#both are mischievous laughs and you can't convince me otherwise

[weltato]

the simultaneous urge to "mwehehehe~" but also "ni shi shi~"

the duality of anime

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Smut, like full on smut 18+, Rafe loves going down on the reader, even in slightly unfortunately situations

Summary: Request by anon "Rafe Cameron smut where he's literally just going down on her and absolutely loving it? I feel like this guy would definitely do it every chance he could humanly do it." UH YES PLEASE LIKE WHAT?

"Rafe, we seriously can't be doing this right now." I mutter but Rafe is convinced otherwise, slipping down onto his knees before shimmying himself in between my legs, pushing me further up onto the bathroom counter, hands pressing the inside of my legs apart.

My hand shakily reaches out to lock the door of the bathroom, allowing Rafe to slip my dress sensually up my thighs, his lips trailing upwards with every inch he discovers. He hums and twirls the material of the stain dress between his fingertips.

"This is nice." He asks, brows pulling together and a teasing look passes across his expression while glancing up at me with mischievous eyes, my mouth drying at the look that tells me just what I'm in for tonight. "Is it new?"

"Are you seriously asking me that? Right now?"

"Is there something else I should be doing?" His head rests against my thigh and he grins wolfishly, talented and meticulous fingers trailing up and down, up and down, my naked thighs, never quite reaching the parts that I want him to.

"Please." I lift my hips in an attempt to give him the slightest indication of exactly what I want but he's not stupid, I can tell by the way that his eyes are drooping lower than mine, eyeing the way that my breasts swell in the midsummer dress that I spent so much time saving up for.

"Please? You've got manners now?" I roll my eyes at his teasing but it comes with a firm slap to the outside of my thigh, a shocked whimper escaping my lips and I grin at the counters so hard, my knuckles turn white. "Yeah well, I guess because you said please."

He doesn't even bother slipping my panties off, just moves them aside before diving in, tracing his tongue along the most sensitive parts of me, flat tongue lapping at my cunt with a heated desire. My head falls back against the mirror and my eyes shut, almost unable to keep them open as his fingers grip my thighs to ground himself to me.

"Fuck Rafe." My hips wiggle against his face and he laughs, big hands sliding up my waist and to the top of my dress, yanking it down without hesitation to manhandle my breasts, thumbs rolling skillfully across my nipples.

With parted lips, he pulls away from me, cheeks and lips glistening and his expression turns up into a wide grin, dangerous eyes looking up at me wantonly.

"You want my fingers or my lips?" His voice is ten times lower than it was just two minutes ago, now dripping in unadulterated affection and arousal, his shoulders flexing as I wrap my legs around his neck.

"Both." I smirk, lifting up onto my elbows so I can look down at him, loving the way his eyes flicker down to my dripping cunt, the way his ears are tinged in red and his blush is crawling down his cheeks and below the dress shirt that he has unbuttoned.

"Greedy girl." He tuts but doesn't make any move to punish me, instead diving back in, teeth briefly biting at the inside of my thighs, surely leaving marks in his wake. I smile with a dropped jaw and Rafe groans possessively, hands tugging me further onto the counter to drag me closer to his lips, free digits slipping into me without warning, thumb brushing skillfully across my clit.

His tongue joins in moments later, cleaning up the mess that his fingers are causing and with every moan he hums against me, it sends electric shocks up my spine and to my brain that's currently mush.

Suddenly I'm not worried about the people waiting for the bathroom, not the people banging on the door and telling us to hurry it up- no- it's all about Rafe in between my thighs, taking care of me just the way he knows how to.

The thought makes me hurtle towards my orgasm even faster.

"Your greedy girl." I gasp, back arching while his fingers curl up into me, sending me over the edge without warning, pleasure spreading like a wild fire through my veins. He doesn't stop, instead continues his torment, circling his pointed tongue around my clit and I smile, giving his head a playful squeeze with my thighs.

It takes me a few moments to calm down and for Rafe to clean me up, fingers brushing across the mark that he left on my thigh with a possessive look in his eyes. His pupils are blown, almost taking up all of the space in his eyes as he hungrily looks at me, hands reaching up to fix my dress for me so I'm back to be the once modest girl I was twenty minutes ago.

"Let's go show them what all the fuss was about huh?" He offers with a simple slap of my ass and I wink, using his tie to pull him down into a heated, messy kiss as I hear the click of the lock unlocking.

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Thanks for reading! I'm hoping without my taglist that this will reach a greater audience. I've just been messing with things lately since my interaction has been crazy low :(

Let me know what you thought of this! Please and thank you!

[blossom-hwa]

I would like to request for the summertime drabble university au Philosophy student taehyun x TA gn reader.

thank you for the request! I hope you don't mind me making the reader TA the class after they both took it together - I didn't feel completely comfortable writing a relationship between a TA and student currently taking the class? regardless, thanks again for the request and I hope you like this!

also sorry if the philosophy major portrayal was off lmao I've only taken one philosophy-adjacent class at uni so far and I did not like it...LOL I don't remember anything from Nicomachean Ethics but I do know it nearly made me die

summertime drabble fest: send me an idol from the list (Stray Kids, Ateez, TXT, Seventeen) + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

REQUESTS OPEN!!

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Title: Physics, Philosophy

Pairing: Taehyun x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Genre: fluff, university!au

Warnings: cursing

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"If you keep sitting in on my office hours like this, I'm going to start making you grade shit too."

Taehyun barely looks up from the book he's flipping through, though the little smile on his lips tells you he definitely heard. "I think that would be a breach of the academic code of conduct. Only TAs are supposed to be the ones reading the papers."

You groan, collapsing into a nearby chair in the classroom. "I know," you say, eyeing the pile of essays on the table in front of you with distaste. "But everyone who comes to my office hours already knows you, you’re always here. And you already answer all the questions as well as I do. You should be able to help me grade."

"Not true." He flips a page of his book. Nicomachean Ethics, you read on the cover, and immediately you pull a face. Before you can make a jab at his choice of entertainment, though, he continues. "You're the actual physics major. You know much more about that side than I do, and we both know this course focuses more on the physics than the philosophy."

He's right. Which he usually is, though you don't always like to admit it. You'd only taken this class, Intersections Between Physics and Philosophy, to fulfill the humanities requirement for your graduation—otherwise, your STEM-focused self probably never would have given it a second glance. To your relief, it was as your peers had said—more focused on physics, a little less on philosophy. 

It didn't stop Taehyun, the actual philosophy major (and physics minor, to your chagrin), from acing the class too, however. 

"Says the physics minor, philosophy major." You roll your eyes, but it doesn't carry any bite anymore—you've long gotten past your jealousy at the seeming effortlessness with which Taehyun does everything. "Why are you reading that? Is it for a class?" 

"Yeah, but it's pretty interesting." He finally looks up from the book, and you can see from his eyes that he's actually telling the truth. You don't bother to disguise the half disgust, half fondness that crosses your face, mostly because you know it'll make him smile. "Hey, don't look at me like that."

"You'd be more convincing if you weren't smiling right now," you point out, finally taking one of the stapled essays from the top of the stack on the table. "Three guesses on when the first student asks when we'll finish grading, even though we already posted it on the discussion board."

That actually pulls a laugh out of Taehyun. "Mm, before we get dinner tonight."

"Such a pessimist." You smack his arm with the paper. "Cut them some slack. I give it until Tuesday."

"Optimist." Taehyun scrunches up his nose. "Three guesses on when you'll actually finish grading one of those."

"Hey!" You hit him again as he snickers. "You're the one distracting me!"

"I'm just sitting here!" Taehyun puts his hands up, and you really can't even pretend to be mad at him, not when he looks like this—all impish and mischievous and sweet. "You're using me to distract yourself."

And yet again, he's right. You look at the paper in your hands, then at the stack still lying on the table. Actual despair forces your shoulders to slump as you think of all the reading you'll have to do tonight before and after dinner with Taehyun. Not just paper grading, but also the textbook chapters for your own courses, the notes for the actual physics class you're also TAing. It would be nice to just have one day, you think—one day, for fuck's sake, where you can enjoy your time with him without having to think about all the stuff you have to do before and after. 

"Hey." Taehyun's voice stops you from spiraling further. You glance up as he pulls his chair right next to you, placing Nicomachean Ethics on the table to take your hand instead. "You good?"

Half a smile tilts your lips as you look down at your linked fingers. It's not hard to remember how, for all your initial envy and annoyance at his seeming perfection, you let him in to become a friend, then a boyfriend. Because he's perfect, really. For you. He took the time to learn how to notice when you're thinking too much, when you're overwhelmed. He encouraged you to tell him what you need in these moments, and gave you his vulnerability in exchange for you. 

"Overwhelmed, I guess." You wave the paper in your other hand around halfheartedly. "Kind of scared that when we get back from dinner, I'm going to just freeze. And I won't be able to do any of the stuff I need to do."

Taehyun hums. "Library study date then? After dinner? In one of the quiet rooms, so we can focus."

You sigh a little, and the half smile turns into a full one when you look at him. You're always more productive in the library, especially when it's quiet, but you hate going by yourself. So it always helps when Taehyun comes with you as a quiet sort of boost to your energy. "Stop knowing what I need before I know it myself," you complain, but there's nothing behind it.

"I could say the same for you," he replies, squeezing your hand playfully. "You're the one who brings me coffee every morning we see each other even when I don't think I need it."

"It doesn't take a genius to know you're addicted to your daily cup of caramel flavored death," you snark. And when Taehyun scowls and pinches your wrist lightly in retaliation, you marvel at how easy it is to laugh in his presence—how easy it is to relax, to let go, to push aside your worries for just a moment to smile with him. 

Taehyun sniffs, breaking through your thoughts. "Just for that, you have to grade five of these before we go to dinner," he says, eyes glinting. "Don't complain, you'll thank me—and yourself—later."

He's right. Again. It used to piss you off and it still does, sometimes, but right now you agree even though you don't want to. "Fine," you say, because getting five of these done now means you'll only have to grade five more tonight to keep with the grading schedule. "But if I'm grumpy later, it's your fault."

"Even if you are, it won't be for long." Taehyun grins. "Not with me and my sparkling presence around, at least."

