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zerosbubble · 3 months ago

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hii i absolutely love your rookie series!! would you be open to writing something with tim and his boot slowly moving in with each other?? they leave things around his house during their father-kid bonding sessions (although he definitely denies it to the others) and just slowly starts to stay over at his place more often than their own. it gets to the point where they just permanently move in for comfort sake, maybe after something traumatic happens??

sorry if this is too specific or long T^T. love the series!!! tysm for writing for us ♡

Let’s go home, kid.

Tim Bradford x Rookie!reader [PLATONIC] — Masterlist

A/N: Hi, sweetheart! Don’t apologise, I love when you guys are specific about what you guys would like to read! �� Especially because this idea is super cute! (P.S, this is a separate storyline from my series, Like father, Like rookie, but you guys can imagine that it is if that’s why you guys like!)

Summary: What started as casual hangouts turned into something unspoken. Your things ended up in his house, and he never asked you to take them back. Then, after that night, he didn’t take you to your apartment—he took you home. His home. Maybe it had been yours all along.

It started with a rainstorm.

A bad one.

The kind that turned the streets into slick, flooded hazards and made every shift feel like a fight against nature itself.

By the time you and Tim wrapped up your last call for the night, you were both drenched—cold, exhausted, and in no mood to deal with LA’s nightmare traffic.

Tim had fully intended to just drop you off at your place. But when you slumped in the passenger seat, shivering, eyes heavy with fatigue, he sighed and made a split-second decision.

“Alright, Kid,” he muttered, flicking the blinker on. “You’re coming to mine.”

You barely stirred, half-asleep against the window. “Huh?”

“You’re soaked, I’m not leaving you to get sick and have a snotty rookie in my shop tomorrow,” he said gruffly. “You’ll crash at mine for the night.”

You didn’t argue. Didn’t even question it. Didn’t even roll your eyes at the ‘snotty rookie’ comment. Just let out a quiet, “M’kay,” and dozed off to the soft platters of the rain against the windows again.

Tim tried not to think about how much trust that meant you had in him.

By the time he pulled into his driveway, you were awake again—barely. He tossed you a hoodie and a towel, pointed you toward the bathroom, and made sure you had something warm to eat before you inevitably crashed on the couch.

He hadn’t expected it to happen again.

But then the next time a shift ran late, it was “Might as well stay, kid. Saves you the drive and I’d rather not have you asking for gas money again like an overgrown 16 year old who just got their first car.”

Then it was “I already got takeout, no point in you getting your own.” Matched with a classic Tim remark—“I’m not surprised you didn’t listen to the lessons about saving money in high school.”

It wasn’t intentional.

At least, that’s what Tim told himself the first time he spotted something of yours in his apartment.

It was small—a phone charger, coiled neatly on his kitchen counter. He hadn’t thought much of it at first. Just a forgotten item from one of those late night shifts that had you too exhausted to go home, totally not one of your your so-called “father-kid bonding sessions” (which he definitely did not call or acknowledge them).

Then it was a sweatshirt draped over the back of his couch. A spare uniform shirt folded in the corner of his laundry room. A six-pack of your favorite energy drinks shoved into his fridge.

Tim frowned at that one.

He distinctly remembered watching you put it in the cart last time you’d gone grocery shopping—not together, obviously—but somehow, it had ended up in his apartment. He hadn’t even noticed you stashing it away.

Then, something else.

A toothbrush.

Tim stared at the new addition to his bathroom counter, arms crossed, mouth pulled into a tight line.

This was getting out of hand.

He’d meant to bring it up. Ask when exactly you’d decided his place was an extension of yours.

Somewhere along the way, the father-kid bonding sessions had stopped being something he tolerated and turned into something he… looked forward to.

Not that he’d ever admit that.

Not even to himself.

Maybe it was because, despite how much he grumbled about it at work, the house felt less empty with your things scattered around. Maybe it was because your presence had stopped feeling like an intrusion and more like something inevitable.

Then came the real kicker—the night you crashed without a reason.

No rainstorm, no late shift, no excuse. Just you, wandering into his house after work with a bag of takeout and a casual, “Hey, figured I’d stop by.”

Tim had stared at you for a good five seconds.

You blinked back, unbothered, before holding up the bag. “I got your usual.”

He sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. “You do realize you have your own place, right?”

You shrugged, toeing off your shoes. “Yeah, but your WiFi’s better.”

Tim rolled his eyes. “Unbelievable.”

But he still took the takeout from your hands, setting it on the counter. And when you flopped onto his couch like you’d done it a hundred times before, flipping through his TV channels, he didn’t argue.

As much as Tim would’ve liked to keep it under wraps that you and him have somehow slipped into the routine of you being at his—Mid-Wilshire wasn’t as gullible as he’d like.

The teasing started slow.

At first, it was just Lopez giving Tim a pointed look when you and him walked into roll call together, both holding coffee cups that looked suspiciously like they came from the same place.

Then Nyla got in on it. “So,” she mused one morning, eyes flicking between the two of you, “you two just happened to arrive at the exact same time? Again?”

Tim didn’t even look up from his clipboard. “Traffic.”

Jackson, always the instigator that knew just how to add the right amount of fuel to the fire, smirked. “Yeah, traffic. Right, Boot?”

You just took a sip of your coffee, completely unfazed. “If I say yes, do I still get a good eval this month?”

Tim shot you a flat look.

Lucy was the one who finally pushed him over the edge. “You know,” she started, an innocent lilt in her voice, “it’s funny. I lived with you for a while, and I still got called ‘Boot.’ But them?” She nodded toward you. “Kid.”

The room hummed with interest.

Tim set his clipboard down with a sigh. “We’ve been over this before. They act like a kid, they get called one.”

Lucy snorted. “Sure, Dad.”

Tim’s jaw twitched like he wanted to just quit right then and there, God forbid. “I’m not their dad.”

Lopez grinned. “Oh? Then why do you two carpool?”

“Because I—” Tim clenched his jaw. “We don’t carpool.”

Jackson laughed. “Oh, yeah? Then why’d I see you waiting outside your truck for them the other morning?”

“I wasn’t waiting for them.”

Lucy crossed her arms. “Mhm. And why’d I hear them say, ‘I left my charger at home’ the other day, and then magically a charger appeared at their desk five minutes later?”

“Coincidence.”

Lopez tapped her chin. “And why did I hear them say they didn’t have food at home last week, and then, the next morning, hear them say, ‘Tim, your fridge is looking kinda empty’?”

Tim scowled. “We don’t live together.”

The whole room went quiet.

Then Grey’s voice cut through the silence. “Yet.”

Tim’s head snapped toward him. “Sir.”

Grey just raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

You, meanwhile, were quietly enjoying your coffee like this had nothing to do with you.

And then, a few weeks later, the teasing stopped.

Not because it became routine to those back at Mid-Wilshire for you and Tim to live together.

Not because Tim snapped and told them to shut up about it. Not that they’d ever listen to him anyways.

Because something happened.

Something bad.

And suddenly, it wasn’t just you leaving things behind.

It wasn’t just staying over for convenience.

It was necessity.

Because after what happened, you couldn’t go back.

It was supposed to be a routine call.

Simple, in and out.

But those were always the ones that went sideways.

It happened so fast. One second, you were clearing a room, and the next—

Gunfire.

Searing pain in your side.

The world tilting as your legs gave out beneath you. You barely registered hitting the ground, too busy trying to force air into your lungs as panic clawed at your chest.

Then Tim was there. Dropping to his knees beside you, pressing his hands hard against the wound.

“Stay with me, kid.” His voice was sharp, but his eyes—his eyes were afraid.

You tried to stay calm, tried to keep your face blank like he’d taught you. But the pain was overwhelming, and your breath hitched, and suddenly, tears were pricking at your eyes, hot and unwelcome.

Tim’s expression barely shifted, but his grip on you tightened. “Hey, hey. You’re okay. We’ve got you—I’ve got you.”

His hand shook.

The sirens in the distance blurred into white noise.

You tried to speak, but all that came out was a ragged breath.

Tim swallowed hard. “I need you to breathe, kid. You hear me?”

You nodded weakly, trying to focus on his voice.

Trying not to focus on the blood pooling around you.

And then, darkness.

The hospital was quiet.

Tim sat at your bedside, staring at the IV in your arm, jaw clenched so tight it ached.

He hadn’t moved in hours.

Hadn’t let himself breathe properly since the second you hit the ground.

And now, as he sat there, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest, all he could think was:

This is my fault.

He should’ve checked the room himself. Should’ve had you cover the door instead. Should’ve done something different.

He ran a hand down his face, exhaling sharply. “I shouldn’t have let this happen.”

Silence.

Then—

A weak, hoarse voice.

“…wasn’t your fault, sir.”

Tim’s head snapped up.

Your eyes were barely open, heavy with exhaustion and pain meds. But there was no mistaking the way you looked at him—so sure, even now.

His throat tightened. “You got shot.”

You huffed a small, breathless laugh. “Yeah, I noticed.”

Tim’s jaw worked. “You almost—” He cut himself off, shaking his head. “You should’ve never been in that position.”

You blinked at him, tired but steady. “And if it were you? If you got shot, would you be sitting here blaming yourself?”

His silence was answer enough.

You gave him a small, knowing smile. “Didn’t think so.”

Tim exhaled slowly, rubbing his hands together. “You scared the hell out of me, Kid.”

“Sorry,” you murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

He shook his head. “Don’t apologize. Just—” He swallowed hard. “Just don’t do it again.”

You let out a weak chuckle. “I’ll try.”

