#if not though i will still be happy seeing them around ^^

[justslightlymental]

"All of them goddamn" - Saja Boys x Reader

Yo... This is just pure smut with just slight plot, also shoutout to this person @k45kart for the idea. (sorry if i tagged wrong person) also another person who wanted to be tagged: @eliengoddes

Okay uhh anyways TW or whatever warnings: Smut, gangbang (obviously) 5 demons cmon guys, I MAY HAVE WRITTEN JINUS NAME WRONG SO IM SORRY. Oral sex both receiving, degrading, praising, uhhh p in v, without protection (dont do this if u dont want kids.) Marking, breeding lowkey, demons going out of control. MAYBE SLIGHT DUB CON??? (its very much consensual but my writing style might fart on itself.) I forgot what else. Cringe warning i havent written anything in ages okay - Everything was okay.. Everything was going to be FINE… The fans were happy with our newest song… And the Honmoon was shining brighter than ever, even a tingle of gold flashing across our eyes, we were so close!!! But then Rumi lost her voice, right in the middle of our rehearsal for our live premiere of “Golden”. Before any of us could say anything she asked for 5 minutes and just ran off to god knows where! “Oh my god, what are we gonna do??” Zoey panicked, her arms flailing around. “Calm down Zoey.. It’s going to be fine… just give her some time alright?” Mira placed a hand on her shoulder to calm Zoey down, though I could see through her poker face. “Yeah, like Mira said. Give her some time… surely she will come in time.” I said, a nervous/worried smile across my face. And she never came… The next time we saw her was at our apartment, she looked shaken up. The only thing we could offer in that moment was comfort and that we did. We decided to go out for some dinner. Rumi still didn’t seem like herself, until she finally spoke. “I'm sorry about the show..” “It’s okay.. don’t worry about it!” Zoey smiled, placing a hand on her forearm. “Besides, Bobby will handle it.” I smiled as well, trying to comfort her.

And just like that he called us and once we answered we heard loud voices in the background and an out of breath Bobby yelling about how he can’t handle this, so many disappointed fans and the network losing their minds. Mira quickly shut off the phone. “We can just schedule another live show within days. Don’t worry!” “I don't think that's possible… my voice, it's in trouble..” Rumi said, awkwardly. “In trouble?? Then why did you push up the Golden release then?” Mira continued, confused. “My guess is the Honmoon, isn’t that right?” I smiled softly.

“(Name) is right.. The Honmoon.. it flashed gold, we are so close and it's so important!”

After that dinner we were brainstorming how to fix Rumi’s voice quickly. And Zoey had the “best” idea to go get some magical tonics from this one place she had heard of. And after we finally got the tonics and as we came out of the clinic Zoey was rambling on about after getting her voice back we could finally focus back on the important stuff like fans-

“Fans!” Mira whisper shouted as we saw some shadows turning into the alleyway we were in, our disguises were not the best so we tried our best to quickly become more unrecognizable-

Until we saw THEM..

Our eyes went wide as the guys walked our way, they all looked so… handsome so sexy… Rumi was the only one who didn’t look absolutely down bad until she saw the 5th guy with black hair.

Meanwhile I was looking at each and every one of them, I mean yeah some of them looked a bit sexier than others but I guess that’s because they're more my time than the others.. When they passed us I could honestly feel all of their gaze landing on me for just a moment before they continued on their way. What the fuck just happened.

And that is how we met our WORST enemies for the first time. Turned out they were a fucking demon boyband. DEMONS in a boyband yeah that's right! I don't know what crack Gwi-ma was on when he sent them to our world but IT’S WORKING. Though I do have to admit… I wonder what it would feel like if-

I smacked my head against the wall groaning, BAD (Name) BAD!!! Do not think of such unholy thoughts about your enemy, especially DEMONS.

We got suited up in our battle gear and oh my I must admit we are always so fabulous. We knew the boyband who are now better known as the “Saja Boys” would be at this game show tonight, we stood backstage looking at them gulping huge amounts of hot sauce, uh yikes. That’s gonna burn coming out- AANYWAY! Rumi said we should wait for them to come backstage and then jump down and make quick work of them, the perfect surprise attack!

We giggled a bit in anticipation as we took our spot over the stage, looking down at them. Little did we know the Jinu guy had noticed us and just as he took the mic talking about “special guests” joining us the lights turned to us at the same time he announced our name. We quickly hid our weapons and forced huge smiles on our faces.

“Yeahh! Hello everyone! We just wanted to yknow congratulate the Saja boys for their successful debut!” Rumi said with forced enthusiasm And after that the game show host and saja boys themselves said we should all slide down into the ballpit, the audience got in on it too so of course we had to oblige, though the leather we wore really made it… awkward to say, the noise was horrible too. Once we finally made it into the ballpit everyone still cheered and now it would be the time to end the show, both us and the Saja boys bowed to each other in fake gratitude and respect as the curtains closed. However once we were finally out of the publics eye they ran off within seconds and we almost had no idea where, but we managed to be able to track them down, to a fucking bathhouse. We had no choice but to go in and it was thankfully empty, and there they stood. “You really followed us here? The men's portion? You guys really are thirsty huh.” Jinu chuckled along with his bandmates. Then the demons came out of nowhere from small ruptures, but like there were a lot of them. You couldn’t lose focus for even a second and if you did it might be game over. At one point my eyes landed on Jinu who just smirked “Have fun you four.” He said as he ran off with everyone else. I looked behind me to see Mira, Zoey and Rumi in a deep fight, they seemed to be taking care of everything fine though, so I took off running after Jinu. I jumped into the air ready to slash him but he managed to dodge my blows one after another, until I finally managed to kick him in the stomach. We landed in a secluded room, it seemed to be a small sauna, the heat made both of our bodies sweaty, yuck disgusting. Finally I managed to corner him, my (weapon’s) handle against his throat as he tried to push me off. The adrenaline was flowing through me, maybe that’s why I felt extra strong right now. “Hah.. you’re a bit stronger… But not strong enough for all of us…” Jinu chuckled. That had me confused, until I could sense the presence of four other people behind us. My eyes widened and my throat closed up on itself. I couldn’t move, I don’t know if I was sweating from the heat or from the fact 5 extremely attractive demon guys were currently alone with me. Jinu quickly took advantage of my shock and pushed me away, I landed on my back, gasping for air. It hurt a little bit but nothing could compare to the sight after I opened my eyes groaning. “There you are… Sorry about the push, hopefully you're not too hurt darling.” Jinu smirked, his eyes glowing a little bit. “G-Get away from me!” I struggled, quickly standing up and forming my weapon once again, surrounded by them.

“Still got a fighting spirit huh? We like that… But don’t think we haven’t seen the way you look at us.. And honestly the feelings are mutual.” Jinu smirked, his fingers slightly grazing my cheek. I was speechless, I felt so small surrounded by them. I could feel their eyes roam my body, taking in every curve and shape. My knees were growing weak, I could feel my body reacting in ways I haven’t felt in awhile. I felt embarrassed, my cheeks flushing a deep red as I tried to not look at any of them. I felt a hand on my shoulder making me flinch. “Calm down bunny.. I won’t hurt you.. too bad.” A deep voice whispered into my ear, I turned around quickly seeing the guy named “Abs”. (bit of a silly name tbh…) ANYWAY “D-don’t-” I struggled to form words until a hand covered my mouth, it was Juni. “Yeah, you’re right… No one has to speak…” He smirked, his other hand slowly going down from my shoulder towards my chest. My eyes widened, I should be struggling, I should be fighting them… But for some reason I wanted this, I wanted them all… I felt myself growing more hot and bothered by the second. The 8 pair of eyes watching Jinu’s every movement, and my reaction. It turned me on so bad. And I swear to god I feel like they could sense my need, with the way their eyes seemed to sharpen with lust. “What do you want…” Jinu asked, uncovering my mouth. “I-I want you… I want you all..” My words were quiet, but that didn’t seem to bother them. It was like a trigger, they had my consent and they wouldn’t back away now. Juni fell back towards one of the seats with me landing on his lap. I moaned out as I felt my ass on his crotch, and he was hard. His knees separating mine as I was exposed to the other guys, not completely nude.. yet. I didn’t even care about how fucked out I already looked, all I cared about was getting that sweet release. “Someone’s impatient hm?” Jinu whispered before his lips attacked my neck, his sharp teeth grazing my skin. I whimpered, it felt so good. The other guys had come closer as well, Romance sitting down on my right side and Mystery on my left. Both of their hands found their way to my chest, feeling me up through my suit. Who knew it felt this fucking good to be touched by like 5 guys at the same time. Oh god I feel like a whore, but honestly i'm a proud hoe rn! 

Abs crouched down between my legs, Baby standing behind him as he preferred to just watch, knowing he would get his turn soon. “I think this suit needs to come off, right boys?” Abs smirked, his hands caressing my inner thighs. “You’re right, I can’t wait to see what you’re hiding under here…” Romance sighed happily, Mystery just nodding along, not really a man of words I see. Their hands turned into a soft purple hue, their nails growing in size as they made quick work of ripping my suit into shreds. I tried to cover myself up but Jinu was quick to grasp both my arms and lock them behind my back. “Don’t cover yourself darling… You wanted this right? To be taken and used by all of us.. you truly have no shame, do you?” He talked softly while Mystery and Romance both leaned down to take one of my tits into their mouths. All i could do was moan through his little speech, my core was on fire, growing wetter by the second. I don’t know if the heat made everything feel 10x better but I was enjoying this. I enjoyed the feeling of being exposed to their hungry eyes, I loved the way their mouths sucked on my tits, the way their tongues swirled around my nipples. My body arched into Juni’s body, my thighs trying to squeeze together to create some sort of friction. Abs was quick to separate my legs to get full access to my core. I did feel slightly embarrassed with his staring but that quickly dissolved as he just dove in like a starved man. His tongue swirling around my clit, making my hips buckle. His movements were precise, taking slow licks up my slit, before sucking on my clit against, his right hand closing in. Fingers painfully close to my opening. I moaned out loudly, begging for him to touch me, to feel his fingers inside. I guess he felt merciful because that’s exactly what he did. I was wet enough to fit 2 of his fingers with no problem, his long slender fingers curling up inside me. It didn’t take long for abs to find that special spot inside me that made my whole body seize. I could barely let out any noise, so over-stimulated, with Juni’s mouth on my neck, Mystery’s and Romance’s mouths on my buds, their hands cressing my stomach and sides. My eyes opened just slightly, the first thing I saw was Baby standing behind Abs, his hand slightly rubbing over his jeans, his eyes seductive as he stared down at me. I felt even more hot knowing the fact he was still enjoying himself, just staring. But I couldn’t think about him for long with the way Abs fingers thrusted deep into me and his tongue on my clit, it was enough to bring me dangerously close to climax. I yelped loudly, hips shaking. “I-Im so close- Please- Let me-” I gasped out, pushing my hips towards his mouth, needing him as close as I could have. “Greedy this one isn’t she?” Baby spoke up for the first time, enjoying watching how his bandmates brought (Name) to the edge of pleasure. “She is so intoxicating… Her scent… I wonder if she tastes just as good.” Jinu said, eyeing down at Abs, slightly jealous of how he was the first one to taste her. With the last curl of his tongue she came undone, her head thrown back in pleasure. Romance and Mystery separated from her breasts, looking down at the mess Abs created. All of them felt their senses heightened up, pupils dilating after smelling her. Their bodies fight against turning into their demon forms. Juni stood up with (name) still in his arms, turning around and setting her against the seat. She was still struggling with getting air into her lungs, slowly coming around from that intense climax. “I think we are all a bit too clothed for this next part.” Romance said smugly, his clawed hands already working on removing his shirt. “She might pass out after seeing what’s coming for her.” Mystery said quietly, following Romance’s lead. “She’s gonna pass out no matter what after we’re done with her.” Jinu grinned. 

(Name) slowly shook her head, coming back to reality, her eyes opening. In Front of her was the shock of her life, she yelled out. All five of them, completely bare, the marks on their bodies glowing ever so often, and oh my god even their dicks had the same marks. Also talking about dicks they were all so different.. Some of them had more girth, others length, already dripping with pre-cum. She felt like she was under some sort of spell as she slowly moved off the seat onto the heated up floor, sitting on her knees, hands traveling up Jinu’s legs and thighs. She looked up at him through her lashes, she looked absolutely ravishing, hair messy, some of it sticking to her forehead, her expression flushed, so full of need. Jinu’s breath hitched as his clawed hand took hold of her hair, bringing her face closer to his cock. “Open wide baby.” He instructed. And she did, her tongue rolled out as the tip landed on it. She could already taste the saltiness of his precum, so delicious. Her mouth closed in on it as her tongue rolled around the sensitive tip. He groaned out while thrusting deeper into her mouth. “Fuck.. Her mouth feels so good- I could get addicted to this.” He moaned out, fangs growing out. “Oh you’re making it sound a little too good. I want some.” Baby chuckled, pushing Jinu out of the way. Taking his place. “Hey! Wait for your turn you fucking moron-” Jinu cussed but decided to let him have his moment, instead just jerking himself off at the sight of her being used by them. (Name) whined at the loss of Jinu’s cock but was soon satisfied again after Baby pushed himself into her warm mouth. His dick was a bit shorter than Jinu’s but the girth was amazing, and like he wasn’t SMALL in any way. Actually none of them were. “Oh shit- You’re right- h-hell.” He whimpered. (Name) looked at the other men who were touching themselves, she didn’t want them feeling left out. She took hold of Abs and Mystery’s dicks, moving her hands up and down. Both of them instinctively reacted and thrusted into her hold. Mystery’s cock was long.. And Abs was just… oh yeah he was the big boy of the group definitely. 

“What a good girl…” Romance smiled, looking down at her. “S-shit.. I-I’m close-” Baby gasped out, his thrusts becoming faster, abusing the back of her throat. She was loving the treatment, even if it was harder to breathe. Her cheeks hollowed out completely, feeling every curve of his veins. “Fuck!” He yelled out as his hips stilled, spilling his load down her throat and she drank up every drop. “Look at that! Drank up everything, what a good slut.” Jinu smirked. Abs and Mystery both were moaning messes as their muscles tensed, her hands working magic on them. She didn’t take long to recover as her mouth went closer to Romance’s cock, taking the tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue just like she did with Jinu. This made the poor guy let out broken whimpers, his legs almost giving out from the sudden sensitivity. Jinu had walked behind her, crouching down, his hand traveling down her stomach towards her cunt. Fingers slowly circling her clit, making her eyes roll back into her head. She separated from Mystery’s cock and turned her head towards Abs’s dick, giving him the same treatment with slight difficulty due to the size difference. It didn’t take long for Mystery to cum onto her hand and arm, and the other to separate from her mouth, spilling his cum all over her chest. “You enjoy being marked by all of us huh?” Romance asked, tilting her head up towards him. “Y-yeah… I-I love it, I want more, please.” She begged, out of breath, whimpering due to Jinu still touching her. “Hah.. I wonder what your huntrix friends would say if they saw you like this.” Abs smiled, his finger stroking her chin. “I-I don’t care… I just want you all.. please. Help me.” She moaned out, getting on all fours. “Well look at that- So submissive.. so perfect.” Jinu said, eyes slightly wide not expecting that. But who was he to complain or deny her. His hands landed on her waist, the tip of his cock just against her slit. Moving his hips up and down just teasing her opening. Though even if she wanted to tease her more, his own self control was slowly withering away. So with the help of his hand he finally sank into her pussy. The feeling was euphoric, both of them immediately letting out strained moans. Her walls gripped him like no tomorrow, so wet, so tight. “Oh.. oh my god- S-Shit- I-I can’t-” He choked on his words, losing himself to his desires. While she was getting absolutely fucked from behind Romance took his spot in front of her mouth, getting on his knees, taking hold of her chin. With a quick ‘open up’ His cock was deep in her throat. She had never felt such pleasure before, seeing the men who just came on her already hardened up and ready to each get a turn with her, it was so sexy. Her body was being rocked back and forth, Jinu’s thrusts growing faster, the sounds of skin clapping together loud. His dick kept hitting that sweet spot in her, she had never felt this full before. All of her whimpers and moans just turned into vibrations against Romance’s cock who could feel himself very close to cumming. Both men reached their climaxes at the same time, spilling deep inside her, not caring about pulling out. The feeling of Jinu’s hot cum inside her was enough to push her over the age as well. Their juices mixed together. As he pulled out her hole leaked, making her thighs sticky and warm. “Help her up guys.” Abs smirked, him and Baby lifting her up from the ground. Her legs could not hold her weight, she was completely at their mercy. She was still so high from her recent orgasm she couldn’t form any words. Though she could feel her right leg being lifted over someone's shoulder. Thankfully she was very flexible. She could feel someone's hands squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, making her suck in air. 

She then felt someone's cock lined up with her entrance again, it felt huge… She could almost guess that- Before her thoughts could finish she saw pure white. Abs slammed himself in her, her pussy clenching around him like no tomorrow. He grunted loudly, his other hand holding the leg on his shoulder and the other on her waist. She whimpered and moaned with every thrust, his dick easily smacked against her cervix, his pelvis hitting her clit with every thrust. “O-oh- Oh my- Shiiiit-” She shook her head, trying to get away from his harsh treatment, it felt too good. She was too sensitive. “P-Please- Ah- Slower- No-” Her hands were pulled behind her, making her body arch in an awkward angle. His mouth quickly over hers, shutting her up. “Shit man- This pussy is amazing! Ah- I don’t know how long I can hold my form back-” Abs grunted, his marks glowing brighter, same with the others. “Right?! She is so intoxicating, I want to taste her soul… Ahg-” Romance inhaled her scent, his tongue licking her neck. “Do you think she could take two at the same time?” Mystery asked with an evil smile. “She definitely could… go for it… break her for good, that’s what she wants anyway.” Jinu laughed. Mystery went behind her, as the others gave him space. Abs slowed down for just a moment, both of the men looking at each other with a sly smile. Mystery lined up his dick right next to Abs and sunk in. She let out a loud yell, the pain… It was delicious. It was good, she had never been this full, never this turned on. “Oh my god look at that! She took it with no problem!” Baby and Jinu both laughed out loud. Both Abs and Mystery now worked together, creating an odd rhythm but it worked. When one went in the other went out. All of her spots being hit continuously was too much, she felt weird, something she had never felt before. “A- Im cuming- Im cuming-” She repeated before her cunt clenched hard around the two men who also just about got pushed over the edge, painting her walls white. The pressure was too much as she squirted out right onto Abs’s abdomen. Both of them retreated from her warmth, leaving her disappointed, she was obsessed, she needed more.

“You still want more? What a slut you are… oh god-” Jinu said, sweating from holding himself back. “I want more of her.. I need more of her.” Romance said. He was the first one whose self control cracked as his body turned purple, his demon side in full show. He basically snatched her out of Abs and Mystery’s hold, bending her over one of the seats, slamming himself right on into her. She yelled out, legs shaking her body rocking back and forth against the wooden surface. His thrusts didn’t falter, hand pushing down her back, keeping her down. It was inhuman how fast he could move against her, making her unable to understand shit. She was completely fucked out. The other guys were staring at their bandmate losing himself, and the way she was completely bare, completely at their mercy for them to destroy finally seemed to snap any of their self restraint. Baby was the second one who snapped, he jumped towards Romance pulling him out before he could finish his peak, pulling (Name) from the seat, placing her on her back, inserting himself into her. Immediately hitting her sweet spot causing her to cum right then and there. Poor Baby had been edged for so long that when her pussy clenched around him deliciously he just came deep into her, but that didn’t mean his cock didn’t get hard again immediately. “Out of the way, I want this pussy again.” Jinu pulled him off, his form also now changed. “Ah- J-Jinu- SO sensitive- Wait-” Though her pleas fell into deaf ears as some sat in front of her pressing her face into their dick. It was Mystery. She didn’t waste time giving him access, still tasting all of their cum on his cock, tongue swirling around him, savoring the taste. Abs and Romance kissed along her body, occasionally sucking and biting, leaving very visible marks on her. Jinus dick was smacking into her hard and rough, chasing only his own pleasure, he was indeed a selfish man. But even if he wasn’t looking out for her that doesn’t mean his thrusts weren’t painfully pleasurable. Every thrust felt like pure torture, her clit was so sensitive even the slightest touch had her body seizing up. Her eyes watering up from everything happening, make up becoming ruined. Jinu’s clawed hands sank into her waist, drawing the smallest amounts of blood. His grunts loud as he came into her for the second time. Mystery separated from her mouth after feeling himself cumming, ropes of his cum going onto her face, messing up her make up even more. All of them looked down at her on the floor, her poor pussy completely messed up and leaking, her face ruined, hair messy, body full of marks. All of their dicks got even harder, it's like she was their own aphrodisiac. 

