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wroteclassicaly · 10 months ago

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Summary: During your shift you overhear a conversation that kind of sends you spiraling.

Warnings: Language, angst, self-esteem issues, hurt with MAJOR comfort, and protective Steve.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Female Reader

Wordcount: 1,924

A/N: Just a little something, cause’ I’m on my period and feeling it…

You aren’t acting like your usual self - zero pep in your step, no smiles from anything or for anyone. Steve doesn’t expect that from you all of the time, but he can sense something is majorly wrong. You simply give him a whispered hey as you climb into the beemer’s passenger, buckling your seatbelt and lowering your gaze to the small wallet you’d brought with you today. It’s when he leans across the console, leather creaking under his movements, to kiss you - that he is for surely locked in on something being up with you. You’re pulling yourself away from his lips before they can even touch your cheek.

At the start of your relationship, Steve was always doing checklists, to see if you were unnerved about, even the smallest of things (which never had anything to do with him, half the time, as he found out). He tried to go over what he could’ve done wrong, how he needed to fix that. But as the trust with the new stage of your relationship grew, the romance had cemented itself - Steve felt like he had to do this less and less with you. You were a team - secure and honest.

You, however, are caught into the expanse of your head, strangled by those vines that are always undoing themselves from their silence to torment you. Copious, self-negative, berating thoughts that are meant to tear you apart. You manage to see Steve frown in your peripheral, which makes your lips part in an attempt to start your explanation. He’s more than ready to receive.

“Hey, Harrington. You have a few minutes?”

That same sugary, sickly sweet voice from minutes prior. You and your boyfriend both look in time to see her blond hair lean into the window, arms propped, pink lined lips speaking, bangles accentuated on her thin wrists, and the overpowering scent of her fruity perfume. Your chest burns with the nerve of her, throat watering with unshed tears — your body feeling as if it’s slipped a flight of stairs for everyone to witness, see your smoldering humiliation as it crackles across your chest. Old Steve might be cocky, might even be rude. But your best-friend turned boyfriend - he is no longer that way.

“What’s up? Everything okay?” He’s a little hesitant, his focus coming back onto you. His knee juts from his foot bouncing on the floor, eager to leave her over bearing interjection into your conversation. He’s pissed at her and her friend standing idly nearby, as you begin to shut down what you were about to open up to him about.

Her friend giggles from beside her and you audibly swallow, using your pinky to play with the newest charm Steve had added to your bracelet (a little baseball glove, because you’re always ‘catching his heart’). It’s your tell-tale nervous sign, he’s aware. The girl in the window starts talking again before he can say anything. She shows off neon pink talons for nails, pearly whites grinning at Steve. “I just got these done about a half an hour ago. And something is wrong with my car, so I obviously need to pop the hood, but I don’t want to ruin them. Like, you know what I mean?”

The eye roll that leaves you, all emotions aside, Steve is amused by. He reaches for your hand, and you let him squeeze. “Do you mind, baby? I’ll just pop the hood and they can call someone if it needs something else done.”

This makes you feel a little better, the girl having to hide her displeasure underneath her smile, which turns into a smirk as Steve exits the car and follows them to her convertible. She makes a show in her tight tube top and jean shorts, not getting to the hood immediately. You only imagine what they’re saying to Steve. But you do remember what they’ve just said about you.

“I mean, he picks her up daily and I don’t even think she offers him gas money.”

You’d stopped organizing the front candy counter to lean around and listen in. Steve picks you up everyday, never asking for anything return - even if you always offer. They have to mean you, right? Your breath had started quickening, focus wavering. The rush of burgundy is within your sights as he pulls up storefront, shades on, head tilted back, arm out the window with a cigarette in hand.

“He’s dating her though, so why would she?”

“Please. He needs to be asked if he is. I don’t buy it, at all. I mean, Nancy Wheeler was a goody two shoes, but at least she was pretty. Buckley is a fucking motor mouth, but she’s also okay.”

Former insecurities when you got together. Even as a friend as you crushed on him, these thoughts had plagued you. You were heated, body light.

“He never dated Buckley.”

A deep sigh. “Obviously, but he clung to her like a puppy. He’s downgraded with this one. She’s been hanging on him for years and I don’t know if he warrants it or just tolerates it.”

Don’t make any noise, don’t say a word. You should stop listening, say something. All things that you didn’t do, just kept listening to them dump on you.

“She’s the real reason Harrington struck out all the time. WHO the fuck wants to date someone that allows a loser like that to be attached to their hip non-stop? I mean, is it a kind, charitable thing to do? Sure. But he needs to draw a line between the good and the bad, babe.”

Your dress had felt to tight on your body - one you wore to surprise Steve today. Excited to be with him for the weekend, casting aside conflicting schedules. Your face became dull, heartbeat slowing, eyes glossing over. You swore you could taste the acidic bile of breakfast on your tongue.

“She’s been that ugly two for one special, kills all of his chances by hanging around him. The real reason he struck out so much.”

You turn your back to the conversation, despite still having been able to hear it. No use in trying to block it out, for it had found you in surround sound.

“Didn’t he ask you on a date, Chelsea? And you turned him down?”

She scoffed. “My point exactly. She makes him less appealing. He’s just with her because he thinks that he should be, and because she’s the one that’s around him too much. He peaked in high school, but she’s certainly holding that fine ass of his back. Can you imagine the sex he’s wasting on that?”

You’re so caught up in your momentary memories, that you don’t even see Steve as he piles back into the car, his entire body lax, but his shoulders tense. His face holds a reserved softness for you. His voice, though, that takes on an entirely different undertone of mixed meanings - somewhere between a raging anger and a featherlight craving to provide solace. He’s saying something that takes you a few seconds to catch up with, your blurred vision noticeable. It confirms his suspicions that he’d accumulated by being hit on at the girl’s car.

“They came from your store, didn’t they? What did they say to you?” He sighs, trying to let that show, so that you don’t mistake it for annoyance.

“It’s… nothing. I’m okay.“

“Baby…” The way it’s practically pled, it makes you look at him. You meet concerned, slightly widened, mossy eyes, sun reflected in the enriching pools. His grown out caramel hair is a mess, shades pushed back to sit atop, his sun kissed skin visible through his white Kenny G shirt, along with overgrown chest hair, his chain length bracelet and neck chain (a gift from you for his latest birthday), and his ripped jeans he’d cut to make capri shorts.

He definitely shouldn’t be yours.

You reach to fiddle with the chain, that nervous habit back again. And Steve settles into your touch as it drums across his jugular. He tilts his head to kiss to the side of your fingers when they brush by. You pause to retreat, but he’s swift to take your hand in his, playing with your bracelet this time. How massive he looks in comparison.

You feel a calloused finger brush beneath your chin, bringing it up. His eyes are darting back and forth across your face. “Tell me what they said to you. I know that’s why you’re upset.”

“Were they talking about me?” Immediate humiliation settles in.

He’s quick to correct. “No, no. I just mean that when they started in with the flirting after I opened the hood, I was uncomfortable and I know you were. And I also remember that they did come from the video store, too.”

Your voice breaks and he slides his spare hand to your neck’s nape, bringing your forehead to his as you begin to tell him everything that was said. Safe to say, he’s NOT happy by the time that you’re finished, and he does a double take to look for their car. It’s already gone and he curses. “Shit. That’s fucking bullshit!”

He can’t fathom the process that he went through as you told him each and every single word heard. His tongue is tied, he wants to plead with you to know that it’s not true, that all of those things have NEVER been like that. There’s only one truth. And so, he tries with all his heart to explain it to you.

“God, honey, you have to know that when I’m with you, I don’t see anything else, can’t see anyone else. For years, it’s always just been you. I don’t care about who I was before. The man I am now, he wants his life to be with yours. He’s pretty gone on you, like in a stupid, I’ll almost die for you again, even when you tell me not to - kind of way, and probably more.”

Your heart rate has started speeding up again, caught beneath your breastbone, trying to find your throat, but can’t get through its tightness. You’re openly crying now, to which Steve solves by thumbing away, the bridge of his nose nudging yours, mouth laying his next statement in to cross. “Words, they’re not my strong point, you know that. But I want you to know that I’d learn a fucking dictionary in every single language if it meant I could tell you in better terms, how much you mean to me, how perfect you are, how beautiful, funny, and smart, how sexy, how tough, how loyal, how honest, how creative, how strong, and so much fuckin’ more... How what they said was the farthest thing from the truth, that they’re just jealous, airheaded bimbos.”

You let your palms find his face, the ache in your body causing a prickling in your toes. You’re pliant against his chest as he unbuckles your belt and his, pinching your waist and using his forearm to halfway hoist you middle way over the console to meet his mouth, all the while he’s whispering between every kiss, “I love you. I love you. So fucking much. I love you, honey.”

You don’t have to stop kissing to tell him that you love him back. Steve can feel it in the way that you hold onto him, tears changing, rolling from your cheeks and dripping onto his lips. I love you.

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hotxcheeto · 2 years ago

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Hey, horny anon here lol ! I hope you’re doing well !

May I request a vi x female reader smut where they’re both so horny that they almost start having sexe in a public place and finished it somewhere more private with vi being a dom ?

Thank you soooo much for your amazing writing !!

━ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐒

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Vi x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, public sex, v fingering ( r! receiving ), kissing, biting, light descriptions of c*m, make out sesh, mentions of discomfort, dom!vi, sub!reader

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - wowzers this took me forever, ty sm!! ily!!

REBLOG MY WORK! I WORK HARD & IT'S APPRECIATED!!

"They're watching..."

You whispered against her lips, bouquet halfway falling on the ground, hanging by a threat in your grasp as she kissed you over and over. Her lips running down then up, sucking and biting bits of your neck wherever she desired.

"Let 'em." She muttered, peaking from the corner of her eye at the boys that had been staring you down earlier that day. Their faces in slight shock and even disappointment. Trying not to look while their faces turned red from frustration and their eyes rolled.

They'd been watching you pick out the flowers from the stand while Vi handed the vendor the money. Such an awful assumption that she'd been just a friend, truly, because Violet was far from a mere everyday acquaintance you'd meet up with.

"But-" She cut you off by kissing you, smirking against your mouth when you let out a gasp, reciprocating almost immediatley. Her hands were on your hips while one of yours was placed firmly on her chest, the other trying to keep the petals from scraping the cement.

She tasted like alcohol, the same drink she'd bought earlier in the day when you stopped at your bartending job to grab your forgotten jacket from the day prior. It was a new menu item, a fruity kind you wanted her to try.

You were very glad for it now.

"Feels good..." You whispered, chasing her lips when she pulled back a bit. "Yeah?" She hummed, hand dancing down to the button on your jeans. "Not here." You looked at her, suddenly very worried and very much filled with a plea for privacy.

"Relax, cupcake, I wasn't gonna." She pulled you forward by your waistband, nodding to the alleyway just a little ways down. "But I will once they aren't fucking looking."

You hesitated when the offer arose, looking at the alley before the thump, thump, thump of your arousal made you give in. Looking at her with a pouty lip and a look that screamed you were ready to be taken care of.

"Really fast okay?" You asked, watching her nod her head and grab at the back of your neck. "No promises, pretty girl." "Vi..."

You dragged her name as she pulled you behind a tower of boxes, blocking your view of the road, and the view of you from the former.

"What about my flowers?" You huffed, feeling her take them from your hand before you even got to turn around. The bouquet nicely sat on top of a box, and by the time you were looking back at her, your button was undone and your zipper was between her fingers.

"Violet-" Your head lolled up, catching her lips as your jeans shimmied down your thighs exposing your pretty panties to her. And only her.

"Look at that..." She nipped your jaw, pressing her forehead against her own while looking down at your lower half. "So pretty, sugar."

Vi met your eyes, hand slipping in and over your cunt, the tips of her fingers brushing your wetness as your small breaths fanned her face.

"Can I?" You nodded your head, grip wrapping around her wrist as a finger just barely brushed over your clit making you whine. You wanted more, not caring who could walk into the one way alley, only caring that she still wasn't moving how you wanted her to.

"Please Vi..." You whispered, her digits soon circling around your clit slowly. Kisses running down your neck while she inched closer and closer to your hole.

"I need to hear you say it." She spoke quietly, looking down at where her hand disappeared into your pants. "I wanna hear what you want, Y/n." Rarely did your actual name pass her lips, opting for more sensual options, usually.

"I want your fingers inside me-" The sentence barely got to pass your lips when she entered you, mouth falling agape and grip tightening on her arm. "Oh-"

The sounds of chatting were muffled, the dudes from earlier forgotten. You felt the way her fingers ran against your walls again and again while the rest of your hand sloppily bumped your clit here and there.

You subconsciously spread your legs, her other arm keeping you balanced against the brick wall. Though, all you could focus on was the way she reached deep inside, her fingers long but thick. Two was enough...

..but then came a third.

"I- I can't-" She ignored you though, only silently nodding her head, her nose bumping your own as she softly whispered sweet things to you. Things you could barely hear over your quiet cries, trying your hardest to be quiet even though you knew the people walking by were far too loud and too uncaring to hear or investigate the sounds.

"Feels good... oh-" Your head dug into the cement bricks, ignoring the discomfort and instead digging your nails into her pale skin. "Faster, please Vi.." Vi nodded again, kissing the spot between your eyebrows while moving her hand in out at a pace that caused a light wet sound to meet your ears.

You felt so nasty, all exposed without a care, humping into her hand wanting nothing but release. And they way her hand just kept nudging your little bundle of nerves brought you closer and closer. You couldn't look her in the eye, looking everywhere but at her.

Your favorite, was watching her hand.

Her other hand gripped your other leg, taking you off guard. You nearly yelled at the deeper angle, clenching your teeth and crying out to her, finally seeing the way her pupils grew at the sight of your trapped nature. You had nowhere to go, only taking what she was giving you without even a complaint.

"M'gonna-" "I know, cupcake."

You let it happen, you wanted it. Moaning and bucking towards her fingers. Clawing at her, begging for her to keep going, then to stop. You felt it everywhere, you felt her everywhere as you came. Legs giving out beneath you,

but she wasn't going to let you fall.

"Think they're still there?" Vi asked, your mind hazy and as heavy as fluff. You could barely hear her let alone process what she was saying with her digits still deep inside your cunt. Cum leaking from your hole and onto her flesh, that's what you were thinking about.

"I dunno..." You muttered, earning yourself a kiss on the cheek, and then another and another. You giggled, her hand coming out from your pants and moving to her mouth to suck them clean.

"That's gross..." She smirked at your words, shrugging her shoulders while reaching for the discarded bouquet. "Cleaner than that wall you're still leaning on."

She neglected to tell you how good you actually tasted while licking her lips.

#vi imagine #vi #vi smut #vi x yn #arcane vi x reader #vi x y/n #vi x reader #vi x you #arcane vi #nevy writes

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innytoes · 1 year ago

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Stop flirting with yourself in the mirror, Reggie + any (Flynn? Carrie? Anyone? I can't choose)

Reggie wasn't quite sure why he was invited to girls night when all the other guys - even Alex, who liked pink and pop music and dancing - were banned. Maybe because he had Serious Opinions in the Team Jess versus Team Dean versus Team Logan debate. Maybe because he was basically Julie's unofficial brother and Ray's favourite child and he was always over at the Molina house anyway. Maybe because he liked butterflies and glitter.

What started as sleepovers and movie nights as teenagers evolved into clubbing once they hit their twenties. (And then sleepovers and movies later. Romcoms were way better when you were three fruity cocktails in and had stopped to grab greasy take out on the way home.)

Also, he loved playing Fake Boyfriend for all the girls. It meant they could dance more freely, without guys bothering them, and sometimes it meant that people thought he had three girlfriends at once which was hilariously good for his ego. Even though Julie was like, kind of his sister, which, you know, gross.

"What do you think?" Julie asked, coming out of the bedroom where the girls were getting ready. She was wearing a pretty dress, all shiny sequins, and a pair of black sneakers with white doodles that would light up perfectly under the black light.

"I think Tía would have a heart attack if she saw you wear that," he said, shooting her some finger guns. "You look like a sparkly disco ball in the best way. Those sneakers are going to pop. "

Flynn was out next, and he gave an enthusiastic attempt at beatboxing so she could walk down the catwalk to show off her outfit, some tight faux-leather pants and an eye-popping neon crop top over a mesh body suit. He applauded at her flourish and pose at the end. "You look like a fashion model!" he said, and she grinned. "We're not going to even get to the club before you're swarmed by fashion bloggers! They're going to crown you their queen."

"You look..." she eyed him. "The same."