And for the first time in hours, Tim let himself breathe.

You didn’t go home after you were discharged.

Because when it came time to leave the hospital, your legs still felt unsteady. Your apartment felt too empty.

And the nightmares—

Well. You weren’t ready to face them alone.

Tim didn’t ask questions. Didn’t make a big deal out of it. He just grabbed your bag and said—

“Let’s go home, kid.”

And somehow, that was enough.

The ride was quiet.

Not uncomfortable—just quiet.

Tim’s truck rumbled beneath you, headlights cutting through the dim evening, but neither of you said much because there was nothing to say.

Something unspoken had already been agreed upon.

When Tim said, Let’s go home, kid, you knew.

Knew that the home he was referring to wasn’t your apartment. It was his. And neither of you needed to say otherwise.

And so, the stop at your apartment was quick.

You moved through the space with a detached sort of efficiency, grabbing only what you needed. Clothes, a toothbrush, a few things you’d be annoyed not to have later.

Tim stayed quiet, standing near the door, arms crossed. Not pushing, not rushing—just there.

Watching.

Making sure you didn’t hesitate on whether or not you wanted to stay here, or go to his.

You didn’t. You never were one to when it came to staying over.

But when you went to grab your bag, slinging it over your shoulder, the sharp pull of your wound made you wince.

It was subtle. Barely even a flinch. But Tim caught it.

And without a word, he stepped forward, plucked the bag out of your hands, and slung it over his own shoulder instead.

Like it was the most natural thing in the world.

His free hand ruffled your hair as he passed. “C’mon, kid.”

You huffed but didn’t protest, following him out the door, and never once did you look back.

Tim’s place felt…

Safe.

Not in the way a fortress felt safe. Not in the way an apartment with deadbolts and security cameras felt safe.

It was different.

The kind of safe that was quiet. Steady. Unquestioned. Like you could close your eyes here and not feel on edge.

Tim dropped your bag in the spare room without ceremony, moving through the house like it was just another night. He tossed his keys on the counter, opened the fridge, pulled out a couple of bottles of water.

“You hungry?” he asked, like you hadn’t just gotten out of the hospital. Like you hadn’t just been shot. Like you were just here because—

Because you were here.

Like it was normal.

And maybe, in some way, it was.

You shook your head, taking the water he offered. “Not really.”

Tim just nodded, popping open his own bottle. “Let me know if that changes.”

It wasn’t a command. Just a quiet acknowledgment.

An unspoken you’re allowed to need things here. And for the first time in days, your chest felt a little lighter.

Moments blurred as the two of you settled in. The weight of the contrast between the last time you were at his and now was heavier than the two of you expected.

The TV flickered, casting dim light across the living room. Some random movie played in the background—not that either of you were really watching it.

You were curled into the corner of the couch, a blanket draped over your legs, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion but stubbornly refusing to sleep.

Tim sat on the other end, one arm resting along the back of the couch, water bottle still in his grip.

The room was quiet, but it wasn’t empty.

Not like his house usually was, not with you here.

He glanced over at you, taking in the way your shoulders had finally started to relax, the way you looked comfortable for the first time in days ever since the days you spent in the hospital before being discharged.

And something settled in his chest.

At first, he’d thought he was letting you stay because you needed it. Because you needed space, needed to feel safe. Because, after everything, you deserved that.

But sitting here now, watching the way your breathing had evened out, the way the tension had finally bled from your frame—

He realized the truth.

He needed you here.

More than you needed him.

Tim sighed, shaking his head to himself, a bittersweet revelation that hit him like a truck rooted from you quite literally bleeding out in his arms.

He reached over, ruffled your hair just enough to be annoying.

Your tired grumble made him huff a quiet laugh.

“Go to sleep, kid.”

And this time?

You did.

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sunflowerhae · 2 months ago

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Bsf!Ten x f!reader x ex-situationship!haechan

Not proofread so if it sounds like shit sorry babes

This is for @titttuaf girl idk why I really got into this but you inspired me so enjoy!

Main Masterlist 🏷️

Warnings

PWP, I guess kinda angst, haechan and ten fighting for your attention (muahah), Unprotected sex, making out, threesome, reader gets fingerbanged, munch!haechan agenda for the win fr (im sorry but you can tell who my bias is in this I still tried tho), consent being sexy asf, mean dom haechan, soft dom ten, reader is kinda quiet actually shes just a chill dude (lmk if i missed anything!)

You don’t know what you were doing, honestly. When Ten had initially invited you to the party, it was pure defiance that convinced you to go.

“Y/n, no offense, but this is a pity invite.” Your best friend of 9 years failed to surprise you, is the first thing your mind thought as you rolled your eyes. The glaring sun poisoned your skin as it took residence in your tan lines - your frame trying its best to shield your best friend, who lay relaxed in your campus courtyard. You ignore your annoyance at his intrusion, stilling your mind from its endless torture as you attempt to study for your upcoming Intro to Philosophy exam. It wasn’t like Ten noticed, anyway. Ten sometimes let himself get swept in his thoughts, which in turn made it hard for him to notice things - like for example your negative aura that was about to push you to commit crimes against the man. If anyone asked you? You’d say he acted too lax for someone nearing the end of their junior year of college - someone who you’ve barely seen crack open a book the last semester.

It’s not like you didn’t know your best friend, it was quite the opposite. You and ten met at the ripe ages of 16, and it wasn’t much of a story. Sitting at desks together for the entirety of your sophomore year of high school, you became pretty close as you were secluded from your other friends. You had lots of differences, like his affinity for dancing and your affinity for…breaking your bones while attempting to dance. Also, where Ten went, a new friend followed; you, yourself preferred the acquaintance of 1 or 2 people at a time. Outside of the class, neither of you really talked, but inside it didn’t matter. You talked, laughed, got in trouble together - all the works. And eventually, talking inside the class became an outside thing, too. Suddenly, it wasn’t Ten and it wasn’t Y/n; it was Ten and Y/n.

It was no surprise when the both of you applied and got into the same college, and it definitely wasn’t a surprise when Ten rushed a frat his second week, while you stuck to the dorms. Of course, he got in with flying colors - a certified frat guy. You joked that he was finally in his true form; you think he took the joke too seriously. Ten was always a smart kid, always kept on his grades despite being the biggest extrovert the world could spit out, so it was also no surprise when he snuck his way into the frat’s student government - more like weaseled his way in. Really, he only did it for the status (he himself used that exact phrase when he whispered it to you once while making confessions. You gasped in surprise, like any good friend would). He liked the power it gave him, despite being only a sophmore. After that, you saw a lot less of Ten. It was fine, you had your other roommates - three amazing girls - as friends, and were actually pretty wrapped up in school and work, plus you figured Ten was keeping you in his thoughts, but was just busy. You tried not to let the ache of missing him affect you, because you knew your friendship would last, you knew it would be okay.

If anything positive came out of the moment, it was that the times you did manage to see him became all the more meaningful, though you’d never admit it. So while yes, Ten interrupting your studies was annoying, you were still excited to see him, that is - until he opened his mouth.

“What does that mean,” you huffed, “I don’t want pity!”

“I don’t mean anything by it, y/n, you know that,” ten turned around, his body facing the walkway that plenty of students and staff used while going to and from class, “I just mean I’m inviting you but I know you won’t go. I just don’t want you to feel left out.” He shoved his hands into his pockets, huffing his chest out in a sigh and looking away from you. He was uncomfortable for some reason, but you couldn’t pin point why, which worried you. You only found it hard to read him when he wanted to keep something from you. You let the two of you sit in silence for a beat while you stared at your books, debating what to say. Actually, it was Ten who broke the silence, looking back at you with a warmer glow.

“I’d love if you came, though.” You looked back up at him, and smiled slightly. You knew it somewhat bothered Ten that you didn’t come to his parties, though he barely mentions it. Besides the fact that you would rather be inside your room on a Friday night watching TV while high, than at a party in uncomfortable heels and sweaty palms, waiting for your ride home to be ready to go - you hated Ten’s frat. You hated his “brothers” who were pompous assholes, his shared bathroom that could never be fully clean, and most of all you hated that he lived right down the hall from your ex-situationship.

Haechan was what you might describe as immature. And mean. And arrogant. And sexist, and evil, and everythinghorriblewrappedupintooneandidyousaymeanjustacompletewasteofspac-

Long story short - you couldn’t stand him. You really don’t know what you were thinking, letting Ten pick your blind date. He swore he would pick only the best one (though later admitted Haechan was the only one that was available to go) so when Haechan picked you up - a man who you’d only met maybe once in passing - you were kind of confused. You’d heard a lot about Haechan. He was a manwhore first off - a big ass slut. And while you don’t believe a body count defines an individual - his reputation did. Your roommate, Karina, had one thing to say about the subject,

“Well, he’s a giver.” You trusted her, being that she had a first hand account. Karina said a lot, in fact, maybe even too much. She didn’t have to go into detail about the way it felt when it moved in you, but she didn’t really ask you if you wanted to know before revealing that information. Besides that, however, you heard that Haechan can flirt, but it’s borderline toxic. He’ll make you hear exactly what you want, just to get in your pants. You have to say, despite all the stories and tales you heard about him, you gave into it, many…many times. You gave in so much, in fact, that your dumbass brain even convinced you that the boy was charming enough for a crush. After 5 and a half months of being friends with benefits, you finally caved and admitted you liked Haechan - just in time for him to call the whole thing off.

