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☆༉ — CHRIS STURNIOLO. The unwritten rule.

about. Everyone knows the rule, don't fall in love with your best friend's boyfriend.

author's note: This is the chapter 4, I hope it sounds interesting to you. My first language is not English, you will read this under this warning. m.list

"You really don't have to take me home," I tell him once we were outside.

"Is there something wrong with my car?" He says, looking at me, and I start to say "no" and then I see him smiling.

"It's horrible," I say once I'm inside the car. “For starters, it's not orange like the one you've promised me for so long and I'm sure I'll never actually have it, and on the other hand. Where are the dents? How can you not drive a car that doesn't have dents that mean your mother has been distracted by thinking about tortillas and pizza with bean sauce?”

"Pizza with bean sauce?"

"Yup" I look out the window. “After my mother scraped the side at the grocery store while parking, she wrote down her recipe for Mexican tortilla pizza. Look, all contest recipes have a twist. Or at least the winners have them, according to my mother. And she knows a lot about contests... Well, you know. Her thing.”

"She's done great things. I even remember those turtle cookies she made for your eighth birthday,” he recalled.

"Those things are hard to forget when someone's mother creates a river of chocolate sauce and makes everyone wait to eat while she creates the turtles in her home" he mentioned. “Worst birthday party ever.”

“No way,” Chris laughs. “That was really cute.”

"Making people wait to eat cookies and then saying there's no cake is not nice. I think people took their gifts and left."

“Well, I can get over that,” she looked at him. “I had to wear that brace on my tenth birthday.”

"You did not do it!" accused him.

He nods. "If I took them, oh hey, my sketch pad is pointed your way. We turn a corner and it slides off the dashboard and into my lap."

"Do you drive and draw?" She pointed out waving a finger at him, it feels so good to do this, to talk and to be flirting. I know, but it's just a little. He smiles, his teeth shining as he drives down the dark streets, referring to my house. "I'm trying to knock out some dents and improvise the look of the car."

He laughed and picked up the drawing pad. “Are you still doing those pencil drawings like last year?”

"Do you remember that?"

I do, and I wonder if I shouldn't still know that he had a bunch of his drawings presented and displayed at Dad's school last year. I looked at them and said I liked it when we ended up standing in the lunch line at the same time, but that was last year, and as a person not interested in it, can I admit to remembering that?

I doubt it.

I put the drawing pad back in the drawer. “You have some drawings at school, remember? Dad always drags mom and me to look at those things.”

"Yes," he says. "They were mine. You probably don't remember, but you told me last year that you liked them, and I thought, well, that was really nice of you.”

He remembers it!

I join my fingers together trying to stop myself from shaking. That wouldn't look very good. “So, you still do things like that?”

"Yes, I only made these series of hands" he talks about the drawings. “I found all these photos of my grandparents; My grandmother played the piano and my grandfather the violin, and their hands when they are playing are amazing. Just... It's like they talk to them, like I can listen to the music and want to try to show that." clears his throat. “Sorry, I know it's boring.”

I shake my head in denial. "It is not. I wish I could draw, but a straight line is all I can get.”

"What about those cubes you make in class?" It took me by surprise that he knows that. Especially since we haven't been together for a long time.

"Okay, I can draw cubes" I raise my arms feigning excitement. “Maybe I should quit school. You could travel around the world drawing cubes on things like bridges or benches. My parents could use my college money for savings. They would love that.”

He laughs again.

"Maybe you can get a start at home. Draw cubes in your driveway or something."

"Wait, are we here yet?" I noticed that we were already in front of my house "I mean, thank you for bringing me home."

"It was fun," I give him one more look before he goes back to the party, with my best friend, he's looking at me like... Well, like he wanted to look at me.

As if he likes what he sees, and he is smiling his eyes turn darker. I just nod mutely, blindly, then fumble for the door handle, trying to look away and still not being able to.

"Ada” He names me, softly, almost hesitantly, my heart beating strongly and this happens when you want someone you can't have. Loving someone you shouldn't even look at.

This is wrong, so wrong, to be here, but longing eats away at me until it is all that I am, until I am a trembling waterfall swaying toward it. I hear the soft, slow hiss of my seat belt as it extends, the faint echo hammering in my head, pulsing in my fingers and my feet, roaring in my ears, and he is so close.

And then we kissed. In a vast universe, an eternity of his mouth moving gently against mine, a slow explosion that makes my insides light up, and I want to get lost in this, in him, and never return.

His seatbelt creaks as he leans closer, one hand touching my head, and he heard me breathing, I hear him breathing. The two of us, just the two of us, except that shouldn't be it.

He is Anna's boyfriend, my best friend.

"Chris” My voice comes out like a ball scraping the aluminum, and he rests his forehead against mine. His fingers are still touching my hair. I can feel them shaking.

"Ada” he says again, and there's so much sweetness in his voice, in him, and I've tasted it. I want to do it again and again.

"I'm sorry" I apologized, he started to shake his head sideways, his hair so soft against my skin, his forehead still touching mine, and my heart screaming that I'm not completely sorry and that maybe he isn't either.

"I didn't mean to" His voice is calm, and no, of course he didn't mean to. He didn't mean for this to happen. He didn't mean for us to kiss.

He has Anna.

"Alright" I could barely speak, and me pulled me up and smiled that smile I use when Anna's boyfriends come to me, the smile that says I'll listen and understand because that's what I do. “I know things are a little weird between you and Anna right now, and the thing is, Anna thinks you're mad at her.” Then I remind myself that I have a best friend, that this is her boyfriend. “I know you're not mad, but she's just…” he swallowed. “She's really in love with you and she likes you a lot.”

Chris looks away from me at that moment, his gaze now fixed on the windshield over the dark front yard.

"I'm not..." he lets out a heavy sigh. “I’m not mad at her, I just… Ada, I really didn’t mean to…” I cut him off.

"I know" I hastened to say, I didn't want him to keep talking about this. I don't want to hear what comes after to "I really didn't mean to...", especially when you've said it twice.

I don't want to hear that this was a mistake, even though it wasn't. Not for me.

"Thank you again" I get out of the car, close the car door and walk towards my house without looking back.

I won't watch him go, I'm shaking. It's horrible to get what you wanted so much when you know you shouldn't.

I was happy to be able to talk to him, about this kiss, about tonight at the party. He mentioned last week, and a moment I've wanted to forget. But I haven't been able to do it.

Here's the moment that's stuck in my head, the one he talked about at the party.

Maybe it was nothing, but I was still thinking about it. I had been thinking about that. Last Thursday, I went to Anna's party to drop off a bunch of clothes she had left at my house. Mom had washed her and I took her out of my car, checking before the doorbell rang that Anna's mom wasn't home.

"Hey," Anna spoke to me, opening the door for me and smiling when she noticed her clean clothes in my hands.

"Your clothes washed, your majesty."

“I love your mom,” he smiled at me. “And you too, but you already know that. Come on in.”

"I don't want to bother you," Anna shook her head.

"Don't worry, Mom's at work. At least have a Pepsi or something. I did the shopping, so there's more to drink than the secret old diet."

"Okay," I walked inside the house, and saw Chris sitting in the living room on the couch. "Oh, I didn’t know… I didn’t see Chris’ car, I should go.”

"Because?" Anna asks me. “We’re just hanging out.”

Then I realized there were more people in the room too. Sonia, Mery, and Taylor were there, they were the ones Anna did a presentation with every year and they were all holding their scripts, looking at me with disgust.

"I'm sorry," I apologize.

"No, it's good that you're here. You can hang out with Chris because he's totally bored, but he's being too nice to say so. Also, he has to take everyone home, I promised I would do it after everyone did their presentation. And as for not seeing the car… Well, I had it parked down the street, so I won’t have to go look for it.”

And before I knew it, I was having a beer sitting next to Chris while everyone was talking except him and of course me.

Anna, Sonia, Mery, and Taylor went out to the terrace to make a scene.

"Get out! This is the kind of set we should order!" Mery said her line.

“I'm sorry,” I spoke first. “I didn't know... I thought Anna was alone.”

"I told her I wanted to talk when I came to visit her tonight and the next thing I know I'm in the room with you."

"I'm sorry," I apologized again, it was the thousandth time I had said it to him since what happened.

"No, I didn't mean that, it's nice sitting with you. That's what I mean, you know what I mean."

“Making the best of a bad situation?” I asked smiling.

"No” He was staring at me and I wanted to look away from his penetrating eyes, he was too attractive, but I couldn't look away, I had to look at him because I spent a lot of time convincing myself that I wasn't scared, that I was acting like he was just another guy. “I mean it's nice to be around actually, I don't mind being with you at all. I like it."

