't even want to. So tell me, what they told me… is it true? Do you like me too?”

No response was given at first. She couldn't think of what would be more appropriate to say. Her body trembled the more she stared at Steve, but she also didn't have the courage to look anywhere other than his eyes.

“For months, have we been fooling ourselves about our feelings when the truth is that we could have been together from the beginning, no problem?” She took a step closer to Steve.

She wasn't sure if her heart was pounding or if that sound she heard was coming from the boy. On her face, validation of her confession, with the worried look of what his response might be. Taking a deep breath and gathering courage, Nicole spoke out the three words she had been holding back for so long.

“I like you. Like, a lot.” Her voice was soft and Steve started to smile when he heard the sentence. He was already melting inside when he pressed his forehead to hers. “Do you believe we can work it out?”

The answer they were both looking for came in the form of a kiss. Their first kiss.

The bitter taste of the day became sweet, chocolate to be more specific. Fulfilling a great wish, her hands went to the boy's hair, who smiled at the kiss and moved away.

“It's always been your dream to mess up my hair, hasn't it?” She nodded yes, also smiling. It was a relaxed moment they needed to calm down. “I'll let you do it again, then.”

His hands were initially on her back, cradling her gently in the comfort of his arms, and then went to her face, caressing the teenager's flushed cheeks. She shivered under his touch, feeling her body heat up more and more. She didn't go back to ruffling his hair, she was too distracted by how gently he was slowly kissing her. She was very shy, as if she had never kissed before, afraid of making a "mistake", however, it flowed naturally between the two.

She was feeling so good, enveloped in his presence, in his scent, in his touches as she deepened the kiss. His fingers slid from her face back to her body, specifically her waist, pulling her closer.

“Steve. We're not doing anything wrong, are we? Aren't we going to wake up tomorrow and fight again or are you going to forget everything you said to me out of the blue?” She murmured against his lips.

“We're kissing and there's nothing wrong with that. In fact, that’s the only right thing I did all day.” He replied with his eyes closed, whispering back, before returning to the kiss. It was as if he was hypnotized. “I want you to be mine, because I am completely yours.”

They could have a serious and detailed conversation the next day, pointing out all the failures of the past and the promises for the future. The feelings now, however, could no longer wait.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Idk if you're still taking requests, but I have one if you do have some time 🥺🥺

I went to see my family after a while, and it was awful. There was no kind words and I had successfully avoided them until they caught me as I was leaving. My only saving grace was my adorable 4 year old niece. On the flight back, it took everything in me to not bawl my eyes out and just pretend to be occupied. But when I came home I just cried myself to sleep. I really just wanted someone there to tell me that I'm worth it and not just a burden. It's tiring to pretend I'm okay and not lonely with no one in my corner.

If this isn't too heavy for you, totally understand if it is. Could you do Steve and Bucky just being there for the reader. Maybe they heard the end of the convo with her family and waited until they got home to comfort her.

Thank you, and please feel free to ignore if this is too much, I can understand ❤️❤️

Not A Burden » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier and Steve Rogers/Captain America

Pairings: Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Best Friend!Female Reader x Best Friend!Steve Rogers

Summary: Bucky and Steve comfort you after visiting your family.

Warnings: Fluff, language, crying, cuddling, use of pet names

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this🩵 also I had my fair share of awfulness with my family over the years. Just know it gets better, but it takes time🩷

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIFS ARE NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found these on Pinterest.

Bucky and Steve knew something was wrong when they heard the tone of your voice when you were talking to your family. They went with you to visit your family for the day. You thought it would be easier knowing that they’re with you. It was, but your family didn’t make it any easier. You tried your best to keep quiet and not start a fight, but your family constantly started fights and arguments when you didn’t want to do that. Bucky and Steve caught the end of the conversation with you and your family before leaving.

“I don’t know why I even came here if I’m just going to get blamed for something I didn’t even do!” You shouted.