You never really got closure, just a message left on read and a new public enemy. You found it hard to tell Ten, for obvious reasons. First off, the two got along fairly well being frat brothers and everything, and you didn’t want to ruin that for your best friend. Especially because if and when Ten found out, you knew he wouldn’t react well. He hated being wrong, so knowing that he set the two of you up and you didn’t end up together would really piss him off. If you could have avoided telling him, you would have; unfortunately he’s a nosy man, so he found out pretty quickly.

“What a jackass,” he rolled his eyes, “you should have never let me talk you into seeing him!” Ten had a brilliant mind - though you’d never tell him that - he had this interesting way of turning the blame around on everyone but himself, which was funny to see when it wasn’t actively happening to you.

“Do you want me to beat him up?” That made you laugh, knowing that while Ten was muscular from dancing, he could not fight to save a life, and the image of the two going at it really made your day.

“No, I don’t,” you finally managed to say, “just let it go, okay?” And so he did. You were thankful that was the only thing he had to say on the subject.

It was because of that doomed situationship, however, that visiting Ten’s frat became 100 times more uncomfortable for you, and you strived to avoid it. A part of you had an inkling that’s the reason Ten was cross with you, because you didn’t visit his home as much as he wished you did. Ten wishes you were a party girl, so you two could have fun together - he won’t ask you to put yourself in an uncomfortable situation, though, so he just briefly invites you before shrugging off your answer, which is always a soft ‘no’. It almost annoys you, knowing how predictable you’ve gotten. You’ve protected your peace so much to the point your best friend is tired of you, at least that’s what you’ve convinced yourself is the case.

The anxiety ate away at you, fear morphing into desperation as you clung to the idea that Ten and you could be what you once were - close. That if you put yourself in an even worse situation for him, he would enjoy your presence again.

“Yeah, I’ll go,” Ten, who was picking at a string in his top, snaps his head up in surprise, looking at you with wide eyes, “this Friday, right?”

Ten starts at you for a solid minute, his thoughts once again hidden behind a veil of doubt, clouded into the brown of his eyes. His forehead remained creased as he slowly nodded, mumbling a, “yeah, Friday.” And nothing else. You sighed, Friday it was.

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You were incredibly uncomfortable, to no one’s surprise. The most dressed up you agreed to get was a skirt and doc martens, and even that made you feel weird as you stood in the corner of this barely familiar house. The room was hot, and smelled like BO, which was to be expected with how many people were shoved into it, bodies pressed against each other as drinks were passed around and dropped, making the floor sticky in residue. It was hard to see, and even harder to hear, and you didn’t even know where Ten was. Thankfully for you, Karina and Giselle agreed to come with you, so you weren’t completely alone. They couldn’t stop your anger, though. Angry at Ten, for saying he wouldn’t leave you and then doing exactly that. Angry at Haechan, for making you uncomfortable the minute you entered with the way he stared you down from across the room, and angry at yourself for even agreeing to come to this stupid party when you’d rather be home. Your insecurities from earlier this week felt small, now, as you realize that friendship goes two ways - right now Ten was looking like a pretty shitty friend. You looked at the drink in your hand, a Coke. You refused to drink anything other than soda, and anything other than a can.

“Are you sure you don’t want a drink, y/n?” Giselle practically screamed into your ear, which still sounded muffled. You just shook your head, tired of attempting conversation in this overstimulating environment. Just as you wanted to turn to your friends and insist on leaving, Karina sees someone she knows and tells you that she’ll be right back, disappearing into the crowd. Your anxiety immediately peaks, feeling anxious for your friend as she takes on the party alone. Your stress pushes you off your spot on the wall, quickly telling Giselle you’re going to the bathroom, and that you’ll be back soon. In retrospect it doesn’t make sense to leave your one friend in a foreign world while you’re feeling scared, but you must have been operating with half your brain because you didn’t question yourself one bit at the time.

You pushed your way through the masted clump of bodies that occupied the room, finally breaking somewhat free on the stairs and running towards the only bathroom you knew of, next to Tens room. Of course, that wasn’t free, so you decided to go to the only place you knew would be empty right now.

Growing up, you always loved Ten’s room. At his parents house - the one you grew up going to - his room was warm. You spent more time there, laying on his bed listening to music and watching scary movies, than you did your own room. His mom didn’t care that his best friend was a girl, your mom very much cared that yours was a boy, so his house was always a regular hangout spot. You missed that room so much, craved it even. His room at the frat was much colder, much more boy-ish. Maybe it was because he didn’t have his mom to pick up his messes here, you figure. If there was one thing that still transferred from that room to this though, it was the boy.

You were surprised when you slammed open the door in desperation for some quiet, only to find the occupant of said room to be laying on his bed in the dark, staring at the ceiling in silence. Ten, of course, snapped his head to the sound of his door opening - his eyes softening from their harsh gaze when seeing you standing in the frame, the light from the hallway illuminating your outline. With a sigh, he plopped his head back to its original position, waiting for you to come in and close the door.

You did just that, sliding yourself into the spot beside him on the bed, and staring up at the same ceiling his eyes stayed glued to. You laid in silence for a solid 3 minutes, before you decided to ask something that was heavy on your mind.

“What’s going on with you?” The question lingered, and you didn’t push Ten to answer. It seemed he was collecting his thoughts, because after a while he hummed like he found the answer. You knew you were right, and he knew there was no point denying - there was something going on. You had given him a long time to tell you, but now it was time to intervene, as his best friend.

“Y/n, can I ask you something,” he started after another beat, “and you can’t get upset.” That caused you to raise your eyebrows, your stomach dropping an inch. Whatever he had to say, you wouldn’t like it.

If it was something worth getting mad at, you would. However, for the sake of knowledge, you just let a silent and soft “sure” out, and let him fill the void. He didn’t question your answer, presumably too caught up in his own thoughts to care.

“Did you really like Haechan?” The question left you not mad, but confused. Why was he bringing this up? You paused in contemplation, and wondered if you really did. At the end of the day Haechan as an ass, but he was also funny. He always made you comfortable, and always took care of you. He was pretty, too, which helped soften the blow. All in all, you did like Haechan. Maybe not as much as you think, but you did like him.

“Yeah, I did. Why?” And why would you be mad? So many questions, so little time to answer - not when Ten was moving closer to you, and his body heat was radiating into your personal space. You turned your head to face him, only to see him already looking at you. You could tell with one look he wasn’t drunk, usually his drunk face was much more relaxed. This version of Ten wasn’t one you saw very often - anxious. “Ten, what’s going on-“

Before you could finish your sentence, Ten pushed himself forward using his other hand, and smashed his lips into yours. It wasn’t too rough, but it wasn’t soft. He was messy, but he didn’t force his way in, just hovered over you as he silently handed the reins on the situation to you. You were paused in shock. Your best friend of almost 10 years is kissing you, do you hate it, do you like it? It’s gross, but not in a bad way, it was so hard to pinpoint your feelings. You knew you couldn’t leave it like this - you had to know how this felt. So, you kissed back. The two of you laid there, making out, and you quickly decided you loved it. Your head pulsated as Ten’s iron tight grip on your waste began to travel, moving up and down your body. You pushed your lips deeper into his, pushing him back onto the pillows in the process, with you laying over him. Time seemed to slow down for the both of you, as he gripped onto your ass. You were so indulged in the moment - in Ten - you didn’t even notice the door opening.

“Well well well, what do we have here?”Haechan had been watching you all night.

Ten noticed.

He had noticed before the party even started, back when Haechan cornered him in the kitchen with a Red Bull in one hand and a nervous smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I wanted to tell you,” Haechan had said, scratching the back of his neck. “About Y/N. I… I want to try something real with her. I figured I should ask you first.” Ten had blinked, stunned into silence. It was a good kind of stunned. Or at least, that’s what he tried to convince himself. But even then, the sickness had started to churn at the bottom of his stomach. He can’t say he was surprised. Even before Haechan had confessed, Ten began noticing the way Haechan seemed…fixated on you. When he first set the two of you up, he honestly didn’t believe anything would come from it; imagine his surprise when you revealed the nature of your relationship with his frat brother. Even when you confessed that the two of you ended things - Ten knew better. He felt like something was there he couldn’t quite see - a movement in the corner of his eye, or a briefly familiar face in a crowd. He watched the way Haechan acted when you were brought up in conversations - a perk of his shoulders as his eyes hold curiosity and longing. As the weeks progressed, Ten couldn’t shake the feeling that he was running out of time with you - Haechan walking up to him tonight only solidified that fear.

“You’re asking for permission?” he had muttered, swallowing a bitter laugh

“Yeah out of respect, man. I know she’s important to you.” Ten had nodded—slowly, tightly—and given the kind of permission that felt like biting down on glass.

“Sure,” he’d said, “Go for it.” But he didn’t mean it. Not even a little bit.

Now here you were, standing beside him in his bed, your lips still tingling from where they’d met his, your eyes wide and glassy in the dark. You stared at Ten like he was a stranger. But to him? You’d never looked more familiar. Like a memory he had been too afraid to touch.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” he whispered, “Except I’ve been thinking about it for days. Weeks.”

You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t. Not when the room felt like it was closing in on you with the weight of a thousand unsaid things.

Haechan’s eyes darted between the two of you, unreadable.

“I was looking for you,” he said, eyes locking onto yours. “Karina said you came upstairs.”

Silence suffocates the air as you find the right answer - nothing seemed good enough.

“Were you?” you finally asked, softly.

He took another step forward. “Yeah. I was.”

Then his gaze shifted—briefly—to Ten. It held.

“I thought I could handle this,” Haechan admitted, voice low. “I told myself I was cool with it. That you two were just friends, and that I didn’t care.”