"Yeah, me too," I admit, still smiling and trying not to read into anything he said. He was stupid doing that and he knew it. I also knew I should stand up and leave, but I didn't move.

"Unless I'm getting ready to throw up over the railing of a boat, right?" and I automatically stopped thinking about leaving.

"Do you remember that?"

"It was only last year," he said as if it were an exaggeration.

"I know," my voice came out too firm, too calm, but inside I was shaking.

"I didn't know boats could make people this sick," he recalled. “I swear the only thing that kept me from going overboard was that I was talking to you. How come you never got those sneakers full of dots?”

Oh wow, he remembered, he really remembered.

"I did it," he said. “No, they didn't look like I thought they would. They looked like a rash. In shoes, it wasn't a pretty thing, I can't believe you heard me babbling about stitches when you were feeling so bad.”

"Are you kidding me? You were the best thing about that trip."

"The best?" I shouldn't have asked that, there was silence. It was strangely tense in a way that made my toes curl. “Second best, you mean” I break the silence again. To stop myself from looking at it and desiring it. “Getting out of the boat had to be the first.”

"Sonia, you have to relax when you dance with Taylor. Move your hips a little. Yeah, like... Okay, not that much."

“You should go practice with them,” Chris shakes his head. “Teach Sonia how to dance properly.”

"I don't want to humiliate her," he joked, stood up and did a little dance.

Chris went to some contemporary dance classes when we were kids.

"Believe me that's what you would do," he smiled as he watched their little dance. "You dance great."

"Do you remember when I asked you to that dance in eighth grade? I bet you're glad you got rid of that night” Why does he suddenly mention that?

"No, I would have loved it, I…” My voice slowly faded, hearing what I was saying. “It was better that you freed yourself, because... Well, I've seen my eighth grade photo. You've seen it too. Not at all pretty.”

He shook his head. “No, I wanted to go with you.”

And then the silence came again, that silence and I realized how close we were. How easy it was to sit with him. Smiling, he talked to him. And then I heard Anna laugh.

"I know, Chris is great. We've been together for almost two months," I heard Anna say.

"I better go, congratulations on being almost two months old, I remember the night they started dating and it's great, great!"

"Ada” He stood up, and I just left him alone in the room.

"See you later!" I went out to the terrace, I told Anna I had to go and I hugged her, then I drove home and told myself that all the things I had thought were just that. Things I only thought about and nothing more. But now, tonight has happened, and even though I know it's Anna's return, I still want it.

I didn't sleep much, alternating between excitement and terror, also half expecting Anna to come, I don't know what I would do if I knew. Would Chris have told him? I knew he wouldn't make it sound like I had kissed him, I wasn't that kind of guy, but how would you tell your girlfriend that you and her best friend had kissed in a way that didn't sound like it was?

I finally fell asleep after the sun came up, I was tired. The kiss almost looked like a dream now.

But it wasn't, it was real and it had happened. Anna came as I went downstairs to find Mom preparing her chocolate candies, and putting the food on a plate.

"What's wrong with you?" Anna asked me when I went to open the door. “You look terrible.”

"I'm just tired," I reply.

He was looking at me, it was making me shake inside. I knew it, she knew it.

"Well, can I come in?" I asked myself and then I realized that he was still blocking his way. I nodded.

I walk inside the house, sniffing the air.

"It smells like food," he mentioned with great happiness while clapping his hands, he ran towards the kitchen. "Hello," he greeted my mother.

"Look at you! I think you get prettier every day," my mother used to praise Anna a lot. "Do you want some candy?" He stretched out his arms offering him a sweet.

Anna took it and sat at the kitchen table.

"Where is the teacher?" I asked myself this time, I limited myself to pointing my head to the room, where I understood that he was there.

"What was Anna waiting for? Why is she acting so normal? ”

"How about?" She offered me the plate where she used to place the sweets she made herself.

"Great" she smiled at him as she broke one of the sweets and ate it. I shook my head scared and tense, I could feel the muscles in my legs shaking.

"Don't you think they need a little more green on the sides, maybe to enhance the sweets? Color is always good, Or maybe some orange in the base?” my mom continued talking.

How was I supposed to do this? How could she be old Ada, boring Ada when Anna knew it and stayed still for some reason?

I glance at Anna, but she was staring at the plate as if she was thinking about it now. I could not do it.

"It looks like something out of a cookbook," she smiled at my mom. "Really professional," she was excited, and went to show her sweets to dad.

Then Anna saw me again and then she finally spoke to me.

"Can we go upstairs?" I nodded, I could feel my stomach churning with guilt.

I followed her up with my vision lost in confusion and the sugar of the candy. In my room, Anna walked over to my bed and sat down to look at me.

"What's going on with Chris?" I was surprised. "No that's it" then I was confused between my thoughts and my words.

"What?" She wasn't supposed to say that.

"What's wrong with Chris?" She repeats. “He didn't say anything to me last night about being upset with me, or about his hair. But that's not a big problem. Have you talked to him these days?”

“Yes” I have to tell her then “Anna, I really have to tell you.”

"Well, at least you said something," he said and then stood up and began to move his hair. When she did it I noticed a mark on her neck, it was barely visible where her blouse ended.

"What's that?" He gave me a look that said.

"What do you mean?" like I couldn't see his neck, and of course Chris hadn't told him about the kiss.

He just returned to the party, saw her and realized how stupid he had been, then he kissed her and left that mark on her neck. Something that marked her as his property. Property of Chris.

"Well, you're a little weird." Anna touches the mark on her neck. "Shit," she walked over to the mirror in my room and looked at the mark on her neck. “I thought this shirt would cover it. Do you have something to cover it with?” I shook my head. "Your mom?"

"Maybe" she sat on my bed carefree "Why do you want to cover it? Chris doesn’t mind that.”

But thanks to Anna's silence can tell me that something was not right.

"Anna?"

"Don't say it, okay? I know it was something really stupid, but Mike…”

"Mike?" She looks at me through the mirror and then turns around, crossing her arms, still keeping her gaze on me.

"Yes," she says, "but we were just dancing." She began to move her hands, a sign that she is nervous. “He started telling me how beautiful I looked, he hugged me and then he told me "let's go outside, it's hot here" and then we... We were there for a while” his voice had become low and he spoke very quickly.

"Did you break up with Chris?" I had a big mess in my head, I couldn't understand anything.

"No!" shout.

My heart stopped, they didn't finish.

"No? But you were with Mike."

"I made sure Chris didn't see the mark, okay? I told him to take me home and that's why I couldn't talk because I had a terrible headache. And he doesn't have to know about Mike and I, you know? I don't want to break up with him. I like it a lot, Ada, but we haven't been... You know, we haven't done much...”

"Haven't you guys fucked?"

"Yes, and I don't understand why" I roll my eyes. “At first I thought it was good that he wasn't always trying to get us to do things like that. But we have only kissed” he sighed and sat next to me on the mattress. “I think I like it.”

"What do you want me to say?"

""You are the one who is always in love with boys who don't love you."

Ouch, it was true though. The truth hurts, but soon the truth would hurt her too.

"Well, every guy who likes you always likes you more," I admit, it was a painful truth, but I couldn't let myself cry right now. “The thing is, you haven't been around to notice, I'm too good to ignore it now and the rest…” It wasn't the time, she only had two boys, Anna had only been with one of them. Phillies.

Last year, I liked Phillies, he was new and from England, and he wrote great short stories and I hadn't seen Anna when we were talking and she came over. I could tell there was something about Anna that made him immune to her, and I liked being the girl she loved.

And then the homecoming thing happened. Phillies asked me if I could go to the dance with him and even though he thought everyone said they hated him because the homecoming dance was incredibly stupid, It was stupid and unbelievable because you had to buy a good dress while you saw guys dressed in different jeans and t-shirts. It was all glamorous, but somehow good, incredible.

I was excited, I had gone to buy the dress with Anna, and not something used because the boy I was going with was someone who had dumped her, so I bought something incredible. I didn't look as good as Anna, sure, she bought that short, tight, red dress that even the saleswoman said "Wow" when she came out of the dressing room, but I looked pretty.

Or at least I thought it looked good. Philis had said I looked good when he picked me up, and again when we were dancing in the over-decorated gym with the music the school had played.

I was coming back from the bathroom, I see the two of them alone in a corner of the gym talking. I could see Anna, that red dress completely caught anyone's attention. It was definitely her with the Phillies.

"You know you're the sexy girl here tonight," he watched as he ran his hands under her arms. "Say you'll dance with me."

I stood there, paralyzed, watching Anna smile at her.