They heard the crack in your voice. You stormed past Steve and Bucky, making your way to the car. They watched as you got in the car and slammed the car door. They took that as a sign that you wanted to go home. They said a quick goodbye to your family and left. You were really quiet on the car ride home. Normally you point out the scenery, but this time you didn’t. You just put your headphones in your ears and listened to music on your phone the whole ride home. Bucky and Steve occasionally glanced back at you to make sure you were ok. They knew you weren’t. They brainstormed ways of how to make you feel better when you guys got home.when you guys got home, you immediately went to your bedroom and slammed your bedroom door, making it echo throughout the apartment. They went to your room and knocked on your bedroom door.

“I’m fine!” You say through tears.

Steve and Bucky sighed before opening the door and walked in your room to see you crying in your pillow. Their hearts broke when they seen you like this. They sat down on either side of you and rubbed your back to calm you down. They decided to get you talking when your cries decreased a little bit.

“Do you want to tell us what you and your family were arguing about before we left?” Steve asks softly.

You sat up and faced them, your eyes red and puffy from crying and your cheeks wet with tears.

“It’s always the same argument with my family.” You start. “I’ve always been the family member they didn’t love cause my mom had me at a young age and my dad didn’t stick around to help raise me.” You tell them.

“That shouldn’t be your fault.” Bucky says.

“Try saying that to them.” You sighed. “Everything is my fault to them. They blame me for the stupidest things.” You say.

“Anything they said isn’t true.” Steve says.

“They don’t know how amazing you are.” Bucky says.

“They don’t think so.” You looked down and picked at your nails. “Apparently to them, I’m worthless and a burden.” You say, tears brimming in your eyes again.

You looked up when Steve and Bucky gently grabbed your hands. They watched as a single tear rolled down your cheek. Bucky reached his right hand up to your cheek, gently caressing it and wiped your tears away.

“Never say that about yourself, sweetheart.” Steve says softly.

“You’re definitely not a burden. You’re worth it in so many ways.” Bucky adds.

“Thanks, but you guys are only saying that because you’re my best friends.” You say and sniffled.

“We mean it, doll.” Bucky says.

They’re right and you know it. A smile slowly formed on your face. They always know what to say when you’re upset. You sat up on your knees and hugged them.

“You guys really know how to make a girl feel special.” You say.

“It’s our job to make you feel special.” Steve says.

You kissed their cheeks and sat back down. Then your phone dinged. You grabbed your phone from your nightstand, smiling when you seen a text from your 4 year old niece who most likely stole her mom’s phone to text you. Your smile got wider when you opened the text and seen a cute picture of her.

“Who is it?” Bucky asks.

“My niece stole my sister’s phone to send me a cute picture of herself.” You say, showing them the picture.

Bucky and Steve looked at the picture and smiled.

“It’s nice to know that your niece brings out your happiness.” Bucky says.

“So do you guys.” You smiled. “I love you guys so much.” You say.

“We love you too.” They say in unison and kissed your cheeks.

🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[midnight-black2]

Hiiii! I'd like to request Prompt 11 for Jann 🫣. Idk something probably after winning Le Mans; being all famous and stuff. Meeting reader on a neutral place like a snack bar or smthn. LMAO. Jann absolutely falling head over heels because reader is cute and nice and doesn't know him 😭😭😭😭

𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

pairing : jann mardenborough x reader

synopsis : genuinely just what the req says

disclaimers : honestly none, just some nice fluff which is not common for this blog lol

note : sorry this oneshot got delayed so much ! also i did not see that you put *snack* bar, and wrote it for an actual real alcohol bar instead, im so sorry lol. anyways, hope you like it regardless !

there was only one place jann could go to get away from everything. away from all the noise, people, and fans. don't get me wrong, he loved everyone who looked up to and supported him. however, there was a point where it all became too much.

the bar. the little one not too far from where he lived. the little hole-in-the-wall, quiet bar. there weren't many people that went there, and most of them were typically too drunk to even notice jann. either that, or they simply just didn't know who he was, which was refreshing. he didn't even go to drink, it was just that most of the time he needed a way out.

so that's where he found himself, walking through the door of the beloved bar. the owner greeted him. jann had been there so many times, that all of the staff knew who he was. jann waved, before taking a seat on a stool near the counter.

"hey, jann," noah, the bartender spoke.

"hi noah," jann said back. "slow night?"

