#he refused because she was drunk but brought it back up later

[akirakirxaa]

14. Rubbing your partner's back until they fall asleep

Slams hand down on the WoL x Emet button

This is a continuation drabble based on my fic Unwound because now I have the brainworms. The fic can be found here. More info in the tags.

Akira lay on her stomach, face pressed into her pillow as if trying to hide from the decision she had made with full faculties, with no drink to blame. She could hear the voices of everyone she cared about asking her what was she thinking? And yet, she didn't want to take it back. She just more wished the situation was different. That she wasn't who she was and he wasn't who he was.

"A bit late for second thoughts don't you think, Hero?" Emet-Selch's hand ran up and down her back, fingers lightly tracing along each obsidian scale. If she could just get rid of this guilt, it would probably lull her to sleep. She lifted one arm and pressed her index finger over his mouth, still not looking up.

"Stop talking," she grumbled into her pillow, and she felt him pull away from her.

"Well, if you want me to go-" Her hand snapped to his wrist without her full permission, as if now that she'd admitted to herself that she wanted him she was going to keep him right where she wanted him. He resumed his ministrations with a small huff of laughter, so quiet she almost missed it.

"I'm getting mixed signals, Hero."

"So am I." The noise he made was louder this time, a scoff of protest.

"I have been very clear-"

"Not from you." He was quiet for several moments and she sighed, knowing he was waiting for her to explain. Even though she knew he knew. He had to know, right? She pointed at her still hidden face as her explanation.

"Ah. You're still not sure what it is you want." She could hear the smirk in his voice.

"No. Just not sure I should want it." Akira curled her arms under the pillow, the soft material giving under her horns. She could feel some threads catching but she'd long since gotten past feeling bad over every pillow her horns ruined. He gave a long suffering sigh and, before she could protest, hauled her by arm and leg over him until she draped across his torso, her head nestled into the crook between his neck and shoulder. The tip of one horn was not even an ilm from his throat, but if it bothered him he didn't show it.

"What're you doing?" she asked cautiously, still tense at the sudden movement.

"You don't want me to leave, so I was planning on getting some sleep if you don't mind," the words sounded irritated, but his hand had resumed its gentle rubbing of her back, not put off in the least by the body she still regarded at times as strange and unfamiliar. She wondered if he was trying to lull her into a false sense of security. As if he could read her mind, he let out another sigh.

"I'm not going to kill you in the night," he insisted. "I said I wanted cooperation and I meant it."

"Somehow I don't think this is what you originally meant."

"Besides," he continued, as if he didn't hear her. "You deserve to know when your death is coming for you." Akira was quiet for several long moments. What a strange compliment, but it did feel like one. Still uncertain, she leaned on her Echo senses. They were never wrong, and while in the midst of battle she might miss their signs, when it was quiet and she was still, she could hear them clearly.

Nothing. No looming danger. He was telling the truth. She was still loath to sleep while someone she knew for a fact would prefer her dead or at least gone was still in her bed, but asking him to leave felt even worse. She swallowed hard, then tried to relax, finding it somehow far too easy now that she'd established even with her preternatural danger senses that she was safe.

"Emet-Selch?"

"Hm?"

"Goodnight," she mumbled quietly, feeling her face heat just slightly as she adjusted just a little, just enough to assure herself she wasn't going to accidentally stab him with her horn in the night.

"Sweet dreams, Hero," he replied, and she could hear the slight smile in his voice, the softness that crept in occasionally when his guard fell ever so slightly.

Akira closed her eyes, letting her lose herself in the small circles he was now rubbing into her back, and as she was drifting off she could hear him humming something. It was just this side of familiar, like something she'd heard long ago, something she'd forgotten. But she was too far gone now.

Sleep claimed her, dragging her under to gentle touches and quiet songs sung by her enemy.

[mulansaucey]

Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts.

Azriel x Reader

Prompt: Rita has a new supply of Moonshine and gives a jar to the IC. This creates a blacked out drunk Azriel.

Warnings: alcohol use, flirting, suggestive, mentions of sex, drunken behavior. Let me know if I left anything out.

Note: Literally sitting in bed when I had this idea. This is just for fun and I hope you enjoy!

Music playing in the halls of Rita’s surrounds the Inner Circle as well as laughter. Shot glasses banging against their table, squeals of joy from seeing the glasses of those pretty cocktails that Feyre and Mor like so much, and the beautiful smile that graces my mates face. Tonight is for fun and bonding.

Azriel has been on a month long mission just returning to me a few days ago where we cooped up in our cozy home, enjoying the song of our mating bond before returning to society. When he’s gone, there’s a hole in my chest. Color, music, art becomes void. Life is not as exciting without him by my side. Even after decades of being married and mated the bond is still alive and thriving as if it was still the night he took a bite out of that meal I made him to accept him as my mate.

I’m an accomplished fae. I’ve strategized wars, wrote countless books on the plant life of Prythian that has helped healers cultivate new medicines, and have helped the Inner Circle for almost two centuries now. When he’s away, I keep myself occupied and have my job to thank for that but that aching feeling doesn’t go away.

That’s the strength of a mating bond, it brings males to their knees. It brought Azriel to his. Our souls submitting to one another and refusing to settle for anything less than each other.

“What’s so interesting, love?” Azriel teases as I can’t my eyes off him. Those hazel eyes trail over me, even in the haze of faelights it feels like he can see every inch of me. He bites his lip as if he’s recalling just a few hours ago when he was biting the meat of my thighs. I know I am. Heat rises in my cheeks as he laughs and leans down to the leg of my chair and pulls me closer to him. The bond between thrums with satisfaction that our beings are even closer now. His hand finds the back of my neck and he caresses.

“You, my heart. I can’t seem to take my eyes off of you.” I tease him back.

The shots making my mind looser and my flirty tendencies arise. I’m a horny drunk when it comes to this male. Who wouldn’t?

Azriel raises his brows and smirks. He leans down to press a sweet kiss then pulls back.

“You are lovely in this dress. I can’t wait to rip it off you tonight.” He says as he presses sweet kisses along my cheek and jaw.

“Azriel you better not! It’s embarrassing having to keep going to the tailor because you have no self control.”

“Self control? We’ll see how much self control I have later, you’ll begging for me I promise you that.” He laughs.

Suddenly a heavy presence can be felt behind us. I don’t even have to turn to know it’s Cassian.

He slaps the back of Azriel’s chair and loudly yells, “Stop the heavy petting and come to the bar, Rita just got a new drink called ‘Moonshine’ it’s apparently a lot stronger than any wine or whiskey.”

Cassian doesn’t wait for an answer and picks me up while yelling over his shoulder, “If you want her, Az you gotta come get her!” We leave a trail of giggles as my grumpy mate follows.

Azriel trusts his brother and knows Cassian just missed him and wants to have fun. It’s why he doesn’t cut off his hands for touching my body.

Cassian drops me on a bar stool and leans over to drop a sloppy kiss to Nesta’s cheek as she bats him. From the corner of my eye though I can see her pulling him back to her to give him a proper kiss. I’m happy for my friends as they had a very tumultuous start to their mate ship. As I’m trying not to be nosy in my friends business Azriel comes to stand behind me, strategically blocking me from any other males or females view. Azriel is selfish when it comes to me. I can’t blame him, he’s waited centuries for me. And I him.

Rita walks up to us with a jar of clear liquid. It looks innocent, like water, but knowing her that liquid will make you regret ever being born. But that’s the appeal to Rita. She knows how to have fun and has quality supply.

“Alright ladies and gentlebats this is Moonshine. It’s technically whiskey but its process makes the alcohol stronger and you drunker quicker. I will give you a shot, on the house, if you like it I’ll sell a jar to you. This stuff is no joke and illegal in some courts. More recently our High Lord and Lady gave me the okay to produce it.” Rita winks to Feyre and Rhys.

We all look over them and Rhys shrugs, “Feyre wanted to try it, I couldn’t say no.”

We all laugh at the lack of ability our friend has to say no to his wife. I see Feyre eye the glass with excitement.

“Feyre you do the honors of first shot!” I yell out as she takes the glass and downs it in one gulp.

She freezes and we wait on bated breath. Her eye twitches and she gives a full body shiver. We break in laughter at her funny reaction as she immediately takes her fruity cocktail from Rhys, who was mid sip, and takes a few gulps.

Feyre’s face twist in disgust as she tells us, “That’ll definitely get you fucked up, I feel like I’ve grown chest hair.”

Laughter fills our area again. Rhys presses a kiss against Feyre’s head as he reaches for his own shot glass. Each of us besides Amren and Varian, who are currently in Summer, reach for our own. I clank my shot glass against Azriel’s and down my shot. I immediately regret this decision as pure alcohol burns my throat. It’s worse than the tonics Madja gives us. At least we get some what rewarded for that. I put my glass down and look over at my mate. His free hand softly rubbing my upper back, he downs the shot and smack his lips.

“It’s definitely strong but I don’t mind it.” Azriel says to the group.

I pout at him and say, “Of course it doesn’t bother you, Shadowsinger.” He rolls his eyes and moves his hand from the back of my neck to the front. Slowly moving my head back so far I have no choice but to look at him and only him.

“It’s Shadowsinger now is it?” He smirks down at me. Before I can reply peanuts that Rita supplies generously across her bar are being pelted at us. Azriel loosens his hold on me as we both turn to our family.

“You two are like bunnies, I feel like I need to spray you two with a bottle of water.” Nesta says.

I gasp and laugh out, “Like you have any room to talk! The House of Wind is contaminated with you and Cassian’s fluids.” All I get is more peanuts being thrown at me. The two of us dissolve into giggles as I throw them back at her. Cassian and Azriel having to take it away.

Cassian then turns his attention to Rita watching us in amusement.

“We’ll take a jar please, you always know how to make me feel good.” He winks at her. Rita rolls her eyes and passes him the jar.

“I’m charging you extra for that little stunt.” She says back to him.

“Oh c’mon that was a compliment! You’ve got the best stuff in the city.” He argues as Nesta shushes him. Nesta opted out of drinking, instead preferring to smoke mirthroot.

We all go back to our designated booth empty shit glasses in tow. We decide to play truth or drink. Azriel being the secretive person he is rather take the shot then tell the truth. I have a feeling he just wants to indulge the rare drink. I don’t blame him, he works hard for his court and he’s allowed to drop his inhibitions. Ever since we’ve gotten together I’ve taught him about self care and allowing one self to enjoy the moment. The centuries of training and spy work are still instilled in him, something even I can’t take away. But with the love of his mate and family he’s allowed himself to be happy.

I didn’t like the moonshine so I stuck to my cocktails then water, as I had a feeling someone needed to be more sober than the others. Azriel takes his eighth shot when he freezes. I still, looking around to see if anything was amiss. When I look back at him I see him smiling.

“You are a rare jewel.” He says so casually. Looking at me like I’m the only person in the world. He reaches over to brush my hair out of my eyes when instead he pokes me. This clumsy move tells me, he’s drunk. He giggles as I jump back slightly from a literal finger poking my eye.

“I’m so sorry love. Wow your skin is so soft.” Azriel starts touching my face in fascination. He then pulls me into his strong embrace. The awkward is angle but he just sighs constantly. Happy to be holding me. He starts petting my hair as if I’m a cute kitten.

The confused yet amused looks across the table have me pulling back from my mates embrace when he loudly says, “Noooooo, don’t leave me. I was so comfortable.”

I can hear and see Rhys and Cass laughing and clutching each other. Azriel RARELY gets drunk. I feel bad, maybe I should’ve limited how much he could drink since it’s not his usual stuff. Azriel has a fairly high tolerance for his usual whiskey or beer. Eight shots of his regular choice of drink would be nothing but him drinking moonshine has him reacting differently. I feel a little guilty but Azriel has carried me home and taken care of me plenty of times. Tonight I promise myself to return the favor.

“I know my heart, but I need a glass of water and so do you. I’ll be right back, I promise.” I caress his face and he looks at me with so much love I almost don’t want to go even if it’s a few minutes.

“Okay, hurry back. Take a shadow.” He says with a pout. A shadow always sticks with me regardless of his command or not. I shove my love down our bond for his thoughtfulness. Azriel gives me a goofy grin and pushes his love down to me.

“I need a drink, c’mon. Lover boy will be just fine.” Feyre says as she drags me away from my mate.

His eyes trailing after me until Cass and Rhys grab his shoulders to get his attention. Knowing my mate is in safe hands has me turning to Feyre. We talk a little about her art studio and Nyx. She confesses to having a bit of Mom guilt when she goes out. The alcohol making her a bit weepy from missing her son. I distract her by dragging her to the dance floor, after checking to make sure Azriel was still with the boys and has a glass of water.

After a few songs Mor and Nesta join us. I still keep an eye on my mate, making sure he’s okay and having fun. The next time I turn my eyes to him he’s gone. Panic fills my chest as I look around the bar for him. When I look up to the second floor I see him and his brother attempting to climb the rail. At that moment I decide it’s time to go home. I grab the girls and haul their asses the second floor before any of our mates cracks their skull open. The boys had way more moonshine than we did.

We successfully get them away from the railing, I grab Azriel’s face and he gently shoves me off of him. I frown at him, water lining my eyes at his rejection towards me. I go to ask him what’s wrong but before I do he tells me, “I am a mated male! You can not touch me.”

He sways a little grabbing onto Rhys for support. Rhys is already getting yelled at by his High Lady but she stops to turn to Azriel in amusement.

“What did he just say?” Feyre says to me. I stay silent for a moment realizing the situation. I slightly smile at my mates loyalty even though it is me who is touching him. I tell Feyre to grab Rhys and I can handle Azriel.

“Azriel, my heart. It’s me, I’m your mate.” I tell him gently helping him find his balance.

“I don’t want to go home with you. I want my mate. She will take care of me. I don’t need you.” As he’s still struggling to walk. I ignore him and help him down the stairs all the while he’s protesting insisting he has a wife and mate waiting for him at home. I roll my eyes fondly. Knowing it’s going to a rough walk home. He insists that I only touch his arm.

“I am a gentleman and my wife would be mad I let you walk home alone but I am not sharing a bed with you. She is only one I share my bed with. I love her.” He says to me, total seriousness.

I take a look at him noting his shirt is wrinkled from Cassian constantly grabbing onto him, his hair is wild, and his walk is staggered. I make a mental note to never let him drink Moonshine again. He trips slightly making me grab onto his back and front. He looks at me weirdly and takes my hands off his body.

“I don’t know youuuu. My body is reserved for my wife, I am fine with walking on my own.” His words are sloppy and he trips again. Laughing at him I ignore his protests and guide him to our shared home. The walk is a struggle as he keeps tripping yet insisting I keep my hands off him. I shove my love down the bond hoping he’ll recognize me that way. I feel more assured that even if I wasn’t with him and he was drunk he’d always come home to me. I hear him sigh with content and he lazily slaps his chest.

“This here, in my heart, she’s calling to me. I need to go home to her. I can feel her. I want to go home.” He pouts.

“Okay big guy, I’m gonna get you home to her. I’m sure she misses you.” I say, playing along. If I play along I’m hoping it’ll make him more amiable.

“She does! I can feel her even when I’m miles and miles away. I miss her too. Sometimes when I’m in the same room as her, I miss her. I just want her all to my self.” He confesses, I notice he’s started to slowly relax letting me guide him home. The thought of seeing me being his motivator. My heart is fluttering seeing him like this. Azriel is usually so smooth and calculated. His words to me sound like poetry, like a crafted song made just for me to hear. Now he’s confessing his love to, how he perceives, a stranger. Apart of me knows that he must know it’s me. Even if it’s deep down. But I can’t help but feel so special to him.

I finally spot our home, the sight of our porch makes me let an out a sound of relief.

Azriel looks to what I see and goes, “How do you know where I live? I don’t remember telling you. I wouldn’t have told you! I told you that I don’t want to go home with you.” He pushes himself away from me stumbling to our small gate. He struggled to unlock and me being exhausted from helping a 6’5 Illryian male slap his hands away and move to open it. He rubs his hand where I slapped and looks at me with a pout.

“Oh you’re okay! Stop being a baby and come inside please.” I tell him, laughing lightly at him. He moves to walk past me but turns before I can even take a step on the porch.

“This is as far as you can go. My wife will not be disrespected by having another female in our home.” He says with a serious face. The message isn’t as threatening since he’s still swaying and eyes glossed over. I smile at him and make a move to walk around him but he pushes his arms out, clumsily I might add, and repeats what he just said. I hold my arms up in surrender to this ridiculous statement.

“Azriel, my heart. I am your wife, you are mated to me. And I want to be in our bed and snuggle. Don’t you?” I ask giving him my best puppy dog eye. I don’t even know if it’ll work if the liquor made him forget who I was entirely. He goes to reply when he bends over to his side and pukes. I rush to his side and rub his back. He stand up again and leans against a pillar on our porch. His face smushed against it I can faintly hear.