"Hey!" Reggie pouted. "I spent like forty-five minutes on my hair!" Okay, so he was just in his usual ripped jeans and black tank top, but like, the clubs got hot. He wanted to get his groove on with the girls, so the leather jacket was out. He was still debating if he should wrap his flannel around his waist or not. Even though chances were if he did, one of the girls would be wearing it home because he was a gentleman.

"And it looks perfect, babygirl," Flynn said, and he didn't care if there was a sarcastic undertone to it, he beamed. "But you are not Club Ready. Hold on, let me grab some eye-liner."

And it was only because of many, many Girls Nights that Reggie had perfected sitting perfectly still without flinching while people poked sharp things near his eyes.

But when Flynn was done, well, he looked Good. Like, good good. Like sexy brooding punk who had a secret soft side good. He completely missed Carrie's grand entrance, he was so busy making faces at himself in the mirror.

"Stop flirting with yourself in the mirror, Reginald," Carrie said, impatiently tapping her foot so he could turn around and give her her deserved accolades.

So he did, turning around and beaming. Carrie was, of course, in all pink, a tight dress and heels that Reggie had no idea how she could dance in, and the perfect amount of highlighter on her face. Her lips were all wet and shiny looking from her sparkly lipgloss, and Reggie tried not to think about how kissable they looked.

"You look really pretty," he blurted out, which wasn't anywhere close to his usual over the top cheer squad pep-talks.

Except Carrie didn't seem put out at all. Instead she was staring at his eyes, his eyeliner. "You do too."

Behind him, he heard Flynn and Julie high five, and he couldn't even be mad about it. Maybe if tonight went well, he wouldn't have to play fake boyfriend to Carrie anymore.

#julie and the phantoms #carriexreggie #make reggie a molina 2kalways #fanfic #flynn taylor #julie molina #reggie peters #carrie wilson #I wrote a thing #reggie does indeed get to go to girls night because he has opinions on Gilmore Girls and the others do not #also can you imagine Reggie to some loser at the club like: yeah I'm dating all three of them #and Flynn just shouts: HE HAS A HUGE DICK AND HE KNOWS HOW TO USE IT #(and once Carrie is dating Reggie Flynn is like: okay but spill does he have a big dick and know how to use it)#(while Julie goes LALALALA I CAN'T HEAR YOU)

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petitmimosa · 1 year ago

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This or That Ask Game

Tagged by @alittlefrenchtree for an obscure reason. Should've made you guess what I was going to answer and you'd get one sugar per cup of tea for each one you got right.

Iced or hot coffee ☕

Why would you make me drink coffee in the first place? Why was coffee even discovered and who decided it was an acceptable beverage? If I have to make a choice, then iced and with a shit ton of sugar/chocolate/white chocolat syrup. You know Starbucks' white chocolate frappuccino? Very little coffee, lots of everything else.

Iced or hot tea 🍵

Why would you ice TEA? This is why the human race is doomed I'm telling you. Tea is to be served hot but never burnt so get that kettle off before it boils.

Lemonade or sweet tea 🍋

Sweet tea is an abomination. Why would you give me BAKING SODA TO DRINK? Ugh. Lemonade is alright if homemade by someone who's not addicted to sugar though.

Fruity or minty gum

Not allowed to chew gum anymore but I was more of a mint person. Fruity flavors were too chemical for my taste.

Pasta or potatoes

Niak. This is a hard one. Potatoes are fun and you can fry them and they're creatures of God but pastaaaaaa... Parmesan goes on pasta and for that reason only it gets my vote.

Olives or pickles

There are two things you need to know about me if we're gonna share food together: I will never, ever willingly consume olives and will have pickles with absolutely everything. The small ones though, cornichons. Not the gigantic ones people in America like to grow.

Rice or bread

Bread. Bread. BREAD.

Cookies or brownies

Brownies take too long to bake and you have more fun with cookies. Also, that's my cat's name and if I don't say cookies he will know tonight when I get home and he will bite me to punish me.

Handwritten or phone reminders-

That notes app is somewhere on my phone because I can't uninstall it. But I hate my handwriting with a passion so I just remember everything since I have an excellent memory.

Zip-up or pullover hoodie

I hate zip-ups, I look like a whale in them. And hoodies are COZYYYY.

Jeans or sweatpants

I look even more like a whale in sweatpants so I'll have to say jeans. But when I'm home I'm just wearing pjs.

Flip flops/thongs or slides

Both are evil so they can crawl back to where they belong. I'll sleep with socks (even thin) all year long. I'll take them off when we reach 40°.

Paperback or ebook

I use my kindle before bed but paperback all the way when you want to spend hours reading.

Enemies to lovers or FWB to lovers

Enemies to lovers all the way. The hatred, the tension, the angst, the oh, oh maybe I was wrong? the messy feelings, GIVE IT TO ME I'M READY.

One bed or fake dating

That one bed trope has been alive way too long and needs to be put to rest, pun very much intended.

Hurt/comfort or whump

Hurt/comfort. I'm all for angst but the heavy hurt usually deals with atrocities and, nope.

Mutual pining or amnesia

Amnesia! That's the kind of angst I like.

Canon compliant or AU

It depends on the ship. I usually prefer canon but there are some excellent AUs out there.

Soulmate or Sports AU

My issue with sports AU is that it's almost always about the characters in the sports world rather than the chosen sport itself. I end up frustrated with how poorly depicted the sport is or how irrelevant it is to have them in this world in the first place all.the.time. Like okay they're figure skaters but why would you have them do 3 triple lutzes in one program when it's not a thing and yolo spins without telling me if it's a flying sit spin or a back camel?

Celebrity AU or Coffeeshop AU

I may have outgrown the coffeeshop AU, so, celebrity.

One shot or long fic

Quality over quantity. Which isn't an answer but :D

Anyone who wants to answer this, have at it!

#petitmimosask #i'm exhausted now

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poopwons · 1 year ago

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for science what do u think is jean's fav beverage hehe

ooooooohhhh okay, so I can see him as a coffee guy, he'll add a little cream if he's in the mood but no sugar. (blech, I know.) I can also see him as a redbull guy, the no sugar classic one. idk why he just doesn't strike me as a sweets person.

alcohol wise, I think he likes craft beers, none of that piss water beer for him, he wants something like full bodied that actually tastes good and not just something that will get him smashed. Bonus: if you two go to brunch he'll definitely drink mimosas with you if you want one, so you aren't drinking alone!

if he wants a little drink just for fun, then maybe like a fruity boba, or like a flavored unsweet ice tea, like mango or some kind of tropical combo. (much to my disdain bc I hate tropical flavors lol)

sorry if this is super in depth, I wasn't sure what kind of drink you meant, so I just covered all of them lolol

#jean kirstein #poopwons asks #i'm such a sweet drink person #i just know he'd be the opposite

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kingdom0fcards · 2 years ago

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did someone say fruity headcanons? 👀

i think noah would add all tough and shit like

"bro you're so gay"

"gags no way no i am not that's not what i am"

while he's literally cuddling nicholas

he acts all rough on stage wearing masculine ass clothes but when he's home i can tell you for a fact he LIKES to wear crop tops and skinny jeans OKAY

like that man is a TWINK and he HIDES IT -🍄

REAL

you see that bitch ass haircut like that's a fucking TWINK

"I'm not gay" okay Mr Noah "all my friends would fuck me" Sebastian

This man has worn skinny jeans almost all of his life there's no way he doesn't anymore. He said he wanted to make Bad Omens crop tops just so he could wear them, like sir what is stopping you from doing it NOW

Don't get me started on the multiple pics of him just straight up holding dildos, like why does he have those (he's gay)

He would be the kind of guy like "I'm not gay" and then his man (Nicholas) is like "my dick is literally in your ass"

Ty mushie anon I love that fruitcake

#noah talks ig #noah sebastian #noah sebastian headcanons #bad omens fic

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regulushair · 2 years ago

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Little bits of different brands:

106 damascena rose, davana, vanilla by Bon Parfumeur - was looking for an affordable rose and at first was a little disappointed because at the start it's just kind of generically sweet, but hen does get pleasantly rosy - still remains very sweet though. Might return to it.

402 vanilla, toffee, sandalwood by Bon Parfumeur - very basic sweetness, surprisingly not syrupy or too much, but I wouldn't say it's anything special.

902 armagnac, blond tobacco, cinnamon by Bon Parfumeur - I mostly feel here cognac and fruits and spices that are supposed to help emulate the smell of actually good alcohol. Tobacco is somewhere in the background and I'm not sure if it's ever lit - mostly just dried leaves. Very pleasant especially for its price, will return to it.

Black Angel by Mark Buxton - very very refreshing (especially at the start) spicy citruses. The specific (quite unusual) combination of spices makes it quite interesting. Doesn't last too long though, the base is quite light and nice. Might return to it as well.

Sleeping with Ghosts by Mark Buxton - didn't quite get this one... It's pretty light and I don't really feel leather, but I also can't call it generically fruity and/or flowery - it's odd but too faint to actually distinguish any notes. Still no idea what quince is supposed to smell like...

Le Male by Jean Paul Gaultier - tried this one more out of curiosity than actually thinking it'd be good, but was surprised. I almost don't feel any sweetness here, even though there's an abundance of sweet notes and vanilla is the top voted of them. I feel it as aromatic and even a little salty (sandalwood?) - maybe there's some sweetness to balance it out and not make it too bitter or spicy, but it's generally pretty pleasant. As much as male designer fragrances are usually hated - this definitely doesn't deserve hate. (Who am I to talk though, I like classical Boss.)

Freedomland by Mandarina Duck - I've tried this one forever ago and I didn't like it at all, but I've something good about it recently and decided to give it a second chance and I didn't regret it - it's like a good tropical fruits bubble gum - not regular one but like the Dirol with ice crystals - something that blows up in your mouth with a hundred of tiny refreshing explosions. Simple and very pleasant, total summer vibes.

Resort Lovers by Mandarina Duck - this one is also decent but I prefer different take on "smells of cleanliness" - it does give a bit of laundry detergent - but not enough to be The Muse, and a bit of floral cleanliness but not enough to be Pure Musc or Idylle. Okay, but not my thing.

Love Chopard by Chopard - returned to these roses and I'm telling you - they almost immediately went on the wishlist. It opens up with fresh and somewhat sour roses and then it gradually gets sweeter - almost to the point of rose jam (just how I like it). Very decent longevity (very much on the hair the next day), nice sillage and a very good spice for smaller bottles.

#at the alchemist #perfume #mark buxton #bon parfumer #mandarina duck

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bruisedboys · 2 years ago

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mal wants to talk about sirius!!!!!!!

sirius black!!!!! who loves to tease shy!you. loves to see you get flustered and watch you stammer because he’s the biggest flirt known to man. but!!!! if anyone else is making you uncomfortable or thinks ur strange for being so shy. he’s defending you to the ends of the earth because he loves you for how shy you are. you’re perfect to him tbh.

omg I love this sm aerial im not kidding. I got too excited and wrote this wholeass 1k word thing in one day .. oopsies

fem!reader 1k words

“Angel!”

You know it’s Sirius before he even steps into your line of vision. He’s got a voice that’s recognisable anywhere. Silky, rough around the edges, so undeniably attractive that you melt just hearing it.

You look up from your drink to find your boyfriend swaggering over to you, looking pretty as ever in his silk black button up and ripped jeans that make him look like a rockstar. He’s been gone for all but ten minutes and you almost die at the sight of him.

“Hi,” you say quietly. Your lips mindlessly pull up at the sight of him, a sweet smile reserved only for him.

“Hi, darling.” Sirius throws his arm over your shoulder, smelling of all things him. Expensive cologne, cigarettes and ash, fruity shampoo. His jewellery jingles and sways as his side presses into yours, his hip pushing into the dip of your waist. “How’re you doing?”

Upon his arrival, you’re doing terribly. Hot in the face, tingly skin, a heat in your chest that only ever goes away when Sirius does. Which is almost never.

“I’m okay,” you lie quietly, knowing full well he’ll call your bluff.

Sirius turns his head to look at you and his face is so close to the side of yours that he’s almost kissing you. He seems to notice this, too. He ducks his head to press his mouth to your skin, right in the juncture between your neck and shoulder. His lips are warm and soft as melted butter.

“Yeah?” He asks, a murmured sound pressed into your skin. Goosebumps erupt and spread and suddenly you’re ten times hotter. Sirius tends to have that effect on you.

“Y-yeah,” you breathe, barely remembering what you were talking about in the first place.

Sirius laughs but it’s far from condescending. It’s boyish, nearing on shy, but shy and Sirius never go together in the same sentence.

“You’re burning up, my love,” he says, almost pitying. You want to hit him for it but he’s too pretty and too lovely. He straightens up and shifts so he’s facing you, his arm dropping to your waist.

You grow impossibly shyer. He’s too close. You’re face to face with his chest, and of course the top two buttons of his shirt are undone, exposing silver chains sitting atop his toned chest. You stare and stare and pretend it’s because you’re avoiding his eyes.

“It’s your fault,” you say, trying for irritated but it’s hard when you can barely get your tongue around the words.

Sirius really laughs at that, loud and startled as he throws his head back, curls bouncing and tumbling, his Adam’s apple bared to you. Suddenly you’re extremely dizzy. You grab Sirius’s bicep for support.

When he’s finished laughing he drops his head to meet your eyes, his free hand moving to cup your cheek. With his other arm still curled around your waist, he pulls you closer, chest to chest. Your drink gets crushed between your bodies but you hardly care.

“I’m sorry, darling,” he says, and he actually sounds sincere. Well, more sincere than usual. His eyes bore into yours unabashedly. “Really, I am.”

You find yourself shrugging, brushing off his apology because really, you don’t care all that much. Actually, you kind of love being teased by him. Not that you’d ever admit it.

“It’s okay,” you say, and you meant it. You slide your hand down his bicep and to his forearm. You give him a squeeze there for good measure.

Sirius grins lopsidedly, looking at you like you’re made of gold. “You’re cute,” he says, all smiles as he pats your cheek twice. “Do you want to—?”

“Oi! Sirius!”

Somebody, James you suspect, is yelling at Sirius from the table, where he’d been playing cards up until now. Sirius groans, long-suffering, and twists in your hold. You peek around his shoulder to see what the problem is.

“What?” Sirius yells back, though yelling is totally unnecessary when the table is only just across the room.

“Stop feeling up your girlfriend and get back over here,” James says with a smug grin. “You’re turning her into a human furnace.”

You know he means it jokingly but it still makes you want to curl in on yourself. You love James, you do, but you’re yet to get used to his teasing.

“Fuck off, Prongs,” Sirius says, sounding awfully bored. But when he turns back to you he’s got this look in his eyes, kind and sweet, and his mouth is turned down in what you think is a frown.

“Sorry,” he says quietly, kindly, a stark contrast to how he spoke to his best friend two seconds ago. “He’s …” Sirius sighs. “Well, he’s drunk. I think.”

You know what he means. James is so perky and boisterous you wouldn’t be surprised if he was completely sober right now, despite his obnoxious comments and his roaring laugh from behind Sirius.

“It’s fine,” you say, because it is, and Sirius shouldn’t have to apologise for his friend not understanding you like he does. “It’s James.”

Sirius looks relieved at your lack of upset. “I know,” he moans, throwing his head back yet again. “I hate him so much.”

You giggle and try not to stare too hard at his pretty neck. You think he catches you staring but thankfully doesn’t comment on it. Instead he releases his arm from around your waist, hand moving to push a lock of hair from your face. His fingers curl around the back of your neck and stay there.

“Do you want to get outta here?” He asks. “Get some food or something?”

“Sirius,” you chide, though you find yourself hopeful at his offer. “We can’t just leave. Aren’t you having fun?”

Sirius pulls a face. “No.” No sooner has he finished speaking do his lips curl into a sly smirk, and you just know he’s about to make some suggestive comment that’ll have you weak in the knees. “Besides, I can think of other ways we can have fun at home. Just us two.”

You flush something awful. Hot cheeks, goosebumps all over, the whole package. It gets worse when he dips his head so his mouth is a hair’s width from your ear, his hand gripping your shoulder. His scent is intoxicating.

“It doesn’t involve clothes,” he whispers.

You just about pass out.

#★ mal writes!#𖦹 aerial!#ღ sirius #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black blurb #sirius black drabble #sirius black x you #sirius black x y/n #sirius black fic #sirius black imagine #sirius black x reader fluff #sirius black blurbs #✉️

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fillsta · 3 years ago

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How to explain Les Mis characters to your friends

Enjolras 'Enjy dearest', 'Enj':

Angry blond boy. "Eat the rich". Either gay or aroace. His celebrity crush is Robespierre. He may or may not have a crush on a specific wine lover. Also Aaron Tveit. That's it

Combeferre 'Ferre':

The 'hot' scholar. Rly likes moths I guess. Wears glasses bc he's smart and smart ppl wear glasses. Has done nothing wrong, ever. We love him .