"Tch." For all your efforts, you can't stop a matching smile from spreading over your own lips, so you just hit him with the paper again. "Stop being right, it's incredibly annoying."

Taehyun picks up his own book threateningly. "Not as annoying as I'll be if you keep putting off your grading—"

You yelp and shove your chair away from the menacing pages of Nicomachean Ethics waving about in the air. "God, okay, I'll finish them!" you laugh, picking up four more essays. "Just don't distract me.

Taehyun laughs with you, and the sound sends warm tingles all up your skin as you sit back down. "I would never."

[twindevilgang]

Winter wonderland

Black dragon edition

Pairing: Shinichiro Sano, Takeomi Akashi, Keizo ‘Benkei’ Arashi, Wakasa imaushi x FemReader

Summary: what you do with your boyfriend suing snowy days

Shinichiro was a child at heart during his black dragon era, so it really wasn’t a surprise when shinichiro would cancel all black dragon meetings to go and play in the snow with you and his little siblings, plus Baji. You all would have a snowball competition that would go on for hours until everyone was covered in snow at some point and you two, mostly shinichiro would get a good scolding from his grandfather for playing too much in the cold as they dried the little ones up. You and Shinichiro would make yourself some hot chocolate, secretly because you don’t want Emma, Mikey and Keisuke to find out, and sneak back to his bedroom where you two would cuddle up against one another and enjoy the warmth you two radiate for each other. All while remembering the full day you had with each other

Takeomi doesn’t like the cold. He would rather stay inside in the warmth of his house with you cuddled up to his side as he watches the snow fall, complaining about how he’ll have to shovel up all the snow in the driveway later. He’ll leave to go shovel leaving you inside while he does the work. You’ll have a mischievous idea before running up to your shared bedroom and changing into nothing but comfortable winter clothes. You run out the door after putting on your winter boots and get to work. And by work I mean throwing snow at Takeomi. Sooner or later the idea of shoveling snow left the older man's mind as he chased you around the snow. Laughing as you both slipped and fell onto a pile of snow

Keizo is just a huge softy. He’s a big scary guy with others but with you he’s the exact opposite. He’ll be doing what no one would expect him to do during snow days. He’s not shoveling, no, he’s outside with you building snowmans. Two snowmen, one that looks like you and one that looks like him. But at some point building snowmens turned into a snowball competition. Until you're back inside with keizo holding a paper towel to your Josie that was leaking blood. Keizo threw a snowball and accidentally picked up a rock with it. He threw it a little too hard. So now you have a slightly bruised and bloody nose. Now you two are just laughing, as you fixed the bloody nose and cleaned up the small trail of blood you had left behind.

Wakasa is another person who doesn’t really like the cold and snow. So the only option is staying inside your home. Where you two learn how to make homemade meals. More specifically some deserts! Wakasa has a huge sweet tooth and you can't convince me otherwise. You two mess around In the kitchen, heck you two use the snow out on your front porch as a small little freezer and put stuff in there to make them cool. He makes a winter wonderland inside your own kitchen by throwing flower all over you and all over the place. You two look like a ghost at the end of it.

[amane-by-together]

Hanafuda || Amane Yugi

(Part 4 of 10)

genre: fluff, school, slice of life, modern au (where all wonders live)

warning: cursing

summary: amane yugi spends his school days skipping classes until he meets [name] [surname], a student from the other class, who was also skipping classes and eventually the two of them formed a platonic friendship. cutting classes and playing hanafuda together strengthens their friendship but soon unexpected feelings blossom between the two.

“I don't know how I will face her...” Amane was wiping one of the tables in the cafe he's working in. It's a donut cafe, no wonder why he chose that. “Is [name]-san mad at me?”

The two teens decided to take the whole class out of awkwardness. “Yo, Yugi-san!” one of his seniors playfully smacked his back. “You've been sputtering nonsense while blushing, you okay lil bud?”

“It's no big deal Senpai.” Amane sheepishly laughs, rubbing the back of his neck with imaginary flowers surrounding him. Akaji is Amane's senior who is in college and probably the only person he could talk to in the cafe.

“Hm.” Akaji took a seat and skeptically looked at Amane. “My gut instincts told me you're having girl problems.”

“S-Senpai!” Amane swatted his hand while chuckling nervously. Currently, he's having problems wondering what was [name]'s reaction when he tried to kiss her.

Akaji grinned, putting his legs on top of the table as he crossed his arms. “Girl problems then, I knew this day would come—ow?!”

“Ah, Good evening! Matsubara-senpai!” Amane bowed when the sky blue-haired girl whacked the back of Akaji's head.

“Good evening to you too, Yugi-kouhai.” Matsubara greeted him back in a stern tone. Akaji rubbed the back of his head and gave the female a sour look. “You should set a better example towards your juniors, Houta!” she scolded.

“I was about to tell him some advice, Kanon.” Akaji deadpanned. Matsubara was Akaji's childhood friend, they're both in college but they go to different schools. “Looks like Yugi-san has a crush on someone from his school.”

“So what if I do?” Amane retorted back.

“Stop it.” Matsubara gave Akaji a cold glare to prevent him from teasing Amane even further. “It's normal to have a crush on someone from school, besides we've been through that phase.”

Amane slumped his shoulders while pouting slightly. Asking advice from his seniors from work is a handful, Akaji is someone who would give bad but useful advice while Matsubara, being a calm and collected woman, is the one telling them whether you should follow his ways. “I do have a crush on someone from school...”

“But I may have made things awkward between us.”

“What did you do though?” Akaji asks.

“I almost kissed her...” Amane mumbled which Matsubara and Akaji heard him. Akaji lets out a small snicker, earning a pinch from his childhood friend. “So I decided to go to class without saying a word to her.”

“I think she hates me now.” Amane covered his face. Matsubara stayed behind the counter as a cashier. Akaji stood up to stretch his arms. Amane pulled out his phone to check out the time. It was already 6:17 pm.

“Who's that on your wallpaper?” Akaji places his arm on top of Amane's head while looking at his phone.

“Akaji-senpai!” Amane hid his phone from the redhead quickly. Akaji snickered mischievously at his embarrassed junior. Akaji is like that one friend who had polished nails and hoops who knows all sorts of tea. “I-It's none of your business—”

“Houta!” Akaji flinched at the blue-haired girl's voice coming from the counter. “Give the kid some personal space!”

“Isn't Yugi like 16?”

“Guys, guys, cut it off.” Amane prevents them from bickering by raising his left hand like a cop. Sometimes you would think that Amane is the mature one in the trio yet he was dubbed as childish from [name]. “We don't want customers to think that the two of you aren't working together.”

Amane adjusts his apron wrapped around his hips. He brushes his choppy locks between his fingers while licking his lips. The door opened with a ringing of the small bell. “Welcome—[name]-san?!”

[name] entered the cafe with eyes of bewilderment as her eyes landed on Amane. She was wearing an unzipped oversized hoodie, a tucked-in white shirt, and a denim skirt. “E-Eh? A-Amane-kun?!” she stammered.

Her little brother, who's in grade school, was standing next to her. “Neechan?” Jiro asked, looking up to his big sister. The siblings sat at a table near the counter. Amane couldn't look at [name] in the eye without blushing.

“So you work here, Amane-kun?” [name] asked in a slightly teasing tone. Amane averted his gaze while holding the notepad, waiting for [name]'s order. “Not gonna lie, your outfit suits you.”

“I told you it's embarrassing.”

“I said it's not, you're pretty handsome Amane-kun.” [name] convinces him otherwise. Amane's heart skipped a beat and wrote down [name]'s order. “You know, I almost cried recently...”

“Why did you cry?” Amane worryingly asks [name] until he realizes why. He went to the bathroom and never came back to the rooftop since he decided to take classes to avoid her. He didn't mean to do it, it's just that he's too flustered. “Wanna sort things out privately?”

“That sounded like a booty call to me—”

“Houta, you ass!” Matsubara pulled on to Akaji's ear, pinching it painfully. “There's a kid!”

[name] nodded slowly in Amane's direction. She told Jiro that she needed to sort things out with Amane so that they could go back to being best friends again. The two of them went to the locker room. “I'm sorry,” Amane apologizes. “I didn't come back, it was an accident I swear—”

“I thought you hate me or something...” [name] started to tear up. Amane died a little inside because of how precious she is, like, you just gotta protect [name].

“No, no.” Amane cupped her cheeks while smiling fondly at [name]. “I will never hate you, [name]-san.”

“Really?” [name] asked while placing her palms on top of Amane's warm hands. Amane hummed in response, he doesn't hate [name], how could he hate her if she keeps making him fall for her even more?

“You're too cute, I swear to god~” Amane nuzzled his nose against [name]'s, eliciting a blissful giggle from the female. “By the way, I'm still sorry about before I invaded your personal space.”

“It's fine.” [name]'s face lit up with happiness with a warm blush enveloping on her mochi cheeks. “You can be affectionate and clingy around me. I felt really warm when you gave me that hug.”

“Then, will a kiss on the cheek suffice~?”

“I'll just hug you—” Amane interrupts her by pressing a kiss on her cheek. [name] froze yet she was warm. Amane chuckled at her reaction, so he gave her a closed eye grin.

“They say kisses heal a burn so your whole face is burning, can't help it~” He says at her blushing state, then he lightly pinches her cheek. “Cute~”

“Okay, okay, that's enough—” [name] pried his hand off her cheek. Amane obliged and pulled his hand away. “So we're good now?”

“Always~!” Amane dusted off his apron. “I gotta go work now or Akaji-senpai will get the wrong idea if we take too long.”

Amane turned around to leave the locker room. [name] twiddled her fingers while smiling. “You know, it would have been better if you continued it...” she mumbled.

“Hm?” He turned his head back to [name]'s direction. Amane was sure she had said something but he couldn't make out what he had heard. “Were you saying something?”

“Nothing.” [name] flails her hands with a quick smile to reassure him that it wasn't a big deal. Amane sighed in relief and headed out first as [name] followed.

“Neechan!” Jiro waved his french fries to get [name]'s attention. Her eyes brightened as she immediately went over to her little brother. “I watched your milk tea and donuts by the way.”