“I want my mate…I’m not going home with you.” I roll eyes, trying not to get upset with him because it isn’t his fault and I know I’m not a doll to be around when I’m drunk. I walk towards our door, it unlocks automatically due to the ward Azriel insisted on placing. I try to gently push him inside. His wings knocking over a vase I was gifted from a past High Lord of Summer, I grimace as the antique lays broken on the floor. He looks around for what made the loud sound and he gasps loudly as if I was the one broken on the floor.

“My wife is going to kill me! Fuck, fuck, shit. Oh my gods I need to go to summer now! I need to go before she notices it’s broken.” He says making a move for the door. I immediately put a stop to that and drag him to our bedroom. I think he’s exhausted himself and flops down on the bed. Not making any moves. I start unlacing his boot and once I’ve got them off I go for his pants.

He slaps my hands away and goes, “I can undress myself. You have no right to touch me there! Go home before my wife finds you, she’ll kill you. My mate is verrrry possessive of me. She won’t like youuuu.” He sings at me.

He starts giggling and taking off his pants and shirt while moving to grab my pillow and holds onto it like it’s the answer of all his prayers.

“I miss her so much. I’m in bed but she isn’t here. It smells like her, I never want to smell anything again. Only her.” I make a face at him, I didn’t see how that makes sense but he’s drunk so I don’t question it. I make sure he has a glass of water and is tucked into bed before I make my move to join him. As soon as I start to move the cover he jolts back up, still clutching my pillow.

“Thank you for taking me home but I insist you take the couch. I will never share a bed with another female. I will not have our marriage bed tainted by a stranger.” He says eyeing me like I’m the King of Hybern resurrected.

“Enough, sweetheart. Tonight has been really funny and sweet but I want to sleep. Don’t you want to cuddle?” I say, I glance at the clock noting the late hour. He doesn’t make a move and stays silent. Giving me the answer I needed.

“As I stated you can take the couch as thank you but you have to leave before my WIFE comes home.” Azriel states, emphasizing the wife part as if I’m the drunken one.

“Okay I give up, I’m sleeping on the couch. Goodnight my love.” I say stealing a quick kiss from him that leaves him stuttering and blushing.

“Y-you just kissed me! That’s so rude, that’s-“ I close the door cutting off his rant. I go down the hall for our closet where we keep the extra blankets and pillows. I settle in our large and comfy couch that Azriel insisted on getting when we moved in. I’m now thankful he insisted. I start laughing recalling the night. Tonight was stressful but has shown me how loved I am. I have a male who’s loyal and kind. Even when he thought I was a stranger he wanted to walk me home so I wasn’t alone. I’m thankful to call him mine. I’m thankful to be his. I drift off to sleep with a soft smile, excited to tease him to no end in the morning for this stunt he pulled tonight.

——

Sunlight enters my home, the warmth of it caressing my cheek. I nuzzle closer to the warmth when I realize it’s Azriel’s hand. He’s sitting on the floor, his hair is a mess and he’s laying his head down close to mine. His eyes look groggy and I can tell he didn’t have a good sleep.

“Where were you last night? I couldn’t sleep without you.” He whispers gently, as if the sound of his own voice made his head ache.

I start laughing loudly, Azriel flinching back and rubbing his head. I start laughing so hard I start crying. My mate looks at me unamused.

“I’m sorry my love. But you literally kicked me out of our bed and made me sleep here. You insisted.” I tell him, laughter seeping through my words.

His mouth drops down in shock. He’s still rubbing his head and I feel bad so I start massaging his scalp the way I know he likes. I gets himself up off the floor and into my awaiting arms. Azriel secretly loves being the small spoon so I baby him and rub down his back and up into his scalp. The mating bond compelling me to make sure he’s okay and loved.

I start recalling the night for him. Apparently after that eighth shot he completely blacked out. He doesn’t remember a single thing from last night past that point. He grumbles and hides his face in my neck. His words coming out muffled.

“I’m so sorry. I hate not being in control like that. I’m sorry for treating you like that.” He says while pressing kisses on my neck and he squeezes me even tighter.

“It’s okay, you’ve taken care of me plenty of times when I’m drunk. I’m glad you were having fun and it was really sweet of you to defend my honor and our bond even if it was me. I love you so much for it.” I tell him making sure his eyes were on me. I cradled his face, caressing the scars and stubble that reside there. He leans down to give me soft kiss once, twice, three times before he nuzzles his nose against mine.

Azriel may be hard to read, stoic, and cold to everyone else but here, in the privacy and intimacy of our home he’s lovable and soft. A privilege to be able to see this of side. The decades of trust and memories helping him become a more loving person.

“How are you feeling though?” I ask him, he groans and lays his head down.

“I feel like absolute death. Actually death would be more merciful than what I’m feeling now.” My mate, the dramatic. I go to move to make him some tea and a light meal for his tummy but he just holds me tighter.

“Just stay for a little longer, I finally feel better now that I’m with you.”

Who am I to resist and say no? So I settle in and relishbeing with my mate and husband. Enjoying a quiet morning after such a loud night.

[kentosbabes]

D for an A.

Professor Nanami who walked into class on the first day not expecting to see you, you had met previously at a party hosted by one of his college friends. But there you are, sitting in his lecture hall with a pen in your pretty mouth. Nanami remembered you vividly, your aura and beauty brought men from all ends of the house to right in front of you. He can remember the drunk kids you shared on a dare. Nanami can see you conversing with another classmate of yours, your head flogging back with a laugh on your lips.

Professor Nanami hated how you made him feel like a blushing schoolgirl. He feels an unbridled desire for you, it shakes him to his very core. He knows he shouldn’t like you like that. It’s wrong, its perverse, you’re so innocent and naive to the ways of an older man. He refuses to acknowledge his feelings for you, which is becoming an increasingly difficult way to suppress his emotions. Nanami fucks his fist with your name on his tongue and your face flicking through his mind in a post-orgasmic state. It makes it much harder to see you the next day for class.

He was nervous, Professor Nanami asked you to stay back after a mock exam. He noticed you haven’t been yourself for a couple days, your usually high exam results have taken a hit. You’re one of his more intelligent students, so seeing you do so bad? It infuriated him. He knows you can do better so that was probably why he asked you to stay back. “I’m disappointed in you and your attitude to my class, do you feel like you don’t have to try so hard because you get good results anyways in the real thing?” Your eyes start to well up and Nanami realises you might actually cry in front of him, “I just want to know why, that’s all, so I can best support you.”

Professor Nanami was shocked when you told him the that the reason why you weren’t doing so well was because of you break up with your boyfriend. You broke it off mutually due to compatibility reasons but it didn’t hurt any less. Nanami was only wishing that he could make you feel better, perhaps go down on you or fuck you till you forget his name and who he was.

It was awkward for Professor Nanami and you after your random breakdown in his office, he was strangely an excellent listener. The kiss you shared at the party was initiated by the crowd chanting and the haziness from the hella drinking you did for your friend's birthday. You assumed he'd want to bring it up but all he gave you were lustful stares when he thought you weren't watching, but you would have to be blind to not notice his darkening gaze when you spoke or looked at him.

You confer with your friend about Professor Nanami and she aptly suggests you need a rebound and he seems single and ready to fuck. Thus began operation D for an A. Nanami noticed a lack of effort on your part in his class work, he asked around and it seemed like this was an issue in his class and his class alone. What was different about him? He told you to stay back to discuss your recent performance in class.

Professor Nanami looked good enough to eat, your plan was simple, to fuck him and rebound from your ex. Hopefully, he's down as well. He asked you to stay back and you hope he's finally gotten the hints you have been giving him all week, including the dropped items you bent down to get and sucking all manners of items like pens and lollipops. He locked the door, "Darlin' we need to talk about your grades." You look up at him and decide to be a brat, "well, have I been a bad girl? Maybe you need to punish me?"

Professor Nanami was not expecting this at all. His eyebrows raised to his hairline, you wanted him? Why? You were under a decade his junior. He stepped forward and put your chin in between his index finger and thumb. "Oh really?" He teased, he would think about the practicalities of this relationship later, right now you're too irresistible for him to resist. You lean in to kiss him and it is nothing you have ever felt before, the sheer practice and experience made you feel out of your depth.

His cock twitched at the thought of you cucking on his dick like you teased him with that god-forsaken lollipop. Lord knows how you pictured yourself on your knees sucking Professor Nanami's cock in his office. The thrill of getting caught somehow made you even wetter if that was possible. You don't know what prompted you to be so promiscuous, but this worked for him. You closed the gap between you and started to unbuckle his trousers, looking up through your eyelashes for permission.

Professor Nanami nodded and you pulled his black boxers down alongside his trousers. His cock was hardening under your touch, it was like nothing you have ever seen before, definitely, the largest you have ever sucked. You wonder if it's even going to fit in your mouth. His grunts and groans sound melodic to you as you kitten-lick him to get used to his size. You breathe through your nose, a tip learnt from your friends but never got to use due to your ex's uselessness in bed. Taking a breath and sucking, deep-throating him. Your cheeks hollowing and tears streaking your face almost made him cum right there and then.

Professor Nanami could've taken you right there on his desk, but he wanted to take his time with you and fuck you senselessly so you forget that ex-boyfriend of yours. He could feel himself drawing to a close, right on the edge, "Doll, I'm going to cum," he pauses, "good girls swallow, can you do that for me? hm?" He throws his head back with a whine caught in his throat, you swallowed. You actually swallowed his seed because he asked, the image of white cum leaking out of your mouth and streaked makeup could've made him fuck you right there.

You ask Professor Nanami for a second round at his place. "Obviously, I still need to fuck you so well you forget his name."

Masterlist

[stop-talking]

How do you think jhutch characters would handle a baby?

I'm not quite sure if you're asking "what would they do if you handed them a baby" or "what would they do if you told them you're pregnant" but I'm gonna assume you meant the latter. (feel free to send another request if I got it wrong)

Ranking Jhutch characters from worst to best fathers:

Billy

☆ Would play dumb when you hand him the pregnancy test.

☆ "What's this? Oh, you're pregnant? Can't be mine. My pull-out game is too strong." (literally has NO pull-out game, refuses to use condoms because he "can't feel" with them on)

☆ Basically ghosts you until the paternity test proves it's his. Then he actually ghosts you.

☆ Drops off the face of the fucking Earth for years. Doesn't pay a dime in child support.

☆ Maybe he comes back like 3 years later drunk and demanding to see "his" kid idk. Literally the worst.

Derek

☆ Honestly I headcannon he had a vasectomy at like 24-25.

☆ His mom hit him up once she heard about his prostitute scandals and chewed him out. Gave him "the talk" even though he's a grown ass man... finally got him to get snipped when she brought up the possibility of paying income-based child support for 18 years.

☆ Assuming he doesn't have one, though...

☆ He'd initially be mad and blame you. "I thought you were on the pill!!"

☆ Then he'd be like "Is it too late to... you know... get rid of it?" (and kind of dance around the subject because he's too much of a wimp to just say the word abortion)

☆ Wallace and his mom would both force him to get his shit together and apologize. Eventually he'd come to terms with the fact he's gonna be a dad.

☆ He'd be the kind of bastard to throw an over-the-top gender reveal party. The kind that burns down half of California or pollutes a major water channel.

☆ I think he'd be a really good girl dad. He'd let her paint his nails and stuff. Spoil her. <3

☆ He would treat a son completely differently. Teach him to "be a man" or whatever when he's still learning to walk. Force him into random ass sports.

☆ He'd have them mostly taken care of by a nanny. That's probably how he was raised, anyways. Derek Danforth is NOT changing a diaper.

Futturman

☆ Whether we're talking pre-show or post-show, he'd freak the fuck out if you handed him a positive pregnancy test. I'm talking full-on pass out.

☆ Pre-show Josh would be like "Babe we can NOT afford a baby I literally live at home with my parents and work as a janitor."

☆ His parents would be so crazy supportive though. They've been hinting that they want grandkids for YEARS.

☆ They literally clear out a room IMMIDEATELY after hearing the news and offer it to you to use as a nursery.

☆ His mom buys you more baby clothes than you could possibly need. His dad builds a crib from scratch.

☆ Overall Josh is stressed asf but he does his best to be there for you, and his parents are OVERWHELMIGLY supportive.

☆ Post-show Josh, on the other hand, doesn't have that support. But he's survived unspeakable horrors across multiple dimensions, how hard could a baby be?

☆ Extremely hard, apparently. One day he just loses it and makes a huge decision without asking you.

☆ "Josh WTF happened to our savings??"

☆ "TRUST ME BABE we need to invest in Apple!!"

☆ You're pissed but it pays off in a few years and you're both able to live comfortably.

☆ Then in 2015-ish he did the same thing again, pouring all your savings into bitcoin. This time you SWEAR you're going to leave him, but it all pays out in the end. He gets your kid through college with that money.

☆ Overall he's a really good father, too. He had great parents, and even if he's not experienced with kids, he's naturally a very caring and attentive person.

Mike

☆ Cries when he sees the pregnancy test. He's not even sure if it's happy or sad tears.

☆ Gets sick to his stomach overthinking about how he's going to be a terrible father. His dad walked out on him, so he has literally no idea how to act.

☆ Abby, on the other hand, is absolutely delighted. She's always wanted a "little sister". Mike has to remind her that technically it's her niece. Or nephew. There's no guarantee on the gender yet.

☆ Eventually he comes to terms with it all. He's taken care of Abby for ten years, he isn't completely clueless.

☆ Takes you to all of your Dr.'s appointments, checkups, etc. Holds your hand. Makes all of your weird pregnancy cravings and doesn't judge.

☆ After the birth, he lets you rest. Nearly works himself to death trying to take care of the baby all on his own because he wants you to recover.

☆ I'm talking getting up bleary-eyed at 2am every night to microwave some formula and feed the baby. After working a 10 hour shift.

☆ Pulls the "I have a baby on the way" card at work in an attempt to get a raise. It works, thankfully. (In the novel version of the movie; it says he gets a job as a contractor at the end. So hopefully he can afford a kid...)

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[Remember: these are just MY headcannons. If you think differently that's fine. I didn't include Clapton because he's literally in highschool... and we all know Peeta is an amazing father.]

[strawburry01]

Enjoy the Silence

Summary: (college) Aaron and Y/N at a halloween party where someone gets a little drunk. Still a little conflicted angsty. Don't need to have read the other stuff leading up to this but it helps!

Word Count: 3k

AN: Guys, why do things keep happening to me? I sprained my ankle so bad running after this exchange student I met like, two nights ago, and he just laughed! SMH. Forgive me for how terribly this may read near the end- I'm just trying to get something out. I'll edit it later (maybe) (probably not) (oopsies!)

It had been about half a year of you and Aaron studying tirelessly in the library, but it wasn’t for nothing. Both of you were getting the highest scores on the exams in class and had, by the grace of god, made it onto the Dean’s list last year. It left both of you more determined than ever, but also more inseparable than ever. At this point you were both either at the library, class, or at each other’s place, much to the dismay of your roommates who would like some peace and quiet some nights. Luckily for them, this was one of the nights you were both out of the house, as it was Halloween. Well, the Friday before Halloween. Nobody really wanted to party on a Monday night.

Aaron and you had fought about matching costumes for a while because you refused to dress as Sandra from Grease because you thought she was such a pushover and gave up all her morals for Danny, even thought it would’ve made for a really good costume. He eventually gave up and just admitted he wanted to wear his leather jacket and didn’t care what you dressed as.

Well that is until you met him at his house in a matching leather jacket. He shut the door on your face before you could open your mouth.

“We are NOT showing up to a costume party MATCHING,” he shouted from the other side of the door.

“Aaron you said you wanted to match though!” you shouted back, trying to hide back your laughs.

“You know what I meant Y/N and it wasn’t this!”. 

“Oh come on you kill joy everyone is going to be so jealous of how cute we look!” you laughed as you shoved your fists in your pockets, thinking you looked damn good. You heard him shuffle around on the other side of the door before finally opening it with a dramatic sigh and eye roll.

“You kill me,” he sighed as he started down the porch, letting you catch up to him. You smiled as you stepped into pace besides him. You were heading to one of his friend’s party’s for the night. Aaron insisted it would be fun, but he’d brought it up enough you were getting a little suspicious. Aaron started talking about his roommates' failed cooking attempts as you lit a cigarette between your lips. 

“You’re smoking?” he asked, stopping his story and turning to you as you puffed out a cloud of smoke. You turned away trying to hide it from him.

“So what? You worried about me?” you hummed, trying to diffuse his anger as you ashed the cigarette end. He rolled his eyes and focused back onto the sidewalk.

“That’s bad for you y’know?” he stated matter-of-factly.