“But you do,” Ten murmured.

“Yeah,” Haechan said. “I do.”

The next few moments felt like a slow-motion car crash. No one moved. No one blinked.

And then Haechan took another step forward—toward you this time, not Ten. His eyes softened the second they met yours.

“I’ve been an idiot,” he said, voice cracking slightly. “I hurt you. I thought I was protecting myself, but all I did was ruin the best thing I never deserved to have.”

You felt your throat tighten.

“And then I heard you were coming tonight. And Ten told me to go for it, and I thought I would just talk to you, tell you how I felt…”

He looked between the two of you, “But now I see I’m not the only one.”

Ten didn’t deny it.

Instead, he stepped closer to you too. You were caught between them now, your back almost pressed to the dresser, your chest rising and falling with every breath. “Why are you both telling me this now?” you whispered. “Why wait until it’s too late?”

“Because it took seeing you here—seeing you want to leave, seeing you unhappy—to realize I never want you to feel that way again,” Ten said.

Haechan nodded. “And because losing you tonight would’ve been worse than any awkward truth.” Ten reached for your hand. Haechan mirrored him, his fingers brushing against your other. You looked down—your hands in both of theirs—like some fragile center of gravity they couldn’t help but orbit.

“We’re both idiots,” Ten said softly, “But we both mean it.”

“You don’t have to choose right now,” Haechan added. “But just… let us show you what it could feel like. To be wanted. Completely.” You weren’t supposed to be the center of this. Not like this. Not between them. The room is thick with tension—low music thumping from the speakers in the next room, the glow of amber light from the hallway dancing over their faces. Haechan leans away from you slightly, waiting for your permission to let this happen, watching you like he’s trying to memorize the exact shape of your breath. Ten stays sitting next to your standing figure on the bed, letting go of your hand, staying close but not quite touching. His fingers twitch like he wants to reach for you again but isn’t sure if that would be pushing it. The two let the unsaid proposition hang in the air, and you take the moment to let yourself breathe - something you’ve been neglecting to do in the charged air that electrified your heart. Would you do this? There’s no going back after this, you realize. Everything is going to change -or has it already? Do you welcome the change, too? You stand in complete silence, debating back and forth in your head, until Haechan finally becomes restless.

“You’ve been quiet,” He says, his voice is low—gravelly, teasing, just shy of a command. “I don’t think I like it.”

You shoot him a look, half-nervous and half-daring. “Not everything’s about you, Haechan.”

He smirks, using the hand he still has tightly gripped around yours, to pull you towards him, you body crashing into his chest, “But you are.”

Ten clears his throat. “Don’t pressure her.”

“I’m not,” Haechan says, eyes still locked on yours. “She knows what she wants. Don’t you, sweetheart?”

Your stomach flips at the name, your pulse skimming faster beneath your skin. Ten’s hand finds yours gently, grounding you, and you look down at the contrast—his touch soft, reverent. “We don’t have to rush anything,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over your skin. “I just want you to feel safe. Wanted.”

You do feel wanted. That’s the problem.

Haechan keeps you in front of him then, crowding into your space, hands resting on your lower back. “Tell me to stop, and I will,” he whispers into your ear, voice suddenly quiet—earnest in a way that surprises you. “But if you let me in, I’ll ruin you. Nicely.”

Your heart is hammering now, throat dry. Between the way Tens looks up at you like you’re fragile glass, and the way Haechan looks at you like he wants to set you on fire—you’re split down the middle. However, before you can think about it your hand moves on instinct—curling into Haechan’s shirt, dragging him even closer if it’s possible. “Then ruin me.”

You feel the shift instantly—his mouth pressing to your neck, warmth flooding your skin. Ten watches, eyes dark but still gentle, and he leans in, bringing your hand to hover in front of his mouth, brushing his lips across your skin, a soft sigh escaping him. He lets Haechan take the lead, his own hand tracing the line of your spine, delicate.

It’s overwhelming in the best way—two kinds of love crashing into you. One sharp, the other soft. You let yourself fall deeper and deeper into the feeling of their touch burning your skin. It’s Haechan’s voice in your ear, his grip tight and protective, his words promising more than you can handle but exactly what you crave, that send you over the edge; And that’s how you know—when it comes to the chaos of need and the calm of desire…You’ll always choose the fire. You nod your head, a silent consent that both boys pick up on. From then on, you can feel the thick air shift. Haechan smirks, as Ten lets go of your hand and walks around your bodies - closing the door and locking it while simultaneously shrouding the room in darkness.

Haechan and Ten - who had moved around your bodies once more and now stood behind you - moved their eyes to lock onto you with an intensity that made your heart race. You could feel the electricity in the room, the unspoken battle for your attention playing out in their heated glances. Haechan - with his dark, piercing eyes - was the first to make his move. He wrapped you in his arms, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. "You know what I want, don't you?" he murmured, his hand reaching out to trace the line of your jaw. His touch was firm, possessive, and you couldn't help but lean into it. "I want to taste every inch of you, to hear you scream my name as I take you like the whore you are."

Ten, noticing the effect Haechan was having on you, stepped forward as well. Secretly, he knew he was at a disadvantage. Haechan had slept with you many times before - the thought causing Ten’s eye to twitch. He knew he needed to stay back and study, he wanted to be perfect for you. His voice was softer, more gentle, but no less intense. "But what if you want something different?" he asked, his fingers brushing lightly against your arm. "What if you want to take your time, to explore every sensation, every touch?"

You looked from one to the other, your breath hitching as you felt the pull of their opposing desires. Haechan’s dominance was intoxicating, his rough edges promising a wild, passionate encounter. Ten’s softness, however, was equally alluring, his gentleness promising a slower, more intimate connection. You debated the two of them once more in your head, not fully letting yourself succumb to desire. Haechan leaned in, finally distracting you as his lips brushed against yours in a rough, demanding kiss that had you leaning into him. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you against him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that left you breathless. You could feel Ten’s gaze on you, but it was Haechan’s touch that set your body on fire. He broke the kiss, his eyes never leaving yours as he spoke. "You feel that, don't you?" he growled. "The way your body responds to me. You want this, want me to take you, to make you mine."

You barely managed to turn your head to look at Ten, his eyes filled with a soft, gentle desire. Haechan, ever the jealous man, slid his hand up your back, his fingers tangling in your hair; the movement forcing you to turn back to him. His touch was possessive, dominating, and it sent a wave of heat through your body. "I want you," you whispered, your voice barely audible. And as Haechan’s lips crashed down on yours once more, you knew that, for now, it was his dominance that you craved.

Haechan’s grip tightened in your hair, tilting your head back to expose your neck. He trailed hot, demanding kisses down your throat, his other hand roaming over your body, claiming every curve. You could feel Ten’s touch and presence, his soft touches contrasting with Haechan’s rough dominance, but it was Chan's intensity that had you wrapped around his finger.

"I want to hear you scream," Haechan murmured against your skin, his teeth nipping at your collarbone. "I want to feel you fall apart under me."

Ten’s hand slid up your arm, his touch light and soothing. You moaned, the dual sensations of their touches driving you wild. Haechan spun you around, his hands on your hips as he pressed you against the wall. His body pinned you, his hardness grinding against you as he captured your lips in a bruising kiss. Ten stepped closer, his hands joining Haechan’s on your hips. Instead of competing, he seemed to be supporting Haechan, his touch light and gentle, contrasting with Haechan’s rough grip. You could feel the battle for your attention raging between them, but it only served to heighten your arousal.

Haechan’s hands roamed over your body, his touch possessive and demanding, his lips crashing down on yours as he hiked up your skirt, his fingers hooking into your underwear. With a rough tug, he ripped them off, the sound of fabric tearing filling the room. Ten’s hands slid up your thighs, his touch soft and soothing. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "Let him take you," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Let him give you what you need. But remember, I'm here. I'll always be here, ready to give you what he can't."

Haechan’s fingers found your center, his touch rough and demanding. He growled against your lips, "So wet," he murmured. "You love this, don't you? You love being taken, being claimed." You moaned, your body arching into his touch. Haechan’s fingers worked you expertly, his thumb circling your clit as his fingers plunged in and out of you. You could feel your orgasm building, the tension and edge between the three of you helping you along as your body tensed while Haechan’s touch relentlessly brought you closer and closer to the edge.

Ten’s hands joined Haechan’s, his touch soft and gentle as he helped Haechan bring you to the brink by sliding his palms under your shirt, rubbing your stomach and squeezing in all the right places. "Let go," Ten whispered, his voice a soft melody against Haechan’s rough growls, “show Haechan how good you can be for him." And with a final push of his fingers plunging into you, Haechan sent you crashing over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over you. Haechan’s lips captured any sounds that escaped you briefly before breaking apart from you to watch your face try and relax again. As you came down from your orgasm, you found yourself being moved and sandwiched between the two men, their bodies pressed against yours. Haechan’s dominance had won out, his rough, demanding touch claiming you in a way that Ten couldn't. But as Ten’s soft, gentle touch contrasted with Haechan’s roughness, you knew that this was far from over.

Haechan, his breath ragged, pulled back slightly to look at you, his eyes wild with desire. "Fuck, you're incredible," he growled, his hands still gripping your hips tightly. Ten, standing behind you, pressed his body against yours, his hands sliding up your sides to cup your breasts. His touch was gentle, a stark contrast to Haechan's roughness, but it sent shivers down your spine nonetheless.

“You okay?" Ten murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. You nodded, your body still trembling from the aftermath of your orgasm.