“How do you feel?” Jinu sighed, his eyes dark with lust. “Mmmh-” She couldn’t say anything else, her legs twitching. “Fuck she looks so delicious like this…” Baby groaned, itching to sink deep into her again. “Can’t we just bring her with us? Our own personal cock sleeve.” Romance sighed dreamingly. She opened her eyes slightly, slowly coming to her senses, everything hurt, but it was so worth it. Her hands roaming through her body feeling the sticky cum and the marks they had given her just a moment ago. “Please…” She whimpered. “Aw you poor thing… We fucked you so good you can’t think about anything else now can you?” Abs smirked next to Jinu. Just as Jinu was about to go in for a kiss he heard distant yells, it sounded like her voice was being yelled out. He stood up looking at his bandmates and nodding at them, they all turned into pink smoke, disappearing from sight. “Sorry to cut this short… and not being able to take care of you more… But your friends are coming, and I don't think you wanna be seen like this…” He chuckled, snapping his fingers as the pink smoke surrounded them both, suddenly her clothes were back in one piece and he was completely dressed up. “I recommend you just tell them you got beat and somehow left alive… you figure it out… But don’t worry, we’ll see you real soon…” He gave her a kiss before disappearing. And right on time too. “Oh my god there you are!! Are you okay? Are you hurt?!” The girls bursted into the room, looking at all the messed up seats that just looked broken and then staring at her messed up hair.

“I-Im fine… Really- Ahg-” She groaned still not being able to stand properly or even realise what the fuck just happened. “We need to get you home!” “Don’t ever run off like that!!” The entire journey home she was scolded but all she could think about was Jinu and his final words. And overall the fucking gangbang she just went through… THE BEST sex she had ever had, honestly. She looked out of her window after finally being left alone by the girls and could feel herself growing wet again, not being able to forget how their touch felt and how their cocks felt inside her. Oh yeah she was definitely waiting for the next time. - thanks guys i did my duty

[jarofstyles]

I love the idea of like imagine them having a random conversation completely unrelated to anything theyre doing, maybe its like after sex or something so theyre naked and shes straddling him or honestly hes straddling her doesnt matter lol, and he is just palming at her and pinching her nipples with a ~hiss~ , but still being engaged in the conversation

Omg love this idea let me write a bit of that!

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Warnings- nipple play, cockwarming, unprotected sex, play fighting, slight chihuahua slander (I had one I promise it isn’t personal), name calling, gossip

“S’not really my business, but in my opinion they aren’t compatible.” It wasn’t Harry’s business, no, but he always had an opinion. The man had a soft spot for gossip.

“I don’t think so either.” Y/N’s hands dragged down his chest, stroking over the soft, thin layer of hair that had begun growing there. “It’s like… she told me they get dressed right after sex. They don’t like seeing each other naked besides for sex.” Her face showed how odd she thought it was, but she knew she was a bit biased. Considering they’d been finished for a little bit now and she was as naked as the day she was born- and he was still snugly warm inside of her- she knew that their relationship acted on different perimeters than most of her friends.

There was no hint of shy between the two of them. Being naked together was an activity they both enjoyed since the earlier days of their intimacy. Skin to skin did wonders for them.

“Mm.” Harry sighed, looking from her tits back up to her eyes. “Yeah. Wouldn’t really fly with us, now would it?” Taking her pebbled nipple between his fingers, he tweaked it a little bit to get a squeak out of her. The tiny glare melted when he tugged at it a little bit, rolling it between his fingertips. “Think I’d probably die if I didn’t get my all access pass t’these babies.”

Letting out a little snort, Y/N closed her eyes as she let him play with her. “Yeah, yeah. We’ve got an abnormally nice relationship though. I’m always sitting in silence when some of my friends talk about their partners like they hate them. It’s weird.” It wasn’t like Y/N hadn’t had bad relationships but she didn’t like that it felt like the norm for a lot of people around her.

“Well, S’a bit complicated. A lot of them probably feel like they invested a lot of time into the relationship and don’t want t’call it because it’ll feel like a waste.” He was speaking from prior experience. Before he met Y/N he had been in a dull, resentful relationship that he was simply too stubborn to leave.

Thank fuck that was over.

“Yeah. I don’t want to be super judgmental.” Her breathing caught as he switched to her other nipple. Tossing her slightly sweat damp hair over her shoulder, she leaned further into his touch as he sat up with her in his lap to give her a kiss.

“You? Judgmental?” Harry was being facetious against her lips. His girlfriend had subjected him to her inner monologue while watching Project Runway. She was at least a little bit judgey.

“Watch it.” Her fingers pinched his nose lightly which made his features scrunch up. “Or I’ll pinch your nipples this time.”

“Do it. A little tit play doesn’t scare me.” He sniffed, taking her other breast in his hand. Double fisting, so to speak. “I’m happy to explore things with you. Just say the word-“ A hiss interrupted his sentence, a handful of his hair now tugged roughly and jerking his head back a little bit. “Rude.”

Y/N rose a brow at him considering they both felt him twitch inside of her from the manhandling.

“I’m correcting you. You keep misbehaving. Have to train you somehow.”

“What am I? A golden retriever?” He sputtered, though there was no real displeasure on his face. They both knew he liked to be roughed up a little bit.

“No. You’re a chihuahua.”

“A chihuahua?” The word was exasperated, the ego taking a hit. “I’d much rather be a golden retriever. The fuck?”

“Yep. You’re yappy, you tend to have one or two favorite people, aka me, more bark than bite- ouch, watch your fuckin’ fingers- like to play dress up, you could be considered an ankle biter-“ The last of her sentence was cut off with an ‘Oof’ as he took the relaxed state of her to manhandle right back, tossing her on her back.

“Watch your mouth.” He grunted, wrestling her slightly as he trapped both her wrists and pinned them above her. “Rude ass little thing you are. Thought two orgasms would have fucked the attitude out of you, but apparently- stop fucking squirming- you like to be a brat.”

Y/N blinked up at him with a scowl. “You like my attitude. Quite literally told me that when I talk back, you get hard.” Despite the play of trying to free her arms, she lifted her legs to wrap around his hips. “Now we’re both stuck. See? You had to go n’toss me like a doll or something.”

“A man with the essence of a chihuahua wouldn’t be able to do that.” Harry snarked back, pushing himself to the hilt inside of her. “Made me have to take over and you’ve gone and leaked spunk all over the place. What a mess.” Shaking his head, he leaned down to bite her bottom lip, not exactly gently. “Now M’gonna have to push it all back into you. Always causing problems, aren’t you?”

[potatodemon-beesensible]

I really like how closeted Kris looks here. Like… genuinely not feeling right being human and trying to present as a goat monster like the rest of their family. Reminds me of when I REALLY did not want to be masculine and went full femboy. Nowadays I’m still that, just more confident and assured in it. I still hate presenting as masc ^^”

Like… when I say “masculine/masc” I mean outright short buzzcut tanktop kinda masculine. Frankly… I’d be fine wearing a tank top since my hair’s all grown out and fluffy now. Because it’d feel more andro i and I love androgynous fashion. Like… I always love going for andro with feminine vibes y’know? Most of the time that’s how I’ll dress. But there was a time I wore pink every day and tried concealing myself as much as possible. Had a pink beanie to hide my short hair, it bothered me if I wasn’t wearing my fem shorts, I kept my legs shaved, all that. Well- any leg hair I have grates on me and I hate looking at it even now. But yea. Oh, also always wore a scarf because I was self conscious about my shoulders. They aren’t that broad and if anything people’ve called them skinny or average but my mind’s always conflated it. Nowadays I’m cool with my shoulders. I used to have a lot of dysphoria with them though.

Okay, back to the comic. First off, Kris is dressing as Ralsei. Ralsei being Kris’s ideal version of themself they had back in middle school is really cool to me. A part of them exploring their identity. Even now in the current events of Deltarune with Kris being a teenager they’re uncomfortable seeing other humans in that one library book… so I imagine anytime it’s pointed out that they’re human is highly uncomfortable for them. Which may be a part of why they’re so depressed by the time the game starts. Everyone in town didn’t seem to think much of them wearing the horn headband around everywhere as a kid… I think it was Kris trying to express that they REALLY weren’t comfortable being referred to as a human. And as everyone kept brushing it off without picking up on the signs Kris got more depressed, closeted, less genuine. In Chapters 3-4 we see that Kris has genuinely opened up and can share some REALLY cute and happy moments with Susie. And it’s cool to see them heal and progress in such small yet significant ways.

This also adds some cool layers to Kris being defensive about Ralsei looking different from Asriel. Because if the Ralsei fursona theory’s correct then Ralsei’s a lot more personal to Kris than we may have thought… of course Kris wouldn’t feel particularly close to Ralsei as meeting the middle school you’s ideal version of themselves would be pretty awkward. But Ralsei does seem to have grown on Kris in the more recent chapters… assumedly because of how much more genuine Ralsei’s being. Which makes Keis more comfortable around Ralsei since he’s not putting on a front all the time. Like… Ralsei doesn’t seem like the kind of person Kris’d hang out with one on one in the same sense as they’d do with Susie. But Kris does very genuinely care and basically shushes us if we try hurting Ralsei’s feelings. Which is… ungodly adorable. So damn sweet.

In other words, in Kris’s eyes Ralsei is one of the homies. That’s how I’d sum up their relationship. Also, I wouldn’t doubt it if part of the reason Ralsei could follow Kris and Susie from fountain to fountain without a Light World Object is because he’s Kris’s shadow basically. As long as Kris is in a Dark World, Ralsei belongs due to being a part of Kris’s identity at one point. And now Ralsei’s getting close to Susie and he means MORE than the purpose he was assigned. He’s his own person now with people he wants to live for and that terrifies him after so long not considering himself to be one. Which… hits for me. Very 1:1 to my own life. I love muh fluffy boi ;-;

Ralsei’s ona my trauma comfort characters now. He just is. Also just a normal comfort character but ye. Fluffy boy.

Also Kris getting euphoria from their nose being compared to Noelle’s is… so damn precious.

one step closer to fitting in

close ups:

[rori-is-writing]

⎯⟢ Life Line ⟣⎯

⟪ ⟨ Ch 1: Fancy Meeting You Here ⟩ ⟫

A The Pitt Reader X Soulmate AU.

Multi-Chapter | Explicit | Dr. Robby x Fem!Reader | 2,110 words ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ Summary: You had always wondered what it would be like to meet your soulmate...Yet, of all the scenarios you had dreamt up over the years, meeting your soulmate in the ER as your lifeblood poured out onto the floor was not one of them.  ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ Tags: Age Gap (20+ years), Brief mentions of near-death experience/shooting trauma, Caretaking, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD, Soulmates

Read on AO3 | The Pitt Masterlist

[ A/N: Inspired by @i-mushi's wonderful Soulmate AU, Strings That Bind.

For my dear @wisps-writes-fic. Happy Birthday (yes, I know it's not your birthday but I finished early)! I tried so hard to make this a one-shot and failed miserably. So you're getting a multi-chapter fic. Everyone is very upset about this I'm sure. 😂

I would just like to apologize in advance to all medical professionals who read this. I am not a doctor or any kind of medical professional so my knowledge about medical and hospital procedure is limited. Please forgive me. ]

You had always wondered what it would be like to meet your soulmate. 

As a child you’d always assumed it would be like something out of a fairytale. Some dashing faceless person come to sweep you off your feet and battle the monsters under your bed. And later, when you’d grown into a teenager you had begun imagining more realistic—but still romantic—scenarios. A meet-cute in a coffee shop perhaps. Or reaching for the same book in the library. 

Yet, of all the scenarios you had dreamt up over the years, meeting your soulmate in the ER as your lifeblood poured out onto the floor was not one of them. 

“Oh,” you slur when you lock eyes with the man who upends your entire world.  “You’re taller than I thought you’d be…”

It is a feeling like no other. A reordering of the universe. A wild, giddy elation that is headier than drugs and more shocking than a punch to the gut. Like a piece has finally slotted into place in your chest and you can finally breathe normally for the first time in your life. 

He’s handsome, your soulmate. With wide brown eyes and hair that has just started to go gray around the edges. You wonder what he looks like when he smiles. He’s not smiling now though. In fact, he looks positively petrified. You reach out and touch his cheek, inadvertently smearing your blood across his skin—a subconscious sort of claiming if there ever was one. 

“Hey,” you say, a little delirious, as if scolding a toddler. “Turn that frown upside down.” 

And then the blood loss pulls you into its seductive embrace. 

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It feels as if it’s only moments later that you see him again, though he tells you it’s been hours. 

“You’re lucky to be alive,” he says softly, an agonized look on his face. He sits at your beside, elbows on his knees, hunched over as if the weight of the world were dragging him down. 

You nod at him, not so sure what to say now that blood loss and copious amounts of morphine are no longer loosening your tongue. 

“We nearly…” he trails off, his eyes haunted by some unseen vision. “…I…nearly lost you.” 

You can hear the terror in his voice. The sheer, unadulterated fear of losing his soulmate only moments after finding you. 

“I’m…glad you…didn’t…” you say, your throat scratchy and raw from from what you assume was a tube that had been shoved down there while you were unconscious. 

You move your fingers across the blanket until they brush against his. He stares at them for a beat. Two. Three. And then, slowly, curls his fingers around your own with a gentleness that breaks your heart. 

“So…” you rasp with an awkward smile. “What’s your name?”

Your question must catch him off guard because he suddenly barks out a laugh, and finally—finally!—you see that smile you were so hoping to see when you first met. Somehow, you think, he is even more handsome than before. 

“Michael,” he tells you, his eyes crinkling at the edges. “Michael Robinavitch.”

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You’re not really sure what the protocol for meeting your soulmate is. Are you together now? Should one of you ask the other on a date? Or was it like that one reality show you liked to pretend you didn’t watch where a couple were expected to marry after a week of knowing each other? 

Truthfully, you didn’t actually know all that much about soulmates. They were uncommon enough that you’d never actually met anyone who had one, and the movies made it seem like some fairytale where the couple was swept up into some epic love story where the realities of real life were glossed over entirely. 

Luckily for you, you had more than enough time to figure it out seeing as how you were essentially chained to your hospital bed these days. The one time you tried bringing up going home Michael had looked at you like you had lost your mind. 

“I spent two hours repairing your liver.”

You blink at him, uncomprehending. 

“…Oh…kay? So I’m fine now?”

You certainly don’t feel fine—in fact, you feel a bit like you’ve been hit by a truck—but you figure that little admission won’t help your case so you choose to leave that tidbit out of your argument. 

As if he can hear your thoughts, he shakes his head with a ‘can you believe this?’ look on his face. 

Wow. Rude. 

“You’re not going anywhere until I say so.” 

You realize with slowly dawning comprehension that your new soulmate has a bossy streak a mile wide. 

How charming. 

(Not.)

There are other things you learn about your soulmate in the following days. He likes Italian sandwiches (delicious). His favorite genre of music is dad rock (you prefer bubblegum pop, much to his dismay). But, most importantly, he is a wizened fifty-three to your paltry twenty-five. Perhaps the vast age gape should bother you—and, in some small ways, it does—but instead you find it oddly…comforting. 

It’s just…nice. Knowing that your soulmate is so grounded and knowledgable. That he has his shit together when you yourself still feel like you’re in that wobbly, awkward stage of life where you have no idea what you’re doing. You may feel like a teenager still playacting at being an adult sometimes but he is a real adult. You bet he even has a retirement portfolio. 

(What must that be like?)

On the flip side, you wonder what he must think of you. What does your mysterious, soft-spoken doctor think of having a soulmate just over half of his age? Do you seem naive to him? Childish? God, you hoped not. 

Eventually a week in, you try to suss the information out of him through careful—i.e. blunderingly obvious—questioning. 

“So,” you say nonchalantly as you watch him squint at your chart on the computer monitor. Technically he isn’t your doctor anymore as you’ve long since been moved upstairs into one of the surgical recovery wings…but that certainly hasn’t stopped him from visiting you every day before, during, and after his shifts to check up on you and critique your care team’s work. 

“Mm?” Michael grunts in acknowledgment, still distracted by whatever he’s reading. 

“What’s your type?”

You see the moment the question finally breaks through his focus because he frowns, eyes flicking to the side to stare at you through those black-framed glasses of his. 

(Have you always been attracted to men with glasses? Or is it just him? Much to think on.)

“My…type.” He doesn’t say it like a question, but like he’s parroting the phrase back to you to make sure that is indeed what you said. 

“Yeah. You know, like some guys like blondes, some like brunettes…” you trail off, urging him to pick up where you’ve left off because this isn’t going nearly how you’d expected. Most men loved talking about themselves. Especially about the kinds of women they were into. It was practically their favorite subject outside of sports and the Roman Empire. 

Or maybe that was just men your age…

What did older men talk about anyway? Stocks? Their aching backs? The AARP? 

Michael just stared at you, a furrow between his brows like he can’t quite figure you out, before turning back to the monitor. 

“Can’t say I have one.” 

Now you’re the one to frown. 

“Everyone has a type.” 

He shrugs. “Not me.” 

“Who was the last person you dated?” 

You can see his jaw working, like he’s fighting a smile—or a grimace. “Have you always been this chatty?”

“It’s not like I have a whole lot else to do in here,” you insist. “There’s only so much daytime TV and TikTok I can consume before I start wanting to grill all the nurses about the local gossip.” 

This is, in fact, true. You’ve probably learned more from the nurses about the inner workings of this hospital than even some of the doctors are privy to. 

“Oh?” He asks, amused. “And, pray tell, what have you learned?” 

“I can’t tell you that,” you say gravely. “I was sworn to secrecy. On pain of death.” 

“Death?” Yep, that’s definitely a smile. “That seems a little extreme. Do I have to fight the nurses?”

“No, because I would never give them up.”

“Good, because if it came down to me and the nurses…my money is on the nurses.” 

You nod sagely. “You’re so wise.”

“Years of experience,” he says, and then frowns—as if only just now realizing the age gap between you. 

Ah. So he hadn’t thought about it. Well, in fairness, he has been very busy lately. Poor thing. Taking pity on him, you reach over and pat his shoulder. 

“Don’t worry,” you tell him sagely, suddenly feeling much more calm about this now that you know he’s just as hopelessly in over his head as you are. “We’ll figure it out.” 

He stares at you, long and hard, before finally nodding—like he’s too afraid to voice whatever he’s feeling. 

And later, after he’s left for the night and you’re settling into a doze, you suddenly remember that he never actually answered your question. 

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“Who are you?”

You blink awake to a strange new doctor scrolling through your chart on the monitor beside your bed. A doctor that is, distinctly, neither your usual doctor nor your soulmate. He looks around Michael’s age—middle-aged or close to it—with soft curling hair that is almost as much silver as it is brown. He turns to face you, seeming surprised to find you awake. 

“Doctor Abbot. I’m from downstairs. Robby asked me to check up on you.”

“Robby?” You ask groggily. While you’re grateful for the drugs that knock you out every night, you’re not so thrilled about how lethargic and fuzzy they make you feel every time you wake up. 

“Michael,” he corrects. “Your…well…you know.” 

Yes. You certainly do know. 

“Mm,” you say instead, as good an acknowledgment as any. “Is he busy or something?” 

“Surgery,” he explains simply before turning back to your chart. “It’s a complicated one so it might be a bit.”

“I see.”

You wonder then if this will be what the rest of your life will be like. Waiting around for your more important other half as he saves lives and is late to see you. But almost as soon as you think it you feel guilty. Of course whoever is being operated on takes precedence over you. You don’t get to monopolize the man just because you’re bored and have gotten greedy with his time. 

Ugh, you needed to get the hell out of this place. 

You eye Doctor Abbot then, wondering if he’ll be more open about your care than Michael is. 

“When do you think I’ll be able to go home?” 

His eyebrows raise, but he doesn’t say anything, just scrolls through your chart. 

“It says here they’ll likely discharge you in a week if you continue the way you have.” 

You make a face. “Ugh.”

“I didn’t realize I was such terrible company,” he says, lips quirking into small smile. 

“No offense, but I hate hospitals.” 

“This might surprise you, but most people do.” 

“I just…feel like I’ve been in this bed forever,” you complain, the floodgates finally bursting open after a week of your soulmate’s constant hovering. “I feel useless.”

You can feel tears of frustration beginning to well at the corners of your eyes, which only makes you more upset. You’ve been independent since nearly as long as you could remember. You’re not used to just sitting around. And yet all it had taken to derail your entire life was some dumb fucking idiot with a pile of guns who probably spent way too much time on 4chan or 8chan or whatever other creepy website weirdos like him hung out on. 

It just…it wasn’t fair. 

“Hey,” Doctor Abbot says softly, attention now turned fully to you. His eyes are brown, you realize. Just like your soulmate’s. “You’ll be home before you know it. You’ve been doing real well. Your chart says you’re healing on schedule. We’re only keeping you here a little longer because we need to make sure your liver will be alright once you’re on your own. Okay?” 

You sniff, feeling simultaneously pathetic and reassured. He squeezes your shoulder, a strange mirror to you comforting Michael only the day before.

“We’ll get you through this kid. Just let us help you.” 

You nod. 

“Okay.” 

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[ventique18]

🐉 who just posted a new tweet:

"I just had a child"

... and suddenly his comment section blows up. Some congratulate him. Some are confused, but still say they're happy for him. Some didn't take the news lightly.