"Sexy? Me? Since when? What about Adi?"

"She's not sexy," he replied, making my eyes start to sting. It didn't take long for the tears to come. I was wondering if anything he had told me was real, then he noticed my presence by turning to look at me. "Ada" but he didn't come close he just left there.

Anna instead approached me, worried? "Ada?" my name fell from his lips, as if it was his fault that Philis liked me, not me.

I looked at her even with my eyes crystallized by tears, she looked so beautiful, so much so that I hated her.

I really hated her, in the most intense way I could feel. I hate my best friend.

I just ran from there, but Anna came after me. I was furious with Phillies and even with Anna, as if it were her fault that she was more beautiful than me. She didn't force Philis to tell her those things...

"I shouldn't have agreed to talk to him," said Anna, who was walking behind me, giving me a short distance. “I'm really sorry, Adi. I thought he wanted to talk about you. He seemed to like you a lot.”

"I thought it was like that, but it seems like she likes you more” she turned to me to see her upset.

Anna began to cry, and through tears she told me, “I'm really very sorry, please don't be upset, please don't hate me.”

I hugged her and we walked together to my house. Dad and Mom took us back to the dance, and Anna and I stayed up for four hours talking about how stupid Phillies was. It hurt horribly when I saw it at school, but over time it hurt less.

The only other boy I had ever liked was Chris. Anna knew about this, but. She believed it was a primary school thing, a forgotten thing. I didn't even know if I remembered it, but I did. And I still liked it. And we kiss...

"Hello, Ada, are you listening to me?" Anna waved a hand in front of my face. "I didn't mean that how it sounded. I just don't know what to do with Chris, how to keep him with me. And then the Mike thing" she rolled her eyes.

I would never kiss anyone else if I kissed Chris.

I shake my head, trying to erase that thought, and then Mom knocks on the door.

"I just wanted to see if you two needed anything."

"We're fine," I reply seriously.

"Well, if you need anything let me know."

"I love your parents," Anna whispered. “I wish they were mine.”

I ignored his comment and focused on the mark on his neck. I tried not to think about how I had Chris and still looked at someone else. I tried not to think about how his mouth felt on mine.

"Hey, my mom is taking me to see my dad today," his voice was discouraged. "Do you want to go with me?" She had her gaze on the window, I noticed how she played with some strands of her hair.

"Sure, I'll accompany you" I sigh and give him a hug.

"It'll be fun," she murmured, but we both knew it wouldn't be like that.

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A Night to Remember

Jensen Ackles x F/Reader Y/N

Warnings: On screen chemistry , sexual tension, unfaithful, ...

Side note: English isn’t my first language.

I didn’t proofread, I'm sorry for any mistakes.

Amidst shared drinks and laughter, a connection unfolds, a casual conversation turns into a flirty and risky moment between Jensen and Y/N. How will their drunk alterego cope with those desires?

Hips, lips crashed onto hers, his body pressed hers against the wall behind her. “Oh...” she moaned. “Fuck sweetheart, you have no idea what I want to do to you.” He said biting her neck.

That made her panties soaking wet, needing more of him. She turned around, grabbing him tight and turning him against the wall. Ripping his shirt apart the second his back hit the bricks.

His hand found their way to the back of her knees lifting her up throwing her on the table in the middle of the room. Their lips not once leaving each other’s body. Moans, groans and deep breaths filled the air.

The kiss deepened, filled with an intensity that made the room heat up. his hands slid down her sides, reaching for the button of her jeans. He fumbled with it, trying to maintain the sensual mood while his fingers worked at the stubborn clasp.

She feels the moment slipping, tried to assist, but the button wouldn't budge. A giggle bubbled up inside her, but she held it back, not wanting to ruin the moment. Now fully focused on the uncooperative button, muttered under his breath, "Come on, you little..."

The tension in the room shifted, from romantic to comedic, as he tugged harder. She bit her lip, her shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. Finally, unable to hold it in, she burst out laughing, her face flushing with embarrassment and amusement.

"And cut!"

The director's voice echoed through the room, followed by a collective groan and then laughter from the crew. Jensen stepped back, hands on his hips, shaking his head with a grin. "Well, that didn't go as planned."

Y/N wiped a tear from her eye, still chuckling. "I swear, these jeans have a mind of their own." The crew gathered around, sharing in the humour of the moment. The director walked over, a smile on his face. "Alright, everyone, take five. Let's get that button sorted out and try again."

As the wardrobe assistant rushed over to help with the jeans, Jensen leaned in and whispered to Y/N, "I think your jeans are secretly trying to steal the spotlight." She laughed, playfully swatting his arm. "Next time, just rip it."

Just before the clapperboard snapped again, a voice from the crew piped up, "Hey guys don’t joke with Jensen, he’s been married too long! He just forgot how to undress a woman!"

The set erupted in laughter. Jensen, ever the good sport tried to laugh it off, grinned and held up his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, I deserve that one," he said, shaking his head. He turned to Y/N with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Y/N laughed, giving him a playful nudge, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

The director, enjoying the banter, chimed in, "Okay, people, focus! Let's get this right. And Jensen, remember, it's just a button. You've got this." With everyone back in their places, the clapperboard snapped shut once more.

Jensen and Y/N locked eyes, the playful energy between them making the moment even more electric. As they kissed, the onscreen chemistry was undeniable, and the crew watched intently, rooting for a smooth take.

This time, Jensen’s fingers deftly found the button. His fingers found the button again. Determined not to fumble, he gave it a firm tug. But instead of popping open smoothly, the button ripped off entirely, flying across the set and landing with a faint clink somewhere off-camera.

The jeans stayed stubbornly in place, and Y/N's eyes widened in surprise.

The room fell silent for a split second before erupting in laughter. Y/N, her face a mix of shock and amusement, looked at Jensen, who held up the detached button in his hand, his expression a comical blend of triumph and embarrassment.

"Cut!" the director called, he also was laughing hard. "Oh my god, Jensen, what did you do to those poor jeans?" With his head hung low, Y/N patted his cheek.

Jensen shrugged, still holding the button, "I guess I don't know my own strength." Y/N doubled over in laughter, tears streaming down her face. "You’re really eager to get me out of these clothes aren’t you!"

The crew gathered around, the joke now even funnier than before. The wardrobe assistant rushed over, this time with a backup pair of jeans. "Let's try these, shall we?" she said, handing them to Y/N with a grin.

As Y/N changed into the new jeans, the crew continued to tease Jensen. "Maybe next time, just ask for a zipper tutorial," one of the lighting guys suggested, causing another wave of laughter.

The director, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes, finally managed to regain some composure. "Alright, let's give this one more shot. And Jensen, easy on the wardrobe, okay?"

Back in their positions, Jensen took a deep breath, Y/N saw the frustration in his eyes, trying to light up the mood. "Third time's the charm?" Y/N whispered.

The clapperboard snapped shut, and they began the scene once more. This time, Jensen approached the button with the utmost care, and with a gentle flick, it finally opened. The jeans slid down as intended.

"Cut!" the director called, his voice filled with satisfaction. "That's the one. Great job, everyone!" The room broke into applause, the crew cheering for Jensen and Y/N.

However, as the laughter and jokes about the mishap continued, Jensen began to feel a bit self-conscious. He knew the crew meant well, but the repeated jokes started to wear on him. By the time they wrapped for the day, the jokes had lost their charm.

Jensen packed up his things quietly, offering smiles and nods to the crew but feeling a bit down. Y/N noticed he was off and walked over. "Hey, you alright?" she asked softly.

Jensen forced a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... tired, I guess." She smiled warmly. " Hey, how about we grab a drink at the local bar? My treat. We can forget about this whole thing and unwind a bit."

Jensen considered it for a moment before nodding. "You know what? That sounds perfect."

A short while later, they found themselves at a cozy local bar, the warm ambiance and the soft hum of conversation providing a welcome escape from the day's events. They found a quiet corner and ordered their drinks.

As the bartender set their drinks down, Y/N raised her glass. "To getting through awkward scenes and making great memories," she toasted with a grin. Jensen chuckled, clinking his glass with hers. "I'll drink to that." They both took a sip, the tension of the day slowly melting away. "So, honestly, what’s wrong J ?" Y/N asked genuinely.

He sighed, appreciating her concern. " It's just... I guess, the jokes, it got to me more than I thought it would." Y/N placed a reassuring hand on his arm. " Don't let one silly mishap make you feel insecure."

He looked at his drink while swirling it. "Honestly, the jokes about me being out of practice... they're not entirely off the mark. I've been so focused on work and when I'm home it’s all about the kids.”