Haechan, noticing the exchange, smirked, his hands moving to unbutton your shirt. "Let's see what we have here," he said, his voice a low purr. He pushed your shirt up, his eyes feasting on your exposed skin. Ten's hands joined Haechan's, his fingers tracing the lace of your bra before deftly unhooking it. Haechan's hands moved fast and quickly replaced Ten's, cupping your breasts, his thumbs circling your nipples. You gasped, your body arching into his touch. Behind you, Ten's hands slid down to your skirt, pushing it up around your waist. His fingers found your ass, squeezing gently before sliding down to your thighs. He pushed your legs apart, his body pressing against yours as he ground his erection into your ass.

Haechan couldn’t let his eyes leave yours, your intoxicating glow leaving the man lightheaded as he dropped to his knees. His hands slid up your thighs, pushing them wider apart. He leaned in, his breath hot on your skin as he trailed kisses up your inner thigh. You could feel Ten's gaze on the sight, his breath hitching softy in your ear as Haechan's tongue found your center, the startling act forcing a moan past your lips as you dropped your head to lay across Tens shoulder. Haechan's touch was rough, demanding, his tongue licking and sucking at your clit as his fingers plunged in and out of you. Your hand immediately found solace in Haechan’s hair, gripping it curtly without concern for the boys scalp. He moaned loudly at the feeling of your nails digging into his head, the vibrations forcing your eyes closed and another moan to escape past your lips.

Ten, feeling neglected, let his hands gripped your hips, his body pressing against yours as he ground his erection into your ass. His breath was hot on your neck, his lips brushing against your skin as he whispered, "Let him take you. Let him give you what you need." His words sent shivers down your spine, your body arching into Haechan's touch as your orgasm built once more.

Haechan's fingers worked you expertly, his thumb circling your clit as his tongue plunged in and out of you. You could feel him pick up the pace, wanting you to finish faster for him - most likely in greed so he could start to work on pleasuring himself.

With a final, rough stroke of his tongue. Haechan sent you crashing over the edge once more. Your orgasm ripped through you, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over you. Ten quickly turned your head around as best he could, moving you so his lips could capture your seductive scream; his kiss swallowing your moans as he brought you down from your high.

As you came down from your second orgasm, you found yourself being moved onto the bed. You didn’t question anything, your mind turned to mush from the stimulation. Ten, standing beside the bed, watched as Haechan pressed his body over yours and let his hands roam over your body, his touch possessive and demanding. Haechan broke the kiss he had initiated with you: his eyes locking onto yours as he spoke. "I want to feel you come undone around me," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "I want to feel you squeeze me tight as I take you."

Ten's hands joined Haechan's, his touch soft and gentle as he helped Haechan position you on the bed. Haechan's body covered yours, his hardness pressing against your entrance. He looked into your eyes, his voice a low whisper. "Tell me you want this," he demanded. "Tell me you want me to take you."

You looked up at him, your body aching with need as you barely managed to sit up slightly and gaze into his eyes. "I want this," you whispered. "I want you to take me." To emphasize your point, you moved your hands to unbuckle Haechan’s pants, pushing them as well as his boxers as far down as your weak, lack of strength body could let you.

Haechan's lips crashed down on yours as he made quick work of finishing the job for you, shimmering the pants down to his ankles and leaning back down against you. He got himself lined up with your entrance, looking into your eyes once more for confirmation that you wanted this. You took in the scene around you for a moment, your heart feeling full as you smiled in excitement and opened your legs up more for Haechan to slot himself against you. He looked down, finally sliding his member into you just barely - letting you have a moment to adjust to the size you hadn’t felt in weeks. You moaned, feeling your cunt swallow him as Haechan finally lost patience and

thrust into you fully, his body filling yours completely. You gasped, your body arching into his as he began to move. Ten's hands slid up your sides, his touch gentle as he cupped your breasts, his thumbs circling your nipples. His body pressed against yours, his erection grinding against the back of your shoulder as he moved his knees under your upper body, supporting you so you could watch Haechan lose himself inside you.

Haechan's thrusts were quick and relentless, his body taking yours with what felt like a primal need. Ten's touch, however, was soft and gentle, his hands and lips exploring your body as he watched in helplessness and jealously while Haechan brought you to the brink for the third time now.

Haechan used one hand to hold your waist tightly - surely leaving a bruise for tomorrow - and another to hold your hand tightly, the both of you staring into each others eyes intimately as you watched his mouth move in a low tone. “Cmon y/n,” he strained, “fuck I know this feels good, huh?” You couldn’t answer, which you knew Haechan wouldn’t like. He ripped his hand away from yours and slapped a harsh blow against your left tit, the pain causing you to let a choked cry escape. It was overwhelming in the best way possible, and you saw your vision starting to go in and out as Haechan continued to abuse your hole and breasts. “I asked you a fucking question, princess!”

You knew it would only get worse if you refused to answer, so you managed a hoarse and broken, “yes, god,” you eyes kept rolling to the back of your head as Haechan’s pounding refused to relent, “it feels so fucking good! Keep going Haechan, p-please,” you moaned. At your begging, Haechan couldn’t hold back anymore, his body shuddering as he came undone inside you. The feeling of him filling you raw, refusing to relent as he held you closer, was the final push you needed to bring you over the edge for the third time that night.

As you both came down from your highs, Ten's hands slid up your sides, his touch gentle as he pulled you into his arms. Haechan, his body still pressed against yours, looked up at Ten, a smirk playing on his lips. "Your turn," he said, his voice a low purr. Ten's eyes darkened, his body pressing against yours as he leaned in to kiss you deeply. The two helped you to turn around and lay you across Ten’s body, the ladder laying you both down. Ten's let your body cover his, letting you catch your breath and adjust to your surroundings again. He rocked the two of you slowly, whispering sweet nothings into your ear while Haechan grabbed a towel off the floor and helped clean you. Finally, after about 5 minutes, Ten whispered, “think you can help me feel good, angel?” into your ear. You laid your head against his chest, hearing his erratic heart beat and briefly acknowledging that this was your best friend that currently had you wrapped in his arms. Your checks grew red, and you nodded your head, pushing to release yourself from his hold. You scooted down his body, stopping at his pants zipper and undoing them to help him get them off his legs. After successfully getting them down his legs, you couldn’t stop your staring as you took in your best friends size. You sighed, silently intimidated but too much in the moment to dwell on your nervousness.

"I want to feel your mouth on me," Ten murmured as he propped himself up to watch you, his body trembling with anticipation. "I want to feel you take me deep, to feel your lips and tongue work their magic."

Haechan, lying beside you, smirked, his hand sliding down to grip your ass possessively. "Do it," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "Take him in your mouth. Make him feel as good as he makes you feel."

You looked up at Ten, his eyes dark with desire, his body trembling with need. You could see the struggle in his eyes, the battle between his desire to be gentle and his primal need to take what he wanted. You reached up, your hand wrapping around his length, your thumb circling the sensitive tip. Ten moaned, his body shuddering at your touch.

"You like that?" you whispered, your voice a soft purr. Ten nodded, his eyes never leaving yours as you leaned in, your tongue darting out to taste him. He groaned, his body tensing as you took him into your mouth, your lips and tongue working in tandem to drive him wild. Haechan's hand slid up your back, his touch possessive and demanding as he helped you position yourself between Ten's legs. You took him deeper, your mouth and throat working in harmony to take him as deep as you could. Ten's hands fisted in your hair, his body trembling as he fought the urge to thrust into your mouth.

"Fuck, you're amazing," he groaned, his voice a low rumble. "Your mouth feels so good. So fucking good." You hummed in response, the vibration sending shivers down Ten's spine. He moaned, his body tensing as he fought to maintain control. But it was a losing battle. His hips began to move, his body thrusting into your mouth as he chased his release.

Haechan's hand slid down to grip your ass, his fingers digging into your flesh as he watched you take Ten deeper and deeper. "That's it," he growled, his voice a low purr. "Take him deep. Make him come undone."

Ten's moans filled the room, his body trembling as he fought to maintain control. But it was no use. With a final, deep thrust, he came undone, his release spilling into your mouth as he groaned your name. You swallowed, your mouth and throat working to take every last drop.

As Ten came down from his high, he pulled you up to lay next to him, his lips crashing down on yours as he kissed you deeply. As the intensity of the moment began to fade, the three of you found yourselves lying entwined on the bed, the room filled with a comfortable silence. The air was thick with the scent of sex and the lingering tension of what had just transpired. Ten's arm was draped over your waist, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin. Haechan lay on your other side, his head resting on your shoulder, his breath slow and steady.

No one spoke. The words seemed to catch in your throats, a mix of excitement, nerves, and a shared understanding that this was a moment to savor without the need for explanation. Tomorrow would bring conversations and decisions, but for now, you all just wanted to be in this moment, to feel the warmth of each other's bodies and the comfort of shared intimacy. Ten's lips brushed against your neck, a soft, tender kiss that sent shivers down your spine. Haechan's hand slid up to rest on your chest, his thumb gently circling your waist. You could feel the rhythm of their hearts, steady and reassuring, syncing with your own.

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the moon that peaked through the blinds casting long shadows across the walls. The faint sound of the party downstairs seemed distant, as if it belonged to another world. Here, in this quiet sanctuary, it was just the three of you, wrapped in a cocoon of shared secrets and unspoken promises. You turned your head to look at Ten, his eyes soft and reflective. He smiled gently, his fingers continuing their delicate dance on your skin. You reached up, your hand cupping his cheek, feeling the smooth unevenness against your palm. He leaned into your touch, his eyes never leaving yours. Haechan stirred, his arm tightening around your waist as he pulled you closer. His breath was warm on your skin, his body fitting perfectly against yours. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest, the steady beat of his heart, and it brought a sense of peace that you hadn't expected.