“Thanks, kid.” [name] ruffled his hair and sat back down to her seat as she grabbed her milk tea with pearls. “Sorry I took longer, I had to sort things out with Amane-kun.”

“Is he your boyfriend Neechan?”

[name] choked on the pearl when Jiro asked if Amane was her boyfriend. “J-Jiro—!” she scolded between coughs. “Why so sudden?”

“Here, have some fries Oneechan.” Jiro offered her some of his fries. Amane chuckled at their dynamic, to think that [name] was also an older sibling is admirable.

“He's your younger brother?” Amane grabbed a chair and sat in front of their table.

“Yeah,” [name] replied. “Jiro [surname], he's 5th grade.”

“Nii-chan, want some?” Jiro handed Amane a donut. Amane quickly thanked the little boy and received the donut, munching it gratefully. “Ah, Oneechan! A classmate of mine is gonna come over tomorrow!”

“Ne, Amane-kun.”

“Hm?”

“When's your shift over?” [name] asked.

“Later at 7:00 pm, why?” Amane questioned her back.

“I was wondering if you'd like to come over to my house...”

Amane choked internally. He looked at [name] in pure disbelief, shakily pointing a finger at her. “You want me to come over?” he asked.

“I hope you don't mind, it's okay if you decline of course.” [name] swats her hands in front of Amane. “You're probably busy after this.”

“Maybe some other time, [name].” Amane answers, it made [name] a little bit sad but it's fine nonetheless. Amane felt kind of bad for declining her request of coming over. He has his own life too, like taking care of his brother or doing the housework. But then an idea came to mind. “I'll walk you two home instead.”

“Is that okay for you, though?”

“I don't want you to go alone at night, it might be dangerous.” Amane insists. [name] nodded and sipped on her milk tea slowly. He slowly averted his gaze with a small blush on his face. “And I can't afford to lose you...” he murmured.

[name]’s cheeks warmed at his sudden words. She glances away from the amber-eyed boy and continues to sip on her milk tea to compose herself before she can face him again. Amane shyly stares at [name]. He lets out an exaggerated sigh, thinking to himself that he was crushing so damn hard on [name].

Amane pulls out his phone from the pocket of his apron. “Ah, [name]-san,” The amber-eyed boy looked at the time. “My shift is finished, come on, let's get you two home.”

“We'll wait for you outside.” [name] stands up from the table along with her little brother. Amane cleaned up the table with a stupid in loved smile upon his strikingly perfect visuals.

Akaji rests his elbow on top of Amane's choppy hair. “So, that's your crush?” he asked with a teasing tone. Amane blushes and pried his senior's arm off his head. “It's amusing seeing you being in love~”

“Then what if she is my crush?” Amane glared at him as his whole face was heating up like crazy. He let out a small 'hmph' from his lips and headed over to the locker room.

[name] was waiting outside, carrying her brother's school bag while humming. Amane got out of the cafe and tiredly smiled at her. “Sorry if I take too long.”

“No worries.” [name] reassured the boy. “Come on, let's go.”

The three started to walk together in the night. Amane side-eyed the female next to him and his amber eyes trailed down to her hand. ‘Am I in love with [name]?’

Amane subtly wrapped his pinky finger around [name]'s while looking away. ‘Amane what the actual crumbs are you doing—? Should I pull away—?’

[name] clasps his gentle hand, her face warms along with her ears. The two teens averted their glimpses from each other as they continued walking alongside without the knowledge of her little brother. Amane is definitely feeling butterflies in his very own stomach, maybe this isn’t platonic at all since he’s catching feelings.

“Ah, we’re here now,” [name]’s eyes trailed down to his hand that was still interlocked with hers. Amane seems he doesn't want to let go of her gentle hand. “Amane-kun, your hand…”

“Sorry!” The choppy haired boy quickly drew back his hand and scratched his cheek. [name] beckoned her brother to go back inside the apartment just to have an alone time with Amane. Now, the two of them grew silent waiting on who will talk first.

Fate decided, Amane should speak. “No hard feelings?” he winced, shrugging his shoulder like a dork he is. Y/n smiled softly and spread her arms.

“Hug?” she asked. Amane ran in her arms and gave her a big hug, pressing his cheek against hers and squealed a bit as. “Hey Amane-kun?”

“Yeah?” His face warms up.

“I like you.”

Amane pulled away from the hug to look at her while processing what the girl had said. “So I'm going to stay by your side no matter what.” then she swatted her hands to betray her feelings. “Of course I meant it as a friend thing—”

“I like you too, Y/n-san.” He reached over to mess with her hair. “You’re the first girl who ever told me that she liked me, I appreciate that.”

“I gotta go home now,” Amane pats her shoulders and walks away a bit. “I'll be making lunch for us two, so better look forward to it~”

Y/n gave him one last smile. “Always,”

taglist: @closetweebsmh @closetwaffle @beonanagyu

[morimallow]

Dive With Me

⚠ : slight (?) NSFW in the beginning.

pairing: Hoshiumi Korai x reader because he be second to my Morisuke.

HOLY SHIT, I FORGOT. THIS CONTAINS SLIGHT SPOILERS ABOUT THE HAIKYUU MANGA.

“K-Korai..!” you called out his name as you tightened around his dick. “Slow down.. a-ahh..” You grabbed the edge of the headboard to gather some strength because he was pounding into you real good. He was filling you to the brim, hitting the exact same spot over and over again.

He leaned closer to you with his mouth dangerously near your ear. Hearing his soft grunts and heavy breathing just turns you on even more than before. “If you want me to slow down, you have to beg,” he pulls out his thick cock until only the tip is in, he continued, “louder, for my name,” he thrusts in you in one swift harsh move, “and harder, my darling.” You clenched your dripping pussy upon hearing that endearment he only uses in bed.

You moaned and screamed his name as he thrusted in and out of you harder and faster. “Fuck, baby. Are you trying to milk me, huh? You feel so fucking good.” Without a word, you squeezed him inside you as you ride out your orgasm prolonged by your boyfriend's hot groans and marks by sucking your neck. Korai followed you and came inside, his thick cum filling up the condom haha u thought practice safe sex.

After resting for a bit, he stood up in all his crowning glory I mean dude he's seriously hot threw the condom in the trash bin and went back to the bed spooning you.

He placed soft open-mouthed kisses on your shoulder and nape, secretly trying to look at your phone screen.

“Korai, love,” you started and he hummed in response, his all attention on you. “Can we adopt?”

He moved his hand from your waist down and started drawing soothing circles on your stomach. “Why? Is one of us infertile or something? We can just make one. You should've told me to stop using con—” You cut him of by your hysterical laughter.

“Fuck!” You continued laughing, grabbing his hand tightly around your stomach as it starts to hurt. Then finally, you said, “But we can't make a whale, babe. I want a whale.”

Right then, you were now laying on your back and you see in your peripheral vision that your boyfriend is staring at you— blankly. After a while, he said breathlessly, “Are you serious right now? You're unbelievable.”

“But I really want a whale. Midnight is so cute!” you tried to reason out to him. You had your obsession with whales when you were in junior high. These large mammals roam in vast and calm oceans that you just wanna swim with them forever. You were a professional diver even before you started college and graduated from a prestigious school, earning your bachelor's degree in Marine Biology and now you're taking up Cetology for further studies.

Seeing that your boyfriend is still not convinced, you straddled his stomach, completely forgetting that you're butt-naked. Placing one of your gentle hands on his hard and toned chest, you gave him your puppy eyes, “Just look at him!” you exclaimed as you held out your phone to him, picture of Midnight's tail above the water.

And with that, Korai almost gave in to your charms like he always does. He placed his rough and calloused hands on your hips, “Baby, we can't possibly home a huge ass whale here—” and you snapped. You know Korai doesn't share the same love for whales as you do but he should at least know it's illegal to take whales from their natural habitat.

You got up and stood by the bed and said with such disappointment, “Home a whale? That's what's impossible. It's an adoption! It's just a certificate but the staff would take care of him. They'd just send us pictures and videos of our baby and that's it.” You stomped towards the bathroom, with your back facing him, you said, “You should've at least known that I'd never adopt a whale to live in our house but to help them,” entered the room and slammed the door at his gaping face.

Feeling irritated at your actions, Korai decided to share this to his team and get their opinions.

“Even you, Kageyama? Seriously,” he scoffed and went out for his early morning run. You usually go together but you're both irritated so Korai decided to just ignore you.

Walking out of the bathroom, you saw that Korai was no where to be found. Maybe I hurt him..? You tend to not think of someone's feelings when it comes to whales. Guessing that he won't be back until lunch or probably until dinner, you went to your university to continue your lab research. If he'll ignore you then might as well ignore him too.

You couldn't concentrate on your research and your professor suggested you go home early and come back when you feel better. You agreed, thinking that your boyfriend was waiting for you to come home and you'd make your dinner together but when you got home, it was empty. It was cold and just.. dull. He's not here. It's just a house.

Trying to be optimistic, you started to make dinner. Since your boyfriend is an athlete, you made him something which is low in carbs and high in protein. You were always thoughtful and observant — keeping tabs on every little detail about him. Like how he crunches his nose when he blushes, how he kisses your forehead when he has early morning practice, the way he moves making the smallest sounds possible because he doesn't want to wake you up..

An hour passed. Two, three, four..

You lost count and fell asleep in the dining room.

You've had enough. Alright, Y/N, you're going to the university, finish Chapter 4, pass it to professor, continue your experimentation, go for an evening jog and don't think of Korai. Who cares if you're getting busy the day before your birthday? Not like your boyfriend will throw an unexpected party or at least come home, right? You're pathetic. And you did just that.

Sun shining through the window, you slowly opened your eyes. You looked at the clock and it was already 11AM. Maybe he's home. You ran towards the door, with the biggest smile on your face, to see if his shoes are there. And they weren't.

You came home at around 21:32 and you're beat, so, you took a quick shower and went to bed, not bothered by the fact that he didn't come back.

