#green hair. just sayin' °_°

[venriliz]

Nele.

The know-it-all in art class and weirdly obsessed with 80's hair bands.

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

Today on Italian class I was learning vocab to describe people and we got into this conversation about how Italians and Spaniards looked like and how tourists all looked the same and the kids especially are always identical whereas here it's impossible to mistake one sibling for another cause they don't really look the same (unless they're identical twins). Another Mediterranean win i guess.

[elsblunt]

i need soft ellie rn and i don't feel like writing today so (gonna chill and read the iliad) . pulling out jackson!ellies bun skulkily while she's laying her head upon your stomach. like she's just chilling talking about the sick habit or space or whatever n then she feels a tug on the rear of her scalp and when she goes to veer her head and examine what in gaias green earth that was she just feels the tickle of loose hair brushing her neck n she goes "hey!! what the— NAURR MY MANE!!!" cause that girl never let's her hair down💀

stop everytime i ask for recs ur always here i love u queen <;33

the auburn haired girl sat in your lap, head resting against your stomach as she drew little shapes on your thigh with her finger.

cold nipped at your body and fingertips, fireplace crackling to keep the house warm. there was snow falling aggressively outside, the wind howling and brushing against the trees.

winters in jackson were no joke, bundling up, preparing for any blizzards, stocking up on foods and always being ready. it was easier to adapt to over the years.

you were currently cooped up in the house with your girlfriend, times spent drawing and doing stupid contests, sleeping a lot, and doing some childish stuff you did as teens. now you guys just lay down on the bed, pillows scattered everywhere from the forts and fights you had.

“…and i don’t really think dinosaurs sound like RAHH, you know what i’m sayin’?” you jump slightly at her recreation of a roar, snickering softly before nodding and humming an mhm.

your fingers run through her scalp, slicking the hair back into her bun. sure, it was fun to tug on and piss her off with, but her hair was so pretty. so you grabbed on the band that held her auburn locks together, pulling it and letting her short hair fall.

ellie doesn’t really notice at first, but then she does. “hey! leave my beautiful long hair alone.” she flips her head and looks at you with a pout, grabbing at her hair and stroking it as if she had damn 30 inch buss down. “long? ellie maybe the smoking has gotten to your brain. and i just wanted to play with your hair, els..” you look at her with a defeated, sad face. making it a bit more dramatic.

the green eyed girl scoffs and lays back down, hearing your giggle before you play with her hair. “y’know, i’m gonna save my hair so when the apocalypse is over i’m gonna clone myself and there’s gonna be a lot of ellie’s. maybe i would start a new apocalypse! i would name i—“

“i’m gonna shave your head.”

[jeansplaytoy]

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥

part one

conniexreader, sexual content, cursing, drinking, smoking, black!reader, aave usage, shit talking, short part, sexual references.

when two people that have absolutely no faith in real love or trust meet each other, what could possibly go wrong?

part two here ⇨

it was another dumbass party. and you wasn’t really tryna show out like that, but you enjoyed yourself while the party was still alive. the music was loud, and it had the same smell from every party you went to.

you licked your lips, giggling at the guys that surrounded you and mikasa, sasha being with her own boyfriend. “so where you from, ma?” one of them spoke. you shrugged. “i forgot.” you mumbled before taking a long drag of the blunt in between your long nails. you adjusted the crop top that went to your outfit as the guys laughed at your purposely unfunny joke.

what a bunch of chasin ass niggas.

from the kitchen, was connie, measuring grams of weed as ony rolled them up, now and then passing them to someone that paid. “aye ony.”

ony hummed, glancing at connie. “wassup?”

“who that girl is over there? wit’ the green skirt and white heels.” connie glanced over to you as you laughed with the desperate guys that lingered around you.

“what? oh, that’s that y/n girl everybody be talkin bout.” ony mumbled, softly dabbing his tongue against the blunt. connie took a second to look back down at what he was measuring before glancing back over to you, sliding ony a few grams. “what they be sayin’?”

“ion know but everybody like her. every nigga like her, and she only friends wit’ bad bitches. that’s what i heard. matter fact, that’s mikasa and sasha home girl.” he said, looking at connie for a second.

“why, nigga you want her or sumn?” he chuckled. connie smacked his lips and frowned. “hell naw.”

“what, she ugly?” he tilted his head at connie. connie looked back over at you. “hell naw.”

your eyes averted from mikasa who sat across from you, to the kitchen, seeing someone stare at you. he didn’t look away until a few seconds after. “mika, who dat?” you pointed with a slight squint. mikasa moved one of the guys out of her way to take a look in the kitchen. “you talmout connie? the one in the grey? that’s ony homeboy.” she said.

you hummed before standing up and brushing your long hair off of your shoulder. “where you goin, girl?” one of the guys spoke. you glanced back. “ion got time for you niggas. all y’all do is beg to fuck.” you mumbled before walking over to the kitchen.

“you ony, right?” you pointed at the darkskin that was rolling up. ony slowly nodded. “and you y/n. my homeboy was just askin’ bout you.” he tilted his head over to connie. you could see connie look at him with an annoyed expression.

“how many more people you rolling up for?” you raised your eyebrows, hopping and sitting on one of the stools. ony glanced around. “shit, ion know. prolly bout… five? why, you wanna hit?” ony chuckled. “i want a sample.” you mumbled, tapping the marble counter. ony hummed. “my bad, gang, but we don’t give out samples over here.”

“here.” connie spoke, removing the blunt from his mouth and giving it to you. you raised it to your lips and inhaled deeply before exhaling after a second. you hummed. “this good.”

“and you ain’t cough? damn.” ony laughed before giving another person their blunt. “i’m used to this typa stuff, sir.” you nudged his head with one of your fingers. you gave connie his blunt back before putting yours out on the sink that was connected to the island counter.

“you ain’t gon finish that?” ony frowned, glancing at you.

“no, that shit weak.” you muttered before hopping off the stool. you stood and leaned on the counter. “and you connie.” you pointed at connie, who slowly nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. “everybody know the name.” he mumbled, putting his blunt out in a nearby ashtray.

“i been hearing of you, but i ain’t ever seen you before.” you smiled a little. connie hummed. “you too.” he said while his eyes trailed your body.

you looked him up and down before playfully rolling your eyes and walking away. “i’ll see y’all later.” you hold up a peace sign.

connie’s gaze averted down to your highly visible ass before he huffed. “ony, ian gon lie… i’d tap that shit.” he whispered while shaking his head. ony started to laugh before slowly nodding. “right, like she gon let you hit.”

~

it was no less than an hour later, than you were bent over a vanity, gripping desperately on anything you had access too. “f-fuck..” you moaned softly, feeling connie’s deep and harsh thrusts inside of you, stretching you out every second, but pleasuring you with the deep feeling.

“damn you pretty. been wanting to do this shit from the moment i seen yo ass.” connie mumbled lowly, watching you struggle to say anything back with a bold smirk on his face. your legs struggled to hold your body up. “ouu… fuck… i really don’t like you…” you whined, biting your lip and throwing your head back as his right hand held your neck and his left hand gripped your waist.

connie groaned, eyebrows furrowing a little. “mm.. i know you like me, mama.” he whispered before you both came to a climax, making you an uncontrollable moaning mess. your legs shook and you felt a warm liquid drip down your leg. connie pulled out, grabbing a napkin from the dresser and leaning both of you up.

after a few seconds, you slowly fixed yourself, readjusting your thong before turning around.

connie fixed his pants and threw the napkins away. “so that’s what everybody been talmout. i ain’t surprised.” he chuckled a little before looking you up and down. “i could prolly get used to you.”

you squinted at him. “naw, that ain’t what everybody been talkin bout cus i don’t let everybody hit. im not no hoe, conner. t’fuck?” you scoffed and shook your head.

connie raised his eyebrows. “and my name ain’t conner, ma. it’s connie. con-nie.” he said, getting in your face and nudging your head a little. you rolled your eyes, laughing a little before walking towards the door.

“aye, you gon let me… y’know.” connie rested his eyes while tilting his head at you, sitting back on the guests bed.

you looked back at him for a minute. “bye connie.” you waved him off.

what u think? p2? p10? idkkkk.

[writtenfangirl]

Car's Outside

Inspired by Car's Outside by James Arthur!

This went through an extensive rewrite/editing process so hopefully, it's good!

I tried matching up the dates as much as possible so hopefully things don't get confusing <3

Edit: I posted this before qualifying for the Mexico GP thinking “I need something to make me feel better” after the inevitable news that the GP will break my heart only to wake up to news that Charles is on Pole with Carlos at P2 and Danny Ric at P4. I just need this to happen so bad I will literally cry if this happens

I'm packin' my bags that I didn't unpack the last time I'm sayin', "See you again," so many times, it's becoming my tagline But you know the truth, I'd rather hold you Than try to catch this flight So many things I'd rather say But for now, it's goodbye

“I’m sorry,” Charles frowned. His breath fanned across her face, his forehead connected to her own. Y/N’s eyes were closed, head tilted upwards as she breathed him in.

Y/N knew Charles had to leave. It’s his job. Unlike most couples, she didn’t have the luxury of spending every minute of every second of every day with her boyfriend. Not when he was a world-famous Formula One driver whose job meant he was in a different city every week. And though Y/N enjoyed the privilege of freely going in and out of every paddock in the world because of her connections, it wasn’t a privilege she could exercise frequently. Not when she was an international lawyer also tasked with jet setting to other countries of the world. 

But they loved each other and so they made it work. Or, at least, tried to.

“Don’t apologize,” Y/N said with a rueful smile. Beneath the musky smell of his cologne, Y/N could smell him, familiar and deep, as if the very essence of him had lodged itself in her nose, up her brain, and made a home for himself. “I understand.”

“I wish I didn’t have to go,” Charles sighed, voice deep, as he, too, breathed her in deeply. “I’d rather hold you, here, forever, than catch a stupid plane.”

“You say that now, but when you win a race, you’ll forget all about me,” she teased, opening her eyes to meet Charles’s brilliant greens.

“Not true, cherie. You’re always the first thing I think of when I win. Every win is for you.” And, as if to emphasize the point, he placed a soft kiss on her nose.

Y/N rolled her E/C eyes, a wide smile stretching across her face at the kiss despite herself. “Charles, I’m already your girlfriend. There’s no need for your sweet words to convince me to be yours.”

“It’s the truth, cherie,” he chuckled, “I always think of you first, win or lose. That’s how much I love you.”

“I love you, too.” And then she pulled his face to hers, placing a kiss on his lips that had him grinning against her like a little school boy offered candy by his mother. He pulled her to him tightly, his arms wrapping around her waist as her hands wound itself around his soft hair. Kissing him always made her feel so dizzy, like the very air in her lungs left her to make space for him. She didn’t mind it one bit. She’d make space for him in every inch of her if she could. 

But one of them had to be responsible and it certainly wouldn’t be Charles. So, despite not wanting to, Y/N found herself pulling away, breathing heavy as her hands trailed from his head, down his neck and on his chest. She resisted the urge to smirk at finding his heart beating just as fast as her own.

“You’re making it harder for me to leave, cherie,” Charles panted, his hair mused where she threaded her fingers.

“Good,” she grinned as she reached up and flattened his head, “you should miss me as much as I miss you. Now go, Leclerc, or else I’ll receive a phone call from Carlos complaining that you kept them waiting.”

“I’ll see you again, cherie,” he smiled, eyes tinged with sadness.

“Of course you will. Good bye for now, mon amour.”

“Good bye for now.” And with one last kiss, Charles left. The door to their house closed behind him, the click echoing around their empty living room. All Y/N could hear was the sound of her own breathing, and when she was sure that he was far enough away, she finally released a sob that had her chest caving, her heart suddenly feeling like beads inside a hollow rattle.

I'm starin' at the same four walls in a different hotel It's an unfamiliar feelin' but I know it so well Oh, but you know the truth, I'd rather hold you Than this mobile in my hand But I guess it'll do, 'cause for you I would run up my phone bill

You say I'm always leavin' You, when you need me the most But the, the car's outside

Y/N didn’t think he was serious about getting on a flight back home, especially when she knew how busy he was on Friday on a race week. Not to mention the fact that the race this week was in Mexico, halfway across the world. But here he was, in the flesh, staring at her with those bright green eyes that she adored so much.

Of course, she should have expected this. Charles was nothing if not determined and when he said he was going to do something, he usually did it.

“You wanted to talk, so let’s talk.” Charles said as he barreled into their shared apartment, pushing past her and towards the living room, “I can’t stay long. Joris and Enzo are waiting outside to take me back to the airport.”

Past the front door, Y/N saw Lorenzo leaning against an expensive looking sports car next to Joris. Enzo as lifted a hand in greeting while Joris smiled at her. Y/N returned the greetings before she closed the door and turned to her boyfriend. Her brows were furrowed as she frowned at him, following him to their spacious living room. “What are you doing here? You have a race!”

“You wouldn’t answer my calls and I can’t race properly when I know we’re not okay.” Charles said as he ran his hands through his curls, sticking them up in odd angles. With a jolt, Y/N realized how long his hair was. The last time she saw him, he had just gotten a fresh cut from Pascale but now his hair was touching the nape of his neck. Has it really been that long?

Y/N took a deep breath before she spoke, gathering her patience as into a tight ball like freshly spun yarn. “Charles, this can wait—“

“No, it can’t,” Charles interjected, his words clipped and his tone sharp. “You were the one who wanted to talk and I’m already here so let’s talk. Do you want to end things or not, Y/N?”

“What?” She exclaimed, surprised at the sudden question. She wanted many things to happen but breaking up was definitely not on the list of things she wanted to do with him. Yes, they had their issues but she couldn’t imagine any of them could be solved by ending their relationship. “Of course not! Do you want to end things?”

Charles looked offended at the question. “No! I don’t want to end things. I want us to be together!”

“You sure don’t act like it!” She snapped before she could think about her next words. Part of her wished she could gobble up the words, stuff them back in her mouth before he could hear them but it was too late. Charles’ expression turned wounded, but his words held anger when he spoke.

“I told you about this before we started dating! I told you about my busy schedule. You came into this relationship with both eyes open, Y/N. Don’t act like you didn’t know about how busy I get!”

Y/N looked at him as if he’d grown two heads. She was beginning to get irrationally angry, and though Y/N was usually very good at compartmentalizing, there was something about the argument that had her wanting to scream. “Dammit, Charles! I know I signed up for this when we started dating but I also signed up for the breaks in between! I thought we could make it work then. But even during the breaks, you’re not here! And I make the time and I make the sacrifices to be here so imagine my disappointment when you don’t!”

“I told you to come to my races!” He yelled, his voice loud and echoing in their living room. His face was beginning to flush in anger, green eyes blazing as he spoke to her. “You’re always welcome there. I don’t know why you never come!”

“It’s hard to find any time to come to your races when I planned all of my time off around your breaks, Charles!” She yelled back. “Because, believe it or not, I don’t want to share you! Not when I barely see you as is. When I come to your races, I know you’ll be too busy doing your job to accommodate me and that’s okay. It’s more than fine. I’m happy to watch you do what you love to do. But, I want to at least see you. To feel you and hear you and talk to you. And I can’t do that during a race weekend because you’re busy and I refuse to be the clingy girlfriend trying to catch all of your attention. I planned my days off around your break period because I figured, that’s when I’ll see you more and actually spend some meaningful time together. But you’re never around! I get it, Charles. Ferrari comes first. I know what I signed up for. But lately, they’ve been coming second and third and fourth. When will it be my turn, Charles? Am I even on the list of your priorities?”