Courfeyrac 'Courf':

Everybody's friend. Flirty, fruity bitch. Round and lovable. Possibly in a relationship with either Combeferre or Jehan. Marius' own personal extrovert. Keeps the group together. Portrayed by the Mighty, the Fruity Fra Fee.

Grantaire 'R':

Likes to drink. A lot. Bi bitch, hopelessly in love with a certain blondie. Hold-hands-before-getting-shot-to-death kind of crush. Rly good at history and philosophy. Cynic. Also, fandom decided that he draws<3. Big hobo energy. Ask the fandom about the actor in the 2012 musical and they'll shed tears

Jean Prouvaire 'Jehan':

Ah yes, the softie. Love poetry and playing the flute. Most likely smoke weed. Plant parent. Gender unknown. We love their hippie bullshit. I don't remember the actor's name but he was kinda cute

Bahorel 'Baho':

The fruity gym bro. Enjoys fistfighting. Possibly Feuilly's bf. Man bun and beard. Studies law but doesn't want to be a lawyer. Doodles instead. Gavroche's idol. His celebrity crush is probably Dwayne Johnson or sth.

Feuilly:

IwbavajsbJzkabzjsvs. We love him. He's pure and innocent. Orphan. Makes fans for a living. Really loves the countries of the world. Headcannoned as Polish. Enjolras' fav ho. Wears flannels. I'll stop here because oh boi I can go on for ages

Bossuet/Lesgles:

Bald guy. Wholesome. He's also extremely unlucky and Victor made sure that's his only personality trait. Polyamoryyyy. His bf is Joly, his gf is Musichetta. It's just... Bossuet, you know?

Joly:

Doctor? Yeah, did I mention he's a germaphobe? Poor guy. Eccentric asf. Carries a cane everywhere. Will wake up in the middle of the night to align his bed according to the earth's poles and shit. Yes, he has a bf and gf, as previously mentioned.

Gavroche 'Gav':

Best boiiii. Smol, like, 10-12 yrs old. Savage. Absolutely destroyed Enjolras when in an argument. Also managed to trick a skilled criminal once. Rip, he would have loved Minecraft. Eponine and Azelma's brother. Courfeyrac's instant son. Looks up to Bahorel.

Marius Pontmercy:

The Most Awkward Human Being. Like, fr. Courfeyrac's emotional support introvert. Possibly the only straight here but who knows??? Idk he's kinda close with Courf. Anyway Enj amd Ferre scare him. Especially Ferre. He somehow gets a gf??? Survived

Eponine 'Ponine' Thenardieur

Marius' side ho. Has a crush on him. Bit I think she's gayyyy. Or bi. There's no way she's interested in men only. Anyway, poor. Terrible household situation :(. Feminist. I hope she gets a gf in her second life. R had a smol crush on her but that was just a phase. She deserved better, like everyone.

Cosette Fauchelevent/Valjean:

Marius' main ho (how this guy manages to get bitches is beyond me). Cottagecore goth (is that a thing?). Adopted. Such a sweet gal. Eponine could also be her gf <3.

Montparnasse 'Parnasse':

Ah him. Okay this guy. He is s narcissistic but a good one. One day he looked in the mirror and said 'Wow im hot lets murder people' and so he did exactly that. Said criminal tricked by Gavroche. 'Dandy'. He's so cool I love him sm.

Azelma Thenardieur:

Poor girl doesn't get any development. She's just there. Survived. Is rly cool tho, trust me.

Jean Valjean:

Stole bread and went to jail for 19 years. Villain origin story. Then he stole from a child (which may or may not have been Feuilly but that's another story for another post) and he instantly went good. Became mayor and businessman. One of his employees died so he found her daughter and raised her. Survived for a while. Is supposed to be the protagonist lol. Wholesome grandpa

Inspector Javert 'Jav jav man':

Is his life's goal to arrest Valjean. I say enemies to lovers trope. Starts off as a bitch, tbh.

Fantine:

My poor girl deserved the world. Her bf got her pregnant and fled :(. She gave Cosette over to some strangers to raise her while she worked in a nearby town, sending them money for Cosette's expenses. That's a no no there but ok. Gets fired, becomes a prostitute, dies. So of any of you out there shame sex workers I'll choke u while u sleep.

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jayoonology · 2 years ago

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𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 | 𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝗮/𝗻 - IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO UPDATE THIS 😭😭 literally I have no excuse I’m just lazy. I hope you enjoy this chapter tho!! Lots more y/n and soobin !! And I’ve made it extra long 🙏🙏 IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 ◁ | 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 | 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 ▷

You couldn’t contain your excitement when Saturday rolls around. You’ve been giddy all week, desperately waiting to go to the football game with Yeonjun. You jump out of bed and head straight to your closet, eager to pick out the perfect outfit for the occasion. You start with a pair of light-wash high-waisted jeans, which hug your curves perfectly. You pair them with a cute cropped tank top in a pastel shade of pink, which has a delicate lace trim around the neckline. To complete the look, you slip on a pair of chunky white sneakers and accessorise with a delicate gold necklace and some oversized hoop earrings. You take a quick glance in the mirror and grin - you look cute and stylish, exactly the kind of look you were going for.

As you skip down the stairs, humming a happy tune, your mother looks up from her newspaper and raises an eyebrow. "What's got you in such a good mood this morning?" she asks, a slight smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

You grin widely, practically bouncing with excitement. "It's game day, Mum!" you exclaim, practically bursting with anticipation. "I'm going to see Yeonjun play in the football match today!"

Your mother chuckles softly at your enthusiasm, shaking her head in amusement. "Well, I hope he plays well for you," she says, returning to her paper with a smile. “But be careful okay? I don’t want to see your heart again.”

You stop humming and look at your mother, surprised at her sudden caution. "What do you mean?" you ask, slightly confused.

"Well, I just don't want to see you get hurt again," she says, her tone gentle. "I know how much you liked Dongsik, and when that ended, it was hard on you. I just want you to be careful when it comes to boys."

You nod, understanding where she's coming from. "Don't worry, Mum," you reassure her. “Yeonjun and I are just friends for now.” You can't help but wonder why everyone seems to be bringing up Dongsik lately. First, it was Mrs Kim teasing you and Soobin at the café, then Soobin asking if you'll get back together with him, and now your mom reminding you to be careful around Yeonjun because of what happened with Dongsik. You let out a sigh and shake your head, trying to push those thoughts aside. You know that what happened with Dongsik was just a part of the story and that it was all pre-determined by the writer. But still, you can't help but feel a little annoyed that everyone keeps bringing it up.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sudden pinging of your phone. It’s Beomgyu.

“We’re outside, come quick.” He groans, “And get some snacks okay?” Before you could say another word, Beomgyu hangs up. You chuckle to yourself, it was quite typical for Beomgyu to act like this on a Saturday morning.

“Mum, I’m leaving,” You announce, grabbing your bag and heading out the door.

“Okay! Have fun honey.” She shouts back as you exit.

You walk out of your house and see a bright red convertible parked in front of your driveway. It's Cat's car, and you recognize it immediately. Beomgyu is sitting on the passenger seat, scrolling through his phone. You walk over to the car, and Beomgyu looks up and greets you with a lazy smile, “Did you get snacks?” You throw a candy bar at him through the window.

As you step into the car, you're greeted with the sound of Cat's upbeat playlist and the smell of their fruity perfume. Beomgyu grins at you through the rearview mirror. "So, are you ready to see your football prince today?"

You roll your eyes, but you can feel your cheeks starting to flush. "Shut up, Beomgyu. It's not like that."

"Oh, come on, Y/N. We all know you have a crush on him. It's so obvious."

You groan and slump down in your seat. "Can we just go to the game, please?"

Cat chuckles, pulling out of your driveway, "Don't worry, we'll get you to your man in no time." You can feel your face getting even hotter as you look out the window, but a small smile tugs at the corners of your lips. You can’t lie, you are quite excited to see Yeonjun play and the fact he invited you himself just adds to it.

As the car pulls up to the football field, you can hear the sounds of the crowd and the excitement in the air. The sun is setting, casting a warm glow over the field. You can see Yeonjun and the rest of the team warming up on the field, their jerseys glistening under the stadium lights. You can hear the excitement in the air as everyone cheers and screams in support of their team. The smell of freshly cut grass and concession stand food fills your nose as you make your way to your seats.

As you make your way towards the pitch, you notice Taehyun waving at you from the field. You smile and wave back, making your way over to him.

"Hey Y/N," Taehyun greets you with a smile.

“Hi Taehyun,” you reply, returning the smile. “Are you ready for the game?”

"I have a feeling we're going to win today." He laughs, taking a sip from his water.

"Really? Against this super tough team?" you say sceptically.

"Don't worry about it," Taehyun reassures you with a grin. "Yeonjun's got this. He's the main character, remember?"

You roll your eyes playfully. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But even main characters can't win all the time."

Taehyun shrugged, "Hey, I'm just saying. In the manhwa, Yeonjun always comes out on top."

You laughed, "Well, I hope you're right. I don't want to be on the losing team."

"Don't worry, we've got this," Taehyun reassured you with a grin. "Plus, we have some secret weapons up our sleeves."

"Secret weapons?" you questioned, intrigued.

Taehyun smirked, "Yeah, but I can't give away all our secrets. You'll just have to wait and see."

you suddenly feel a pair of arms wrap around you tightly from behind. "Y/N! You made it!" Yuqi, one of the cheerleaders, exclaims happily. You turn around and smile, returning her hug. "Of course, I wouldn't miss it for anything," you reply.

Yuqi seems surprised to see you with Taehyun, "Oh, I didn't know you two knew each other," she says, looking between you and Taehyun. You nod, "Yeah, we're friends."

Yuqi's eyes light up, "That's great! Maybe you could come cheer with us sometime," she suggests, excitedly.

You chuckle, "I don't think I have the coordination for that, but I'll definitely come watch and cheer from the sidelines."

Yuqi grins, "That works too! Let's hope our team wins today, it's going to be a tough match," she says, her cheerleader spirit shining through.

The piercing sound of the whistle echoes through the field, indicating the match is about the begin. You quickly say your goodbyes and good lucks to Yuqi and Taehyun, making your way off the pitch.

You turn to leave for your seat, but suddenly feel a hand on your wrist. You turn around to see Yeonjun holding onto you with a playful grin on his face.

"Hey, Y/N, are you really going to leave without saying hi to me?" he says, still holding onto your wrist.

You felt a slight blush creep up on your cheeks, “Shouldn’t you be on the pitch Yeonjun?” You retort.

He leans in closer to you, his breath hot on your cheek, still holding onto your wrist, “How am I supposed to play if you don’t wish me luck?”

You turn to see his deep brown eyes, your face dangerously close to his, “Good luck Yeonjun.”

He smiles satisfactorily, letting go of your wrist before running down to the pitch. You feel your heartbeat even faster, in disbelief that something like this even happened. You’ve been dreaming of this for ages.

As you make your way to your seat, you can already feel the knowing gaze of your friends.

"Ooh, Y/N, Yeonjun was totally flirting with you!" Kai giggles, nudging your arm.

Yunjin chimes in, "Just friends my ass."

You roll your eyes at their teasing, but can't help the small smile that creeps onto your face. "Shut up, guys," you playfully retort. "I was just wishing him good luck for the game." Yunjin and Kai stick their tongue out, refusing to believe you.

It doesn’t take long for the game to begin, with a final whistle indicating the game is about to begin. You can feel the excitement in the air, the cheers of the students deafening. The teams are lining up on the field, and you feel a sense of anticipation as you watch the coin toss. Your school wins the toss and chooses to kick off the game. You glance over at Taehyun, who catches your eye and gives you a reassuring smile. It seems like he's not worried at all.

The crowd is roaring, each school's supporters cheering for their team. You can see the sweat on the foreheads of the players on the pitch, their breaths heavy and laboured. It's a tense game, a nail-biter from the very start. The other school seems to be in control, their passes quick and calculated, their movement fluid. But your team is not one to be underestimated. Taehyun is playing defence, using his long legs to keep the opposing team at bay. Haechan and Mark are playing midfield, running up and down the field, creating openings for the forwards to score. You watch in awe as Yeonjun, the star of the team, dribbles the ball past two defenders, his feet moving with expert grace. He passes to Haechan, who makes a swift turn and sends the ball flying towards the goal. But the other team's goalkeeper is quick, diving to save the shot. The game continues, the ball flying back and forth across the field. The opposing team comes close to scoring several times, but your team's defence is impenetrable. Taehyun blocks shots left and right, his body moving like a well-oiled machine.

click

The familiar paralysing feeling of being on stage envelopes you, and in this moment you know that your school is going to win. It's a tense moment as Yeonjun steps up to take it. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest as he lines up his shot, his eyes locked on the goal. He takes a deep breath and kicks the ball with expert precision, sending it soaring through the air. It hits the back of the net with a satisfying thud. The crowd erupts in cheers, your team's supporters jumping up and down, hugging each other in excitement. The players on the pitch are screaming, hugging each other in joy.

You’ve won. Your school has finally won. Yeonjun made history today by winning against a school that has never been defeated before. Despite the game sort of being rigged (the writer obviously wanting Yeonjun to win) you can’t help but feel proud of the team.

click

“WOAH! Yeonjun was amazing!” Kai exclaims, clapping his hands loudly. Your friends nod in agreement, their faces adorned with wide smiles.

“Yeonjun is such a beast! Did you see that ball control? And the way he angled that shot? He's just too good,” Beomgyu exclaims, grinning ear to ear.

Yunjin and Kai nod in agreement, praising his technique and his ability to take on defenders. They were impressed with how Yeonjun always seemed to be in the right place at the right time, making the right moves and scoring the goals when it mattered the most.

“I mean, just look at the way he moves on the field. It's like he's a step ahead of everyone else,” Kai says.

You smile, happy that your school was able to finally beat the tough opponent. "Yeah, Yeonjun really came through for us."

Beomgyu looks at you teasingly, "And did you notice how he kept looking over at you during the game? You must have really brought him good luck."

“Guys please, you’re reading too much into it.”

Yunjin raises an eyebrow, "Are you sure about that? He seemed pretty smitten with you when he asked you to wish him luck before the game."

Beomgyu playfully nudges you, "Yeah, you never know. You could be the next football superstar's girlfriend." Your friends let out a loud ‘oooooh’, gaining the attention of some other students. Thankfully, Kai was there to rescue you.

Noticing the embarrassment on your face, he links your arm with his, “Let’s go congratulate Taehyun!” You nod quickly, making your way down to the pitch to find Taehyun. You spot him in a crowd surrounded by his teammates, all cheering and congratulating each other on the big win. As you approach him, he notices you and Hyuka and waves.

"Congratulations Taehyun, that was an amazing win!" you exclaim, giving him a big hug.

"Thanks, Y/N," Taehyun smiles. "It was a tough game, but we pulled through in the end."

Kai chimes in, "You were amazing out there! That last save you made was unreal!"

Taehyun looks a little bashful at the praise but still smiles. "Thanks, guys, I couldn't have done it without the team. And Yeonjun's winning goal was just incredible."

Taehyun chuckles modestly, "Thanks guys, but it wasn't just me. Yeonjun scored the winning goal, and Haechan and Mark played amazing defence. It was a team effort."

You nod in agreement, "Definitely. You guys really deserved this win.” From the corner of your eye, you spot Johnny Suh, the captain of the football team making his way towards you with open arms. You can't help but smile as he engulfs you in a warm, tight hug.

"Y/N!" he exclaims as he reaches you, pulling you into a big hug, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you off the ground, spinning you around. You can't help but laugh at his enthusiasm, feeling the air getting squeezed out of your lungs.

"Johnny, hey!" you say, patting him on the back. "Great game today, you guys really killed it out there."

Kai chuckles at the sight of Johnny smothering you in a hug. "Hey Johnny, congrats on the win man. Y'all played great out there," he says, giving Johnny a fist bump.

Johnny grins widely and ruffles Kai's hair. "Thanks, dude! It was a tough game, but we pulled through in the end," he says, still holding onto you. "Thank you for introducing me to Yeonjun," he says, his voice filled with gratitude. "He's been a game-changer for our team."

You laugh and shake your head. "I didn't do anything special, Johnny. Yeonjun is just a great player."

Johnny looks at you seriously. "No, Y/N, you don't understand. Before Yeonjun, our team was struggling. We didn't have anyone who could score like he can. He's really made a difference."