“I do know Aaron,” you responded in the same tone as you tapped his shoulder with your free hand. He always hated when you started smoking. It was a cycle you’d gotten yourself into at the beginning of this year starting every few weeks and then quitting whenever Aaron would start stealing and hiding your packs. You smushed your cigarette into the ground once you were finished right outside the house. Aaron had put on some sunglasses to add to his costume which you giggled at. 

“Stop it, you know I look good,” he said as he threw his arm around your shoulders lazily leaning onto you as you both stood in front of the door. You laughed more and patted his chest as you snaked an arm behind his waist to steady him. His friend whips open the door and the noise of the party booms onto the porch. 

“Aaron! Y/N!” he shouted, the scent of alcohol already emanating off of him, “you made it!”. Aaron hugged his friend and started talking as you nodded your hello and slipped into the thumping house, letting the two catch up. It was already packed somehow even though it had just begun, that’s what they’d get for inviting a bunch of nerds. There were several black cats of varying authenticity, a few Gene Simmon’s look-alikes, a smattering of half-assed Jedi, and a fair amount of suspect Spidermen and other superheros. You smiled peacefully to yourself, despite the chaos around you, taking in the moment and what all led to you even getting invited to such an event. You slipped a hand into the cooler to grab a beer and cracked it open to start sipping on it as you watched the crowd. You’d always been a bit of a wallflower, while Aaron was the chatty one. Sure enough, he was still chatting with his friend, just as energetic as he was before. Your old lab partner Jen spotted you at the party and danced her way through the crowed until she was by you.

“Ohmygod Y/N, so great to see you!” she shouted over the speaker. You stifle a smile seeing how out of it she was.

“Jen, how are you?” you asked, trying to be sincere, swishing your drink. She nodded enthusiastically.

“I’m so great Y/N. Who do you know here?!” she said back. 

“Uhm, I’m here with Aaron,” you admitted bashfully. Sure enough Jen responded with raised eyebrows and a shoulder nudge.

“You guys are still talking? That’s going gooood?” she said, leaning closer and waggling her eyebrows. You playfully scoffed and pushed her away.

“You know it’s not like that Jen, we’re just…friends,” you said, glancing behind  her at Aaron still gesticulating a story to his friend. She moved her head to block your view.

“Sure and is that why you guys are wearing matching costumes?” she accused. You rolled your eyes and sipped the beer.

“It wasn’t on purpose,” you said under your breath. 

“You’re blushing!” Jen giggled obnoxiously as she shook you by the shoulders, to which you swatted her away and tried to shush her even though he was across the room. She aww-ed at your shyness and eventually calmed down. “Okay okay, but still-” she said, “you two are cute together,”.

“Thanks,” you mutter under your breath, looking around the room for Aaron again only to see he had finally moved away from his friend. Where did he go? 

“Hello Jen,” he suddenly chirped, appearing besides you, double fisting two red Solo cups. “Ah cheers,” he said quickly clinking his cups to your beer. 

“Hello Aaron!” she smiles back with a toothy grin, “Ugh you two look so good,” she said looking at both of you. Aaron smiled and looked down at his own outfit before looking at you and nodding, confirming her compliment.

“Thank you Jen, you look good too,” he said back, eyes glancing over her and her fairy costume. 

“You’re too sweet Aaron,” she said, “Okay okay okay I’ll leave you two alone, say bye before you leave!!!” she said in an airy tone grabbing both of your forearms before wandering back into the crowd. Aaron silently took a sip of one of his drinks and smacked his lips before looking back down at you.

“She’s- something!” he remarked. You nodded and matched him with your own sip. 

“She’s nice, just a bit of a party animal,” you agreed, “like someone else I know” you chuckled, elbowing Aaron.

“Pfft as if, I just like talking to people. Unlike soooome,” he retorted, elbowing you back.

“Let me catch up to you then I’ll get social” you jokingly grumbled, taking another sip. He snorted.

The party continued and Aaron and you split again. Sure enough, you do warm up to chat with your classmates and friends as you keep another beer in hand. You feel a buzz starting as you laugh loudly at someone’s joke as you attempt to land a ping pong ball into a solo cup across the table. You miss and loudly shout ‘SHIT!’, only to quickly feel a body pressed against your back, a hand holding onto your hip.

“Let me try for a redemption shot,” Aaron laughed, reverberating in your ear as someone hands him a ping pong ball. He completely misses and you both burst out laughing, and you take the opportunity to lean back on his chest, only to have his grip tighten on your hip. “I didn’t say I was going to be good,” he defended himself as you watched the opposing team try to make their shots. You reach behind yourself and pat his cheek.

“Sure you are,” you tease back, feeling his warm cheek under your hand before you go to grab another fumbled ball. It’s crazy how bad hand eye coordination gets when you’re drunk. You weren’t complaining though. Having Aaron this close was…nice, but you would never really admit it. The game continues and you two end up losing, but just barely. Aaron happily finishes the drinks as you insist you can’t handle any more, mostly because you’ve seen how long it’d been sitting out. Aaron’s fraternity brother tendencies came out whenever he was trying to impress people with these games. 

You expect him to step away once the game is done, but instead he stays right where he is, moving his arms up they’re wrapped around your shoulders, keeping you close. He sets his head on your shoulder blade and sighs.

“You alright?” you ask, tilting your head to look at him. You felt him nod onto your shoulder.

“I’m doing just swell Y/N,” he says, knowing he doesn’t need to shout, which makes a chill run up your spine. He tightens his grip for a second before changing his mind, “can we go to the couch actually,” he mumbles to you. You obliged and started to weave your way through the partygoers back to the living room where you know there’s a few couches. Aaron doesn’t let go, despite stumbling a few times into your back. You throw some coats left on a couch onto the arms of it and sit down, Aaron finally releasing his hold. He flops down, laying his head on your lap, leaving his legs dangling off the end of the couch. He grumbles and groans as he throws his sunglasses off into the void of people dancing. “Y/N…I’m getting the spins,” he groans as he rubs the heels of his hands into his eyes. Oh shit, Aaron’s actually drunk.

You can’t help but gently place a hand on his hair and run your fingers through it.

“Poor Aaron drank too much?” you asked in a sing songy voice.

“Don’t baby talk me,” he whined as he lowered his hands and kept his eyes firmly shut, “can’t you just make me feel better,”.

“What would make you feel better?” you ask, raising your eyebrows to yourself. His eyes flashed open and he opened his mouth to say something, but instead of words he shoots up and promptly throws up over the side of the couch onto the ground. Yeah, good thing you didn’t drink that shit. 

You make him lay down on the couch as you tie up your hair and start trying to clean up the mess. Aaron’s friend finds you trying and grabs your attention.

“Y/N, yeah? Don’t worry about it-” he said, not seeming stressed, “I got this if you just uh, promise to get him home,” he said, tilting his chin in the direction of the still groaning Aaron. You nodded dutifully, you would much rather take this deal. After a few minutes of convincing you’re able to coax Aaron to his feet, leading him out before he can throw up on the floor again.

He does throw up again in the lawn and you try to pat his back to make him feel better, although you’ve never really seen him get sick from drinking so you’re not sure if you’re helping or harming. The two of you are able to make it back to his house, in only twice the normal time due to his drunken ramblings requiring perfect stillness in the middle of the street. 

“Y/N, you know I love you right?” he says bluntly the moment you pull the key to his house out of his jacket pocket. You froze. You know he doesn’t mean it like that, unless he does. You can’t really trust him with how half-shut his eyes are right now.

“I uh, love you too Aaron,” you say, forcing a bit of a smile into the corner of your mouth as you open the door to the dark house. Dammit, he’s not shuffling back into his room without a tumble or waking up the whole house. “We’re getting you to bed okay?” you say to him, as you hold an arm around his waist to steady him.

“Can you spend the night? I love you,” he said through his mumbles as the two of you stepped into the house. He leans his head down so he’s just speaking into your hair. 

“Aaron I don’t know I-” you try to interject.

“But I love youuuu and you never spend the night,” he whines like a teenager as you kicked open the bottom of his door to try and avoid a clatter. You sigh as you navigate him to his bed and let him fall onto it.

“Take off your shoes ya drunk,” you say as you cross your arms and flick on the lights. He hisses at the bright lights, but does kick off his boots before trying to get under the blankets. He eventually opens his eyes again and looks at you.

“Please spend the night Y/N,” he says softly, opening the blankets, “I just want you here,”. You’d spent the night before with him, but usually just on the couch after falling asleep on his shoulder during a movie. Did he actually mean this? Or was he just that drunk? “Please?”.

You can’t say no to this guy’s face. You sighed  and kicked off your own shoes and hit the lights before crawling into the area under the blanket. You can hear Aaron trying to form a sentence but he just mumbles words as he pulls you closer by the small of your back. You give in and rest your head on his chest, hearing just how fast his heart is beating, glad it isn’t just your own. 

“Y/N?” he finally gets out, breaking the silence of just the two of your breaths. 

“Yes Aaron?”

“Don’t leave me,”.

“I won’t,”.

You feel him slowly rubbing your back before eventually falling into a loud snore. He’s lucky he was handsome, otherwise you’d be smothering him with a pillow. Eventually you’re able to fall asleep into the darkness, trying to not overthink things.

You wake up to sunlight hitting you directly in the eyes through the window across the room. You groaned and turned to try and hide your face, remembering at the same time you were in a bed that was not your own. You groaned as you realize Aaron isn’t in bed anymore with you. Shit. You sit up in the bed, rubbing your head groggily. As if on command, Aaron swings the door open with two cups of coffee. His face brightens as he sees you’re awake.

“Good morning Y/N,” he says, his morning voice making your stomach do a flip. Well, either that or the residual alcohol. 

“How are you feeling?” you ask him, as you gratefully take the cup. 

“Not the best, I can’t lie,” he admits as he sits at the foot of the bed. You wished he’d just come back under the covers though, “I don’t really remember coming back home,” he says as he takes a sip of the coffee.

“Do you remember any of last night?” you asked. He shrugs, still facing the door.

“I remember doing really bad at beer pong with you,” he offered, rubbing the back of his head, “was I embarrassing? Oh Christ what did I say-”.

“Nothing! You just threw up on the floor, and then I uh- took you home,” you nodded, agreeing to yourself on this story.

“Mmm,” he hummed, before silence took over the room again. He didn’t ask what you were doing in his bed. He didn’t admit that he did remember some of the drunken haze. It wasn’t lying that he didn’t remember the walk home- he really didn’t- but he did remember you unlocking the door. And he vaguely remembered admitting he loved you.

For now though, the silence was welcome. The two of you sipped your coffee. 

“We didn’t fuck right?” he asked, only to be met with a pillow to the cheek.

[therealdisneyfan2319]

Remember | Wanda Maximoff

Summary: After an accident leaves you without your memories, your wife makes it her mission to make you remember her

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Angst, car accident, mentions of injuries

Word Count: 2.4K

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A/N: This was a request from @Joewatt111 on Wattpad.  Enjoy!

It had been six weeks since the accident.  You were out of the hospital by now, back at home with Wanda taking care of you.  Physically, you were okay.  A couple of bruised ribs and a black eye were the worst of your external injuries.  But mentally, you were in rough shape.  You’d developed post-traumatic amnesia from the concussion you sustained as your head smacked the steering wheel of the car.  You woke up in the hospital three days later, able to tell the nurse what year it was but unable to recognize your wife of three years.  

Wanda was devastated.  She’d spent three whole days and nights by your side in the ICU.  She held your hand, told you how all of your friends had come to visit and how she had to stop Pietro from drawing a sharpie mustache on you as you lay unconscious, read you chapters out of the book you’d been reading, and told you how much she loved you.  She was thrilled when your eyes fluttered open for the first time.  But that all changed when you panicked at the sight of her, screaming for the nurse to get that strange woman away from your bedside.  The nurses sedated you while the neurologist brought Wanda into the hall.  He’d told her that these things happen and that it’d probably take a while, but there was a good chance you’d regain most of your memories.

“And if he doesn’t?” she asked.  He didn’t respond.

You were discharged 48 hours later.  A kind social worker had stopped by to make sure you understood that you’d be going home with your wife, Wanda, that she wasn’t going to hurt you, and that your memories would probably come back slowly over a period of time.  She also made sure that Wanda understood that this was going to be difficult for the two of you.  You might not come back the same person.  

“I stood up in front of our family and friends in that synagogue and promised for better or worse that I would be there for him.  I will not break that promise,” she asserted as she twisted the wedding band on her finger.

But the social worker was right.  Getting you home was the easy part.  In the following days you weren’t yourself.  You were angry, snapping at her left and right, saying things you wouldn’t have normally said in your right mind.  It hurt her to hear you say such cruel things, but she refused to give up.  Soon enough she decided to take matters into her own hands.  You fell in love with her once.  She was going to make you fall in love with her all over again.

She started small, doing simple things she knew you liked.  She made your favorite foods, played your favorite radio station in the car, made the bed with your favorite sheets, hoping that something would trigger a memory.  

You were sitting in the car one day, driving back from a doctor’s appointment, when you suddenly remembered…something.  You sat up a little straighter and looked around, almost like a haze had cleared from your view.  

“I remember this song,” you said, straining to remember what exactly you remembered about it.  “This…this was…this is your song, right?”  You squeezed your eyes shut as fuzzy images passed through your mind.  “You sang it at a bar?  And there was someone else singing - Clint, right?”

You remembered the double date you two went on with Clint and Laura right after you announced your engagement.

“Yeah,” she nodded.  “We went to a karaoke bar.  Clint and I got very drunk and I dragged him up to sing with me.  You couldn’t stop laughing because we were so bad.  And you stayed up with me while I threw up all night and you sang that song to me.”  She sniffled and shook her head hoping that it would get rid of the tears forming in her eyes.  She reached up to wipe them away.  “Sorry,” she murmured.

You sat in silence for a while before you spoke again.  “I’m trying, Wanda.  I really am.  I want to remember everything but…” you trailed off, unable to look at her.

“I know,” she replied.  She kept a neutral face but inside her heart was breaking.

You sat in silence the rest of the drive home.  Every time you turned to say something to her she looked away.  The guilt was eating away at you.  It wasn’t your fault you couldn’t remember, but you felt awful for the way it had hurt her.  You were frustrated with yourself and you often took it out on her.  She didn’t deserve that, and you figured that’s not how you used to be.  Sighing, you looked out the front window as you slowly moved your hand from your lap to her hand that was resting on the shift stick.  You felt her hand jump slightly as you grasped it for the first time in weeks.  Neither of you looked at each other or said anything as you drove hand-in-hand the rest of the way home.

You didn’t speak Wanda for the rest of the day, opting to stay in the guest room you’d been sleeping in since your discharge.  You simply didn’t know what to say to her anymore.  You stayed quiet as she knocked on the door later that evening. “Dinner’s ready,” she said.  When you didn’t respond, you heard her turn and head back down the stairs.  What you didn’t hear was her sobbing as she sat at the bottom of the stairs.  For the first time since you’d come home she wished you hadn’t.  Maybe it would’ve been easier if you simply died.  That way she would know for certain that you wouldn’t be coming back.

It was nearing midnight when your grumbling stomach finally got the better of you.  You tiptoed out of your room and down the stairs, not wanting to wake Wanda.  The house was dark as you felt your way through the halls to the kitchen.  As you made yourself a sandwich in the dark, you looked up to notice a dim light coming from the living room.  You decided to investigate the mysterious light and grabbed your sandwich as you creeped down the hall.  

Turning into the living room, you noticed that the TV was on.  The DVD player screensaver was bouncing from corner to corner.  The remote was sitting on the arm of the sofa.  As you reached down to grab it, you realized that Wanda was fast asleep on the couch.  She was curled up in the corner, a blanket covering her legs, as she hugged a leather-bound book in her arms.  For the first time in weeks she looked peaceful.  You knew that you shouldn’t go snooping, but your curiosity got the better of you.  Taking great care not to wake her, you gently removed the book from her grasp.  You sat on the opposite side of the couch.  She stretched her legs as you sat down which caused you to freeze momentarily.  In the dim light of the TV screen you opened the book: it was a scrapbook.

You leaned back on the sofa as you started to flip through the pages.  Each page was covered in pictures of you and Wanda, a small caption placed underneath each photograph.  They were forgotten memories of a person who no longer existed.  But they intrigued you.  You wanted to look at them.  It was like looking at them would cause all of your forgotten memories to return.  You didn’t think it would work but at that point you were willing to try anything to regain some semblance of your old life back.  So you sat there and studied each and every picture.

You didn’t remember most of the events.  Wanda and you all dressed up at the opening of the art exhibit she was curating.  You holding a sack lunch and giving a thumbs up on your first day of grad school.  Wanda digging her new garden.  The two of you at the beach, at a concert with her friends from work, on top of a mountain, sitting in inner tubes at the river, proudly showing off your medals after completing the New York Marathon…You felt sad as you looked at these moments that no longer meant anything.  But as you flipped through the pages, you paused as you came across a seemingly boring picture.  It was Wanda.  She was wearing a grey beanie and a dark blue raincoat as she sat on a grassy hill looking out over a large body of water.