“Of course you are!”

“It sure doesn’t seem like it.”

Charles looked at her as if she’d struck him. “How can you say that when you know it’s not true. I love you, Y/N. You know that.”

She sighed, some of the fight leaving her body. “I do know that, Charles. I never said you didn’t love me. But just because you love me doesn’t mean I feel loved by you. I want to make things work. I try to make things work. But, sometimes it feels like you’re never around. And, I get it, you have a demanding job—“

“Don’t put all of this on me like your job is easy.” He scoffed, his eyes flashing in annoyance once again. “Your schedule is even more demanding than mine, and I’m sure that with your new job, you’ll have even less time for me.”

“Are you serious, Charles?” She hissed, her anger coming back in droves at his words, “You’re putting this on me? I make the time for you! Rather than seeing my family and friends during my breaks, I’m in Monaco for you and you always cancel on me at the last minute and I never complain! You were the one who missed our anniversary dinner!”

“And you miss my races!”

“You missed my promotion!”

“You never told me about your promotion!”

“How can I when you ditched me on our anniversary!” 

“I told you why I missed it! The upgrades were important—“

“AM I NOT IMPORTANT, CHARLES?” She screamed. Briefly, she wondered if their neighbors could hear them, if Enzo and Joris could but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him, couldn’t bring herself to lift her gaze at him as she said her next words softly, the fight leaving her body. “The anniversary wasn’t the only thing you missed. You missed my birthday, too. You didn’t even greet me but I took it to stride because I knew you were busy. I didn’t complain until now because I understood. Even when you promised me you’d fly home for your birthday so we can celebrate together and then you cancelled because of the Ferrari party and the interview, I understood. I plan all of my time off around you and never around my family or my friends, who, by the way, live in another country because I know you want to spend time with me. I always understand, Charles. I understand so much that sometimes I feel like I’m always making the sacrifices for our relationship and never you. And whenever I think to myself, I wish he’d choose me for once, it makes me feel like I’m a terrible person because I know you’re out there trying to achieve your dreams just like me and yet here I am, complaining that I don’t get enough time with you. You’re always promising to make it up to me but you never do and—” A familiar lump formed at the back of her throat, choking her words as a searing heat prickled the back of her eyes.

She loved Charles, she really did. But it was beginning to feel like that love was one sided. She wasn’t stupid. She knew what loving a man like him entailed. She expected that they’ll rarely see each other but at the rate things were going, they didn’t see each other at all. And judging by the way Charles was looking at her, with the anger in his eyes replaced by shame, he was beginning to realize that too.

“I missed your birthday?” Charles said taken aback. 

“You were in Canada,” she shrugged miserably, “you were busy. I didn’t think I should remind my boyfriend when my birthday is. If you couldn’t remember, that just means you had more important things in mind.”

Shame coated his eyes as realization dawned on him. “I can’t believe I missed your birthday.”

She sniffled as she swiped at the tears that began to collect in her eyes. “It’s fine—“

“No, it’s not. I am an asshole, cherie,” Charles groaned as he pulled her in his embrace. His chest was warm, his arms even warmer as he tucked her head under his chin. “I’m so sorry. You’re right. I’m always apologizing to you and it’s not right. None of this is your fault. I’m sorry for saying those terrible things to you. I can’t believe you put up with me treating you like this for a whole year. Missing your birthday, and my birthday and our anniversary. Fuck, you’re right and it doesn’t make you a bad person to think those things because you’re right. I’m so sorry.”

Oh, darling, all of the city lights Never shine as bright as your eyes I would trade them all for a minute more But the car's outside And he's called me twice

Guilt, heavy and shameful, curled in his insides. 

No wonder she was so upset with him. Every iota of her fury and more, he deserved for the shitty way he’s been treating her.

“I’m so sorry, cherie,” Charles mumbled against her hair. The smell of her shampoo, as familiar to him as his own was, invaded his sense. “I’m so sorry.”

He could feel her hands begin to wrap around his midsection. It was soft at first, tentative, before she tightened her hold on him like she was stuck in the middle of the sea and he was the lifeboat that saved her. He could feel her leaning her weight against him, the feel of her body a reassuring weight he didn’t realize he lost but was finding his whole life.

“I’m staying,” he said, pressing kisses against her head in between his words, “we’re going to celebrate everything. Your birthday, mine, our anniversary, even your promotion. You deserve as much. You deserve even more. Come fly with me, baby. Let’s go, wherever you want.”

“What do you mean?” Y/N said as she pulled away from him, eyes wide as she peered at him through her lashes.

“I’m staying here, in Monaco, with you.” He said slowly, conviction filling him as he said the words.

She gave him a dubious look. “Charles, it’s a race week. We both know you can’t miss that. It’s in Mexico for crying out loud! That’s why halfway across the world. You need to be back on the plane now if you want to make it back by Sunday.”

“I don’t care.” He said stubbornly. “None of it matters without you. Ferrari already took my breaks. I can sacrifice a race or two” And then his lips pulled into a rueful smile. “Besides, I’m not in the running for the championship anyway.”

Her eyes were still twinkling from the unshed tears, and despite the frown pulling at her lips, Charles had never thought she looked as beautiful as she did today. “But Charles, I have a job to do. I’m set to leave for London two days from now.”

His phone rang, interrupting their conversation. He fished it out of his pocket with a sigh, seeing Enzo’s face flashing on the screen. His arms were still wrapped around Y/N as he answered the phone

“Charles, nous devons partir,” Enzo urged.. (Charles, we need to leave.)

“I’m not going anywhere,” Charles replied, eyes trained on Y/N, who was watching the whole exchange with wide, reproachful eyes. “I’m right where I need to be.”

“Quoi?” (What)

“Cancel my flight, Enzo. I’m not going back. You and Joris can go home. Tell Maman I love her,” he said, ending the call before his brother could protest.

“Charles you can’t just leave in the middle of the weekend.” Y/N said, looking at him like he’d grown two heads.

“Yes, I can.” He said determinedly as he placed his hands on the side of her face, caressing her cheek as he stared deeply into her eyes in an effort to try and make her understand just how serious he really was. “I’m not racing this week. Or next week.”

“You’re going to miss Brazil too?”

“Yes. It’s time I choose you for once. I’ll race back in Vegas and Abu Dhabi but they’re lucky they’ll get even that. I chose them time and time again, cherie, and it’s not right. This is me making it up to you.” He pulled her face to his, placing a kiss on her lips. It was slow and languid, like the winding of a stopped clock that you’re trying to make right. Charles knew how lucky he was to have Y/N and she didn’t deserve to be forgotten, especially not like this. All he’s done was give her empty promises and if there was anyone in the world that deserved the best, it was her.

She pulled away from the kiss, loss of her making him groan. “What about my job? I have so much to do when I get to London. I won’t be in Monaco until the first week of November and the breaks will be far and few in between.”

“Then take me with you. Wherever you go, I’ll follow,” he said before pulling her into another kiss, this one searing and needy. He felt her pull him towards her, closing whatever distance was between them until their bodies lined flushed against the other. He could feel her figure through their clothes, feel the way her breath hitched as his hands found themselves on her waist, thumbs skimming the soft feel of her skin. She gasped at his touch and the feral feeling that seized him had the tether in him snapping. He kissed her harder, hands winding down to the back of her legs and lifting her. Almost instinctively, Y/N’s legs wrapped around his waist, her feet crossing at his back. Her hands wound themselves around his hair, pulling at the strands in a delicious way that made him shudder. 

How could he choose Ferrari over and over again when they would never be able to make him feel this way? He doubted not even winning a race in Monaco would feel as she good as she does.

His phone rang again, interrupting their moment. Charles groans as he pulled away and Y/N’s laugh rang around their living room. If another phone call interrupts them again, he’s getting rid of this thing. He clicked the green button, Fred’s face flashing as he answered the call with one hand while the other continued to grip Y/N.

“Charles—“

“I’ll see you in Vegas, Fred.” Was the only thing he said before Charles clicked the red button and tossed the phone aside, focusing his whole attention back on his girlfriend.

But he's gonna have to wait tonight I'm not gettin' in the Addison Lee Unless you pack your bags You're comin' with me I'm tired of lovin' from afar And never being where you are Close the windows, lock the doors Don't wanna leave you anymore

“You mean it? You’re really skipping Mexico and Brazil for me?” Y/N asked, her voice hopeful as she spoke. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, fingers playing at the strands of his hair.

“I am.” He said with all the seriousness he could muster. “I love you, cherie, and I want to love you by your side. You’re my number one priority and I’m sorry that it took me so long to remember that. I know I’ll have to leave again but that doesn’t mean I have to leave you. I love you, cherie. Will you let me come with you?”

“Of course I will.” She smiled, before she leaning her face to him, continuing their kiss right were they left off. 

[deans-queen]

Bad at Love ❤️‍🩹

Prompt Idea: “At my worst, I worry you’ll realize you deserve better. At my best, I worry you won’t.”

Characters: Dean Winchester x Female Reader (Y/N) – mostly told in your (the readers’) P.O.V.

Summary: Dean and you have been close friends for a while since you started hunting with him and Sam. After a hunt, you and Dean get into a fight, then he gets vulnerable about his feelings towards you.

Inspired by the song: Bad at Love by Halsey

Warnings: SMUT, p in v (wrap it up kids), mature and sexual language. *18+ Readers ONLY please!* ( my best friend helped me with the smut parts )

Reader’s P.O.V.

“I really don’t need this from you Dean!” I shouted while storming into the bunker.

I walked quickly towards the room that Dean, and I were sharing.

Sam followed behind us, he was clearly irritated. “Will you guys stop already! This has been going on for an hour now.”

“Shut up, Sammy.” Dean said sternly. “And don’t you walk away from me damn it!” He roared while pointing at me. I got into the room and slammed my stuff down on the floor. Dean followed me into the room and shut the door.

“You’re being ridiculous! I can totally handle myself on hunts!”

“Yeah, cause trying to seduce a Werewolf and then getting kidnapped is handling yourself.” He said sarcastically.

I turned around and put my hands on my hips. “I thought it would work.”

He rolled his eyes.

He’s so damn stubborn, I can’t stand it.

“That’s not the point Y/N, you could have gotten yourself killed.”

“Well, we took care of that werewolf and still saved that little girl.” I sat on the edge of the bed and folded my arms.

I scoffed and muttered to myself, “I didn’t have this trouble when I was working alone.”

Dean turned back and looked at me with a shock to his face. “If that’s the way you feel sweetheart, then the door is right there.” He pointed at it and we both stayed silent for a minute.

I glared at him, got up and began to walk away. Tears were filling up my eyes, I guess my instincts were right about me and Dean. We didn’t belong together. Even though I have been crushing on him for a few months now it was obvious he didn’t have any feelings for me.

“Wait…” He said softly.

“What?!” I said harshly, turning around to face him.

“Look- I’m sorry, okay? I don’t know what came over me.”

“Why are you acting like this Dean? I mean…ever since that guy flirted with me last week you’ve been acting differently. I thought we were friends.”

“That’s the thing Y/N, I don’t want to be just friends with you…”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Listen to me, please.” He said softly while taking my hands. His beautiful emerald, green eyes went from anger to soft and sincere.

“The reason I’ve been acting like this is because over the past few months I’ve developed strong feelings for you. I tried to hide them as much as I could but I…I can’t get you out of my head. The way you walk, the way you talk…. the way your hair lightens in the sun, the way your eyes light up when you laugh. It’s all so damn sexy to me.”

I was too stunned to speak, after all this time he felt the exact same way about me. I smiled at him and touched his face. I stroked his cheek and his stubble tickled my fingers.

“I feel the exact same way about you Dean, I have ever since I met you.”

He smiled back at me while saying this, “And the reason why I got so upset with you about the hunt is because I don’t wanna lose you. I always make the same mistakes cause, I’m bad at love. I’m bad at expressing my feelings. It’s something I’ve struggled with since I was a kid ... I pushed you away because at my worst, I worry you’ll realize you deserve better and walk away like all the others have.”

I'm bad at love

But you can't blame me for tryin'

You know I'd be lyin' sayin'

You were the one

That could finally fix me

Lookin' at my history

I'm bad at love

“That’s not true Dean, I’m always going to stand by you. You can’t get rid of me that easily.” I nudged him while winking.

He touched my face and leaned towards me allowing our lips to collide. The kiss was soft at first, growing more passionate. His lips were so soft and plump. I pulled back looking at his face and kissed him passionately again, he started rubbing on my body and within seconds our clothes were off. He began to lay me down and he started kissing my neck down to my boobs, while grabbing them with his strong hands. His lips moved down to my belly button and shortly after his mouth reached my pussy. I gasped. Dean asked, “Do you want me to keep going?” I said “Yes please,” I said softly, while I shoved his head back down.

As he went on my pussy was dripping wet and I was getting more antsy to make love with him. I told him to stop and lay down. “Now it’s my turn babe.” I said. He smirked and said “Okay.” He looked up and down at my body calling me beautiful. “Your body is so perfect baby, and it’s all mine.” He growled. We switched positions and I began to climb on top of him, teasing him while rubbing his dick on my pussy. He said “Don’t tease me baby, I want you inside me” I laughed while slowly putting it in and we both moaned instantly. “Oh fuck!”, we both said while grabbing onto each other. I started bouncing up and down super fast. Dean told me to stop. He didn't want to cum yet, but I told him I wanted him to. I was so close to cumming and I didn’t wanna stop now. I began going back and forth hopping on his dick and I begged Dean to cum inside me. He smiled looking at me and said “Okay, baby.”

On the last bounce Dean and I came together while moaning in each other’s mouth and grabbing each other's skin. We sat there for a moment and Dean looked up at me and said softly “You’re so perfect”, while passionately kissing me again.

“I guess this means we are together now.” Dean said.

And I giggled, nodding in approval. I was so happy that he was finally mine.

Then we stayed in bed, cuddling and enjoying each other's company. All while eating cheese burgers …. and of course pie!

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Last Minute Date

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Bradshaw!Reader

Request: Can you do an imagine where the reader is the little sister of Bradley and Bradley wants to go on a double date with her. Bradley set it up, but last minute, the guy dropped out and Bradley had the date already paid for and planned. His last choice? Jake Seresin. I LOVE YOU WRITING BYE

Warning(s): None

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Word Count: 1K

"UNO!"

Everyone burst out into loud groans of disappointment. This was the third round in a row that you were going to win. As you held your card up with a malicious smirk, your eyes met with your friend sitting right across from you. Jake Seresin. He narrowed his bold green eyes at you, a small smile gradually growing across his face.

When his turn came around, he put down a color card. "Green and Uno."

The next player put down a skip card, which meant it was your turn again. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. Everyone cheered as you leaned forward and picked up another card. The others took their turn and once it was on Jake again, he offered you a little wink.

"This one is for you [Y/N]," Jake teased, putting down his final green Uno card. Everyone started clapping. You couldn't help but smile at everyone's reaction. "You're welcome, sweetheart."

Everyone started saying good game to each other. In the midst of chatting with everyone, you were tapped on the shoulder by your older brother, Bradley. He asked if you could talk to him. You excused yourself and went into a separate room with him. Bradley closed the door and turned around to face you.

"So...You know how we were supposed to go on a double date tonight?" Bradley asked, slowly walking up to you. You raised an eyebrow. "Well, Charlotte can make it with me but...Damon just texted me and informed me that he won't be able to make it."

"What?!" You exclaimed. You shook your head, clearly upset. "I was really lookin' forward to going with Damon."