🦁: Couldn't even keep it in his pants smfh **This comment was deleted by the user**

🦁: Congratulations, Malleus. I hope the child grows up happy and healthy. <- He realized it'll become an international news

❤️: Hey, I know you're a prince and I'm just some guy from the city but I don't gaf what you'll do to me I just need to say my piece. 🌸 is my friend and even though I trust her to make the right decisions, I just think you're not exactly one of her best decisions. I thought it was fine bc maybe you're both just fooling around but now she's pregnant because of you. I swear to the seven if you pump and dump her because she's a nobody and your castle wants a princess or smth I'm gonna have Deuce beat your ass idgaf if you're the god of the universe idgaf! If I die tomorrow the world knows who did it!

🐊: HOW DARE YOU TALK TO LORD MALLEUS LIKE THAT, HUMAN!!!!! HE WILL BE A RESPONSIBLE FATHER!!!!! HE TOOK CARE OF SILVER!!!!

♠️: I don't get why I was namedropped but yeah! What Ace said! I ain't no coward!

🐊: IF YOU'RE NOT A COWARD THEN FACE ME IN BATTLE

🐺: Yeah we'll beat you up! And shut up Sebek! I thought you were our friend!

🐊: YOU SHUT UP

🍎: SEBEK YOU TRAITOR!!!! 👹👹👹👹👹

🌸: What are you all talking about? I'm not pregnant? Hornton were you seeing someone all along???????

The comments section is filled with hundreds of comments, with 80% of them being Sebek's altercation with anyone even remotely showing disapproval towards the news.

Minutes later, 🐉's account posted another tweet:"tell me I look like a goat. And I could not, for the life of me, understand why. I do not bleat, nor do I like eating grass."

He accidentally posted the first part early and he didn't understand why it suddenly disappeared. He just assumed it worked like paper and the first page was already filled, so he created a new post as a continuation.

Nobody got that at first though, so some (one person) actually commented on his post with

🦁: "You look like a goat"

The entire post was "I just had a child tell me I look like a goat. And I could not, for the life of me, understand why. I do not bleat, nor do I like eating grass."

[revelboo]

we've gotten twinsies with Predaking- we need a trio of baby dino kids with Grimlock Revel I am BEGGING plz!!

🤣 why not?

Domestic

Grimlock x Reader

• Groaning as a little ped kicks you in the jaw, you squint as your smallest whines and rolls onto his back, a ped against your neck. And you hear his siblings growling and chirping. Already awake and in their alt modes even though you just want to sleep in. But your only daughter falls against your hip chirping aggressively as your biggest tries to see if he can get her whole head in his mouth, stubby little forelimbs flailing at each other. “Let’s not do that,” you grumble, reluctantly sitting up to separate them as they warble at each other. Know they’re just playing clumsily like a pair of kittens, but they still have sharp little denta. Dragging the runt into your lap when he fusses about losing your warmth, you slide out of your bed and manage to wrangle your smallest and his sister into your arms, their weight always a surprise when they’re so small. And your biggest wobbles clumsily around your feet so you occasionally have to hook your bare toes under his chin when his big head almost tips him over. All three of them uncoordinated and unsure of their balance.

• Head turning from where he’s lying in the sun guarding the cabin and waiting on m you and the sparklings to wake, Grimlock rolls onto his belly when you finally shuffle barefoot into the sun, squinting. Transforming and kneeling to offer you his cupped hands, he watches you place one sparkling, then the other in his hands before turning to pick up the biggest as he chirps, tail flicking. “Bath time,” you murmur, handing him the third one and he waits until you groan and climb into his hands, too. “Grim, hun, if you dump me in the lake again, I’m going to be angry.”

• “Bath time,” he growls, sounding amused as he carries you and the kids carefully down to the lake. You don’t know if it’s from bonding him or if whatever happened to him is healing, but he’s been getting better. More focused. He’s still not much for conversation, but he can actually hold one now. As long as he’s in his big, dinosaur form. Know he gets frustrated when he’s trying to say something and he can’t remember the words, can’t focus long enough to get them out. Hands tipping to let you slide off and lift the kids down one by one, you’re not even surprised when the biggest of the triplets just runs right for the water, tripping over his own big peds before he gets there and screeching about it.

• Transforming back into his altmode, he wades into the shallows and lays down, using his body as a barrier to keep the sparklings out of the deeper water and forming a little pool for them to play in. Head tipping to watch you and them, he knows the little ones aren’t very coordinated at this age. Heads and peds too big in their altmodes, but they can at least get around. In their bot modes, they’re wholly dependent on you or him, barely crawling. And you’re fishing out a bar of soap, lathering your hands and then trying to scrub the younglings before they can get into the water.

• Not even surprised when the biggest of the triplets immediately flops on his belly in the mud, wiggling slightly before rolling and doing another happy wiggle on his back, you sigh. Sitting on the grassy bank, you watch your smallest transform and try to get up into your lap, almost rolling backwards before you help him and he sprawls across your legs in the sun. Your daughter is at least swimming. Kind of. She’s in the shallow water anyway, jaws open chasing some poor minnow or bug and clearing her vents aggressively every time she pitches forward off balance and her whole head submerges. And you’re almost drowsing in the sun when Grimlock uses his tail to slide you into the icy water with him and the kids. “Grim!”

• Huffing out a laugh at your indignant sputtering, he leans his head against you as you scramble to your feet, his smallest in your arms chirping in surprise. “You need to lead by example with sparklings,” he says as you glower at him, but his biggest is waddling down to flop in the water as your shoulders hunch. And you’re muttering under your breath as you move closer to him, shivering and leaning into his frame and his warmth. Feels guilty watching you shivering nonstop before you reluctantly set down your youngest and strip to wash in the cold water, trying to scrub the sparklings when they wander close enough in their play. Knows he’s going to have to return to the Autobots soon, that you deserve better than an abandoned cabin that’s falling in on itself. And he hasn’t been able to track the Insecticons to figure out if they’re still holed up in the area, can’t let those abominations live. Can’t let them harm you or his young. Worried he watches his sparklings play wrestle with little chirps as you bend to scrub your hair.

[oleander-cup]

cheat days - you bring your boyfriend lunch at practice // wc: 1.3k // pairing: sakusa x baker reader // content: atsumu is a flirt, sakusa gets jealous, secret relationship (sorta?), fluff

All you had wanted to do was bring your boyfriend lunch because he forgot it at home. Of course you had also been baking a new recipe and needed feedback on it, so the obvious choice was your boyfriend. You had texted him letting him know you would be stopping by practice with his lunch and a small treat. Once you had reached the doors of the gym though it all seemed to go down hill. You weren’t yet ready for work so you had left the house in one of his hoodies and a simple skirt. 

You had completely forgotten that his teammates weren’t made aware of your relationship when you stepped through the door, bento box and clear container of cookies in hand. Unfortunately for you Atsumu was the first to see you. He made his way over with a smile while you stood at the door looking around for your boyfriend. “Aren’t you a cute little fan!” Your eye twitched as he approached and readjusted the mask on your face. You didn’t really want to interact with more people than necessary but here you are. You smiled before remembering the mask on your face obscured it so you lifted your hand to give him a small wave. “And who might those cookies be for? Me?” You couldn’t help but laugh a little at his overconfidence.

“No.” Your eyes continued to scan the gym but still no sign of your boyfriend. How you couldn’t find Sakusa was a mystery to you since he usually stuck out like a sore thumb. Atsumu gathered your attention again by waving a hand in front of your face. 

“How you wound me. So who might the cookies and lunch be for then cutie?” He was starting to annoy you a little bit with his blatant flirting. Couldn’t he see how uninterested you were? You thought you were making it fairly obvious. Luckily though you catch a glimpse of your tall boyfriend. It seemed he had gone to the locker room to grab something, his phone. He looked almost as annoyed as you. Your face lit up when you saw him though. “Oh?” Atsumu followed your line of sight. “Sorry to disappoint but Omi Omi doesn’t really take gifts from fans.” You rolled your eyes and pushed past him to your boyfriend. 

Atsumu looked in shock as he saw a smile spread across Sakusa’s face upon seeing you. Was he opening his arms for a hug? Now he was really confused. Atsumu rushed over to watch the interaction. “Who is this Omi Omi?”

Sakusa sighed and kept one arm around your shoulders as you leaned into him. He would’ve been happy had the short outburst from Miya not collected the attention of the rest of the team. “My girlfriend dimwit.” He scoffs as you look at him like he hung the stars in the sky. The team is in shock, Sakusa? Brooding, cold, uninterested Sakusa has a girlfriend before them? How did that happen? 

“What?!” Atsumu lets out a yelp in surprise. “Why didn’t you say so earlier? I look stupid now!”

“You don’t need any help with that,” Sakusa tsked. 

“I’m so sorry for flirting with you earlier.” Atsumu bowed towards you. Oh, there was that scowl he was so used to seeing. 

“You flirted with my girlfriend?”

“How was I supposed to know she was your girlfriend! We didn’t even know you had one until a few minutes ago!” 

“Maybe look with your eyes at the hoodie she’s wearing,” Sakusa scoffs and motions to your hoodie. Upon first glance it looks like a regular MSBY Sakusa hoodie but Atsumu can see it’s one of the ones the team was gifted. Instead of the usual black the hoodie is gold with the mascot on the chest and the number 15 in black across your midriff. He’s sure if he looked on the back it would say Sakusa. Atsumu visibly deflated.

“It’s not my fault Omi! I thought she was just a cute little fan!”

“Yeah, my little fan.” Sakusa rolls his eyes. You let out another small laugh at the exchange and shake the bento box and cookie container. 

“I need you to taste test these cookies my love,” you say gently as Sakusa leads you over to the bench where the two of you sit down. Atsumu is still upset that he didn’t know his friend had a partner and that he made their first meeting awkward by flirting with her. 

He still thought it was unfair that Sakusa had a girlfriend to bring him lunch and sweet treats when he doesn’t think he’s ever seen Sakusa eat a sweet before. He’s sure the other boy has but Atsumu has never been witness to it. Sakusa takes the container gently from your hands and takes a cookie from the box. They’re simple but you wanted to make sure they were good. Sakusa isn’t one to sugar coat anything so you always trust his opinion. 

It’s a chocolate cookie with sprinkles in it like a confetti cookie. Sakusa takes a small bite and gives you an even smaller smile now that he’s aware of the eyes on him. “It’s good, maybe add more sugar though the sweeter they are the better they’ll probably sell.” Sell? Atsumu takes another look at you. You nod at Sakusa’s review and smile as you stand up. 

“You’re more than welcome to share with the rest of your team. There should be enough in there, also don’t forget your lunch next time. I won’t always have time before work to bring it to you.”

“How do you know I didn’t leave it on purpose just to see you again?” This causes your face to grow much warmer than it was a minute ago. Sakusa flirting always caught you off guard, you don’t think you’ll ever be used to it. 

“Kiyo, silly boy.” You shake your head and ruffle his hair slightly. He shakes his head and fixes his hair. “I have to go, but play nice with your teammates. I’ll see you at home.” You pull your mask down and kiss over his moles before quickly leaving. While Sakusa isn’t one for PDA he can’t complain about your sweet treats and even sweeter kisses. 

“So, Omi Omi. What did you mean by "sell better?”

Sakusa rolls his eyes. “You really can’t be this dense can you?” He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “She owns a bakery. I taste test her new stuff so she knows whether she should sell it or not.” Atsumu rolls his own eyes.

“Right, and you taste test everything?” Sakusa nods, a small blush taking its place on his face. “But I’ve never seen you eat anything sweet.”

“I didn’t used to. I used to hate cheat days but I love my girlfriend and want to support her as much as she supports me.” Sakusa turns his face away at his confession. 

“Aww! Omi Omi! You’re really a big softie no matter how you usually act!” 

“Only for her.” He states, this doesn’t stop the coos Atsumu lets out. It in fact makes it worse.

“You’re such a simp Omi!”

“You’re just jealous I have a girlfriend and you don’t.”

Atsumu clutches his chest as he gasps in shock. “I’m hurt Omi! How could you say such a thing?” Sakusa stands up and rolls his eyes again, Miya really does give him a headache sometimes. 

“Get back to practice Miya.” 

“Whatever you say Omi Omi! Your girlfriend seems nice though, you should bring her to ‘Samu’s so she can properly meet everyone.” Even if Miya gives him headaches he’s glad his friend likes his girlfriend though. If he’s being honest he was scared you and Atsumu wouldn’t like each other. No matter what he says he does value his friend’s opinions even if he does forget to tell them important things. 

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Hat Rule - Luke Hughes

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COWBOY LUKE HUGHES x BEST FRIEND — WARNINGS: pure sweet content — SUMMARY: Luke invites his best friend to his family ranch for the first time since they met each other. Everyone knows the hat rule, except for her, so when Luke gives her his hat in front of his family and friends, they know she isn’t just a friend to him. — WORD COUNT: 2,6K

Excitement, joy, and nervousness that is what Luke feels as he sits in his car in front of the airport, waiting for his best friend to land here in Detroit. It had been almost two months since he had seen her last, and he couldn’t wait to hug her finally.

Y/n had been there for him for almost two years now. She helped Luke a lot, especially now in New Jersey, with his injured shoulder. Even though Luke tried to invite her over a couple of times, she always declined, saying that she didn’t want to disturb his family and friends’ time.

Queen Y/n – Landed! Gimme me 20 to get out!

Smiling at the text, he gets out of the car, slowly making his way inside the airport hall. He tucks the phone in his shorts pocket and sits on the nearest seat as he waits for y/n.

As soon as y/n is through the passport control, she quickly makes her way towards the main hall. She bites her lip as she looks around the hall for Luke. A few moments later, she notices Luke’s curly hair, and with a quiet giggle, she jogs towards him.

Luke notices her immediately, smiling widely and catching her in his arms when she collides with him. A silent ‘ugh’ leaves their lips after the collision, making them both erupt in quiet giggles.

“Gosh, I missed you so much,” Luke murmurs in y/n’s hair, tightening his hold on her.

“Missed you too, Lukey,” she giggles, pulling her face away from his neck to take a good look at him. She raises her hand, flicking the edge of his hat with a giggle.

“Come on, my family is waiting for you.” Luke grins, letting go of her waist, he reaches for her bag, swings it over his shoulder. He offers his hand, palm calloused but warm and she takes it without hesitation.

Y/n smiles when she sees his red Ford truck parked near the entrance. With a fond smile, y/n and Luke walk towards the car. He puts her bag in the back of the truck before opening the door for her, helping her to get inside.  

“Thank you,” she grins at him, getting comfortable in the seat.

“You are welcome, m’lady.” he bows his hat, and with a chuckle, he closes her doors and runs to his side of the car.

Sitting behind the wheel, he turns on the engine and drives off to the countryside, which is almost an hour away from the airport.

As he gets on the highway, he hands her his phone so she can play her playlist. She takes it with a smile, finds her playlist on his Spotify and plays it.

“Uh, Lu?” Y/n asks cautiously as they pass yet another village. Luke hums in response, giving her a quick look.  “Could you maybe stop at a shop so that I can buy something for your parents?”

Luke smiles to himself. “Sure, but you don’t have to buy them anything,” he says, turning right on another crossroad. “They will be happy just to see you,” he adds.

“And I am excited to see them,” she grins back at him, patting his thigh. “But still, I want to buy them something.”

“If you insist,” he shrugs and turns left at another crossroad. The rest of the ride was quiet. Y/n bought Ellen turquoise earrings and a bracelet, and for Jim, she got a really expensive Whiskey in the nearest shop before they left again for the ranch.

By the time they rolls up the long dirt drive toward the ranch house, the sun is dipping low, casting a golden glow across the pastures. The white farmhouse stands tall and welcoming, front porch lined with flower boxes and rocking chairs that creaks in the breeze.

Y/n smiles wide when she spots it—like something out of a storybook. Luke parks near the barn, cutting the engine just as the front door flies open.

“MOM! THEY ARE HERE!” y/n and Luke can hear Jack yelling as soon as they shut the truck door behind them.

Y/n chuckles, moving around the truck to get her bag, but Luke has it around his shoulder. She sighs and shakes her head. “I was going to get it.”

“I know that’s why I took it,” he grins at her, moving around her to get to the door. With a small smile playing on her lips, she follows Luke inside the house, the cozy smell immediately surrounding her.

“I know that’s why I took it,” he grins at her, moving around her to get to the door. With a small smile playing on her lips, she follows Luke inside the house, the cozy smell immediately surrounding her.

“Peach!” Quinn shouts as soon as he sees her. He shoots up on his feet and runs up to her to hug her. She gasps when Quinn lifts her, spinning her around, making her shriek loudly.

“Quinny,” she giggles, holding tight onto him. He puts her down, taking a step back to get a good look at her.

“Look at you, all grown up and gorgeous,” he winks at her, watching Luke from the corner of his eye, noticing the slight twitch in his jaw. He quickly looks at Jack, who notices it too.

“Well, thank you, you don’t look bad yourself,” she grins back before her eyes land on Jack, who is already smiling at her.

“Jacky,” she sings, taking a step forward.

“Dolly,” he sings back, taking a step towards her too. They both giggle before they finally collide in a hug. “I missed you,”

“You saw me two months ago,” she chuckles, pulling away from him, only to be immediately enveloped in a warm motherly hug. She immediately melts into the hug, hugging Ellen tightly.

“Sweetheart,” Ellen mumbles in y/n’s hair, pulling away so she can take a good look at her. “You are gorgeous.”

“You are gorgeous, Ellen,” she giggles, stepping away from her, when Jim comes into her view.

Giving him a quick hug, she returns to Luke’s side, leaning on his shoulder. Luke takes that as a sign and picks up her bag. “I’ll show y/n her room,” he mumbles before he takes her hand in his and kind of drags her to her room, which happens to be right next to his.

“Luke, this is stunning,” she sighs when she steps inside the room. She looks around in awe, taking in the aesthetic of the room.

“Yeah, I know, that’s why it's yours for the rest of the summer,” he steps inside, setting the bag by the foot of the bed. “Anyway, get some rest. Mom invited a few people over for barbecue, so be ready for a long night.

With that, he leaves the room, bumping into Jack the second he closes the door behind him. “What?” he asks when he notices the grin on his lips.

Jack shakes his head. “Nothing.” with that he walks away, heading to his room.

Luke stands there, confused at Jack’s behaviour. “Weird,” he mumbles to himself, before he makes his way downstairs to help his mom with the preparations.

A soft knock interrupts y/n from her reading. She puts the book down before calling, “Come in”.

“Hey,” y/n grins.

“Hey, darling,” Luke walks in, hat tilted low, curls peaking from under the brim.

Luke leans his shoulder against the doorframe, arms crossed, as his eyes trail down her figure, as if he caught her doing something she’s not supposed to do. “Figured I’d give you a heads up. Folks’ll be rolling in soon. Pa’s got the grill fired up, and Ma is preparing veggies. You may wanna get ready.”

“Does Ellen need help?” she asks as she stands up, walking towards the wardrobe, which allows Luke to sit on her bed, spreading his legs as if he owns the room, which he kind of does.

Y/n pulls out her white flower lacey dress, quickly making her way to the bathroom to change.

Probably,” he shrugs, looking at the closed bathroom doors. “But she told me not to let you down until you look ‘sweet and summary’ so…” he trails off, peeling his eyes from the door. “Do your thing.”

Behind the door, y/n rolls her eyes, but a grin forms on her lips. She pulls on her dress, tying the in the back, she then does her hair and quick makeup that consists of a concealer and mascara.

A few minutes later, she walks out, smoothing down the dress. “This okay?” she asks hesitantly.

Luke is sprawled on the bed, hat low, but he perks up the second he hears her voice. He sits up straight when his eyes land on y/n. His eyes trail down her body, taking in how gorgeous she looks. The white flowery dress makes her look like a fairy, her hair pulled in two low ponytails and her brown doe eyes staring at him.

He lets out a low whistle.

“Damn, darling,” he says, sitting up with a cocky grin. “You tryin’ to start a wildfire out there?”

She flushes. “Luke—”

He stands and crosses the room with unhurried confidence, boots echoing against the wooden floor.

“That’s a yes, by the way,” he adds, reaching out to adjust one of her ponytails like it’s second nature. “You look real good.”

“Just real good?” she teases, raising a brow.

He leans in, close enough for her to catch the cedar and smoke scent of his cologne. “Better than good. Problem is, now I gotta keep half the county boys from droolin’ over you all night.”

Her cheeks burn. “That’s not gonna happen.”

He steps back with a cocky little smirk. “You’re right. Won’t happen. ‘Cause you’re with me.”

And with that, he tips his hat and strolls out the door, leaving her standing there, heart pounding, mind racing, and a smile tugging at her lips. Even though it is nothing unusual for them to have a flirty friendship, this felt really different.

Luke makes his way outside, trying to shake off the seed of jealousy growing inside him at the thought of his friends trying something on her.

“You okay?” Quinn asks when he notices Luke’s expression.

Luke's head whips up to look at him. He nods before speaking, “Yeah, m’fine,” he clears his throat. “Y/n will be here in a minute.”

“Boys! Some help would be awesome!” Jim yells from the horse barn.

“Coming!” they all yell in unison, jogging towards their dad.