Scotland.  You didn’t have to look at the caption to know what that was.

“Y/N?” You jumped as you heard Wanda’s sleepy voice interrupt your thoughts.  Her eyes fluttered open as she realized you were sitting on the couch.  “What are you doing?” she asked, rubbing her eyes.

“What is this?” you asked her as you raised the book up to show her.

“It’s a scrapbook I made.  For you.  I was hoping that it might help you remember something,” she answered.  She pushed herself up so that she was sitting.  “I don’t know, maybe it helps me to think that it might help you, maybe it’s just wishful thinking.”

“Scotland,” you said.

“What?”

“You always wanted to go to Scotland.  So I surprised you for your birthday by booking us a trip for two weeks.” You pointed at the picture of her in the book.  “I took this when you weren’t looking.  You told me you were going to sit there until you saw the Loch Ness Monster, but it started to rain and you didn’t want to get wet.”

“You remember?” Wanda gasped.

You nodded.  “I remember that.  I tried to remember everything else but I can’t.  I’m sorry.”  You looked down at the book, too ashamed to look her in the eye.

“Hey, look at me, Y/N” she coaxed, bringing her hands to your face.  She turned your head to look at her.  You didn’t have much of a choice.  “You remembered.”  She leaned in slightly, but hesitated.  You hadn’t kissed her in weeks and she didn’t want to push you.  “Sorry,” she apologized sheepishly as she pulled away.  

You knew what she had wanted to do.  Truth be told you wished that she had done it.  You wanted to kiss her but you didn’t know how to tell her.  You hadn’t known if she even wanted to be intimate with you, especially after the way you’d treated her.  “Wanda,” you said.  She turned to look at you.  You could see the tears forming in the corners of her eyes.  You placed the opened book on the coffee table and crawled over to her side of the sofa.  She was pressed against the armrest as you brought your face directly in front of hers.  You could hear her breathing, how shaky it sounded in the silence of the night.  “Can I kiss you?” you whispered.  

“Yes,” she breathed.

You pushed yourself to your knees on the couch as she stared at you, her eyes reflecting the glow of the screen.  Placing your hands on her face, you tentatively leaned in and shut your eyes as you pressed your lips against hers.  Her hands reached up to grab your wrists as she melted into your touch.  The kiss was soft and gentle.  You moved your lips against hers as she did the same.  A soft moan escaped her lips as you lightly nibbled her bottom lip.  You broke the kiss, pulling back to see her smiling up at you.’’

“I missed that,” you admitted, smiling down at her as you brushed a strand of her hair behind her hair.

“Me too.”  She was still holding on to your wrists.  “I’m not giving up on you, shefela.” “You used to call me that when we first started dating.”  Wanda nodded.  “I’m trying,” you whispered.  “I’m trying to fall in love with you again.  Because I want to.  I want more books full of pictures of new memories, memories that I remember.  And I’m sorry that I’ve hurt you.  I don’t think I would’ve said those things before.”

“I forgive you,” Wanda said as she reached her hands up to grasp your head.  “And I’m not going anywhere.  I fell in love with you once, I’ll do it all over again.  Not everyone gets this chance, Y/N,” she sniffled.  You sat there for a moment as she held you.

“What were you watching?” you asked, motioning your head to the TV.

Wanda smiled.  “Do you wanna watch?”

“Sure.”

She grabbed the remote from the arm of the sofa and hit play.  The screen flickered to life as your face appeared on the screen.  You were standing on the side of a river, skipping rocks and looking over at the camera after each throw and yelling to Wanda behind the camera.

“It’s the video we made of our honeymoon,” she explained.

“Maine.  We went to Bar Harbor.”  The words slipped out of your mouth as visions of the salty coast crashed through your mind.

“Mmhmm.  One week.  We made this video and said we would watch it for our fiftieth anniversary, but I hoped that it’d help you remember.”  

You were watching yourself set up your camera to take a picture of the two of you, but you couldn’t stop giggling long enough to get a good one.  You smiled as you watched yourself grab Wanda from behind and lift her in the air while she screamed at you to put her down.  As you continued watching, you started to lower yourself down to rest your head in Wanda’s lap.  She kicked the blanket off her legs and pulled it up over the two of you.  The movie played on and you sat there cuddling for the first time in forever as she ran her fingers through your hair.  You didn’t remember much more as you watched that evening, but something told the two of you that things were going to turn out alright in the end.   

[dark-elf-writes]

Nana’s Tsu-kun is in high school when he first makes a friend in his grade

Sure he has Hibari and Mukuro, but they’re both years older than her little boy. And there’s Uni, but she’s in Italy most of the time

So she’s excited when she gets an invitation to go with her son to little Takeshi’s house

And when she gets there she sees Tsuyoshi and for half a second she wishes she had never met Iemitsu

(It’s not true, of course, because for all of that man’s faults, she’d never have had her Tsu-kun without him)

She sees the way he keeps keen, sharp, protective eyes over the two boys trudging through their school work together and wants

Because that is what a father should be, not gone and away and almost downright cruel

She indulges for a moment, fantasizes about a world where she could divorce Iemitsu. Where she could have a good father for her child and have another son

It’s still just a fantasy, because even with Reborn backing her, divorce has always been too much of a risk. She could lose her Tsu-kun

(A few months later, that ‘fantasy’ has her seriously pondering if she should take up Reborn’s offer to make Iemitsu quietly disappear. It had always seemed a bit too cruel for all the wrongs he had done, but now? She questions what she really wants)

He had made the offers every year like clockwork from the very first time he found Nana nearly incandescent with rage when Iemitsu had “forgotten” to send money for the house and groceries just in time for Tsuna’s second birthday that he also wouldn’t be attending.

“I could take care of him.”

Nana pressed her lips together before she could reflexively agree. For his faults he didn’t deserve that… yet.

Reborn tipped his hat down, hiding his eyes even as he said: “I could take care of you.”

Such similar words with completely different meanings. Still.

“I can’t, Reborn. He will do everything in his power to take Tsuna from me.”

And so it had gone for years, with Rebron offering his hand and Nana refusing him with a smile and her chin held high. Her Tsu-kun was more important than her comfort. She couldn’t risk Iemitsu getting custody of him. Couldn’t bear to have him taken from her.

But oh how she was tempted as years passed. How she was tempted when her stay-mum made a friend and took her with him to meet his father. How she was tempted when she saw Yamamoto Tsuyoshi watching over both of their sons with the same protective fire that burned in her chest whenever she saw her baby.

(How she was tempted with lingering but still polite touches and beautiful bentos crafted for her and her son and those burning eyes watching over her like she was something worth protecting. Worth going to war for.)

She is tempted but she never comes close to agreeing until Iemitsu is drunk and glaring at her Tsu-kun and the boy he brought home for the holidays with a building rage. Until he opens his mouth and cruelty spills forth aimed at her son. Until Tsuna had shown the briefest flash of hurt before his own anger sparked.

Perhaps it time to accept Reborn’s offer after all.

[bigdumbbambieyes]

you know how I love Chrissy & Billy as friends so here are some headcanons to accompany this (also includes Steve and Eddie for obvious reasons)

• Billy refuses to let anyone drive his Camaro. Even Steve, his boyfriend, has yet to get behind the wheel. But when he and Chrissy find themselves at a party together and he’s had too much to drink, she takes his keys and firmly puts him into the passenger seat. He bitches and moans about it while she pulls the drivers seat so far forward to reach the gas pedal, and at first she’s scared about how much power the car has, how fast it can go. But, a drunk Billy just cheers her on as she finally pushes her worries aside and rips down a quiet road. She smiles wide with a soft laugh because she gets it now, why Billy loves to drive so fast - she can feel the freedom as her hair blows in the wind, the rush of excitement as the car roars and purrs like it’s owner. He always lets her drive them home from a party after that.

• They go on long drives together, when neither of them can stay at home for another second. She carefully rolls them a joint (Eddie taught her how) and they sit at the quarry as they share it, talking quietly about whatever crosses their mind.

• Once, Billy brought Chrissy over to his house because she needed to get away from her mother. He made sure Neil wasn’t home before they went into his room and she looked around quietly, as Billy shifted through his vinyls and tapes to see what he could play for them, just letting her look. It’s the first time he’s had a friend in his room and his stomach twists a little with anxiety. What if she’s disgusted by his posters? What if she makes a joke about his little homemade vanity? What if she notices the lock on the outside of the door? As he puts a Led Zeppelin album on, she sits on the foot of his bed in her pink and white outfit and smiles easily at him. She says “it’s all so you” without any malice or humour, her tiny voice full of sincerity and awe, and Billy’s tense muscles finally relax. He feels stupid for thinking she would ever judge him.

• Chrissy carefully applies black eyeliner to both Eddie and Billy before the two go to a concert together. Steve and Chrissy opt to stay in that night and watch a movie together, watching in amusement as their boyfriends return with raspy voices and smudged makeup, raving about how great the show had been.

• When Chrissy is upset, Billy takes her hand and holds it, but says nothing because he’s still not great at comforting others. But it’s enough for Chrissy to know that he’s there to support her through whatever is tormenting her.

• When Billy is upset and shuts down, she’ll hug him. Just hold him, for as long as he needs. She quietly tells him that he’ll be okay, that she’s there for him and they’ll get through it together. He appreciates those hugs and comforting words more than she’ll ever know.

• Billy and Eddie are standing outside the school having a cigarette when Jason comes up to them, wanting to start something with Eddie. He’s obviously still hurt about seeing Chrissy move on, he’s angry and starts calling Eddie a freak and whatnot, but Eddie’s like whatever, man - because he’s used to it by now, who cares? But Billy, who is no longer full of anger and rage, is still reactive. And he knows Chrissy will be upset at him if he punches her ex-boyfriend, so he stares Jason down instead, until the other boy notices. Billy gives him the hard truth about why Chrissy dumped him, says it with that mean smile he used to wear as he flicks his cigarette and spits at the ground near Jason’s feet to drive home the point. Jason backs off, for now, and Eddie officially declares Billy his friend that day.

• Chrissy bakes him cake for his 18th birthday. It’s a round vanilla cake with light green frosting, and she carefully writes ‘Happy Birthday Billy’ in white icing on the top. He picks her up later that evening and she surprises him with it, beaming with pride as she shows him. Billy has tears in his eyes as Chrissy tells him to blow out the candle and make a wish, but he doesn’t wish, because right then and there he has everything he’s ever wanted.

• (tw ed) It’s a habit for them to share food now. It doesn’t matter if they go to a fast food chain or if it’s home cooked, Billy encourages Chrissy to eat until she feels full and then finishes off what she can’t, because he’s trying to regain the bulk he lost while staying in the hospital. Chrissy can take a bite of a sandwich and immediately offer it to Billy, who takes a large bite and she playfully complains with a soft laugh before continuing to eat it. Billy will do anything to make sure she keeps eating, that she feels worthy of nutrition and energy, and she appreciates the effort and support more than anything.

• When they first started hanging out, people questioned Billy like crazy. Are you two dating? Are you just friends? Does Jason hate your guts? Stuff like that. And at first, Billy always bristled. He hated people prying into his life, but he was proud of his new friend, on having an authentic connection with someone for the first time in a long time. So, to ward off any potential interest, he says that she’s his girl. It sounds romantic, sure, but he doesn’t mean it that way. Chrissy is his friend, his best friend, his sister, everything important. His girl. People can take that any way they want, and if they see Eddie and Chrissy holding hands in the near future, he’ll only enjoy the confusion and drama that comes from it.

[danisbrainrot]

katniss everdeen x reader not going to say this is an au where finnick lives because he survived the mutts? he and annie are raising their son in district 4? suzanne collins confirmed this herself?

it had been almost five years since the war, so, to celebrate, everyone had gathered at katniss' house. you were reflecting on life before and during the rebellion—what had started as traumatic memories, ended in laughter and silly stories as everyone proceeded to get drunker.

finnick was telling a story about how he and annie's first kiss was incredibly awkward—garnering laughter from johanna, peeta and haymitch. katniss however rolled her eyes, taking a large sip from her glass. "wait until you hear how our first kiss," she chuckles, grabbing a hold of your hand and winking at you.

you raise an eyebrow in confusion, "i'm interested to hear about this as well," you reply, katniss sits up straighter, mimicking your expression. "because how i remember it, you kissed me in the meadow while the mockingjays sang above us. it was very romantic," peeta glances between you and katniss, trying to work out when that happened.

katniss snorts, "that was our second kiss. our first was when you got drunk and cornered me in some alley and confessed your feelings," the room goes silent except for johanna's quiet laughter; you stare at katniss indignantly.

"that sounds exactly like something you'd do," johanna teases. you put your hand up, signalling for her to be quiet.

shaking your head in disbelief, you let go of katniss' hand. "that didn't happen," you scoff, before turning to face your friend, "and that isn't something i'd do, because i didn't do it," johanna rolls her eyes and mouths 'sure' before sipping from her glass again.

katniss shakes her head, "of course, you don't remember that, you were drunk," she states plainly—almost suspiciously too plain for katniss.

the conversation went back and forth for some time before peeta finally piped up. "katniss is right, it was behind the bakery. i saw it all," he confirms.

your eyes narrowed at the blonde, "you were holding that piece of information for quite some time," you reply suspiciously.

"he's not lying, he's the worst liar in the world," katniss jokes, receiving chuckles from haymitch and finnick—both men knowing just how good of a liar peeta was.

in the end, after some debate, you concede and agree with katniss' story, assuming that was the true events of your first kiss—even if you don't remember it.

once everyone had left later that night, you went to bed early while katniss cleaned up after the gathering. it's dark when she creeps through your room; she pulls your waist closer to her before snuggling into your side and burying her head into the crook of your neck.

you sigh contentedly, embracing the warmth she brought. "they're all gone now, you don't have to pretend that's how our first kiss happened anymore," you mutter.

"i swear that's how it happened," she mumbles against your neck, kissing down it softly. you're still not convinced, wondering how you both remembered two entirely different first kisses. you refused to believe you'd ever been that drunk.

"finnick put you up to it, didn't he? to try and get back at me for teaching his son to swear?" you ask, turning to face katniss and staring deeply into her beautiful blue eyes.

she shakes her head softly, chuckling lightly, "no, he didn't," she promises. you sigh, snuggling into katniss' chest. eventually her heartbeat and warm arms lull you into a deep sleep.

it isn't until the morning when johanna comes in laughing hysterically and hands katniss some money do you find out that everyone was in on it. it was a prank to see how stubborn you were—how long you'd be adamant that you were right. finnick had come up with it, to get back at you for teaching his son those words; katniss had lied to your face about it last night.

you'd put up a good fight, but not long enough for anyone but katniss to win. she knew you so well that she got the exact time you'd give up fighting her and let her win. you didn't know if it meant she was romantic or you were predictable—you'd like to think the first one.

you no longer felt bad about teaching finnick's son swear words—in fact, you were already coming up with a few more colourful phrases to teach him.

[fantasylover145]

Whilst, I'm glad that Bobby is going to come face to face with one of the survivors of what happened to his family and see Eddie actually grieve and get closure, we've dealt with Bobby and his grief for the last six or so seasons. Plus, we had an entire season of Eddie going to therapy and getting better, I'm just kinda sad to see more Eddie angst, i just want him happy. And I love Eddie and I am glad he will finally deal with his grief and get closure, stop looking at the past with rose coloured glasses and move forward to have healthier and happier relationships. Despite this storyline really creeping me out a little, it's still vital for his health and recovery.

However, I honestly want more main storylines to focus on Chimney, Athena and Hen. I feel like they give a lot of the big long storylines to the white main characters (Maddie, Bobby & Buck). I definitely do want Buck to have a breakdown after all the shit that he has been through, but it looks like we're never going to get that. Since the writers always brush off his trauma like it doesn't matter, just so they can put him through more. I want him to get the therapy he actually needs and focus on his passive suicidal and self harm tendencies due to his childhood emotional neglect. Buck needs to actually deal with how he feels like he has to keep giving pieces of his body away to feel worthy and that if he isn't doing something for someone he's worthless, since he was born to save people, which could really affect how he views his relationships as conditional. Also, I would love a possible ADHD diagnosis storyline that would be amazing, since that would be so important to show people getting diagnosed later on in life and the negative affects that can have on them, their relationships and their health.

But mainly, I want to see more of Athena dealing with the trauma that comes with the job, how the kidnapping of Harry affected her, her grief and devastation of losing her first love. I'm so glad we got to see her finding out what happened to that little girl, but we need more storylines focused on her. I loved that storyline where she was finding the rapist, how badass she was, but also the terror, the fear and intensity. Hated that she got hurt, that will always be one of the most painful moments for me.