"The worst part is that I already have the movie tickets paid for and dinner paid for," Bradley claimed, running his hands through his silky brown hair. "Table for four and also the last four seats in the movie theater for that movie. It was an actual miracle I got those seats."

"Wow," You exhaled. "It seems that I need someone to go with me in about..."

"Five minutes."

"Five minutes?!" You gasped. "Who in the world-"

"Jake Seresin," Bradley interrupted, taking you by surprise. You cleared your throat and glared at him with the "Come again?" facial expression. "Look, hear me out, everyone here already has plans for the rest of the night. I'm pretty sure Jake doesn't. We're desperate. Please."

"You're desperate," You corrected, receiving an eye roll from Bradley. "I'm not goin' out with that brown-nosing, flirtatious little-"

"I'll tell Pete about what really happened at the party that one night," Bradley interjected, making you immediately reconsider. "You wouldn't want Pete to know that now would you?"

"It's always with the blackmail," You sighed. "Whatever. I'll go with Jake."

Bradley cheered and pulled you in to lay a big kiss on the top of your head. You grunted uncomfortably and pushed him off you, but that only won you a headlock from him. Growing up, you and Bradley got into more physical fights rather than verbal fights, but that's just how you two showed your love for each other.

It also helped you two bond and become stronger together.

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"I heard the best friend dies at the end of this movie," Jake whispered. You inhaled deeply, trying not to lash out at him. "I'm just sayin' if the best friend dies...I called it."

Dinner was good. Well, the food was. You and Jake had completely different personalities and it was difficult to try to find common ground. It has been that way with him the entire time you've known him. It was hard, but you've dealt with worse people than him. Jake at least treats you kindly. Well, when he's in the mood to.

"The movie should start soon, so we should find out-"

You paused as you noticed a familiar face enter the movie theater. You audibly gasped and Jake snapped his head around to see who you were looking at. He just saw a man and a woman hand in hand with each other. You grumbled some unkind words as you shrunk down in your chair. Jake turned his attention back to you.

"What? Bitter about how you're not in a relationship?"

"Oh shut up," You groaned, throwing your hands over your face. You were on the edge of leaving. You dragged your hands down your face and glared coldly at Jake. "The man you just saw holding that woman's hand was the man who's supposed to be in your seat."

Jake noticed the hurt within your eyes, causing his heart to soften. "Oh, that troll was Damon? Sheesh. Ten bucks she rejects his kiss at the end of the night."

"Thanks Jake..." You softly spoke, lowering your eyes. "I just don't understand why he would say that he couldn't make it when clearly, he could have."

"His loss," Jake stated with a small shrug. "He doesn't have very good taste in women."

"What are you talking about? His date is gorgeous."

"She's not you [Y/N]," Jake declared, making your heart skip a beat. Was he being serious? "And you're beautiful inside and out."

You couldn't believe it. Jake not only complimented you, but he called you beautiful. You were a little confused, but you were secretly into it.

"Also, I was joking about the best friend dying thing earlier," Jake apologized. "I just wanted to see your reaction. I like teasing you."

"Yeah, I know you do," You chuckled. "But tonight, I'm going to allow it."

"Can I ask if you can allow one more thing?" Jake asked softly. "Would you allow me to kiss you at the end of the movie?"

You immediately felt your face increase in heat. Did Jake literally ask if he could kiss you? Your eyes caught Damon who was already making out with his date in his seat. You smirked and returned your attention to Jake.

"Why wait?"

Jake bit down on his lip, his beautiful green eyes fixated on your lips. You closed your eyes as you watched Jake lean in. The moment your lips collided, the lights turned all the way off and the movie started. You thought it was going to be a simple kiss, but Jake continued to kiss you, so you followed his lead.

In the end, you both smiled at each other. He wasn't that bad of a kisser.

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hi! i'd like to ask prompt 🍽  ─  prepare the christmas dinner together  with single dad!carmy x younger reader (maybe in her mid 20s idk)

thank you <33 i love your writing

michellin star on the tree || carmen berzatto

pairing: single dad carmy x younger reader

warnings: literally none. not even a swear.

a/n: this is so so cute and i love carmy sm oh my god. implying that the reader is in grad school so like early/mid twenties.

heavy snowfall and harsh winds have shrouded the city of chicago in a gentle silence. you collect the extra plates that had been for sydney, natalie, richie and the rest and with one strong arm around bella, you lift the plates back into their place in the china cabinet.

the smells from the kitchen are delightful. ham, green bean casserole, mashed potatoes with gravy, all of it is so enticing. carmen's been in the kitchen all afternoon, cooking up a storm while you and bella had played in the snow until it got too thick and too cold for you both.

now you're safe and sound inside. after you'd changed bella into dry clothes and while you showered, the snow had continued to fall harder and harder. by the time you were done, skin dewy and hair pleated into neat braids, there was a severe weather advisory in place. just like that, your turn to host christmas dinner was effectively canceled.

bella had cried at first, of course, because what's christmas to a four-year-old without family and gifts? but you'd managed to calm her down with a cup of warm cocoa and a call to sydney, who promised to come by and play as soon as the weather allowed her.

bella says your name softly, tugging at your sleeve as you search the kitchen for flashlights and batteries. "whats up kiddo?" you ask.

"'m hungry," she whines, and you chuckle in response.

you're about to tell her the food's almost done, until carmy's taking his daughter right from your arms. "you're always hungry," he says, sitting her on the counter and tickling her tummy.

"daddy!" bella shreiks, kicking her little feet in self defense. "that tickles!"

"gotta tickle all the hungry outta ya, kid," carmy tells her.

you stand there looking on at the two of them. carmen, and his little angel. he's such a good dad to bella. it warms your heart to see him like this, all giggly and warm, loving in the most pure sense of the word.

when the giggles have subsided and bella's wiggled off the counter, carmy pulls you to his side. you rest your head against his, leaning on him and looking over the assortment of food he's prepared.

"i'm sorry you did all this for nothing," you tell him.

and of course he just shakes his head, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple. "not f'nothing, baby, for you. you work so hard at school, thought the least i could do for my little phd candidate was cook this big ol' christmas dinner."

"for me?" you ask softly, a smile tugging at your lips.

"all f'you, sweetheart. you an' bella, my girls." he hugs you tighter, pulling you so that your chest is against his own. "you're so good to us both. this is my way of sayin' thank you."

end.

[squerlly]

flames of desire chapter 9: care to dance~

Alastor x (f! bunny reader)

your POV:

walking out of my room I head to the table taking a seat, Charlie and Alastor have something they want to announce, as Charlie runs downstairs Alastor comes out of the kitchen holding a plate of Beignets and hands them out to everyone, I heard of them but never tried one. "alright everybody I'm so sorry to wake you all up early but me and Al had an idea!" "I and Charlie decided that-" "We decided that we should throw a party here at the hotel to gain some patrons and you all are invited!!!" "you gotta be fucken with me..." husk grumbles "I could~" Leaning over the table Angel strokes husks chest as Husk pushes him off "Go fuck yourself" "That sounds wonderful hun," vaggie says trying to calm Charlie down. "A party?" "yes, a partyyy!!" "Charlie would like-" "I would like for" Cutting Charlie off Alastor stuffs a Beignet in Charlie's mouth "As I was saying Charlie would like for you all to help clean the lobby and decorate" "cleannnn!!!!! I love cleaning...." niffty giggled creepily. Charlie nods as she finishes the Beignet "well dress up and dance and celebrate!!!!" "that doesn't sound too bad" "Yes yes yes, we have a lot to work on so let's get started"

everyone stood up to gather cleaning supplies, and we spent the whole day cleaning. nifty ran around dusting and killing bugs, husk cleaned the drinking glasses while Angel went to buy food and more alcohol. Charlie and Vaggie went upstairs to the old storage room and grabbed whatever leftover decorations, and Alastor summoned these weird shadowy minions to fix the place up and move the furniture around to create a dance floor. 

Once Angel came back we set up the food table, restocked the drinks, and wiped everything down one last time before dragging all the girls upstairs to Angel's room to get ready. "Let go husk my, dear friend, we need to get you in tip-top shape, you're our bartender after all!" "Whatever..." 

At Angels Room Charlie, vaggie, niffty, and I had our dresses laid out. Charlie and vaggie picked black and white themed dresses to match. Angel picked a hot pink maxi dress that sparkled with an off-the-shoulder neckline, Niffty picked a little light pink cocktail dress with white lace around the bottom, and lastly, I had decided on a black red short flowy dress.

Alastors POV:

as I watched the ladies run upstairs I took Husker up to my room to get him ready. "you don't have anything to wear do you?" "No, does it look like I give a shit what I wear!" "Hmm, fear not my friend I know just what to put you in" With a mischievous smile I snap my fingers causing a line of green smoke to twirl around Husk, changing him into a Black and white suit with yellow cuffs and a yellow bow tie. "is this some kind of joke..." "doesn't it bring you back to old times~" I chuckle as husk leaves the room with a groan. another snap of my fingers and I change into my best condition red suit and black slacks topped with my brand new dress shoes. combing my hair and tying my black bow tie, I finish and head downstairs seeing the girls already in the lobby talking and giggling.

your POV:

listening to Charlie talk, I turned my attention to Alastor walking down, he had the same suit but somehow looked even better, Charlie rushed over to open the doors for people to join the party as vaggie turned on the music, with time the place was filled with demons, the bar was packed and the food table was swarmed.

sitting at the bar I grab a glass of Champaign talking to Angel "So uh you and smiles?" "what about us," I say trying to hide a grin "Oh come on ya guys have been extra close, he looks at everyone like he wants to tear them to shreds! but not you~" "And your point is" "I think dark and creepy likes ya" I shake my head and chuckle "Your nosey" "Hey I'm just sayin', you guys look good together" Seeing Alastor walk over I sit up a bit "speak of the devil~" angel winks at me and leaves the bar.

"well my dear you look wonderful as always" "You look extra nice as well" "Always have to look my best!" holding his hand out he offers it to me "Care to dance mon cher~" "Setting my glass down I take his hand, he pulls me to the dance floor, slow music playing as vaggie, Charlie and other demons began to dance. he holds my waist as I hold his shoulder and together we sway. "have you been enjoying yourself?" "yes, and you" "If I'm quite honest I'm only here to see you, my dear" As he twirls me I smile "Taking a liking to me?" "oh more than just a liking, you are quite the thief I'll have you know" "Well I suppose it's only fair since you have stolen from me as well~" "Have I now?" "you have" "How about a deal then" "a deal?" "yes a deal, you may keep what prized possession you have stolen from me as long as I get to court you~" "We have a deal" and with one last twirl the deal is sealed with a kiss...

The song ends and Charlie walks to the front of the room for an announcement, vaggie hands her a microphone as demons gather around, "I just want to thank everyone for coming out here and giving redemption a chance, and I want to thank my friends soooo much-" Charlie's eyes begin to water and vaggie takes the microphone "alright hun I think its time to go-" "I love you guys so much!!!" Charlie runs over and gives us all a hug, to my surprise Alastor doesn't protest, giving her a simple pat on the head as she wipes her tears. "we love you too Charlie!" "Now let's celebrate! I think it is time to bust out the big drinks" "Angellll don't get ahead of yourself!" "nah loosen up vagina" vaggie scowls as Angel drags all of us to the bar, husk serves all of us drinks.

I wanted to make this longer so badly but I had severe writer's block, man I need request to refresh myself, it took me the whole day to finish this but I hope you all still love this chapter and wait for some upcoming spice ;) have a good day/ night love you all!!!

-squerlly

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OUR VERY OWN WILL BYERS!!!!!!!!!

HIS HAIR. HIS HAIR. THIS IS NOT A DRILL HIS HAIR. AND CONFIRMED FLASHBACK SCENES

is it just me or is he wearing blue, yellow AND green........... just sayin.............

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daryl x female yn that says 'kissie?' whenever she wants a kiss please

- 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: (𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵:) 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘭 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 '𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘦?' 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰, 𝘪 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘳𝘢, 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵𝘴 🤫🤭🤪😝😏😶😌😪😔🤤😷😬🤨🤔😛😋, 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 [ 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 ]

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘹𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

✦✦✦

"Mornin' sweetheart," Daryl rasped, sitting up from his bed. y/n was reading one of Carl's magazines by light of a lamp. She turned, closing the thin paper book, and smiled at him.

"Morning, baby," she murmured, crawling back to lay beside him. "You sleep well?"

Daryl nodded. "Yes ma'am. Why're ya dressed already? Where ya goin'?"

y/n laughed. "Michonne and I are making a formula run. We gotta get Judith some diapers. Why?"

"Jus' wonderin' where ma girl's goin'."

y/n scoffed and poked Daryl on the chest. "You make fun of Beth and that other kid for bein' too mushy then you go sayin' stuff like that," she laughed.

A laugh bubbled up Daryl's throat. Yeah, he really did poke fun at the youngest Greene and her boyfriend just to turn around and make goo-goo eyes at y/n. "Whatever," he whispered, staring into y/n's eyes.

She watched him watch her intently, hand fiddling with Daryl's growing hair. How she ended up with a crossbow wielding softie redneck as a boyfriend after the downfall if society: she will never know. "Kissie?" She broke the silence, doe eyes the purest thing Daryl had ever seen.

"Mornin' breath, sweetheart," he warned."

y/n rolled her eyes.

Daryl smiled. "Come 'ere," he ordered, letting his hands slide to hold the back of y/n's neck to pull her close. He kissed her roughly, unlike most good morning kisses. Daryl felt y/n sigh into his mouth, something that always drove Daryl wild. The hunter felt y/n grasp desperatly at his hair, shoulders. He felt the way her lips moulded beutifully with his and groaned low in his throat.

"How can you go that long without breathing?"

y/n jumped up at the sudden, loud asked question. Daryl sat up too, an embarrased flush creeping up his neck.

Michonne watched the two split apart like two magnets with her own jaw dropped. "Y'all where like-" she cut herself off eith a shudder. "y/n, best let your man take care of his boner cos we got some scavenging to do," she explained before turning and leaving. Daryl swore on the hair on his head that Michonne muttered "five damn minutes, glued like that" as she left

"Well!" y/n said, turning to Daryl. "Guess I'll see you later. Bye," she said, untangling herself from the bed and peering into the large mirror shard to fix her hair.

Daryl pulled her back in for another kiss before she left, whispering 'be safe' against her flushed lips.

[haileybeehappy]

Fuck Buddies - Harry Styles

Harry and Y/n are college friends. With benefits, rules set in place to keep each other at arms distance keep getting broken. What happens when Harry drops a bomb on her?

Warnings: none really. No smut yet. Some fluff I guess? Cute soft college Harry. Golden retriever Harry.

Word count: 2.9k

THANK YOU FOR 400 FOLLOWERS <3 I love you all so much and this really gave me the kick in the butt to finally finish this piece. Though I’m posting it from my phone cause I’m on vacation and don’t have my laptop with me so it’s a lil wonky <3 love you guys so much thank you.

(I fuckin love prince Harry era. Almost as much as long hair Harry soooo that’s what we’re going for here. Just sayin)

Friends with benefits with no feelings doesn't really work. Not with Y/n at least. She caught feelings fast. Especially when the friend she’s fucking is the hottest. Cutest. Sweetest man she has ever met. Harry Styles. Haz as she calls him. And as seniors in college it’s not like they have much time for relationships anyways. But here they are three months into their arrangement.