Jensen took a sip, “Daneel and I, we eh, haven't really ... well, you know." Y/N nodded understandingly. "It happens. Life gets busy, and we get caught up in our routines. Doesn't mean you've lost your touch, though."

Jensen smiled, appreciating her understanding. "Thanks. I guess it's just one of those things you have to laugh off and move on from." Her thumb caressed his arm, “Or you two need to find something to spice it up?”

“Yeah, maybe.” Y/N saw how much he needed a distraction, probably glad he was out tonight.

As the night progressed and they shared more drinks, Jensen found himself loosening up, the warmth of the alcohol and Y/N's company easing the tension that had been weighing on him.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, moving from lighthearted banter to deeper topics. With each passing moment, Jensen found himself drawn to Y/N's presence.

Her laughter like music to his ears, and as she laughed and talked, she often touched his arm or shoulder sending a pleasant shiver down his spine. He couldn't deny the growing attraction he felt with each gentle caress of her hand on him.

“So J, how’s tonight working out for you?” Y/N asked, tilting their head and raising an eyebrow. Jensen took a slow sip of his drink, thinking before answering.

Jensen found himself leaning closer to Y/N, their faces inches apart. He could feel the heat of her breath mingling with his own, their eyes locked, an exchange that spoke volumes.

“So far, I’d say it’s going pretty well. Yours?”

Y/N felt a flutter of excitement at his words and the intensity of his gaze. “Not bad,” she admitted. “Better than expected, actually.”

Jensen’s smile softened, becoming more genuine. “I’m glad to hear that. You know, there’s something about you, Y/N. You’re… different. In a good way.”

Y/N felt a blush rise to her cheeks, and she looked down at her drink, suddenly feeling shy. Jensen chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair. "Sorry, I guess I'm just... enjoying the moment, and the eh, your attention."

“Any time.” she lifted her drink.

Jensen’s expression grew more serious, though the twinkle in his eyes remained. "Did I ever tell you your acting skills are incredible. A natural talent that just draws people in. It's like you become the character completely, and it's mesmerizing to watch."

The blush deepened the colour on Y/N's cheeks, she glanced down, feeling a mixture of pride and shyness. "Thank you, Jensen. That means a lot, especially coming from someone as talented as you."

Jensen reached out and gently lifted Y/N’s chin with his fingers, making her meet his gaze again. "I mean it. You’re amazing. And not just on screen," he added, his voice dropping to a softer, more intimate tone. "You're also incredibly beautiful."

Y/N’s breath hitched at his words, the sincerity in his eyes making her heart race. “Says mister charming and... not too bad on the eyes either."

Jensen chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners in that way that made him even more irresistible. "Is that so? Well, I’ll take that as a compliment." Y/N leaned in closer, her fingers brushing against his hand. "It was meant as one. And for what it’s worth, you’re an amazing kisser, there is no way you’re ‘out of touch’."

Jensen’s smile turned into a playful smirk. "Oh, really? Well, ...” He leaned in, his finger moves a piece of hair behind her ear. “I have to admit that I'm the lucky one, who gets to have all these kissing scenes with someone as sexy as you.”

"You’re something else, Y/N," Jensen murmured, his forehead resting against hers. "I’m really glad you dragged me up here tonight."

In that moment, all his insecurities and sense of what’s wrong and right melted away, replaced by desire. Jensen closed the gap between them, his lips brushing against Y/N's in a tender kiss.

Jensen felt a rush of emotions, his heart pounding in his chest. The softness of Y/N's lips, the way she responded to his kiss, sent shivers down his spine. He felt a deep sense of connection and longing, something he hadn't felt in a long time.

Y/N felt her entire body tingle, a delicious warmth spreading from her lips down to her toes. The kiss was intoxicating, a perfect blend of sweetness and passion. She felt Jensen's hand gently cup her cheek, his touch both tender and possessive, making her feel cherished and desired.

Her hands finding their way to Jensen's shoulders, gripping him gently as if to anchor herself to this incredible moment. The taste of his lips, the feel of his breath mingling with hers, created a symphony of sensations that made her head spin.

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting together as they tried to catch their breath. Jensen's eyes were soft and filled with a mixture of wonder and affection, his thumb gently caressing Y/N's lip.

"Wow," Jensen whispered, his voice husky with emotion. "That was... incredible." Y/N nodded, her own voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah... it was."

Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other eyes, the rest of the world fading away into the background. It was a moment of pure bliss, a fleeting escape from the pressures of their daily lives.

*Click*

While they were lost in each other's eyes they didn’t notice the people around them. A figure in the crowed hastily tucking his phone away, he realised he had just made a picture worth quiet some money to the right tabloids.

To be continued?

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We all know our beloved Jensen would never do this... But I couldn't help to think... what about flirty Nesnej? (A girl can dream, right?)

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five-rivers · 2 days

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The next part of my pollfic! You guys got me with a tie last time. I tried my best!

Previous.

(Edited to actually put the poll in, sorry about that.)

For a moment, Danny was paralyzed by indecision. Who should he go to? Who should he help? But then he remembered that this wasn’t a combat situation. He could help both, one at a time.

There were, perhaps, some negative side effects from spending his formative years as a ghost as a superhero and satisfying his Obsession through combat. It was very unfortunate. Useful in combat! Less so at other times.

But he should ask the large man first, or else by the time he finished translating for the attendant he might be done. He inched closer, hovering so he could actually see what the man had spread out on his table.

His heart sank when he saw clay tablets and papyrus scrolls covered with the tiny, black squiggles of Coptic.

Danny knew a fair amount of Akkadian cuneiform. While Pandora tended to focus on the immediately and practically applicable when it came to language lessons, Clockwork had a more chronological method. As in, he seemed intent on teaching Danny languages in the order of when they were first written down, except for when a certain language was necessary for one of the time field trips he sometimes sent Danny on.

(He had not, perhaps, revealed the extent of those trips to his parents. A story for another time.)

Coptic was, sadly, not among those.

Still. He was a bit more concerned about the expressions of abject suffering the man was making.

“Um, excuse me? Sir? Are you alright?” asked Danny. He bobbed in the air, near the man’s shoulder. “Do you need help?”

The man looked up in clear surprise, eyes flicking over Danny from head to toe. Not that there was a whole lot of Danny to look over right now. “Ah,” he said, “I am afraid I have reached beyond my grasp, but unless you have the Coptic and the language of Blessed Sargon both, it is not to be.”

“I know some Akkadian. I could translate it into English and then you can put it into Coptic?” suggested Danny.

“Alas, I am going the other way,” said the man, pulling slightly on his curly beard. “The Coptic, into mine own language, yes?”

“Oh,” said Danny, deflating further. “Okay. Sorry. You just looked, um…”

“Wait,” said Dad. “He’s from ancient Sumeria? Ask him what that was like! He’s got to know so much stuff!”

Danny was not going to ask him that. That would be rude, considering how hard he was working, and edged just a little too close to asking a stranger about their death for Danny’s peace of mind.

“That is very dear of you, to come see,” said the large man. “Perhaps after this, our paths cross again, hm?”

“Maybe,” said Danny. “Sorry for interrupting you.”

The man waved him off, already refocusing on his tablets. Danny gathered up his things and hurried to the attendant’s desk only to discover that she had been watching him. But for how long?

“Hi!” he said, a little nervous from the pressing need of his Obsession. “I finished this translation, and I was wondering if I could help you out with the others you mentioned? Or other Elysian ones?”

The attendant stared at him for a long moment, and Danny got the distinct and vaguely embarrassing sense that his Obsession had been correctly clocked.

Then her face scrunched up into the expression people made when they had seen something indescribably cute. Ugh.

“Oh my goodness,” she said, “that’s so lovely and sweet of you to offer! Like I said, we have a pretty big backlog, so any help you can give us there is greatly appreciated. But… if you don’t mind doing something that isn’t strictly translation, there’s something else you can help us with that needs Elysian Greek. Among other things.”“Er, Danno,” said Dad, “why are we doing this? I thought you just wanted to give us a look around the library?”

#danny phantom #dannymay #dannymay 2024 #dannymay day 15: field trip #kingdom of fish #choose your own adventure #pollfic #poll fic

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strangesthirdeye · 1 day

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ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏ ( ᴄʀᴏᴡʟᴇʏ x ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ғᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

Summary: when he can't let go of you

Warning: IT'S CROWLEY! OF COURSE WE LOVE HIM, human reader, heavy Angst, sad, bomb, taking a place where 1941, Crowley rescues Aziraphale from being shot by Nazi spies, death reader but alive reader, broken, sad, hurt, denial, anger, bargaining, depression, dark themes? Major injuries, explosion, blood

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

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You always find it charming when Crowley being all shy and awkward around you who is a human who doesn't have any privileges like he is a Demon. He has a miracle which you find quite fascinating while you are just a human working in a cafe near the Church. The first time he told you that he was a Demon, you were silent for a moment. Not knowing how to react but then you said it was a joke and told him that he is an angel in your eyes which he kind of cringed at Angel's sentence.