Taehyun nods along with Johnny's gratitude and adds his own thoughts. "Yeah, Yeonjun's really helped us a lot. He's a great player and his presence on the field really boosts the team's morale."

As you and Taehyun continue chatting with Johnny, you notice him looking over your shoulder. You turn to see Yeonjun walking towards you, hand in hand with Misun. Johnny grins widely and waves them over. His eyes meet Johnny's as he sees him holding you, and you can feel him looking at the two of you. There's a hint of jealousy in his gaze, but he tries to hide it with a smile.

"Yeonjun, come say hi!" Johnny calls out. Yeonjun flashes a smile at you as he approaches.

"Hey guys, congratulations on the win!" Yeonjun says as he gives Taehyun and Johnny a fist bump.

"Great job out there, man," Johnny says, clapping Yeonjun on the shoulder. "You really brought it home for us."

Yeonjun laughs, running a hand through his hair. "Thanks, Captain. I couldn't have done it without the rest of the team." Misun hides behind his tall frame, silently nodding to the conversation.

“Hi, Misun.” You giving her a soft smile, she looks up from her feet looking at you before muttering a small greeting. You can’t help but look in confusion at Yeonjun and Misun being hand in hand. The last you heard was that he didn’t even invite Misun and here they are together. You try not to get jealous but seeing her fingers interlaced with his brings up an ugly emotion in you. "You guys were all amazing out there," you say, turning your attention to the group. "I'm so proud of all of you."

“Hey guys, celebratory victory party at my house!” Haechan pokes his head into the group, shooting everyone his signature smile. Johnny lets out a loud cheer in agreement, eliciting the rest of the group to join in too.

Johnny turns to you and asks, "Do you need a ride to the party, Y/N?"

You consider his offer for a moment but then decline. "Thanks, Johnny, but I think I'll go with Beomgyu and Cat. They're waiting for me outside."

Johnny gives you a pouty expression, but then shrugs it off with a grin. "Alright, I'll see you there then. Have fun!"

You and Kai jog up to the parking lot where Beomgyu and Cat are already waiting for you. "Hey, sorry for the wait," Kai says as you approach them.

"No worries," Beomgyu says with a smile, “Home or the party?”

“Party definitely!” You exclaim, sliding into the backseat with Hyuka. The air is thick with excitement, and everyone is chatting animatedly about the game and the victory. As you cruise through the darkening streets, the car is filled with the soft glow of streetlights and the occasional burst of laughter. Beomgyu is sitting in the back, telling a funny story about his older brother, while Kai is scrolling through his phone, occasionally showing you all funny memes or videos.

Cat, who is driving, has the radio on low, and the soft hum of music adds to the easy atmosphere. You catch a glimpse of them in the rearview mirror, humming along to the music, tapping their fingers on the steering wheel.

As you pull up to Haechan's house, the sound of thumping music and raucous laughter hits you like a wave. The front lawn is littered with empty beer cans and red Solo cups, and you see a couple of people stumbling around drunkenly. The porch is crowded with partygoers chugging from plastic cups, and you spot Haechan's unmistakable grin as he greets people at the door. You step out of the car, the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke hits you, making you feel a little lightheaded. Beomgyu and Cat are already whooping and hollering, ready to join in on the fun, while Kai seems a little hesitant.

As you make your way through the throngs of people, Haechan spots you and waves you over, holding out a red plastic cup filled with some unknown drink. You smile and accept it, knowing that Haechan always makes the best drinks at his parties.

"Y/N, my favourite party guest!" Haechan exclaims, giving you a tight hug.

You laugh and hug him back, feeling grateful for his friendship. "You know I wouldn't miss one of your parties for the world," you reply.

Haechan grins and leads you to the makeshift bar set up in the corner of the room. "I've got something special for you tonight," he says, reaching for a bottle of vodka.

You fall into the sofa watching as he expertly mixes you a drink, adding just the right amount of cranberry juice and lime. You take a sip and savour the taste, feeling the familiar burn of alcohol as it makes its way down your throat.

"Thanks, Haechan," you say, giving him a grateful smile.

"No problem," he replies, his eyes scanning the room for his next victim. Bingo, his eyes meet Yeonjun’s. Haechan grins mischievously as he calls over Yeonjun, who's just arrived at the party. "Yeonjunnie, my man! Come over here, I've got a special drink just for you."

Yeonjun looks slightly hesitant but makes his way over to Haechan and you, cautiously taking a sat next to you. Haechan reaches behind the counter and pulls out a bottle of clear liquid, which he expertly mixes with a few other ingredients.

"This is my secret recipe," Haechan says with a grin as he hands the drink to Yeonjun. "It's guaranteed to get you feeling good in no time."

Yeonjun takes the drink and sniffs it cautiously. "What's in it?" he asks.

Haechan just grins and shakes his head. "It's a secret," he says. "But trust me, it's good."

Yeonjun takes a sip and his eyes widen in surprise. "Wow," he says. "This is really good."

Haechan gives Yeonjun a pat on the back before turning to you. "So, how's the party so far?”

"It's a lot," you say with a laugh, taking a sip of your drink. "I wasn't expecting so many people to be here already."

"Yeah, I kind of went a little overboard with the invites," Haechan admits, shrugging his shoulders. "But it's all good, right?"

You nod, smiling at him. "Of course, it's great. You always throw the best parties."

Haechan grins at the compliment, looking around at all the people dancing and laughing. "I try my best. Speaking of which, have you seen Mark around here anywhere? I need to ask him something."

You shake your head, scanning the crowd. "No, I haven't seen him yet. But I'll let you know if I do."

"Thanks, Y/N," Haechan says, before disappearing back into the party.

You turn back to Yeonjun, taking another sip of your drink. "So, what do you think of the party so far?"

"It's…loud," Yeonjun said with a chuckle, his eyes scanning the crowd as well. "But it looks like everyone's having a good time."

You nodded, following his gaze. "Yeah, Haechan knows how to throw a party. Are you having a good time?"

Yeonjun looked back at you, a small smile on his lips. "I am, now that I'm talking to you." You felt your cheeks heat up a little, unsure if it was him or if it was the crazy drink Haechan made you. “So, what does he put in these drinks anyway?”

“Your guess would be as good as mine.” You laugh, “The most important rule for Haechan’s party is to just accept whatever he gives you.”

“Oh yeah? What are the other rules?” He asks, leaning in closer to you.

You pretend to think for a second, comically tapping your finger against your chin, “Get wasted is definitely.” Yeonjun looks at you intently, listening to every word. “And definitely doing stupid shit like streaking through the neighbourhood. Johnny’s parties, however, now those are on a different level.”

“Aw, where’s my invite?”

“He hasn’t had one in a while, but when he does I’m sure you’ll get an invite.” You answer, taking a small sip from your drink. “Johnny’s parties are INSANE! He’s got his own place so we don’t have to worry about his parents or anything.”

Yeonjun raises a brow, “Johnny’s got his own place?”

You nod, eager to continue, “His apartment is so cool like he has a proper sound system that Jackson gave him so it just takes it to the next level.”

His eyes curiously look into yours as he asks, “Who’s Jackson?”

“Just a guy who used to go here, he graduated a couple of years ago. If you get a chance you should totally go to one of his parties.” You explain, finding yourself remembering all the crazy things that used to happen at Jackson’s parties.

“Hey Y/N, can I ask you something?” Yeonjun says after a moment of silence.

“What is it?” You ask curiously, all your attention focused on him.

“Are you and Johnny a thing?”

You almost spit your drink back, lightly choking on it. “What? No!” You exclaim between coughs. “What made you think that?”

“Just wondering.” He says taking a deep breath, a hint of relief evident in his expression. “You two seem really close."

You can't help but laugh at that. "Yeah, we are. Johnny is one of my closest friends," you say. "But that's all it is, really."

Yeonjun nods, seeming satisfied with your answer. "Got it," he says with a smile. "Well, I'm glad we cleared that up."

You suddenly feel a strange sensation wash over you. It's hard to describe, but you feel like something is off. You try to shake it off and continue your conversation, but the feeling only grows stronger. You excuse yourself from the conversation, telling Yeonjun you need some air. As you step out, you take a deep breath and look up at the night sky. The cool air helps to clear your head a little, but the feeling in your stomach doesn't go away. You fumble with your phone, feeling an overwhelming sense of disorientation and unease. You find yourself looking through your contacts, stopping when you see Soobin’s name. You hesitate for a second, before pressing the call button.

With each passing ring, you find yourself regretting calling him more and more. Just as you were about to hang up, you hear a soft voice from the other side, “Y/N?”

“Soobin.” You breathe out, you find yourself already easing a bit.

“Hey…” Soobin breathes, “Is everything okay?” The concern apparent in his voice. You rarely ever call Soobin, hell this is the first time you’ve ever called Soobin. While you still occasionally see him at school and text him regularly, there’s something different about calling him up. You feel embarrassment course through your body. You just called some boy randomly while being at a party, a boy you’ve never even called before.

“Y/N? You there?”

“I-Yeah, I’m here.” You say, feeling incredibly flustered by the second. Why are you getting embarrassed? This is Soobin, an adorable nerd that sits alone in a corner. You are Y/N L/N, the most popular girl at school, why are you getting embarrassed?

“Are you okay?” He asks again, his tone sharper this time.

“I’m okay, I feel kinda sick.” You find yourself telling him about the weird feeling of dread you’re feeling. He patiently listens, letting you finish before saying anything.

“Is it the drink?” He asks. You shake your head, despite the fact he can’t see you.

“No no, it isn’t the drink. I’m not feeling lightheaded or dazed or anything.. I just feel out of place.” You explain to him. You’ve had Haechan’s strong drink a million times before and you’ve never had this feeling before.

Soobin hesitates for a second before letting out a shallow breath, “Do you want me to come get you?”

“Yes.” You say immediately, surprised by your forwardness.

You can imagine Soobin smiling over the phone, his voice always gets clearer when he’s grinning. “Okay, give me 10 minutes.” You send him Haechan’s address and as you hang up you can’t help but feel a little giddy, your uneasiness disappearing almost entirely.

You should probably tell one of your friends you’re leaving so you don’t worry them. You scan the crowded room, looking for Kai. You spot him in the corner, chatting with a group of people. You make your way through the crowd, sidestepping people who are dancing wildly and bumping into each other.

"Hey, Kai!" You call out, trying to get his attention.

He turns towards you, a mischievous grin on his face. "What's up, Y/N? Bored of Yeonjun already?”

You roll your eyes, smiling in spite of yourself. "I was just letting you know that I'll be leaving soon."

"Leaving already?" Kai's eyebrows raise in surprise. "Who are you leaving with, Yeonjun?"

You shake your head. "No, actually. Soobin is coming to pick me up."

Kai looks confused. "Soobin? Who's that?"

"He's a friend," you say louder, over the music of the party. "We're not super close, but I just needed someone to come get me."

Kai pats your back. "Well, you better get going then. Don't want to keep Soobin waiting."

You nod, feeling grateful for his understanding. "Thanks, Kai. I'll see you later."

Before you turn to leave, Kai calls out your name, looking at you with a playful smile on his lips, “You’re telling me all about this Soobin guy tomorrow.” You nod, smiling sadly knowing that he isn’t going to remember this after the scene changes. You can't help but wonder why you feel so out of place tonight. Maybe it's the fact that Yeonjun seems to be paying more attention to you than usual, or maybe it's just the overwhelming noise and chaos of the party.

As you step outside of Haechan's house, you shiver a little from the cold night air. You glance around, searching for Soobin. A few people stumble past you, laughing and shouting drunkenly. You feel a bit out of place, suddenly wishing you were back inside with your friends.

Just as you start to wonder where Soobin is, you see him walking towards you from down the street. He's wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, his hands shoved in his hoodie pockets. You smile in relief as he approaches you.

"Hey," he says, coming to a stop in front of you. "Are you okay?"

You nod, feeling a little embarrassed. "Yeah, sorry for calling you out of nowhere. I just needed to get out of there."

Soobin nods understandingly. "Do you want me to drive you home?"

You shake your head again. "No, can we just walk around for a bit? I need some fresh air."

Soobin agrees, and you start walking down the empty street together. You don't know Soobin very well, but you feel oddly comfortable around him. Maybe it's because he's such a good listener, or maybe it's just because he's not part of the usual drama that surrounds your friend group.

"I'm sorry for waking you up," you finally say, breaking the silence.

"It's no big deal," Soobin replies, smiling at you. "I'm just glad I could be here for you."

You smile at his kindness, feeling a weird pang in your chest. "Thanks, Soobin. You're a good friend."

He chuckles. "I try to be. And hey, it's nice to have someone to walk around with at night. It's peaceful, isn't it?"

You nod, taking in the quiet atmosphere around you. "Yeah, it is. I've never really walked around here at night before."

“Let me give you a new experience then,” Soobin says with a smile, his dimples popping out. As you walk alongside Soobin, you can't help but notice how the moonlight reflects off his features. It's like he's lit up by the night sky, like your own personal star.

As the two of you stroll through the night, you approach a convenience store, its run-down exterior dimly lit by a flickering neon sign above. The sign reads "24/7" in bold white letters, the "7" flickering on and off as if the store is on its last legs. As you approach the convenience store, you can't help but feel a sense of excitement.

You turn to Soobin with a grin, "Let's buy some soju and soda! We can mix them together." Soobin looks a little hesitant, but he nods in agreement. The smell of stale cigarettes and cheap beer hits your nose as you walk in. You and Soobin make your way down the narrow aisles, past rows of chips and candy bars, until you reach the refrigerators in the back.

You grab a few bottles of soju, and Soobin grabs a couple of Ramune sodas. As you make your way to the counter, you notice the cashier giving you both a curious look. You wonder if it's because you're buying alcohol or if it's just because you're walking around with Soobin.

"Excuse me," the cashier says in a gruff voice. "Can I see your IDs?"

You both pull out your IDs and hand them over. The cashier studies them for a moment before nodding and ringing up your purchases. You pay with cash and the two of you step outside, the plastic bags rustling in your hands. You notice a small park across the road. It's quiet, and only a few people are sitting on benches, enjoying the cool night breeze. You tug on Soobin's arm, gesturing to the park, and he nods in agreement.

You cross the road and make your way to the park. The streetlights are dim here, casting an eerie glow across the area. The rustling of the leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl is the only sound you hear. You find a bench near a tree and sit down, patting the empty spot next to you for Soobin to sit.

The bench is old and a bit creaky, but it holds your weight just fine. You lean back, resting your head against the trunk of the tree. The moon is high up in the sky, casting a soft, pale glow over the park. It's peaceful here, and you feel a sense of calm wash over you. You reach into the plastic bag and pull out the soju and soda bottles, setting them down on the bench next to you. You open the soda and take a sip, feeling the sweet, bubbly liquid dance on your tongue. Soobin watches you, still unsure of what to do with his drink.

"Here, try it," you say, holding the soda out to him.

Soobin takes the bottle, unsure of how to open it. You show him how to push down the marble in the bottle, releasing the carbonation. He takes a sip and you watch his face light up with delight.

"This is really good!" he exclaims. You laugh and nod, happy that he likes it. The sound of the soda fizzing fills the air as you twist off the cap, the bubbles dancing in the moonlight. You grab two plastic cups from the bag and pour the soda into them, followed by a generous splash of soju. Soobin watches with fascination as the clear liquid mixes with the soda, creating a light pink hue.

Soobin watches you mix the drinks with curiosity, his eyes glinting in the dim light. You hand him a cup and he takes it, his hand shaking slightly.

"Are you nervous?" you ask, taking a sip of your own drink. The sweet and sour taste of the soda mixes with the sharpness of the soju, creating a perfect balance.

"A little bit," Soobin admits, taking a small sip from his cup. He grimaces slightly at the taste but takes another sip nonetheless.

You giggle, finding his reaction adorable. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it," you say, taking another sip of your drink.

He takes a deep breath and admits, "I've never really drank before."

You feel a bit guilty for suggesting that he drink, but you try to reassure him. "It's okay, we don't have to drink if you don't want to. We can just enjoy the park and the night sky."

Soobin seems a bit relieved at your response, but he still takes another sip of the drink. You can tell that he's trying to get used to the taste. "So, what made you call me tonight?" Soobin asks, breaking the comfortable silence between you.

You hesitate for a moment before answering, staring at your drink. "I don't know, I just felt really… off. And I didn't know who else to call."

Soobin nods, understanding. "Well, I'm glad you called me. I'm always here to talk, even if we're not super close."