If she ever told Harry about her feelings he would end the arrangement right away because that was rule number one. No feelings. Along with no dates. No sleep overs. And no cuddles. But they broke the no cuddles rules all the time. So here she was laying in bed after a very satisfying go around and he fell asleep. She wanted to savor the feeling of laying next to him before she woke him up. She traced the scratches across his back that she had just put there a little while before. His slightly longer than normal hair was swept in curls at the base of his neck. She ghosts her fingers up the center of his spine to the dark chocolate curls. She runs her fingernails along his scalp. A whispered groan leaves his throat.

“Haz you gotta get up, go home,” she whispered. He began to mumble and whine

“I’m so tired, go away,” he grumbled.

“No Harry. Now come on I have to get ready for my shift at the coffee shop,” she whips off the covers and expose both of their naked bodies. His body tenses at the cold he turns to look at her but his eyes are still closed. He slowly opens his eyes. The soft green makes her heart skip a beat.

“Just go I’ll sleep here,”

“No sleep overs,”

“Rules are made to be broken Y/n,” He chuckles.

“You better be gone when I get out of the shower,” He gives her a chuckle and wiggles back under the covers. She gets out of bed and drags herself to the bathroom. Closing the door behind her and clicking on the lights in one fluid motion. She stands in front of herself in the mirror and examines her body. Little marks scatter her skin. Barely noticeable but she sees them. Feathered kisses that turned into sloppy open mouth breaths and then to light bite marks down the length of her torso and down in between her legs. She lets out a sigh.

“Shoulda made no marks a rule too,” she laughs. Once she’s standing under the hot stream of water she hears the door click open and shut. She doesn’t look but speaks. “You better be in here to be taking a wee,” she mocks his accent. His arms then envelope her waist.

“That was going to be the excuse but I got distracted,” he hums into the skin of her shoulder.

“Mmm, well Mr.Styles,” she turns to face him and he immediately places a kiss to her lips causing her to quiet. He pulls back only to plant another one on her. He finally pulls away for real after a few more pecks.

“Got I love your lips,” her heart jumps at the word love. Like it’s telling her to say ‘HEY! HEY! HARRY I LOVE YOU TOO!! She runs her hands from his sides up to chest crossing over his inked skin. Coming to the back of his neck to bring his face to hers. The words at the tip of her tongue. His mouth collides with her causing her head to clear and make the need between her legs grow. His hands scoop her up and bring her to the edge of the shower. A yelp escapes her as she makes contact with the cold tile. Which sends the both of them into a fit of laughter.

“Holy shit that’s cold,” she laughs. He sets her down and smiles through the kisses he continues to press against her skin.

“Sorry baby,” the nickname sends shivers down her spine. She is now back in the spray warming her body. She then pushes him away from her. A frown etches itself into his face.

“I have to actually shower before I work so get outta here,” He goes to grab at her and she slaps his hand. “No, go home you horny bastard,” He just smiles and stays where he is.

“Shower then,” when he still didn’t move she just turned around and continued her shower routine. By the time she started to rinser her the shampoo from her hair he had left the bathroom.

. . .

Once she was done with her shower and dressed she made her way out of her single bedroom into the living area. Harry was standing in her kitchen wearing just boxers and socks. Music blasting in the sound system Harry said you just had to have. He is using the whisk as a microphone in between stirring the pancake batter.

“I have to open the coffee shop, Harry. I can't stay for breakfast,” she laughs.

“I know, these pancakes are for me,” He smiles.

“Well why are you making them in my kitchen? With my ingredients?”

“I don’t have any,” He points at her with the whisk. Flinging batter in a line across her body. The white of the batter contrasted against her black outfit. Harry holds back a smile.”Shit I’m sorry Y/n.”

“Harry!” she gasps. “I’m already late,” She whined. His lips are rolled into his mouth concealing a smile.

“I really didn’t mean to do that,” he clicks off the stove and puts down the whisk. She is just standing there with her arms frozen where they were when he doused her in batter. He grabs her hands and brings them down to her sides, not letting go just letting their intertwined hands hang. “I’m sorry, let me go get dresses and you can change and I’ll drive you so you don’t have to use the bus?” she makes her thinking face. “I know you like using the bus but this will save you time,”

“Okay fine,” she didn’t like Harry offering to drive her anymore because she hated to seem like a burden. Also why not use public transportation when you can? They made their way to her bedroom and began changing clothes. As she looked over at him buttoning and zipping his pants and her undoing hers his eyes caught hers and he raised his eyebrows with a smirk?

“You like what you see Y/n?” She catches her bottom lip in a smile. Shaking her head.

“You’re so annoying,”

“That’s not what you said last night,”

“Oh shut it Styles,” She laughs. She goes to her closet and grabs another simple outfit. Jeans and one of her band tees. Well it used to be Harry’s but he left it here one night after their escapades and she has since claimed it her own. After the fabric falls over her torso Harry comes up behind her in the mirror, his eyes finding hers in the reflection. He then eyes her up and down.

“Seeing you in my clothes gets hotter every time,” he places a kiss on her shoulders. His hands coming up to hold her waist. “Makes me feel things I shouldn’t want to feel,” He continues kissing up her neck. Her head falls and meets his shoulder revealing more skin he greedily attacks. Her heart skips a beat as the words leave his lips. Could he like her? Was he just talking dirty? She had no clue and didn’t wanna hurt her feelings if it was just talk. She pulls away as his hands were nearing her chest.

“I have to get to work Harry,” she groans. His shoulders slump as she pulls away. They shuffle out of her room. Out of her apartment and out into the parking garage to Harry’s car. An older camaro that he has been working on for years. His baby. The ride to her work is quiet and boring. As he pulls into the parking lot. He grabs her arm.

“Gimme your apartment key,” he grabs at her purse and she snactches it.

“Why?” she gives him a look.

“I wanna go clean my mess and make my pancakes?” she rolls her eyes and takes the key off the chain.

“Don’t leave a mess and just leave it in the doorframe spot when you leave,” he smiles at her.

“Thank you love,” she can’t help the smile that breaks across her face.

. . .

Her six hour shift was never ending. She got yelled at far too many times. She messed up far too many orders and got far too little tips. So when Harry came in when she had twenty minutes left of her shift she felt like she was gonna break down. His presence just does something to her. She had to take a minute before getting back to the rush. Harry got his black coffee and sat at the table closest to the counter. She could feel him watching her and it made the hairs on her neck stand on end.

“You okay Y/n?” her co-worker asks. “You seem like, on edge or something,” she just shrugs.

“I’m just feeling off, I don't know,” she shrugs again.

“Adriane just got here so you can head out a little early if you want?” Y/n nods and reaches up to untie her apron.

“I think I’ll take you up on that thank you,” you let out a breath. Make yourself a coffee before clocking out and you are in front of Harry.

“Whatcha doin?” she asks.

“Coming to pick up a friend,” he smiles at her.

“Oh really?” He nods and stands. Grabbing her bag off her shoulder and walking out the door. He slips the strap over his shoulder. She follows behind him grabbing at his coat sleeve when squeezing in between patrons. He reaches out from the fabric and laces his fingers with hers and her heart skips a beat. She suppresses a smile with a nose scrunch and squeezes his fingers. Once they escape the flood of people feening for their caffeine she takes a deep breath of stinging cold air. The tension releases from her shoulders and she sighs.

“Long day?” Harry asks. His hand was still wrapped with hers.

“Never ending,” she has the urge to lean into him and warm her body with his but fear of rejection stopped her. It’s always what stops her. He pulls at her hand dragging her down the sidewalk.

“Well talk about it,” he pulls her close to him causing the length of their arms to touch. “I couldn’t park anywhere close so we gotta go around the block okay?” she nods.

“Well I was yelled at like a million times. I fucked up way to many orders and we have been so busy all day i only got like one ten ish minute break,” she let out a big sigh. “I just want to crawl into bed and sleep for like a year,” he huffs out a laugh.

“Well we can do that,”

“We?” she asks

“I may have lost my keys. I have no idea where they went,” he held up her key between his pointer and thumb. “But I still have yours,” he smiles cheekily. She snatches the key from his hand and tries to put it back on her key ring. The cold caused her fingers to shake and made her unable to get the key on the ring. Harry’s hand comes over hers and grabs the key from her. “I got it,” his hands are warm and unshaking, letting him slip the key on the ring easily.

“Thank you,” he slips the key ring into his pocket and grabs her hand and slips both of their intertwined fingers into his pocket.

“I guess you can stay at my place until you can get into yours,” she shrugs.

“Good because Lord knows I don’t have anywhere else to go,” his cute dimpled smile can always coax a grin out of her. Usually complimented by a blush across her cheeks.

“What about Mitch’s place?”

“He just got a girlfriend and they,” he pauses and cocks his head slightly. “Have been going at it like rabbits,” causing both of them to chuckle. “I swung by the other day and they were just fuckin right on the couch. So I just turned around and walked out,” she slowly moves over and presses herself into Harry’s body. The cold chills her to the bone.

“Ah okay,” she nods. “You can sleep on the couch cause you’re a blanket hog,” he pushes against you and laughs.

“Yeah, so says the bed hog. You had me smushed into the corner all night. What self respecting adult has a corner bed?”

“I have a tiny room okay?” They had finally made their way to the car and Harry was opening her door for her.

“Well we will just have to see where we fall asleep love,” and with that he closes the door with a smirk.

“Honey.” she whispers to herself as he makes his way over to his door and gets into the car. He turns the key in the ignition and the air blasts sending a shock down her spine.

“It’ll get warm I promise,” He quickly pulled out of the parking space and off they went. The ride back to Y/n’s apartment is quiet but comfortable. The heat finally starts to kick in right as Harry pulls into the designated parking space for her apartment.

“So. I may have cleaned up the apartment a bit. Um,” he awkwardly twitches his neck. “I started with my mess and it just kinda spiraled from there,” he shrugs. She rolls her eyes at him.

“Why can’t you just leave my mess alone,” she laughs.

“Because I’m at your apartment more than mine and it drives me crazy,” the pair had made it out of the car and to the back entrance of the complex. Y/n unlocks the door and makes her way into the building Harry slowly trailing behind her. She stops at the wall of mail boxes and searches through her never ending key ring to find the mailbox key.

“How did you manage to lose your keys but still drive?” She asks as she finally finds the key and inserts it into the lock.

“I took it off to get a copy. Made the copy. Lost both keys,” he shrugs sheepishly.

“Why did you need a copy?” She closes the mailbox locks it up and starts sifting through the mail. They make their way up the stairs.

“I lost my spare,” she rolls her eyes.

“You know. You’re kind of a dumbass,” Y/n scoffs.

“Yeah but I’m your dumbass right?” She gives him a look.

“I mean I guess,” Harry shrugs. Once they’ve made it up three flights of stairs she lets them into her apartment. Once the door is open she can smell the pine-sol and cleaners.

The floor basically sparkles and not a stray piece of clothing around. All the dishes are tucked into the small kitchen. The dingy old couch has VACUUM LINES?!

“Harry what did you do? How long were you cleaning?”

“Your place was a mess Y/n. I had to do something,” he says as he dumps himself into the couch limbs flopping everywhere.

“I would've gotten to it!” She says. Which causes Harry to let out a laugh.

“When?! When your lease is up?” He smiles.

She grabs a pillow off the armchair and throws it at him. Then makes her way to the kitchen. Harry watches her open the fridge from his spot on the couch. She opens the door to a fridge stocked full of food.

“HAROLD!” She groans. “Why did you do this!” He smiles and drops his head back on the couch.

“So. Um,” he coughs. “We need to talk?” He asks more than commands.

“Harry?” She says. In a way that condemns him to speak. “What is it?”

“I may have been kicked out of my apartment yesterday,” she doesn’t say anything. She stands there with her mouth agape and her eyes wide. “Fuckin Chad,” he laughs at the nickname you had given his roommate at the beginning of the year. “He took my keys. Packed my shit and left it in the hall with a note saying. Sorry bro. Gotta find a new place,” he shrugs.

“Did you tell the RA?! That’s not okay! He can’t just kick you out of your dorm room. It’s not his to kick you out of?!” She has since closed the fridge and is now pacing the kitchen floor.

“No I just took my shit and put it in the back of my car and now I’m here,” he stands himself up from the couch and makes his way to her. Grasping her arms in his hands and stopping her from wearing a hole in the floor. “I mean I figured since I basically already live here I could crash with you for a bit?” She freezes. Her eyes stare into his. He can almost see her brain running one hundred miles a minute thinking about it. After what feels like a lifetime of silence he sighs.

“I’ll just go stay with Mitch then,” he lets go of her bus she grabs his shirt just before he’s out if her reach.

“No, you can stay here,” he looks at her with a raised brow. Almost like he’s asking ‘but?’ She sighs and rolls her eyes. “But we’re not fucking,” she lets go of him and walks to her bedroom. He rolls his lips into his mouth and breathes out of his nose. As her door closes behind her he shrugs and lets out a little.

“We’ll see,” and smiles.

[f10werfae]

Sy, I am Backup

pairing: Captain Syverson x Girlfriend!Sniper!Reader

summary: Reader is like a total badass super deadly sniper and she leads like a badass group of women who are also deadly soldiers. Anyways the ladies are called in to help rescue Sy and his team? (requested by @stormcloudss )

Warnings: Gun Violence

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“You sure you’ll be okay baby? You know the girls and I are always on call to help?” Y/n said helping pack her boyfriend Sy’s backpack for his next mission at his recent position, commander. “I know sugar, but i’d rather not put you into danger, ya know this” Sy huffed throwing on his boots before hotly kissing his woman goodbye and off he went.

Y/n L/n, wasn’t the most innocent, with her being head of the sniping division, she had quite the talent herself. In fact that’s how Sy and her met, they were put into the same training group at the deployment centre, and voila. Sy couldn’t help but find himself drawn to this amazing woman, not only was she able to carry herself, but Sy as well (Literally)

Now 7 months down the line the two had moved in together and were finally getting serious, until the dreaded call came. They needed Sy out there again, luckily it was only a short drive and a smaller scale task, but still all the more dangerous. Even though Sy was mean and scary to others, to Y/n he was nothing but her big baby that asked to share showers, kisses and cuddles on the daily.

“Ok I don’t have a good feeling about this” Y/n whispered to herself and calling up her fellow girls on their groupchat, watching as Sy’s truck pulled off and out of their home’s driveway. Rifling through her old gear, Y/n got out her old suit and equipment with the phone stuck between her ear and shoulder.

Steph: God did I think we would never talk again, Miss L/n

Y/n: Come on now Steph, it’s only been two months

Grace: Did commander send us a task or something?

Y/n: No but he sent Sy’s team one, a drug bust, which is unusual because how violent could it get for soldiers to be there

Sophie: Jesus there must be bombs or something, there’s no way it’s just a drug bust

Y/n: That’s what i’m sayin! Which is why I think we need to get ready girls-

Stephanie: Woah woah owah, ready for what?

Y/n: Look, all of our men are on that squad, and we know damn well their general is going to hound us for backup

Grace: She’s got a point, we are the most experienced snipers around the place

Stephanie: I can’t believe i’m actually agreeing to this, meet y’all at L/n’s place in 15

Sophie: Omg the gang is back together

Within a half hour, all four girls were stood in the living room, strapped into their camo gear. Hairs in ponytails, heavy duty boots in tow and let’s not forget them reloading their customised weapons of war. Each different sniper sporting a different colour, each representing each woman’s aura. Y/n’s was a strong deep red, you can guess the reasoning for that.

“So what do we just wait here or something? How do we even know they’ll need us, there’s like 6 of them” Grace asked setting down her green sniper and sitting down onto the velvet white couch.

“Because of this” Y/n rushed out showing them the newest message from their commander

General L/n, assistance is needed at (insert address) Be prepared for situations 302 and 105. Mild casualties reported, enter from the side and take position. You know what to do.