But then, when he showed you his snake eyes, forking tongue and his ability to perform miracles, you seemed impressed and stunned. Never have you seen that humans can have all these kinds of unusual things let alone make a miracle. But then later, you believe in him that he is a Demon. Although you were a bit hesitant at first because you know that Demons can do all kinds of mischievous things, but seeing that Crowley is not 'that' type (but it is a little) you are finally relieved from the kind of unwanted feeling of caution.

And this made Crowley fall in love with you because never as long as he was on earth did people treat him as well and respectfully as you. And this is leading him to help you with your cafe. The first time he was at your cafe was because he needed a strong shot of bitter coffee which later made him addicted to coming to your cafe until he became a regular customer of your cafe which lead to you getting to know him and so on.

You always greeted him with a smile and eyes twinkling with stars, making his demonic heart beat faster whenever he catches a sight of you. And this also led him to confess his feelings to you which you returned with the same feelings. Not because he is your regular customer or he always helps you, it's because you see the opposite of him that only you can see. Although he is a demon and demons should do bad things but Crowley, he is not that one.

Although Crowley always denied that he was not nice or that he hated the word 'Nice' he sure acted like one which made you stifled your laugh when you remembered that.

Fast forward to 1941, where world war started. Nazi spies everywhere regardless of time and place make you feel threatened and unsafe as your Cafe is close to the Church and well Cafe is a place where everyone hangs out other than a bar. So of course there will be Nazi spies hangout in your Cafe even if you don't know if it is Nazi or not. It's just that they are good at disguise.

You always do your work as usual although you are a little aware of the current situation which makes you a little uncomfortable with all that. You don't see your lover for a few days because currently he has something in another place stating that he needs to tempt someone in another place which left you confused and a little jealous because well it's a temptation what else do you not understand? But knowing Crowley, he's not the type who likes to cheat behind his lover's back.

He's a Demon, of course he can do anything but when it comes to you, he has a limit. Crowley himself did not believe in himself to become attached to human. Never in his life would he fall in love with a normal human being. And he still thinks about that. Most people will be afraid when he tells you that he is a Demon but you. You admire him and love him. Of course Aziraphale sees that Crowley is different from what other beings expect but you. You are just you. A human who always admires someone sincerely, sees himself as a different person that only you can see.

And this just made Crowley grab your face and crash his lips on you desperately. Pouring all his love and everything to you without a care in the world or Hell. And this also makes Crowley smile at himself like a teenager whose love is reciprocated while he is hiding behind the wall in the Church where Aziraphale is exchanging his books that he himself does not want to exchange with Nazi spies that he himself knows and does not know that there are other Nazi spies that he hired as his savior. And his reasons for being in that church? To steal holy water in abundance.

His skin feels hot when his skin is close to the church wall while his two legs fight for their lives to ease the hotness on the church floor.

'dammit, Aziraphale.' He cursed in his heart. He just wants to steal the holy water and go from there and be with you. Simple but well Aziraphale is the one who makes his simple plan difficult. It's not Aziraphale's fault that he needs a meeting at the Church, blame those Nazi spies.

But that didn't last long as Aziraphale, in full panic and helpless surrounded by Nazi spies which led to Crowley to tap dancing into the Church and save Aziraphale.

"In about a minute, a German bomber will release a bomb that will land right here. If you all run away very, very fast, you might not die. You won't enjoy dying, definitely not what comes after." Crowley smirked as he leaned his arm against the bench.

"You expect us to believe that? The bombs tonight will fall on the East End." Glozier said arrogantly.

"Yes. It would take a last minute demonic intervention to throw them off-course, yes. You're all wasting your valuable running-away time. And if, in 30 seconds, the bomb does land here, it would take a real miracle for my friend and I to survive it." he exchanged glances with Aziraphale who caught what he meant.

"A real miracle?" Aziraphale said.

"Kill them. They are very irritating." Harmony ordered.

But then suddenly, Crowley snapped his fingers and pointed his fingers at the ceiling of the Church. The sound of whistle was heard above the sky and echoed in the church making everyone except the two celestial beings confused and open mouthed. Aziraphale looked at the ceiling of the church nervously. Next thing he knows, they both miraculously survived the bomb blast.

The whole place near the church was destroyed and burned. Civilians who did not have time to save themselves were killed in the explosion. In fact everything is chaos and nothing survives but the two celestial beings.

Air raid sirens sound loud and people screaming in the background.

Crowley wiped his black tinted glasses with his handkerchief before putting them back on.

'Fuck, the holy water is gone' Crowley scoffed.

"That was very kind of you" Aziraphale muttered.

Crowley glared at him. "shut up"

"Well, it was. No paperwork, for a start... oh, the books! Oh, I forgot all the books! Oh, they'll all be blown to-"

Crowley grunted as he snatched the suitcase from one of the dead men's hands. It's perfectly intact, like the books inside it. He hands it to Aziraphale sloppily.

"Little demonic miracle of my own. Lift home?" Crowley offered but then he stopped as he realized something.

Aziraphale looked at him confused.

The church, bomb, you, cafe. Crowley quickly rushes towards your once to be cafe which is now only rumble and debris. He knows you are still working at the cafe now because your cafe hasn't closed yet but how come he forgot that your cafe is close to the church.

The explosion was too big to blow up anything close to it and your Cafe was one of the affected. Crowley is not a person who prays but in this situation he prays that you are safe and not at the Cafe even he knows that you are at the Cafe at this time. His eyes widened as he reached the site of your Cafe which no longer looks like a cafe. A raging fire burned everything, stones and debris around the place. Dead bodies everywhere and under rumbles. Everything is destroyed.

Aziraphale gasped for breath behind Crowley after chasing him to get here. He looked around and his face held a horror expression when he saw the gruesome scenes in front of him. He looked at Crowley who was stiff in front of the Cafe.

"Crowley-"

"Y/N!!" Crowley shouted as he ran towards your destroyed Cafe.

His hands lifted and dug the rumble that gathered there with desperation. Even though his fingers are sore and cut with sharp stones, his hands are still working to find you. Aziraphale looked at him with concern.

"Crowley, what happened-"

"Help me, Angel!" Crowley shouted, the hint of sadness in his tone made Aziraphale automatically step forward and help him.

Aziraphale was a little stunned after hearing that Crowley begged him to help him. He never saw this side of Crowley, helpless and desperate. He doesn't know who Crowley is talking about but seeing him this helpless and broken, he helps him with determination.

As Crowley's injured hands dug and lifted the large stone with the help of Aziraphale, he stiffened when he saw a hand with a ring on a pale and dusty finger under the large stone. The same ring he gave you to show how much he loves you.

Crowley recognized your pale hand before he kneeled and started to lift and dig the rest of the rumble that covered your body quickly. Aziraphale was dumbfounded seeing the scenes before he too helped Crowley to remove your figure from all the rumble and debris.

Crowley's cheeks were wet with tears while his lips never stopped calling your name desperately as he got you out of there. Your eyes are closed tightly, face covered with wounds and debris, blood is flowing from your head and body and your skins pale with how much blood you lost. Not counting how many bones you break in your body.

Your body temperature becomes cold as if you live in a cold place. Warm skins and smiles that you have disappeared. Crowley hugged your sickly pale and broken body against his body tightly. Your head on his chest as he stared in front of him with wide eyes behind his tinted black glasses. Tears fell down his cheeks.

Aziraphale fell to his knees by his side while his eyes focusing on your limp body. "Crowley" Aziraphale tried to call him but he was met with silence.

Crowley still couldn't believe this was happening. The day he dreads when it comes to you. His still too shocked and did not utter any words. His smart suit is ruined with dust and blood. Your blood. Your blood is still flowing out of your body and yet your body temperature drops as if your spirit left this world quickly. Without saying goodbye.

Crowley angling your head upwards to his face while his face looked down to see your peaceful face. His face holds a feeling of desperation and sadness when he sees your face. Thumb stroke your cheek gently.

"no.. no" Crowley whispered before he closed his eyes and kissed the top of your head with anguish sounds heard from his throat indicating that he held himself from screaming.

He sniffles and takes a deep breath before taking off his glasses. His eyes glossy with tears. Aziraphale intended to put his hand on Crowley's shoulder, but he was unable to do so when he witnessed it.