A few minutes later, y/n finally comes outside, immediately noticing the decorations Ellen and the boys did while she was reading.

“Ellen, this looks amazing,” she says in awe, walking towards her.

Ellen smiles widely, hugging y/n sideways. “Thank you, sweetie,”

Y/n smiles, “Can I help with something?”

Ellen nods, walking inside, with y/n following shortly behind. “Yeah, I need to marinate the mushrooms and zucchini, so if you won’t mind doing it?”

“No, of course,” she smiles at her. “You could have told me earlier, you need help,” y/n says, immediately walking into the kitchen to get to work.

“I didn’t want to bother you; you were on a really long flight, so you needed some rest,” Ellen explains, helping y/n to get all the things she needs for the cooking. “Anyway, do I have to worry about some boy breaking your heart?” She wiggles her brows, nudging y/n’s shoulder lightly.

Y/n giggles, lowering her head. There were no guys in her life besides Luke and Jack. Her eyes move to look out of the window, noticing Luke leading his horse outside the barn; their eyes meet for a brief moment, before he waves at her and continues walking. “No, you don’t.”

Y/n is sitting between Luke and Jack, enjoying the warmth from the fire as she listens to the talks happening around her. Luke’s jacket is slung around her shoulders as the colder breeze picks up, tugging at the hem and making her pull it tighter around herself.

Luke notices, leaning towards her to whisper, “Cold?”

Y/n smiles at the thought of him actually noticing. “No, just a cold breeze.”

“Okay, but if you are cold, just tell me, yeah?”

“Yeah,” y/n grins, leaning her head against Luke’s shoulder.

Quinn, who is sitting opposite them, watches the whole interaction with a soft smile on his lips. He knows that Luke has had a huge crush on y/n for about half a year now, but watching him actually act like it makes him proud and happy.

He wishes that Luke could see himself the huge crush y/n has on him, even though she is trying to hide it. And she does a good job, except for Quinn seeing past the act.

He notices the quick glances y/n shoots in Luke’s way every now and then. The way her eyes spark when Luke compliments her.

Leaning more into his seat, Quinn notices Jack staring at him. He furrows his brows, asking him silently what he needs. Jack motions with his eyes at y/n next to him, grinning widely.

Quinn chuckles quietly, nodding his head.

“They are cute,” Ellen whispers suddenly, startling Quinn.

“Dang it, Ma,” he breathes out, his hand flying to his rapidly beating heart.

“Sorry,” she chuckles, but her eyes never leave Luke and y/n. “Just noticed you two watching Luke and y/n.”

“Yeah, they are so in love with each other that they can’t even see it,” he whispers back.

Before Ellen can say something more, Joe, one of the family friends, asks, “So, y/n, I heard you’re a teacher.”

“Uh, yeah, I’m a 2nd-grade teacher, why?” she asks nervously, fidgeting with her fingers.

“Just asking, y’know. It’s nice to have someone here doing something else than farming and playing hockey.” Joe grins, noticing the frowns from the three brothers. “What, it’s true.”

“Don’t listen to him, peach, he had too many beers.” Quinn shakes his head at Joe but still grins at his words.

Y/n grins at the comment, sipping at her tonic. “It’s okay, Q, but it is not that interesting job to talk about. Sure, I love the job and I love the kids I teach, but it is really tiring,” she smiles at Joe.

“I am sure it is more than you say.” This time, it’s one of Jack’s friends speaking, his eyes glued to hers as he sends a wink her way.

Luke stiffens. He doesn’t even try to hide the scowl tugging at his lips. His drink sits forgotten in his hand as he watches the guy lay it on way too thick for his liking.

Y/N lets out a polite laugh, ducking her head, clearly flustered. “Well, thank you, I guess.”

Luke’s had enough.

He stands up slowly, all long limbs and casual dominance, stepping right into her space like he’s got every right to. And maybe he does. At least, it feels like he does.

Without saying a word, he reaches up, takes off his cowboy hat, and gently sets it on her head.

The fire crackles. Jack chokes on his beer. Quinn coughs a laugh. Someone goes, “Oh, damn.”

Y/N blinks. “What… what are you doing?”

Luke leans down, voice low and lazy, the jealousy still thick in it. “Just lettin’ people know you’re off-limits, darling.”

She stares at him, her fingers brushing the brim like she’s not sure what just happened. “Wait. What does this mean?”

“You’re wearin’ my hat,” he says, like that explains everything. His smirk grows cocky, satisfied. “’Round here, that’s like claimin’ you. Not officially, but… close.”

Her eyes widen, and she immediately starts to lift it off her head. “Luke—”

He catches her wrist, gentle but firm. “Leave it on.”

“But I didn’t agree to be—”

“I know,” he says, looking at her seriously for a beat, something quieter under all that bravado. “I’m not tryna rush you. Just… couldn’t sit there watchin’ that guy flirt with you like I don’t wanna knock his teeth in.”

Her heart skips, stutters, then takes off like a racehorse. Someone whistles again. Jack mutters, “Jesus,” under his breath, grinning.

Y/N doesn’t move. Not to take the hat off. Not to speak. She just looks at Luke, her mouth parting slightly—like maybe, just maybe, she likes being claimed a little.

Luke leans back, finally sitting down again, one arm slung lazily across the bench behind her. His knee brushes hers. “Looks better on you anyway.”

She looks down, cheeks burning, one hand still resting lightly on the brim. “You’re so cocky.”

“Only ‘cause I got a reason to be.”

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I adore you! Your Twisted Parents series is amazing and never fails to cheer me up.

While I have you I would like your opinion on someone, Baul our favourite grumpy great-grandpa.

Do you think he mellowed out a bit after Sebek and Reader had kids? I like to think he would be similar to my great-grandpa, grumpy to everyone except me.

This is part of the Twisted Parents Series.

Content: Post-canon, fluffy, fem!afab!MC, family n children, MC is married to Sebek, mentions of war and other things (it's about Baul Zigvolt), maybe spoilers for book 7 (MAYBE).

Note(s): This request took as long as the others and trust me when I say it wasn't my intention for it to take so long 😔 thanks for the lovely words and the ask! 🥰😭❤️ <33

Comments and reblogs are very welcome ♡

At the beginning of Sebek and MC's relationship, he wasn't happy about it at all.

He was sure he had raised his grandson so that he would not repeat the mistake his daughter made, and in Sebek's childhood he had gone easy on him, but now he was an adult and still hadn't learned anything? Of course, this is all from Baul's point of view.

But this is nothing that Sebek hadn't anticipated before. Before the first family dinner where you would meet Baul (in the flesh and not in a dream), Sebek said everything he had to say and made it clear that no matter what his grandfather said, Sebek would never give up on being with you. Because he loves you.

So, you were already completely shielded. It didn't make the situation any less uncomfortable. At least Sebek's parents, siblings and Sebek himself did everything possible and impossible to intercept certain unfortunate speeches from Baul.

The years were tough, and I dare say that Baul only began to soften towards MC after the wedding. It finally dawned on him that Sebek was completely in love. And happy.

Give the old man some time. As soon as he realizes that Sebek is truly happy, he stops being rude, he realizes that there is no point in that.

About him mellowed to his great-grandchildren... that totally happens. No arguments.

The announcement of MC's pregnancy was enough to make the old fae awake and secretly (he thinks it's secretly but in reality you can see the joy on his face) happy.

He would love his great-grandchildren no matter what form they took, and that's how it happens.

Ivan was born with more fae DNA than Amelie, and does that influence the way Baul loves his grandchildren? NOT AT ALL. He absolutely loves them both.

Baul is a bit like Sebek in this regard. He really believes that no one notices how much he has softened. He thinks he is very discreet in how he shows his love for the new members of the Zigvolt family, but to anyone who looks at him, it is obvious.

As stated here, Baul has EXTENSIVE discussions with his son-in-law when it comes to holding the children. Even though Sebek's father insists that he has as much right as Baul because he IS THE grandfather, Baul will still complain.

Baul accompanies Sebek to most training sessions to make sure he is teaching Ivan well.

Just as Sebek lowered his voice around Amelie, it's jarring to hear Baul's whispery when he speaks to her.

In fact, to get to this point, Baul was forced to evolve a lot up a way before. With Sebek's years of courtship and marriage, it was a process of opening minds that he had refused to do with his daughter, for example. As if it was all very recent after the war, and he was absurdly furious with the idea that only frustration dominated his mind. He refused to try to think differently.

But as we saw in book 7, he had already softened a bit with the birth of Sebek. Then came Ivan and Amelie, and the man was completely laid up.

Sebek doesn't know who is worse at spoiling these children: Mr. Zigvolt or Baul.

Lilia finds it all very amusing when she hears it from [Name] or Mrs. Zigvolt's mouth. He totally teases Baul afterwards.

During Ivan's birth, he was busy at a council meeting for Briar Valley's ex-soldiers. But it only took a single message (probably sent by old-fashioned magical means) from Mrs. Zigvolt about the boy's birth for Baul to simply disappear from the meeting room. 7 minutes later he burst into the small clinic, asking where his grandson was.

Amelie's birth had been smoother so none of this was necessary, but he would do it again without a second thought.

Family activities with old Baul include: camping, mountain hiking, fencing lessons, and of course... barbecuing. Oh, and horseback riding, too.

At the end of all this, even if he doesn't open his mouth to verbalize it, he doesn't even need to, because all the family members know that deep down, Baul is very happy to have formed a big and loving family. Even with humans in the middle.

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[opulace]

── HOMECOMING 糸師 冴 itoshi sae

contains: fem!reader, angst, aged up characters, breakup (reasons unspecified), implied childhood friendship and sibling-like relationship with rin

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the past comes running back and you can't hide from it, no matter how hard you try. a part of you never wanted to anyway.

grief manifests in shades of pink.

it's in strands of a darker, brownish tint. locks that loved being tangled between your fingers, stroked and combed through with soft touches and bathed in sunlight as they splay over plush white pillows and tousle from being buried in the comfort of your chest. you still find them strewn around the house, loose strings trapped in the shower, a wisp on the living room floor, mixed in with the sheets. no matter how much you clean, traces of them remain like the permanent draw of lint to nylon.

you see it in the shade of pink painting your lips, one that's left countless stains across the cheeks, forehead, lips, nose, anywhere within reach, of the one you loved, still love. the exact hue in the tube burning into the back of your eyelids along with every curve, angle and sculpt of his face.

it's immortalised in pictures, the dust of colour finely powdered across his cheeks when you say something and catch him off guard, once round with baby fat and slowly loosing its fullness as the years rolled by. now you can only hope to trace across them with the pad of your thumb, all that's left is the feeling of glossy paper on your skin.

it's strange isn't it, how the world seems to continue in its orbit, yet your whole universe seems to have simply stopped, frozen in a time where the other side of your bed was still warm and there were two toothbrushes in the mug by the sink.

your days have felt hollow since itoshi sae left, nothing but passing dates checked off the calendar.

everything reminded you of him. that used to be a happy thought, akin to a sweet nothing. you spent a good portion of your life with him after all, once neighbours to the itoshi's, now just a receipient of apologetic smiles. you're still close to his mother, you drop by with flowers every month and she insists on cooking you a meal, just like old times.

she'd sit you down and talk about you, what you've been up to and how's the family, but never about him. yet just being in that home, felt like holding a piece of him in the palm of your hand that you should no longer have access to. it felt wrong, and you felt guilty, though she never has and never will hold it against you.

you see rin there on a rare occasion and you catch up over tea like grown adults, even if it means still being sat cross legged on the floor of his childhood bedroom like when you were kids and having convenience store popsicles after.

there's no more toys scattered over the ground, no more bunk bed, just a twin sized bed one on each extreme end of the room. it's mostly untouched, only rin occupies it when he returns home on breaks to visit family. the less than perfect plushie you gave sae at age five still sits against the headboard. you can't bear to look at it for too long.

"i win. what about you?"

you shake my head, showing him the stick. you used to, not anymore.

"i spoke to niichan the other day." that's new, you didn't know they were on speaking terms.

"he asked about you." oh.

you look up at him then, expression unreadable for the most part but there's a slight hint of pain no matter how much you try to bury it. the words leave you before you can stop them, barely above a whisper, "what did he say?"

"asked me to check up on you."

"what, does he think i can't take care of myself?" you scoff, but there's no bite, there never is when it comes to him. "is that why you're here?"

he doesn't deny the latter.

"you know he doesn't think that." rin mentions offhandedly, but really, he's eyeing you as if he's trying to gauge your reaction. "season's wrapping up, he's coming home."

he's coming home.

you can't help the tinge of bitterness seeping through your words, and as you picked at your nails, a part of you knew that deep down, you never moved on, and if rin's words imply what you think they do, maybe he hasn't either, but you need to hear it straight.

no roundabouts, no beating around the bush.

"and what has that got to do with me?"

he sighs, letting his head loll and his fridge mask his eyes for just a second, like he knew this would happen, "do you really need me to spell it out for you neesan?"

"he wants to see you."

notes. should i do a pt2 of the meeting or let them grovel

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[jaggedamethyst]

my faves reactions to you wearing a slightly too short shirt at home

saw myself in the mirror and realized i was wearing my pants and shirt so much more comfortably than i would if i went outside and despite me being self conscious of my stomach it was kinda cute and gave domestic vibes so here’s a few of my favorite guys seeing you in comfy pajamas…i also might have a type…

18+ mdni, smut and references, gn!reader

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bucky barnes

bucky’s so into your chest it’s unreal. at the sight of your pants hanging just that bit lower, he realizes he has access to the skin lingering just below where he loves to touch you most. its undoubtedly where you love for him to pay most attention to, too.

you’ll feel his hands lingering up your chest before you even realize he's there. you’d anchor yourself on a nearby counter as he downright fondles you, fingers slipping in as he teases your nipples between his fingers. he’s a bit insatiable, greedy really. bucky would let his flash hand rest on your waist eventually, deciding that the feel of his metal fingers in your walls was enough for you for now. after a while, though, his hands would move in tandem. he’d find a pace that’d have you folded in front of him…and all because he couldn’t resist the slight peak of your skin.

jayce talis

jayce is already in your lap when he realizes your shirt is a bit shorter, pants resting lower than normal when he’s cuddled up here. he's observant that way…easily acknowledging the subtle changes you make even when you dont realize them yourself.

it’s how he noticed that you were a bit more sensitive today, riled up by what is usually quite innocent touches around your hips. the pads of his fingers ignited a flame in you that had you writing, almost begging him to oblige your crave for him. he would, always would.

it wouldn’t be long before he’s slid your pants down and kneeled in front of you, absolutely devouring you with his mouth. he’s quite fond of resting in your lap, yes, but even more happy to unravel you with his tongue alone. it’s calculated and deliberate, his hands using your bared stomach for leverage as he pulls you into him. he loves the way you roll into his mouth…it only makes him want you more.

frank castle

frank castle is the epitome of loyal…so when he finally sees you again he’s so close to exploding already.

he’d stalk into your place after being gone for weeks, remaining stoic as best he could. he’d see your waist, though, your skin…and be gone. against his better judgment he’d already be on you, skipping any pleasantries and pushing for the sweetest talk that you undoubtedly missed.

he’d apologize profusely, slipping into you with little prep but needing it this way nonetheless. it’d be a quiet and rushed, “sorry, baby. just missed you.” the words blending together, also mixing with the now squelching sound of you two fucking each other. it’d be sweet still…franks hands tethered to your skin and rubbing away any ache you had.

joel miller

the first word out of joel’s mouth is a drawn out and gruff “darlin’…” it’s almost accusatory, that you know what you’re doing and exploiting his pure and unadulterated lust for you. he could almost loathe you…for making him anything less than the southern gentleman he attempts to be despite the trying times.

he’s quick to sit on the couch, legs spread and hardened length making itself known through his rough pants. his words are always laced with that southern drawl…one you’d grown to love and pine for when he wasn’t around. he’d motion you over with a quiet “come ‘ere,” rubbing the topside of his thigh.

he’d get comfortable, letting each of you fall into sync with one another…yet making note to grab your waist. he’d keep a single hand kneading into your side as he slipped his calloused fingers inside of you. joel is slow and generous, letting his grip roll you down into his other palm. he’s happy to do this, to be yours to use…yours however you’ll have him.

matt murdock

matt murdock is so sensory that he’d notice because of the way the air is moving around you…how the heat of your skin is no longer hidden by the fabric of a long shirt. he would perk up at that, the way you’re slightly exposed to him and all the more ready for him to latch on to.

matt would sneak up on you for sure, being able to sense your focus being elsewhere. you would immediately recognize his hands…softly rubbing at the exposed line of your stomach, and kissing your neck as he nestled behind you.

he’s usually one to make it sweet, facing you so as to have direct access to every reaction he’s drawing from you. this time, though, he can’t help but take you from the back…hands consistently rubbing into the soft skin at your waist while he has your entire body shaking. your whines would fall on drowned out ears…matt completely locked in on the feel of your supple skin.

full master list

[kokokoula]

sypnosis & tag: you see tsukishima's childhood room for the first time. established relationship. it's fluff this time.

a/n: i really wanted to go back to my roots because i refuse to show that i've been overtaken by horniness. i blame it on the depression. i had this fic rotting in the drafts since last year, and i'm so happy to finally be done with it and share it with you guys.

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you step into the small world that was kei's encompassed by four walls, gaping at everything around you.

"it's just my room, don't make it such a big deal." tsukishima remarks, his ears red.

"hush, let me admire in peace."

the first thing you notice is the number of dinosaur figures neatly displayed on the shelf on the wall. you know a few facts about each type now, thanks to tsukishima's rants. like how the stegosaurus actually had a tiny brain, and that the parasaurolophus used its crest to help with communication.

although you never did have an interest in the extinct reptiles, you can listen to him go on about them for hours. how could you not, with that glint in his eyes and the slight upward curve of his mouth? you giggle, thinking of how the cool and 'indifferent' tsukishima kei is secretly a nerd at heart. a nerd who you ultimately fall for.

you shifted your attention to his organised desk, with books propped up on the table supported by a book stand holder. you run your fingers through the spines. natsume soseki, osamu dazai, murasaki shikibu...

"you really liked the classics, huh?"

there are a few books on paleontology and dinosaurs, too. expected.

"they were alright. some of them were for literature class in school." tsukishima answers, resting his weight on the table. you take one of the books out from the stand and flip through its yellowing pages. words are highlighted and underlined, and notes written in what you recognise as his ever-so-neat handwriting on sticky notes pasted onto the pages. you're about to close the book until something catches your eye.

"did you just call the character a loser?" you laugh, bringing the book closer to your eyes to properly examine it. tsukishima tips the book down to see it for himself.

"oh, right. and i still stand by my case."

you shake your head before putting the book back to where it was.

his older pictures are framed on the wall, like the many others hung around the house. the oldest photograph in the room, you assume, shows akiteru teaching a much smaller kei volleyball. he has that same focused and determined eyes during a match now, just that with childlike wonder. the photo instantly becomes one of your favourites of him. you immediately unlock your phone to access the camera.

"i didn't say pictures were allowed." your boyfriend plucks the device out of your hands. you groan.

"please? just one? i already missed out on the small and innocent version of you."

"it's a no." tsukishima pockets your phone in his jeans pocket. "if it's with you, it's bound to be exposed to the public."

"whatever, i can ask akiteru to send a picture to me." you huff.

"i'll kill him if he does so."

you eventually reach to the last framed photograph, with tsukishima in his karasuno jersey, gathering around with his teammates for the shot. first year tsukishima is lankier with thicker framed glasses, and without the bangs. he still has that resting bitch face though, another thing that has never seemed to change. tsukishima gave you a death look when you pointed that out to him.

your imagination starts to run, picturing a younger kei with his shorter haircut, how he's studying at his desk, or reading one of those books you saw. you think of your counterpart, maybe pouring over homework beside him, or more likely, pestering him as he does so. you smile to yourself at the thought of it.

"do you think we would still end up together if we met in high school?" you wonder aloud.

"who knows?" tsukishima shrugs as he sits on his old bed. he takes your hand and pulls you into him, away from the photos. "it doesn't matter anyways."

you meet his soft gaze, the kind he only gives to you. you hope that among all the things about him that stays the same, the way he looks at you will be one of them. he really is yours, you think, all of him. the boy who is fascinated by dinosaurs, the boy who disses on people (both real and fictional), the boy who will never stop loving volleyball... he glances at your lips, subconsciously licking his own, and you don't hesitate to close the gap between you two.

kei is right. it doesn't matter if you'd ended up together earlier, because you get to have him for yourself in the end.

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the both of you continue lounging on his bed until his mother calls.

"lunch is ready! come eat while it's still hot!"

"coming, ma'am!" you answer. you instantly got up and tug on his arm to follow suit.

"what, are you that hungry?" he says but complies.

"no, i just don't want to keep your parents waiting." he can tell by the look on your face that you're still nervous about having them like you. it's kinda nice, that you genuinely want to be close to his family. he sighs and flicks your forehead.

"you'll be fine." in any case, his parents were excited to meet you before you came, constantly on his back about bringing you over. they'll no doubt accept you with open arms.

tsukishima shuts the door to his old room as you pull him along out to join his family; he steps out of the past, and follows his future.