“302? That means mild explosives does it not” Sophie asked looking at the phone herself, her hand reaching for her purple sniper, her fingertips tingling with anticipation and exhilaration.

“Yeah and 105, means outnumbered. Holy shit girls, we got ourselves a good one” Grace shouted getting up, the rest of them following her out of the house and into the one van they were going to use.

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Reaching the destination which seemed to be a dingy old warehouse, the girls got a glimpse of the amount of men walking in and out of the building, not their own men of course. Slinging on their extra ammo and their snipers, the girls found a wide enough pipe system for them to climb up skilfully. Y/n the first one to end up onto the roof, found herself a nice little spot with an opening straight into the warehouse. Setting up her stand and sniper, peeked into her scope and saw Sy’s squad.

Oh my were they outnumbered, they were practically surrounded, all of them tied up and some were clearly bleeding out. Just how strong were these other men? I mean granted there must be 100 of them, but wow.

Y/n felt her breath hitch when she saw her man, Sy, sitting dejectedly against a pile of cardboard boxes. His face still as brave as ever, but this time sporting more than a few cuts with blood running down his face. Y/n was going to kill these sons of bitches even if it was the last thing she did.

Looking up around the roof, Y/n saw that the other three girls were also raging, all of them nodding at each other before focusing down at their targets. Y/n found her first shot, a bald man who was tattooed all over, he seemed to be the one giving the orders.

Counting down under her breath

“3, 2, 1” And the trigger went off, the bullet embedding itself into the man’s head, instantly knocking him into the ground.

“Gotcha asshole” Y/n whispered loading up her next bullet, hearing all the men down below go into chaos at who shot their boss, the other three girls taking down what was assumed to be his right hand men. Leaving only the pawns of this vigilante group, when all of a sudden, Grace found herself making eye contact with one of the men, his smirk revealing golden teeth and a horrid face.

“Shit shit shit, i’ve been spotted, we gotta go now!” Grace shouted slinging back on her gun and running to the other girls, everyone hearing the men shouting up the side of the compound before they felt the shaking of the pipe system. Their only way down.

“Ok fuck uh- we gotta jump” Y/n rushed out looking over the hole she was spying on, noticing the high stack of cardboard boxes that could break their fall.

“Ok L/n even if we jump, we have to somehow get six injured men into a van, how does that work?”

“Let me take care of that, you guys jump and get them all into the van. If i’m not there in 10 minutes, leave without me yeah?” Y/n said stepping away from the hole and putting the other girls forward towards it.

“The fuck do you mean? Sy will kill us if anything happens to you, plus we can’t just leave you. No man left behind” Steph shouted

“Look, I won’t be left behind if this fucking works ok?! Now just go!” Y/n shouted, seeing the three girls salute to her before each taking their turn to jump onto the boxes, when all of a sudden Y/n heard the sound of metal behind her. They were here.

“Well, it’s just a little lady, musta got lost?” The front man said, twirling a pistol in his hands,

Within seconds Y/n had aimed her sniper and had shot the man full force sending him off the edge of the building, “Bring it on you filthy fuckers” She shouted loading in another round and going to town at the men in front of her, whilst running about trying to dodger bullets

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Grace, Sophie and Steph despite hurting their feet in the landing had now found themselves alone with their soldiers, untying them rapidly until a gruff hand pulled Sophie’s, “Where’s Y/n? I know she’s in your division. Agent L/n” Sy asked desperately limping, Sophie couldn’t help but stay quiet and instead looking towards the ceiling where they heard a loud cry say “OW FUCK SAKE” A woman’s cry.

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Y/n had near wiped them out, leaving one man behind to step over the bodies of his comrades. Realising she had no more bullets left, the man smiled at the sound of the empty gun, aiming his gun towards her leg before shooting it, immediately sending her to the ground, “OW FUCK SAKE” Clutching onto her leg Y/n growled and groaned, watching the man step closer towards her, a victorious look on his face.

“Looks like you’re down sweetheart, how unfortunate, women are always pathetic” He spat laughing at her, walking back towards the pipe system, leaving her to lay there in agony.

“Not yet” Y/n groaned pulling the key out of the hand grenade she was wearing with her teeth, and throwing it as hard as she could towards him as he bent down to climb

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“I need to go back for Y/n, you fuckers don’t understand-“

“No trust me we didn’t want to leave her either, but her orders were to get you guys into the van and wait ten minutes” Grace said guarding the back of the van which held the 6 grateful men, thankfully all of them only having mild injuries ranging from dislocations to cuts

*BOOM*

Shattering their conversation, everyone watched as a man's body blew up mid air, parts of the building edge being blown up to pieces. Everyone going silent at the thoughts in their heads,

"get the fuck out of my way or i'll make you" Sy growled, Grace immediately sighing and letting him step out, his now bandaged leg giving him the ability to somehow walk strongly. Sy groaned as he pulled himself up the pipe system, his heartbeat pounding in his ears at the fear of what's happened to his beloved girlfriend. His first love as well as that.

Relief filling him as he looked over the edge and saw a very much conscious and in pain

Y/n, who still had that same smirk on her face, “Told you I was here for backup baby” She shouted watching him shake his head and walk over to her,

“Don’t you ever fucking do that again, ya hear me?” Smashing his lips onto hers as if she would disappear if he didn’t hold on tight enough, that’s how he felt.

(A few weeks later)

“Baby can I have a chocolate bar please” Y/n shouted from the living room, her casted leg set up on the couch, with Aika licking at her exposed toes.

“Comin’ right up honey” Sy said walking into the kitchen before settling beside her, her head falling on his chest with his arms wrapped around her shoulder.

“So about our next mission-“

“Shut it sugar, we’re not going anywhere anymore, not after that last scenario. We are done baby”

“What do you mean done? We can’t just quit?” Y/n questioned looking up at him confused, his lips pressing soft kisses to her temple and cheeks

“Of course not, but parental leave is a thing i’m sure we could get” He shrugged smirking down at her, taking a swig of his beer before taking a deep inhale in her neck, smelling her sweet peachy scent that he oh loved so much. A bit too much actually.

“But we aren’t parents Sy- Wait- HOLD ON-“

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[avanatural]

Just A Stomach Bug

Summary: Y/N, Dean’s girlfriend, suffers from a stomach bug. Dean suspects that she could be pregnant. Suddenly, he finds himself confronted with the idea of starting a family. Is he going to be a dad?  

Pairing: Dean x female Reader

Category: Fluff, angst, implied smut

Word count: 6.2k

Warnings: Mentions of sex, mentions of pregnancy, making out, cursing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of hyperventilation, Dean’s self-hate

A/N: I wrote this for @smellingofpoetry‘s 200 follower celebration. Congratulations again, my friend, and thank you for being so patient about the delay! ❤️ I hope you like my contribution to your writing challenge! 🥰 The paragraph that has been directly inspired by my chosen prompt is marked in bold down below. Divider by the talented @talesmaniac89​ 😊

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"Hey. How's Y/N?", Sam asked, walking into the kitchen. His growing hair floated through the air as he headed straight for the coffee machine. He needed fuel to keep his brain going. The hunter had found a potential shifter case, the details of which seemed particularly bloody, and it was only 8 o’clock in the morning.

Dean was sitting at the small wooden table in the kitchen, a newspaper spread out in front of him. He liked to start his day the old-fashioned way. Coffee, a newspaper, no technology. Today, though, he couldn’t enjoy the simplicity. When his brother asked about Y/N, Dean was dragged away from his very own worries about her, almost like he was being woken up from a bad dream. "Still the same," he sighed, his facial expression transforming into a deep frown.

"Dude, this has been going on for, what, a couple weeks now? You sure it's just a stomach bug?", Sam questioned. He put his coffee mug down on the table and took a seat opposite his brother.

Inquisitive hazel eyes met bewildered green ones.

"What else would it be?", Dean asked. Creases lined his forehead as he tried to follow his younger brother’s train of thought.

“Well… I’ve been thinking…” Sam shrugged his broad shoulders. Subtle steam was rising steadily from his mug as he recounted a few things that had captured his attention over the past few weeks. “She’s been so exhausted lately. She has to puke constantly. And… She hasn’t asked me to pick up tampons for a while.”

Dumbfounded, Dean squinted at his brother, shaking his head. “What’re you sayin’?”

"That maybe it’s… I don’t know, morning sickness?", Sam suggested, carefully pulling his eyebrows up his forehead.

It took Dean a while to process what his brother was saying. The wrinkles on his forehead twitched with confusion. "Wha- OH." As soon as realization hit him, he raised his hands defensively. His emerald eyes grew large, making him look like a cartoon character. The only thing missing was steam coming out of his ears. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on a second! You think she might be...," he trailed off, making a gesture with his hand so he wouldn't have to say it out loud.

"Pregnant?", Sam finished the question for Dean. Now that he’d said it out loud, the younger brother didn’t seem too sure about it anymore. He pursed his lips, giving it another thought, before adding, "Maybe. I don’t know.” He grabbed his cup of coffee and used it to warm up his hands. “Just a thought.”

Dean gawked at his sibling, opening and closing his mouth a few times. His face turned white as a sheet. "No. No-no-no-no," he started to ramble on, "We've always been careful, I-“

"I really don't want any details, Dean," Sam interrupted, wrinkling his nose, "Maybe you should just talk to her. Make sure."

Instead of following Sam's advice, Dean started to observe Y/N that day. He kept a close eye on her to look for any signs she might actually be pregnant. Any signs that she might be carrying his child. Their child. An actual human being. It was surreal to even think about. The two of them as parents? The thought had honestly never crossed his mind before. It just wasn’t an option. Well, now, perhaps it had to become one.  

Later that morning, Dean found Y/N bent over the toilet, emptying the contents of her stomach into the bowl once again. Her face was pale, her hair tousled. He scowled upon seeing her like that. She was obviously feeling miserable, and he wanted nothing more than to take her pain away.

"Sweetheart?", Dean addressed her, his voice gentle as a summer breeze. On unusually clumsy feet, he entered the bathroom. "Hey, you okay?"

Her sunken eyes met his. She shook her head as he carefully crouched down beside her. "Not really," she admitted, sounding like she needed an entire week of sleep.

Dean reached out and soothingly rubbed her lower back. He wanted to show her that he was there for her. Sometimes he was real shit at being an attentive boyfriend, he knew that. It was the reason they’d almost broken up a few months prior. But now, with these suspicions swirling around in his head, he wanted to be a better man for her. 

For a few minutes, Dean just sat with his girlfriend, crouching on the floor, caressing her back, trying to give her the comfort she needed.

Finally, Y/N’s tired eyes met his again. “Help me up?”

“Sure. Come on.” He slid his arm around her waist and provided her with the stability that she needed to get back up on her feet. “There you go.” His plump lips pecked the crown of her head as he led her to the sink.

“Thanks,” she grunted and lazily grabbed her toothbrush.

"You need to eat something, Y/N." Dean’s concerned stare didn’t leave her face while she put some toothpaste on her toothbrush.

She shook her head vigorously. The thought of food alone was enough to evoke more nausea. "I will only end up puking again,” she disagreed and started to brush her teeth. The huntress avoided looking at her reflection in the mirror, fearing that she was going to scare herself.

"How about something light? Chicken soup, maybe? I could make some,” Dean offered and rubbed his anxious, sweaty hands together.

Y/N’s gaze found his face in the mirror. The skin around her eyes wrinkled as she smiled around her toothbrush. Dean was truly a sweet guy. No matter how much they argued, he always watched out for her. God, she couldn’t believe that just a few months earlier, they’d almost broken up. Y/N spat out the toothpaste in her mouth and turned to face her boyfriend. "That would be nice. Thank you.”

“Of course,” he replied, wiping his palms against his jeans in a nervous gesture. He was trying to wrap his head around the fact that he may have just witnessed morning sickness. 

Holy shit. Life was real crazy sometimes.

"You alright there, Y/N?"

She looked up from the library table, a little bit of drool stuck to the corner of her mouth. Steam was rising from the bowl that Dean placed in front of her. The steam was spiraling into the air in small, delicious waves of fog. 

Y/N was resting her head on her hand, pulled back from the verge of sleep by Dean's deep voice. She quickly wiped the drool from her mouth and sat up higher on her chair.

"Yeah, just a little tired," she told him with a clearly exhausted smile and straightened her sore back. Gratefully, she accepted the spoon that Dean handed to her. She could feel his expectant stare on her face as she dipped the spoon into the soup and tasted it. “This is good,” she praised his cooking.

“Awesome. Enjoy.” Dean’s arms swayed back and forth, his hands dangling by his sides like they were lost. Fuck, why the hell was he so awkward? So, what if he’d knocked up his girl? They could handle it. Right?

With a bemused squint, Y/N looked up at him. “Are you gonna join me, or…?”

“Oh! Yeah, sure.” Dean sprang into action and pulled out a chair for himself. Rubbing his palms together, he sat down opposite Y/N. “Listen, uh…” He scratched his chin as he thought about a possible way to approach this conversation. God, why the hell couldn’t his fingers stop fidgeting? “I… I’ve been thinking.”

“Well, that’s a new one for ya.”

“Ha-ha,” Dean retorted with his very best bitch face, “I’m trying to be serious here, okay?”

“Okay. I’m sorry. What have you been thinking?”, Y/N asked and shoved another spoon full of soup into her mouth.

“Uh… This... has been going on for a while, you know?” He emphasized “this” by circling his hands through the air to gesture towards his girlfriend.

“Ugh, I know,” Y/N groaned, “I feel like shit.”

Since he couldn’t find the courage to look her in the eye, Dean stared down at his fumbling fingers. “Do you, uhm, have any idea… why that might be? I mean-“ 

As if on cue, his phone started to ring. The tunes of classic rock usually indicated that he needed to help someone, which he was more than willing to do, but right now was seriously the worst possible time. “You gotta be kidding me,” he grunted and answered his phone.

Later that night, the couple was lying in bed together. Dean's chest was pressed tightly to Y/N's back. He knew it was sappy, but he’d gotten so used to feeling her warmth next to him at night that he didn’t ever want to sleep without her again. Ever since she’d moved into his room, the nightmares that had tortured him were close to nonexistent.

Tonight, though, he just couldn’t seem to fall asleep. His mind was racing, raging, screaming. Could he really be a dad? Wasn’t he too irresponsible? Too reckless?

Dean planted a kiss on Y/N’s shoulder to check if she was awake. When she didn’t move, he let his hand sneak to her stomach. Holding his breath, he spread his palm across her belly. She still felt the same as usual. Dean was sure he would notice if there was a difference. After all, he knew her gorgeous body better than anyone. He’d spent hours upon hours exploring it, worshipping it. He would be able to tell. Right?

Dean’s muscles stiffened when Y/N suddenly hummed and moved to get more comfortable. Her body molded against his as if she was made specifically for his embrace. Her palm subconsciously covered his hand as she continued sleeping soundly. Her breathing remained slow and steady. The peaceful slumber was a welcome change after her torturous day.

Dean was surprised by the intimacy of their position. How natural it felt to have their hands join on her belly. For the first time ever, he pictured her stomach getting bigger, swelling up as their baby grew inside of her. It was still a surreal thought. But strangely, the thought also held a little piece of comfort. Just for a second, it made him feel like he was a normal guy with a normal girlfriend, about to start a normal life.

Sure, Dean tended to claim that normal was boring. But maybe, just maybe, a normal life could actually be fulfilling.

"So, get this-"

"You found a case?", Y/N interrupted Sam as she stepped into the library on her new fluffy slippers that Dean had gotten her. 