Crowley kept your head closed to his chest tightly without letting go. He's not ready to let you go and he's not ready to watch you leave him. He was helpless and in denial. He cannot accept that you have gone and left him. It's all his fault. If he knows that the bomb will land in the church, of course he will take you away from your cafe. But he knew that the bomb landed in the church and yet he didn't take you away from your cafe.

This is all his fault. He did all this. He is the cause of your death. Crowley digested all the bad thoughts on himself helplessly.

He will not be able to hear your sweet voice talking to him, your laughed, your touched and your eyes that always twinkle with stars whenever he is with you. If only he could turn back time and take you away from this place just to see you live happily would be enough for him.

And then, he froze at the sudden thoughts to give you life. If he can bring your spirit where your spirit is back into your body does that mean you will live again? Crowley snapped his head to see your peaceful and lifeless face. If he uses his miracle and finds your spirit and then brings it back into your body, will Hell and Heaven know? Obviously depending on how big a miracle he did to bring you back to life.

He clenched his jaw tightly. He didn't give a fuck about all those things as long as he brings you back. You have a lot more time in this world. He will make you an eternal no matter what, as long as he and you can be together. He always loves you no matter what happens to you if he brings you back to life.

Crowley then moved his hands to cup your head to his chest before he closed his eyes and put his head on top of your head. He searched for your soul using his miracle in a big way making his energy decrease but he doesn't care as long as he can give you life. And when he found it, he snapped and brought you back.

Aziraphale who was still kneeling next to him without caring about his dirty clothes with dust, sensing a huge use of miracle from Crowley. He panicked and glanced at Crowley.

No, this cannot be done. Bringing back human souls that have been taken to the living is forbidden. Hell and Heaven will know this. It is a terrible curse. Not only does it make the human live forever but they don't know if the spirit they bring back is the same spirit they bring back. It could be another spirit that was brought back. It could be a sinister spirit.

If Hell or Heaven knew this, they would be discoporated forever. Crowley risked his life for this human. Who is she to him that makes Crowley willing to risk his life to save her?

"Crowley.. Crowley, no, Crowley! " Aziraphale tried to stop Crowley by trying to release both of Crowley's hands from holding you but Crowley didn't move instead he tightened his hold on you.

"Crowley!"

A gasped began to be heard in Crowley's arms as Crowley nuzzled his head on your shoulder with relief. His weakened body hugged you tightly as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

"breathe, darling.. that's it, breath. Take as many breaths as you need" Crowley whispered in your ear as you panted to get oxygen back into your system.

Your eyes widen looking at the night sky, mouth agape to get oxygen like a fish being taken out of water before you grunted in pain. Crowley shushed you and stroked your head in a comforting way. Trying to ease the pain.

Aziraphale was dumbfounded when he saw the scenes in front of him. Not only Crowley managed to bring you back to life but with how many problems Crowley will face.

"You're okay, you're fine.. You're back, breath.. " Crowley whispered into your ear.

'what have you done, Crowley?' Aziraphale thought with horror struck on his face.

#david tennant #good omens #good omens x reader #good omens 2 #crowley x reader #crowley #crowley good omens x reader #crowley good omens #david tennant x reader #aziraphale #good omens fanfiction #Spotify

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bloodyhoon · 18 hours

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hello~ just read your seungmin smut and i LOVED it 🤭

could i request lovey dovey sex with seungmin with a body insecure plus-size reader? 👀

hi love, thank you so much and I'm really sorry it took me so long to answer this but I hope you like it and it makes up for the waiting time 🫶🏻✨️

pairing: boyfriend! kim seungmin x plus-size! reader.

warnings: self-esteem issues, fat shaming, body image issues, unprotected sex and more. english is not my first language so there may be grammal or spelling errors.

words: 1.3K

your body was on fire as seungmin moved his lips in sync with yours and his hands caressed your body firmly, no doubt pulling you closer to him as the kiss deepened and things got hotter. when his hands moved up the hem of your dress, your mind began to spin as memories of your old partners came to mind. you remembered the times when you went out with your friends who had skinny, model-like bodies, and a guy tried to pick you up just to boast morbidly to his friends that he had managed to take the chubby girl to bed or also find out that they had hit on you because a bet. you also remembered when your ex-boyfriends got carried away by comments from other people who questioned why they were with you and this caused them to leave you and break your heart. all your memories with men were painful and traumatic, and that had completely destroyed your self-esteem to a level that you often couldn't tolerate your own body.

"love?" seungmin's honey-soft voice brought you out of your thoughts. "what is wrong?" his eyes scanned your entire face and he noticed the anguish in your eyes. his eyes dropped to your hands twisting nervously in front of your body.

"i'm sorry, i can't," you were embarrassed to look him in the eyes. "i can't stand it."

"what can't you stand?" he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, clearing your face so he could see it well and try to know what you were thinking.

"i can't stand you seeing my naked body" it took you a lot to say those words without your voice breaking and tears starting to come out. you didn't want to embarrass yourself more than you already were, or make unnecessary drama, because that's what you thought, that everything about you was unnecessary drama and you constantly invalidated your own feelings.

"what are you talking about? you have an incredible body and i love seeing it and touching it" the pressure in your chest and the lump in your throat made you fight with yourself not to cry in his arms while he held you with so much affection.

you felt so horrible, so unattractive and you couldn't understand how seungmin had chosen you out of so many people. your lack of confidence was so great that you constantly asked your boyfriend how he had chosen you, why he liked you and why he stayed by your side. your ex-boyfriends always ignored you when you started with your insecurities and constant questions, but seungmin had never done that and he always told you over and over again everything he liked about you and explained in detail why he had fallen madly in love with you.

"let me show you how much i like you, how much i love you and how much you turn me on" those last words caught you a little off guard and with flushed cheeks and a racing heart you giggled. after leaving a small kiss on your lips, he left a path of kisses that went from your shoulder to your hand, which he held so delicately. he was determined to make you feel loved, desired and little by little help you break the barriers you created and make you feel good about yourself and know how valuable you were in all aspects of yourself. he lifted your body effortlessly, forcing you to hold on to him and wrap your legs around his hips and as if you were light as a feather, he carried you to the bed and left you on his lap. "do you want to continue with this?" he asked you, his arms were wrapped around your waist and his hands were caressing your back, helping you stay calm.

"yes, seungmin, i want it" you agreed because you knew that seungmin would never make you feel bad or make you uncomfortable, you knew how much he liked you because he had always made it a point to let you know.

he nodded after your words, and quickly turned in place, making you fall back against the bed and leaning over you, his hand lifting the skirt of your dress, caressing the prickly skin of your thighs. He looked at you with desire and love and you could notice it, you knew him and his eyes did not lie to you. your beautiful, warm body under his touch ignited something inside him and he wanted to show it to you. "do you want to keep this?" he asked you as he continued to lift up your dress. you nodded, you were safe with him and his touch but you weren't ready to take off your entire clothes yet and he wouldn't pressure you so he just nodded, leaving the dress at your waist, revealing your small black underwear that drove him crazy.

his body leaned down and lovingly kissed your thighs, causing you to shiver that was accompanied by a moan. he went up again to kiss you and his hands lowered your underwear down your legs, removing them and after removing the bottom part of his clothes, he positioned himself between your legs, holding your thighs. his hand wandered between your thighs, his eyes bright and expectant of your reaction and your permission to give you pleasure.

"touch me" your body writhed under his and you just wanted to feel him in you quickly, before your mind played against you and you pushed him away from you. his fingers barely brushed your core and you closed your eyes tightly at the slight heat wave running through your body.

“i want every part of you like you have no idea” his fingers sank into your wetness and you moaned in pleasure as your hands gripped his body. "god i swear you were made for me" he kissed all over your face, neck and chest while his fingers worked on you, bringing you to the edge.

“seungmin-” your arms traveled up his back, pulling him into you as his face buried into your neck.