But I need it to focus on her not on Bobby and how Bobby felt about her going back to work, I hated when he lied to her and sympathised with a women who purposely drove drunk with her child in the back and then basically said it was payback for not discussing returning to work. Also, I want to see her adjusting to her job and the new intense fear she has of losing her kids, her calling them because she had a nightmare or as soon as she hears about a child being kidnapped because she needs the reassurance that they are okay. I need more of Athena going on her journey with therapy. Moreover, I want her to heal and I would love to show her and Bobby connecting over losing the first love of their lives and her remembering him.

Furthermore, I need more of Hen actually dealing with the traumatic stuff that happens to her at work. They put Hen through not ONE but TWO separate occasions of different people dying and her being accused of wrongdoings because of it and it not being her fault. We got one ep of her dealing with the car crash in therapy but that was it?! And then they brought up old wounds with that guy dying at the scene after he refused care and people made her think it was her fault AGAIN and we're supposed to move on?! Like neither of those were her fault, I wish they made it clearer to her. I wish Chimney stood by her more because he was the only one that actually saw everything and KNEW the patient refused care and that you can't force it on them. I wish we got to see her struggle with trusting her judgement more and how that trauma affected her. Her dealing with that in therapy, her thinking maybe it's a pattern. Also, I'd like to see her dealing with how she got shot when she was younger, her relating to both Eddie and Bobby and how that changed her life.

I fucking hate that they are forcing everyone to forgive their shitty family. So I really want to see more of how Chimney grew up, if he stayed with the Lee's whilst his mother was going through cancer treatment, what he felt when he realised his father completely abandoned his mother to die alone, how he probably felt like an orphan. I want to see how his dad could possibly make up for all of that, I want Chimney to get the space he deserves to say decades worth of anger and resentment and have his dad actually listen, more than we already have. I'm so glad he wasn't at the wedding but I'm sad Albert wasn't, I wish we got to see more of how similar Albert and Chim are. I find it so hilarious that they are both terrible liars, I wish we got more brotherly bonding moments and maybe Chimney helping Albert find his place in the world, even if it's not firefighting.

I love Bobby but honestly after him having SEVEN seasons of basically the same storyline over and over again, I am a bit tired of it. I know it's realistic and shows a natural progression of grief, trauma, addiction recovery and finding new triggers. I'm not saying it's not important or trying to devalue the storyline, but there are also other really important stories that could be told, especially with the main poc characters! The others don't get as much recognition and they so deserve everything and more!! They don't get to grieve over SEVEN seasons for the loved ones they have lost, they don't get the same treatment and I wish they would.

[clearlydiamondz]

The Game

Erik!Stevens X Black!Reader

Part Six 

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Erik being the most popular person at  Texas Southern University, he has his heart set on a particular girl.

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(Y/N) sat at her desk, reviewing her notes for her astronautics class. She needed something to keep her mind off of the situation with Erik for the time being but she knew she would have to face him. Especially because she left her things and her car over at his house. She woke up with a huge headache, still a tad bit drunk from the night before so that really wasn’t an option to try and go over there. 

She fixed herself a nice cup of tea, put on some classical music, and did what she did best. Studying. She couldn’t help but think about the fact that her feelings were hurt. Especially after everything she thought her friends said. As much as she wanted to refuse the idea of Erik using her to get back at the two of them, the little piece stayed in her mind. 

She heard her door open, turning around to see Omariana in her gown with a croissant in her hand. “Here, eat this. You need some bread.” she placed it on her desk and she thanked her. 

“Thank you,” she whispered before pulling the crossing apart and eating pieces of the bread. Omariana leaned against the desk and started to stare (Y/N) down. She looked back at her before sighing. 

“Yes?”

“Don’t catch an attitude with me. I still deserve an explanation from last night,” she said to her with a chuckle. “I mean, Jakeen told me a few things but I want to hear your side of the story,” she said. (Y/N) placed the croissant on her desk before starting, 

“I was coming out of the bathroom and he was there. I-”

“He followed you into the bathroom. Fucking weirdo.” Omariana rolled her eyes.

“I’m sayin’. Anyways, he tries to talk to me about Erik and how I didn’t know him like he did. And how he said that he was changing me because I started to drink and go to parties.” she said with a roll of her eyes, making Omariana scoff. 

“Okay but that doesn’t make no sense. Because you were planning this way at the beginning of summer. Boy bye.” she said sitting on (Y/N)’s bed. 

“That part. Then Aliyah brought her ass out of no were asking if there was an issue. I was just trying to leave but he bought up how I was fucking Erik.” 

“No... Aliyah was on Instagram last night on some bull shit.” Omariana replied. For some reason that just made her stomach drop. 

“Wait.. what?” Omariana pulled her phone out of her robe pocket, pulling up her Instagram and showing Aliyah’s page.

Dumb ass hoe blocked me... how you claim you were a friend but fucked him at the chance. Bitch been plottin from the start ong 

“Bruh, I been had her blocked, what the fuck is she talking about?” (Y/N) said before going to the next story. 

Enjoy my leftovers lil hoe, that’s what I call a rebound bitch fr  

“Does she not have anything else to do with her life. Tired ass bitch.” (Y/N) mumbled giving her the phone back. 

“I mean... you had to know that this was going to happen sooner or later.” Omariana warned her. 

“I know, I know. We tried to be secret about our relationship but fucking Travis. Like, dead ass he should’ve just kept that shit on the low if he liked me. I don’t even think he really likes me. He just like the idea of me liking him but I don’t want him no more. Not after doing some pussy shit like that.” she snapped turning up. 

“Forreal. Especially after Erik punched the Mario coins out of that nigga. That is not a turn-on.” Omariana laughed. 

“It was kind of sexy when Erik punched him. Not gonna lie.” (Y/N) admitted. 

“About Erik, have you talked to him?” she asked as (Y/N) shook her head. 

“He’s been texting me but I have my phone on do not disturb.” 

“So how do you know he’s been texting you?”

“Because I be checking.” The both of them laughed as (Y/N) sighed. “I really don’t know what to do or say to him. Like god’s honest truth, what they were saying, as much as I hate it, does make sense.” she finished. Omariana sighed before saying, 

“You know I wouldn’t tell you anything that I know would hurt in the long run right?” Omariana said. 

“Of course.”

“And you know how much I dislike Erik.. right?” 

“Oh, I haven’t noticed.” (Y/N) responded nonchalantly. Omariana hit her on the thigh before saying, 

“Look. I would have never thought in a million years I’d be saying this but... ever since you and Erik started dating, I noticed a change in him. Hell, even Jakeen noticed it too.” she admitted. (Y/N) tilted her head to the side. 

“What do you mean?”

“He’s been more tolerable. Like a little more mindful of what he does and says. The other day I went over to Jakeens place and Erik was there, we actually had an interesting conversation just me and him. And I remember thinking to myself, wow.. he ain’t that bad. Then yesterday when he corrected himself.” she said. (Y/N) couldn’t respond to that because that’s how Erik has always been with her. 

“That’s how he always been with me, though.”

“Key word.. with you. Even when he was dating ole girl he wasn’t like this. The fact that he’s actually pressed about you. I know Erik, he would’ve been moved on from this situation. Matter of fact, he wouldn’t even have fought Travis if it was some other chick.” she finished off. (Y/N) went silent as her mind started working. 

“As much as you are thinking about how this looks on Erik’s part, look about the overall picture. Travis is realizing that he won’t ever get the chance to be with you. So now he is on his if I can’t have you no one can bullshit. We all peeped at how he started acting when you and Erik started to flirt with each other. At the party back in August.” 

“Aye, (Y/N). Come outside with me real quick.” Travis spoke up. She looked up at him confusingly. 

 “Yeah, I’ll be right back,” she said. She followed him outside, Erik waited till they were out the door before looking at Omariana. 

“Aye, Mari. What’s up with her? She gotta man?” he asked her as she talk to her.

”No but you ain’t finna talk to her. And what did I tell you about calling me that.” she said to him. Erik rolled his eyes.

 “Damn I can’t even-”

“You damn right you can’t. You must have forgotten, girl talk on the team. And there has been a lot of drama surrounding you.” she pointed at him as he kissed his teeth. 

Omariana looked at Jakeen to see if he was peeping the same shit. Obviously, Omariana told Jakeen about the old crush that (Y/N) had on Jakeen. And Jakeen saw the way Erik looked at (Y/N)’s photo earlier. It would be like Erik to try and holler at her to get back at Travis. 

Jakeen peeped it too. They both knew that Travis was slowly starting to feel her, but it was way too late. Jakeen knew once Erik made his way into (Y/N)’s life, she would want him. 

But they weren’t expecting Erik and (Y/N) to fall head over heels for each other. 

The night in question started to play in her memory. He had feelings for her since that night. 

“Damn. I’m dumb,” she said scratching her forehead. 

“Nah not dumb... you just see the good in everyone and people take advantage of that. Think about the ole girl. Even after she was caught cheating on Erik, she tried to start shit with every other girl that she thought he was talking to. So she tried to say that Erik was getting back at her for being with you. And not gonna lie, I thought it too. Until I saw how he acted around you.” she responded honestly standing up. 

“All I’ma say is, maybe, give Erik a chance. He really does want you. (Y/N).” Omariana gave her one last look before leaving. 

One thing she could say is Omariana was really spot-on with her advice. Not once had she ever given (Y/N) advice that didn’t turn out well for her. She grabbed her phone, unlocking it where there sat the messages that Erik sent her. Four more text messages came in.

Erik: I’m just texting you to check up on you, that’s all

Erik: You left everything over here, do you want me to drop it off. 

Erik: Actually just come over, your car is here is too 

Erik: Come on, I miss you...

She decided to text him back. 

(y/n): can we talk

In an instant, (Y/N) received a face time call with Erik. She accepted the call, placing her phone up against her laptop. 

“Hey, are you okay?” Erik asked immediately. She couldn’t help but chuckle at how fast he called and his jumping straight to the questions. 

‘Hi, I’m fine. How are you?” she asked him. 

“Fine, just worried about you,” he said honestly as she smiled at the camera slightly. “I want to see you. Are you coming back?” he asked her. 

“Yeah... I need to call and uber but I-”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll come pick you up,” he said. It looked like he was getting out of bed and getting dressed. 

“Dang can I finish.” she laughed. “I need to study and-”

“You can study over at my house.” he cut her off. “I’m serious (Y/N), I want you over here. You were supposed to be with me last night.” he placed his phone up on his bathroom sink grabbing his toothbrush to brush his teeth. 

“I know, I know it’s just-” she paused before continuing to talk. “After everything, I was just overwhelmed and I needed to be in my own space to get my thoughts together,” she replied honestly. 

“I understand but look-” he spat out the toothpaste before looking dead into the camera. “I’m saying this because I want to be with you. What they were saying wasn’t true, right. I want you and I need you for real. I’ll do anything to show that to you..” he told her. 

“I know, but that very thing we tried to avoid it happening,” she said worriedly. 

Erik knew what she talking about. Aliyah was blowing his phone up with text messages and calls, trying to get in touch with him. Finally, he saw what she had posted online about her. 

“If you’re talking about Aliyah, I’m sorry about that. Forreal,” he said.  “I’ve been ignoring all her calls and text messages,” he said. 

“She’s been trying to reach out to you?” she asked him, he nodded finishing up brushing his teeth and picking up his phone. 

“All last night and a little bit this morning. I’ll show you the text messages when I see you, this shit is blowing me,” he said putting on his beanie and grabbing his keys. 

“Erik, I can catch an uber over there,” she said standing up and closing her door so she could get dressed. 

“Nah, I’m picking you up. I should be there in about 15 minutes,” he said stepping out of his front door. The two of them hang up as she packed up her materials to study over at his house. 

Erik got into his 2023 Dodge Challenger SRT Hellcat. He heard his phone ringing, thinking that it was (Y/N), not looking at the contact. 

“Finally you answer my fucking calls nigga, the fuck is wrong with you!?” he heard the irritating voice on the other end, knowing that it was nobody but Aliyah. 

“To be honest, I answered that shit on accident. Aliyah what the fuck do you want and why do you keep blowing my phone up.” he snapped at her, starting the car up and pulling out of the parking spot. 

“You’re really fucking trifling you know that. Playing with that girl’s feelings to try and get back at me. Nigga let it go. I’m so over”

“How the fuck do you know I’m doing this to get back at your ass. If that is true, do you think that you would have known this by now? We’ve been fucking with each other for months now.” he snapped at her. The phone got dead silent making Erik laugh. “Now how is the silly ass bitch now. Stop fucking playing with me. You wanna sit here and act like this shit is about you, it ain’t. So you and that other nigga can hop off my dick and stop fucking with (Y/N). Because if I find out any one of y’all dumb asses said anything to her, I swear-”

“Oh please, Erik. Ain’t nobody scared of you. If I want to say something to that bitch I will happily do so. She’s the one that’s fucking my ex and-”

“And did you not cheat on me with that bum ass nigga!? Someone who was still my fucking bro!? Get the fuck out here and be real with yourself. Because it ain’t the same and you a crazy ass bitch if you think so.” 

“You didn’t even give me a chance to explain myself!? You were in Oakland and I was lonely and he was-”

“Listen. I’ma be real with you. I really don’t give a fuck. That wasn’t stopping you from asking me for money, right? That wasn’t stopping you from staying in my apartment when I was in Oakland, right? Yo dirty ass would have probably fucked him in my place if I didn’t have cameras old dirty bitch.” he insulted her. 

“Dirty? Nigga you fucking with a bitch that’s dirty. Who sleeps with her ex-friend’s ex. That’s fucking childish as hell bro all for what? A nigga that she wanted, wanted me? That bitch wishes she was me.”

“Nah I highly doubt that. I ain’t wasting no breath with you. Say anything to her, I’ma beat his ass, and then pay them bitches that don’t like you to jump you.” Before she could say anything else, the phone hang up

As she was tidying up her room, there was a knock on her door. “Come in!” she yelled, thinking that it was Omariana. When she noticed that it wasn’t her, but that it was Erik, she looked at him in shock. 

“Hi.” he shut the door behind him before walking towards her. 

“You good?” he asked her cupping her face. 

“Yeah, I was just reviewing my notes and things. That’s-” 

“You know what I’m talking about. I’m not talking about that.” he reminded her as she sighed. 

“I’m not really a drama-filled person so this is obviously irritating me. I just wanted to keep what we had on the low and now it’s blowing back in our face,” she admitted looking back at him. He smacked his teeth letting her face go. 

“I’m going, to be honest with you. Straight from the begging I didn’t want to do that shit. I want everyone to know I’m yours and vice versa. If anyone has something to say about it they can come to me. And I’ll ignore their ass like I’m doing this bitch.” he said. He pulled out his phone opening it up to see text messages from an unsaved number: 

834-432-4394: Erik answers my fucking call...

834-432-4394: Tell that bitch when I see her it’s on sight, on everything. 

834-432-4394: You a weak ass nigga for fucking with that bitch on god  

834-432-4394: That’s fine, keep ignoring my ass. You act like we ain’t been through this before and you came back, begging to eat this pussy

“Oh, my-” she whispered rereading the text messages. It threw her by surprise how crazy this girl really was. She ain’t never seen this side of her. She was surprised she didn’t catch her like this when they were friends. 

“She called me begging to talk but I don’t want anything to do with her. " Either of their asses,” he told her as she returned the phone. 

“Erik... I am worried about this. I have a lot to lose if she does something.” she said sitting down at her desk. Erik kneeled in front of her grabbing her hands that were in her lap. 

“I promise I won’t let anyone touch you. I put that in my life. I don’t want to be the reason that everything you worked for gets fucked up. I’ll fix it, don’t you worry about nothing.” he comforted her. He looked back at her before saying, “I will do anything to protect what we have.” he whispered to her. 

She scanned his face, seeing nothing but worry and adoration. She knew he was telling the truth. And she knew that he was the type of man to stand by his word. Something in her told her not to worry, and she was going to do exactly that. 

- - - - - - - - - -  

The next day, she sat in front of the mirror in the dance room, doing her normal stretches. Not surprising her though, she was getting some stares as the girls whispered amongst themselves. She had her AirPods pro so she couldn’t really hear what they were talking about. Kia, Omariana, and Brandy walked into the hall before seeing (Y/N) stretching in the mirror. She looked up and saw them walking towards her, standing up and taking out her earphones. 

“Girl..” Brandy whistled as (Y/N rolled her eyes with a smile on her face. 

“Don’t get me started. I swear.” she said placing her hands on her hip. 

“You don’t have to tell me anything. Erik got you all posted up and shit. Y’all adorable or whatever.” Kia laughed pushing her a little bit in a teasing way. 