[enjakey]

YOU’RE SO BEAUTIFUL

Enhypen 8th!Fem!Member

TW/N | 5k- I wrote this like 2-3 years ago tops. Maybe even four years ago. So keep that in mind- the timelines may confuse you. Also I’m like so fucking happy right now. I can’t believe I fucking found this. Feels like a gold mine. A small part of me has healed. I hope this heals you like it healed me | it’s kinda eluded that the pairing is JAKE x YOU

Summary: being the only girl in a k-pop group came with more backlash than you could expect, especially considering the fact that the rest of the members were chosen after you were; that you were the prize that they had fought for to debut with. No one was a fan of it, not even the members. But it was inevitable that everyone got close, started seeing each other as family. And though the members had accepted you, you feared that the fans never would (+ v-live scene w Jake very cute and fluffy)

There were a lot of qualities to admire about Y/N. That was the first thing he learnt about her since the day he landed his eyes on her when they were still on I-Land. She was the only girl there, that was something worthy enough to be admired. He gawked at her the way everyone else did when her presence was made official but he supported her more than anyone else.

There were rumours about her, lots of them. People said she was only here as an experiment or she was only scouted for the viewers' amusement. It could have been true and she could have been a ruse, but she was talented regardless of what they said or how much they wanted her gone. She deserved to shine brighter than any star and she deserved to win.

When Enhypen was born, Y/N stood beside Jake, an arm wrapped around him and Sunghoon and smiled like she had just conquered the world. Perhaps she did conquer the world, perhaps she stole everyone's heart. She was living her dream, enjoying every bit of it with glee and pride.

She fit in like a glove, like a puzzle piece that held everything together. There's no other place I could wish to be, she said and it was true. It was all true, coming right from the bottom of her heart. She got to know everyone, grew fond of her new life just the way everyone grew fond of her.

Jake saw her run in a princess dress for their music videos, then saunter into interviews with tight skirts and high heels. He listened to her sing like an angel, then laugh like a cartoon character. He watched her dance like a professional, then crash into couches with little to no shame. 

Jake didn't think much of it, at first. He'd look at her and he'd admire her. He'd look at her and it was like second nature to smile. He'd look at her and she'd look back, cracking a toothy grin then looking away. 

There was nothing to think much of until a couple of months ago when they were all piled into a hotel room. It was the end of a taxing day, they decided it was just best to rest and relax. While they fell into a conversation, Jake found himself laying on the curve of Y/N's waist. She didn't oppose it, just trailed her hand towards his hair, tips of her fingers brushing over his head.

She was afraid to move, in fear that he'd just sit straight and rid her of any of his contact for the rest of the night. Her breath clogged in her throat, chest barely moving as she concentrated on what Sunoo was saying. Her lips pursed and her eyes narrowed and her fingers stayed still.

It was Jake that moved, though, telling her to sleep on her back and she nimbly moved until he could sleep flat against her stomach. Y/N didn't have the heart to tell him that the ends of his hair tickled her skin and she didn't have the heart to move so she could fix her shirt. So her fingers went back to playing with his hair while he mindlessly hugged a pillow, chest rumbling with laughter with the rest of the boys.

Maybe she was droning everyone out as her concentration stuck to Jake's course strands, fresh from a change of colour. And she took her time playing, eventually finding it in herself to drag her nails across his scalp and Jake didn't mind it. He meekly smiled, even.

He didn't say anything when she ran her fingers through his hair. He enjoyed it, despite knowing that she probably messed up his parting. His heart warmed and he couldn't help the smile that etched across his face- but he could easily chalk it up to Sunoo's joke. 

He knew he was in trouble when his heart fluttered, butterfly wings trailing down his chest and landing in his stomach. He rolled his head to the side, just enough to glance at Y/N. She looked so at peace, so distracted. Maybe that was why she didn't ask him to translate any of what the rest said.

Since that night, all he thought about was her, all he could concentrate on was her. Interviews became a test on his attention span and sitting beside you while travelling was a challenge because all he wanted was her to touch him again, maybe play with his hair. She consumed his mind.

Y/N who laughed off her mistakes and clumsiness when she tripped on her shoes.

Y/N who acted like a crackhead with Niki.

Y/N who laughed at everything.

Y/N who hummed Fever all the time because it was her favourite song.

Y/N who asked him or Jay to translate something she couldn't understand during interviews.

Y/N fixed a strand of his stray hair because it bothered her.

Y/N who couldn't eat anything spicy.

Y/N who loved junk food.

Y/N who sucked in choreography but gave fresh ideas anyway.

Y/N who gave people nicknames if she couldn't pronounce their names properly.

Y/N who harmonised with Heesung with ease. 

Y/N who split her food with Sunoo because he was hungry.

Y/N who had the worst timing for jokes.

Y/N who was the polar opposite of everyone around her.

It was her, all her that he could think about, everything he could admire shone in a new light. Maybe Jake should have been concerned but he wasn't. He just let it sit aside, deciding that it would become a mess if he acknowledged it.

He didn't know what normal was anymore because he'd always want to sit beside Y/N. To have their shoulders touching or to have her rest her head on his chest when fell asleep in the car. To have his hand resting on the small of her back while they walked together or to let her fix his hair now and then. He was surprised no one caught onto his antics.

Whatever the definition of normal was, it seemed that way. He wished for it to stay that way until Y/N started growing quiet. It wasn't a huge change at first. The usually loud and bubbly girl deciding to keep her mouth shut could easily be blamed for being tired.

That, in fact, was her excuse. She blamed it on that particular day's schedule, saying that her head hurt and her throat closed up. Jake simply pet her head, Jungwon gave her a water bottle. Maybe no one was concerned because she smiled again the next day.

Y/N was a confident girl, someone who didn't let anyone push away her dreams, someone who didn't let anyone rain on her parade. She was a strong girl, braver than any of them. Smarter than any of them combined. 

So when that strong, confident and brave girl asked to spend the night alone in her room, everyone was stunned. "You barely ate anything," Jungwon argued.

"I'm not really hungry," she smiled tiredly, eyes drooping as her hand scratching her neck.

Y/N, who loved spending time with them, disappeared into the small room she deemed as her own and no one had the heart to question further. Jungwon turned to Sunoo, asking if she seemed different. Sunoo nodded as a response, Heeseung told everyone to stop worrying.

Y/N found herself splayed across her bed, lips quivering as she scrolled past Twitter. Her eyes scanned across every tweet that had something bad to say about her, marring her personality as a whole. Just because she was the only girl in Enhypen and just because she had no other choice.

She knew it was a controversial choice, but she thought it was a good one despite what the media had to say. She thought she was accepted by everyone, she thought the supposed fans liked the new rules. It was only when she started paying attention to Twitter when she realised how wrong she was.

It wouldn't take long for a sob to escape her lips but she still kept scrolling, obsessively reading through every word of hatred and wondered what she could do to make them like her. Then she realised that their opinions wouldn't change no matter what she did. Because she was a girl, trespassing into places that weren't meant to be explored and she wondered if rules were really placed to be followed and not be broken.

All she knew was to break the rules. So it didn't surprise her family when she got placed into Enhypen. All she knew was to think outside the box. So her friends weren't surprised by the choices she made. All she knew was to be unconventional and that was an issue now.

Her shoulders slumped and her back rested on her headboard as her vision went blurry as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her hands shivered, throat begging to let out another sob but she was afraid it'd alert everyone and she wasn't going to risk it.

So she laid there until her breath weighed down her lungs, phone was thrown somewhere across her head as she picked at her fingers. Maybe she'd feel better after crying, maybe she'd feel worse. She'd only find out the next day and she planned on falling asleep.

But it wasn't until Jay barged into the room, balancing a paper plate with cake on his palm, that she found it in herself to sit straight again. "You forgot about dessert!" He chuckled but heard no answer. It wasn't until his gaze fell on her that he realised something was wrong.

He found her wiping her cheeks and biting her lips. He stared at her, heart-clenching at the sight of her as she fisted the ends of her blanket. Jay slowly placed the cake on the table, closing the door with his heel. Standing at the foot of her bed, he cocked a brow. "What's wrong?" He whispered.

"I don't know," she mumbled, slumping back into the sheets and Jay tutted.

"That's a lie," he insisted and crawled into the bed beside her. He pulled her into his side with ease. arms wrapping around her as another sob raked he body and she leaned into his chest. "What's wrong?" He repeated. "Do you want to talk about it?" He pondered out loud.

"I don't know," she shook her head.

Jay tutted again, brushing his knuckles over her arm. "You'll feel better?" He tried.

Y/N took a second to contemplate her answer, hands fisting into his chest as her head found a comfortable position. "They hate me," she finally said. Tears streamed down her face once again. She sobbed into his chest, shirt stained with her breaks but that was the least of his concern.

"Who hates you?" His brows furrowed on instinct, a dumbfounded look on his face.

"Engene," she sniffled. "They hate me-"

"What?" Jay laughed, a hand covering his mouth as Y/N whined. 

"I'm being serious," she groaned. "Doesn't make me feel any better."

"I know, I know," he sighed. "What do they say about you?"

Was he asking the right questions? He didn't know. All he knew was that he needed to stop Y/N from crying. It wasn't a pretty sight, neither did he have it in him to see the girl he considered his baby sister cry.

He was so used to seeing her laugh, a smile brighter than the sun lighting everyone's day. What he saw now was a stark contrast, her cheeks scarred with salt tracks, lips dried into prunes.

"They said I wasn't necessary for Enhypen," she cried. "They called me names for being the only girl. They said I only got through I-Land because the management pulled some strings."

Jay sighed, chest weighed down by guilt as his knuckles touched her arm again. It wasn't his fault, he knew, but he didn't know about the issues she had to face on a daily basis. He wondered how long Y/N let the internet eat her from the inside out.

"They don't know what they're talking about," he insisted, bowing his head to see the look on her face.

"They hate me," she shook her head.

"Not all of them," Jay argued.

"Jay, even you hated me, at a point," she pointed out.

The thought of looking back at her time in I-Land brought bittersweet memories. She'd rather not look back. Most didn't want her there, deeming her to be an intruder, an outcast. Others thought it'd be best to leave her alone, convinced that she'd get eliminated in some way or another.

They probably weren't expecting her to win at all but she proved them wrong. Y/N didn't think victory would have consequences either.

"That's not true," Jay crooned but Y/N found herself pushing him away, almost rolling him off the bed. He chuckled as he got ahold of himself, returning to his previous position. Y/N crossed her arms, sniffling again.

"All of you hated me," she frowned, narrowed eyes fleeting past Jay.

"Hey, c'mon now," he cooed, reaching his arms to pull her back into his chest. Y/N didn't fight him. "We were all confused and threatened. It's different now," he defended.

"But still," she said. "Our fans hate me."

"Can they really call themselves an Engene if they don't love every member?"

Y/N falls silent at his retort, hands fisting into his chest again. He had a point, but it didn't excuse the fact that most people refused to accept her. The thought weighed her down as she pondered.

Jay probably wasn't the right person to be consoling her. He knew little to nothing about how she must have felt. But she stopped crying, and her breath seemed to steady. He must have been doing something right.

He took her silence positively, hand patting her forearm soothingly. And they laid there, silence consuming them as Y/N calmed down. Jay was waiting for her to fall asleep so he could leave her at peace.

But barging in were the rest of the guys, lead by Jake who smiled shyly. Y/N didn't lift her head, just whined when she realised she had to repeat herself. Jay chuckled, Sunoo asked what was going on. Niki sat on the corner of her bed, head cocked to the side.

Jake collapsed beside Y/N, wrapping his arm around her as well and Jay pulled away on instinct. Everyone watched as Jake lifted her off the bed despite her complaints. "I'm tired," she mumbled but he pushed her out the door by her shoulders.

Sunghoon made an attempt to follow them but he was stopped by Jay who told him to stay in the room while Jake talked to her. Heeseung snorted, sitting beside Niki as he taught for Y/n's phone. Jay continued to explain the chain of events that lead to her crying and Jungwon wondered how no one had any idea.

On the other hand, Jake had easily sat her down on the couch. He kneeled in front of her, shoulders separating her knees as his hands stayed on her legs. Y/N noticed how he didn't ask for permission to touch her like the last time when they were rehearsing choreography. He cooly dug his nails into the cotton of her pyjamas; Y/N sniffled her nose.

Jake shakes his head as his fingers slowly creep to her cheeks, thumbs rubbing away the salt tracks with ease, fingers caressing her jaw. She cracked a wet smile, corners of her eyes crinkling as he smiled back.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, darting his eyes across her face, memorising every dip and curve. Her flushed cheeks, skin glowing under the white lights, bleached white hair braided to her waist- Jake found himself swooning.

His words and accent went straight to Y/N's stomach, butterflies erupting within her existence. Despite that, she sucked in a breath, lips threatening to let another sob escape. "No," she shook her head and covered her face with her hands. Whatever she read on the internet came crashing down to her, shadowing all the good.

"Really," he insisted, chuckling as his hands wrapped around her wrists. He moved to sit beside her, lifting her legs to sprawl across his lap. "You deserve to be part of Enhypen just as much as the rest of us," he said.

"Right," she rolled her eyes. "That's why our fans hate me."

"They're not fans if they hate even one of us," Jake promised.

Though Jay said the same thing, Y/N felt a level of assurance when it came from Jake. Maybe she was being biased or maybe it was his smile that made everything seem better. Maybe it was because she knew he would protect her- just like she protected them when they needed to be.

Before she could respond, the rest of the guys emerged from out of her room, complaining that it was too small for six people to fit- too stuffy. And they all crashed on the couch, Jungwon taking the liberty to stand behind Y/N to massage her shoulders. Jay brought her abandoned cake, placing it on her lap and demanding for her to finish it.

It was enough to get her to laugh. That all too familiar laugh ricocheted off the walls and the guys laughed along with her.

"With every fan comes a hater," said Sunghoon, struggling to get the words out so she could understand. Y/N shook her head.

"How wise," she grinned and accepted it. Heeseung laughed as Sunghun, pointing a finger at him as he tried defending himself. 

Sunoo joined in the laughter; Niki teased Y/N, pointing out how easily she got back into being sarcastic and funny. She rolled her eyes at him, grinning again.

Jake put on a movie, one that she loved but he hated but he didn't mind watching it that night. He wrapped his arm around her, brushing his thumb over her shoulder until she was laughing at the movie.

Jay dragged Niki into the kitchen to help him clean up and by the end of the night, everyone had disappeared under the covers of their beds. Jake and Y/N, though, fells asleep on the couch- her head on his shoulder and his cheek pressed to his hair. No one bothered to wake them up, just laughed at them.

There was an awkward silence that followed once the V-Live started. You and Jake looked at each other, fighting the laughs that clogged your throats before looking at the camera again.

"I don't even know why we're doing this V-Live," you started, rubbing your palms against your thighs. "But here we are."

Jake chuckled at you, reaching beside him to grab the iPad to read the comments they for so far. "This our first time doing a V-Live together, isn't it?" He pointed out.

"Yeah, yeah it is," you nodded.

"This should be fun," he commented as he glanced at you again. "And by the way, we're gonna speak in English mostly."

"Yeah, sorry about that," you tittered. "But, yes, why are we doing this V-Live again?"

"That's a great question," Jake clasped his hands together, then reached past the camera to grab a small cup with folded pieces of paper. "For this," he started, placing it in front of you.

"What?"

"These are a bunch of questions written by our management and all we have to do is answer them."

"Amazing," you commented, a sly smile adorning her face. "Whose genius idea was it to write the questions on sticky notes?"

The pair of you burst into laughter while you tried peeling open one of the papers. Jake watched intently, resting his hand below his jaw as a wet scoff left your lips.

"So do we both answer it or one question each?" You asked before looking at the question.

"I think we both answer it?" He raised a brow. "Let's just both answer it."

"Fair enough," you agreed and opened the paper. "It says this question is for the both of us- yeah ok so they specify who the questions are for."

"Convenient."

"The question is what's today's TMI?" You read out and Jake pondered over his answer. "I honestly don't know," you breathed.

"Uh, today's TMI," Jake started. "I didn't eat proper breakfast?"

"Oh, I have one!" You pipped. "I'm wearing mismatched socks," you pointed to your feet. You couldn't exactly show them as proof because you were wearing a skirt. Jake hummed at your answer and pulled out the next question.

"This is for the both of us too," he said. "What did you do before sleeping last night?" Jake's commented with you while he folded the paper again, playing with its edges as he waited for you to come up with an answer.

It wasn't like you could just blubber out that you and he kissed each other asleep. Neither could you tell them that you and he spent dinner in your room while the others watched a movie.

"I took a long bath," you nodded, pursing your lips.

"I honestly didn't do anything specific," Jake said. "I was too tired so I just passed out," he animated his words with his hands and head as you held back a chortle.

"Next question," you announced. "Oh, this is for Jake. Do you think you'll ever get a tattoo? Wow, this is a great question," you mused, raising your brows.

"Who could have asked that question?" His face contorted into confusion.

"I'm pretty sure the management pulled some questions off the internet," you offered.

"Makes sense," Jake hummed. "But would I get a tattoo? Honestly, I don't think so. I'm too scared," he confessed.

"Seriously?" You tutted. "Come on! Such a bore," you slapped his arm with the back of your hand.

"No! I want to get one but I'm just scared!" He reasoned.

"You can't be scared of everything, man! Come on, you don't wanna skydive because you're scared of heights and now this," you raised your hands above your head.

"It's not my fault!" He insisted. "Would you get a tattoo?" He retaliated.

"Definitely, a hundred per cent," you assured with a gaped mouth. "Are you kidding me? I've been wanting a tattoo for so long."

"Damn, really?" Jake mused. "What would you get?"

"Maybe like tiny versions of the planets tattoos across my collarbone," you emphasised while tracing your fingers across your right collar bone. "Or do something cheesy on my finger or something," you shrugged.

"Cool, cool," Jake cracked his knuckles. "You should get it."

"I will," you smirked and reaches for the next question. "Ok, another question for you. What animal would you be if you were given a chance of transforming and what would you do? Damn these are such great questions."

"I'd be a dog and play with Layla all day," his answer came fast, though he said it quite shyly. You awed at him as he reached for the next question.

"This question is for you," he pointed at you. "What did you want to become before becoming an Idol?"

"Oh, wow," you sucked in a breath and picked at the sleeves of your sweater. "I feel like we've answered this question before," you noticed.

"I'm pretty sure we have," Jake agreed.

"You know what this feels like?"

"What?"

"One of those BuzzFeed interviews," you said with a smile. "I've always wanted to do one of those, man, they always seem so much fun!" You enthused.

"Honestly, yeah," he chuckled.

"Especially the thirst tweet videos!" You flailed your hands around. "You know what? That's the first thing I'm gonna do when we get back home. I'm gonna look for Enhypen thirst tweets."

At that, Jake laughed at the way you found your amusement. "Did you want to work at Buzzfeed?"

"Yes, I did, actually," you confessed. "I wanted to work in Buzzfeed. Then I had a marine biology phase- I'm still going through that phase. And then there was the archaeology phase. I've always been good at biology and chemistry, so I thought maybe I could go into the biochemistry field. I'm big on psychology right now too. Like I'll read shit about psychology in my free time," you listed while counting on your fingers, eyes not leaving Jake's as you spoke.

"That's a lot," she snorted. "What about physics?

"No," you simply said shaking your head.

Jake laughed harder. "No?"

"No!" You repeated. "I was so bad in physics and math. Like it wasn't even a joke," you laughed.

"Come on," he breathed. "Really?"

"Yeah, really," you nodded your head. "But we all know you love physics," you pointed your hand towards like.

"We're like the complete opposite when it comes to school," he said.

"Exactly!" You drawled. "I love English, you hate it. I hate math, you love it," you listed and Jake agreed while nodding and laughing. You cleared your throat. "Anyways, next question."

Jake picked out the next question. "It's for you. What's your favourite animal- whale sharks," Jake answered for you, pursing his lips like he just answered the most obvious question in the world.

"Exactly, whale sharks," you snapped your fingers, smiling excitedly. "Like again with the marine biology thing. I wanted to specialise in sharks."

"I'm not surprised at all," Jake shook his head.

"Exactly," you smirked and reached to pick out another question.

Jake watched as you struggled to open the pieces of paper, the sticky note suddenly becoming the bane of your existence. He wanted nothing but to grab your face and tug you towards him- the way you chewed the inside of your cheek and played with your hair had him swooning.

He waited for you to read out the next question. "What are you craving right now?" You read out. "It's for the both of us."

"I want ramen," he said as a matter of factly.

"Why didn't I think of that?" You rolled your eyes, grinning. "I want boba tea."

Jake nodded then read out the next question. "This is for me. Compliment the person sitting next to you," he lifted his head to look at you, eyes sparkling.

He knew exactly what to say, he knew exactly how to compliment your hair and your outfit and your smile. But then he had to remind himself that he was on a V-Live with thousands of people watching and keeping track of his every move.

He sighed. "I feel like this is a trap," he said, holding up the piece of paper. "And I also feel like Heeseung wrote this wrote this," he chuckled.