The soft mattress of the bed left your back and was replaced by two strong and muscled arms. It was warm. It was home. It was Korai. You didn't believe that he was here carrying you to who-knows-where. But even so, guilt was eating you up and you said to the dream Korai, “I'm so sorry, love,” and you sniffled a cry. The dream Korai kissed your forehead and then a peck to your lips. “I'm sorry too, my love, but I need you to go back to sleep, okay?” He's not real but you muttered an okay back anyway.

When you dream, you always end up waking up on the floor not unless Korai is holding you in your sleep but you didn't expect that you'd wake up in a different.. soft bed. You slowly sat up because you were kinda dizzy. Maybe you did fall off the bed but the small window inside the room said otherwise. It was still dark out, probably dawn. Your boyfriend's Adlers jacket caught your eyes. It was hung beside the window with a pair track pants and your favorite shirt from Korai's closet. Feeling a little chilly, you wore the given clothes and tucked your hands inside the pocket of the jacket. You felt a paper and took it out. It read: Come to the upper deck, baby. There are signs so you won't get lost. I'll be waiting.

You saw him leaning slightly over the railings. With the strong wind and waves crashing against the ship, he couldn't hear you walking towards him. You placed your arms around his torso, placing your hands against his rock-hard abs to keep it warm. “You weren't a dream after all,” you whispered more to yourself as you tightened your grip around him.

“I'm always real,” he replied as he took one of your hands and putting it up to his lips to kiss it. It was warm. It was real. Clenching your hand to a fist, you pressed your forehead against his back and held back the tears. “You're here. You came back..”

He turned around and held your chin with his thumb and index finger to look into your eyes. His features softened even more as he saw your tears. He cupped your cheek and held you by your waist, pulling you closer to him and pressed his lips against yours. You missed this. You missed him. The kiss was slow and passionate. You pulled for a brief moment to tilt your heads and came back to each other's lips. Eyes closed, bodies in one big bubble, and hearts connected. He pulled away and you chased his lips and slowly opened your eyes. He has this mischievous glint in his eyes. You know he saw you wanting for more and you blushed looking down.

“Fuck this,” you muttered. You wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your tip-toes, and kissed him again. This time, longer.

He snaked his arms around your waist and backed you up against the railing. He bit and nibbled on your plump lower lip as he pulled away, out of breath. He placed an open-mouthed kiss on your exposed neck and you moaned at the warmth.

“Let's go back to our room, yeah? It's quite cold,” he stated as he ran his hands through your hair.

“Carry me? You're warm,” you showed him your puppy eyes and super pouty lips, result of your intense kiss.

He shook his head and smiled at your cuteness. He spread his arms and said, “Jump,” and you did. He immediately supported your body as your wrapped your arms and legs around him, burying your head in the crook of his neck and dozed off.

You woke up again in a moving vehicle but this time, you were blindfolded.

“Korai! Are you fucking serious?!” you shouted because you have no idea where your boyfriend is seated or whether he is in the vehicle.

Series of laughters and uh-oh's erupted as someone chuckled beside you and kissed your cheek. “Don't worry, love. We're close. I just hope you're ready for this.” You scoffed, said fine, and squeezed his hand.

After a while, the vehicle stopped. The door was opened and Korai tugged your hand. As soon as you were outside, you asked, “The ocean..?”

Korai guided you to an office. You heard him say, “Mr. Hoshiumi. Yes.. yes. Thank you.”

“Ko-chaaaaaan, tell me what's happening. Take of—” And he really did take off your blindfold. He handed you a paper bag and instructed, “Go change into that. The changing room is up ahead to the right. I'll wait for you here.”

In less than 3 minutes, you came back to the spot and screamed, “I'M GOING DIVING?!” with so much excitement that the staff started to laugh quietly. You eyed your boyfriend. The wetsuit hugging his toned body and it occurred to you.. “YOU'RE DIVING WITH ME?”

Double-checking whether your gears are properly secured, your eyes caught a whale, leaping out of the water. You're frozen in the spot. “Korai..”

“Hmm?” he replied, busy with the equipment.

“I saw Midnight,” you said to him. Then, you turned to the staff who was with you and asked, “The whale who just leapt. That was Midnight, right? Tell me I'm right.”

As she was about to answer, the sound of a whale diving back into the water entered your ears. You whipped your head and just saw the tail. Your eyes widened. “Holy fucking shit, Korai! It really is Midnight!” you whisper-shouted to him.

His eyebrows furrowed and confusion was clear on his handsome features, “How do you know? You just saw it's tail.”

“Exactly!”

“What? Don't whales all look the same?”

You can't help but roll your eyes at his question. “Of course not. Whales are identified and and named by their tails. His name is Midnight because his whole tail is a dark shade of blue.”

“Oh, good. Now I can identify my son as well,” he said to you smiling. You melted at the sight but then you realized..

“Son?! You adopted Midnight?!” you whisper-shouted at him again.

“Yes, and why are you whisper-shouting? You can just voice out your excitement, you know?”

You glared at him, “Excuse me, Hoshiumi Korai. You must know that whales could be gravely affected by noise pollution.”

After diving into the water with Korai and the staff, who is holding a camera, maybe for documentation of something, you quickly searched for Midnight.

With your keen eye, you spotted him and quickly swam towards him, Korai and the staff followed behind, so you could bond with him.

While swimming with the adopted whale with so much joy, Korai grabbed your hand and made you face him.

You gave him a questioning look and it was answered the time he pulled out a small box and opened it. You were shocked.

You pulled the him upwards, heads now above the water. You quickly took off his mouthpiece and goggles. As you locked eyes with him, he knew the answer.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close, he held the box tightly in his hand and you wrapped yours around his neck.

Your lips met. The saltwater or probably tears joining in your mouth. He pulled away, pressed his forehead against yours and held your left hand. As he slipped the ring and kissed you once again, Midnight leapt just behind you. And the staff captured this perfect moments.

After getting the certificate of adoption and the whale brochure, you were now in the upper deck with Korai by your side, enjoying the full-blown formal engagement party planned by your fiance's rivals and now friends back in his highschool days.

With a drink in his hand, a light brown-haired man approached you. You recognized him as one of Korai's teammates in the Japanese National Team.

“Congrats, man. I was gonna let you pay double for the rent if Y/N-san here didn't accept your marriage proposal,” Yaku-san said and laughed lightly. He acknowledged you by bringing his cup of wine lightly towards you and you did the same.

“Thanks and as if I'd pay double. Go away. Shoo!”

“Oh, you're dissing the owner of the ship now? How bold, Hoshiumi-san,” then Yaku started to walk away. When he was near the door, he shouted, “Pay triple, you fucktard!”

As Korai was babbling incoherent words, probably insults, you grabbed him by the arm and pulled him towards the side of the deck where no one can see you. Looking down and pinching his blazer, “Give it me.”

“Give to you what?”

“Your coat! Let me wear it.. ”

He hugged you tight and placed his chin on top of your head, “Why, my fiancee? Want to show your possessio—”

“My nipples are hard, goddamn it, Korai!” you said it directly at his chest. He pulled away looked at your body. You looked extra ravishing tonight as you wore a red silk dress—low cut to show enough cleavage, a slit up just below your hip, spaghetti straps and your lower back fully exposed.

“You're so perfect I want to pound into you until you can't attend university for your degree but I'll deal with you later,” he said as he took of his coat and draped it over your shoulders.

“Let's go greet some more guests,” he said and started to walk towards the crowd.

Feeling a little bolder, you grabbed his tie and pulled him towards you, nose touching.

Maintaining eye contact, you licked his upper lip and said seductively, “Can later be now, darling?”

He groaned into the crook of your neck and replied, “I'm gonna give you the best birthday present yet.”

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[i-write-sometimes-blog]

Cold Eyes (Dark Rey x Reader) [Part 16]

Summary: After the events of Mustafar Rey and you are forced to face some new challenge in both the Resistance and the First Order yourselves now that you’re separated.

Words: 3,147

A/N: I ended up cutting the chapter to make two. So here it is, I really hope you enjoy it and really appreciate all the love you've been giving to this little thing. Have a great day!

Rey woke up whispering your name, softly, barely audible she kept calling your name as she started to recover consciousness. Light-headed, Rey forced herself to stand, looking in the direction of the bridge so desperate to find you

Panic rushed through her body as she found an empty bridge and the memories from the last fight came to her. Rey remembered only flashes of the events, painful images she wished where only the effect of the big hit that knocked her down. It couldn’t be real, could it?

“Supreme Leader” a stormtrooper approached, a new full battalion behind him. Reinforcement that arrived too late.

“Where is she?” Rey asked.

“Sir, the rebel ship escape a few minutes ago.” he reported.

“Where is she?” She repeated starting to get annoyed, she wanted to know where were you, if you left her or stayed. If you were alive.

“We saw one of the rebels carrying a body.” he said but his voice sounded suddenly distant to Rey and instead a new, unknown voice seemed to whisper in her ears.

“You killed her” the old male voice said “She’s gone now.”

Blinking Rey seemed to remember fighting against you, she remembered your friends screaming your name. Then she saw your surprised face and saw herself holding the weapon that crossed your body.

“You killed her” the voice chuckled in the distance. Rey’s eyes scanned the room searching for voice but there was no one aside from the soldiers in white helmets yet she heard the voice so clear, she sensed it so dark.

“Sir, are you okay?” The trooper asked seeing the state of confusion Rey was in.

“Yes, I need to-” but just as she started to give orders to her troops a thousand of voices screamed inside her head. "I need to go now." And with that last words she hurried to left that place following the urge to find the origin of the voices.

Rey rushed through the fortress chased by the thousand unknown and yet familiar voices screaming at her, confusing her, guiding her, calling her to the dark. The screams and whispers grew bigger as she came closer to the training room, a training room that was once a Sith temple and was now claiming her as one of them.

"Welcome, Rey" they seemed to whisper when she arrived to the room. "Finally"

"Who are you?" She said and her voice echoed through the dark room "You know us" they said. "What happened to, Y/N?" Rey tried her best to stay strong but the people laughing in her head made her feel weak, the thought of losing you suddenly invaded her and her lips trembled even though she pressed them together as her eyes watered flastly.

"Oh, poor child. You don't remember" it was a woman this time who spoke in a calmly dangerous way.

Rey rushed to answer, still looking around convinced she would found somehow the owners of the voices around her. "I do, they took her away."