The silence was comforting, a respite from the whirlwind of emotions that had swept through you all night. For now, you were content to just be; to feel the warmth of their bodies, to listen to the soft sounds of their breathing, and to let the reality of what had happened sink in. Slowly, the tension in your muscles began to ease, the adrenaline of the night giving way to a deep sense of relaxation. Ten's eyes fluttered closed, his breathing growing deeper and more even. Haechan's grip on you tightened slightly, his body relaxing as he drifted off to sleep.

You felt a smile tug at the corners of your mouth as you looked at the two of them, their faces peaceful in the soft light. You took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of them, and let your own eyes close. The room was quiet, the only sounds the soft hum of the night and the gentle rhythm of their breaths.

As sleep claimed you, you felt a sense of contentment wash over you. Whatever tomorrow brought, whatever decisions needed to be made, you knew that for now, you were exactly where you were meant to be. Cuddled between Ten and Haechan, surrounded by their warmth and the promise of what could be. And with that thought, you drifted off to sleep, your heart full and your mind at peace, ready to face whatever the morning might bring.

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A Travis Martinez Deep Dive/Character Analysis

**created pre-Season 3**

Let’s talk about one of the most (if not the most) controversial characters in Yellowjackets! I definitely feel like many of Travis’ scenes and actions are misunderstood, so let’s dive in to his character and understand why he does what he does.

General Information

Travis Martinez is portrayed by Kevin Alves. He is described as being 16 years-old in the first drafts of the scripts, although it is unclear if he is still 16 in the final product or if he was aged up to 17 like the rest of the main cast in the teen timeline. His introduction in the script describes him as “lanky, sullen, teetering on the awkward, hormonal edge of impending hotness, a sensitive kid doing his absolute damndest to pretend he doesn’t care about anything.”

Travis attends Wiskayok High School in the (fictional) town of Wiskayok, New Jersey. His family consists of his father, Bill Martinez (who is the head coach of the Yellowjackets girls soccer team at WHS), his mother, and his little brother, Javi.

Relationship With His Family

We get a very brief glimpse into Travis’ home life before the crash in the Pilot episode, but it does give us a few hints of the conflicts present in his family. We see that Travis’ parents seem to have a distant relationship, with Travis’ father attempting to give his mother a kiss goodbye and her initially being resistant to it, but giving in only when she sees Travis watching. Travis rolls his eyes at this interaction, telling us it’s a common occurrence. Maybe it’s just me, but I’m definitely getting the sense that Coach Martinez has had some extramarital affairs and that Travis’ parents are only still married for the sake of keeping the family together.

Travis confesses to Nat that Coach Martinez was “a shit dad” and that he “didn’t even like” Travis. I think, at least in Travis’ mind, he has never been good enough to measure up to his father’s expectations. We get to see a brief sample of what Coach Martinez's parenting style may have been like in his scene with Jackie, in which his version of a "pep talk" is telling Jackie all of the ways in which the other girls on the team are better than her. I have a feeling Travis' dad often took the same approach with Travis; a gruff, "tough-love" demeanor that only resulted in a deep sense of inadequacy.

This dynamic has affected Travis' relationship with Javi, as well. My interpretation of their relationship is that, while Travis does deeply love and care for Javi, he also harbors some resentment towards him for receiving more softness and support from their father. This resentment only grows when the plane crashes and Travis is left completely responsible for Javi. He's feeling the pressure of having to be an example of masculinity for Javi and his new role as a father figure for Javi, all while dealing with the grief of his father's death. He's overwhelmed and afraid, and therefore he takes this out on Javi, which we can see particularly in the scene where he makes Javi spit out the gum their father gave him.

Travis is likely replicating the harsh parenting style of their father with Javi; it's all he knows. But, underneath, Travis loves Javi; enough to put himself through the trauma of digging up his father's corpse to get a ring for him and to trek through miles of snow in sub zero temperatures for months looking for him after he runs away.

This is why it is so, so heartbreaking when Travis loses Javi just as he's learning to show how much he loves him. My heart breaks at the thought that Travis will have to come back home and tell his mother that his father and little brother are dead.

Toxic Masculinity

It’s no secret that Travis is deeply, deeply insecure. And, as is the case with many young men, this insecurity manifests itself through sexism, unhealthy stoicism, hostility, and anger. It is important to remember that Travis is a teenager in the 90s, a time in which the sexualization of women in media was rampant. The Third Wave of feminism was underway, and with it came an increase of misogyny and backlash from men. Sexist jokes and comments were the norm, and Travis was likely surrounded by them in high school. As a result, we hear him call the girls "idiots," we hear him compare them to girls in porn magazines, we hear him tell Nat she should stick to "folding laundry" and "sucking ___" (we all know how that sentence was going to end). There's no true excuse for it, it's abhorrent behavior and it's unacceptable no matter what time period this is.

However, if we look into Travis' past, we can definitely find an explanation. Much of Travis' behavior can be drawn back to his insecurity and feeling that he is not good enough. We know he was bullied throughout high school as a result of Bobby Farleigh's "Flex" comment and we know that he feels like his father never really liked him; that he never felt good enough for him. Another aspect of Travis' insecurity can also be linked back to the idea of masculinity that has been fed to him by society: the strong, macho, stoic ideal. And it's clear (especially in Season 2) that Travis just does not fit this ideal. He's soft and sensitive, and because this goes directly against what he thinks he should be, he feels shame and embarrassment in himself.

And what do men do when they feel shame, insecurity, and/or sadness? They lash out. Men aren't allowed to show vulnerability, so they instead replace it with a more acceptable emotion: anger. And we definitely see this in the way that Travis lashes out at the people around him. And to make matters worse, Travis is one of the only men out there in the wilderness, making him feel even more pressure to be the strong masculine figure society expects him to be.

Reaction to Trauma

The pressure Travis feels to be "manly" bleeds into his response to trauma, as well. Travis has just watched his father die in a brutal and gruesome manner right before his eyes, and now he's out in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of teenage girls and a little brother to take care of. Most people would break down and cry.

Travis, on the other hand, is strangely apathetic. His only expression of emotion is anger. He snaps at Nat when she suggests that he help his brother, he yells at Javi and forces him to spit out the gum that is his only connection left to his father, he steals food from the others and blatantly insults them, and he essentially tells Javi to "get over it." Travis' coping mechanisms are clear: he distracts his grief with anger and he pushes away anyone that could possibly offer him support.

We see this again with another very significant trauma Travis endures: his sexual assault the night of Doomcoming. Travis is sexually assaulted by an entire group of girls, he clearly begs for them to stop (and they don't), and then he runs for his life and is almost killed. No one ever acknowledges this trauma and the next morning Travis is back to his usual ways, snapping at Natalie when she tries to emotionally support him and attempting to hurt her feelings to get her to stay away from him.

But it's clear, in both of these instances, that, underneath, Travis does care, and he is hurting. Despite him yelling at Javi, he wants to get his father's ring to make it up to him and support him. And when Nat doesn't budge and insists on helping him, Travis breaks down sobbing and admits that he "didn't want to" and that he is in love with her. (And in the script he even says that he wishes that Shauna had killed him that night, that's how strong his pain and shame are after Doomcoming!) Travis' hostile and abrasive behaviors are really a front he puts on to avoid being vulnerable, letting people in, and admitting to himself that he's struggling.

Relationship with Nat

Given Travis' tendency to push people away and hide his vulnerability, it’s not surprising that he forms a romantic connection with someone who mirrors his response to trauma: Natalie.

Their relationship starts off on shaky ground, marked by Travis' initial misogynistic remarks and even an incident where he points a loaded gun at Natalie. Despite this, Natalie is the only person who seems able to see through Travis' anger. Her own experiences with trauma—particularly the loss of her father—give her a deep understanding of what Travis is going through. Like him, she has developed a habit of distancing herself from others, driven by the pain of watching her father die and the lingering guilt of feeling responsible for his death.

This shared trauma—witnessing their fathers’ deaths and carrying the weight of guilt—creates the foundation of their connection. One pivotal moment that cements this bond is the scene where Natalie makes her first kill. Kevin Alves has explained that when Natalie and Travis kneel beside the dying deer and exchange a knowing look, it symbolizes the shared grief they both carry. In this moment, they are not just mourning the animal but, more profoundly, mourning their fathers together.

This scene serves as the emotional cornerstone of their relationship, which stretches over the next 25 years. Both Natalie and Travis are driven by guilt, shame, and self-loathing, and they both struggle with showing vulnerability. They have a pattern of pushing people away before anyone can get too close—a tragic cycle that defines their bond. They are trauma bonded and similar in all of the worst ways, which is what makes them so codependent and enmeshed, as they believe that no one else will ever understand them the way they understand each other.

Of course, Travis’ insecurity finds its way into his relationship with Nat, too. When Nat and Travis discuss having sex for the first time, Travis infamously asks Nat how many guys she has slept with. Nat immediately bristles, thinking that Travis is implying that she’s a “slut”, but, as the scene unfolds, we realize that Travis is actually just insecure about his own virginity in comparison with Nat’s sexual experience. He’s worried that, because of Jackie’s previous comments about Nat, sex with him won’t mean anything to Nat, whereas it would mean a lot to Travis. We can see how much relief he feels when Nat assures him that it does mean something to her, and “especially with him"; when she affirms he is good enough.