"I like you so much and you are so wonderful that I don't have enough words to express it to you" when he felt your body begin to tense up, he moved his hand away from your body and without giving you time to process, he grabbed his cock and entered you, holding onto your thighs, pressing you closer to him, both of you desperate to be just one. his hands pressed your knees, pushing your legs up, managing to be deeply and slowly inside you, causing both of you to moan loudly. "If you saw yourself with my eyes you would understand perfectly how damn beautiful and hot you are" his pace was slow and relaxed, hoping that you felt it with every fiber of your body, that you felt how his body reacted to yours, completely lost in you. but without warning and without being able to control himself, he begins to push his pelvis against you with a little more force while his hands pressed against your legs. your head was spinning and you moaned his name as he reached parts of you that no one had ever tried before. as he thrust into you he felt on cloud nine, he was completely in love with you and desperate for you to realize how much he really cared about you. "please stop being so hard on yourself darling, otherwise iI'll have to change your mind in this way more often." his words came out between sighs, his lips reaching yours, swallowing your moans. you sobbed against him while your body shook before the orgasm hitting you with force and you could feel him cumming in you, moaning in your ear incoherencies related to how much he liked you and how good he felt with you. his body relaxed against yours and his arms released your legs to take you by the waist and lift you up, even inside you, he fell on the bed and you hugged his body, letting your breathing relax. his hands caressed your entire body and your hair while your face was pressed against your chest. "i love you so much that it hurts me that you can't love yourself the same way I do, but i will make sure that you always feel loved like never before" those words were enough, didn't suddenly raise your self-esteem or make your low confidence disappear, but made you feel loved with sincerity and without doubting your boyfriend who held you in his arms.

#bloodyhoon asks #stray kids #stray kids scenarios #stray kids smut #stray kids fluff #kim seungmin #seungmin drabbles #seungmin imagines #seungmin scenarios #seungmin smut #seungmin fluff

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safficranger · 1 day

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Contraband

Pairing: Alexandra Cabot / Casey Novak

A/N: a little ficlet for the prompt “Summer Treats” of @storiesofsvu `s birthday bingo. This is my first time participating in a bingo. I hope I got it right. English is not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes. A shoutout to my dear (offline) friend who proofread to help minimize errors. Thank you @saurgaeee for moral support!

It was Friday afternoon, and the first warm day of summer in New York City. The sun beamed from a cloudless sky, flooding the streets with dazzling light. Everyone in the city seemed to agree: it was time to kickstart the weekend early. They poured into the parks in droves, eager to soak up the sun and unwind with loved ones. The entire city had suddenly come alive, and there was a sense of excitement buzzing in the air. For a moment, the usual worries melted away as people embraced the simple joy of welcoming the warm season together.

Sadly not everybody had the freedom to go out and enjoy the weather. With the latest case wrapped up and a win under her belt, Alex found herself buried in paperwork at the office. She had toyed with the idea of just packing up and finishing her work from home, but the promise of a work-free weekend with Casey kept her pushing through. The tension of the past few days had left her feeling drained, her muscles practically screaming with exhaustion.

She was desperate for a brief escape, a chance to recharge and let go of the pressures that had been weighing her down. While reading documents and filling out forms, Alex couldn't stop thinking about taking a leisurely walk through the park with Casey, talking about nothing in particular, enjoying the warmth of the summer together. It felt like ages since they'd really caught up.

Whenever work got this hectic, Alex usually just holed up in her apartment, trying to stay on task and avoid distractions. But no matter how many texts and quick calls they exchanged, Alex missed her girlfriend like crazy.

A gentle knock on the door snapped Alex out of her thoughts. The door eased open, revealing Casey, who slipped inside with a mischievous grin before quietly shutting it behind her.

"Casey!" Alex's face lit up with joy. "I know it sounds cliché, but I was just thinking about you."

"Shh,” Casey playfully hushed her, placing a finger against her lips. “Everybody thinks I headed home for the weekend. They might find some urgent files for me to review if they see me back here."

Alex looked up at Casey curiously. "And what's the real reason you came back?"

Casey strolled over, planting a quick kiss on Alex's cheek before perching herself on the edge of the desk. With the mischievous smile playing on Casey's lips, Alex knew there was more to her surprise visit.

"I heard the good news," Casey said happily.

“I won,” Alex replied, unable to contain her proud smile.

"Thought we'd celebrate," Casey grinned back. "Plus, I didn't feel like going to the park without you. Figured since you can't leave, I'd just bring a little bit of summer to you.”

Alex raised an eyebrow suspiciously "And what exactly did you have in mind?"

Casey hopped off the desk, shooting a quick glance at the door before rummaging through her bag. "I've got a little something special," she whispered.

Curiously, Alex leaned in to see what Casey had brought. She chuckled when she discovered the contraband. "Ice cream smuggling, huh?"

"Shh... Liz will kill me if she finds out. You know how she is with her 'no sticky food' rule."

As Casey opened the container and passed Alex a spoon, they both burst into giggles like a pair of mischievous teenagers.

"Here's to you, love. I'm so proud of you!" Casey cheered, her eyes sparkling with affection. They both dug into the creamy treat, savoring each spoonful.

"I can't even remember the last time I had ice cream! Didn't realize how much I missed it," Alex confessed, a wide grin spreading across her face.

Suddenly, a knock at the door shattered the moment. Casey's eyes widened in panic. With the spoon still in her mouth, she swiftly grabbed the container, snatched the spoon from Alex's hand, and dove for cover behind the desk.

Luckily, it was just Alex's assistant dropping off some remaining case files. Alex quickly dismissed him with a wave, barely containing her laughter until he left and closed the door behind him. Breathing a sigh of relief, Alex's eyes met Casey's, who was crouched beside her desk on the floor, holding the ice cream container on her lap and looking up at Alex with wide eyes.

"That was a close one," Casey whispered, a giggle escaping her.

"I feel like we're back in high school," Alex replied, chuckling along. Sliding gracefully (after all, she was still Alex Cabot, with a reputation to uphold) off her chair, she settled next to Casey and surprised her with a warm hug, pulling her close for a loving kiss on the cheek.

"I love you, you know that?" Alex said softly.

"I've heard rumors," Casey teased.

"Well, consider them confirmed," Alex replied with a grin.

"I love you too!" Casey smiled.

"Alright, let's dig in and celebrate. Or are you planning on hogging all the ice cream to yourself?"

As they devoured the ice cream, their conversation flowed easily, accompanied by laughter, all while making sure to keep their voices down to avoid any unwanted attention. To an outsider, it might have seemed a bit odd – two grown women sitting on the floor, hidden behind a desk, giggling over a little summer treat. But for Alex, there was nowhere else she'd rather be. These moments with Casey reminded her of just how much she cherished her girlfriend's quirks and rebellious spirit. She couldn't think of a better way to start the summer.

#kbdaybingo2024 #alex cabot #alexandra cabot #casey novak #calex #summer treat #svu #law and order svu #it's all in my head

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queerastronautbr · 7 months

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Trick or Treat?

Nancy used to watch Alice in Wonderland all the time, so Karen made an Alice costume, but actually Nancy would watch it because she loved the white rabbit. It's okay though, another year she went like a rabbit.

Karen also made a Robin Hood hat for Robin. She loved it so much that she used it the other year as Peter Pan and the next as Green Arrow.

#ronancetober #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #my art #Robin as Robin Hood #Nancy as Alice in Wonderland #In my head Nancy loved rabbits as a child #She had a stuffed rabbit and a photo dressed as a rabbit. It's enough evidence for me #just remembering english is not my first language

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dkettchen · 8 days

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she would've told them unlike her canon! version who decided not to be an ally smh

#one piece #trans!sanji #sanji #kiku #yamato #ワンピース #I'm practicing my japanese shhhhhh #（日本語のペラペラ人：俺は文法とか書く方とか間違ったら教えてください😅ありがとうございます）#translation:#Yamato: I'll be able to get as strong as Oden?#Sanji: Probably... 🤔#[meanwhile Kiku is remembering the time in the hot spring]#(Sanji: Nami-chan!!!)#(Nami: Shut up!! The women's bath is supposed to be a peaceful place!)#Kiku: I am also ⚧️ ... o.o #(y'all english speakers had me all to yourselves for a decade it's about time I start to also sometimes make stuff in my next language lol #notably for media *from* that language #same as it made sense to make fan content in english for [american superhero franchise we don't talk abt anymore] back in the day #(happy seasonal reminder that Ren Is Not A Native English Speaker and This Is My 5th Language hi 😅))#while looking up reference for this I learnt that the straps to tie back the kimono sleeves are called tasuki #also I decided yamato get big muscles cause he got them kaido genes in im (I also gave him his dad's young-man-facial hair)#the more I do transition projections for one piece characters while tryna adhere to the style the more I learn that sometimes stylisation #uses bones less as literal determinants for where things go and just kinda exaggerates shapes based on vibes alone instead #meaning trans characters' bones wouldn't literally stay looking the same in that stylisation in the way they do irl #they'd get exaggerated differently based on what the surrounding stuff is doing #I still think oda's transition demonstration when we first met iva was unreasonable even with that in mind tho

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onsomenewsht · 4 months

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All these people think love’s for show / but I would die for you in secret

About when she’s got a smile and you got impatient

》 Leah Williamson × Reader 》 words count: 1.7 k 》 soft launch [verb, specialized]: to make a product, service, or business available or open for the first time, but only to a limited number of people at first

Being in a private relationship when you’re a public figure is even funnier than it sounds. And it sounds pretty funny as it is.