"They took her body away, kid. The girl was already dead."

“No!“ she cried as the tears started to pool in her eyes, quickly falling down her face, however she kept serious. "No, I can't be. How did it happen?" She hissed for answer, her voice slightly cracking.

The old man rose his voice again "You killed her." And as he spoke, the images of the moment she stabbed you came to her memory and hit her harder than a blaster.

Rey's heart had been broken many times throughout her life, forcing her to carry a constant pain and causing an void that couldn't be filled.

Her little innocent heart broke when she was left alone in Jakku as a child, aching every night crying herself to sleep. It cracked the day she learned the truth she long time knew but refused to believe about her parents, but nothing could compare with the pain that grew inside her now, feeling as if her heart was being ripped out of her chest, feeling her every cell dying in agony knowing you were dead, knowing she was the one who had killed you.

And as the tears blurred her vision the Sith whispered one more time, many of them at the time only confusing her even more.

"You killed her. She deserved it. She’s dead. She was a traitor" was some of the things Rey could hear. "She never loved you, she only used you, betrayed you."

Rey was in a terrible pain, feeling more than she would like to. She was afraid of herselt now more than ever, she hated herself for hurting you. And with all those emotions burning inside her it was the perfect moment for the darkness to offer her a cure for all that sorrow, to drag her even deeper into the dark side of the Force.

“It was the Resistance” the Sith lords from other times murmured “All of this mess is their fault. They convinced Y/N to make you fall for her, to find Skywalker and to destroy the First Order from inside.”

“No, she would never-” Rey murmured and her voice cracked, refusing to believe something she thought since the beginning and those exact words Rey had told you the very first day she brought you to the fortress.

“She did. You always knew this was all an act, allowed the light to convince you otherwise but you always knew the truth.”

The girl was blinded by the sudden doubt that grew on her, wondering if anything was ever real. Were your words just another lie to make her guard down? Had you really meant those soft kisses that confronted her when she most needed? Did those nights with her even meant something to you?. Rey knew the answer, an answer the Sith whispered in her ears. “No, she never loved you.”

“Tell me” she begged “what I should do now? how do I stop this pain inside me?” she sobbed.

“You know what you have to do, Rey.”

“Tell me.” she repeated. Rey looked so small so fragile in the middle of the room once again begging for answers, just like she used to when she was a poor girl alone in a planet with nothing more than sand and bad people. She looked just like a child, so helpless and yet she had the look of a survivor that had went through enough to know it was time to rise for herself.

“Destroy the Resistance. Destroy them and the galaxy will be finally yours as it meant to be.” the old voice of the emperor spoke for all the Sith.

“I will, then.” Rey said, this time her voice sounded firm, confident of her mission and purpose in the galaxy. She realized every moment of her life was preparing her for this, making her stronger, tougher. Rey had been fighting against the darkness for so long, never giving in completely to it but it was time to surrender to the dark inside her entirely.

Her body felt numb as she concentrated in the pain and anger inside her before feeling the seductive pull of the dark, feeling the power of a thousand generation of Sith in her veins spreading like electricity through her body so much she felt the tips of her fingers tickling it could shot lightning through them.

She observed her hand for a moment noticing the sparks dancing on her fingertips, the tears of her eyes disappeared as a mischievous grin curled her lips. And with a sift move of her hand she aimed to an ancient stone column that was destroyed immediately by the lightning that left her fingers. Powerful, she felt unstoppable ready to end this war.

Her eyes tinted yellow, slightly red, a reflection of the lava burning beneath the Fortress, the colors of the Sith. A wicked smirk formed over her face, feeling better than ever. She left the room with the whispers behind her.

“Rise, Rey, Dark Lady of the Sith.”

******

The image of an specific yellow eyes getting closer and the ultimate feeling of a great dark power setting free haunted you in your sleep. An urge to run as far as possible away from that darkens grew on your body and panic rushed through you as your dreams revealed Rey in the middle of the training room, tears were replaced with a devilish smirk. She had fallen completely, giving in totally to the darkest side of herself.

You saw her spinning her lightsaber before aiming towards your body, the action dragged you out of your sleep abruptly and as your eyes snapped open you found yourself in a strange place, feeling the pain below your ribs just like you had some many times before after a nightmare, except this time it was not just another bad dream.

"Easy there, easy." Finn murmured stopping you from getting out of the small bed in the medical bay. And observing out your hands wandered over your patched wound.

Sighing you allow yourself to lie down, and tried to contain the tears from falling as you remembered Rey's lightsaber stabbing your body.

"Where are we?”panting you said .

“Ajan-Kloss, new base. We’re safe, Y/N.” Finn told you making you feel a little better, a bit more secure.

“How long was I asleep?" You murmured.

"A day" he said. "I know how it feels to wake up in a strange place after a battle, take your time. You did give her a battle.".

A day. You spent a whole day asleep in here. So many things could happen in a day, good or bad, everything could change in a single day. Being that much time asleep felt life is you were missing important things, what happened in Mustafar? To the controller? To the bombs planted in the colonies? Had they already figure out a plan to defeat the First Order? were some of the questions echoing in the back of your head and yet there was another one that seemed to sound louder. What happened to Rey?

Thought the side of your body was still hurting, you wanted to move on, to help the Resistance now for real.

"The controller?" you rushed to ask Finn.

"Admiral Statura’s still working on it. We'll make a strategy as soon as he knows something.”

He stared at you, first his eyes lied over your patched wound hidden beneath the grey simple shirt covering your body, then he met your gaze just for a moment before looking down at the floor. He had questions you sensed it, maybe more question than you had, you understood him. He hadn’t see you in a very long time and just yesterday he saw you in a First Order’s uniform.

You were not sure if you were ready to answer his questions.

"What is it, Finn?” you told him.

“I’m glad you’re back.” he said, winning a small smile from you.

“But…?” you encouraged him to speak his mind, you knew there was something else than just that.

“I… I have so many questions, there are things I don’t understand.” he finally said, there was pure doubt in his eyes and confusion. “I mean, I saw Rey, back in the woods, completely ready to kill you, I’ve seen her in action killing our friends without a second guessing and I saw her… “

Finn’s eyes went to the floor once again, searching for the right way to say it. You knew what he meant, he saw her stabbing you.

"... I saw her hurting you. All those times I saw anger in her eyes.” he murmured avoiding your eyes completely. He sighed before looking directly at you “But when she was holding you in Mustafar, there was something different.” he paused, as if he was unsure of his words.

“What you saw then?” you asked, intrigued.

“Peace.” he told you. “There was peace in her eyes, and light… and love.”

It was you this time who looked away, his words felt like a dagger in your aching heart. You had seen that way closer than him, you’ve seen the anger and pain in her as well as the light, as well as the love or so you thought.

“I’ve been wondering, why didn’t she kill you. At first I thought it was because she needed an apprentice but I think now, after seeing you in Mustafar, I know the truth” he added “She loves you, Y/N”

“I don’t know anymore, Finn” you murmured “I want to believe that she does but… she has done so many things that say otherwise.”

“And what about you? You love her?” He questioned.

“Yes.” you mumbled. You watched him nodding softly.

A familiar pilot stepped into the room, he seemed worried, stressed, the usual confident smirk wasn't adorning his face.

"Emergency meeting, General Organa wants everyone in the strategy room." Poe said as he was closer to Finn, then his eyes met you. "You should come too."

"I'll be there" you agreed.

"Good to have you back." he finally gave you a slight but playful smile before rushing out of the room.

Few minutes later you walked by Finn's side through the underground old base, the tunnels-like hallways were filled with people in orange pilot suits and grey jumpsuits with the signature of the Resistance and for a moment you felt home, felt like the old times but clearly everything changed from the last time you were around.

As you walked you could feel the eyes of many people lying over you, unknown rebels looking at you with doubt, hated and even fear that made a young woman jump out of your way. There were others whispering hurting words, rumours about you. You heard them calling you a deserter, a liar, a traitor.

You tried your best to ignore them, but words can hurt more than a real wound.

Finally you arrived to the room filled with people that murmured as soon as they saw you step inside, wearing the black clothes of the First Order, the only thing that wasn't part of the uniform was the grey shirt with the flame of the Resistance.

By the table you caught the General who greeted you with an approval nod and a soft smile. Then the meeting started.

“We all know the advancement of the First Order over many systems,” Poe spoke as the blue hologram showed the image of one of the planets with a cannon. “Well, it got worse” he said as a collective gasp filled the room. “Recently we found out the whole galaxy is in a great danger, the First Order installed cannons on their colonies.”

“Fortunately, the most recent mission was lucky enough to obtain this controller, without it they won't be able to activate the bombs, for now.” Admiral Statura added. “I've analysed the device and generated a code that would deactivate the cannons once and for all" he said and then he looked directly at Leia's direction “but it has to be connected to the central panel of control."

“Could be a problem right now.” Poe said leaning over the holo table. “The Supreme Leader ordered a blockade in Mustafar."

There were a few murmurs, you saw some people's faces filling with sorrow and disappointment, giving up, losing hope.

"So? We just have to get the datapad there." Finn rose his voice, confident as always. "What are we waiting for?",

"Kid, there's a whole blockade of cruisers that can destroy planets, our ships don't stand a chance." An old grumpy man said.

"We've done it before" Finn added. "We just need a distraction, drag their attention away so a small squadron can get to the planet. We connect controller at the main panel and it's done."

There was a grin dancing on Finn's lips, you admired how much of a good strategist he had become, a good leader to follow. You couldn't help but smile at his idea.

"It's not gonna be easy." The other man said.

"Nothing worthy is ever easy" your friend said.

"But what if it doesn't work? This plan can cost us many lives." An admiral growled.

Leia's tired but hope filled eyes searched for you across the table.

“Y/N, you know this place better than anyone." She spoke in a calm confident way. "s this plan possible?” feeling the entire room looking at you you sighed before raising your voice.

“Could work.” you confirmed “There’ll searching for the Falcon, guess that can be our distraction." You said, you knew Rey would try to destroy that ship first, just out of rage. "If we manage to past we can't land directly on the Fortress, there'll be troops guarding every angar. So we would have to get to the Fortress on feet."