“Mhm, could’ve fooled me.” Omariana laughed placing her bag and water on the ground. 

“Well, we are taking it a little slow. On my request.” (Y/N) said a matter of factly as Omariana scoffed. 

“ ‘Taking it slow’ my ass.” She mocked her. “This nigga be looking at you like he ready to chew through yo panties.” Everyone laughed as (Y/N) blushed. She knew it was true, and that look got him anything he wanted. Before she could say anything, Ms.Ruby, their coach came out on the floor. 

“(Y/L/N). Lemme see you in my office.“ Everyone looked at her, as she stood up from her seat. She wiped her hands off on her thighs before walking pass the glares and stares she received. She walked into the office before closing the door shut. 

“Gone head and sit down. I think you know what I’m going to talk to you about.” Coach Ruby said sitting down in her office chair. 

“Yeah.. I figured.” (Y/N) sighed sitting down on the chair scratching her forehead. “Look Coach, I-”

“Hold up. Lemme finish.” she said with her hand up to signal for her to stop talking. “Now between me and you, you are the only girl on this team with the exception of a few who has given me your 100% effort since you were a freshmen. Hell, you gave me more at your tryouts when you were a little bitty thing when you were a senior in high school.” she started off. “You’re always on your Ps and Qs, crossing your Ts and dotting your Is. So when one of your dance mates comes to me and tell me that you’re messing with that boy Stevens, you know I had to say something to you right? Knowing everything he has done with this team.” she said. 

“Coach Ruby with all respect, majority of them are lying. I-”

“You don’t think I know that? Trust me, I know a desperate female when I see one but like I said. You are one of my best dancers and best students and I don’t need drama getting to your head, you hear me?” she warned as (Y/N) nodded. 

“Yes Ma’am.” she nodded. 

“That brings me up to my next point.” she pulled out her tablet and passed it across the table as she picked it up. It was her at one of the fraternity parties that her and everyone else were on the weekend before. She had a cup of liquior in her hands and she was dancing on Erik.. a tad bit sexually. 

“Did someone really send this to you?”

“Yes, Mirah did.” she rolled her eyes. Of course it would be one of the girls he entertained. “Look, I can care less about what you do once you are outside these walls. But when the outside effects what we have going on inside of these walls, that’s when I have to step in.” she reminded her. 

“And has anything happened?” 

“You don’t think I know about the little tussel that happened on Saturday night?” she asked her. (Y/N) sighed. 

“That wasn’t even our fault. Travis-”

“All I’m hearing is excused (Y/N). And you know how I feel about those.” she stopped her. (Y/N) closed her eyes in annoyance. 

“So what? Am I suppose to not date. Am I suppose to not have a life? Because people don’t know when to mind their business?” she snapped. It caught Coach Ruby off guard. 

“Now wait just a minute. I don’t have a problem with you dating that boy. Like I said once your grades start slipping and drama starts happening because you started dating this boy, that’s when I have a problem with him.”

“My grades are not slipping. And me and Erik has been dating for months.” she snapped once again. That statement caught Coach Ruby off guard. 

“You’ve been dating for how-”

“Long enough to know that people started messing with us once Erik and I were seen with each other. We don’t even post each other.” she said. “Now within them months, has my grades been slipping? No. Matter of fact my grades has been better than they have been since I started college. And the team and me as co-captain have been doing great have we not?” she said as the Coach sighed closing her eyes. 

“Yes.You guys have.”

“Okay, so Erik is not the problem. The problem is the girls on this team feeling entitle to speak on my relationship because of Erik. Maybe we should have a discussion as a team instead of passing pictures and gossiping and get to the real issue.” she said sliding the tablet back across the table. Coach Ruby looked at the iPad then back to her. 

“Do you think that will fix these issues?” 

“No. But it will warn them not to be in people business before it really does effect us.”

- - - - - - - - - - -

“I can’t believe she really said that to you.” Erik said as they talked on the phone. (Y/N) was in the middle of making her some brain snacks so she could spend the rest of her time tonight to study. 

“That’s not even the worse part. Mira sent her a picture of me dancing on you. Coach Ruby was like ‘she’s only doing that because she’s concerned for the team’.” she mocked her voice. “Like no bitch, she’s doing it to be messy. Like what is it with you and picking all these messy ass girls to fuck with.” she snapped. 

“Whoah. First of all like I said, I only really fucked with Aliyah. Mirah was just a dumb spin the bottle bet sophmore year. Everyone else are non-factors.“ he defended himself. She sighed, feeling guilty about snapping on him. 

“I know.. I’m sorry. It’s just I hate how they view you and I, like we are two concenting adults. What we do is no one business but ours.” she responded placing her fruit in a bowl. 

“What she say after that.”

“She then tried to say if my grades start slipping and the team starts slacking it’s because of we are dating. First of all, we’ve been talking for months and not a damn thing change. So we not the common denominator in this expression. So if it does happen, it ain’t got shit to do with me, but it does have something to do with how they feel about shit.” she snapped. 

“Yeah nah, that’s wild. The fact we stayed to ourselves for this long and no problems raised up until Travis said some shit.” 

“So now, tomorrow at practice she wants me to hold a team meeting as team co- captain since Omariana won’t be here.”

“How do we feel about that?”

“Oh I’m excited.” she said quickly making him laugh. “You’re laughing I’m so serious. I’m literally just gonna be like, ima ask them a few questions. Then set the record straight.”

“Do what you gotta do.” 

And she was.

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Longing For You (Dreaming of You Pt 2)

Hey guys! So here it is! The long awaited second part to Dreaming of You! I’m sorry if it ended kind of sudden but I didn’t want you guys to wait any longer. Let me know if you want a part 3?

As always, the song is optional.

Part 1 is here in case you missed it!!

Summary: Y/N goes to a party with her friend and ends up meeting Austin there. With the alcohol in both of your systems, memories start resurfacing.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY Smut includes Spanking, choking, drunk Austin, daddy kink if you squint, protective?

Song (optional): You Right- Doja Cat (The Weeknd)

"Come on Y/n! You're going!" Your best girlfriend Adrianna said practically pulling your arm towards the front door of your apartment. She had called wanting to go out for dinner tonight, trying to get you out for the night. She did not tell you however, that when she said "Let's go out for dinner" She meant go to a party and get fucked up.

"I don't even have any clothes to wear Anna" You lied. You had clothes for the occasion, but hardly ever wore them because of James. Immediately she called you out on your shit. "Bullshit! Either you go get changed right now, or I'm going into your closet and picking something out for you." Rolling your eyes with a sigh you sat down on the couch with your arms crossed. "Go ahead. You'd probably pick out something better than me anyways." You said gesturing at Adrianna to go find something in your closet. She ended up picking out an emerald green velvet dress. You had only worn it once, but you loved it. You got up and changed into the dress, put on your shoes and the two of you headed out the door as you grabbed your phone.

It was about a 20 minute drive from your apartment to the house where the party was, Surprisingly, it wasn't far from where Austin's house was. There was music blaring and colored lights shining from the inside. Adrianna pulled up to the house and parked on the curb next to the house. You walked in with Adrianna and followed her to the kitchen as she poured you a drink, handing you the red plastic cup. The rum in the drink burned as it went down, but sooner than later you felt way more at ease. You stayed in the kitchen near the counter pouring yourself one drink after the other, doing whatever it took to get those words Adrianna said on the way here, "I think Austin might be here."

You had told her briefly what happened that night with him. You didn't go into detail, just that you stayed at his house for a night after you had a nightmare. Regardless, ever since you brought it up, it seemed that she couldn't shut up about it. Kind of how you couldn't get that night out of your mind since it happened. Honestly, it kind of scared you. You weren't used to feeling this way, and part of you really enjoyed it, but you refused to give that part any attention. As you poured yourself another drink, you nearly froze when you heard Austin behind you. "Fancy seeing you here. As I recall, you're not really one for parties." You turned around and smiled like an idiot, the alcohol doing most of the work behind it. "Anna drove me here. I didn't want to be here." You stated looking up at him, a small smile came across his lips before his eyes moved down and then back up to meet yours. "I'm glad you changed your mind." he said before finishing up whatever was in his cup. You moved slightly to the side so Austin could get another drink. "A couple of guys were going to jello shots. Did you want to join?" He asked turning to you. Immediately you nodded and followed Austin into the living room where you saw 4 or 5 guys arranging jello shots on what looked like the coffee table. You leaned into Austin as you felt his hand on your waist pull you closer in almost a protective way. The two of you got on one side of the table and Austin leaned close to you and whispered in your ear "Stay close to me okay?" You nodded. It kind of surprised you, he was being protective. It was cute and kind of hot at the same time?

The next hour consisted of you and Austin drinking and talking. You talked about James and how he called you earlier to tell you he had a surprise for you when he came back from New Jersey. Austin didn't really show much interest when you spoke about James, but he did his best to hide it when he was sober. You noticed that when he was drunk he said and reacted more to what was really on his mind. Meaning almost every time you would mention James he would react with an annoyed groan or an eye roll. One thing that remained consistent was him being there for you, even when it was something he didn't want to talk about. You on the other hand got a lot more "emotional" when you were drunk. There was a lot of hugging and leaning on Austin and even occasionally playing with his hands and the rings on his fingers. Eventually it got to a point where you had so many drinks you could barely walk. Which was not supposed to happen since you almost never drank. Austin however, found drunk you amusing so he leaned down looking in your eyes and said "I'm taking you to bed." Despite your constant head shakes and slurs of "No Aus, I'm fine. Really." He didn't believe you and before you knew it, you were off of the floor in Austin's arms as he carried you upstairs to lay down.

Had you have been sober, you wouldn't have been placing kisses on Austin's neck nearly the whole way to the bedroom. Well, if you were sober he wouldn't be carrying you in the first place. When Austin finally seemed to find an empty bedroom that wasn't occupied or locked, he opened the door and set you down. You stood up for a solid two or three seconds before losing your balance and leaning on Austin, who had caught you before you had a chance to fall down. You looked up at him and drunkenly decided that right then was the perfect time to kiss him. So you did. What was weird about it was Austin actually kissing you back. He pulled you up so you were standing again, kicking the door closed and pinning you against it. Taking a break from your lips he moved to your neck, nipping and sucking gently causing you to roll your head back against the door and let out a soft moan. You weren't even thinking about the fact that you were going to see James tomorrow, you didn't even care about him at the moment. The only thing that was on your mind was Austin. Moving back to your lips Austin had began kissing you a bit rougher than before, but you just let your fingers tangle themselves in his hair. He moved his hands down to your ass, squeezing it gently before saying quickly in between kisses "Jump." and without hesitation you jumped up, wrapping your arms around his neck as he picked you up with your legs wrapped around his waist. He carried you to the end of the bed and set you down, kissing your neck again only this time moving his way down your body, planting kisses over your dress until he got to your thighs. He stopped and looked at you before saying "You're just letting me do this." You chuckled and shrugged your shoulders before stating "I'm drunk." Austin smiled and planted soft kisses on your inner thighs before replying "Yeah me too."

Austin pulled up your dress to your waist and ran his hands up and down your thighs softly. He moved back up to your lips, whispering soft praises against them. You squirmed underneath him causing a soft chuckle to come from him as he looked down to your thighs and back up to you. "Nervous baby." The way he said it was soft but it had so much power over you, even if you were drunk. You shook your head before letting out a small whine feeling the heat from his hand move higher and higher up your inner thigh. You had never realized how much your body, or how much you had longed for him until now. His hand stopped at the line of your panties, his fingers softly tracing the material, making your heart rate go up and your breathing to become uneven. His hands moved up to your waist, gripping it softly before looking at you and saying "Say it baby." Biting your lip to try and keep yourself under control, you whispered a soft "P-please.."

In an instant your panties were around your ankles and Austin was hovering over you, lining himself up. Your brain was so foggy that you barely remembered him unbuckling and unbuttoning his pants. Now all you felt was the warmth of his body over yours, and the heat between your legs as Austin pressed his hard length at your entrance. You must have been staring because you felt his hand move around to lift up your chin so you were looking up at him. "Let me know if it hurts too much okay?" He said in his low sultry voice. All you could do was nod. Your heart beating faster and faster as your body started to sober up from the shock you were in.

You tried to take a deep breath to mentally prepare yourself, but before you could, you felt Austin push into you quickly. You weren't a virgin and nor was he, so as drunk as he was, Austin didn't really feel the need to be careful with you. You felt him draw his hips back before pushing back into you, this time a little deeper. The feeling of him thrusting into you roughly had your body jolting and you biting your lip. A soft groan if profanities fell from Austin's lips as he seemed to nearly lose himself in his thoughts and feeling of you. The more lost he seemed to get, the rougher and harder he seemed to go. Your lip started to hurt from how hard you were biting it, wanting to do nothing but moan Austin's name, touch him, have him completely. But you both knew you had to keep things at an arms length distance because you were still in a relationship, however you were both too drunk to care at the moment.

You were snapped out of your thoughts as Austin placed his hand on your jaw, forcing you to look at him. "It's okay baby, moan for me." he said looking into your eyes. You began to let out whines as you felt Austin bury himself into you. A soft moan finally escaped when you felt his hand slowly move down the side of your body, stopping at your thigh. He grips it softly as he lifted your leg and placed it around his waist. By that point, you couldn't hold it back anymore. The moment Austin lifted your leg and you instantly felt him penetrate you deeper, a moan escaped your lips. Barely able to get words out, somehow you managed to whisper "F-faster...please baby.." Austin smirked before planting a quick kiss on your lips before quickening his pace inside you, allowing you lose yourself. “Fuck that’s it…” you moaned as your hand moved around to tangle and pull Austin’s hair. Austin let out a deep groan as he began panting softly, still thrusting his cock in and out of you at a quick pace. Truth was, he loved the feeling of you pulling his hair. He loved it when you tangled and played with his hair, so naturally he started thrusting harder and deeper. “Do that again baby…please..” he whined trying to catch up with his breath. You did as he asked and pulled his hair again, this time letting out a louder moan as you felt him fuck you even harder.

You were getting close and Austin could feel it. Before you even had a chance to tell him, he said “Turn around for me baby.” Without hesitation you did as he said and got on your hands and knees. A small whimper escaped your lips as you felt his hand on your back, gently pushing down until your back was arched and your chest was buried into the mattress. Chills ran up your spine as you felt his hands move slowly from your back up to your bottom and a soft yelp came from you as you felt his hand come down on your bottom. You bit your lip at the stinging feeling that lingered, moaning softly as you felt his hand gently graze over the area he just spanked. Another moan escaped your lips as you felt him push back inside you, continuing with his hard thrusting motions as before. This time though, it had you moaning into the pillow your head lay on. It felt better than you could have imagined. So deep, so full, it was euphoria. Austin continued to fuck you harder into the mattress, you getting lost in the feeling of his cock inside you. You let out a loud moan, almost cry as you felt Austin’s hand grab your hair and pulling it back so your head was thrown back. As soon as your head was tilted nearly as far as it could, you felt Austin’s hand wrap around your neck, squeezing it gently. His deep lustful tone not matching with how gentle he was being. “Say it baby. Tell me who’s fucking you this good.” You struggled to get soft whispers out from the tight feeling around your neck. As softly as you could, you choked out Austin’s name.

The moment he heard that, he let go of your neck, allowing you to bury your face back into the pillow. He continued to thrust into you at a hard, quick pace, gripping your hips and pulling them towards his own. You were impossibly close and weren’t sure you could hold it back anymore so you didn’t. You let a slur of profanities escape your lips as you felt your orgasm wash over your body as you moaned through it “Yes daddy! Right there! Fuck you’re so much better than my shitty ex-boyfriend!” and nearly collapsing on the bed as you felt Austin continue to thrust into you, his pace slowing and getting sloppy. You felt his hand grip your waist hard, his fingers digging into your skin as his body stiffened and his lips letting out a low groan, nearly moaning. He thrusted into you slowly and gently once more before pulling out of you and laying next to you on the bed.

You curled up against him, your head laying on his chest as it moved up and down rapidly, the both of you trying to catch your breath. He placed his hand on your chin, once again lifting it up to meet his before planting a kiss on your lips. You looked at him and spoke softly “Are you okay?” noticing how rapidly he was breathing. He placed a soft kiss on your head before replying “Yeah. You?” You just smiled and nodded before placing a soft kiss on Austin’s neck. He pulled you in closer to him tracing small circles on your thigh. “Did you want to go back to your apartment or my house?” Austin asked breaking the silence. “Can’t we just stay here?” You whined. “No baby. Because we are not in a home we can just relax in. We are at a party, and we can’t stay here.” Austin said before getting up out of the bed and began fixing his belt. You pouted like a child and Austin came around to your side of the bed and knelt down on the floor. “Y/n, you’re clearly not sober enough to drive anywhere. I’ll take you either to my house or to your apartment. Your choice.” You let out a sigh hating to admit he was right. You looked at Austin and pointed at him, implying you want to stay with him for the night.