“You’re overthinking it”, Leah says, even if she knows better than to tease who’s literally feeding her.

You don’t bite back but keeping the plate slightly out of reach is a clear enough answer.

She smiles.

Oh, the way she lights up your day when she smiles at you.

You and Leah aren’t much for sharing your lifes on social media.

She’s been pretty much traumatized by the immense and not-really-that-unexpected attention after leading her national team to an historic tournament win. You’ve been scolded enough times by your agent to take your online enthusiasm down a notch.

So, your relationship flowered from two friendly teammates - who happened to share a room after a worth to be celebrated win - to an overly in love couple - who barely manage to store that many jackets in a four door closet.

You both understand the importance of some privacy to grow a love so beautiful yet so fragile, also not really caring about the outside world’ hot takes.

But one year of unplanned dates, dances around the kitchen waiting for delivery and shared stories in the middle of the night are a lot to keep just between the two of you.

Your teammates are way over your not-so-discreet looks during practice and your constant touch, the skipper never been one to shy away from a teasing kiss or wandering hands and you never back down an opportunity to make your friends regret every single life choose ‘til that very moment.

“We’re having a good time, aren’t we?”

“Yes, we are”, Leah raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow.

Oh, the way she lights up your mood when she challenges you.

“Such a cute moment to share with our loved ones, isnt?”

Leah looks around, the pasta dish shared in your kitchen island definitely counts as a cute moment for her. Sure, the fact you both are just in oversized t-shirts adding points to her case. Or yours, she’s not sure yet what point you’re trying to make.

“You want to share this?”, she gestures at the scene with a smirk, “We eating undercooked pasta in our underwear at unholy hour?”

“Yes, I want to share us having a wonderful time and perfectly cooked pasta”

Her blonde head tilts studying you, thinking it’s more about the fact you’re looking at her like she’s the reason why the sun rises every morning.

You’re feeding her, Leah’s own hands way too busy caressing her girlfriend’s outstretched legs to bother with food. And you can see her nipples through the overworn t-shirt of yours she’s on.

It's definitely about the nipples.

“What if I die tomorrow and no one knows I managed to win you over?”

“That's a way too dramatic turn, even for you”, but then she cracks up and you sure will die happy if this is how you meet your maker.

Oh, the way she lights up your home when she laughs at something you said just for the sake of making her happy.

“What? Life is unpredictable and McCabe is getting more aggressive with the age, I don’t know how much long I still have”

“And your main concern is the world knowing you won me over?”

"Of course not, my sunshine", you reach toward her, brushing your lips so close to hers she can already taste the wine you paired with the pasta. “My main concern is not being able to survive a tackle by Katie, even dead I have a reputation to keep and it’s your duty to defend my honor ‘til your own grave”

It is Leah who is closing the distance now, and even if you wanted to keep the jokes coming - still making sure she does make up a great story about your noble sacrifice if needed - Earth stops running around the sun when she kisses you.

You’re whipped and she’s honored, truly grateful for the opportunity to learn all your ways to show her and the people you care about how much love one can gift the world with.

“I love you”

“Why are you looking at me like that, Williamson?”

“I love you”

“Now you’re scaring me, are you the one dying?”

She knows you, she knows humor is your way to deal with comfortable and uncomfortable situations alike. She knows you’re always up for a good laugh, but she also knows you never say things just for the sake of a joke. Your words are always meaningful, your retorts always smart enough to look effortless.

“You wanna make some big announcement?”, Leah asks with a smile that’s held back by the seriousness behind the question.

“No, but I don’t want to hide us”

“We don’t hide”

“We don’t keep a secret, but sometimes we do hide”

It takes her a moment, but she gets what you’re saying. Your relationship is not hidden per se, not a secret and never denied.

But sometimes the two of you have to delay your greeting and wait for more private settings, or think twice before posting anything on your social media accounts. Sometimes she needs to withhold the instinct to rush to you and be the first to celebrate you for an incredible and game changing goal. Sometimes you need to hold back yourself, walking a step behind with your head down just to refrain from taking her hand in yours.

Usually, you two don’t even realize you're actively hiding the deep love no speculative-but-surprisingly-high-quality video edit can really capture. It happens regardless and it’s starting to make you feel dejected, Leah notices.

“Then we don’t”

You look up, stopping playing around with the now cold pasta. Your girlfriend’s hands are still on your legs, her soft touch never hesitant or refrained despite the tricky topic.

“What are you saying?”

“You know what I’m saying”

Your lover lights up again, the world lights up again.

She’s smiling a lot tonight, she thinks. She’s also perfectly aware of the permanent grin on her face whenever you’re around. She’s whipped too after all.

You wait for her to elaborate, so she does.

“I’m saying we do whatever we want whenever we want, and we share what we feel like sharing about our lives together”

“Whatever we want?”

Leah is pretty sure you have some very specific images in mind, you’re always taking photos of everything and everyone. Needless to say, your girlfriend is by far your favorite subject to capture.

Pictures of her sleeping with face masks on, or her frown while she’s playing board games and not necessarily winning, or when she’s trying outfit after outfit to make sure she’s dressed up for the occasion. Pictures of her taken during intimate moments, not necessarily suggestive but definitely meaningful given the nature of your relationship and the level of trust in each other.

She’s confident you have several photo albums of her in your phone.

You do.

That’s why when you reach for the long forgotten device, putting on a show of taking as many candids as you can, Leah happily plays along. Your shenanigans get a more creative direction, let's say, and some of the photos are taken just for the two of you to admire.

“We can soft launch”, she insists hours later, archives improved and clothes forgotten.

You’re lying on your back with her head placed comfortably on your thigh, sheet all over the bed. She can see your pensive gaze, despite you being at ease.

“Who educated you on such slang?”

“Beth but that’s not the point”

“It clearly is, she did the soft launch thing all wrong”

The hand you have between her blonde locks stops its ministration when Leah bursts out laughing like you just said the funniest thing possible.

“Let’s show them how it’s done!”

The next couple of days you both shared a bit more on your social media pages, nothing too revealing but enough to give your agent anxiety.

She posted a few photos on her stories, like a restaurant set up that’s most definitely a date and you from behind preparing tea in her kitchen in the middle of the night. Surprisingly you take a more subtle approach, posting teasing pictures but nothing really telling, even if Leah’s in most of them.

It lasts three days, by the end of which you’re even more pissed than before.

“I genuinely can’t believe it! You’re shoving her during practice and you two are basically married, but you post my hand on your thigh and I’m a really supportive friend”

The team’s admin posted some training shots in the morning and the vast majority of the comments are about the cute interaction between your girlfriend and Lia, the two always messing around a bit.

You’re mostly joking but the English capitan is aware that the constant rumors and the oversexualised comments she often receives upset you. Not sparked by jealousy, rather by the lack of respect towards her and her personal life.

“Relax, my love, they comment about us too”

She’s holding you from behind, her hands on your sides and her freshly washed hair leaving wet spots on your shirt. She lays her chin on your shoulder, trying not to giggle too much at some unhinged comments she can read under the posts you are scrolling.

“The way she looks at Leah: same”, you read out loud, faking annoyance. “Oh, that’s enough!”

You must have spotted something that snapped your sudden reaction.

Your lovely girlfriend stays unfazed in her position as you determinately search for a particular photo, type a caption, then stop to silently wait for her approval.

Leah barely nods, but you feel her smile and then her lips on your skin when you post it.

A picture of the two of you looking at each other with heart shaped eyes, dressed up to the nines since it was a snippet of a date on your summer vacation.

Her black attire was to die for and you sure died in some way. The blonde remembers in vivid details your care and attention, slipping it under her with such reverence later that same night.

She shivers, comments already popping in.

“You'd have tagged me”

“They know who you are”, your grin getting bigger by the seconds as you lock your phone and toss it away muted.

You turn around in her arms, and even if you know Leah’s most definitely sporting one of her best smiles, when you look at her it’s life changing.

Oh, the way she lights up your entire existence when her love for you it’s clear on her face.

You pick her up by her thighs, holding her as close as your bodies physically allow.

"Impatient", she teases.

“I’m gonna show you impatience”.

fine.

#leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #woso #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso fanfics #lw6 #here we go again #i dont even remember the last time a set and wrote just for the sake of writing #all typos and errors are mine look away #english clearly isnt my first language #be kind #its my first time here #my wo(rd)so

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