"He might as well have," you burst into laughter. "But I don't think they knew. Do you think they're watching this right now?" You pointed towards the camera.

"Probably not," you shrugged. "But, yes, Jake. What's your answer to that question?" You blinked innocently, sitting straight in your chair with your hands gripping the end of your skirt. Jake wanted to gawk but instead, he just sneered a laugh.

"Jesus, ok," he scratched the side of his nose. "You look really beautiful today, Y/N. And I like the way you did your hair," Jake tried saying it without laughing. His jaw quivered as he leaned forward to pat your head.

"Thank you, Jake," you nodded, trying equally as hard to not laugh and ruined the moment.

"I'm trying so hard not to laugh."

"Same."

The pair of you chuckled and shook your head and you reached for the next question. "This is for me. Who would your bias be- you're kidding," you looked straight into the camera, dumbfounded and maybe a little disappointed in the question.

Jake, on the other hand, went all dramatic. He smouldered and ran a hand through his hair, wiggling his brows to get your attention. You cackled at him, throwing your head back as you told him to stop whatever he was doing because he was embarrassing himself.

"Seriously, this question-" You pinched the bridge of your nose. "I really feel like Niki wrote this question," you squint your eyes and licked the bottom of your lip, only to meet the sight of Jake who was still smouldering.

"Go on, Y/N," he crooned dramatically. "Answer the question," he wiggled his brows again.

"I can't," he choked on your own laughter. "Oh, my God. Like nah, man... I can't. You really can't pick," you reasoned, lightly slapping your fist against the table.

"Just answer it!" Jake urged and you groaned.

"Ok, maybe like Sunghoon or... Niki-it depends on my mood, my answer changes every day."

"Fine, then what's your answer today?" he asked.

"Myself," you smirked but then shook your head. "No, I'm kidding uh," you darted your eyes across the room, debating if you wanted to answer the question or not.

"Just spit out the answer."

"Listen," you sighed, earning another laugh from him. "Like I'm not gonna- nah, dude seriously. All of us are amazing. Jungwon, Jake, Sunoo, Jay... But because I know you want me to say you, I'm gonna say you, Jake," you grinned, pointing at him.

"You're mean," Jake scowled but his smile betrayed him.

"Ok, fine, genuinely speaking though," you started. "From a fan's point of view, you'd probably be my bias."

Jake awed at you, shyly smiling as he leaned to wrap his arm around you for a brief hug. He'd kiss your head if he could but the rest of the world didn't know about your relationship and neither were you planning on telling them.

Regardless, Jake liked the way things were as of now.

"Last question," you mumbled. "It's for you. What activity do you want to do with the members?"

"Ah," he patted his knee, pondering the question with a smile. "I wanna go fishing with everyone," she said.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he nodded.

"That'd be nice," you agreed. "It'd be chaotic, but nice regardless."

Jake leaned into you while the pair of you laughed. Then you pouted about how you enjoyed the Q&A and didn't want it to end. Jake crooned that he'd make sure to do something fun with the guys nice you got home.

It was obvious to everyone, as the pair of you talked between each other, that you were each other's bias.

[lila-lou]

✨Settled - 3/4✨

Summary: With you, Dean Winchester feels something he never expected—a reason to slow down, to stay. One nervous first date is all it takes to make him want more than the road.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 6944

DISCLAIMER: Everything is purely fiction. I do not intend to attack or hurt anyone. The story is, of course, entirely made up and meant for entertainment purposes.

A few days passed in a blur of easy mornings and late-night phone calls, the kind where neither of you wanted to hang up first.

Dean healed faster than you'd expected, not magically, but steadily. The deep bruises faded into dull yellows and greens, the worst of the cuts knitted themselves closed with only faint scars left behind.

You still didn’t press him about how he got hurt. Even though it gnawed at you sometimes, wondering what kind of life he really lived.

He had told you, with that same gravel-rough honesty you were already addicted to, "It’s probably safer for you if you don’t know, sweetheart".

And somehow… you trusted that. You trusted him. You knew he'd tell you when he could. When he was ready.

Right now, though, Dean had other things on his mind. And none of them had to do with the urgent hunter meeting going on around him.

He sat slouched in one of the worn leather chairs in the bunker’s library, one boot propped up on the edge of the table, phone cradled loosely in one hand.

Cas was standing stiffly by the bookcases, his arms crossed, brow furrowed. Jack sat perched on the edge of his seat, eager and attentive. Sam was pacing the room with a grim look, flipping through an old lore book. "…if the rumors are true", Sam said, his voice serious, "and Crowley’s somehow managed to claw his way back from the Empty, then we’ve got a real problem on our hands".

Cas nodded grimly. "It would explain the sudden surge of demonic activity in the Midwest".

Dean, meanwhile, was not paying attention. At all. He smirked down at his phone, thumbs moving quickly across the screen.

Dean: miss you, sweetheart. when can i see you again?

He barely noticed the sharp glance Sam shot his way. "You even listening, man?", Sam snapped.

Dean looked up with the lazy innocence of a teenager caught texting in class. "Yeah, yeah. Crowley. Bad. Got it".

Sam huffed in frustration and kept talking, but Dean had already tuned him out again, his mind full of you.

You replied almost instantly, because of course you did. Dean could practically feel you smiling through the screen.

You: Come over later. I’ll cook again. (Or attempt to).

Dean grinned so wide it hurt.

Dean: you could burn water and i’d still show up, sweetheart.

Across the table, Jack leaned in closer to Sam, whispering, "Is Dean okay? He looks… weirdly happy".

Sam glanced at his brother, the little half-smile playing on Dean’s face, the way his shoulders were relaxed for once, and sighed heavily. "Yeah", Sam muttered. "That’s the problem".

Dean didn’t even hear him. He was already typing again.

Dean: can’t wait to get my hands on you, baby.

He hardly lasted through another fifteen minutes of "serious talk" before he finally stood up, grabbed his jacket, and mumbled something about "important business" that absolutely nobody believed. Sam watched him go, jaw tight, arms crossed over his chest.

Jack tilted his head, looking genuinely confused. "Where's he going?". Cas just stared blankly after Dean, clearly not following either.

Sam sighed heavily, rubbing a hand down his face. "To her".

Jack blinked. "Oh… you mean his girlfriend?".

Sam’s jaw ticked slightly. "Yeah. His… girlfriend".

The word tasted strange in his mouth. Because it wasn’t like Dean to have that, not really. And not this quick, this serious. Dean didn’t date. He didn’t get attached. He flirted, he charmed, he left. But this? This was different.

Sam had seen the way Dean smiled at his phone like a damn teenager. Had seen the way he physically relaxed after hearing your voice, like you were the only thing keeping him from unraveling entirely. And that scared the hell out of him. Because Dean Winchester didn’t get nice things. Didn’t get normal.

And as much as Sam wanted it for him — God, he wanted it — there was still that ugly, gnawing knot in his gut. You didn’t know. Not really. Not about the bunker. Not about the hunting. Not about the monsters in the dark that were more real than fairytales.

And Dean, for all his bravado, was falling so hard, so fast, Sam could already see the wreckage if this all blew up. If Dean lost you… Sam didn’t know if his brother would recover. Because Dean wasn’t interested anymore. Dean wasn’t distracted anymore. Dean was in love. And it was written all over him.

Dean shoved the bunker door open and climbed into the Impala, grinning like a fool. He didn’t even fight it anymore. For the first time in his life, he wasn’t thinking about demons or vampires or some ancient curse looming over his head. He was thinking about you. Your laugh. The way you looked half-asleep in his arms. The way you kissed him like he mattered.

Dean didn’t want to hint anymore. Didn’t want to dance around it. He wanted you. Every minute he spent away from you felt like a waste now. He didn’t care about being wrapped in another motel bed, another dirty town, another case. He wanted to be wrapped up in you. In your sheets. In your life. In something normal. You.

Dean didn’t bother knocking. He never did these days, not when you always left the door unlocked for him, like you wanted him to walk right in, like you trusted him that much.

But this time, he hesitated for half a second, standing there on your porch, heart pounding in his chest harder than it ever had against monsters or demons. Because this? This was real. This was you. And Dean Winchester had never wanted anything more.

Before he could second-guess himself, the door swung open and there you were.

Fresh from the shower, wrapped in nothing but a fluffy towel, your skin still dewy from the heat, your hair damp and clinging to your shoulders.

Dean froze. Absolutely, utterly froze. For a second, he forgot how to breathe.

You blinked up at him, a little startled, your cheeks immediately warming when you saw the way he was looking at you, like he’d just been punched in the gut.

"Hey", you said, a little breathless.

Dean just stood there, jaw slack.

Then, somehow, he found his voice. "Shit, sweetheart", he rasped, his eyes raking over you slowly, reverently. "You tryin' to kill me?".

You flushed deeper, pulling the towel a little tighter around yourself, your bare legs shifting under his gaze.

Dean finally remembered to move, stepping inside and closing the door behind him with a soft click, his green eyes never leaving you. "You could’ve texted me you were gonna look like…". He gestured vaguely, his throat working as he swallowed hard. "…that. Might’ve prepared myself a little".

You laughed shyly, backing up a few steps toward the hall. "I didn’t know you’d be this fast", you teased, your heart hammering in your chest just from the way he was looking at you, like he wanted to memorize every inch of you.

His hands came up slowly, giving you time to stop him if you wanted, but you didn’t. You never did.

One rough hand brushed your damp hair back from your face, his fingers skimming your jaw. "You’re so beautiful", he said, like it physically hurt him to get it out.

You laughed softly, reaching up to rest your hand over his chest, feeling the solid, steady beat of his heart under your palm. "And you’re sappy", you whispered.

Dean huffed a low chuckle, but he didn’t deny it. Not anymore. Not with you. "I missed you", he murmured, ducking his head to press a kiss to your temple, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth, slow, lingering kisses that made your knees weak.

"You saw me two days ago", you teased again, your voice shaky with how much you wanted him already.

"Too long", he muttered against your skin.

You tilted your head back to look at him, really look at him, and your heart ached at what you saw. He looked… lighter. There were still faint bruises on his jaw, but his eyes were clearer now. His face softer, less tense. The heavy weight he always seemed to carry was still there, it probably always would be, but right now, it was tucked away under something else. Something new. Something that looked a hell of a lot like hope.

Dean kissed you again, slow and deep, the kind of kiss that made time stop, that said everything he couldn’t yet.

When you finally broke apart, breathless, he leaned his forehead against yours. "You got any plans tonight, sweetheart?", he asked, voice low and rough.

You smiled. "Not anymore".

Dean grinned, that cocky little tilt of his mouth you loved so much, but there was something softer under it now. Something real. "Good", he murmured, brushing his nose against yours. "’Cause I was thinkin'… maybe I just stay a while".

You felt your heart jump at Dean’s words, stay a while, but you played it cool, just smiling up at him, brushing your fingers lightly along the stubble on his jaw.

Dean caught the tiny flicker of emotion in your eyes, that flash of hope, and it made his chest ache. But he didn’t press it. He didn’t have to. "Go finish getting ready", he murmured, running his thumb gently along your cheekbone. "I’ll find somethin' to keep me busy".

You laughed softly, stepping away, feeling the way his eyes lingered on you until you disappeared down the hall.

Dean stood in your living room for a second, taking it in. The soft light, the faint scent of your shampoo still hanging in the air, the little touches that made this place yours. He breathed it all in like it was better than fresh air.

He shrugged off his jacket, tossing it over the back of the couch, and wandered toward the kitchen, finding two beers in the fridge without asking. When you came back a few minutes later, your hair damp but brushed, wearing a pair of soft shorts and a simple shirt, he was sitting at the table, casually sipping his beer, flipping lazily through his phone. Like he belonged there. Like it was normal.

You padded barefoot toward him, tugging a towel through your hair a little absently.

Dean looked up the second he heard you and smiled, not the cocky smirk he used with the world, but the real one, the one he didn’t give away easily. "You’re gonna get sick if you leave it wet like that, sweetheart", he teased, setting his beer down and standing.

You rolled your eyes, but before you could argue, Dean was gently tugging the towel from your hands, guiding you by the hips toward the chair he’d just vacated.

You sat without thinking, your heart skipping.

Dean moved behind you, all careful hands and quiet movements, running the towel through your damp hair with surprising tenderness.

"You don't have to", you murmured, but your voice was soft, already losing the battle.

Dean huffed quietly under his breath, not annoyed, just fond. "I want to", he said simply, echoing your words from days ago when you’d cleaned him up.

You smiled down at your hands, letting him work. Dean was careful not to tug or pull, his big hands surprisingly gentle as he rubbed the towel through your hair, fluffing it up, brushing it back with his fingers. Every once in a while, he dropped a kiss to the top of your head without even thinking about it. Neither of you said much. And somehow, it was better that way.

When he finished, he tossed the towel onto the table, sliding his hands down your shoulders, squeezing lightly. "All done", he said, a rough tenderness in his voice.

You turned in the chair to look up at him, standing there in his jeans and flannel shirt, looking every bit the tough guy he always was, but with those soft green eyes locked onto you like you were the only thing he saw.

"Thanks", you said, your voice catching a little.

Dean shrugged one shoulder, trying to play it cool, but his hand lingered on your back, warm and solid. "No big deal", he muttered. "Gotta take care of my girl, right?".

The words slipped out so casually, like he didn’t even realize he’d said them. But your heart jumped all the same.

Dean caught the look on your face, realized what he said, and instead of pulling back, instead of joking it away like he might’ve once, he just smiled a little sheepishly. Not too much. Not too serious. Just… real.

Another week slipped by like a dream, filled with stolen kisses, lazy mornings tangled in bed, quiet conversations under the covers when neither of you wanted to move.

And now here you were again, wrapped up in Dean's arms, naked and completely spent, your skin still humming from the way he’d loved you like he had all the time in the world. Your head rested on Dean’s chest, your fingers absentmindedly tracing lazy patterns over his skin. His hand moved slowly up and down your back, his touch soothing, like he never wanted to let you go.

You stayed like that for a long time, breathing together, hearts beating in the same slow rhythm.

Dean was half asleep, you could tell, his body warm and heavy against yours, his breathing slow and deep, but his hand never stopped moving on your back. Never stopped touching you like he needed the reassurance that you were still there.

You shifted slightly, your voice soft against the quiet. "Dean?".

He hummed low in his throat, a deep, lazy sound that rumbled through his chest under your ear.

You smiled a little, tracing a circle around a faint scar on his ribs. "I was thinking…", you started, hesitating just a second.

Dean’s hand stilled for a moment on your back, his body tensing ever so slightly, barely noticeable if you didn’t know him like you did.

"I was thinking…", you repeated, softer, "next time… maybe I could come over to your place".

There was a small pause. Not long. Just enough for you to feel him draw in a slow, careful breath. Dean shifted under you, just a little, his hand smoothing down your spine, settling low on your back again like he was grounding himself. "My place, huh?", he said, his voice low and rough with sleep, but there was a thread of something else in it too. Something heavier.

You nodded against his chest, your fingers still tracing light patterns on his skin. "I mean… if you want. I'd like to see where you live".

Another small pause. You lifted your head slightly, just enough to see his face, the way his jaw tightened, the way his eyes opened slowly, flickering with something you couldn’t quite name.

Dean stared up at the ceiling for a moment, silent. Then he looked down at you, those green eyes soft, careful, full of so much you felt it in your bones. "You really wanna see it?", he asked, like maybe you didn’t know what you were asking for.

You nodded again, smiling shyly. "Yeah".

Dean’s throat worked as he swallowed hard. He dragged a hand slowly up your back, into your hair, cradling the back of your head. "You got no idea what you're askin’, sweetheart", he said quietly. Not a warning, not really. Just… honest. But he didn’t say no. He didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned up slightly and kissed your forehead, slow, lingering, like he was sealing some silent promise between you. "Alright", he murmured against your skin. "Next time… you come to me".

The Impala rumbled steadily down the old two-lane highway, the afternoon sun stretching long shadows across the fields on either side.

You sat in the passenger seat, one hand resting lightly on the curve of the door, the other curled up against your thigh, stealing little glances at Dean over the dashboard every few minutes.

He looked good. Better than you’d ever seen him. Relaxed, almost. His hand loose on the wheel, his other arm stretched out casually across the back of the bench seat like it belonged there, like you belonged there too.

But even through the calm exterior, you could feel it, a tension just under his skin. The way his thumb tapped a nervous rhythm against the wheel. The way he kept glancing at you like he was about to say something and thought better of it.

You shifted slightly, smiling softly. "You okay over there, Winchester?".

Dean gave a rough little chuckle, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Yeah. Just…". He trailed off, staring straight ahead at the empty road. "…lot on my mind".

You waited, giving him space. Dean’s grip tightened slightly on the wheel. He exhaled through his nose, like he was bracing for a hit. "You know, uh… this life of mine…", he started, voice low, rough, almost apologetic. "It’s not… normal".

You turned your head fully toward him, frowning slightly at the tone. "I know you’re not exactly a nine-to-five guy", you said lightly, trying to ease the heaviness in his voice.

Dean huffed a breath, a half-laugh, half-sigh, but he shook his head. "Nah, sweetheart. It’s more than that".

You stayed quiet, letting him get there at his own pace.

Dean shifted his hands on the wheel again, jaw clenching like he was forcing the words out. "I ain’t who you think I am", he said finally, his voice low, almost breaking. "And the place we’re goin’, it ain’t some cozy little apartment. It’s… different".

You could hear the fear behind his words, not fear for himself. Fear of you seeing the truth and leaving. Fear of losing you before he really even got to keep you. You reached out, laying your hand gently on his thigh, squeezing softly. "Dean", you said, your voice steady, full of something so certain it made his head snap toward you. "You don’t have to be scared. Whatever it is… I’m not running".

Dean stared at you, really stared, like he was trying to burn your face into memory, just in case. He looked wrecked. Hopeful. Terrified. "You say that now", he muttered, looking away again, his knuckles white on the wheel. "But once you see it… once you know…".

"I’ll still be here", you said simply. No hesitation. No fear.

Dean blew out a slow breath, like he didn’t dare believe you yet, but some tiny part of him wanted to. Needed to.

A little while later, Dean turned the Impala off with a heavy sigh, his hand lingering on the keys for a second longer than necessary.

You looked around, blinking at the place he’d pulled into, a massive, dimly lit underground garage, walls of concrete and old stone. A few other cars sat parked along the edges, all different makes and models, most of them a little beat-up but clearly loved. It was… strange. But not scary.

You shifted slightly in your seat, taking it all in. The place felt… ancient. Solid. Like it had been here longer than you could imagine, untouched by the world above. The walls were lined with pipes and heavy iron beams; old, yellowed lights buzzed quietly overhead.

It should have felt cold. Claustrophobic, maybe. But somehow, with Dean sitting beside you, his hand still resting loosely on the keys, it didn’t. It just felt… important.

Dean finally pulled the keys from the ignition with a soft jingle, breaking the silence between you. He sat back against the seat, scrubbing a hand over his face like he was still bracing himself.

You touched his forearm lightly, your fingers brushing over the leather of his jacket. He turned his head toward you, his green eyes wary, searching. "You sure you’re ready for this, sweetheart?", he asked, voice rough but low, almost tender.

You gave him a small, sure smile. "I’m with you. That’s all that matters".

Something in his face cracked then, something he’d been holding tight behind all those layers for far too long. He didn't smile right away. He just looked at you.

Finally, he nodded, slow and a little shaky. "Okay", he muttered. "Let’s go".

You both climbed out of the Impala, your footsteps echoing slightly in the wide, empty space. Dean instinctively came around the car to your side, reaching for your hand, not pulling, just holding, as he led you toward a heavy metal door set into the far wall.

He punched in a code on a faded old keypad, the lock clanking open with a mechanical groan. "You’ll get used to it", he muttered as he pushed the door open, glancing back at you. You squeezed his hand in silent reassurance.

The door swung wide, revealing a long stone hallway lit by low, warm lights spaced out along the ceiling. It felt like stepping back in time. The air smelled faintly of old paper, leather, and something metallic you couldn’t quite place.

Dean led you through the hallway, his thumb stroking absent circles against the back of your hand. You could feel the tension in his shoulders, how tightly wound he was, even now, even with you.

At the end of the hall, the space opened up and your breath caught in your throat.

An enormous library stretched out in front of you, sprawling and beautiful in its own rugged way. Tall, arched ceilings. Walls lined with ancient books. Heavy tables covered in open lore books, scattered notes, and maps. It wasn’t just a bunker. It was a sanctuary.

Dean tugged you a little closer instinctively, his hand firm but careful at the small of your back. And that’s when you spotted them. Three figures were gathered near one of the central tables, a tall man with long hair you instantly recognized as Sam, a serious-looking guy in a wrinkled trench coat (Cas, Dean had said?), and a younger man who was practically vibrating with energy.

Dean let out a low groan under his breath. "Great", he muttered. "Full house".

You smiled to yourself but squeezed his hand tighter in encouragement.

Sam looked up first, blinking in surprise, then smiled warmly. "Dean", he said, his voice carrying easily through the vast space. "Didn’t know you were bringing… company".

Dean gave a stiff little nod, tugging you slightly closer to his side like he was ready to physically shield you from whatever might happen next.