Austin smiled before kissing your head and whispering softly to you “I’ll give you a second to fix your dress and get your shoes on. Then I’ll take you back with me.” You nodded as you pulled your dress back down your thighs and sat up putting your shoes on the best you could. Austin helped you up, which ended with you wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your head into his chest. You mumbled softly “Thank you Aus..” He smiled and looked down at you. “For having drunk sex with you?” You chuckled and nodded. You felt his chest rise as a small laugh came from him. Austin grabbed his keys and opened the door as you followed behind him closely, his hand still on your waist making sure you’re keeping close to him.

You both stopped in the kitchen so Austin could explain to Adrianna that he was taking you home. Admittedly that took a bit longer than expected because Anna was drunk and it was hard for her to fully understand what Austin was telling her. While they were busy talking you grabbed a red solo cup and poured a bit more vodka in to what appeared to be soda and drank it. Austin placed his hand on your wrist gently, motioning for you to put down the cup. “Heyyy no no no. You need to get home y/n. Come on.” He said in a caring tone before grabbing your hand and leading you out of the house. You turned around and looked at Anna and waved bye with your free hand. She pointed to Austin and mouthed the words “Marry him. Husband material.” You just rolled your eyes and continued to follow Austin to the car.

On the drive back to Austin’s house, you broke the silence by asking a question you had dreaded all night. “Hey Aus…can I ask you something…” His focus was on the road but he nodded. “So…I have to go pick up James from the Airport tomorrow…would you mind coming with me..?” A heavy sigh came from Austin as he used his free hand to run his fingers through his hair. “Baby..You know I-“ “-I know you don’t like him. I’m not asking for you to. All I’m asking is that you be there. It would make me feel a lot better if you went with me Aus… please..” You pleaded. It was a while before Austin said anything. He finally responded with a sigh before saying “Fine.”

When Austin pulled the car up to his house, he made sure you got out okay and lead you to his bedroom. You slurred an “okay” as you plopped down onto his bed and almost instantly fell asleep, the last words in your head being what Anna mouthed to you as you left the party: “Marry him. Husband Material.”

I really want to make this a series you guys!! Ido about you but I’m really loving how this is turning out!!!

Part 3??? Lmk!!! 😉

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Hatomi+Rengoku Family Taisho secrets

I have so much written content on these fixations, here are some of Hatomi and the Rengoku family

Her favorite flowers are white plume blossoms and white lily. Senjuro brought over a branch as a toddler from the tree outside, offering it to her a a bouquet with the shyest smile on his face. Hatomi was touched by the gesture and could have cried from how sweet he was.

Because Hatomi had trouble going to sleep as a baby, her father Dmitri sang or hummed to her while carrying her to get her to sleep. Her mother Fumiye would hum or sing short and sweet lullabies in Japanese, but her father’s she remembered the most. Dmitri was an exceptional singer, a deep voice that carried well and for a long time as he sang old Russian lullabies he heard from other orphan children in his youth. Without fail it lulled Hatomi to a deep sleep.

She ends up making a habit that when Senjuro had a hard time sleeping, she began to hum to him as her father did for her. Later even singing some of those old Russian and Japanese lullabies she remembered. There are very few Russian ones that she remembers how they go or what they mean, but for the others she can’t fully recall, she hums the tune as the melody is engraved in her mind.

. She is not an exceptional singer, but has a distinctive soft tone to her singing, that anyone that hears it would know her calming voice. Shinjuro heard it a couple times on nights when he couldn’t sleep, and he heard her singing to Senjuro. Her voice brought out a quiet in him even when extremely inebriated, and he can’t help but stay silent and listen. It is soothing to a point where he doesn’t even drink from the sake bottle when he hears. Some of the Melodies are sad, and while Senjuro did not pick up on them, from afar Shinjuro could hear the mournful tone even while drunk. A sad man knows when another is in a silent misery.

While she does not sleep easily, once she is, good luck trying to wake her back up. She is a very heavy sleeper, and sleeps until she comes to which is usually a solid 7 hour sleep. Naps are hard for her because if she sleeps it is not half assed, and there is no possible way she can nap for just an hour or two. The few scares she has given Senjuro and Shinjuro were memorable ones, and for some reason the only one who was able to wake her up on the first try is Kyojuro due to his naturally boisterous nature.

Hatomi may not look the type, but despite her serious demeanor, she is a goofball around kids. She loves and will do anything to make kids laugh, no matter how silly or humiliating it is. Silly antics ensue, one moment she is doing dishes, the next she’s chasing kids around and threatening to bless them with the holy sink water.

Indulges kid Kyojuro in his strange habit of bringing home random things, sometimes bugs, rocks, knickknacks and his easy fascination. Senjuro didn’t like it when he brought bugs inside.

Senjuro usually was not picky but the one thing he hated was eating Kale as a child, refused to eat it raw or stewed because he would feel queasy after eating it. Shinjuro would get upset thinking he was wasting food, but Hatomi found a compromise. She one day took the kale outside and baked it. After sprinkling some salt she served the kale next day to Senjuro. Needless to say after asking him to try it, he loved it and proceeded to munch on all of it. It showed Hatomi’s willingness to compromise, to not fully coddle Senjuro but at least help him find a way to eat the kale in a way that was better for him.

When Senjuro was seven he showed interest in a slingshot, and so for his birthday Hatomi gifted him one as she had experience with them (As an archer, she was delighted to hear he wanted to). Showing him how to use a slingshot, first time trying it he hits the tree limb and it ends up ricocheting, hitting him square on the forehead. Cue him silently crying, trying not to complain but failing as Hatomi tends to him. (She is trying so hard not to laugh at his predicament, finding it ironic as she as a child did the same exact thing and her Grandfather laughed at her.)

The slingshot she gave him was one her deceased husband Kaito made for their son Genji once he got older. Unfortunately that would never come. Hatomi recalled the memory of watching him carve it, the focus he had while etching the design, and the conversation she had with him. He mentioned that he wanted to encourage Genji to practice, joking that at the very least he wanted him to be a better shot than his old man and take after something she was good at. It was a bitter sweet memory, she had some difficulty deciding on what to do with it, but reminisces that Kaito would have wanted to give it to someone who would make use of it, and appreciate it.

When Kyojuro begins his career as a demon slayer, many nights of his father ignoring him while Hatomi waits for him to come home after, usually cooking something and talking with him. She wanted to show him that he had support, and while his father never showed it, it was a gesture that helped ease tension.

Senjuro would get sick on occasion due to pollen, and Hatomi would be the main one to care for him when Kyojuro was out on missions. It helped him to focus to know she would watch over Senjuro

Kyojuro would sometimes get sick, but brush it off as if he weren’t. After years of chasing a little Kyojuro around to settle so she could treat him, she has developed a strategy to get him in a position where he cannot possibly argue, escape, or deny care. No it’s not rendering him unconscious as tempted as she is, but the tactic never fails even if Kyojuro is a young adult now. And yes it’s bribing him and then slight guilting him by saying if he stays sick he might get Senjuro sick

Both children had their little quirks when sick, but for Hatomi the worse Rengoku to deal with when sick was their Father. He both didn’t like to show he was sick, but when being tended to was so stubborn about it. He fell into a few fevers due to the alcohol and poor eating schedule. The first one he was very bitchy about it, more irritable and reactive to everything. Both as a way to show he wasn’t weak and on the more depressing side wondered why anyone should care about an old wash up like him. Hatomi knew but didn’t try to argue verbally, she just went about her duty and tended to him

Example

Shinjuro: Hell…..I feel so hot….this is shit.

Hatomi: *Dousing a new washcloth with cold water as she readies some miso*That’s a good sign, your body is trying to heal itself. Best to regulate your temperature…..It will help the fever, as well as some fluids in your system.

Shinjuro: *Glares at her weakly* I know ……how fevers work…..m’not stupid

Hatomi: *Internally* I swear you’re children are dealing with this far better….and far less attitude.

Lemme know what you guys think and if you want more, and feel free to ask questions!

[beyblaiddyd]

I've spontaneously un-developed the ability to talk about my feelings in a conversational format so you guys get another vent post instead. My mom stopped dating her bastard ex Dallas a couple months ago and was seeing another guy and then they got in a minor fight and she broke up with him and then got super drunk and came in my room crying about how she missed Dallas and asking if he could come over and I flipped my absolute lid on her and told her I never wanted to see him again and I'd move out if she brought him back over and she apologized and begged me not to be mad at her and said she wouldnt. And then like a week later on her birthday she drove into a curb and popped her tire (that I had just spent My money to replace for her) and texted me about how she was so scared and was going to call Dallas to come pick her up and when I said no I'd do it she was basically like Too Late and it makes me so mad because that never would've been her instant first thought if she hadnt already started talking to him/seeing him again behind my back and then she started bringing him around the house again and she's doing the stupid guilting "but hes being so nice" shit and I told her I didn't care and am moving out in August if he starts coming around again and she was like "what if nothing happens🥺" and I was like I'm not a fucking idiot and she was like do you think I'm an idiot? YES!!! I DO!!!!!!!!!! I feel like such a cunt because every time he's over I've been literally refusing to look at or acknowledge he exists but it's the literal only thing I can do to not go off on him I hate him get him out of my HOUSE

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

The Evils of Liquor

Summary: Y/N wants to experience being drunk for the first time, but what's making Dean discourage her from doing it?

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Nothing major, a little kissing, hinting at oral (f), a bit of drunken sexiness, fluff, hint of smut, hint of angst, crack if you squint, dean being a gentleman, and a sweetie pie.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 4,375

A/N: Okay, so I decided to make a little Masterlist for this whole "First Time Series", even though it's not a traditional series. But the stories are definitely more enjoyable if they're read together/in order. But if it's your preference, you can still read them on their own.

Both beautiful text dividers, below and at the bottom, were created by @talesmaniac89.

Masterlist // Tag Lists

“Dean, you promised!”

“Uh uh, no, I very deliberately did not promise. I recall saying it was probably a bad idea, but that I’d think about it. Now, having thought about it…it’s definitely a bad idea.”

Y/N scowled up at Dean’s stern expression. “How is it a bad idea? I turn 22 today, meaning I’m a year late in celebrating my 21st birthday, meaning I have a year of drinking to make up for.”

“Not really how that works.” Dean mumbled as he turned away from Y/N and back to the sink, where they stood, cleaning up after her birthday dinner.

Y/N had mentioned to Dean a month ago that she’d never been drunk in her life, since she’d never had a drink before in her life, which then led to her request that he get drunk with her the first time and help her through another milestone first.

Dean had laughed at the idea then, and said he’d think about it, but he’d teased her about turning him into her debauchery tour director, and he’d seemed mostly game for it. So, Y/N couldn’t understand why he was acting so coy about it now.

Sam brought the rest of the plates over from the table, reaching around Dean to drop them into the sudsy water. “What’s the big deal? Y/N’s bound to get drunk one of these days; what better time and place than with her boyfriend, the king of drinking and being drunk.” Sam encouraged with dubious cheer.

Dean elbowed him in the ribs, eliciting a small grunt from his little brother. “You just shut up, get lost, and say hi to Eileen.”

Sam’s dimples were in full affect as he grinned and leaned down to give Y/N a kiss on the cheek. “Happy birthday short stuff! Have fun and happy drinking!”

The younger Winchester bounded up the kitchen steps and less than five minutes later, just as they finished the dishes, Sam called out a final goodbye and they heard the metallic screech of the door as he left.

Y/N turned to face Dean as she finished wiping down the counters. “Seriously, Dean, why are you refusing this? Are you having a hypocritical moral dilemma about introducing me to the evils of liquor or something?”

Dean sighed and crossed his arms, leaning back against the island, and facing Y/N. He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment before he shrugged. “I don’t like how you were the other day.”

Y/N frowned. “What do you mean; how was I the other day?”

Dean looked at her like she was being deliberately obtuse, but when she remained silent, he just shrugged again. “Doesn’t matter. Look I just don’t know if getting drunk the very first time you have a drink is the kind of “firsts” you wanna put together.”

Y/N smiled and took a few steps forward so she could wrap her arms around his neck. “But I wanna know what it feels like, and I wanna do it with you, because no one makes me feel safer.”

A soft smile turned up the corners of Dean’s mouth despite the small frown that stayed in place too. “Well, you will be safe, and it’s you that’s gonna have to suffer your first drink, your first drunk, and your first hangover all in the same twelve hour span, so, your call, I guess.”

Y/N smiled widely and then pulled Dean’s luscious mouth down to hers, kissing him deeply. Dean plunged his hand into her hair, fisting it and pulling it back a little roughly so he could trail his lips down the side of her neck, and up to the shell of her ear, nibbling there. His voice was low and sexy as he whispered in her ear.

“You sure you don’t want a redo of some of your other firsts instead?” He asked as he walked her backwards to bump against the counter.

He pushed his hand up under her shirt, palming her breast in his big hand, and squeezing her over the lacy bra she wore, making her moan breathlessly. “There are still so many more things to show you.”

Y/N trembled as he dipped his head and took her lacy nipple in his mouth. She carded her fingers through his short hair, dropping her head back, her breath stuttering.

He slowly dropped to his knees in front of her and let his mouth trail kisses across her torso, as he unbuttoned her jeans and then pulled down her zipper. He hooked his fingers over her waistband and started to pull them down over her hips.

But Y/N grabbed hold of his wrists, halting him. Her face was flushed and she was desperately sucking in air to keep from fainting. There was a part of her brain, the hormonal undersexed part of her brain, that was telling her to shut up! and let him continue. But there was a bigger part of her soul that was saying she just wasn’t ready yet. She wanted him so badly, but she could also feel the trepidation there under the desire, the sweaty palms and anxious knots trying to crowd out the swooping butterflies in her stomach.

“I’m sorry.” She said, meaning it. There was a part of her that was so desperate to just give herself up to Dean completely and let him do anything and everything he wanted to her, but it was overshadowed by nervousness and shyness.

He shook his head as he gazed up at her. “No, baby.” He placed a kiss to her bellybutton before zipping up and re-buttoning her jeans. “Don’t ever apologize for wanting to stop.”

He got to his feet and pulled her shirt back into place before leaning down to kiss her gently. “There’s no rush, we’ve got all the time you need.” He shook his head with a sexy, bright smile. “I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

Y/N knew he meant it, and that he would wait and never push her. But she still felt a little bad about stopping him when she felt the hard ridge of his desire pressed against her lower abdomen. It was everything she could do not to moan and rub against him. She thought that might be exceedingly unfair of her after telling him to stop.

So instead, with a last, swift kiss to his lips, she pulled out of his arms and bounced toward the library. “Let’s go get me drunk!”

***

“Oh god, oh god, oh god. Nope, nope. Just no.” Y/N chanted as she gagged and choked and waved her hand in front of her mouth. The whiskey felt as though it was burning a hole into her esophagus.

“Dear god!” She said, choosing to ignore Dean’s smirk. “You drink this! I’ve seen you, you chug it like water, how is that possible?”

She saw Dean’s jaw clench and wondered if she’d been too harsh, but in a blink he was chuckling at her. “I told you, you shouldn’t drink anything straight. You’ll need it mixed. Actually,” he held up his finger, “I told you that you should stick to beer. You’re the one who insisted on the hard stuff.”

“Isn’t the beer supposed to come after the liquor?” Dean frowned at her quizzically and she shrugged. “I Googled it.”

Dean laughed again and got up to mix her a new drink. “Well, truth is, I’ve never noticed a big difference one way or another. You drink too much, no matter what it is, or what order you drink it in, you’re gonna pay hell for it the next day.”

Y/N shrugged. “Well, bring on the experiences! Only live once, right?” Her voice was chipper, but her mind was travelling back to their hunt last week, to seeing the light leave the eyes of the college girl they got to too late. She’d been barely twenty years old, younger even than Y/N, but her life was over. Whatever she’d wanted to do with her life, whatever her plans for her future, they’d been snuffed out in an instant by a hungry vamp tearing into her neck.

Y/N kept pushing the thoughts aside, just trying to move forward. She was another year older and she wanted to celebrate. That was two more years of living than their victim would ever see.

Kali. The victim’s name was Kali. She wanted to remember that. She wanted to drink the drinks that Kali never would, live out the days that Kali would miss.

But she didn’t say any of this to Dean; she knew how he worried, and how reluctant he still was, sometimes, to see her as a hunter. After she’d survived the attack that had killed her friend Trish (another victim Y/N refused to forget) both Dean and Sam had told her to try to get on with her life.

But that had proved impossible, and eventually they agreed to teach her and mentor her as a hunter. They were her family now, along with all the other hunters and found family they’d introduced her too. And of course she suspected Dean was the love of her life, so she would never walk away from the life now.