"But how are we gonna know where is the control panel?" Rose asked, already supporting the plan. From the other corner of the table you saw Leia giving you a gentle smile.

"I can guide a team through the place." you said knowing how they were going to react, with murmurs and exchanged glances as they soon started to discuss how and why the Resistance could not trust you, not after being so much time with the enemy, not after hearing so many rumours of you becoming Rey's apprentice and so much more. You were a traitor and nothing else for them.

And through the chaos of voices sounding at the same time, you decided to speak up.

“I know you don't trust me," you started "you have no reason to. I know some of you consider me a coward, a deserter or a traitor." The people looked at you as your voice echoed through the place. "Maybe I am all of those things, hate me if you want, I don't care. But please, don't let those bad feelings you have for me blind you, don't let the galaxy suffer just because you don't like me. This may be the only chance we’ll ever have.”

The dead silence in the place made you doubt for a moment of your words, sure there weren't the best but were sincere, you just hoped they would accept.

"She's right, this is our only chance" Poe added. "And she's the only one that know that place. As I see it, Y/N it's our only hope to end this war."

Approval faces nodded in response. Poe then reviewed the plan "We use the Falcon as distraction, I'll get to the planet with a small squadron and make sure Y/N gets inside. And then what?"

"You blow everything up" you said, the pilot smiled confidently at you before turning his gaze to Finn and finally to Leia who gave him an approval nod.

"Alright, everybody go. We have a war to end" Poe commanded.

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Vellichor

The One With Shit and The Fan

A.N. Yall are about to be very mad at me, but it must be read.

~•~

Oh and I know

And you know that we've been here before

I think I know how it should end

We got an audience calling us crazy

You feel like a white suburban mom.

The ones that hoot and howl over every little thing in preparation for company.

You feel like that, because that's exactly what you're doing right now.

Hooting and howling over every little thing in preparation for company.

"If you move a pillow to sit on the couch, what do you do with the pillow when you're done sitting on the couch? YOU PUT THE PILLOW BACK! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU GUYS?!"

You had finally managed to convince Jisoo to agree to a civilized dinner with Taylor's parents. It involved a lot of placating and a lot of sex.

So naturally, you had to make sure the house was spic and span, because you wouldn't be caught dead in a filthy home.

Luckily, your children had pulled their own weight and helped, you were now just doing the finishing touches, like putting throw pillows in their proper place and screwing the cap on the milk jug tighter.

You also made sure to keep an eye on Jisoo just in case she decided to booby trap the place. At this point you wouldnt put it pass her.

Ryland came bouncing into the kitchen excitedly, "What did you make for dinner tonight, mommy? You got my text about the Bae-Park's dietary restrictions right?"

Despite being the second oldest, Ryland still called you 'mommy' occasionally. Especially, when she was excited or wanted something.

"Yes. Suzy and Jackson are allergic to peanuts and Taylor won't eat anything with a face. We'll see how long that lasts because you're a carnivore like your mom. And I passed it along to Lia because she cooked." You fussed around the kitchen. Dusting and swatting at imaginary dust.

"But what if mama convinced Lia to poison Chaeyoung?!"

You rolled your eyes. Did your daughter really think her mother would do something like that? Or better question. Did she really think you would let her mother do something like that?

"Jisoo has been here all day and I have her phone. I talked with Lia about everyone's needs and she made something suitable for everyone. Everything is going to be okay. Calm down, baby."

Ryland pouted, "How do you know if Chaeyoung has any restrictions? I didn't text you about her."

"We dated, remember?"

"No. I wasn't there."

"...Everything is going to be okay. Now, get out of my kitchen and set the dining room table. You might have to bring some more chairs in from the garage."

Ryland nodded.

~•~

Jisoo stared at her wife with a partially unreadable expression on her face.

She had been tricked into this. Bribed, if you will. Maybe even conned.

Sure, she was more or less fine with Taylor dating her daughter, but she wasn't really fine with spending more than an hour in a room with one of the only other people on the planet who knows what her wife looks like naked.

Great.

Her wife looks great naked. And Park Chaeyoung knew that.

She was doing her best to hide her blatant jealousy and anger but Jisoo wasn't an oscar winning actress for a reason.

"Are you getting all primped up for me or for her?" It sort of just slipped out. You had been putting on makeup for the past hour and Jisoo couldn't help but wonder.

You had never rolled your eyes harder in your life, "I'm not about to start this with you."

"You're avoiding the question."

"Because you should know the answer by now."

"For me?"

You put the finishing touches on your dark tinted red lip. Smacking them dramatically, then placing the tube of lipstick back onto the vanity.

You turned toward Jisoo with a smirk, "Oh no. For me."

Jisoo could only watch you walk out the door and into the main living area of the house.

Jisoo would try to keep the snarkiness to a minimum. If only because she's sure if she doesn't she'll never get to see your great nakedness again.

~•~

Dinner, to everyone's surprise, isn't that awkward. Probably due to the fact that Taylor easily dominated the conversation, you're a bit preoccupied with fussing over Kaleb, and Jisoo has had a full glass of red wine.

"Tay tay! How did your parents react to you telling them Ryland was your mate? Did they throw a tantrum like mama did?" Peyton asked, her mischievous smile poorly hidden behind her glass of lemonade.

Sometimes, you think Peyton forgets she still lives with you unlike her older siblings and can most definitely still be grounded. You had to resort to your signature glare, but it did the trick as Peyton slumped into her chair, thoroughly frightened.

Taylor looked confused at the question. Peyton knew the answer. They're literally best friends. She was the first one she told.

"No. Mom just mumbled that it probably made sense and then I went to go play soccer."

Ryland smiled lovingly across the table at Taylor. Lia made a gagging sound.

You thanked whatever being was listening that Peyton's chaos energy hadn't prevailed. If you thought, Ryland was your demon child while you were pregnant with her, you surely hadn't seen anything yet.

"Okay, why don't all of you kids, go do whatever it is you do in the livingroom. Mom doesn't need you to see her scarf down an entire bottle of merlot in one gulp." You mumbled that last part under your breath.

Everyone but Lia left the table, happy to be excused.

You stared at her blankly.

"I'm 22."

You're not exactly sure why but your patience is wearing thin quickly.

"Did I ask how old you were?"

"No, ma'am. Excuse me." She bowed her head dramatically before grabbing Kaleb and scurrying from the table.

"Kids. So....interesting." Chaeyoung said in an attempt to break the silence.

"Yeah. I keep telling myself that my reward for not killing them are future grandchildren. Well, actually. I'm already terrified of whatever Peyton procreates."

Both Chaeyoung and Suzy laugh at your joke.

"So, how'd you two meet?" Jisoo asked inbetween sips of her wine. She wasn't even looking in Chaeyoung and Suzy's direction, if only because it was sort of hard to peer around you in their positions.

You tried to listen for answers, you really did, but your reasoning for the irritability comes to light. You're sweating and almost slumped over into Jisoo, but you somehow managed to keep yourself upright.

Jisoo and Chaeyoung's eyes snapped to you at the same time. And the last time you felt this much dread, was when you found out that Jisoo and Chaeyoung found out about each other.

It's almost like you see Chaeyoung's mouth move in slow motion. You will her not to say anything, just let you silently excuse yourself from the table and take your suppressants, but no. Things were never easy when it came to Chaeyoung and Jisoo.

Chaeyoung offhandedly mumbled "That's familiar." She doesn't really mean anything by it. You knew that, hell even Suzy knew that.

But you can see the glass in Jisoo's hand start to shake.

"What did you just say?"

"Huh? Oh nothing. I didn't mean anything by it, Jisoo. I swear."

"Chu...let it go." You do your best to calm her down with a light touch to her thigh.

"It's no big deal. It was stupid I shouldn't have said it."

"You fucking my wife isn't a big deal?"

"Jisoo! What the hell?" You stared at your alpha who seemed to be looking right through you to Chaeyoung. The pent up anger in her eyes was quite astonishing.

"What's your problem, Jisoo? It's been years and the only one who still fucking cares is you." Chaeyoung said with a shake of her head.

"My problem is you."

Chaeyoung rolled her eyes, "I'm married with two beautiful kids. I don't want y/n and she doesn't want me. Grow up."

Chaeyoung gathered her belongings and gestured for her wife to follow her. Suzy did so reluctantly, she shot a glance of sympathy toward you but otherwise didn't say anything.

The family left, two confused children in tow.

You swallowed harshly, it was surprisingly easy to fight off your heat instincts considering you wanted very little to do with the person that's supposed to help you through that.

"Well. Congratulations."

Jisoo's brows furrowed, not in the least bit surprised when you dont elaborate.

You got up from the table without a word. You headed to the livingroom and poked your head in, "Peyton, do you mind cleaning up the table. You don't have to do the dishes, just put them in the sink. Thank you." Abigail and Ryland stared after you.

Peyton set about doing the task without any fan fare.

You then hurried into your bedroom. Wiping at your eyes and your makeup.

You knew Jisoo had followed you. Probably wanting an explanation about what you said.

"Why can't you just let it go? It's been twenty years. You said you were over it, but every time you're even slightly reminded you blow up. You know how sorry I am but it feels like I'm still being punished."

"You slept with her. You're mine and you slept with her." Jisoo looked at you like she didn't understand how you didn't get that.

"I'm yours now. I wasn't back then. Even if you imprinted on me I wasn't your mate. I wasn't even your girlfriend. I didn't cheat on you. Why does everything I did have to be some slight against you?"

Jisoo huffed, "You knew I loved you. You led me on you made me think that it was only me. That you were only going to choose me."

"What did I ever say to make you think that? Was marrying you not enough? Is being your mate not enough? Those three beautiful babies not enough?"

"We have four kids."

"Oh, hop off it. You know that's not what I meant."

Jisoo doesn't say anything further. She only stares at some point passed your head.

"Am I not enough for you, Jisoo? Because I don't know what else I can give you. I gave you my life, my love, my womb. But it's still not enough for you. What else do you want from me?!" You tried not to raise your voice too much, but it was sort of a hard feat to accomplish around your tears.

"To go back in time and not sleep with her. To say she never meant anything to you."