Jack bounced to his feet, waving enthusiastically. "Hi! I’m Jack! You must be Dean’s Girlfriend!".

Dean groaned again, under his breath this time. You laughed softly, squeezing his hand once more in reassurance before stepping forward with a shy, warm smile. "I’m (Y/N)", you said, your voice steady even though your heart was pounding a little.

Cas nodded slightly from where he stood, his head tilting in a way that was somehow both curious and cautious. "I am Castiel", he said in a deep, gravelly voice. "It’s good that you're here. Dean has not emotionally bonded with another human at this level in quite some time. It is essential for his psychological—".

Dean nearly choked. "Alright, that's enough, Cas", he barked quickly, cutting him off.

Before you could even blink, Dean’s arm slid firmly around your waist, steering you away from the others, his hand warm and strong at the small of your back. "Come on", he muttered, his voice low and gruff. "Let’s get you somethin’ to drink".

You laughed under your breath, letting him guide you down another wide hallway. You could still hear Jack’s excited voice bouncing off the stone walls behind you, and Sam’s low, tired sigh trying to wrangle him.

Dean didn’t slow down until you were tucked safely inside what looked like a wide, industrial-style kitchen, all old metal fixtures and worn tile floors. He let go of you reluctantly, moving to the fridge and grabbing a couple of beers. "Sorry about that", he muttered, handing you one without quite meeting your eyes. "Cas, uh… he means well. Just doesn’t really do that whole ‘filter’ thing".

You smiled, popping the cap off your beer and watching him as he leaned back against the counter, taking a long pull from his. "It’s okay", you said, stepping a little closer to him. "I like them. They seem… real".

Dean huffed a soft laugh, finally meeting your gaze and the tension in his shoulders eased just a little. "Yeah", he said. "They're real, alright. Real pain in my ass, sometimes".

But there was no heat behind the words. Just affection. The kind of deep, bone-deep loyalty that didn’t come easy and never went away once Dean gave it.

You leaned against the counter next to him, bumping your shoulder lightly against his. He bumped you back, just a gentle nudge, but the way his hand brushed lightly over the small of your back again told you everything he couldn’t say yet.

Dean watched you as you looked around the kitchen, the worn-in coziness of it despite the cold stone walls, the little signs of life tucked into corners: a coffee pot that looked like it ran 24/7, mugs with cracks repaired in the handles, faded notes pinned haphazardly to a corkboard. It was lived-in. Real. Just like him. And somehow, it made you fall for him even harder.

Dean watched your face, watched the way you didn’t shrink back, didn’t judge, didn’t run, and something in his chest loosened painfully. "You’re takin' this all a hell of a lot better than I thought you would", he said quietly, voice rough but full of something almost like wonder.

You smiled at him, small, sure, solid, the same way you always did when he needed it most. "I’m here for you, Dean", you said simply. "Wherever that leads".

Dean stared at you for a long moment, long enough that you started to wonder if you’d said too much, too soon. Then he leaned in slowly, cupping your cheek in his rough, calloused hand, and kissed you. It was slow, sweet, a little tentative, like he was still afraid you might disappear. You kissed him back just as slowly, your hand resting over his heart, feeling it hammering beneath your palm.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm and shaky. "God, sweetheart", he whispered, voice cracking just slightly, "you’re gonna ruin me".

You smiled, brushing your thumb along his jaw. "Maybe", you whispered back. "But I’ll take good care of you".

Dean let out a shaky laugh, the kind that sounded almost like a sob if you listened close enough, and kissed you again, softer this time, more certain.

A little while later, you found yourself perched on the kitchen counter, your legs swinging gently back and forth as you nursed the last of your beer. Dean stood a few feet away, leaning casually against the counter opposite you, his arms crossed over his broad chest. His beer sat forgotten beside him, his green eyes locked onto you, studying you like he was trying to figure out how to start.

You gave him a teasing little smile, tipping the neck of your beer toward him. "You’re staring", you said lightly.

Dean huffed out a soft laugh through his nose, shifting his weight. "Yeah", he said, voice low, almost fond. "Hard not to".

Your cheeks warmed a little, but you didn’t look away. Something hung in the air between you, heavy, expectant, and you knew he was building up to something.

Dean pushed off the counter slowly, coming to stand in front of you. His hands rested on the edge of the counter on either side of your thighs, caging you in, but not in a way that made you feel trapped. Safe. Protected. Always.

He dipped his head a little, meeting your eyes seriously now. "Listen, sweetheart…", he started, then paused, searching your face. "You know how I said this life ain’t normal?".

You nodded, your heart picking up a little.

He blew out a breath. "Thing is… it's not construction jobs and road trips or shit like that".

You tilted your head slightly, giving him an encouraging look.

Dean’s fingers tapped a restless rhythm against the counter near your hip. "You ever hear about, uh… monsters?".

You blinked at him. Then laughed. "Monsters?", you repeated, grinning. "What, like… vampires and werewolves?".

Dean didn’t smile. Didn’t laugh. He just looked at you, steady and serious.

The grin slipped off your face slowly. "You’re… kidding", you said after a beat, still trying to keep your tone light.

"I wish I was", he muttered.

You stared at him, trying to process, trying to figure out if this was some kind of elaborate joke. "So what", you said slowly, setting your empty beer bottle aside, "you’re telling me you fight… what? Vampires? Ghosts? The damn boogeyman?".

Dean nodded, almost apologetically. "And demons, shapeshifter… whatever you can think of", he added.

You laughed again, a little nervously this time, studying his face for any sign he was messing with you. But there wasn’t even a flicker of teasing. Dean Winchester was dead serious. "Come on", you said, trying to smile, trying to give him an out. "You’re messing with me".

Dean’s hands shifted slightly, his fingers brushing against your thighs as if grounding himself, or maybe you. "I ain’t", he said quietly. "I swear to you, sweetheart. Every word’s the truth".

You searched his face — the open sincerity there, the raw edge of nerves in his eyes — and your heart stuttered. He wasn’t joking. He wasn’t lying. This was real. Or at least… real to him. You swallowed thickly, your mind spinning.

Dean watched you carefully, like he was waiting for you to bolt, for you to laugh in his face for real, for you to do all the things he’d been terrified you might once you knew. But you didn’t. You just looked at him. At the man who had held you through the night, who had kissed you like you were his whole world, who had never once made you feel unsafe even though he carried the weight of monsters in his blood. And you stayed.

"You’re serious", you said finally, your voice soft but steady.

Dean nodded once. "Yeah", he said roughly. "I am".

You let out a shaky breath and gave a small, almost disbelieving laugh, not because you thought he was crazy, but because your heart was doing that stupid, reckless thing where it told you it didn’t matter.

Dean shifted a little where he stood in front of you, still watching you so carefully, like he was waiting for you to crack under the weight of everything he was trying to tell you. You didn’t. You just gave him a small, slightly overwhelmed smile and said, “Okay. So… tell me”.

Dean blinked, clearly not expecting that response. “You sure?”, he asked, voice rough. “Ain’t exactly bedtime story material”.

You nodded, bracing your hands on the edge of the counter behind you. “I’m listening”.

Dean ran a hand through his hair and huffed a slow breath. “Alright”, he said, voice settling into that low, familiar rumble you loved. “Where do I even start?”. He paced a little in front of you, gathering his thoughts. “Vampires are real”, he began, ticking it off like a checklist. “Werewolves, ghosts, demons. Witches, too. Sirens, banshees… shapeshifters”.

You stared at him, wide-eyed, trying to absorb it all.

Dean gave a humorless chuckle. “Yeah, I know how it sounds. Trust me, I didn’t believe it either, not at first.”

You tucked a damp strand of hair behind your ear, heart pounding. “But… you hunt them?”.

Dean nodded. “Me and Sam… we grew up in it. Our dad was a hunter too. Been doin’ this since I was a kid”. He leaned back against the opposite counter, arms crossed loosely, giving you space. “You name it, we’ve probably killed it. Saved a lot of people along the way. Lost a lot too”. There was a weight in his voice when he said that, heavy, full of old wounds you hadn’t seen yet.

You swallowed hard, feeling the edges of your reality tilt a little. It sounded insane. It was insane. But the thing was — Dean wasn’t insane. He was the most solid, real thing you’d ever known. You nodded slowly, trying to piece it all together. “You’re like… real-life ghostbusters?”.

Dean barked out a short, rough laugh and for the first time in minutes, some of the tension in him eased. “Yeah”, he said, smirking. “Minus the whole ‘gettin’ paid’ part”.

You smiled back, still reeling, still trying to process, but you meant it. You were listening. Really listening. Even if part of your brain was still insisting this couldn’t be real.

Meanwhile, down the hallway, just out of sight, Castiel was standing dead still, his head tilted toward the kitchen in that weird, birdlike way he had when he was concentrating.

Sam passed by, carrying a stack of books. He frowned when he saw Cas just standing there, motionless. “Cas?”, he asked cautiously. “What are you doing?”.

“I am observing”, Castiel said simply, his voice low.

Jack came bounding up behind them, nearly bouncing in excitement. “Observing what?”.

Cas turned his head slightly, still keeping his focus on the conversation you and Dean were having inside the kitchen. “Dean is explaining to (Y/N) the nature of our reality”, he said solemnly. “She appears… confused. But receptive”.

Sam’s face tightened. “Cas…”, he said slowly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “You’re eavesdropping”.

Cas blinked at him, looking genuinely confused. “I am… monitoring”, he corrected, as if that made it perfectly acceptable.

Jack grinned. “Dean’s totally in love with her”, he whispered loudly.

Sam groaned under his breath. “Yeah, kid”, he muttered. “I know”.

Back in the kitchen, Dean hadn’t noticed his unofficial surveillance team yet. He was too busy watching you, the way your face shifted from disbelief to curiosity to something softer as he kept talking. “You’re taking this better than most people would”, he said after a moment, his voice quieter now. “Hell, better than I did, when I was a kid”.

You let out a long, slow sigh, setting your empty beer bottle down on the counter beside you. Dean’s eyes flicked to the movement, his shoulders tensing slightly like he was bracing for you to bolt. Instead, you slid forward on the counter just a little, your knees brushing lightly against his hips where he stood in front of you. "You don’t seem like a nuts guy", you said softly, giving him a small, tired smile.

Dean’s eyebrows lifted slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching up in something close to a grin. "Yeah?", he asked, a little rough around the edges. "Coulda fooled me".

You shook your head, reaching out to tug gently at the front of his flannel shirt, an unconscious gesture, grounding yourself with him. "You’re the most solid thing I’ve ever known, Dean", you said simply. "And maybe this all sounds crazy, sure. But you don’t".

Dean swallowed hard, his hand lifting instinctively to cradle the side of your face, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheekbone. For a long second, neither of you said anything. You just existed there — in that quiet, fragile bubble — breathing the same air, feeling the same pulse of something so much bigger than either of you could name.

"You have no idea", he murmured finally, his voice low and thick, "how much I needed to hear that".

You leaned into his hand without thinking, closing your eyes for a second, feeling the way his thumb kept moving, slow and soothing. When you opened them again, Dean was staring at you like you were the only thing in the whole damn world that made sense.

Meanwhile, back down the hallway, Jack was practically vibrating in place with excitement. "Are they gonna kiss again?", he whispered loudly.

Sam sighed heavily, dragging a hand down his face. "I don’t know, Jack. Maybe".

"I think they should kiss again", Jack said helpfully. "Dean sounds like he wants to kiss her".

Cas, still very seriously "monitoring" the situation, nodded once in agreement. "It would be logical", he said solemnly. "Physical affection often reinforces emotional bonds between humans".

Sam gave up. He turned and started walking toward the library, muttering under his breath, "I need a drink".

Jack and Cas stayed exactly where they were, still hovering near the kitchen doorway like the world's least subtle spies.

Back in the kitchen, Dean finally dropped his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. "You're somethin' else, sweetheart", he whispered, his voice rough and tender all at once.

You smiled softly and tilted your chin up just enough to brush your lips against his, a kiss so light, so gentle, it was barely more than a breath. But it was everything. Dean kissed you back, slow, lingering, like he had all the time in the world.

When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours again, breathing you in. "You’re not scared?", he asked, so quietly you barely caught it.

You opened your eyes, meeting his. "Not of you", you said simply.

Dean lingered there for a moment longer, forehead pressed against yours, like he needed to soak in your closeness just a little more. Then, without much warning, but still slow enough to be careful, he slid his hands to your hips, gripping you firmly and lifting you off the counter with effortless strength. You gasped, your hands flying up to clutch at his shoulders.

Dean just smirked, that slow, wicked little grin tugging at the corner of his mouth as he settled you against him, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. "Got you", he murmured against your ear, the rough scrape of his voice making you shiver.

He adjusted his hold on you easily, like you weighed nothing at all, and started walking, carrying you down the hall, away from the kitchen, toward another part of the bunker.

You laughed breathlessly, holding tighter to him. "Dean", you whispered, your heart hammering wildly against his chest.

"Yeah, sweetheart?", he rumbled, walking like he had nowhere to be but with you.

"Where are you taking me?".

Dean glanced down at you, his eyes dark and soft all at once. "Show you my room", he said simply. "’Bout time you see it".

You bit your lip, feeling heat rise to your cheeks, but you didn’t argue. You didn’t want to. Wrapped up in Dean, pressed so close you could feel every breath he took, you felt safe.

Meanwhile, back in the library, Sam was flipping through a lore book, trying very hard to mind his own business. Jack, however, was practically vibrating with excitement, bouncing slightly in his chair. Cas, standing stiffly by the table, cleared his throat.

Sam didn’t look up. He was trying so hard not to ask.

Finally, Cas spoke, in his typical, flat, utterly serious tone: "I believe", Cas announced solemnly, "that Dean and (Y/N) are going to engage in coitus".

Jack perked up immediately, grinning wide. "Really?!".

Sam closed his eyes and dropped his forehead to the table with a groan. "Cas…", he muttered into the wood. "Please. Please stop talking".

Cas tilted his head, confused. "I am simply making an observation based on physical proximity, increased body temperature, and their mutual emotional attraction".

Jack leaned forward eagerly. "That’s a good thing, right?".

Sam raised his head slowly, giving Cas a pained look. "Yes, Jack", he said tiredly. "It’s a good thing. It’s just… not something we talk about".

Cas frowned. "But Dean talks about it. Frequently".

Sam groaned again, this time louder. Jack giggled, delighted.

Cas blinked. "I thought emotional support between members of the family unit was encouraged".

Sam shoved the lore book across the table and stood up. "I’m getting a drink. A big one this time", he announced. "You two… stay here. And stop listening to Dean’s sex life, for the love of—".

He didn’t even finish. He just walked away, muttering darkly.

Jack looked up at Cas, wide-eyed. "Are they gonna get married next?".

Cas considered it very seriously. "It is… highly probable", he said after a long moment.

Jack beamed. "I hope I get to be the flower boy!".

Cas nodded, fully solemn. "I will ensure it".

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰 

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[sweetshuga]

「 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑪𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒚 ✧ 𝑪.𝑺 」

«series masterlist»

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: Mentions of death and I think that’s it ’cause this is more of an intro (lore drop) than a real chapter.

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟏.𝟖 𝒌

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: I dunno how well this’ll do, but even if it flops I will continue it ’cause the concept is way too good to js let go. Also, this chapter is pre-written! I’m still on a writing break (meaning I won’t write much, only when I feel like it).

𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝑰𝒏 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒅: English is not my first language!

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Your hatred for your sister grew tremendously during middle school. Until you finally found the heart to forgive her when you transferred to a new school. Only for her to get with the guy you like and break your trust all over again.

Chapter zero: Twins forever...?

You and your twin sister were inseparable, always by each other’s side- No, let’s not sugarcoat it.

She was the second born and even though you were identical twins, she was the golden child, the popular one, the prettier one, the smarter one.

You were a naïve kid, a people pleaser from a young age. You let everyone treat you like the innocent girl you were.

But your sister was the exact opposite.

She was a little genius, playing with people as if they were her own personal dolls. She’d bat her eyelashes, play the innocent card and blame you for whatever trouble she caused.

And the worst part? Everyone believed her.

You took all the blame like an idiot, but you used to adore your sister so you never spoke up. You truly believed when she said you and her had a special bond and should never lie to each other or snitch on one another—or the bond would break.

A little mastermind, wasn’t she?

You didn’t even take a second to question when she began wanting everything you had.

"She’s my twin so it isn’t odd for her to want the same things as me." Is what you always told yourself.

But you realized all too late how bad it had become.

It was around mid may during the second year of middle school, the weather was warm and inviting, and you had finally decided to confess to the boy you had been crushing on for a while.

You arrived at the back of the school, where you told him to meet you at, and instead of seeing the guy standing there alone and waiting for you, you saw something that had you blinking in confusion.

You saw your sister beside him, both of them leaning against the wall of the school, talking and laughing, too close to each other for it to be a casual, friendly chat.

That’s when you heard something that made your heart drop.

"I like you, do you wanna go out with me?" Your sister asked, followed by the blonde boy’s overly enthusiastic response.

"Really? I mean- Yeah, I’d love to."

You felt betrayed. Utterly fucking betrayed.

You had told her about the boy you liked and she even encouraged you to confess that exact day. Hell, she was the one that told you to tell him to meet you at the back of the school building, so you wouldn’t have to worry about unwanted attention from passerbys.

You thought she was being considerate, helping her sister out, wanting you to be happy. But you could not have been more wrong.

She knew you were watching.

And she wanted to see how far it could go. How much she could take before you broke.

That’s how she became obsessed with taking the spotlight from you, wanting everything you had, and more.

And it wasn’t long before you finally saw her true intentions. You couldn’t believe how blind you had been.

Sure, you knew she wasn’t as innocent as she made herself out to be, but you’d never have thought things would go this far.

You began to distance yourself from her. Bit by bit.

Every time you’d buy something you wanted for yourself, you’d hide it, make sure she’d never get to know about it. And you started to keep your crushes a secret, not wanting her to know, in fear of her dating them.

You were so so careful for years.

Until grade 10. That’s when Chris came along.

Due to some complications with the house you lived in, your family had to move, and after some searching, your parents found a cozy home in Somerville, Massachusetts.

It was a given that you’d move schools and that terrified you.

You were never one to be out and social, always behind your sister—in her shadows—when you were younger. Maybe that was why you relied on her so much despite how she treated you.

"Are you nervous, Candy?" Your sister asked, fixing her hair in her pink little pocket mirror, as your father drove you both to your new school.

"Yeah... You’re not?" You asked back, wiping your clammy hands on your skirt nervously.

She turned her head towards you, pausing her movements, and just stared at you for a moment, studying you almost. Then, as sudden as her silence was, came the sweet giggle.

"Of course not. It’s fun." She said, smiling as she looked back in the mirror in her hand, her expression completely different from the strange one she gave you. "You’ll get to meet new people and make new friends. Right, dad?"

Your father briefly looked in the rear-view mirror at you two and smiled fondly, speaking in that gruff but soft tone, the one that never failed to make you feel safe and loved. "Of course, sweetheart. You’ll make so many new friends. I’m sure my girls will be just fine."

His reassurance made some of the tension in your shoulders ease, but the anxiousness was still present.

When you arrived at the new school, your sister linked arms with you and pulled you towards the entrance enthusiastically.

As much as you told yourself you despised her, you couldn’t help but feel slightly lighter thanks to her contagious enthusiasm.

With the help of a teacher, you two found the classroom you’re supposed to be in and knocked on the door.

A homely looking woman opened the classroom door and her face broke into a warm smile, ushering you two into the classroom before closing the door behind you two.

She walked to the middle of the white board, followed by you and your sister, and cleared her throat loudly, catching the majority of the students’ attention.

"So, as you all know, there are two new students transferring to our class. Remember to treat them kindly." She said, in a gentle tone with enough firmness to hold authority.

The teacher then turned towards you and your sister with that same kind smile. "Well, why don’t you introduce yourselves?"

Your sister began before you could, her bright smile and sparkling eyes immediately catching the attention of the students.

"My name is Cherry and I have a twin sister," she turned her head towards you and smiled, pulling you closer by the arm, before turning back towards the class, "her name is Candy."

"We have a lot of hobbies and I think it’ll take too long to name them all so I won’t, but I hope we all can get along!" Her cheerfulness contrasted starkly with your shy smile and quiet nature.

The teacher assigned you seats. Your sister sat in the front with a bubbly blonde girl while you sat beside a brunette boy, his attention fully on his phone—which he hid under his desk whenever the teacher passed by.

During a lull in the lesson, you accidentally brushed your arm against the boy’s. Goosebumps immediately broke out on your arm at the contact and you scooted away from him, almost sitting at the edge of your chair.

The boy seemed to notice your reaction, a small smirk creeping up his lips.

"You don’t have to look so startled, you know?" He tried to hide his amusement but the teasing tone in his voice was painfully noticeable.

You looked up at him, finally making eye contact and only now noticing how good looking he was.

"I... I’m sorry...?" Even you didn’t know what you were apologizing for.

The guy laughed heartily, receiving a warning glare from the teacher, making him quiet down to small giggles.