A few days had passed by since she’d last vomited. She looked like her usual self again, ready to leave behind the pale, exhausted version of her that had been plagued by nausea. 

"Why didn't you guys call me in?", she wondered out loud and narrowed her Y/E/C eyes at the boys. Usually, they spoke to her about the cases they found and let her be part of the discussion.

Dean gave her the eagle eye while she sat down at the table. To his dismay, she seemed fully ready to get involved with the case. He was still concerned about her. She wasn’t puking anymore, thank goodness. But he’d noticed that she was eating more than usual, and weird food combos, too. Like, who actually enjoyed Nutella and pickles? "Because you're supposed to be in bed,” he said, “What are you even doing up?"

In a nonchalant manner, she shrugged her shoulders. "I’m feeling better. Besides, I can't stay in bed all day. I’m bored. You two aren't seriously planning on discussing the case without me?" Folding her hands on the table, she looked back and forth between the two brothers. “So, shifter? What do we got on the guy? Or girl?”

Dean was quick to shut her down, his jaw locked with determination. "You're not coming with us.”

Y/N stared back at her boyfriend with a downturned mouth and a jutted chin. "What?”

"I said, you're not coming. You're in no condition to hunt, Y/N." His voice held finality. The strict look in his emerald eyes communicated just how serious he was about not letting her come along.

An irritated breath of air left Y/N’s mouth. "Okay, I know I haven't exactly been in the best shape these past few weeks. But I’m still a good hunter. I can-“

"You're not going, end of story," Dean cut her off gruffly. He felt a flicker of anger rush through his veins, mixing with his already present concern for Y/N. If she was actually pregnant, they were not putting their kid’s life on the line. It just wasn’t happening.

"What the hell, Dean?”, Y/N barked, her brows snapping together in an annoyed facial expression, “You can't order me around like that. We’ll be fine.”

"You're staying here.” He pointed his finger at the ground to make clear that she was going to stay behind. “You can mope around all you want, Y/N, I ain't takin' you with me.”

With a bitter huff, she got up and left the library, heading straight back to her and Dean’s shared bedroom. The muscles in Sam’s body tensed when Y/N shut the door with a bang. Dean, on the other hand, just groaned and buried his face in his hands.

Y/N was woken up by the sound of the door being opened. She slowly opened her eyes, letting them adjust to the light that came in from the hallway. Once she could properly see, she took notice of Dean’s bowlegs entering the bedroom.  

Bending his legs, Dean knelt down beside their bed. “Hey…” 

"What time is it?", Y/N asked groggily, her voice still laced with sleep.

"Only a little past eleven. We did some more research, prepared the hunt." Dean inhaled, then sharply released his breath. "Look, I know you’re mad. And I get it. But Sammy and I are gonna hit the road pretty early. About four a.m., so I’m just gonna-”

"So, get in here,” Y/N interrupted and pulled back the sheets to make room for him. “And wake me up before you leave so I can say goodbye."

All Dean could do was to remain still for a moment. Honestly, he’d expected her to be beyond angry about earlier. He was fully prepared to sleep in one of the guest rooms. He had only woken her up to tell her that he would be gone by morning. It was during moments like these that he was astonished by how much she actually cared for him. Y/N had never let him sleep in a guest room before, no matter how many times he’d prepared one for himself.

“Yes, ma’am.” He couldn’t contain the smile on his face, the fluttering in his chest, as he got up to close the door to their bedroom.

Y/N turned on the lamp on the nightstand to make sure that her boyfriend wouldn’t trip over his own feet again. Time and time again, she’d told him to just turn on the main light when he joined her in bed. But in true Winchester fashion, he tended to rather hurt himself than wake her up from a peaceful slumber.

After pulling off his shirts and jeans, Dean climbed under the covers, feeling Y/N’s warmth engulf him. "So, you're not pissed?", he asked after he’d turned off the light on the nightstand.

Y/N placed her head on his bare shoulder. Her hand gently traveled across his torso, sliding from his soft stomach to his defined pecs, over one of his perky nipples to finally rest over his heart. "A little," she confessed, "But I know you just want to protect me. It doesn't mean you're right about this, but you don't deserve to be given the cold shoulder. Especially not when you’re going out there tomorrow.” Her soft lips landed right on his pulse point, gracing him with an affectionate kiss. “I’m sorry about how I reacted earlier.”

“Yeah. Me, too.” Dean pulled her body close and cradled her against him. He felt a lot better knowing his girl would be safe at home while him and Sam went after that shifter.

"Just be careful, okay? Come back to me in one piece,” Y/N requested and buried her face in the crook of his neck.

"I promise. I'll keep in touch, too. You won't even notice that I'm gone,” he spoke quietly and ran his hand through her hair.

She shut her eyes and hummed from deep within her chest. The sensation of Dean brushing his fingers through her hair was one that never failed to soothe her. "I doubt that."

"Hey. I, uh, just wanted to check in with you." Dean pressed the phone to his ear and lowered his voice in a hopeless attempt to stop his brother from eavesdropping.

Y/N chuckled softly into the speaker. "Dean, you already checked in with me earlier. I told you, I’m well taken care of. I spent the whole day with Donna.”

The older Winchester brother scratched his eyebrow and looked to his left. It was Sam’s turn to drive the car. Dean didn’t like giving away driving duty, but he was truly too exhausted to take the wheel. Through the entire hunt, he’d pushed himself a little too hard. The reason? He wanted to get back to Y/N as fast as only humanly possible. “Did you have a good time?”, he asked, supressing a yawn.

“The best. We went on a movie date, you know? Popcorn and greasy dinner included.”

Dean could hear the smile in Y/N’s voice. It made him smile, too. “Do I need to be jealous?”

“Oh, most definitely,” Y/N teased, “You’re gonna have to top that when you’re back.”

“I’ll do my best,” Dean vowed, the smile widening on his face. It had been a while since he’d taken her out on a proper date. Right now, he was thinking local arcade, followed by a round of milkshakes at their favorite diner. “So, what are you up to now?”

“I’m hanging out with my new friend, Netflix,” she answered, “I thought you're on your way back. What's going on?"

Dean had called her every day for the past eight days that he'd been gone. Eight days for a goddamn shapeshifter! The bastard had been sneaky as hell. Despite all the extra effort that he’d put into the hunt, Dean had developed a steady routine of checking in with Y/N daily, as well as sending her countless texts. He couldn't help it, he was constantly thinking about his girl. Scared that he failed to be there for her.

"Nothing. I just... I wanted to hear your voice," Dean explained, pointedly ignoring the way Sam was chuckling to himself in the driver’s seat.

Y/N giggled into the phone. "I love you, too, you dork. Say hi to Sam for me. And get home safe.”

"I missed you," Y/N mumbled against Dean's chest as they rested in bed together, "I'm glad you're okay, babe.”

His arms clenched around her waist in a silent response. He was better at replying physically rather than verbally. That was okay, though, because Y/N could read his body language like a book.

"You missed me, too.” She grinned against his heated skin that smelled like spicy body wash. "You went all stalker on me."

Dean laughed, letting her feel the vibration of his chest against her cheek. "Just wanted to make sure you're alright.”

"Mmh," Y/N hummed and placed her hand on his stubbled cheek. She tilted his head to the side and pressed a loving kiss to his mouth. His lips felt heavenly against her own. So full. So soft.

Dean was longing for her so bad that he didn’t hesitate for a second. He immediately caught her lower lip between his teeth to bite and suck on it. Y/N moaned into the kiss and hooked her leg over Dean’s hip. Soon they spoiled each other’s mouths with lustful strokes of their tongues.

With his lips still attached to hers, Dean rolled on top of her body. A guttural growl escaped him when she reached between them to stroke him through his boxers. Smacking sounds and heavy breaths echoed through their room as their mouths caressed each other in a hungry, bruising kiss. It had been too long since they had been intimate, with the hunt and Y/N's sickness…

Oh, crap. Her sickness.

Could he even have sex with her like he usually did? What if he ended up hurting her? Dammit, out of all the things he’d googled, had he seriously forgotten to look up this vital piece of information?

Due to his inner monologue, Dean's movements slacked, which didn't go unnoticed by his girlfriend.

Y/N broke away from him and let her Y/E/C gaze drift across his face. "You okay?" Lines of worry emerged on her forehead. Soothingly, she brushed her hands up and down his naked back.

He nodded, his cheeks still flushed with yearning. "Yeah. I'm good," he mumbled, "Just, uh, really tired."

Y/N smiled at him and bumped her nose against his scruffy jaw. "I know you are. But that has never stopped us before, now, has it?"

"No. No, it hasn't.” Dean let out a nervous chuckle. He stopped her when she leaned in to kiss him again. "How about we, uh, postpone this, get some sleep?"

A flash of hurt appeared on Y/N's beautiful face, something that Dean never intended to happen. He had never rejected her before.

"Of course. That’s alright.” She managed a small, kiss-swollen smile for him while he rolled off of her. “Good night.” After one last sweet peck to his cheek, she turned around and got comfortable on her pillow. “Sleep well,” she muttered.

Dean, however, knew very well he wasn’t going to get a good night’s sleep. He inched closer to Y/N and brushed some hair away from her delicate neck. He pressed his lips to her skin and left a tender kiss, hoping that she understood his gesture of love. “Good night, Sweetheart.”

"What do you think you're doing?”, Dean instantly demanded when he spotted Y/N in the kitchen.

Her body froze. She’d pressed a beer bottle to her lips, about to take a sip. Surprised by the sudden volume of her boyfriend's voice, she dropped the bottle from her mouth. "What do you mean?"

Dean took the bottle from her hand and placed it on the counter behind her. "Beer? Seriously-", he paused when he spotted the used coffee mug in the sink. His shoulders sagged. His frustration was too heavy to keep them up. "Did you have another cup of coffee?"

"Well, yes-"

A sharp, humorless laugh escaped Dean. He pinched the bridge of his freckled nose. His eyes fell shut for a moment until he’d regained composure. "Come on, you have to know this ain't good."

Y/N shook her head from side to side, bobbing it softly while she examined her boyfriend’s bothered demeanor. "Dean, what's going on?"

"No, you don't get to pretend, okay?" He took a step back, putting some distance between them. "You don't wanna tell me? Fine. But I won't act like I don't know about the little one. Hell, I never expected that you-“

Y/N's eyebrows shot up, her mouth opened, but there were no words coming out at first. Then, finally, she managed to interrupt him. "The little one?", she repeated his words.

"I know you're pregnant," Dean stated, crossing his arms over his puffed-out chest like he'd just revealed the most meaningful secret in the world.

"What?", she whispered, gawking at him. Now, she was the one looking like a cartoon character. Wide eyes, dropped jaw, arched eyebrows. Her ears even turned the slightest shade of pink.

Dean arched one of his eyebrows and threw his hands up. He then let his hands drop and hit his legs with a slapping sound. He’d imagined that once the cat was out of the bag, Y/N would have no other option than to talk to him. "That's all you have to say?"

She took a step forward to reduce the distance between their bodies. "Dean, why would you think that?"

"Why would I-" He jabbed a finger at his own chest. "Why would I think that? The morning sickness, the exhaustion, no more periods, those weird food cravings. I mean, those are typical symptoms, right?"

"We were careful, I-" Y/N's eyes went wide. She paused. Then, her eyes went even wider. "Oh my God. Oh God. Holy shit! I swear, I-I thought it was just a stomach bug. Do you really believe... I could be pregnant?"

"Wait… Whoa. What, you didn't even consider that?", Dean asked, his anger lessening as he witnessed his girlfriend panic. She looked truly terrified. Actually, she looked like she was the Hatchet Man’s next victim in a horror flick.

"No. No, I swear. I thought you were going crazy...," she trailed off, taking unsteady breaths as the idea of being pregnant sank in, "What if it's true, Dean? Oh my God! Shit!" She was about ready to hyperventilate. 

"Alright, don't freak out, okay?" Dean stepped forward and took a hold of her hand in an attempt to calm her down. He’d never seen her like this. His other hand moved up to the smooth skin of her cheek. His thumb gently swiped along her cheekbone. “I’m with you,” he muttered.

Her gaze locked onto Dean’s. There was still an alertness in Y/N’s facial expression, but her eyes slowly cleared up. Her boyfriend provided her with enough comfort for her breathing to slow back down.

“Okay?”, Dean whispered, his jade-colored orbs jumping back and forth as he studied her face.

“Okay,” she whispered back.

Dean broke away from Y/N and realized that he was actually shaking himself. They couldn’t go on like this. They needed clarity. “Come on, grab your jacket.”

She squinted at him, her lashes fluttering across her cheeks. "Where are we going?"

"We're getting a test. Now."

"Which one do you want?", Dean asked as they stood by the feminine hygiene section. His hands were sweaty. He couldn’t stop fidgeting and bouncing on the balls of his feet. But he tried not to show it too much in front of Y/N. At least one of them had to remain calm. Right?

"I think we should get more than one," Y/N suggested, hastily grabbing three different pregnancy tests. Better to be safe. Right?

Dean nodded eagerly and placed his hand on her lower back. He wished he could somehow transfer calmness to her body and soothe her nerves. Unfortunately, he felt like he was about to burst with tension himself. “Definitely.”

Together, the couple walked to the register in the front to pay for the tests. Dean didn’t even stop to look at the pies to their right. No, he just kept his hand on her lower back, hoping for… What, exactly?

Y/N stole a glance at her boyfriend, whose forehead was furrowed. Gently, she nudged his side. When their gazes connected with each other, he sent her a reassuring smile and caressed her back in small circles.

“It’s gonna be fine,” Dean told her, surprising himself with how steady his voice sounded all of a sudden. All it took was one close look at Y/N’s face, and he felt more secure. Reflected in her eyes, he could see how strong they were together. They had been through so much. Hell, they had outrun death together. Multiple times. They could raise a child. Couldn’t they? “We got this.”

She responded with an anxious smile and leaned against him. He was like a wall made of comfort and stability. Dean was everything she could ever need.

An old lady sat at the register and scanned their items. Once she recognized the items to be pregnancy tests, she smiled kindly at Dean and Y/N. "Starting a family, you two?", she asked with sparkling eyes, completely unsuspecting of the inner conflicts that the couple was dealing with.

Y/N looked unsure of what to say, so Dean jumped in, wrapping an arm around her middle to remind her of his presence. Of his support. "We're about to find out," he replied with a friendly smile of his own.

"Good luck. You're a lovely couple. Your children will be beautiful," the old lady said.

Dean nodded at her once, the friendly smile not leaving his face. "Thanks, ma’am."

After Y/N had taken all three pregnancy tests, it was time to wait. Who the hell knew two freaking minutes could be that long?

Dean and Y/N stood opposite each other, just waiting for the two minutes to be over. Waiting to find out if they were going to be parents. The tests were placed on the sink, in between the two hunters. He stared at her, and she stared at him. Their fingers twitched. They looked like they were having a shoot-out. Only they didn’t have guns, they had pregnancy tests. And, well, they weren’t trying to kill each other. They weren’t opponents. They were a team. A team that was sweating bullets.

After what seemed like an eternity, the timer on Dean's phone went off, indicating that it was time to look at the results.

With fast hunter reflexes, they each snatched one of the pregnancy tests, not missing a single beat.

"What do you got?", Dean asked, his eyes glued to the white stick in his hand.

"One line. You?"

"Me, too.” A crease appeared between his brows as he pulled them together. “What's that mean?"

Y/N took a look at the test descriptions. Her eyes roamed the letters like her life depended on it. Which, actually, it kind of did. "Negative," she finally answered.