Dean came back to the library table with what looked like orange juice. “Here, I think vodka might be the way to go. It’s pretty mild when it’s mixed. This is a Screwdriver – vodka and OJ. Give it a try.”

Y/N took an experimental sip, and though the vodka gave the drink a kick, Dean was right, it mostly tasted like orange juice. She also suspected Dean had used very little vodka - which ended up being a bad plan.

As long as the alcohol tasted bad, Y/N sipped at it gingerly, but the screwdrivers were delicious and Y/N went through four of them in pretty quick succession. When Dean refused to make her another one until she ate something else, she grabbed the tumbler and said she’d make it herself.

“You’ve had more than enough for now, Y/N.” Dean argued as he pulled the tumbler out of her hand.

“Boo!” She said with a pout.

Dean put the glass down and kissed the top of her head. “You wanted me to guide you through this first time? Well, then be a good girl and listen to me.” He patted her head and she scowled up at him, annoyed by his condescension. Dean chuckled at her predictable reaction.

He nodded toward the kitchen. “Come on with me and let me make you a burger.”

But Y/N folded her arms on the table and laid her head on them. “Actually, I think I’m just gonna close my eyes for a minute.”

Dean shook his head. “Maybe you should just head to bed, and call it a night. You had your first drink and are now very tipsy for the first time. So, mission accomplished!”

But Y/N lifted her head slightly and shook it, her eyes still closed. “I’m not interested in a first being tipsy, I want to get drunk.”

Dean rolled his eyes before he left her, lightly snoring, to go make her something she could throw up later.

When he came back twenty minutes later, he groaned loudly. Y/N was definitely awake, and swallowing down what looked like more whiskey. She emptied the glass and poured another.

“What the hell, Y/N?” Dean asked, frustration very evident. She set the bottle back on the table, and his mouth dropped open when he saw how much of the bottle had been consumed.

“Jesus!” Dean yelled as he wrestled the glass of whiskey out of Y/N’s hands, the amber liquid sloshing over the sides. “How many glasses have you had?”

“Jus one.” Y/N slurred, and then squinted up at him. “Or…no, jus one an then jus this one. One. So…two. Jus two.”

“Christ.” Dean mumbled, finishing his original blasphemous curse.

“Well, I woke up.” Y/N said, running all the words together into one word that sounded like, ‘weliwokup’. “An I was awake, an I said no more juice!”

Y/N banged her fist on the table. “I’m not a babe…Dean, not a babe…baby.” She finished feebly.

“Yeah, you’re the picture of maturity right now, sweetheart.” Dean said with a shake of his head as he pushed Y/N into an upright position from where she slumped against the table.

“Here you, grown up, wise old owl you, eat at least a bit of this burger so it can try and soak up some of the vodka and whiskey sloshing around inside your gut.”

Y/N took a bite, but then began nodding off again. Dean was afraid she was going to end up choking on her food, so he gave up the attempt at feeding her. Finally, he just scooped her up and carried her down the hall towards her room.

“No, you.” Y/N wailed, and amazingly, Dean understood what she was saying. She wanted to sleep in his room. Nodding, he turned down the hallway to his bedroom instead, shouldering open the door and then sitting Y/N down on the side of his bed. He shook his head as he took in the state of her. She was gonna regret this idea so much tomorrow.

He went to his dresser and pulled out a t-shirt that would fit her like a nightgown. He didn’t dare leave her alone long enough to go to her room and grab pajamas; he might come back to her on the floor. He brought the t-shirt to her and put it in her hand. She stared at it for a moment before she thrust it back towards him.

“You.” She said again, and Dean had to chuckle at her one word vocabulary.

The laughter stopped however, as he realized she was asking him to put it on her. She lifted her hands in the air like a little kid, waiting for him to get her undressed. Holding in a groan, Dean pulled her t-shirt off. Once it was off, Y/N reached up to undo the front clasp on her bra and Dean cleared his throat.

“Maybe, I mean why don’t you just leave that on?”

But Y/N shook her head as she clumsily fumbled with the three tiny hooks that were covered by silk bows. “No. It’s, ” she waved vaguely, “it’s…ouch…ouches.”

“Wow…just wow.” Dean exclaimed at her truncated explanation.  He watched her struggle to get her bra off, but the hooks combined with the silky bows were just too much for her drunken, clumsy fingers and she finally just dropped her hands.

“Yoooouuuu!” She whined at him, and Dean clenched his jaw against all the thoughts running through his head as he reached over to undo the hooks on her bra and felt her soft, velvety skin against the backs of his fingers.

He pulled the lacy garment from off her shoulders holding back a groan as her breasts bounced slightly when they were released. He quickly shoved his big t-shirt over her head and sighed when all that delectably soft flesh was out of sight.

Y/N stood up quickly and stumbled woozily. Dean reached out and grabbed her shoulders to steady her. She fidgeted with her jeans button for almost a full minute before, Dean finally brushed her hands away and popped it open, pulling down her zipper and trying desperately not to remember the way she’d felt beneath his lips just hours before this.

He stepped back from her and shoved his hands in his pockets. “K, you can take them off, right?” He could hear the desperation in his voice and was so relieved when she nodded and pushed the jeans over her hips and down her thighs. She pushed them to pool at her feet, and then tried to kick them off, which was a very bad idea.

She stumbled forward and Dean reached out just in time to grab her. She ended up plastered to him, and he could feel every beautiful curve molding to his body.

“Fuck me.” He agonized as he tried to help Y/N stand under her own power.

“Okay.”

Dean looked down into Y/N’s face and his throat went dry at the look of heat and lust that had replaced the befuddled drunkenness. 

His teeth were clenched, the muscle in his jaw flexing over and over. “What?” He asked in a hoarse whisper.

Y/N nodded and licked her lips and Dean groaned as she answered. “I said okay.  Okay…fuck me.”

Ironically it was the incredibly hot words, words that made him rock hard instantly, that also pulled him out of the lust-filled trance Y/N had thrown him into. Because he knew if she was sober, she’d never say that; even if she was sober and felt she was ready, and wanted to sleep with him, she’d never say, “Fuck me.” She was way too shy to just say it like that.

So Dean shook his head and peeled Y/N off of him. “Come on, sweetheart. Time to sleep.” He tried to lay her down, but she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of her. Not wanting to crush her, he shifted slightly to his side, and ended up stretched out beside her.

Y/N reached over and pulled his mouth down to hers. “No, I don’t wanna sleep. I want you.” She said, speaking against his lips. She kissed him, and Dean growled in frustration and kissed her back, unable to stop himself. She tasted like the slightly nutty flavor of the whiskey combined with tangy sweetness of the orange juice and the combination drove Dean mad. He cupped her cheek and plunged his tongue ever deeper into her mouth, feasting on the moans and whimpers she was feeding him.

Finally though, knowing he couldn’t continue this, he pulled away from her and out of her arms.  He stumbled out of the bed, and stood beside it, panting slightly.

“Y/N, baby, you are WAY too drunk to go through with this right now.”

Y/N was shaking her head as she sat up.  “No, but, I just want you.” She said, her words still slurred. “I’m tired of waiting, tired of being scared.”

Tears came to her eyes suddenly and, anxious to stop them, Dean risked sitting down beside her on the bed, and letting her cuddle into his chest. He wasn’t sure if his libido or his heart were gonna make it through Y/N’s drunken experiment.  He stroked his hand over her hair and spoke softly.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Why are you crying?”

“I can still remember her face.” Y/N began, her voice low, and less slurred. “The way it looked, her face, shocked forever. It stayed that way, even when she was dead. I wanna forget her, but I don’ wanna either. I need to remember her face, I promised her.”

She breathed in deeply and exhaled tremulously. “I see them all, can see all their faces. All the people, all the demons, sometimes their black eyes are my whole nightmare, just black eyes, just black all around me, but I know…I know it’s them.”

Her voice was tiny now. “I know it’s the monsters. Waiting in the dark.”

She sniffled into his shirt and Dean felt his chest tighten. He knew she’d been carrying baggage from that last hunt, it was why he hadn’t wanted her to get drunk now, he knew she was using it to cover up what she was dealing with, or rather, not dealing with. He recognized his own coping mechanism, but he didn’t want that for Y/N. Her heart was so good and open, and he hated the idea of her putting walls up, pushing things down with whiskey and booze, crawling into a bottle to hide.

“But the drinking didn’t work.” Y/N said as though she was picking up his train of thought. “I can still see the faces.”

She looked up into his eyes and her heartbroken gaze made Dean want to cry too. “So, I need you to make me forget. When you kiss me, when you touch me, Dean I can’t think of anything but your hands, and your mouth and how badly I want you, how much I need you.”

She kissed him again. “Make me forget.” She said, as she pulled back slightly. Dean tasted her salty tears on her lips and he laid her back on the bed again, this time snuggling in beside her and then pulling her close, so that she was laying across his chest.

“Now isn’t the time for me to make love to you, Y/N. When you decide it’s time, I need you to be one hundred percent sure, and you can never be sure of anything when you’re drunk. I also want to bring you joy, heat, and absolute pleasure, not a hiding place. At least that first time, your first time shouldn’t be about escaping the dark, it should be about finding the light.”

Dean kissed her with a whisper soft sweep of his lips across hers before he continued, not sure she was going to remember much of this advice tomorrow. But he wanted to try and let her mind rest tonight, at least a little.

“Don’t try to forget, the bad hunts, baby. You won’t. Ever. But don’t spend too much time trying to remember every face, because you won’t be able to do that either. The best you can do is try hard to learn from mistakes, so you don’t make them again. And remember that even though we lose people to the monsters sometimes, we save them sometimes too.”

He brushed a wisp of hair from her forehead and she closed her eyes, snuggling closer against him, her face becoming slack with sleepiness, loosening the tight frown on her brow. He made his voice soft so he wouldn’t disturb her. “We fight, and it’s hard, and it’s okay to feel down and out sometimes. Just don’t stay down there too long. Get up and fight again tomorrow.”

She nodded sleepily, traces of her tear tracks still on her cheeks, as she dozed off. He kissed the tip of her nose and then her soft, slightly parted lips.

“No nightmares tonight, you understand.” He said in an admonishing whisper.

***

“Rise and shine, Y/N!” Dean called out as he came in with a tray of steak and eggs and a giant, steaming cup of coffee.

The groan that sounded from beneath his blankets rivaled some of the deadliest demons in the pit. He turned on the light beside the bed and was treated to another groan.

“Dean!” Y/N finally whined out his name instead of wordless, pain-filled moans. “Why are you so loud? Go away and let me die in peace!”

“Nuh uh!” Dean said, just before he yanked the blankets back, exposing Y/N to the light and cold air in the room and receiving a screech of indignation. “No dying in my bed. You just need protein and caffeine and lots and lots of water. Also, these.”  He pulled a small bottle of pain killers out of his pocket and shook it.

“Come on, sit up.” He encouraged.

Y/N’s scowl could have curdled milk, but she sat up and Dean set the tray across her lap. He also pulled up the empty trash can and set it beside her.

“Just in case.” He said with a grin.

But in less than half an hour, Y/N was feeling a bit more like a human again, and she sighed as she took a big gulp of coffee.

She smiled shyly at Dean. “I’ve been sitting here debating whether or not I should admit that I remember last night.”

Y/N’s cheeks were blazing red and practically throwing off heat. “I know one of the side effects of drinking too much can be forgetting parts of the night before, and I did think about pretending I didn’t remember throwing myself at you the way I did.” She shrugged. “But then I wouldn’t have the chance to thank you for being so kind, and such a gentleman. I’m sorry I was…”

Dean cut her off. “No. You don’t have to apologize, baby. You have nothing to apologize for.” He was quiet for a minute before he asked, “So if you remember that, do you remember what we talked about? About hunting?”

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, and I’m sorry for that too, dumping all that on you at once. Most days, I’m okay, most hunts I can handle, but some of them stick with me, and losing Kali really did.”

Dean nodded and then bit his lip. “K, don’t get mad at me, but I gotta ask, are you still sure you wanna do this? You know, there’s no shame in hanging up your hunting gear. You could still stay here with us, still help us research, you know…it would just keep you out of the dark places a little more often.”

Y/N thought about it for a minute, really thought about it, and then shook her head. “No, I think staying at home, not being a part of the fight, not being able to see that you and Sam are safe right away, to just sit at home worrying and waiting…no, that would be worse.”

Dean started to argue, but Y/N continued. “Besides – a wise man once told me that all hunters get down and out from time to time, but the important thing is to get back up again, and keep on fighting.” She shrugged. “Course I’m paraphrasing a little because I had a pint of liquor flowing through my veins at the time.”

Dean chuckled. “Hey, you’ve already lost your greenish color, and you have excellent memory recall of last night, I think you may have experienced beginner’s luck when it comes to being hungover.”

Y/N grinned. “Well, either way, I think I’ll put off trying it again.”

She set the tray aside and then launched herself at Dean, knocking him backwards and pulling a surprised grunt from deep in his chest. “I have so many other, INFINITELY more pleasurable firsts coming with you, and I intend to be sober for all of them.”

Dean grinned back and gave her a slow, sexy wink. “Good girl.”

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[msntoon]

Hey! Can I request a protective Sarah Sanderson maybe someone was bothering us in public and leave us alone?

“Boys will love me!”

Salem was quite simply the worst place you could have chosen to live. You had hated halloween since you were a kid because of how easily you were frightened, and this town went all out every year. Once again you 're sitting out on the front porch waiting for trick or treaters, like you did every year. Your friends always invited you to parties, and without fail you continued to make up excuses as to why you couldn’t go. This year you suffered a terrible migraine and just had to stay home. 

It was already quite late, most of the kids had gone home. You suspected it was near the early hours of the morning. 

“Hey, I thought you were bed ridden,” you jumped at the voice, and looked up to see your friend's boyfriend standing on the sidewalk. You sighed, standing up and getting ready to go in, it was getting cold anyways.

“I was,” you replied, “but i brought up enough energy to sit out here and wait for kids to come by,” you put the empty candy bowl on the bench where you were just sitting. 

“Sounds like you were just scared,” his words slurred and he began to walk towards you. You had dealt with him before but never drunk.

“I'm gonna go inside, have a great night!” You faked your best smile and tried to walk in the door, but he grabbed your arm.

“Hey-“ 

“Shut up, I don’t like little girls who lie,” he pulled you out of the doorway, knocking the bowl out of your hands. The glass shattered on the porch. 

“Unhand thee!” You were pushed backwards into the door, and his grip loosened on your arm. 

“Sarah! Idiot girl, get back here! We’ve no time for messing around with mortals!” 

“But Winnie! That horrible boy was attacking her,” you looked up with blurry vision. At this point, the boyfriend had run off and you were left half passed out on the porch.

“Fine, be quick!” 

You here picked up, carried inside, and layed on the couch.

“There, you’ll be safe here,” you looked up, but by then she was halfway out the door.

“Wait!” You called. She paused, “what’s your name?”

“Sarah!” She called back, and before you could respond the door slammed behind her.

***

“Oh please Winnie, let me stay a little longer to make sure she’s ok,”

The voice was foggy and muffled. You groggily opened your eyes. Three women sat in your living room, each in a brightly colored cloak. 

“You’re awake!” The blonde one, Sarah, jumped up and ran to your side.

“How.. did you get in?” You sat up, slightly startled by the fact that you didn’t wake up at them coming in. 

“Sarah, we must go, we have little time left,” Sarah pouted, looking at her sister, the one in the green cloak.

“Oh Winnie please! Please let us stay!” You found yourself admiring the way her hair was braided, intertwined with purple yarn and beads.

“Fine! Must you whine at me Sarah?” Sarah giggled, jumping up onto your lap.

“Winnie,” the woman in the red cloak said, “I smell children,” Winnie jumped out of her seat.

“Let us go then-“ Sarah pouted at her once again, “Fine! Stay, you wouldn’t be of much use either way! We’ll come for you later,” and with that they both left. You were left with Sarah… alone. 

***

She wasn’t as bad as you thought she might be. She refused to leave your side and insisted on braiding your hair. 

You had tried to go to bed but she wouldn’t allow it. 

By the time her sisters returned it was well into the morning. 4am at least.

“Sarah!” There was a shrill yell as they walked in.

“Winnie! Mary! You’ve returned-“

“Yes, just as I said we would. Come we must go, that horrid cat is causing trouble, you’re not getting out of it this time,” Winnie grabbed Sarah's arm and yanked her off the couch. 

“Winnie! The boy is here!” Mary, as you had learned her name, smed very on edge.

“Yes yes I know, come now sisters!” They rushed out the door, and the house was left eerily quiet. No sound was heard but for Sarah's faint whining as they left. 

You had a sinking feeling she wouldn’t be back any time soon. 

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Sorry i gave it a sad ending ill make up for it later. 💜💜

took my own spin on this request, hope you guys enjoyed it xx