"Sorry, didn’t mean to laugh at you..." He softened his grin, genuinely apologetic. "It’s just, you don’t have to apologize. I was just teasing you... Let’s get along, okay?"

You nodded slowly and muttered. "Okay."

His smile had your heart feeling like it was melting and doing somersaults at once.

Maybe your sister was right.

Transferring wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

You were stupid. Too stupid to remember your sister’s antics and told her about your crush on Chris during lunch.

"You know Chris?" You asked, taking a bite out of your sandwich.

"Yeah, of course I do. He’s the boy that’s been hanging around you like a puppy." She teased, sipping from her box of apple juice.

"Cherry!" You laughed. "He doesn’t hang around me like a puppy."

"Candy, he does. Maybe you’re just too blind to see it." She grinned, her eyes softening ever so slightly as she watched you laugh before schooling her expression back to the teasing one.

"I think... I mean, I know I do." You stammered, face heating up as you took a sip from your water bottle, hoping it’ll do something to help the sudden pang of nervousness.

"You know what?" She cocked an eyebrow, a teasing smirk on her lips that she didn’t try to hide.

You took a slow breath and mumbled quickly. "I have a crush on Chris-" "I know."

You paused, blinking at your sister, and she simply grinned at you.

"It’s painstakingly obvious you like him. You have your heart on your sleeves, Candy. It’s a surprise Chris doesn’t know you like him... Or maybe he does~" She giggled loudly when she saw your eyes widen.

"Don’t joke about that," you mumbled, taking another bite out of your sandwich.

Cherry just laughed, leaving a few teasing remarks before stopping.

A few days went by after that conversation and you began to notice how much closer your sister was to Chris than before.

Chris was, of course, kind to your sister as well, hanging out with you both. His brothers sometimes joined when you went to his house.

Everything was going well. You even decided not to hold any bad feelings towards your sister, forgiving her and simply living your high school life like you wanted to.

It was obvious to everyone that Chris treated you a little differently than he did to his other friends. Like you were something precious. And you held that to your heart.

You were his best friend. Were.

Slowly, but surely, your sister took your place as his best friend. And Chris let her.

Before you knew it, they had begun dating.

The news made your stomach churn. But what could you even do?

There was nothing you could do.

And that killed you.

Seeing the guy you loved with her, laughing and looking genuinely happy—as if he really, truly, loved her—broke you.

Then, on the night of your graduation day, your sister was unfortunately hit by a car while she was on her way to Chris’s house.

Unfortunate indeed.

Although your twin sister passed away, you didn’t feel sad. Not one bit. You didn’t cry. Didn’t even shed a single tear.

Her funeral was on an awfully sunny day. As if reflecting how much of a bright person she was.

You felt sick to your stomach and not because she was dead but because it felt like you were in a nightmare, looking at your own corpse being lowered six feet underground.

She was your twin sister after all. Identical twins to be exact.

But she’s gone now.

You can finally live the way you want without fearing she’ll steal the things you value the most. You can finally have what was yours first.

You can finally have him.

End of chapter zero

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

[geeky-politics-46]

NSFW Alphabet

John F. Walker (US Agent)

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He is pretty great at aftercare, actually. He will check in with you to make sure you are okay and help clean you up. I think he's the kind of guy who would immediately shift to put himself in the wet spot so you can have the dry comfy spot without even saying a word about it. I also think he is a massive fan of cuddling after sex, even if he doesn't necessarily say it. If you try to get up to get dressed or do anything more than pee, he's immediately trying to pull you back into bed and wrapping himself around you. He likes cuddling with you completely bare against him. Especially once he's really let himself fall for you. He has missed being held and holding someone in return. He didn't even realize how much he missed it, but he did.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think John has a lot of things he likes about himself. I think he's very proud of his muscles. Even before the serum, he worked really hard for them. I think he likes his eyes. They are what people tend to compliment the most. I think his favorite thing, though, is his smile. He was always smiling in photos before. He sees the posters and pictures of him smiling proudly, and now, whenever he smiles, he tries to channel that confidence again. That's part of why he grew the beard. To disguise from the fact that his smile was so different now. He can never quite get the smile to go all the way up to his eyes. Until you. You brought back his genuine smile again.

In his partner, I feel like John likes the curvier bits. Hips and thighs. He likes having something to grip onto. Something that jiggles when he fucks you. Something he can cuddle into and snuggle up with. A part of him also likes the idea that you have birthing hips. He wants more kids. The caveman part of his brain immediately hones in on the fact that you are built perfectly for that. He'd be lying if he said he didn't also love leaving little bruises and marks over the soft skin of your hips and thighs. If he's eating you out he's gonna be biting your inner thighs at least a couple times. If you're on top he's holding onto your hips so tight you're gonna have fingerprints.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

At first he's very particular about only cumming in your mouth or in your pussy. After you catch him watching porn one day you find out he really has a fantasy about cumming all over your face and tits. It hadn't really been a huge turn on before, but he cums a lot now because of the serum and that makes the idea all the more appealing to him. He loves the idea of essentially marking your body. Of you letting him cover you in himself. It’s possessive and intimate all at the same time. Since he can cum multiple times in a short period thanks to the serum he will be especially over the moon if you let him cum inside you and then all over you, back to back. He'll think he's died and gone to heaven if you let him take a video of it or pictures of you afterward for when he's away on a mission. The first time cums all over your pussy he swears it could be considered art. If he's feeling romantic or his breeding kink is going full strength he just wants to cum in your pussy. Filling you up and then daydreaming about getting the second chance at the happy life with a white picket and you bouncing his babies on your hip. Except this time he won't fuck it up.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He is absolutely dying to fuck you while he's still wearing his suit. It's his biggest fantasy. He's praying you will ask him when he gets back from a mission and tends to linger before he takes it off or tries it on at random times in hopes you'll figure out what he wants. He doesn't want to ask for it, but absolutely wants it to happen. He loves that it makes him feel manly and in command. He also knows he looks pretty damn hot in it. In particular, pressed up against the wall with you hanging onto the harness for his shield or with you bent over in front of a mirror. Also he would really like it if you happened to call him Captain while he's fucking you in the suit. Actually he's gonna need to fuck you in the suit at least twice. Once with the helmet on and once without

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I tend to believe he and Olivia were each other's first. So he has maybe only had a couple of partners. Obviously, he was with Olivia for a long time, and they have a kid, so he knows what he's doing. He's also very much an overachiever. That being said, I think the variety of his experience is pretty limited. Probably hasn't done much beyond what would be considered vanilla. That doesn't mean he's not open to it. You just may have to teach him, and he will 1000% pretend he knows all of this already, even if it is completely new. I also don't know that I see him going above and beyond to learn if you aren't doing it with him. He's got tried and true ways of getting himself off. He feels there's no need to fix it if it ain't broken.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Mating press or horizontal cowgirl with him fucking up into you instead of you doing the work. He likes positions that feel a little intense where he can press his body tight to yours and give him a lot of control over speed and depth. He's a control freak with abandonment issues. He wants to be in charge and he wants to know you aren't going anywhere until he's done with you. Mating press is his go-to on any given day. Something feels very primal about it and the way it opens you up for him, but he still gets all the benefits of missionary like being able to kiss and talk to you. Horizontal cowgirl is his pick if he's feeling a little subby. He'll let you have control at the start, let you set the pace and ride him, but by the end he's usually holding you against his chest so tight you can't move and he's busy pounding into you from the bottom. If he's had a really bad day or is really frustrated he wants it in doggy or prone. A position where he can just go to town and fuck the shit out of you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He is a definite dork, but that definitely doesn't translate to the bedroom. He can be a smartass in both normal situations and sexy ones, but he generally considers sex to be a more serious intimate moment. It's somewhere he can let his guard down and doesn't have to hide behind his shield or his sarcasm. You get to see a side of him no one else does. A side that isn't protecting itself with sarcastic humor or hidden by ego. He almost feels like these moments between you are sacred. You get glimpses of the sweet man he was before the military really got a hold of him, and before the government decided he was a weapon to be discarded once he made them look bad. You can see why Olivia had fallen for him, and yet at the same time, you can see why him changing broke her. He has a lot of heart, he has just built up so many walls around it it's not always obvious to everyone else.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's meticulous about it. He doesn't necessarily mean to be, but it's something harmless he can obsess over when he gets in his head. He's been told by strangers that he looks better with the beard. You kind of agree, but you tell him you'd love him either way. He keeps everything trimmed. He's not insanely hairy, just enough to feel manly to you. You love to run your fingers through the hair on his chest and tease him about how you never thought you'd be with a blonde guy and how you always liked guys with dark hair before him. The hair on his chest and his pubic hair is just a touch darker than the hair on his head. It's more the same color as his beard. He's still blonde all over, though. When you want to get frisky in the mornings, you love waking him up by letting your fingers start on his chest and slowly tease over his abdomen following his happy trail until you are stroking him. He practically starts purring when you do this.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He gets very in the moment. Totally focused on the task at hand, getting both of you off. Sometimes, he does lean more romantic. I firmly believe there is still a soft sweet hopeless romantic guy in there somewhere. He's just buried deep, and he has to trust you before revealing that side of himself. Even when it isn't overly romantic or soft, it's still very intimate and intense. As we've discussed before, he just wants so much to be good enough and not let people down. He doesn't want to let you down, and he wants to be enough for you. Even if he doubts himself, he's gonna give it everything he has every time. Even when he lets you take charge, he still will make sure that you are satisfied. I think once he falls for you, he falls hard and will do everything in his power to try and communicate how much he cares for you in bed. Sometimes he fucks you, but sometimes he full on makes love to you.

J = Jerk off (masturbation headcanon)

He jerks off a lot. Partly because of the serum, and his stamina will always outpace yours. He can jerk off in the morning and still have plenty to give you that night. Partly for stress relief. It's a good way to get his mind off something that is bothering him. You have caught him a few times. Walking in on him with some sort of porn on, his eyes closed and his hips thrusting up into his fist. It's gotten common enough at this point that you think he might like it when you catch him. Especially if you start teasing him about how needy he is. He always cums really quickly when you playfully scold him about jerking off when all he had to do was ask for your pussy and he could have had the real thing. He jerks off the most when one of you is away on a mission. In these instances he's almost always thinking of you and how he'd much rather be in bed with you moaning underneath him than stuck God knows where dealing with idiots.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise kink. He wants to hear how good he feels. How good he's making you feel. How big his cock is. How well he fucks you. He wants you to tell him he's pretty and that you want him more than you've ever wanted anymore. If you tell him he's a good boy he will practically spontaneously combust. He can almost cum just from your praise alone. He just wants to be loved and told he's enough, both in and out of the bedroom.

Breeding kink. He also didn't really consider this to be a kink necessarily until you mentioned it. Humans are supposed to procreate, right? Isn't everyone turned on by the idea of breeding their partner? He didn't really dirty talk that much until you started encouraging him to say those thoughts out loud. Now, there are days where all he can think about is knocking you up. How sexy you would look with a pregnant belly and swollen breasts. Talking about cumming in you over and over until you are leaking him for days and your body has no choice but to give him a kid.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Not a fan of PDAs, so he definitely prefers the bedroom. He's not opposed to other places for quickies, though. He likes being in a safe place with you where he can really let his guard down. Let his mind and body relax and indulge. The place he's most comfortable doing that is in one of your bedrooms. He also really likes to cuddle after sex, but he will never admit it out loud. That's much easier to play off as “making you comfortable” in bed. That being said if one of you, or both of you, have been on a long mission he's not opposed to fucking you the first place he can get you alone. Especially if he's still wearing his suit, as we discussed earlier. At least one team member has almost walked in on you in a closet or bathroom or something. There was also an incident on the jet that made Yelena consider pouring bleach in her eyes.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Praise and genuine affection. At this point, he's so used to everybody either taking the piss out of him or treating him like dirt. If you actually treat him kindly he'll follow you like a puppy. He's not used to soft things anymore, and it makes his mind spin a little when you don't immediately start making jokes at his expense. We've all agreed this man desperately craves praise both in and out of the bedroom. If you want to get him going, all you have to do is hold him close and whisper in his ear how sexy he looks or how good he did on a mission or in an interview. If you think to call him Captain or Agent, his knees will go a little wobbly. I also think he's a very visual guy. So you in his shirt or any sort of lingerie, doesn't matter if it's something fancy or just a silky nightie, will get his blood flowing south pretty quickly

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Swinging or watching you with someone else is a non-starter. This man can get very possessive. He doesn't even like it when someone else flirts with you, even if its a mutual friend. He sure as shit isn't gonna let someone else fuck you. I also see him as being a pretty faithful guy. I dont even think hes the kind of guy who would be into strip clubs if he has a hot woman he loves waiting at home. He doesn't want anyone else so the idea of swinging is a hard pass. He would feel like he was cheating even if it was something you both agreed to. He's not very kinky. So I see a lot of freakier stuff being a turn off for him. Handcuffs and spanking? He'll figure it out. Whips and chains or full on BDSM? Nope. Not for him. Also not a fan of weapons play in the bedroom. That's a part of his life he'd rather keep separate from sexy time. I don't think he'd be into exhibitionism or voyeurism either. Unless it's just you and him watching each other. That he can get into.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

If you ask him, he'll definitely tell you he prefers to be the one receiving. He loves how you work him so well. How manly he feels when you are on your knees focusing on his pleasure. He loves when you moan around his cock like he's the most delicious treat you've ever had. He's particularly sensitive when you start licking and sucking on his balls. He can't keep himself from fucking your throat when you look up at him while you take his whole cock in your mouth and suck.

However, the way he eats your pussy, you have a sneaking suspicion he actually prefers to be the one giving. His eyes never leaving your cunt and his mouth working overtime to bring you to climax. He wants you pulling his hair and grinding against his face. It's not uncommon for him to leave hickeys on your inner thighs almost every time you have sex. He gets so into it he ends up humping the bed more often than not. For a guy who says he's not that crazy about eating pussy, he eats it like his life depends on it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Let's just say if you share a wall with anyone, you will be hearing a lot of complaints from them. On occasion, he can be slow and romantic. Long and deep thrusts. Talking to you the whole time. Fingers interlocked with yours. Lots of kissing. More often, though the super soldier serum and the way he tends to hold onto his emotions leads to rougher sex or at the very least faster thrusting on his part. He gets too into it to be slow. Even if he tries to start slow, by the end the bedframe is creaking, and the drywall behind the headboard is starting to crumble. He's broken at least one bedframe so far, and he's stupidly proud of it. You were slightly mortified when you had to explain to Val how your bed had been completely demolished and that you needed a new one. Perhaps a reinforced one. John just sat there with a big stupid grin on his face the whole time. Also, as mentioned in my headcanons, this has led to a bruised cervix at least once or twice. Or, at the very least, you are walking and sitting very awkwardly for a couple of days.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's absolutely down for a quickie. Especially since with the serum, he's good to go for multiple rounds. At the start of your relationship, he's pretty insatiable. So quickies are a must. If you are alone on a mission together, as soon as the work is done he's pulling you away for a quickie. He does generally prefer not to have to rush his time with you, but he will absolutely never turn down a quickie. Especially if he's a bit upset or frustrated, a quickie is a great way to get him in a better mood. The team immediately calls on you when he's being extra bitchy. He does tend to get a really dopey smile on his face afterward that always gives it away to anyone who knows him though.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's not opposed to trying some new things, but he does like being in his comfort zone and knowing exactly what is going to happen. This is part of why he leans towards constantly being the dominant one. He will try new positions without any hesitation. New surfaces? It depends on where they are and the variables around privacy. Toys or role-playing or anything he'll have a little bit more hesitation with, and you will probably need to bring them up multiple times before he agrees to try them. Eventually, he will probably give in. Especially if the role play you want to do is him as a star quarterback and you as a cheerleader. He also won't take the risk of sex interfering with a mission. Even if it's just the two of you alone in a secluded safe house, he won't give into his urges or yours until the work is done. Once the mission is completed, he'll take you the first chance he gets, but he takes too much pride in his job to let anything else come first.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He's a super soldier. His stamina is off the charts. He doesn't necessarily worry about making each round last a long time because he knows he will be able to go multiple. It's also probably the first time he's really getting to test what the serum has done to him in the bedroom. Somedays, he's probably gonna wanna test how many rounds he can go. Somedays, he's gonna wanna see how long he can last before cumming. He isn't gonna push you past your limits though. Once you tap out he's probably done. He'd rather save the energy for you than exert it by himself when he could be taking care of you… unless you really want him to. We know he is probably very eager to please. You want to watch him or talk him through what you want him to do, he'll put on the best show for you he can. That happens fairly often, actually.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He knows you have them, and he's not gonna stop you from using them, but he's not crazy about them. If he's on a mission, then sure, go ahead and use them on yourself. Especially if you are thinking about him while using them. He knows that he shouldn't be threatened by them, and he's slowly coming around to your bullet vibrator. Especially after you showed him you could use it on him during a blowjob. He still generally lets you be the one to bring it up, and you be the one holding it. Anything bigger or more phallic he's still not sure about. We know he has insecurities around being enough. That would apply to comparing himself to your toys too. If you have a realistic looking dildo he doesn't really want to know about it, even if it's to send him a naughty video while he's away. Maybe someday, a part of his brain is very curious, but he's more worried about how he will start to compare himself to the toy after he sees you cumming from it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He does like to tease. He gets off on you begging for him. He needs you to nerd him. So he will tease you until you are pleading for him. Biting and licking at your thighs and the creases of your hips until you are gripping his hair and trying to push his face into your cunt. Letting his fingers dance around your clit without making direct contact or circling your entrance painfully slowly. Using just the tip of his cock until you are writhing and crying for more. His patience for being teased is not great though. Sometimes he loves it, but if he's having a bad day he will pout and whine if you try to tease him. Ultimately reminding you that he is a super soldier and can stop your little game whenever he wants. You know when he says this he's giving you a warning that he's at the end of his rope.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Just like when he fights, there's lots of grunting, growling, and snarling during sex. Baring his teeth when he gets close to climax. He doesn't even realize all the noises he's making when he gets really into it. He will also encourage you to praise him at every turn. Asking if something he's doing feels good or if you like how he feels inside you. He's not a screamer, but he's certainly not quiet in the bedroom. He loves hearing you talk to him during sex. So he may not talk at length, but he will encourage you to be as elaborate and filthy as you can. Give him directions and feedback. Overwhelm all of his senses. Make him forget everything but how he's making you feel with every deep thrust of his cock or lick of his tongue.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Would absolutely love his partner to do a striptease for him or give him a lap dance. This man craves attention. Having all your attention on him as you put on a naughty little show for him is a dream come true. The thought of you slowly taking off your clothes and wiggling around naked in his lap just for his enjoyment makes him downright giddy. It's an extra boost to his ego if you get aroused and wet doing this for him. He won't really ask you to do this for him, but he will be happy as a clam if you come up with the idea. If you take a pole dance class with the girls for shits and giggles, he will ask to see what you learned with a cheeky grin on his face. He knows you can't say no when he smiles at you like that. Although be warned, there is no way he's keeping his hands to himself during the lap dance portion. At the very least, he's gripping onto your hips or fondling your breasts. By the end of the song, he'll probably have his fingers inside you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

The serum didn't really change much here. He didn't completely change size like Steve or get a ton more muscle mass like Bucky. When he's soft, he's the same size he always was. Average. It's not huge, but not small. Like most men, he probably wishes he was a little bigger, but he's not unhappy with it. He was pleasantly surprised the first time he got hard after taking the serum that he was about an inch longer and a bit thicker than he was before. I definitely think he has measured to confirm this. He knows that you don't know that the serum did this, but it's probably come up during foreplay that you are getting the bigger post-serum version of him. You tell him you would have been happy with either version, but he's really proud of it now. He also leaks a lot more pre-cum now than he used to. It has made his alone time better, no need for extra lube, and if you like it, he's even happier about it. Bringing your hand to stroke him through his underwear. Ready to have you feel how wet you get him. How much you turn him on.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I feel like he's got massive pent-up energy and has probably been denying himself a lot of things since the events of Falcon and The Winter Soldier. Sex and human touch in general included. I think it's gonna be like shaking a soda can then popping the top. He's literally going to explode once you ceack the seal. He will not be able to get enough. Between his super soldier stamina and all the repressed emotions and energy, you'll be spending a lot of time with him inside you. You are an outlet for his emotions. After one or both of you has been on a mission plan on keeping your schedule completely open for the next day. He feels like he's borderline addicted to fucking you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes him a while to fall asleep. He also sometimes has nightmares about his experiences as a soldier. So even when he's asleep, it's not necessarily restful. He will always wait until you fall asleep before he lets himself fall asleep. He just feels like he can protect you better that way. Holding you however you need him to and just lay there thinking about things. Sometimes, he gets too into his own head to sleep. He likes having some sort of background noise on. Usually some movie or sitcom. Sometimes, he will just lay there and watch you sleep, the tempo of your breathing like a metronome lulling him to sleep himself. He does generally sleep more soundly if you are there next to him. I can also see him being a giant teddy bear who likes to cuddle you close as he falls asleep and when he wakes up. There have been times you've woken up unable to move because a certain super soldier has you pinned to the mattress in his sleep.

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