You turn to Soobin and give him a warm smile. "Thanks for coming out with me tonight, Soobin. I know it's probably not what you were expecting when you woke up to my phone call earlier." You can’t help but feel touched by Soobin’s words. You know you initially started to talk to him so he could help you win over Yeonjun but you can’t help but think you gained something even better.

Soobin chuckles and shakes his head. "It's fine, really. I'm glad I could help you out."

You take a sip of your drink and look out at the park. The moon is shining bright overhead, casting a soft glow over everything around you. It's quiet except for the occasional sound of crickets chirping and leaves rustling in the wind. The alcohol burns down your throat, but it feels good to have something to distract you from the thoughts swirling around in your head. You know you called Soobin to pick you up from the party, but you still can't put into words what you're feeling.

"So, do you want to talk about what happened earlier?" Soobin asks, breaking the silence.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. "I don't even know where to start, Soobin. It's just… everything feels so out of control." "What do you mean?" he asks, turning to look at you.

The thoughts from the last couple of months begin to flood your head. Everything, from finding out you live in a manhwa to being the second lead. Nothing seemed real anymore, all your dreams, your friends, your status. It all felt fake, it made you feel like you haven’t accomplished anything in your life. Everything has just been given to you by the writer, but in the end that's all you are. A two-dimensional character that’s meant to stand in the way between the two main characters.

”I don't know how to explain it," you say, feeling that familiar feeling of dread envelope you. "It's like… I feel like I'm not in charge of my own life like everything is predetermined for me. And it's not just like… normal teenage stuff, you know? It's like… bigger than that."

Soobin nods, taking another swig from the bottle. "I get it. Sometimes it feels like everything is just happening to you, and you have no say in it."

"Yes, exactly!" you exclaim, feeling relieved that someone understands.

"So what do you want to do about it?" Soobin asks, looking at you with concern in his eyes.

You let out a bitter laugh. "I don't know if there's anything I can do. It's like… I'm living in a story, and the writer already knows how everything is going to end. I'm just playing my part, you know?"

Soobin looks at you, a frown creasing his forehead. "What do you mean, living in a story?"

You freeze, realising you said too much. "Uh, nothing. Forget I said that." Remembering what Taehyun told you. He specifically told you it’s dangerous to give people consciousness.

Soobin narrows his eyes, sensing that there's something you're not telling him. "Y/N, what's going on? Is there something you're not telling me?"

You look down at your feet, feeling ashamed. "It's just… I can't explain it. It's complicated."

"You don't have to explain everything to me, Y/N. But if something is bothering you, I want to help." Soobin reaches over and takes your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Do you feel like you're not in control of your own actions?"

"Exactly. Like I'm just following a script. It's like I'm trapped in the stage, and I can't escape." You sigh to yourself. If only he knew. A part of you just wants to tell him, spill the secret, give him consciousness. But you know it’s selfish, you can’t ruin Soobin’s life like that. You can’t take everything from him.

He looks at you with understanding, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

You wish. "No, I don't think so. I just needed to get it off my chest. Thank you for listening, Soobin."

He nods understandingly, staring down at his feet. Suddenly he looks up, his face unreadable. “Y/N, what do you usually do during lunch?”

“At school?” He nods. “Hmmm… I usually hang out in the cafeteria or underneath that big blossom tree.”

“If you aren’t busy one day… maybe we can resume your piano lessons.” You instantly burst into a grin at Soobin’s words.

“YES YES!” You say a bit too loudly, gaining the attention of late-night strollers. Soobin gently laughs at your enthusiasm. As the night sky darkens and the moon shines bright above you, you take a moment to truly look at Soobin. You can't help but notice just how beautiful he is. His sparkly brown eyes glint in the moonlight, and his dyed blond hair falls slightly in his face as he leans back against the park bench. A weird feeling envelops your body.

"Soobin," you say softly, turning to face him. "You know, you're really beautiful."

Soobin's face turns a light shade of pink at your words, and he looks down at his hands in his lap. "Stop it, Y/N," he says, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You laugh, taking another swig from the bottle in your hand. "No, seriously," you say, setting the bottle down on the bench. "I mean it. I've never really noticed before, but you're really attractive."

Soobin looks up at you then, a small smile still on his lips. "Thanks, Y/N," he says, his eyes shining in the moonlight.

The night wears on and the alcohol flows more freely, you begin to feel a warmth spreading through your body. The world seems to slow down and your thoughts become more hazy, the weight of the day's events fading away into a distant memory. The stars above seem to twinkle more brightly, and the sound of the city fades into a gentle background hum.

You begin to feel a warm buzz spread throughout your body. Your head feels light and your limbs feel loose, as if they are no longer under your control. You find yourself giggling at everything Soobin says, even if it's not that funny. Everything seems so much funnier when you're a little tipsy.

You take another sip of your drink, you can't help but feel a sense of ease wash over you. All of the stress and anxiety you've been feeling lately seem to fade away, at least for the moment. You feel carefree and lighthearted as if you don't have a care in the world.

Looking over at Soobin, you feel a sense of contentment. He's still talking, and you find yourself getting lost in the sound of his voice. His features are illuminated by the light of the moon, and you can't help but think just how beautiful he looks. You can't help but admire his features once more. The way his eyes crinkle when he laughs, the way his hair falls over his forehead, the way his lips curve upwards in a smile. It's almost as if he's glowing in the soft light of the moon.

In this moment, everything is perfect.

Soobin sways a little as he stands up from the bench, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "It's getting late," he slurs slightly, "we should probably head home."

You nod in agreement, feeling the effects of the alcohol in your system. But as you stand up, the world seems to tilt on its axis and you stumble a bit, grasping onto Soobin's arm for balance.

Soobin chuckles at your stumble. "Do you want to come to my place for the night?" Soobin blushes at his own words, clearing his throat to clarify. “I-I mean it’s late and we’re in no condition to make it to your hous—”

“Sh.” You hush Soobin by placing a finger on his lip, “I know what you mean Soobin, don’t worry.” You say, pulling back, his face turning a deep red.

You and Soobin stumble out of the park and into the quiet streets. The night is chilly, but the alcohol in your system keeps you warm. You cling onto Soobin's arm for support as you make your way to his house. The streetlights cast a warm, golden glow on the pavement, and the stars twinkle in the sky above you.

You start to feel the effects of the alcohol even more strongly. Your feet are aching from the high heels you wore to the party, and you just want to lie down and sleep.

Suddenly, Soobin stops and turns to you. "Do you want me to give you a piggyback ride?" he asks, swaying slightly on his feet.

You look at him sceptically. "Are you sure you can even stand straight, Soobin?"

He grins at you. "I can do it, trust me. Just hop on."

You hesitate for a moment, but the thought of getting off your feet and not having to walk anymore is too tempting. You nod and climb onto Soobin's back, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck.

You giggle, feeling giddy and lightheaded. "Don't drop me now, Soobin."

"I won't," he says, chuckling. "I've got you."

The walk to Soobin's house seems to go by in a blur as you rest your head on his shoulder, feeling safe and comfortable on his back. The world around you seems to spin as you both stumble your way to his front door, but Soobin manages to get the key in the lock and open it. “Sorry, it’s taking me a bit,” he slurs.

“It’s okay,” you say, leaning against the wall for support.

You and Soobin stumble your way through the dark hallways of his house, giggling uncontrollably as you try to keep quiet. His parents are asleep, and you don't want to wake them up. Soobin's arm is draped around your shoulder as he guides you to his room.

As you make your way up the stairs, Soobin whispers to you, "Be quiet, we don't want to wake up my parents." You nod in agreement and try your best to stifle your giggles.

When you finally reach his bedroom, Soobin gently opens the door and motions for you to enter. You tiptoe inside, taking in the small but cosy room. Soobin closes the door behind him and turns to face you.

"We made it," he whispers, a hint of triumph in his voice.

You nod and smile, still feeling giddy from the alcohol. "Yeah, we did."

Once inside his room, Soobin turns on a lamp on his bedside table. You plop down on his bed, feeling the exhaustion and alcohol-induced dizziness weighing you down.

“Thank you for the ride Soobin.” You express, looking at the tall male.

“Don’t worry about it.” He smiles. Suddenly, he turns around, fumbling through his drawers and pulls out a pair of shorts. He hands them over to you with a goofy smile.

"Here, wear these. You'll be more comfortable than sleeping in those jeans."

You take the shorts from him, feeling grateful for his thoughtfulness. As you start to change, you can feel Soobin's eyes on you. You turn around to find him staring at you, his cheeks slightly flushed from the alcohol.

"Sorry," he mumbles, looking away. "I'll turn around."

You giggle softly, feeling a little giddy from the alcohol. "It's fine, Soobin. I don't mind."

He turns around anyway, and you quickly change into the shorts. They're a little big on you, but they're soft and comfortable. As you climb into bed, Soobin gets into his side, turning off the lamp on his bedside table. You feel the warmth of the blankets and the softness of the pillows. You turn to your side and face Soobin who is already lying down beside you.

"Can we cuddle?" you ask, your voice soft and slurred from the alcohol.

Soobin hesitates for a moment before nodding shyly. "Sure," he says, his cheeks turning slightly pink.

You move closer to him and nuzzle into his chest, enjoying the feeling of his warmth against your skin. Soobin wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you both drift off into a drunken slumber.

After a few moments, you look up at him and notice that he's blushing. "What?" you ask, grinning mischievously.

"Nothing," he mumbles, looking away.

"Come on, Soobin, you can tell me," you tease, poking him in the side.

"It's just…I'm not used to having someone in bed with me like this," he admits, his cheeks growing redder.

You lift your head slightly to look at him and see a hint of nervousness in his expression. Despite being drunk, you can tell that he's being serious. "Really?" you ask, surprised.

Soobin nods slowly. "Yeah, I've never really had anyone over to my house like this before," he says, his voice trailing off. "I hope it's not too weird for you."

You give him a reassuring smile. "No, it's not weird," you say.

"I'm glad you're here," he whispers, his voice barely audible.

You smile sleepily. "Me too."

The only sound that fills the room is your breathing and the rustling of the sheets as you shift slightly. You can feel Soobin's fingers gently tracing small circles on your back, and it sends shivers down your spine. As you nuzzle back into his chest, you feel yourself drift off into a peaceful slumber, the steady beat of Soobin's heart lulling you into a deep sleep.

You slowly start to regain consciousness and realize that you’re in Soobin's bed. The first thing you notice is that you’re lying on your side with your head resting on his chest and his arm wrapped around you. The second thing you notice is the dull throbbing in your head. You groan softly and move your head, trying to ease the pain.

As you do, Soobin stirs beside you, and his arm tightens around you slightly. He mumbles something unintelligible. You try to sit up, but your headache intensifies, so you groan and lie back down.

‘Come on Y/N! You’ve been hungover before. Just make it out of bed.’ You think to yourself, pumping yourself up.

You carefully extricate yourself from his grasp and sit on the edge of the bed, rubbing your temples. The headache is almost unbearable and you feel like you've been hit by a truck. You look around the room, trying to figure out what time it is. The sun is shining brightly through the window, telling you that it's well into the morning.

You stand up slowly, trying to steady yourself as the room spins around you. You spot your clothes from last night strewn around the room and hastily put them on. You don't want to overstay your welcome and you're not sure how you feel about what happened between you and Soobin last night.

As you struggle to put on your jeans, you hear Soobin stir beside you. He groans and rubs his head, clearly hungover. He looks at you with a confused expression and starts apologising profusely.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Did I do something last night? I don't remember anything. Did I make you uncomfortable?" he asks, his voice laced with panic.

You pause and look at him, trying to process what he's saying. You realise he's probably worried that something happened between you both while you were drunk.

"No, no, nothing happened," you reassure him. "We just fell asleep cuddling, that's all."

Soobin lets out a sigh of relief and slumps back onto the bed. "Okay, good. I was really worried for a second there," he says.

"It's okay, Soobin. Everyone has their first time drinking too much," you say, smiling reassuringly at him.

He nods, still looking a bit ashamed. "I just hope I didn't make a fool of myself in front of you." Soobin sighs running his hand through his messy hair.

You chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. "Don't worry, Soobin. You were just a bit loud and giggly, that's all. It was actually kind of cute."

Soobin smiles back, his face flushing with colour. "Really?"

You finish getting dressed and make your way over to the window, trying to leave without waking up his parents. But Soobin stops you before you can even open it.

"Wait, where are you going?" he asks, sounding a bit hurt.

You turn back to him, surprised by his reaction. "I was just going to head back to my place. I don't want to wake up your parents," you explain, turning back to the window.

As you try to slip through, you feel Soobin's hand on your shoulder, stopping you. "Y/N, please don't leave like this. Let me walk you home," he says, his eyes pleading with you.

“Soobin your parents are gonna freak if they find me with you.” You try to explain, still sitting on the window pane. “I mean I called you late at night, made you sneak out of your house to get wasted with me at the park- and by the way you’ve never even drank so basically I corrupted their son and then we sneaked back into your house completely senseless and we slept in the same bed.”

“Yes, but nothing happened.” As Soobin pleads with you to stay, you couldn't help but think about your ex-boyfriend Dongsik. The memories of sneaking out of his house early in the morning flood your mind. He always made you leave through the window, claiming that his parents wouldn't approve of you sleeping over.

“We know that but they won’t. I mean I wouldn’t believe me.” You ramble, sort of terrified at the idea of getting caught by his parents.

“My parents trust me, I promise they won’t think it’s weird.” He reassures, holding onto your cold hands with his warm ones. You stare into his puppy dog eyes, and that alone is almost enough to make your stay. “Please.”

"Okay, I'll stay," you say, hoping that he won't notice the hesitation in your voice. "But we should probably try to be quiet and not wake your parents up."

Soobin grins in relief and nods vigorously. "Of course! We'll be as quiet as mice. Don't worry, my parents won't mind. They know I'm responsible enough to handle my own hangover."

As you and Soobin walked down the stairs, you couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Soobin's parents didn't know you were here, and you've never met them before. You could hear the sound of utensils clinking against plates coming from the kitchen as you approached.

Soobin's parents were already sitting at the table, enjoying their breakfast. His mother looked up from her plate and her eyes widened in surprise when she saw you. "Oh, Soobin, you didn't tell us you had a guest," she said.

Soobin rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Sorry, um, this is Y/N. She's a friend from school," he explained.

His father looked up from his newspaper and gave you a small smile. "It's nice to finally meet you, Y/N," he said. "Soobin talks about you a lot."

You felt a small wave of relief wash over you. Soobin had mentioned you to his parents before, so at least they knew who you were. "It's nice to meet you too," you said, returning the smile.

Soobin's mother gestured to the empty chair at the table. "Please, sit down and join us for breakfast," she said warmly.

You hesitated for a moment, feeling a little awkward about intruding on their family breakfast. But Soobin's pleading eyes convinced you otherwise. "Thank you, I would love to," you said, taking a seat at the table.

Soobin's mother served you a plate of delicious homemade breakfast. The aroma of freshly cooked food filled the air, making your stomach growl with anticipation. As you took your first bite, Soobin's mother turned to you with a curious smile. "So, Y/N, what did you and Soobin do yesterday?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with interest.

You couldn't help but blush slightly, feeling a bit flustered. You exchanged a quick glance with Soobin, both of you unsure how to answer. After all, the events of last night were a blur due to the effects of the alcohol.

"Um, well, we went out for a walk in the park and had a few drinks," you replied, trying to keep your explanation vague.

Soobin chimed in, eager to divert the attention away from any potentially embarrassing details. "Yeah, we just hung out and talked for a while," he added, his voice slightly shaky.

Soobin's mother nodded understandingly. "That sounds lovely. It's nice to see my son spending time with friends," she said warmly.

"Soobin, you have no idea the things we did back in our younger days," His father chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Your mother and I had our fair share of wild nights."

Soobin’s mother playfully elbowed her husband and added, "Yes, but we always made sure to be responsible and take care of ourselves. As long as you two were safe and didn't put yourselves in danger, we trust your judgment."

You can't help but laugh at their stories and the relaxed atmosphere in the room. Soobin's parents seem to be really chill about the situation, and you feel grateful for that.

After finishing your breakfast, you push your plate away and sit back in your chair, feeling content and full. Soobin turns to you, a happy smile plastered on his face, "Do you need a ride back home? I can drop you off."

You appreciate the kind offer but politely decline, assuring him, "Thank you so much, but it's okay. I'll just call an Uber. It's more convenient for me."

Soobin's mother nods understandingly, her eyes filled with motherly concern. "Alright, dear. Just make sure to take care of yourself. You know you can always ask us for a ride if you need one, right?"