"Oh. You want the impossible." You nodded slowly, not agreeing in the slightest. But you got it now.

"Say it."

"You know I can't."

"Say it, y/n."

"We told each other that we would never lie to each other, and I'll be damned if I start now."

"...Then tell me to leave."

"Jisoo."

"I need to go, but I can't do it unless you tell me to."

You choked on a sob, "Fine. Go. Just know, if you walk out of that front door everything that I have said tonight, will be proven right."

That got Jisoo to hesitate. To rethink breifly. But the alpha is telling her to go before she does something she really regrets. So, she leaves. And the pain that encompasses her heart is nothing like she had ever felt in her life.

You heard the door slam shut and with it, Peyton walked into the room. You pretend that you dont see the tears in each other's eyes, "Mommy?" Her omega is calling out to yours, probably more than she realized.

She's technically a pup and she needs comfort, so even though you felt like curling up into a ball and dying you give it to her.

She practically falls into your lap and she sniffled. Your and Jisoo's bond isn't broken by any means, but even the children can tell there's something not quite right.

"I didn't mean for you to hear that, baby girl."

"Are you two going to be okay? I've never seen mama that mad before."

And that question coming from her daughter seemed to hurt the most, "I hope so, Pey. I hope so."

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Useful—6(1)

Genre: College AU

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Y/N Y/L/N

Summary: The school's most popular boy wants to be friends with Y/N, out of the blue. It definitely doesn't have anything to do with her hot best friend, though.

Word Count (For the chapter): 6,367

Warnings (For the chapter): Fluff, Mentions of Depression, suicide attempts, murder, angst, panic attack, fluff, more fluff?

A/N: Well, hello there. First of all, THANK YOU. I mean it, thank you so much. You guys are so supportive, it makes me feel I don't deserve y'all. And since I made you wait extra long for this chapter, I wrote an extra long chapter. Does it make up for the delay?

Just got to know I can't make a post this long so I'm going to post this chapter in two parts. If you're patient enough, please do read. Thank you.

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Chapter 6(1)

Chapter 5

"Really now? That's where you bring me?" Dean said, as you rolled your eyes at his, pretty much, failed attempt at hiding the excited little girl he was being.

"Stop, huh. Stop acting like you don't enjoy this." A mischievous smile formed on his lips when you said it at god knew what he thought.

"But theme park rides? What are we? Babies?"

"Babies go on theme park rides?" You looked at him, amused by the stupidity that practically dropped off every word of that sentence, "Alright, grandpa, you can sit at a side while I go enjoy those rides alone. Come on, Dean!"

"Only because you insist." He said as he grabbed your hand and dragged you through the gates. You didn't even remember visiting a theme park, it's been that long you came to one. It was beautiful and you already were ready to jump into every ride you find. It was mesmerizing.

Painfully mesmerizing. Just a reminder of how you fucked up your childhood. But you were going to enjoy today. You had come here with your best friend, and nothing—no haunting past memories—was going to make you less happy about today.

"Here, sunshine," amidst your thoughts, you didn't even realize when Dean's hand slipped out of yours and he went. You shook your head to break the chain of thoughts. 

Dean stood there, with a kid grin on his face, holding two candy floss in either of his hands. The sight was to behold, as something inside you did a somersault, and just like that all the dark memories faded away as you took the blue one from him.

"You're gonna leave me with the pink one?" He pouted, giving you one of his puppy dog eyes, which he claimed he learned from his little brother.

"Not working on me, Dean. Go tell Sam he wasn't a good teacher." You said, chuckling. And you couldn't have misheard it for the death of you, Dean giggled. Actually, giggled. Like a baby. It made your heart flutter inside your ribs and just like that, you let your eyes linger on his freckled face for longer than it was appropriate for a friend.

"Do you think we should go to that place first?" You followed Dean's gaze and shook your head seeing a small 'pie stall'.

"So typical of you, jade boy." You arched your eyebrows at him, "what d'ya say we go on some rides and tire ourselves a little before that?

He pouted, again, the cutest pout you've ever seen, as you laughed at the ridiculousness of his face, "that face does not suit you, Dean. Get back at being that tough guy."

He followed behind, as you made your way to the stall. He beamed,"As if you don't die to kiss it off my lips all the time."

"Watching too many chick flicks these days, huh, Winchester?" You responded, too quickly, without turning to look at him and let him see your flushed cheeks. Comments like these made you want to think if Dean sees you like someone more than just his best friend too, if he ever had thoughts of both of you together in more than the way you were. It wasn't something that happened all the time, but sometimes you liked to wonder. Dean was everything that a good guy could be, and much more than you deserved. You could never make that place in his heart. And definitely not with how you looked. 

Sitting down on one of the small tables, you sighed. Licking the candy straw one last time, you tossed it in the dustbin that wasn't too far away from where you seated. Dean let out an amused laugh, "My kinda girl!"

You looked at him taking a seat in front of you on one the plastic chairs, with a scrunched up nose and a sheepish smile, "What even?" You laughed a little, "Your kinda girls lick it off the stick, now?"

Dean almost choked on his floss before smirking at you, "yeah, yeah they do."

It took you a moment before you realized what you just said and you hid your face in your hands, "Oh my god, Dean! Shit shit shit, I didn't mean it like that!"

By this time, Dean was doubling over laughter. He kept his forehead on his fists in order to hide his face as he kept laughing.

"Alright stop okay, it wasn't even that big a deal." You scoffed, embarrassed, trying to stifle your own laugh. Dean's smile was contagious, especially when he was like this—laughing his heart out with an almost red face while his eyes crinkled in those gorgeous crow feet which were starting to become your weakness, "Oh god, Dean, stop."

And just like that you both were laughing, unbothered by the people around giving you crazy looks. For the first time in a very very long time, you didn't care about how you looked while laughing. It just came naturally with him, easier,"Your face...you should have seen your face." He took a deep breath, regaining his ability to speak, "I'll go bring us the pie."

"I'm paying!" You yelled after him, as the smile faded away from your lips. You knew he didn't mean it like that, he never would but the voice in the back of your head was hell bent on convincing you otherwise. He just meant it in a funny way, like you would if you said something like this to someone, but for some reason you couldn't help but think there was something about your face that forced a laughter out of him. If he thought your face was funny or weird, or if he thought you were ugly but was just too nice to say it directly. Your heart felt heavy, and suddenly you wanted some air. Your self doubts were the worst thing. They never let you enjoy, worse they always ended up ruining your days. You subconsciously pulled out your phone and looked at your dark reflection, observing just how flawed your face was. Every little scar looked back at you, the little milia under your eyebrows or your not-so-cute nose. You hated looking at yourself, face or elsewhere, it felt like you were made of flaws. And if you couldn't love them yourself, why would someone else? You shook your head, it wasn't the time for this. Today, you came here to spend some time with your best friend. Hating yourself could wait for later.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Dean's soft voice shook you out of your trance.

"Uh-actually.. nothing. Where's the pie?" 

"It's coming. What's up with you, really? One moment you're being all adorable and the next you're serious like this. Are you okay?"

Adorable. That's what he meant. He doesn't think you're ugly.

Or maybe he does? 

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to silence your thoughts, but in vain. They kept getting louder, telling you to just stand up and walk away from him. 

You don't deserve a good friend like him, you'll ruin his life too.

You knew where this was heading, and if you didn't stop it now you're going to make a clown out of yourself in the middle of a fxckin' fair. You tried to take a deep breath, your shaky hands came up to your ears trying to stop the voice, but it felt like you didn't even know how to breathe.

"Hey, hey, hey," You heard a familiar voice at a distance, "Y/N!" You felt two warm, big hands on yours, and you opened your eyes to see concerned green orbs looking back, "You're okay, I'm here."

It took you a second or two to register what was happening, and it felt like a bucket of cold water thrown on you. You were here, in front of Dean who knelt in front of you, looking like a weakling. This wasn't supposed to happen, this was supposed to be his day. You pulled your hands away from underneath his to make a hold of his wrists and slowly remove his palms from your face, "I'm..I'm okay. Just fine."

Dean's brows furrowed in confusion at the hint of cold in your tone, followed by a subtle clench in his jaw. He stood up, took a step back and looked away, with a stoic expression, "Yeah. You're okay."

You breathed out his name, still a little shaky and out of breath. You knew you needed him, but something held you back. You were so used to dealing with everything by yourself, that having someone now just felt weird.

"It's fine, Y/N. But I'm here, okay? And I'm not going anywhere," his few words of reassurance meant a lot more to you than you cared to admit. He walked up to you and held your hands pulling you on your feet, "Need a hug?"

You bit your lip, not sure how to tell him that you did. Fiddling with your fingers, you looked up at him through your lashes to see him smile and mumble an 'idiot' as he engulfed you in his embrace. It was a full bear hug, and it was funny someone like Dean gave it to you. He was a huge softie for a tough guy he acted like.

"See it wasn't that hard," he said nuzzling your neck, and if you didn't know any better you would think this intimate gesture had a meaning.

"Shut up, dork," you giggled, feeling his stubbles tickle at your nape, "You're so touchy."

"Don't tell anyone though," He pulled away, looking at your grinning face with a soft smile, arms still around you, "So now, listen here. We are going to eat that delicious pie, I'm taking the bigger piece, till we gain a couple extra pounds and we are going to go have fun and we won't give your pretty little brain enough time to go south."

"Sounds about right!" You beamed.

The next hour was spent having the time of your life. The rides you'd never been on before, you did now, and if you were being honest to yourself, you had never had so much fun before. You wondered why you never had it when you were a kid. Dean was so good with the bumper cars, you just realized how interested he is in cars again. It was funny to see him trying to fit, though. It took awhile for him  to adjust his large frame in that tiny car, whilst you laughed your ass off. He made sure to take revenge, though, and bumped his car in yours again and again. And then there was the mechanical bull. Your favourite. It was the first time you sat on one, and boi did you underestimate it. You, even, challenged Dean calling it 'easy peasy' and all he did was smirk at you. You should have understood it wasn't as easy as you thought it was. You barely lasted a few seconds before being thrown off, and this time it was Dean's turn to laugh. Dean lasted on it for almost a minute, yelling 'Yee Haw' making everyone laugh.