"yep. its a good thing for me, though," noah replied. the two shared a small laugh. there was a moment of pure silence apart from the soft music playing in the background, before jann spotted in his peripheral a woman--you-- sitting and enjoying a drink. you were pretty, and it was odd to jann that you were sitting alone.

you glanced over, and met eyes with him. he almost immediately looked away, not wanting to seem weird, and also not wanting to draw attention to himself. you smiled softly. he seemed around your age, and he was cute. small tamed curls, caramel skin, dark brown doe eyes.

"hi there," you greeted, eyes scanning his body. he was tall, too. really the full package. his eyes darted back over to you, widening slightly at the fact that you had actually spoken to him.

"oh h-hi," he stuttered, blinking a few times to make sure he wasn't seeing things. he wasn't, a beautiful woman was sitting right next to him and did just say hi.

"here all alone?" you questioned, tilting your head to the side slightly. he cleared his throat, in a fruitless attempt gather himself, and some confidence.

"uh, yeah. how about you?"

"yeah, same. i come here for the quiet, and a good drink," you said with a soft smile. "would you like some company?" he grinned slightly, and nodded.

"yeah that would be...that would be really nice actually," he replied, looking down at his hands. you moved to the seat beside him, before taking a sip of your drink.

"so, what's your name?" you asked. he was a bit surprised, not entirely, though. you didn't seem drunk, so he hadn't expected you to disregard him. however, it seems most people at this bar were immune to the news or something because he could finally be a normal civilian here, without anyone knowing who he was.

"jann. yours?"

"Y/N," you responded, reaching out a hand for him to shake, and he happily did so.

"so, what brings you here, since you seemingly don't want to drink," you ask, taking another sip of your drink.

"oh uhm, i come here because it isn't so busy, or loud. i come to get away for a bit, you know?" he explains. you nod.

"i do know. i love this place. it's like the only spot where i can breathe," you said back, smiling. jann noticed you had nearly finished your glass.

"would you let me buy you another?" he queried, nervously.

"another drink? no no no, i couldn't possibly. this was expensive, i'd feel so bad."

"it's not a problem, really." and before you could protest again, he had already ordered another from the bartender.

"you're sweet, jann," you started, and he softly smiled at the compliment. "i like you."

"t-thanks. i...i like you too," he said back, fingers fidgeting a bit.

"so, what do you do?" you asked. he grew even more anxious that you'd find out who he was, and it would ruin this all.

"well uhm, i'm a race car driver..."

"what? like, actually? like you're not screwing with me?" you asked, unbelieving. he chuckled, and shook his head no.

"nope, not screwing with you, i really am, promise. sounds weird, right?"

"no, not at all. i totally meet race car drivers all the time at random bars. it's my typical friday evening." he laughed.

"well, what do you do?" he asked. you explained your job, with this sort of passion. he could tell you did what you loved, which made him fall even more for you. you had this glint in your eyes, and this huge smile on your face. he had never seen someone so beautiful.

"w-wow," he said, after you had finished speaking. you tittered.

"yeah, it's not quite race car driving, but it's what i love."

"no that's amazing. it really is," he replied.

"you're too flattering."

"well i...i think you deserve it," he said, and your smile widened. you gazed at jann, admiring him. he was so kind, and he had even gone out of his way to spend money on you. he was adorable, at the very least.

"thank you," you finally said, keeping your eyes on him. he swallowed.

"you're welcome." time had passed as you two were simply chatting about anything and everything. it was nearly eleven pm before you had decided to call it quits. jann was partially disappointed, but he didn't want to hold you captive or anything. he noticed you pull a pen from your purse, and write something on a napkin.

"call me sometime," you had said, before exiting the bar. on the napkin was written your number, with a heart next to it. he felt his heart flutter with excitement.

turns out the quiet little bar down the street had another pro, too; a kind, pretty lady named Y/N that spends some time there.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲? 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[elliotts-personal-property]

Love Don't Lie

Joe Elliott x Reader

A/N: This was a collaboration with @littlemissheavenonearth, I hope you all love it <3

Joe Elliott. 

There were many words I’d use to describe him. He was a loudmouth, a know it all, a bit cocky, and overall just irritating. I got a headache just thinking about him. It was as if he got a kick out of seeing me get all riled up over him.