You smile gratefully, touched by her thoughtfulness. "Thank you, Mrs Choi. I'll keep that in mind. You've been so kind."

Soobin's mother waves off your gratitude with a gentle smile. "It's no problem at all, dear. We're always here for Soobin's friends. Just take care and have a safe trip home."

You quickly pull out your phone, typing a quick message to Taehyun, asking him to pick you up. Sure, you could call an Uber but you can’t stand the thought of being alone with your thoughts right now. Especially since you’re still a bit hungover and your head is killing you. Taehyun, almost in an instant texts back with a simple ‘👍’

"Thank you so much for having me over," you say sincerely. "I really appreciate your kindness and welcoming me into your home."

Soobin's parents exchange a knowing glance and his mother responds with a gentle smile, "It was our pleasure, dear. We're always happy to see Soobin spending time with good friends." Soobin's father nods in agreement, adding, "You're welcome here anytime. Don't hesitate to visit again."

You feel a wave of warmth and gratitude wash over you as their words sink in. It's comforting to know that you're not just an unexpected guest but someone who is genuinely welcome.

You feel the vibration of your phone, Taehyun’s message lighting up your phone. ‘I’m here’

“Thank you so much for everything.” You say once again, standing up. “My ride’s here.”

“I’ll walk you out,” Soobin says, quickly getting up too. Soobin’s parents smile at you, giving you a small wave and asking you to visit soon.

“Your parents are so nice.” You tell him as you make your way out of the door.

“I told you they’d be chill about it.” You both laugh in agreement.

“Thank you Soobin.” You say, turning to face him. “For everything.”

He gives you a dimpled smile, his Adam’s apple bobbing like he wants to say something but doesn’t. As Taehyun's car pulls up into Soobin's driveway, you say your final goodbyes to Soobin and thank him for the night. Wanting to maintain a sense of normalcy and not make it obvious that you called Taehyun to pick you up, you open the back door and slide into the spacious backseat of the car. Taehyun turns to you, a playful grin forming on his face.

“Why are you sitting in the back?” Taehyun asks, puzzled as you close the door.

“Oh my god. Drive!” You say, slightly embarrassed, wondering if Soobin recognised Taehyun’s car.

“Alright, alright.” He puts his hands up in defence, starting the car and pulling off Soobin’s driveway. “So…Soobin huh?” He says with a teasing smile.

You groan into your hands. You’ve got a lot of explaining to do.

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hellhound-whisperer · 3 years ago

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Regarding Y/N

Pairing | Dean x reader

Warnings | Reader is cursed, SPN canon-level violence, swearing

Word count | 5.7k

A/N | While I’m sure this has been done before, I wanted to write my version anyway. I think this is the most I’ve worked on a fic, and I’m pretty happy with how it turned out. Enjoy :)

Summary | Based on Regarding Dean, but it’s the reader that’s been cursed.

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I woke up on the ground, with a pounding headache and no idea where I was. Groaning, I sat up, spooking a rabbit that seemed to like me, and shoved my hands in my pockets, looking for my phone. When I found it, the screen was smashed, forcing another groan from my mouth.

“Shit.” I stood, brushing the dirt off my jeans. Alright, where the hell am I?

I looked around, seeing bobbing heads a little ways from where I was. Joggers? Am I in a park? I walked towards the moving people.

“Excuse me, could I make a call on your phone?” I asked the first person I saw, a woman pushing a stroller. She looked at me with a surprised expression, shoving a couple bucks in my hands. “Just don’t buy a drink with it, okay?”

Bitch, I thought, though I kept the money, shoving it in my pocket before approaching the next person, a guy running with his dog. “‘Scuse me, can I borrow your phone? Just have to make a call.” I shook my busted one, hoping he’d understand. He nodded, unplugging his ear buds and handing it to me.

“Thanks.” I started typing Dean’s number, but I must have been more hungover than I thought. Is it 674 or 647…shit, I think it’s 647…

I gave it a try, sighing in relief when I heard Dean’s voice on the other end. He sounded tired, his voice rough. “Yeah?”

“Dean, it’s…” He cut me off before I could even finish my sentence.

“Jesus, Y/N, where the hell have you been? One minute you were going to the bathroom, and then you’re gone? I’ve been looking for you all night!”

Ah, that’s why he sounds tired, I thought guiltily. “I’m sorry babe, but I have no idea what happened. I woke up in a park about two minutes ago.”

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” I could hear the worry in his voice, and him moving around, probably grabbing his things so he could come get me. Once I figured out exactly where I was.

“No, I think I’m fine. Little foggy, headache, probably hungover, but nothing weird. Except, you know, I’m in a park. That’s kind of weird.” I turned, seeing the tall sign for waffles. “Oh, come get me at Waldo’s Waffles, I’m starving.”

He sighed heavily, “I’ll be right there. Be careful, please.”

“I will, love you, bye.” I handed the guy his phone back, thanked him once more, and headed in the direction of sweet, delicious waffles, stomach rumbling in agreement.

The waitress set my plate down in front of me, refilled my coffee, and I dug into the pile of fruity, syrupy waffles, hungrier than I thought was possible. I was almost halfway done with my plate when Dean sat on the chair next to me. I had a mouthful when I turned to look at him, but he grabbed my face anyway, beautiful green eyes searching mine, worry all over his face.

“You’re alright? You’re sure?” His gaze moved down, looking for any injuries. I managed to nod, trying to chew at the same time. He looked me over one more time, planting a kiss to my forehead before releasing his hold on my face. “Dammit, Y/N, I’ve been losing my mind all night.” He rubbed his eyes, finally starting to relax a little.

My chest tightened at the tone in his voice, so I chewed quicker so I could answer. “I’m really sorry Dean, I don’t know what happened.” I pushed the plate of waffles in his direction so he could have some, my peace offering.

“How do you not know? We didn’t drink that much last night…what do you remember?” He took the fork out of my hand, and I frowned.

“Uh, well, we’re here, looking for a…something?” I shrugged.

He stopped eating to stare at me. “That’s the last thing you remember?” I nodded, shrugging again. “That was yesterday morning.”

“I guess I drank more than you thought? I don’t know Dean, that’s all I got. Did you bring…?” I pointed to my head, hoping he brought the aspirin.

He handed me the bottle, and I took two out, downing them with my coffee.

“I guess, I really didn’t think so. But that still doesn’t explain why you just took off.”

“I really am sorry, I just don’t know.” I looked at him sadly, confused about what happened. He sighed, running his hand through my hair, thumb stroking my cheek.

“We’ll figure it out Y/N/N, we always do.” He pulled my lips to his, and I could feel his relief in the kiss. “At least you’re okay.”

I smiled at him. He’s the best. And so pretty…my mind started to drift off to dirtier places, so I tried to focus again. “Where’s, uh…?” That’s weird, what the hell is his name?

Dean’s eyebrows shot up. “You mean Sam?”

Sammy, that’s it! I snapped my fingers, and Dean just kept staring at me. “You’re sure you’re alright? Did you hit your head or something?” He ran his fingers on the back of my head, looking for signs of a bump. Based on his expression, he didn’t find anything.

“I don’t think so. So where’s Sam?”

“I dropped him off to check out the body so I could come get you. We’ll get him on the way back to the motel. Finish your waffles,” Dean ordered, pulling his wallet out from his pocket so he could leave some money on the counter. I stabbed the last few bites and shoved the forkful in my mouth, standing. Dean reached his hand out, and I laced my fingers with his, following his lead out to the car.

“Well, it’s definitely a witch,” Sam said, getting in the back seat. “Hex bag was in the body, looks like it was shoved down his throat.”

Dean reached his arm across the front seat, stretching to face Sam. “Wonderful.”

“I see you found Y/N. What happened to you?” Y/N? That sounds familiar…The man in the back seat tapped my shoulder. “Uh, Y/N? You still drunk or something?”

I could hear the men talking, but it was hard to focus all of a sudden, things around me going blurry. I placed my face in my hands to steady myself, and felt someone start rubbing my back. “Y/N, sweetheart? Look at me.”

I looked at the man next to me. “Who’s Y/N?”

The two guys looked at each other with weird looks on their faces before looking back at me. Dean spoke slowly at me. “That would be you.” I heard the guy in the back ask, “What’s wrong with her?”

“There’s nothing wrong with me,” I muttered, raising my head now that things were clear again. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Then what’s your name?” Dean asked.

I scoffed, “I know my name! It’s, uh…Y/N!” I smiled triumphantly. I did not receive any smiles back, which I thought was rude.

“Dean, what happened to her?”

Dean started the car, backing out of the spot. “I have no idea, Sammy.”

We got back to the motel, Dean’s hand on my back on the entire walk from the car to the room. Sam opened the door, gesturing us inside.

“I promise guys, I’m fine!”

“You forgot your own name!” Dean practically yelled. Sam just looked at me.

“For a second, okay, yeah, that was weird,” I admitted, throwing my jacket on the table and sitting on the bed, trying to think.

Sam chimed in. “We’re hunting a witch, right? Maybe she got hexed?” Dean rubbed his face with his hand. “I guess. But if the witch found her, how is she still here? And why is she freakin’ Dory?”

“Dory?”

“Not going to apologize for loving that fish. Not to you, not to anyone.” I rolled my eyes at Dean, but I couldn’t help but smile at his comment. Damn, did I love that man…wait, he’s talking about me! “I’m not Dory! I’m FINE.”

Dean turned to me. “Fine, then name the main characters in Harry Potter,” he asked, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Well, there’s Harry Potter.” I gave him the middle finger to start my count, “And then…uh, Randy, I think…” Dean shook his head, and I threw my hands up in the air. “Whatever, this is stupid! I’m fine.” I stood up, walking back to the table. “This is a table! This is a coat! This is…a, uh…light stick!”

Both men looked at me like I was crazy, before Sam asked, “A ‘light stick?’”

I pointed at it again, nodding. Like they didn’t know what a light stick was. Idiots.

“Alright, we’re gonna need some help,” Dean said, rubbing his jaw again. “Cas?”

“No, not Cas, I’m fine!” I yelled again, though no one seemed to be listening.

“Rowena? If it’s a witch, she might be the best bet,” Sam said, crossing the room and starting to write something down on a yellow square. I threw my hands up, trying to get their attention. “But in the meantime…” Sam moved back to the stick of light, pressing his thumb against the yellow square at the top. It said ‘lamp.’

I snapped my fingers, “LAMP. Damn, so close.”

Dean swore, loudly, and was tapping wildly against his phone before putting it to his ear. “Yeah, well, we need your help, Rowena.”

“Rowena? Really…” I moaned, going to the fridge. “Oh! Tiny vodkas! Score!” Dean and Sam just rolled their eyes again. It was getting really annoying.

“This is serious, I think Y/N has been hexed. She’s been…forgetting things.” Dean said, looking at me as I started to make a drink. Clearly, they were occupied.

“She’s not drunk.”

Nope, but I’m trying. I picked up the ice holder, pointing. “We need ice.” Neither one was paying attention to the important stuff. Like ice for my tiny vodka.

“What? I don’t know, I haven’t checked!”

Ugh, neither one of these dummies is going to get me ice. They’re too wrapped up talking to…someone. What was her name? Ramona? Whatever, doesn’t matter. I’m getting ice. I left the room to get some, leaving them to their talking. I walked up the stairs to the ice thing, filling it before returning to the room. But the damn key wasn’t working…

“Y/N!” I turned to Dean, shrugging. “The key isn’t working.”

“That’s cause that’s not our room,” he said, looking mad. I shook my head before answering, “All these dumps look the same.” I stalked past him, but he grabbed my arm, forcing me to stop.

“We think you’ve been hexed. You’re losing your memory.” My mouth dropped open. “What, like Memento?” Dean just smirked, then nodded. “That you remember. Yeah, like that. To fix it, we have to kill the witch that did it.”

“Great, let’s do that!”

He sighed loudly. “We have to find ‘em first. What’s the last thing you remember?”

I paused, holding the ice holder out to him. “I got ice.” He threw his hands up, walking toward the open door to his right. This must be our room, looks the same to me, I thought, but I followed anyway.

They made me get all suited up so they could take me back to the vic’s office. As they rummaged through things, I opened a box of cigars, pocketing one to surprise Dean later. Sam rolled his eyes at me.

“You did that yesterday too.” I looked at Dean, and he just nodded, but I caught the smile. “Any of these look familiar?” Sam waved his hand at some pictures on the wall. I walked over, glancing at all the faces. None of them looked like anyone I knew though, so I shook my head. “Okay, let’s think, what happened next?”

Dean’s eyes darted back and forth, thinking. “You went to check out the lore, Y/N and I went to get dinner at that burger place. Should we head there?” Sam moved his head up and down, and I grabbed Dean’s hand as we left the office. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but I knew he would take care of me, so I should follow him.

We walked into this Western bar, which was busy and noisy. I didn’t like all the loud noises, but Dean and Sam were in charge, so I followed.

Both turned to me as we moved toward the bar. “Anything look familiar?”

I looked around, but it looked like any other bar we’d been to over the last few months, nothing at all stuck out. “It looks like all the others, I don’t know!”

A pretty lady bartender walked in front of us, looking right at me as she went to the register. Dean nudged me, whispering “That was our server, you remember?”

I frowned, but headed towards her anyway. “Hi!”

She looked at me funny, then at Dean. “Hello…you back to pay your tab?”

I frowned again, looking at Dean. “I think that’s his job.” I jabbed my thumb into his shoulder. He hung his head, his hand reaching into his back pocket.

“I’m sorry I ran out last night, she up and vanished, so I got worried. I think she might have been drugged.” Dean pulled a couple bills from his wallet, handing them to the pretty woman.

“Drugged!?” Both of them looked at me, shaking their heads quickly. I think they are telling me to be quiet.

Dean continued, “Can you tell us what you remember? We’re just trying to figure this out.” She looked at all of us, but her face softened when she got to me.

“Sure. You and her ordered burgers to go, but it was going to be a minute. You guys downed, what, four tequila shots, put some ‘sick jams’ on the juke, and then the little lady here hopped on Larry.”

Sam interrupted, “Larry?”

“Oh yeah,” she responded, looking right at me. “She had the hots for Larry as soon as she walked in.” Dean looked away, and his cheeks got a little pink.

I piped in, “Was I good?”

It was Dean who answered, never looking up from the ground. “Oh, you were…amazing.” I smiled brightly, proud even though I couldn’t remember.

“Anyway, then you two,” she pointed at Dean and me, and I swear Dean blushed even harder, “disappeared for about 10 minutes, and when I saw you again,” she pointed at me, “you were running like a bat out of hell towards the alley.”

I looked at Dean, who was avoiding the look Sam was giving him. The lady suddenly pushed Dean’s shoulder, “You better not have…”

Dean’s hand cut through the air. “NO. No. She’s my girlfriend, nothing like that.” I looked at him and Sam, confused. “Do you have security cameras here?”

She looked at me for some sort of answer, so I went with the flow and waved it off. “He’s right, he’s my, uh, boyfriend. All good.”

She nodded to me. “Good. And yeah, we do.” She walked us to the back of the bar.

“Really Dean?” Sam muttered, shaking his head. “Bar bathroom?”

Dean stopped him, counting on his fingers as he spoke. “One, you were at the motel and we only had one room, so I think you mean thank you. Two, it was her idea, point your disappointment that way.” He tilted his head to me. I shrugged, and Sam made a face, walking around us to follow the lady.

I whispered to Dean, trying to catch up, “what did we do?”

Dean sighed, leaning down to whisper back in my ear. “Remember I said you were amazing on the bull? Understatement compared to that, sweetheart.” He pecked me on the cheek before following Sam. I grinned, skipping to follow him.

Sam pulled his laptop out, popping the little silver stick into it, and a movie came on. I tried to look over their shoulders, but these boys were tall. “Let me see,” I whined, and Dean moved enough over to let me look.

I watched, and then pointed excitedly. “That’s me!”

“Yes it is,” Dean said, grabbing my hand to pull it away, but he didn’t let go. I felt his fingers brushing against my knuckles gently as we kept watching. He leaned in, looking at the picture.

Sam asked, “What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to read her lips. Now salsa you mittens.” I may be hexed, but that is just nonsense.

“You can’t read lips.”

“I can’t read lips,” Dean admitted, pulling away from the screen. We watched as my body flew backwards, and Dean’s grip on my hand tightened. “You don’t remember any of this?” He turned to me, hoping I would have a better answer than I did.

I just shrugged, “I got nothing.” They kept watching, making the little people go backwards and forwards.

“You recognize that jacket?”

Dean responded before I could, “Yeah, from the vic’s office. Maybe Y/N saw him last night, and chased after him.” The little movie-me pulled something out of my pocket.