Dean didn't meet her gaze. His forehead remained puckered. He was still studying the negative pregnancy test in his hand when he asked, "And the last one?" Subtly, with dread, he watched out of the corner of his eyes as his girlfriend picked up the final test. His heart clenched with an unrecognizable feeling.

Once she saw the result, Y/N took the deepest breath she could muster. “It’s negative, too. Holy shit!”, she chuckled in an outpour of emotion. She ran a shaky hand through her hair. “That was a close call.” After another round of deep breaths and sighs, Y/N took the tests and threw them in the trash.

The metallic hum of the trashcan traveled through the bathroom and bounced off of the walls. The harsh sounds made Dean want to flinch.

With a smile, Y/N circled her arms around her boyfriend’s neck. "Told you it was just a stomach bug.” She kissed his ample lips, too relieved to catch his lack of reaction.

Dean's green eyes lingered on the trashcan as his girlfriend retreated from the bathroom. A scowl spread across his face. His heart dropped, dragged down by a layer of unsettling emotions that left him paralyzed on the spot.

While assuming that his girlfriend was pregnant, the hunter had let himself get used to it. Used to the thought of having a family of his own with Y/N.

"Hey... You okay?", Y/N asked as she combed her fingers through Dean's hair. They were resting on their memory foam mattress. Their bedroom was barely illuminated by the dimmed light on the nightstand. She loved his hair like this, freshly washed with no products in them. The strands were all fluffy and soft. "You've been so quiet all evening."

He grunted out an, "I'm good." and kept staring at the ceiling.

"You sure? You know you can talk to me, right?"

Dean drew in a long breath. He pulled Y/N close by the waist, hugging her body. His instincts told him to push her away. To avoid the pain. But that was his past self talking. The same self that had acted irresponsibly more times than he could count. Today, he had done right by his girlfriend. That was a good thing, he knew it. But still, he felt like crap. "Yeah, I know."

Y/N pulled away from him and left his embrace with reluctance. She wanted nothing more than to remain in Dean’s arms and pretend like everything was fine. But she knew she couldn’t keep avoiding confrontation. So, instead, she pushed herself up into a seated position. Their cream-colored sheets pooled in her lap. "Then why don't you? I know you, Dean, and something's up with you.” She curled her fingers around his hand. “Is it about the tests I took today?"

Dean was still staring at the ceiling, debating with himself about what to say. His free hand came up to stroke his scruff. Then, finally, he propped himself up against the headboard. He made sure not to lose Y/N’s touch, lacing his fingers through hers. But he didn't face his girlfriend. Instead, he stared down at their joined hands. "I thought you were...," he trailed off and cleared his throat.

"Pregnant?"

He nodded. "All those signs... I was so damn sure," he chuckled bitterly, "And I was terrified." When he finally turned to face her, his eyes had misted over, making them sparkle with the unspoken disappointment he’d carried around all day. "I knew we shouldn't have kids in this life. But I didn't wanna be the kind of guy who...," he sighed, searching for the right words, "I wanted to be there for you. After all, it takes two, right?", he chuckled again.

A gentle, pained smile appeared on Y/N's face. This was Dean pouring out his heart to her - which was truly a rare occurrence for him. The fact alone that he wanted to take responsibility for their child, without a second thought, made her own heart skip a beat. Especially because that wasn't a common reaction for hunters.

"And then I got so caught up in the idea that I found myself… wanting it, I guess,” Dean confessed, "The apple pie life, the whole nine yards.” He wet his dry lips. “I, uh, I even looked up stuff online...” His shoulders raised in a half-shrug and he averted his eyes again. “Then I saw you with that beer bottle, and... I just wanted to protect the little one.”

Y/N squeezed his hand in hers. “I know.”

“I, uh... I kinda pictured that the kid would look like you, you know,” Dean continued with an embarrassed frown masking his face. His cheeks were burning up. He’d pictured a little kid that looked just like Y/N. Same hair. Same smile. Y/E/C eyes that shone even brighter than the sun. He’d pictured that somehow, by giving Y/N a child, he could save that light in her eyes. Make sure that it lived on after they were both gone. The world needed more people like her.

Y/N could feel her own eyes glaze over with tears. Truth be told, she’d pictured their child to look like Dean. A little kid that had adorable freckles, bright green eyes, dirty blonde hair, and a smile that no one could ever stay mad at.

"Then it turned out you weren't even pregnant in the first place.” Dean risked a peek at Y/N, lowering his voice when he got to the root of the issue. “And you... You were relieved." His gaze flickered past her, suddenly drawn to the corner of their bedroom. He couldn’t keep up the eye contact.

"What, you think I wouldn't want that apple pie life with you?" Y/N’s fingers found his cheek. She turned his face to make him look at her, not past her.

His watery eyes were now forced to focus on his girlfriend. His old ways were telling him not to cry, not to be a baby. But he didn’t listen to his old ways. He kept up the eye contact, allowing Y/N to take a look into his heart. 

"I didn't mean to hurt you when I brushed it off like that, Dean,” she explained, “That had nothing to do with you. I just...” Her shoulders sunk. “I didn't want to let myself think about it. Because as you said, a family is not an option for us. I mean…” She pushed a scoff out of her mouth. “What if I’m a horrible mom? What if we drag the kid into the hunting business? What if they’re targeted by monsters? Because of us? I wouldn’t…” She folded her free arm over her stomach, giving herself a little half-hug. “I wouldn’t be able to take it.”

Dean blinked at her. "What are you saying?" He pried her arm away from her stomach, prompting her to open herself up further, to make herself even more vulnerable. Then, he pulled her in, gathering her in his arms.

Y/N let him wrap her up in an embrace. His arms were like protective gear. Like armor. "I wasn't relieved that we're not having a baby,” she spoke, “I was relieved that it’s not happening right now. I'm saying that if, by some miracle, we had a chance at a normal life, I'd love to have the whole nine yards with you, Dean. To have a family with you.”

"What if we got out?", Dean blurted, his voice suddenly laced with something other than sadness and disappointment. It was laced with wonder. With hope.

"You think we could get out?", Y/N asked. A deep curiosity was awakening deep inside of her. What would a normal life look like? What would it feel like?

The corners of Dean’s lips turned up. He held on to Y/N like his life depended on it, cocooning her in his warmth. “I’m starting to think we can do anything.”

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[thatgirlonstage]

for a fun prompt: the crew of the starblaster celebrating the 69th birthdays of their human members

I went pretty far off script with this prompt but I think it’s still entertaining haha.

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“I can’t have a crush on her, Merle!” Barry tugged anxiously at his hair, pacing back and forth so forcefully that he was liable to wear a hole in the carpet. “She’s, like, 110 years old! That’s barely adult for an elf! I’d be dating a twenty year old!”

“Ehhh, elf ages and human ages are both dumb,” Merle said, poking distractedly at the little potted plant in his lap. It gave a disconcerting, entirely un-plant-like hiss. “Even more so, now that we’re in some kinda funky reset loop. If you like her, you like her, and if she likes you she likes you. Why get hung up on the details?”

“But she’s— I’m— we’re—” Barry stopped in the middle of the floor to gesticulate madly. Tiny, confused fireworks of prestidigitation popped in his fingers. His shoulders slumped all at once. “I mean, she probably doesn’t even see me that way,” he mumbled.

“You know, for all you’re sayin’ you’re the one who’s too old for this relationship, you sure are acting like a kid,” Merle said cheerfully. He tickled the underside of a leaf on the plant, which promptly opened like a jaw a bit him. “Ooh, feisty little guy!” Merle said to the plant. He seemed entirely unconcerned by the blood now oozing from his finger and the thorns still buried in him. “All this drama over a crush! And you’re worried you’re too old for the interdimensional astronaut elf! Come on, Barry. I mean, by that standard, I’m decades too old for half the plants I’ve—”

“I am begging you not to finish that sentence.”

Merle grinned at him. “The point is— I mean, how old even are ya?”

“I’m fifty— no, hang on.” Barry mouthed to himself, counting silently. “How many cycles are we on? Sixteen?”

“Beats me,” Merle said. He was stroking the edge of the leaf that was still embedded in his finger. Something yellow and nasty was starting to ooze out of the wound along with the blood.

“No, crap, seventeen, I forgot about the hamster wheel planet.”

“Oh yeah! Your whiskers were adorable.”

“Are you going to heal your finger?”

“Aww, the little guy’s just playing, don’t mind him,” Merle said. “So seventeen cycles puts you at…?”

Barry stared up at the ceiling. “It’s almost the autumn equinox, isn’t it? Oh man, Merle, I turn 69 next week.” He started pulling his hair again. “Merle, I’m almost seventy!”

“Hey, congrats, you’re narrowing the age gap!”

“That’s not how this works!” Barry rubbed a hand over his face. “Merle, that plant is poisoning you, and I am not wasting a diamond to raise you if you keel over on me.”

“Alright, alright!” Merle, who had been turning faintly green and yellow, like his entire body was a fading bruise, said. “Sheesh, you’d think I never heal anything unless I’m told.” He extricated his finger from the plant and with a short murmur, the wound zipped closed and the poison dissipated beneath his skin. “The point is, Barry, maybe it’s hard to see because you’re human, and you can only see it from a human perspective, but adulthood is weird when you live a long time.” Merle shrugged. “I don’t know all that much about elves, but I know they don’t stay in their mom’s skirts until they hit their first century. A hundred years is still a hundred years, even if you feel it a bit differently. She might think you’re the little kid here. Either way, you’ll never know if you don’t talk to her about it.”

Barry sighed. “As usual, Merle, you’re somehow both a lot of help and no help at all.”

Merle gave him a broad grin. “I strive for oxymorons!” he said. “By the way, when did you say your birthday was?”

“Huh? Oh, next week. But it’s not like we’ve been celebrating—”

“Next week! Got it!” Merle hopped off his chair and waddled to the door. “Don’t you dare die before then, Barry!”

Barry was left behind in Merle’s bedroom with a hissing plant, somehow now much more worried about his birthday than he was about Lup.

*

A week later, with no further word from Merle, Barry had almost forgotten his birthday was coming, until he walked into the Starblaster’s common room one morning in a ratty t-shirt and sleep jeans to his entire family around a cake in the shape of a giant 69, shouting in bellowed chorus, “NICE BIRTHDAY, BARRY!”

[blainesebastian]

familiarity (pt2)

words: 4,478 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (heavily requested for a part 2) a continuation of: readers friends are obsessed with austin and reader meets austin out and about. austin is intrigued by the reader’s lack of interest and is determined to get to know you notes: part one is here!  warnings: none tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @foreverdolly, @inkpot-winters

Something you can honestly say you never thought would happen in your life is standing in your kitchen as Austin Butler sifts through your coffee cup collection.

“There’s no reason to have this many.”

You smile a little, moving to lean against the island counter, watching him as you pour more cereal into the bowl in front of you. Maple Clusters, of course, an extra sprinkle of cinnamon and some honey. You spoon some into your mouth before the clusters can get soggy.

“There are plenty of reasons.” You reply, mouth slightly full, which makes Austin look over his shoulder at you in amusement. Swallowing, you then stick your tongue out at him.

He laughs lightly, “That’s cute—thanks.”

You’ve been hanging out on and off for the betterment of two weeks, nothing too serious, mostly lunch and breakfast dates, coffee, walking around various parks in New York. The season is turning a bit cooler, chilly, your favorite time to break out the jeans and sweaters. Pulling the sleeves down of the sweater you’re wearing over your hands, your eyes take in the black jeans and navy sweater that Austin’s got on—it definitely brings out the brightness in his eyes, highlights the blonde in his soft curls.

Definitely nice to look at.

You finish your cereal and put the bowl in the sink, joining him at the counter. “I mean, c’mon, I gotta have mugs to match my moods.” You pull out a giant red crab shaped mug that unironically reads have a crabby day or just a simple white mug with red letters that says not today, satan.

Austin is skeptical to say the least, picking up a dinosaur one that changes colors when you pour hot liquid into it. You smile, shaking your head before pulling two random ones from the cabinet to fill up with coffee. Austin can’t stay long, apparently he’s got an interview to go get ready for, and you can assume from the ones you’ve watched on YouTube, he’s not about to wear what he has on.

Shame really.

You’re kinda just…taking this thing day by day with him, unsure if you want to make promises or projections about what might come next. You really like hanging out with him and the chemistry fizzles between you like bacon in a hot skillet but…you’re also trying to be a realist as much as you can. You know exactly what it feels like to put so much effort and trust into someone only for them to break it. Hurt you.

You can’t go through that again.

You shake off the thoughts lingering in your mind, watching as Austin grabs cream and sugar and adds it to his coffee. And to his amusement the mug starts changing color, from a green dinosaur paradise to a red, comet filled sky.

“That’s slightly depressing.”

“Them’s the brakes.” You coin, picking up your mug to take a sip.

He hasn’t met your friends yet which you think is probably for the best, for now. They’re a little…much. In the best way, of course, but you also selfishly want to keep Austin to yourself. Besides, he enjoyed the fact that you didn’t automatically know who he was when you first met, mise well take advantage of the small bubble you two have created around yourselves.

“Oh, I tried that Blueberry cereal you were talkin’ about,” Austin licks his lips, “I see what you’re sayin’—gets soggy way too fast.”

“Right?” You laugh lightly, running a hand through your hair. Who knew running into Austin at Whole Foods would create this…domesticity about cereal, but it’s almost like a comfort topic, easy to come back to, easy to find common ground.

It might seem silly or stupid but you need conversations like that, especially since you’re unsure where this whole thing is going with him, where you want it to go. You keep second-guessing yourself that you even know what you’re doing or how to feel—Jason’s done a number on you in ways you don’t expect sometimes.

Austin glances down at his phone when it buzzes, swiping away a message before he slides it into his back pocket. You know he has to get going soon but he lingers, taking another sip of coffee,

“I was thinkin’ since we’re cutting this short, maybe tonight we could do somethin’. I could pick you up for dinner?”

You set your mug down and your entire body tries to tell you to say yes, why not, sounds great. And yet nothing comes out, you clamp up instantly, almost ready to swallow your own tongue. Austin watches you for a moment, his eyebrows drawing together slightly,

“Or not—breakfast is totally fine by me,” He smiles, “If that’s your thing.”

“No, I mean—yes, it’s,” You let out a long breath you hadn’t realized you were keeping in your lungs. You reach over and gently settle your palm along his wrist, using it to ground yourself in what you’re about to say,

“I’m sorry, I uh—” The words get trapped underneath your tongue and you feel a little helpless in settling them loose. Austin is patient, covering your hand with his, running his thumb along your knuckles.

He shakes his head, “You don’t have to explain.”

“I want to,” Because you do. The last thing you want is for Austin to think you’re not interested…which feels so ironic because a month or so ago your friends were attempting to convince you to see the Elvis movie once, let alone two or three times.

So much can change in such a small amount of time.

“I was with my ex, Jason, for seven years,” Your eyes travel over his face as he listens and it dawns on you that you’ve never really shared this with anyone else other than family, your best friends. You feel like that vulnerability might rip you in two but Austin’s eyes are calm, comforting in a way that maybe you should have expected.

“It was really good for a long time but…he just wasn’t who I thought he was.”

Austin frowns a little, standing up straight from leaning against the counter. “He hurt you?”

You nod—there’s no reason to give light to details, to unbury those where you’ve put tombstones. Austin, you’re sure, can use his imagination. Regardless, he gets the point. His face twists in soft empathy, gently reaching out with his other hand to play with a wave of hair near your cheek, tucking it behind your ear.