 Of course luck would have it that I’d be his next door neighbor. I had the absolute joy of knowing him since I was seven, when my family first moved into the neighborhood. My luck didn’t seem to want to end, because it turned out both our fathers went way back, from when they were in primary school. Those two thought it was the greatest thing that we lived next door to each other. They would always go on and on about how we’d “carry on the family tradition and best best friends.” That couldn’t have been any further from the truth. 

From the beginning we got off on the wrong foot, which didn’t help.

“Do you like football?” he asked with clear excitement laced in his voice.

“It’s alright, but I much prefer netball.”

“That game’s for sissies.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at him.

From then on there was always one little offhand comment or another from him. He always felt the need to voice any and all of his opinions to me. That got old, and fast. We disagreed on just about everything. Constantly fighting like cats and dogs from the moment we met at seven up until we turned sixteen. 

Every time he’d come over he either bother the hell out of me or give me the silent treatment, which I actually preferred. I couldn’t even escape him in the comfort of my own home when he wasn’t hanging around. Being next door neighbors in a terraced house there was never any peace. His bedroom was situated right next to mine, and I swear it was his life's mission to make as much noise as humanly possible. I couldn’t count the number of times I had banged my hand against my bedroom wall, hoping he would turn his music off or down at the very least.

In school he was a bit better and we ignored each other the best we could, considering we had multiple classes together. He did try to strike up a few conversations every once in a while, which I for the most part would shut down.

Without looking away from the teacher he half whispered to me, “We’ve got a test today?”

“Yeah, I thought you knew. Since you seem to know everything else.”

“Oh don’t even start with me Y/N.”

“Is there a problem you two?” Our English teacher asked.

“No-”

“Yes.”

“Sorry sir,” I said with a fake smile, “Everything’s alright,” I added, getting the final word in after he had tried to cut me off.

Throughout the years our parents would always have us hang out, since they were convinced we were best buds. As we got older, anytime our parents wanted us to hang out we’d make an agreement to pretend to go out, only to immediately abandon each other to go on our own separate ways until we had to go back to our respective families. There was one day though that was different.

I watched as my fathers car took off down the street and out of sight.

“You can go now,” I told him.

I glanced over at him to see that he hadn’t moved from his spot on the couch.

“Eh, I don’t really feel like it,” Joe said, kicking his feet up and resting his hands behind his head, making himself more comfortable.

“Since when?”

He replied with a smile, “Since now I guess.”

I sighed in defeat, knowing there was no point in trying to get him to leave now.

“Fine. I don’t want you bothering me though.”

I eventually headed upstairs to my room, which he quickly followed behind. I couldn’t tell if he was following me around just so he could be a nuisance or not. He stayed there in my room with me for the whole duration of our hang out.

We both mostly kept to ourselves, but every now and again he’d ask me different questions.

Joe looked through my records before asking, “You like Queen?”

Barely glancing up from my book I nodded, “Yeah, who doesn't?”

He held out my copy of Sheer Heart Attack to see, “Can I put it on?” 

My demeanor towards him slightly changed as I flashed him a quick smile,“Sure.”

That was one of the very first days I felt like we actually got somewhat along. I didn’t seem to mind having him around. For once I didn’t feel like ripping my hair out by the time he had left. It felt a bit weird after that, knowing in the back of my mind how normally I couldn’t stand him.

But there are some exceptions. Over the years I’ve noticed Joe getting bullied for his personality. Now don’t get me wrong, I hate the guy, but a guy in our art class one day made fun of Joe’s band posters. I think it might have been a Thursday afternoon, like the second to last class of the day. I was sitting in the back of the class sketching humans. I wasn’t good at drawing, but it was a fun thing to do.

 Joe loved music, rock n’ roll specifically and he wanted to make something related to that as an art project for class. He made band posters of famous bands and one band I hadn’t heard of before, “Deaf Leopard” I think it was. I’m not gonna lie, that band name did not sound bad. That Thursday afternoon, Joe was finishing up his “Deaf Leopard” poster, like final touches or something, I try my best to not pay attention to him. 

“Your music posters are lame,” I heard someone say.

 The Joe I know would respond quickly with a retort, but this Joe remained quiet. He was looking down at his poster. 