Travis’ tendency to get in his own head unfortunately makes itself known again when they actually attempt to sleep together; when Travis can’t get it up and runs out of the room. I think the script for this scene reveals a lot about what is actually going on in Travis’ head:

Travis’ feelings of inadequacy are spiraling here. He’s in awe of Nat and doesn’t feel good enough, and the pressure he’s putting on himself as a result is too much for him (and other parts of him…) to handle. As time passes in the wilderness and Travis lets go of some of his insecurity, we can see he becomes more communicative and releases some of his ego and insecurity as he discovers his spirituality (which we'll get into more in the next section).

Travis's love for Natalie is undeniable, but their relationship is inevitably toxic due to their shared trauma and self-destructive behaviors. After the crash, both turned to drug addiction as a way to numb their pain. Though they’ve tried to help each other stay clean over the years, their connection often pulls them back into destructive patterns. Every time Travis seems to be on the path to recovery, Natalie reappears, and she drags him back down with her again.

Javi’s death will create a huge, irreparable rift between them. It’s likely that Travis harbors deep resentment toward Natalie, not only for surviving when Javi didn’t but also for being a constant reminder of his lost brother. Yet, paradoxically, she is all he has left, and the thought of losing her, too, is unbearable. Despite their genuine love and care for each other, their relationship is fundamentally harmful.

Spirituality, Relationship with “The Wilderness,” and Development of a More Feminine Sense of Self

Season 2 marks a major shift in Travis’ character, and much of this is due to his newfound connection to Lottie. Travis’ desperation to find Javi makes him crave a sense of hope, and therefore makes him open to the idea of The Wilderness. Travis begins attending Lottie’s rituals, and expresses gratefulness towards her for the blood tea and reassurance that Javi is alive. As Travis becomes increasingly attached to Lottie and The Wilderness, we also see him become kinder, softer, and more vulnerable. Travis’ connection to The Wilderness allows him to release the societal norms and expectations that previously guided his toxic behaviors. He can let go of society’s idea of manhood and become a more authentic version of himself. We see that Travis has started to let himself show weakness, express emotion, and is much more open-minded and willing to consider other perspectives.

Lottie definitely becomes an important person to Travis in Season 2. I want to make something clear right now because I feel like it it very often misinterpreted. The writers have stated that Travis’ connection with Lottie is not meant to be interpreted as sexual in nature. Rather, Travis’ scenes with Lottie are meant to represent his spiritual connection with her and his need for guidance. The infamous sex scene between Natalie and Travis in which Travis has visions of Lottie present in the room is not Travis wishing Lottie was in Nat’s place, rather it is meant to represent the internal battle Travis is experiencing between his romantic love for Nat and his need for hope and spiritual belief. Lottie is being shown as a spiritual, religious figure in this scene. She’s not depicted in a sexual manner in Travis’ visions, but rather in a nurturing, holy light.

Nat and Lottie are directly opposed in this Season, with Nat representing pragmatism and Lottie representing faith. Travis is caught in the middle with his romantic connection to Nat and his faith in Lottie. While Nat tells him his brother is dead, Lottie tells him she knows he’s alive. Travis loves Nat, but it’s clear their differences in faith are creating a rift between them, and this rift is symbolized visually in their sex scene.

While Travis’ turn towards faith and spirituality does bring out a better, more likable side of him, it does, unfortunately, directly lead to his death in the adult timeline. While we likely won't get to see any more of Travis' story in the adult timeline, I am looking forward to seeing how he continues to develop in the wilderness and how his newfound spirituality and increasing disconnection with society will change him as a person.

Overall, while Travis can certainly be a deeply dislikable character at times, his development over the past two seasons has been fascinating to watch and he definitely has some hidden complexities that are starting to reveal themselves to the audience. Here's to Travis continuing to connect to his feminine side in Season 3!

#sorry this is absurdly long i just had so much to say i needed to yap about this insecure little man so badly #im going to do lottie next yall #sorry for doing a man first in this series #idk whats wrong with me #travis martinez #travis get behind me #yellowjackets #natalie scatorccio #travnat #javi martinez

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I want to be knocked up by my early 40s neighbor. Total dad type, the twist, he’s married with kids of his own. I want his wife to end up getting pregnant at the same time and she’s excited she’ll have a friend to share the pregnancy experience with (not knowing we were filled up by the same man).

I want my belly to come in fast. Maybe they see a man with a paunch but very quickly it’ll be obvious from the roundness that I’m carrying a preggo belly. My pecs will start to puff up a little, along with my pert twink ass rounding out even further. Weirdly the biggest dysmorphia I get as a pregnant man is my wips widening out. I’ve wanted to be pregnant for ever and it all feels exactly right, but the hips make a definitive change in my form that I just feel a little off when I look at myself in the mirror. Either way, I’m loving the slow transition into more and more maternity clothes

(you will get more than you asked) When you first heard that your rich uncle left you a house, you thought you were getting at most a small house in the burbs, not a small mansion in a high-end neighborhood. You feel out of place there. The area seems lifeless, sterile. You only see glimpses of other people. Until one day when you were bringing the recycling to the curbs, you saw two vans enter your neighbor's driveway, the first time you saw anything happen there. Out crawled a massive family from the vans. A woman comes out of the driver's seat of one van, an older man out of the other van, and the children seemed to have a pretty even age between 16 and newly born, and they are a lot of them. The large man looks at you, and dear lord, he's your type. Older, has pretty nice gut, hairy, but obviously was an athlete once and still works out. He called out at you, saying that you can't have the glass he hears rattling around in that can of yours. He went over to you and kept pointing out the HOA violation while his family started to unpack from a vacation. He helped you avoid the massive fines that would come if someone else looked and snitched. He even helped you figure out the quirks of the security system the mansion came with, but the helpful advice slowly turned into flirtation, and you returned them. It ended with you on the quartz countertop with his thick 2ft long cock slamming in and out of you. It was his wife who noticed you were pregnant first, a month after the first time he fucked you. She whispered to you that she suspected that was pregnant too. Missed a flow. She was wrong with the guess that you were three months along though, you knew when you got pregnant and by whom. You started growing and quickly after that. Belly rounded out, chest filling out, your ass is a dump truck behind you, muscles swelled dick and balls kept engorging. Your hips keep widening, much to your annoyance and disgust. You spent a lot of time at their house. The missus was your helpful friend, giving you advice, taking you shopping for bigger and bigger paternity clothes, lending you some of her old maternity clothes, have the older kids help you with house chores. He and you spent man time at his gym, and spent plenty of man on man time there too. They gave you money plenty of times; they were rich. She wanted to help you, a young man in over his head. He wanted to support the father of his kids.

You spent even more time there when you discovered you were having twenty kids. At the end you were massive. Your belly weighed as much as the rest of you. Your ass couldn't get through normal doors. It was hard to see over your swollen, leaking chest. Your cock kept getting hard at the smallest things. They took care of you, and he took real good care of you. At the end, in a hormone fuelled outburst you were crying, not knowing how you would take care of all the kids, when she suggested something insane, for the three of you to merge your house with a hallway. You would get better help from them, by just living with them, raising y'alls kids together. In return, their older kids could stay in your spare rooms, and not have to stay in with their younger siblings. He grumbled about the cost, but saw how hard he was. She never said anything, but you knew that she knew when the kids were born or when you got pregnant again. It's hard not to know. He fucks the both of you at least once a day after the addition was built, and all your kids look the same. The only coldness she seemed to have to you is leaving you behind during their new family vacation, but you were both friends again when y'all got back, and as you two started swelling up again. She was having triplets again, you were having 26 this time.

#Mpreg #Happy to write this for you my friend.

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constitutionalweasleymonarchy · 2 months ago

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I have been Ron. I have also been Lavender.

Story time, friends. When I was 18, almost 19, and home from for summer break, I started seeing a guy I'd been friends with in high school. Let's call him J. I really had not dated prior to this. A kid I met had expressed interest once when I was 15 and we'd kissed, but my parents wouldn't let me date until 16. I wasn't otherwise romantically pursued in high school. I had crushes that were unrequited. One guy in my first year of college asked me out and we went to a movie, but I wasn't really attracted to him, and I was so awkward in general and so uncomfortable with the feeling of letting someone down that I just kinda avoided him after that (which, yes, objectively that sucked of me, even while I didn't mean harm by it).

Anyway, J and I went out a few times, with friends and then alone. We kissed a lot, we were having fun, we ended up spending a lot of our time together. We never had a "relationship status" discussion, but also neither of us were seeing other people.

I genuinely enjoyed him. We had fun, he treated me well. I definitely was enjoying the feeling of being wanted by someone. We made out pretty hot and heavy, and at that point we were each sexually inexperienced, so the dynamic felt like a safe one for me to be able to explore physical intimacy, without risk of rejection or too much embarrassment. And at that point in my life, I did not have the experience to distinguish between actually liking this person as a good dating partner for me and liking how they made me feel about myself / enjoying the feeling of being wanted or loved.

The time came for me to go back to school, and my assumption was that we'd had some fun together but it was going to end there. That was not his assumption. He wanted to be serious and go long-distance. I tried in a nice but very ineffectual way to shrug off that idea. So he kept doing what he could to persuade me.

I really didn't want to. And I should have said that. But I didn't know how. I felt guilty. I hated the idea of having to reject him. I also thought, Have I led him on?? I dated him, after all, I spent more and more of my time with him, we talked on the phone for hours, I sucked plenty of face with him. After all of that, could I just say, "I don't want this to go further?"