“I took a shot! I know how to shoot a gun?” I whispered at Dean, squeezing his hand. He just dropped his head into his free hand.

They pulled me out of the bar into the alley, waving their baby light sticks around, and talking to each other. I couldn’t make out what they were saying though…everything was starting to get fuzzy again.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait. There are witches?” I asked, my hand grabbing Dean’s forearm. He’s strong, I thought, before I saw the way he was looking back at me. Focus, uh, me. Y/N. Right.

“Yeah, Y/N, there are witches. And we kill them.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “That’s awesome!” They didn’t look as happy as I felt though.

“C’mon Y/N/N,” Dean said, pulling me away from the garbage and into the woods.

“How much further?” I questioned, my legs getting tired after a bit. Dean squeezed my hand tighter, leading me along.

“Depends. You remember anything?”

“Nope. So, genies are real? But they don’t grant wishes.” I added grumpily, thinking about the blue Genie from the movie.

“Jesus,” Dean said quietly, but I still heard him. “Yeah, that’s right. C’mon now,” he said, pulling me along. We walked up to this tree with red paint on it. “That’s probably relevant.”

“Maybe Rowena knows what they mean.” Sam leaned down to take a picture.

“Rowena? That’s a funny name.” I giggled, but no one else did. Dean let go of my hand, moving forward. “Hey!”

He put his palm up when I tried to follow. I think that means stop, so I stopped moving. “Sam!” The bigger guy walked over to Dean. “I think that’s our witch.”

Curious, I walked up next to Dean, ignoring his hand. “Is that a dead guy?” Dean just looked at me. “Cool,” I whispered, pulling on his sleeve.

“No, not cool. If killing the witch was supposed to remove the spell, you should be fine, sweetheart.” Dean looked mad.

“Oh. Not cool?” I guessed, and both men just looked at me.

“Let’s get out of here,” Sam said, and Dean put his hand on my shoulder, guiding me back to where we started.

We got back to the motel room, and the boys were looking at the computer, talking to each other when I heard a noise at the door. I got up to open it.

“Y/N, wait!” I heard Dean say, but I still knew that sound meant someone needed to come in, so I opened the door anyway. A very pretty lady with long, red hair and nicely done eyeshadow walked into the room. “Who are you?” I asked, trying to flirt a little. She was very pretty, but Dean coughed, and shook his head at me. Right, I’m with him. Oops.

“Spell’s progressed I see,” she looked at Dean and then Sam. She talked funny, but it sounded nice. She kept walking inside, so I closed the door. If they really didn’t like her, I was sure Dean would protect me.

“We asked for intel, Rowena, not a house call.”

“Well, I have a feeling you’ll come to thank me.” She turned towards me, and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out to touch her hair.

“Your hair…it’s so bouncy!” I exclaimed, running my fingers through it. It’s so soft, I want my hair to be like that.

“Why thank you!” She said, a big smile on her face. She looked at Dean and Sam. “Do we have to fix her?”

Both sighed, and said at the same time, “Rowena.”

“Boys.” She smiled at me. They said a bunch of words back and forth, but it was hard to focus again, because things got a little fuzzy and Rowena was petting my hand. It felt nice, like when Dean did it, but she was softer.

“Come here.” Dean pulled me away from the nice lady, and sat me on the bed. “Y/N, you remember HBO?” I shrugged. He clicked the button on the rectangle, and the movie came on.

“Oh! Scooby!” I shouted, watching the dog on the screen for a while, drowning out the three of them. Scooby was more interesting anyway. Eventually, I laid down on the bed, watching the dog being chased by the ghost. Someone laid down behind me, pulling me into his chest. “You know who I am?” he asked softly, giving me a kiss on my neck.

“Of course! You’re…D-Dan?” I asked, turning to face him, snuggling closer. He tried to smile. “Close, Dean.” I smiled brightly at him; that felt right. “You’re my Dean.”

“That’s right, sweetheart. I’m yours.” He buried his hand in my hair, little tears in his eyes. He started to tell, no remind, me what was happening. As he kept talking, I felt myself getting sadder, and tears started to fill my eyes too.

“I can feel it,” I said finally, looking right at him, trying to memorize his face, the way I felt laying here with him. God, it felt good. It felt…right, and this was what I was going to lose? “I can feel it slipping out of my head.”

One of his big hands continued stroking my hair, his thumb brushing against my scalp. The other cupped my cheek. “I’m not going to let that happen, Y/N/N.” His bright green eyes looked back at me, and I could tell he was asking me to trust him.

It was that moment that I broke. “I don’t remember everything, Dean,” I emphasized, because I wanted him to know that I knew who he was, “but I know I don’t wanna forget you. I’m scared…” I choked on a sob, and he pulled me tight into his arms, holding me close. “I’m scared I’m going to forget everything.” The tears started to fall from my eyes, and I buried myself further into him.

“I will fix this, Y/N, I promise,” he said again, and I felt his lips on the top of my head.

“Okay,” I offered, hoping that he was right. It was slipping away, but I knew him at that moment - he was my Dean, and he would take care of me. I knew that was true.

Dean pulled back, lifting my chin with his finger. He kissed my lips, then my forehead, lingering there. Then he got up, going back to the other guy. SAM, I thought, tried to commit it to memory. Sam. Sam and Dean, I kept repeating, making my mouth form the words, hoping that would help.

I continued to lay there, trying to remember the details. My name is Y/N. Dean is my…well, mine. Sam is my best friend. R…Ramona is a friend. My name is…what is my name? I couldn’t bear to turn over to ask. I may not remember his name, but I knew the people on the other side of me were important, and I didn’t want to make them sad.

Sometime later, I was alone with the pretty lady. The men left to do things, they told me what, but I couldn’t remember, and I was supposed to be here. With the lady. She was putting stuff on the table, so I tried to help.

“Stop touching everything!” She scolded, swatting my hand away.

“Sorry.” She gave me a little doll, and started to tell me a story. I tried to listen, playing with the sharp pointy things and the dolly.

“What have I done?” I turned to her, when she talked about a gift.

“You’re a killer, Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Wait…I kill people?” No, I don’t kill people, that’s not right…

“Scores. You may be a stubborn pain in the arse, but everything you’ve done, you’ve done for…ugh, the greater good.”

I looked at her incredulously, “Oh, and that’s supposed to make it okay?”

She walked around me, answering, “Oh, I wouldn’t know. You help those other than yourself. Me, I’ve done horrible things, and I told myself it was fine…”

The pretty lady kept talking, and I tried to follow what she was saying. It made sense, but I couldn’t put it into context. She touched my nose, and I giggled. That’s when the rectangle next to her lit up and rang. I heard a familiar voice on it, but I couldn’t place where I knew it, or who it was. Some other voices were in the background, and I could tell something was wrong. Then the familiar one started to yell before it all went black.

I woke up in a car, seeing a note that told me what to do. Your boys have been kidnapped by a witch. Found the stupid car and left you here.You turned to the door, and found another card: Stay. Uh, no thank you. It’s boring in here. I shrugged, getting out of the car and walking to the back out of habit. I went to the trunk, where I found another little paper: Open me.

WOW, look at all this…witch killing bullets, the paper says “this one,” so I should pick this one! I picked up the gun like the note told me to, and my hands seemed to know what to do better than I did, popping the bullets in the gun.

I walked into the house, finding a blonde lady throwing things at the pretty red-haired lady. I pulled the little lever on the gun, and it made a clicking noise that made the blonde lady stop.

“A gun? You really think that’s gonna work on a…” I raised my hand with the paper that said “WITCH KILLING BULLETS.” I know how a gun works, lady, I thought, smiling. I just hope that’s what you are.

She turned back to my friend, and I pulled the trigger. She fell quickly, and the red lady dropped to the ground as well.

All of a sudden, three men ran down the stairs in front of me. I put the gun back up, knowing that was what I was supposed to do. The man in glasses just looked at me. The one with long brown hair pointed at himself and said NO, and when I looked at the man with the gorgeous green eyes, I paused. I’m sure I know him, I thought, my forehead creasing as I tried to think. He looked at me, shook his head, and said “First guy.”

I didn’t hesitate after that, putting a bullet between his eyes. The two men behind him took a big breath after that, looking at me with smiles. I smiled back, turning my gaze to the one I knew and throwing him a thumbs up.

When they came down the stairs, the one with the spiky hair put his lips on my forehead, wrapping his arms around me. “That’s my girl,” he whispered, moving back to look at my eyes. I still couldn’t place him, but I knew he was important. “Rowena!” he hollered, not letting me go.

The pretty red-haired lady stood, waving me towards her. I looked at the man holding me, who nodded. “It’s okay, go with her.” I followed her up the stairs. When we got to the top, she said a lot of gibberish, and I could see a bright purple light around me. It all came back like snapping a rubber band.

We walked back down the stairs, and I looked between Dean and Sam, furrowing my brow like I was concentrating to remember.

“Is that it? Is it done?” Dean asked, worry etched deep in his features.

“Who the hell are these two dudes?” I felt guilty for teasing them, more specifically Dean, but I just couldn’t resist.

Dean looked crestfallen, Sam disappointed. I broke out in a big smile. Dean visibly relaxed, and Sam followed, giving me the face. “Sweetheart?” Dean tilted his head, waiting.

I nodded, running into his arms, and crashing into his lips. I could feel his relief in the kiss, and I melted a little at how worried he was for me. I broke the kiss, knowing Sam and Rowena were still behind us, and I could tell Dean didn’t seem to care at all. “I’m back, baby,” I whispered, running my hands through his hair to reassure him. “And I remember how much I love you.”

“You have no idea how much I missed hearing that, Y/N/N. I love you too, sweetheart. Now, let’s get the hell out of here.” Dean pulled away, lacing his fingers with mine, and we followed Rowena and Sam out of the witch’s den.

We got back to the bunker later that day, after securing the spellbook from Rowena, tired and ready to crash for a bit. I hugged Sam before we parted ways to our rooms, thanking him for his help, heading to Dean’s and my room with my duffel. I thought about showering first, but I saw the bed and nixed that idea quickly - curses really took it out of you.

I dropped onto the bed, almost done untying my shoes when Dean walked in, closing the door behind him. “You want first shower?”

I shook my head. “Go ahead, I’m exhausted.” Dean nodded in understanding, leaning down to kiss the crown of my head, skilled hands unbuttoning his flannel. “Lay down sweetheart, I’ll only be a couple minutes, then I’ll join you.”

“Enjoy,” I muttered, scooting up the bed to rest on my pillow, finding I didn’t even have the energy to change out of my jeans. Dean left, Dead Guy’s robe in hand, and I waited, trying to come up with any of the memories I was missing, and failing. I could remember bits and pieces, like shooting the witch and Rowena removing the spell, but that was about it. I hadn’t gotten many details, just the highlights of the last couple days from the boys. Sam did show me my performance from the bar on his laptop on the way home though, and I gotta say, I was damn good.

I heard the door open, and scrunched my face at the light that flooded in from the hall. “Sorry,” Dean whispered. I heard him walk around the bed, to my side, so I turned my head in confusion. “I may be okay sleeping next to you without you showering, but not in those dirty clothes. C’mon sweetheart, sit up, I’ll help you.”

I moaned in annoyance, but complied, pushing myself into a sitting position. Dean pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it to the side, and tucked my arms one by one into one of his clean flannels, buttoning it before helping me get out of my jeans. He lifted my legs back onto the bed, crawling over me to his side, his arms open so I could nuzzle into this chest. He always smelled so good after a shower, soap and a hint of whiskey. He was stroking my hair, his other arm stretched across his broad chest, pulling me tight to his side.

“I’m glad you’re back, Y/N. I hated seeing my girl slip away like that.”

“I’m sorry Dean. I don’t remember most of it, but honestly, if I didn’t remember us, it was probably a nightmare.”

“Actually, for the most part, you were pretty happy. I think not remembering all the crap in the past, everything that weighs us down, made you happier.”

“Don’t you even. I wouldn’t trade this, us, for anything. So no matter how happy I may have seemed, I can pretty much guarantee it was a nightmare for me. I love you, Dean. That makes everything else worth it.” I rested my hand over his tattoo, and he shifted, bringing my hand up to kiss my knuckles, returning it back to his heart, his hand covering mine.

“I hope so.”

I didn’t like the tone I heard in his voice, the sadness, the thought that maybe I would have been happier in another life. I couldn’t disagree more. So I tried a different tactic.

“Besides, in what other life would I have the opportunity to ride Larry the bull?”

I felt his chest vibrate with real laughter. “You got me there. Do you remember what happened afterwards at all?”

“No, I thought I saw and ran after the witch.”

Dean cleared his throat, responding, “Uh, you did, but between that and Larry, you gave me an offer I could never refuse.”

I groaned, “Oh no, I did?” I buried my face into him.

He chuckled again, and squeezed my hand. “Oh yes. After your little ride, you practically skipped to me, and whispered in my ear, ‘Care to finish what Larry started?’ and took full advantage of me in the handicapped stall. It was awesome.”

“Did I…?”

Dean dropped my hand like it was on fire, pulling my chin up so he could look at me, mock disgust on his face. “Please, Y/N, when have I ever, ever left you unsatisfied?”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t lie. “Fair enough. I should have known better.”

“You’re damn right. And after you get some rest, I’m going to remind you of that fact. At least twice.” I couldn’t stop my eyes from rolling again. Dean mimicked me dramatically.

I giggled, pushing myself up so I could kiss his perfect pink lips. “I love you,” I said, barely breaking contact.

“You know I love you, Y/N/N.” He kissed the top of my nose, then pushed my head back down on top of his chest. “Now, get some sleep so I can remind you in the morning.”

I smiled, falling asleep to the sound of his steady heartbeat.

#dean winchester x reader #cursed!reader #dean x reader #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfic #regarding dean #mine

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tangledinmdzs · 4 years ago

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Your writing is wonderful and you are amazing! *Muah* everything is chef's kiss.

Could this wonderful person write drunk juniors, who been taken care by reader, confessing to reader?

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Lan Sizhui

the two of you are sitting in the park lot, under his apartment complex,

you’ve done your good duty of his friend by driving him home,

but he’s making your life hard

because he isn’t getting out of the car,

“Sizhui, I have work tomorrow,” you tell him, hope to get some logic into him

Sizhui isn’t a lightweight by any means

but growing up in a family with strict alcohol protocols (? is that what you call it?)