“M’sorry,” And so many people say that but there’s a wild difference in Austin’s tone—there’s no pity, he doesn’t feel sorry for you, but empathizes. He feels hurt because that’s how you feel.

You clear your throat, shaking your head, your chin dipping down as his fingers brush along your jawline, “It’s not your fault.” While acknowledgement is good, you also know it’s best not to dwell. You’ve been working on that, how best to move forward.

“But uh—I’d like to go out tonight, on a date with you.” You smile a little, “Dinner.”

He raises his eyebrows, hand falling from your chin, “You sure?”

Humming, you reach into the cabinet full of mugs to pull out a very specific one. It’s black and has little Magic 8 balls printed on it with the common phrase ‘ask again later’. And then you show him what it says on the inside, on the bottom, a blue triangle that says ‘signs point to yes’.

Austin smiles, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your cheek, “It’s a date.” Your stomach flutters instantly at the soft touch, skin flushing with blush.

“A date.” You confirm with a confident nod, putting the mug back into the cabinet.

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“Girl, it’s a date not a root canal.”

You groan lightly as you sift through the clothes hanging up in your closet, attempting to find an outfit to wear tonight. Paige is right, this should be something that’s enjoyable for you—going out with Austin tonight on an official date, and yet you can’t remove this cinderblock of dread from sitting on your chest. You have to stop overthinking this, you’ve been out and in with Austin plenty of times, the only difference now is the hour of the day and dinner.

You can totally handle this…as long as you find something to wear.

You pull out a black dress and show it to your best friend who crinkles her nose, “What are you going to a funeral?”

Scowling, you put the dress back before looking through some other options, the hangers screeching against the pole they’re on as you move the metal back and forth. Paige gets up from her spot on the bed, peeking past you to try and help. She tugs out a few things that are casual but still highlight long lines of your body, your curves—Paige has always been good at this.

“We can do your makeup too—I’m thinkin’ red lipstick. Oh! Maroon.” She grins, moving to look at your vanity near the bed.

Running a hand over your forehead, you pick up the denim dress that Paige has pulled out and slip it on. It sits right above your knees, has short sleeves, buttons and a belt that clinches at your small waist. Looking down at yourself, you smooth your hands over the fabric and open the closet door a bit further to see what it looks like in the full-length mirror.

You think you were expecting some sort of transformation but…it’s just you, you in a nice dress. You smile a little, tugging out white booties to put on with it, Paige turning to look at you with a grin.

“God, he doesn’t stand a chance.”

“Stop,” You laugh softly, allowing her to sit you down and give you some light makeup details, everything is pretty natural except the lip color, maroon. Definitely doesn’t look bad.

“Your one goal is to have fun tonight, okay?”

You roll your eyes playfully but you are smiling, “Yes, mom.”

“I mean it,” She grins, putting the makeup brushes away, “Austin’s a good guy and you deserve that, don’t forget it.”

And okay, that might take a little more work than you think. You’re so used to getting the short end of the stick, to constantly question people’s motives, feelings, dissect their words to make sure they actually mean what they say. It’s daunting and exhausting…but you do get a good feeling from Austin, he’s shown you who he is, you just have to trust that.

You stand from the bed, running a hand through your hair, “I’m working on it,” You promise, “Thanks for your help.”

Paige lingers for a few moments before disappearing to the kitchen…and coming back with shot glasses and a bottle of tequila. You laugh harshly, shaking your head,

“What are you doing?”

“Liquid courage,” She grins, putting the glasses on your nightstand and filling them up. “C’mon, I’m hoping to get you slightly tipsy so you’ll forget I’m here and let me talk to him.”

“No,” You shake your head, amused, “Not yet—let me get this date under my belt, okay?”

Paige huffs dramatically but you know she understands. You got a lot on your mind. She hands you your shot glass and you both playfully clink them together, “To Austin Butler’s fine ass.”

You laugh, covering your mouth with your hand as your cheeks kiss bright red. You definitely can’t turn down that kind of toast and raise your glass, throwing the liquid back.

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The tequila is such a bad idea and you could really kick Paige in the ass for even bringing it into your bedroom. The first shot burns the back of your throat and you’re contemplating why people even do these things anyways because they’re fucking terrible. And then when your best friend leaves and you’re stuck with nothing but your worry and your thoughts as you wait for Austin to knock on your door…

One shot turns into three, which turns into taking sips directly out of the bottle.

It’s a slow process to quiet nerves but you don’t realize how strong it hits you until you’re wandering over to answer the door when there’s knocking. Glancing through the peep hole, you sway back on your heels to unlock the deadbolt, pulling it open to see Austin. He looks good because of course he does—a light pair of jeans with one hole in the knee, those same booties he loves to sport and a black sweater. You can see a silver chain on around his neck, underneath the fabric, paired with a selection of rings on his fingers (ugh). His hair is perfectly coifed in big dirty blonde curls and there has to be some sort of law he’s breaking with looking as good as he does.

It's hard not to think about, even when he speaks to you. Then you realize he’s asking you something and you blink.

“What?”

A soft sound of amusement, “I said, ‘hey, you ready to go?’ but I think the better question now would be, ‘are you checkin’ me out?’”

You scoff because isn’t everyone? And then you realize your filter is gone because you’ve said that out loud, a bloom of warmth kissing Austin’s cheeks. You raise your eyebrows, covering your face quickly with your hand, oh no.

“I mean—” You shake your head, “I dunno what you really expect when you walk around like that, with that face and whatnot.”

Austin’s eyebrows are drawn together, his mouth slightly open as he gently reaches for your wrist while you ramble, pulling your hand away from your face,

“And like—your hair does this whole wispy thing and do you even realize what you’re capable of when you’re wearin’ jewelry? It’s not fair.” Your voice definitely has a whining quality to it and Austin laughs a little,

“Hey,” He interrupts, “Are you—are you drunk?”

You stare at him for a long moment, biting the inside of your cheek. You slowly shake your head even though it feels beyond obvious that you are and…you can see him glance past you into your apartment where the half-empty bottle of tequila sits on your coffee table.

“Maybe…just a little.” You offer quietly. Fuck, fuck—you hope he’s not upset or disappointed and…there’s probably a way you can sober up real quick and still salvage the night, go to dinner like you’d planned. God, did you mess everything up? “I didn’t…it wasn’t on purpose.”

Austin shakes his head, carefully backing you up into your apartment and letting the door close behind him, “It’s okay,” And his voice is so soft, so understanding, that instantly your eyes pinprick with tears and a lump appears in your throat.

There are two versions of you when you drink: either you’re a snuggler or a crier, there’s really no in-between. You have a very bad feeling you’re adopting the latter right now.

“We don’t have to go out tonight,” His voice is very soothing, like he can tell you’re teetering on the edge right now. His palms rest on your shoulders, dragging his touch down your arms, “We can stay in—order food, s’really not a big deal.”

“But you wanted to go out,” You sniffle, hating how choked your voice sounds. Oh my god, this is seriously so embarrassing. You could kill Paige for bringing that tequila bottle into your bedroom in the first place—even though you know it’s your fault for overdoing it.

“I don’t need to go out,” He chuckles warmly, cupping your cheek.

His thumb brushes away a tear that falls, “I put lipstick on and everything.”

Austin hums, “And it looks beautiful.”

You swallow thickly, letting those words sit in your chest for a few moments. In your hazy state, you try and sift through his language, trying to figure out if he really means what he says or he’s just trying to placate you because you’re drunk and crying in the middle of your apartment. But…the longer you look into his blue eyes, the more stable you feel yourself becoming. Austin is grounding, he’s two feet firmly planted on the ground, he’s safe.

And you believe him.

You nod softly and close your eyes a moment, trying to stop the room from spinning. You feel him shift forward, pressing a long kiss to your hairline before he’s helping you to the couch to sit down. Kneeling in front of you, he unzips your booties, taking them off and setting them to the side.

“Really important question—breakfast or burgers?”

You blink, eyebrows drawing together in confusion until you remember he mentioned ordering food. Oh. “French toast and French fries.”

Austin smiles, nodding his head as he squeezes your knee and stands from the floor. “Course, why didn’t I think of that?”

As you lean back against the cushions of the couch, he wanders over to the kitchen to grab glasses of water. Bringing them back over, he sets them down on the coffee table before typing into his phone, most likely an Uber Eats order. You lean against the arm of the couch where a bunch of pillows are and wish more than anything you weren’t wearing this denim dress because it suddenly feels too tight.

“Your sweater is nice,” You comment after a moment, running a hand through your hair. “You could be dating a model or somethin’ you know, and you’re here with me.”

He blinks with the whiplash of conversation jumping, finishing up the order placement on his phone before setting it aside on the coffee table. Austin picks up the water to hand you, your fingers brushing as you take the glass from him and have a few large gulps.

“Why date a model when I could be with someone who has thirty unnecessary mugs in her kitchen cabinet?”

You smile suddenly, laughing, which makes the corners of his mouth pull up. “I have forty-five, and they’re all necessary.”

“Well even better.”

“You can make cinnamon rolls in mugs you know, like in the microwave? Like little mini-cakes,” You tell him matter-of-factly, “Clearly you have not considered this in bashing my collection.”

Austin shakes his head, taking a sip from his own water glass, “I obviously got a few things to learn.”

You hum, “I’ll show you tomorrow when my kitchen isn’t bein’ so rude and spinning like that.” Running a hand through your hair, you take another long sip of water, “Will you be here tomorrow?” You swallow, half expecting him to disappear at any moment. You also understand, even through the daze of tequila, that he’s a busy man with his own schedule. Just because you’re…like this does not mean he’ll be available tomorrow.

“I’ll be here,” He promises, “Got nothin’ to do tomorrow.”

That answer is really satisfying and you’re not sure whether you say that outloud or not, but Austin is smiling as he brushes your hair over your shoulder, standing to go towards the apartment door with his phone. The food he ordered must be here and damn that was fast.

The night moves on slowly or maybe not, it’s hard to tell. All you know is that one moment you’re shoving food in your face and miraculously not getting syrup or ketchup on your denim dress and then making your way to your bathroom to change your clothes and wipe your makeup off.

“No peaking.” You point at Austin but don’t even bother to close the door when you take your dress down.

Austin quickly turns away, a soft laugh leaving his throat, “Wouldn’t dream of it—lemme know if you need help though, alright?” And that…comment is totally acceptable because at one point you have to grab the corner of the sink so you don’t end up on the floor.

It takes you a moment to realize, when you walk out of the bathroom, that Austin just has a white t-shirt on now and you look down at what you’ve pulled on and that’s right. He’s given you that black, waffle-knit sweater he was wearing, to pull over your head. The sleeves are too long and it smells so much like him, cologne mixed with something distinctly Austin.

You hope he realizes he may never get this thing back.

There’s this moment as he pulls the sheets down on your bed that you know you want to kiss him, like—just plant one right on his lips, especially with how nice he’s been tonight. You think about it, you play it out in your head what you’d say or what it’d be like to just go for it. But you already know the type of man Austin is, and he’s not going to roll with it while you’re intoxicated…but you kinda like him all the more for that.

Instead, when he helps you between the sheets, you gently tug on his wrist before he leaves. “I really like that you wear sweaters and take cereal very seriously,” You plant a kiss on his cheekbone, letting the touch linger for a moment before pulling back, “Even though you talk shit on my mug collection.”

Austin laughs, the sound warm and it fills up your chest in the very best way. He pulls the blankets over your shoulder, saying something in response but you’re already asleep the minute your head hits the pillow.

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Morning seems to come far too soon, sunlight sneaking in through the windows and blinds of your bedroom and smacking you directly in the face. You groan lightly, pressing your face into your pillow and attempting to make yourself smaller. The headache you’ve got pulsing in your temples somehow stretches outward and pulls at the muscles in your neck. Fuck, you’re going to die. This is terrible.

Bringing up a hand to rub at your eyes, you catch the scent of the sleeve and—sandalwood. You practically give yourself whiplash pulling your arm away, blinking at the sweater in question and oh my god, last night actually happened. And you don’t have the luxury of forgetting it, either, your drunken moments are usually imprinted on your memory in detail. While it wasn’t completely terrible, always can be worse, your very embarrassed at Austin arriving at your place for a date and there you are, drunk, a mess. Shaking your head, you squeeze your eyes shut.

At least he’s probably gone home by now and you can avoid him for however long it takes to reset your dignity.

Except—

Except the smell of coffee suddenly assaults your senses and your bedroom door cracks open…and Austin is there, with two cups of coffee, looking utterly adorable and slept on. He must have stayed over on the couch, hair a bit mussed but still attractive, cheeks warm with the imprint of pillows on one of them. You shake your head a little—this can not be happening.

He smiles a little when he sees you’re awake, moving to sit down on the bed near your hip. He places one of the cups of coffee on the nightstand and holds the other between his hands,

“Glad to see you’re alive.” He teases and you groan lightly in response, pinching the bridge of your nose because you’re not so sure. “You got a headache?”

You nod, no words forming on your tongue, but you feel the bed shift and Austin must get up to draw the blinds a bit tighter to prevent the light from spilling in. It helps a little when you fix your gaze on him again.

“It’s not fair that you look like that when you wake up,” Your voice is slightly strained, signs of sleep still imprinted on it.

He smirks moving to brush your hair out of your face, his fingers slipping along your jawline, “Drink the coffee, you’ll feel better.”

“Doubtful.” You mumble but do as you’re told, leaning against the headboard and taking the coffee cup into your hands to take a sip.

Honestly, you know you will start to feel better after the second cup of coffee and maybe a light breakfast. You’re not that hungover, but it’s moreso you feel ashamed about your behavior last night and you can’t believe this man not only stuck around but made coffee for you the next day. You swallow, looking down into the cup, not even sure what to say.

“I’m sorry—” You blurt out, looking up at him. Austin’s eyebrows draw together in light confusion, waiting for you to explain, “About last night, I did want to go out with you.”

He shakes his head, “Y/N,” A soft smile on his lips, “You really don’t have to apologize, there are plenty of other nights we can go out.”

Your forehead crinkles lightly as you move to set aside the coffee on the nightstand, stomach bubbling in butterflied nerves as you attempt to find the right words to explain. Even though you know Austin doesn’t need to hear it, you feel like the honesty is important,

“I just got caught up, I haven’t been on a date since…”

Austin fills in the blank, “Your ex.”

And God, you hate to have to bring him up again, to give his past actions so much power but…if you can’t be honest with yourself, you don’t think you’ll be able to move forward with anybody. You crinkle your nose, a soft frustrated noise that almost sounds like a laugh,

“I just panicked; I just so wanted our first date to be…perfect.” And you should know better than to use that word because nothing ever is. Not only that, you feel like you only made last night worse instead of what it could have been.

Austin reaches out to touch your hand, making sure you’re looking up at him when he says, “But it was, I was with you.”

Maybe that line would sound cheesy coming from anyone else, but there’s a genuine warmth that comes from Austin when he says it, so much so that it reaches inside your chest and squeezes. And suddenly you can’t stop yourself from leaning forward and kissing him, albeit quickly, to the corner of his mouth.

Austin doesn’t backdown from that, using the opportune moment to continue the kiss, cupping your cheek to give you a proper one. His lips move against yours slowly, patiently, drinking one another in. It’s one of the most addictive things you’ve ever felt. Your heartrate is in your ears when he pulls away and you can’t stop yourself from licking your own lips,

“Believe you mentioned somethin’ about cinnamon rolls in coffee mugs last night?”

You let out a soft laugh, nodding, before pulling the sheets back to start the day.

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