Two old ladies came up to you while you goofed around with your drinks, and you found out they were together. They almost fangirled over you both, telling you stories of how they sneaked out of their houses to go to carnivals and how much you kids reminded them of their youth. You almost choked on your coke while Dean seemed to enjoy it, "Right? Y/N and I have been together since high school. Her parents didn't allow her to date back then, and we sneaked away to meet. You won't believe it, our first kiss was scandalous. Right, sweetheart?"

You stared at him with a mouth agape, what the hell was he high on? You narrowed your eyes at him and he looked at you mischievously, as if challenging you to continue. Oh, this could be a game of two. You smiled at him, as you turned your head towards the couple looking at you both with starstruck eyes, "It was my first kiss. It's kind of funny. I made this one wait three months before I actually let him kiss me, and that was the kiss of a lifetime. Not because it was perfect, but because it wasn't. He was staying at his uncle's with his little brother, Sam that day. His Uncle just happened to be my neighbour. He sneaked out in the middle of the night, climbed up to my room. We were watching a movie, cuddling and it just kind of happened. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. Like I said, it was my first so I didn't know how to kiss him back. He thought I didn't want it, so he apologized. Kept saying sorry with that adorable face until I had to stop him." You looked up at him, again, with a smirk as he looked back intrigued, "with a kiss."

He arch his brow, clearly enjoying this as the shorter woman cooed. You wiggled your brows at him, and he took it as his cue to continue, "and that took my breath away. We made out on her bed, while her parents were just a room away. That was the hottest thing I had ever experienced, well until something else happened of course," He smirked again, looking at you as you bit your lip in anticipation of what's coming next. His eyes traveled down to your lips at your little action, "She's the hottest thing you'll ever see, not that you will, when she takes control. She looks innocent and all, but she's a wild kitten in bed. And then there are times when she completely surrenders, letting me have my way with her-"

"Too much information, babe!" You squeaked. Your eyes wide and cheeks flushed as you stared at his face, his expressions mischievous. He smirked, snaking his arms around your waist pulling you possessively to him. This was the closest you'd ever been to him, physically, and you were afraid he could feel your heart thumping in your ribs as your chests pressed with his.

He looked at you with a winning expression and whispered in your ears, "Lost so soon, wild kitten?" You could feel your ears heating up and you knew very well he saw it too. This wasn't how it was going to be, he wasn't going to know that he had that power on you, even though he did and let him tease you about it for the rest of your life. You were going to take the winning shot. You stood on your tiptoes, slowly pressing your lips to the side or his mouth, letting them linger for a second or two as you whispered a 'no' against his skin. You pulled away, looking back at his flushed face. You made Dean Winchester blush, you deserved a goddamn medal. After a moment the reality of the situation hit you. You just almost kissed your best friend. It was a game, and you hoped it didn't ruin things between you two. Your best friend mattered to you more than a silly crush you had on him.

"Oh my god, you two are so cute!" The shorter woman squealed, effectively pulling you out of your thoughts, pulling both of you out of them. You saw her looking at you with an awed face, while her taller wife scolded her a bit, "Sorry, I just get a little excited around young couples."

"It's okay, we didn't mind." Dean spoke politely, his hands still around your waist, "but I think we should get going. It's going to get dark in a couple more hours."

Walking out of the small hut, you didn't know how to form words. You couldn't believe you did that, you just hoped Dean let it past. It was so awkward, and you knew he could feel the tension too. Great, you just ended your most beautiful friendshi-

"So, uh-" Dean started, trying to cut through the tension, "First kiss, huh?"

"High school girlfriend, huh?" 

"Well," he chuckled, "You won't deny it was fun. I mean, now that I think of it, we can make a pretty good couple."

You laughed, all the tension leaving your body at his fun tone, "You bet. A pretty good, scandalous couple, who make out in the room next to my parents."

He laughed, throwing his head back this time, "Wild kitten? How ridiculous."

"That part got me. What was going through your mind when you said that?"

"A lot of things. Fantasizing my best friend? Scandalous, enough?"

"Oh my god, Dean" you laughed, trying to hide your blush as Dean threw his arms around your shoulders, "Let's go there, I still want a ride."

"On me?"

"Shut up."

You stood in front of the giant ride, eyes beaming with excitement. You wanted to go on it as soon as you entered the park. Loop-o-plane. "Let's do it!"

"I-I am not going anywhere near that thing," You frowned and looked at your best friend only to have him look ahead with saucer-like eyes. 

"Why?" You whined.

"What if that thing comes out?"

"What thing?"

"That thing that's keeping this thing in place."

You looked at him like he's grown horns, "No it won't."

"But what if it does?"

"Do you trust me?"

"With my life," his voice went soft, you turning to look at him, as his voice grew high again, "but I don't trust that thing. It's a machine, Y/N. You should never trust a machine. What if that belt breaks and we fall down and die? I hate hospitals!"

You grinned amused by his childishness, "We won't fall down, Dean, and you won't have to go to the hospital."

"Nah."

You sighed, "Alright, you can stay here and I'll go. Is that okay, now?"

His eyes grew wider, "Y/N Y/L/N, no. I know you ain't all that fond of your life but I'm not letting you get yourself killed."

"What-what even? I'm not going to get myself killed. Please, De? Please, please, please, please, pretty please?"

"Don't give me that look," you flashed him your most innocent pleading face as he glared at you, "Argh, if we die, we die together. I hate you so much."

"All the love back." You grinned, pulling him by his arms.

The next two minutes were the longest two minutes of your life. Dean screamed like a little girl, clinging to you until you couldn't feel your eyes and hand anymore. It was fun and it was torture. When you got off the ride, both of you were a little shaken, rather Dean was a lot.

"See! I told you it'll be fun." You said, cautiously, as Dean glared at you. He walked faster until he was ahead of you, "Aye grumpy soldier, come on!"

"I am never hanging out with you ever again. You little, you little-"

"Little what?" You ran up to him, and grinned, "Wild kitten?"

You could have sworn you saw his lips curl up a bit. He looked at you, narrowing his eyes, "You aren't my best friend. You're an enemy in disguise. Who sent you?"

"Lucifer!" You giggled.

"Or are you satan?"

"Hey!" You whined as he laughed circling his arms around your shoulders. You let out a little yawn, "I'm tired."

He smiled down at you, his face looking shades of pink from the setting sun. His freckles stood out darker than usual. He was a sight, so beautiful, "Let's take you home, sleepyhead."

By the time you were on the road, it was pretty dark. You sang loudly to the radio with Dean, all the tiredness leaving your body. It turned out to be the best day of your life. You, your best friend shutting the world out and living your best life.

"Dean, stop!"

"What? Why?"

"Pull over, pull over." Dean pulled over at the side of the road as you stepped out, Dean following suit, "Look at that."

Dean followed your gaze, his breath hitching at the beautiful scene in front of him. There were a couple of swans in the middle of the lake, bowing their heads in front of each other under the moonlit sky, "Wow.."

"They are mating," You whispered.

"Mating as in banging?" You couldn't help but chuckle lightly at Dean's genuine curiosity, "What?"

"No, not yet at least," You said, keeping your voice low, "They are surrendering themselves to each other. For a lifetime. The heart they're making, it's their courtship ritual. They flutter their wings, sing and dance and bow down to each other offering each other their lifetimes. They are said to be epitome of true love. Some of them even die of heartbreak if their mate dies before them."

Dean looked at the sight, awestruck. He never saw something like this before. He could all but whisper, "That is beautiful. You think such love exists between humans?"

"Like soulmates? I don't know. I never saw any. Most of the people I saw are either together because they have to, or just break each other's hearts. You?"

"Don't know. About what you said, my parents loved each other a lot. I don't know if I can love like that though."

"Maybe when the right girl comes?"

"When the right girl comes." He looked at you with a small smile and soft eyes. You, once again, read his features. He was the most beautiful man you'd ever seen, and it reminded you everyday why you would never be deserving of him. The moonlight danced on his face gracefully, and it almost took your breath away. He was gorgeous.

"You think we can go anywhere near them? Will they run away?

You shook your head lightly, pulling yourself out of your long shot of a dream, "No they won't run away, they will attack."

"Oops"

"But we can sit a little far away from them, see that bench?" You nodded to a bench near the lake, away from the swans, "Wanna sit for a while?"

He nodded, excitedly as you made your way to the bench with your hands held together, "Y/N," Dean whispered looking at you as you sat on the worn out wooden bench, "Thanks for today. It's the most fun I had in years."

"Me too." You smiled back at him.

There was a shift in the atmosphere, which you couldn't quite comprehend. It was different with Dean tonight, almost intimate. His hand never left yours as you sat by the side of the river and you didn't try to pull away either. It felt perfect. You took a leap of faith shifting closer to him, and dare you say if it were a fragment of your imagination, you saw a little smile on his face. His thumb caressed the back of your hand, and you knew whatever it was tonight would be an unspoken story by the morning. None of you will speak a word about it, but you wanted to cherish it right now. You put your head on his shoulder and he let out a sigh, returning the gesture and bringing your joined hands to his lap. You sat together in silence, seeing the mute swans at a distance singing out their love for each other.

"I'm sorry," you whispered after a while.

"For?" He whispered back, none of you wanted to break the trance you were in.

"For yesterday. I was a bitch, you didn't deserve that."

He sighed, "Sweetheart, don't beat yourself up for that."

"I don't understand why you put up with me. All I do is hurt you."

"You know what you do? You cheer me up when I'm down. You hug me outside a party house when you see that I'm struggling. You join me for movies on Friday nights and I absolutely love that. And you know what more? When you think you messed up, you come and make up for it. You don't just let it pass, or get away with it. You don't go back to being friends again acting like nothing happened, you own up to your mistakes and apologize. You make things right. Maybe we don't talk about ourselves a lot with each other, but the nights that are hard for me, I always think that I'm not alone. That there's a girl out there rooting for me, that I matter to someone and she will miss me if I am gone. You keep me going, Y/N and that is why I put up with you."

Chapter—6(2)

A/N: So yeah, the second chapter is coming right up. I hope it's not too much for one day. Also, feedback is greatly appreciated.

Btw, I LOVE YOU ALL.

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