“What? Are you gonna cry?” Teased a friend of the guy. 

This was getting on my nerves, so I stood up. “Hey!” I yelled from the back of the classroom, yeah, it got the attention of everybody, they all turned their heads, “What’s your problem?” 

“You’re really gonna let a girl stand up for you?” Joe just watched what I was gonna do.

 “And you’re really just gonna stand here making fun of my boyfriend’s drawings? ‘Cause that’s lame of you.” I honestly did not care that I called Joe my boyfriend, I didn’t try any other ways, but this seemed like the only way to get the arsehole to piss off. 

I definitely think that the guy had other things to say, but instead of saying them, he and his friends just walked away. And by then, class had ended, Joe and I decided to walk to our next class together. 

“Hey, thanks for stickin’ up for me,”

 “No need to thank me, Joe. I’m only stickin’ up for ya ‘cause you’re an incredible artist. They’re jealous. Honestly, I’m jealous too.”

 “Nah, I’ve seen your art. It’s incredible.”

 “Thanks.”

We made it to our next class, science. Joe sat in the second to last row and I sat behind him in the last row. 

“Welcome, children.” Said Mr. Smith, our science teacher,, “We are gonna be doing a lab today.” As usual, the students groaned.

 Mr. Smith began telling us which groups we were gonna be in. “Joe, Y/N, you two will be a group.” Of course we are. We got up and went to our lab. I poured water into one of the graduated cylinders and then put it on the scale. 

“Joe, could you tell me how much the water weighs?” 

“Uh, according to the scale, it weighs about 10 grams.” 

I nodded and wrote it down in my notebook. What we did most of the class was observe how the temperature of the water changed depending on the type of salt that was put in it. It wasn’t all that interesting, I prefer biology over chemistry.

 “Alright, thanks everyone for today’s class. See you all tomorrow.” I usually walked out of the classroom to leave the school as fast as I could so that I could get away from Joe. Something in me made me stop this time, I stopped to wait for Joe and I have no clue why.

 “Are you waiting for me?” He asked.

 “Yeah…” I hesitated, supposedly embarrassed by this. He had a knowing smirk on his face, but how could he possibly know, if I don’t know why I waited for him. We walked out of the school and in the direction of our houses. I usually walk on the sidewalk, but Joe wanted to take this path in the forest that rarely anyone ever goes on.

“I got a question for you, Y/N.” 

“Yes?”

 “Why did you call me your boyfriend in art class today?”

 Heat rushed to my cheeks quickly and I wanted to hide. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

 I tried, but Joe saw right through me. “Y/N, don’t lie to me.”

 “I wasn’t lying, I had no idea what came over me.” 

Joe frowned at my response, like he wanted to hear something else. “Are you sure? The Y/N know would never call me her boyfriend. In fact, Y/N hates me. Do I hate her?” He paused and looked into my eyes, I looked back at him too, waiting for an answer to the question, “No, no I do not. In fact, I never have. We were just so different and it was so difficult for us to get along that I managed to convince myself that we hated each other.” 

The way he said those words was so powerful. It really got me thinking. 

“I hated you because I thought you hated me…” 

 He stepped closer to me and took my hands in his, “Joe, I felt an emotion for you that is actually the opposite of hate. And for a very long time too.” 

He leaned down a little bit so he was closer to my height, “What if I told you that I feel the same way?”

 “Can you prove it to me?” I smirked, he nodded and lifted me up. 

My legs wrapped around his waist and my arms wrapped around his neck. Then, we both leaned in at the same time and kissed. After years of convincing ourselves that we were enemies, it all comes down to this.

 I won’t deny that Joe is the love of my life, except when our parents ask, then we’ll both deny it, but I don’t mind holding his hand while walking to class or lightly kissing on our walks back home.

 I love you, Joseph.

[magpigment]

hey so who gave sylnan and braad permission to storm into my room and make me incredibly sad with their entire dynamic. who signed off on that executive choice. i just wanna talk condi and slime i promise

[maulfucker]

So fucked up that obimaul is a rarepair. What do you mean not everyone is obsessed with enemies to lovers with a Force connection, where one side is completely obsessed with the other who barely acknowledges him (but is just as affected)