Sizhui hasn’t had that much experience

there are some drinks that he downs fine and others that wipe his ass

the bourbon shot thing that he had at the party a few hours ago, fell into the latter category

“y/nnnnnn, y/nnn, my y/n,” Sizhui sing songs, thrashing around in the passenger seat beside you

he’s so drunk, you think to yourself as you stare at the way his head leans on the seat belt, one he doesn’t want to take off

“Sizhui, let me unbuckle you, i’ll even walk you up,” you persuade and Sizhui actually shouts at you, objects like a five year old even though he’s 25

“no! staying here! with y/n!” Sizhui demands and you sigh at him,

but you can’t even be mad, because he’s so loud and cute unlike his natural quiet personality

“A-Yuan, be a good boy and let me unbuckle you, okay?” you try to convince and lean over the console to unbuckle him

before you hand can get any close to his seat belt,

his hands are on your face

squishing your cheeks together,

“A-Yuan?” you manage to get out, though it’s probably incoherent with how squished your cheeks are between his hands

Sizhui smiles, hums at you, the red on his cheeks high

“pretty y/n, you’re the prettiest person i’ve ever met in my entire life,” Sizhui tells you and you wanna snort at him but your face is still in the mercy of his hands

“t-tha-n- chu-” you try to say but stop short when Sizhui literally begins to lean in,

his lips are puckered out

he’s trying to kiss you

and he very well might!

you want to lean back on instinct, but Sizui’s got his hands on your face holding tight and he’s getting in close-

and there’s a small oof, from the man in front of you

the seatbelt that he had so adamantly tried not to take off,

limits him a millimeter from meeting your lips

Lan Jingyi

Jingyi hiccups as you both walk, swaying down the hallway to his apartment

it’s truly a miracle that you managed to even get him home, considering how simply wasted your best friend was

“y-y/n,” Jingyi hiccups your name, when you lean him against the side of the his door

you roll your eyes at him, and simply hold your hand out to him,

“i’m dropping you inside, then i’m going home,” you tell him and Jingyi simply hiccups again, stares at you and then smiles sleepily

“hmm,” Jingyi hums, almost as if teasing you and you let out a tired sigh (because this dude had been heavy to drag up the five flights to his apartment)

and you just begin to pat down his jeans and pockets for his keys, because really you didn’t have time for his games

Jingyi giggles here and chuckles there, wherever your hands land on him, moving from his back pockets all the way up his chest

“Jingyi, don’t tell me you forgot, your keys,” you’re really speaking to yourself at this rate, because Jingyi looks too out of it to even be processing anything that you are saying anyways

“didn’t forget, have them, right here” Jingyi says sleepily and pats the chest pocket on his jean jacket

“god, why didn’t you just tell me earlier-” you grumble

your reach out to his jacket only for your wrist to be grabbed

suddenly, swiftly you’re turned, your back slamming into the space that JIngyi had been standing in, your hands tugged to a hold against the wall

you widen your eyes at JIngyi,

this close, practically nose to nose, you can really smell the alcohol around him

“would you leave me after?” Jingyi asks you, solemn, sleepy

“it’s your apartment, Jingyi” you breathe out because the air between you two had always been friends

flirty, teasing but friendly

friends

“can’t you stay?” Jingyi’ asks, and you stare at him

there’s a pause in between the both of you where you’re trying to read what his hazy eyes on yours might mean

“stay with me,” Jingyi repeats

you stare deeply at him, wondering if you can

if you should

Jin Ling

Jin Ling is not pretty when he is drunk

he is a sad, mopey, angry drunk

luckily, he’s grown up to have a good hold with liquor

whether that be from experience or genes, you won’t know

honestly you’d only seen him drunk on a handful of occasions

tonight, sat with him in the his newly moved in apartment,

city ambiance behind you both in the late night

you’re seeing him again in this weird drunk state that he usually hides from you

even though you both have been friends for years

“y/n,” Jin Ling starts, solemn, serious, deep drunk voice that he always has whenever he’s reached his limit

you hum at him,

you’re pretty sober, opting for something fruit and light, not really having much alcohol

you were really here to keep him company, because the trend tends to be that Jin Ling likes to vent when he’s drunk

“you know, there’s someone that i like so much. i’ve liked them for...for some time. a long time...but i don’t think they’ll ever know,” Jin Ling admits to you

and you hum, because it’s the same person that he talks about every time he’s drunk,

“well, i mean, if you never tell them, they’re never going to know. so you’re really the one holding yourself back,” you say, a bit coldly

because he always talks about this mystery person

“i’ve told them! more than once, but they still don’t get it, they’re so stupid,” Jin Ling says, takes a nice chug of his beer can and then crushes it

you huff out a funny laugh at his way of showcasing strength, taking a lip sip from your fruity mix

“A-Ling you’re not the most direct person i’ve ever met. maybe it’s because you’ve been talking in circles with them,” you say, because leave it to Jin Ling to make someone misunderstand

you’re about to take another sip from your cup when hands grab your shoulders,

you’re turned roughly to face Jin Ling, scowling quickly after the surprise settles in your chest,

“dude! i could have spilled my drink-”

“i like you!” Jin Ling practically yells at you

you look at him like he’s grown two heads; because he’s drunk, so drunk and so not sober

“i like you so much more than you’ll ever know. i think i love you y/n,”

his voice is so deep, so solemn and so serious

he’s so drunk, you think as you stare at his flushed cheeks, tussled hair

you wish that he wasn’t

Ouyang Zizhen

you click your tongue at the sight of Zizhen,

your friend had never had always been a lightweight

but he still insisted on coming along to events like this,

and then sprawling out to sleep at the bar,

like he was now

softly snoring away as other patrons laughed behind their hands

you roll your eyes and push down the embarrassment as you do your best to get Zizhen awake and out of here,

because this place was really out of both of your depths if you were being completely honest

(you didn’t even drink)

“Zizhen, hey, Zizhen,” you call to him, pushing at his shoulder

you get to watch Zizhen slowly smack his lips before he turns to the other side of his arm to get comfortable

“oh my goodness, Zizhen, please, get up,” you’re pleading to him, because you’re always responsible for him when it comes to things like this-

you feel a tug on your arm,

you turn to look at Zizhen, blinking up at you from where he’s lying in his hands,

“you awake yet bud? i’m going to get a water bottle to sober you up a bit and then we better head out” you tell him, moving to do just that when you feel your arm tugged again

you turn to him, give him a looked (one of mild annoyance) and then move to leave

the third tug on your arm has you sprawling down onto the table beside him,

luckily you don’t hit your head, as you land solidly on Zizhen’s outstretched arm

“can you stay a little longer? like this?” Zizhen sleepily, drunkenly asks you

you blink at him, never having seen him at such an angle,

sleepy profile and hazy eyed

“we...we should get going,” you tell him, though your voice is a lot more gentle than you wanted it to be

Zizhen hums at you, closes his eyes again

you watch him, can’t bring yourself to wake him again

his warm palm thrums against your wrist,

where he still holds it

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murphslass · 4 years ago

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Alone Time Pt. 2

Summary: The reader and Negan spend the night together

Warning: plus sized reader, slight romance, fluff, dirty talk, swearing, praise kink, oral sex, bodily fluids, Negan being sweet but also dirty, smut, smut, SMUT

After agreeing to spend the night at Negan’s home he was so excited. You both agreed to wait until another day so there was no interruptions or distractions. A week soon passed and Negan had been frantically cleaning his home for you. He didn’t want his place messy. You however were still getting dressed and carefully selected your outfit. A loose black band tshirt, ripped faded jeans, and your favorite black boots. Not to mention the extra cute gray lace lingerie underneath.

Y/N: I’m on my way now :)

Negan: Can’t wait to see your sexy ass! xoxo

You giggled at his response and drove over to his home. Your nerves began building up and you reassured yourself that you’ll be just fine with Negan. He promised to go slow and take his time with you.

Upon arriving you were already squeezing your thighs as Negan dressed in a white tshirt and loose faded jeans. His smile showing his dimples against his salt and pepper beard.

“Well hello there babycakes. C’mon in.”

“Thank you. What’s our plan for tonight?”

“I was thinking of cooking up some grub, maybe a little movie, and whatever the fuck happens afterwards.”

You blushed as he gave your ass a light slap as you walked into the house. His eyes scanned down your smooth legs and back up to your blushing face.

“Stop staring.”

“Can’t help it. You’re so fucking sexy.”

He giggled as he stepped closer towards you. His arms bring you into a hug. You sighed and wrapped your arms onto his shoulders to feel his warmth.

“Isn’t this nice? I love having you here and especially since nobody can look at you.”

“Whatever. You know I only want you Negan.”

He smiled as looked down into your eyes, his face moving closer to your own to kiss your lips. His lips nice and soft as he held your face in his hands. You reached to hold his arm to keep balance as he grew rougher with his lips.

“Okay okay stop. I just got here.”

“You’re right, I’ll save that for later gorgeous.”

You laugh at his boldness and followed through with the plans. Having Negan cook an extremely delicious meal with nice wine to compliment the taste. Him letting you pick the movie for the evening as he held you on the couch. You laughed as he sneakily touched over your curves and constantly kissing your neck and cheek.

“Are you watching the movie?”

“Kind of, it’s not easy when your cute ass is next to me.”

You rolled your eyes and scooted into his chest more to get comfortable. He groaned into your ear and you realized you accidentally pushed your bottom into his spread out legs. His crotch now pressed onto your lower back.

“Sorry.”

“Trust me you’re just fine.”

The movie credits came onto the screen and you felt tense as Negan nuzzled his face into the nape of your neck. His warm breath tickled your skin and you felt goosebumps. He lightly pecked at your growing hot skin. Negan’s scruff scratching against you as his arms squeezed your waist.

“How about we move to the bed baby?”

“Okay, but can I shower first?”

“Sure babe. How about this you go in use my shower, I’ll leave out some clothes and clean up. I’ll be waiting for you gorgeous.”

You nodded and let him lead you into his bedroom. His room was decorated in dark colors and a faint color of crimson. His bed was huge and inviting as Negan dug into his dresser to bring out a large black v neck and a pair of sweatpants. You fiddled with your hands as you look at the room.

“There’s towels in the cabinet and just in case I bought a bottle of some fruity smelling shit for you.”

“You didn’t have to do that. But thank you.”

He smiled and left the room to do what you needed. After getting nice and clean in the beautiful shower, you looked at yourself in the mirror and felt confident. The towel wrapped onto your body and you take a deep breath before stepping out. And of course Negan was laying in the center with sweatpants hanging low on his lips. You licked your lips and could see his happy trail adorned in dark hair.

“Take off that towel and let me take a good look at you Y/N.”

Hesistating for a second you decide to sit on the edge of the bed. Negan sat up and made his way toward you. Your body tenses as his lips make contact to your shoulder. You let out a nervous sound making Negan stop in his tracks.

“It’s okay honey. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. We could just sleep for the night.”

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna lead you on.”

“You won’t be. I promise. Here put this on and get under the covers with me.”

You agreed and slipped into the shirt he left out for you and slipped into the warm bed. Negan reaching to turn off the lamp on his nightstand as you scooted close to him. He gladly took you into arms as you soon became comfortable. He smiled down at you as he fingers played with your damp hair. You admire his silhouette as you ran your hand over his chest.

“Good night sweetheart.”

“Good night.”

You whispered as he kissed your forehead. Snuggled into his chest felt nice and his arms holding you close as he began to fall asleep. It was perfect. However, you woke up hours later to Negan spooning you. You looked faintly around the room to check the time and just grabbed your phone to see it was 4 am. You sighed quietly and moved back to Negan. You stare as he slept peacefully and you couldn’t help but lean to kiss his lips. He stirred slightly and cuddled into you. You felt his legs entangling into your own. You try to go back to sleep but fail as Negan’s thigh presses to your naked core. Letting out a gasp at the sudden pleasure, you quickly covered your mouth and made sure you didn’t wake him up. Staying still wasn’t an option as your body betrayed you in moving against his thigh again. The pressure felt nice and you couldn’t stop the moans escaping your lips. Growing into a nice pace with your movements and silenty hoping he wouldn’t wake up. But your mind was currently focused on how good you were making yourself feel.

“Mmm look at my dirty girl.”

You hear and immediately stop, nothing but panic rose into your body. You felt your face turning red as Negan brought a hand to the side of your neck. Negan tugging you closer to kiss your lips and keeping a hold on you. He let out a deep groan as he shifted to move you under his body. You held onto his broad shoulders as he began to claim your mouth. All confidence built up as you kissed him back.

“Oh..”

You breathed out as Negan brought his knee to grind between your thighs. This time your legs squeezing around him and having him growl in disapproval. He pulls away and you see his eyes turning dark with lust.

“Fuck. I want you so bad.”

He moaned as he moved to suck at your pulse, fidgeting under his touch you couldn’t help but whimper. You felt your shirt being lifted off your body and sat up to help him out. The urge to cover your body was strong but you didn’t try as Negan would probably try to pin your hands down. He smirked down at you and reached to turn on the lamp on his nightstand. The dim light shining over both your bodies.

“Could you please turn it off?”1

“Don’t be shy now, you were the one who started this by rubbing your cuteself on my leg. I wanna see all of you when I make sweet fucking love to you.”

“But-“

He brought a finger over your lips and let out a shush noise.

“Shh. Just relax and if you want me to stop then tell me.”

You nodded and let him continue on with his movements. His lips latching onto your neck and his cool hands going to cup your bare breasts. Gently massaging them and bringing a rough thumb going over your hard nipples. Your body arched into his touch and had him let out a light laugh against your skin. His face going back to yours to give you a breath stealing kiss. His tongue invading your mouth as he tastes all of you. You feel his calloused fingers running over your warm skin and going gradually lower. Your hand going to entangle into his datk hair as you grew distracted by his kiss. You whine as he abruptly pulled away from you.

“I wonder what your little pussy tastes like?”

“What!”

He just chuckles as he licks down your chest and carefully teases your nipples. You close your eyes tightly at how good his tongue felt and heard his heavy breathing. His hand descended to your dripping pussy and you quickly gripped his wrist.

“Don’t do that. Trust me this’ll feel better than my thigh. I’ll control where I touch you and you’ll love it.”

You moan as he slipped his fingers to play with your awaiting clit. He used small circles around you to have you moan into his kiss. He made you tremble as he began to tease your aching entrance.

“Tell me how badly you want it. Go on baby, tell me how much you need me.”

“I need you. I need it Negan. Please.”

His smirk going across his cheeks as he slipped his fingers into you. Your back arched off the bed as he moved into so well. You look to see him kissing down your stomach and going further so eagerly. One of arms hooking onto your thigh and the other pinning your hips down onto the mattress. Negan held you in place and stared into your eyes as he reached down to softly lick your clit. You stare in awe and moan loudly as he gradually sucked onto your clit. Your head fell back onto the pillows as he began to work your soaked core. His tongue moving down your slit and into your eager hole. The room echoed the sloppy noises he made while vigorously shaking his head in a zigzag motion to nuzzle further between your lips. You squirmed slightly and felt him growl as he pinned your hips down. Your hands go to hold onto his hair as you could feel yourself being brung to your orgasm. His eyes looking up to stare at your face. Seeing your head being tossed side to side made him feel pride and loved seeing you come undone. Your body shaked violently as brought you to your high. He pulled away and looked to your arousal stain his sheets. He smirked and ran his hand over his wet beard. Negan kissed your body and looked down at your flushed face, watching you catching your breath.

“Fuck yes, you look so good like this. Let’s see if I can work another one out of you.”

“You can’t. There’s no way.”

You say as he leans down toward you with an evil grin. You gasp as he flips you over a little too easily onto your stomach. He grinded against your exposed ass with his covered dick. You could feel how big he was through his sweats. You feel the bed shift as he removed his pants to teasingly grind against. You could feel how warm and big his cock was, it only made you anxious.

“Mm hell yeah, can’t wait to feel that sweet pussy squeeze around me. You ready?”

He brings himself down to whisper into your ear and kisses along the shell of your ear to await your answer.

“Yes. Please Negan. I wanna feel you deep inside me.”

“Good fuckin’ girl. Look at how wet you are, it’s practically drooling for me.”

He growls as he grabs on your hips to move up from the bed. You bit your lip and hold tightly onto the sheets as he runs his tip against your slick pussy. He moaned as he slowly entered you. You whimper as he fully stretched you onto him. Negan felt you tensing against him, he leaned forward and kissed your shoulder trying to urge you to relax.

“Try to relax. It won’t feel as good if you keep tightening up.”

He kissed your neck and brought his hand to massage your swollen clit. You mewl as he began to work his hips to thrust into you. He moaned against your ear and brought his fingers to slip into your mouth. You sucked lightly as he covered them in your arousal. You moan as you tasted yourself on his fingers.

“Shit. You’re such a good girl baby. Next time, I wanna feel those sweet lips around my cock. You think you can do that?”

“Mmm yes Negan.”

You moan as he begins to going faster and could feel all of him filling you to the brim. One of his hands going to massage your breasts and the other gripping your hip.

“Fucking fuckity fuck. You feel fucking fantastic gorgeous. Oh shit, I love this pussy.”

He moaned and rested his forehead onto your shoulder. His thrust growing harder as you moaned out his name. Negan looked down as your fingers gripped his sheets and moved to hold your hand with a tight grip. You move your hips with his to meet his thrusts, another orgasm creeping in the depths of your stomach. Negan going from soft kisses to small bites on your shoulder making you feel shaking in your legs.

“Fuck Negan. I’m gonna come. Oh yes Negan don’t stop.”

“Oh fuckin shit. That’s it come for me again baby. Let me feel your pussy clench onto me.”

You try bury your face into the sheets as you cry out Negan’s name when you come for him again. But he brings his hand to grip your jaw and pulls your head up to turn your face towards his. He kisses cheek as a little reward when he releases himself in you. You feel exhausted when he pulls out of you and looks down to see his cum slowly drip out of you down your inner thigh.

“You look fucking good like this, we should do this way more often so I can see you turn into a pretty mess.”

Your body lay flat against the bed as he gets up to grab a rag to clean you both up. He smiles as he reaches to help you move onto your back. Negan goes to gently clean you out with the rag and kisses your forehead. Your eyes heavy lidded and a weak smile as he treats you with such care.

“You did such a good job beautiful. Did you like it?”

“Mmhmm, thank you Negan.”

He chuckled at you as he gently strokes your hair. Negan moves to throw the rag into the laundry bin and brings you into his hold. You shiver slightly at the loss of covers and he quickly covers you with his soft comforter.

“Sorry. Hate to see my baby getting cold.”

“It’s fine.”

You say as you cuddle into his bare chest. You feel his arms wrap around you. He falls asleep quickly and you look up at his handsome face. You soon follow behind him and drift off to lucid dreaming.

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