The answer, of course, is I could (and should) have said that. But I didn't have the tools. I also frankly didn't have the empowerment, the courage, or the self-possession. It took me years into adulthood (even after one divorce) to really wrap my mind around the fact that you can break up with someone at any time, for any reason, if you're not feeling it, or even if it's just your spidey senses telling you something's wrong. You should certainly treat people with respect and empathy, but you don't owe someone the rest of your life just because you've gone out with them once or a hundred times. Dating is, in part, about trying things on to find what fits best. Every relationship doesn't have to be forever.

But I felt as though I'd be a bad person, after all of that, to say no. And he wasn't intentionally trying to manipulate me. I know how it feels to be manipulated and disrespected, and that wasn't what was going on there. Subconsciously, of course, he was not really listening to me, not really accepting how I was starting to keep him at arm's length. But he was also young and inexperienced and genuinely wanted a future together and thought that he just needed to convince me how committed he was.

I dated him long distance for almost TWO YEARS. And the longer it went on, the more I felt like I had no right to break it off now. I came home for holidays, he visited me on weekends, talked on the phone every day, we went further sexually with one another. He became absurdly jealous about me going to parties, being friends with guys, even mentioning a guy's name could send him into a fucking mood and totally piss me off. I began to completely resent him. The more I pulled away, the harder he clung, the more I pulled away, repeat ad nauseam.

He said "I love you" first. I'd be a horrible person if I didn't say it back, right? Besides, I did care about him. That was love, right? I was happy to be loved as well. He got me a promise ring. I claimed it didn't fit and wore it on a necklace.

I should have nipped this in the bud almost two years earlier, but I never did. I don't think I was a villain. I certainly wasn't trying to mistreat anyone -- after all, I got into this mess because I was trying to avoid hurting him. But it did, of course, end up hurting both of us in the end, and much more devastatingly than if I'd been honest with myself and with him in the first place.

I kind of laugh when people try to force Ron/Lavender to fit some rational, ulterior motive explanation. As if the fact that he ultimately didn't want to continue a relationship with her is evidence that he never honestly liked her to begin with. As if the fact that he didn't step up and break off the relationship earlier is evidence that he was only using her for the purpose of his ego, or to make Hermione jealous.

There's absolutely no basis in canon to see the initiation of Ron and Lavender's relationship as anything more complicated or mysterious than what it was: two 16 year-olds who were attracted to each other, making out, because hey guys, kissing is fun actually. Especially when riding the high of the Gryffindor win. We don't know who made the first move (Lav jumping Ron was in the movies). We do know they snuck off to try to find somewhere more private, which tells us from the get-go that this isn't something Ron is just doing to annoy Hermione. If he were, you'd think it would make sense to stay where people see them. They come upon Hermione and Harry by happenstance, and Ron is very awkward indeed to be thrust into that situation. And hey, by the way, is it possible that Ron's increasingly coming to terms with some feelings for Hermione while at the same time being ecstatic about this connection with Lavender? Yes! Because people aren't all-or-nothing in their motivations. Also, as I should hope we've established by now, kissing someone doesn't mean you suddenly owe them some depth of romantic commitment.

This happens in late October or beginning of November. Two months later, the day before Slughorn's party and two days before going home for Christmas, Ron and Lav are still at it. Interestingly (and while we still need to take into account any bias on the part of Harry as POV character), Harry's observations make it seem like Lavender is doing a lot of the pursuing/ initiating:

Harry had to put up with the frequest presence of Lavender Brown, who seemed to regard any moment that she was not kissing Ron as a moment wasted

But also, Ron's enjoying himself perfectly well during this period of time, as we get multiple descriptions of him and Lavender attempting to merge into one entity in the common room.

The first time we see Ron overtly dividing his attention from Lavender to focus on Hermione is the day of Slughorn's party. Ron is looking at Hermione during dinner (this is before he knows about Cormac being her date) and Harry is trying to encourage him to make up with her. Then Parvati and Lavender come to sit down, Lavender squeezes in between the boys while they're mid-conversation and throws her arms around Ron. Parvati says hi to Hermione, who tells her about the date with Cormac in a very pointed way, which she clearly intends for Ron to hear (and this isn't a Ron-vs-Hermione judgment, it's just the way it happens, period). Ron's attention is drawn away from eating Lavender's face. Then Hermione leaves, and Lavender begins to discuss the Hermione/Cormac development with Parvati.

Everyone goes home for Christmas, and Christmas day (again, about two months after they get together) is the first time we get an indication that Ron and Lavender really aren't on the same page, because Ron gets The Necklace.

And by the way, can I just take a moment here to say, even if Ron was seeing a serious future with Lavender, I still can't see him wanting to wear a necklace like that. If he was with Hermione I still can't see him wanting to wear a necklace like that. It's honestly a little funny how off-base that gift is from Lavender, and while I don't doubt her earnestness, it's a sign of just how little she actually knows Ron (and tbh, how little she is trying to know the real Ron, because I don't actually think it takes a rocket scientist to know he wouldn't be into that).

A week or so later they return to school, and Ron actually tries to reply to a conversational "How was your Christmas" from Hermione, who totally ignores him and speaks only to Harry. Then when they step into the common room, Lavender immediately launches herself at Ron and it's the first time we hear "Won-Won." The next morning, when they're all signing up for Apparition lessons, Lavender playfully covers Ron's eyes and addresses him again as Won-Won, and he manages to shake her off to follow Harry and Hermione on the way to class.

So this goes on a little under two more months until we reach Ron's birthday, and besides the morning of the Apparition announcement we don't get much more information about the state of Ron/Lavender except that they're still kissing with some level of frequency. ("She keeps snogging you, doesn't she?")

Then when Ron gets poisoned, while he's in the hospital wing, Lavender takes this opportunity to begin digging for information from Harry about how Ron really feels about her, including whether or not Ron considers their relationship "serious." And Ron keeps pretending to be asleep when Lavender comes to visit him.

This tells us not only that they are both avoiding talking to one another about what this relationship really is and what they really want -- they also both know that they are avoiding it. Clearly, neither of them is happy with the state of things. But neither will actually make their feelings known or as the other directly. And this tracks, for people this age and experience (or lack thereof)! We don't know Lavender's dating experience prior to this, but she is certainly no guru, and she is acting just as immature and avoidant as Ron is.

Harry tells Ron he needs to just break up with Lavender. Ron's response?

"Yeah... well... it's not that easy, is it?"

Because guess what: it's not that easy! Because we're not in Ron's POV, we can never know exactly what makes it not easy for him, but we do see that he's very clearly uncomfortable with things and would be much happier if he were no longer in this relationship. He is not getting his rocks off prolonging things with Lavender. He's not using her; he doesn't know how to end it.

Lavender is waiting for Ron before breakfast the morning he's released from the infirmary, and Ron is described as looking nervous to see her. She demands to know why Hermione is with him and Harry. A week later, they're still together, though Ron expressly makes it known to Harry and Hermione that he wants to break up.

"I won't," said Ron into his hands. "Or maybe I will... then she'll ditch me..." "Why don't you just ditch her if you want to finish it?" asked Harry. "You haven't ever chucked anyone, have you?" said Ron. "You and Cho just -- " "Sort of fell apart, yeah," said Harry. "Wish that would happen with me and Lavender," said Ron gloomily [...] "But the more I hint I want to finish it, the tighter she holds on. It's like going out with the giant squid."

Ron feels trapped, and it's a trap he has the power to let himself out of, but for whatever reason he's nervous or scared to do so. Well into April, he is literally trying to hide whenever he sees a girl coming around the corner if he thinks it might be Lavender.

And all I'm saying is, I've been there. I've been the person who strung someone along because I didn't want to do the hurtful, uncomfortable thing. Real life is full of grown adults who struggle to communicate what they want and don't want. These are teenagers, at least one of whom is in their first romantic relationship ever.

I said in the title of this post that I've also been Lavender. I've been in a relationship where I knew we were not on the same page, and I knew he would never give me what I needed in a relationship. I married the guy after breaking up and getting back together multiple times. I spent 8 years with him. I was a full-fledged lawyer when we got married. Every time we did break up, it was basically me who would finally do it after he became more and more distant and dismissive. Then he'd come back begging for another chance and I gave it to him. I knew something was wrong. But I just thought if I tried harder and loved him more, and made myself into whatever it was that would keep him, I'd be able to.

But a part of me knew the entire time that it shouldn't be that hard -- that when you see someone isn't willing to love you in the way you love them, you also need to be able to say, "I want and deserve more than this, and this isn't working for me."

Ron/Lavender starts out perfectly fun for both parties, but they don't talk about their relationship, they don't truly see or understand one another, they both expect the other to take a hint, and neither one is willing to break off a relationship that is clearly unsatisfactory to both of them.

People have complex -- sometimes contradicting -- feelings and motivations, actually.

#ron weasley #lavender brown #hp meta #no bashing

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bimir · 23 days ago

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hidden inventory

when else have we felt both the most alive and almost dead? and what else lingers on your mind like it happened just yesterday, but also like it never happened at all? and where else will you find that passion, those moments that still feel infinite? and what is more painful than your teenage years?

*spoilers for the entire manga*

the hidden inventory arc is there to express exactly that: “two best friends, and the tie they lost forever.” to say that the dynamic between satoru and suguru isn't the central point of jujutsu kaisen is like saying the whole point of the manga is the fights. their connection, their relationship, whatever it could have been (definitely more than platonic in my perspective), their haunting storyline is the foundation of gege's jjk.

two teenage boys, 15–16 years old, both excited in their own way to come to the academy: satoru leaving the clan behind, dying to escape from his family; suguru moving into the dorms earlier than everyone, talking to his mom on the phone about his dreams. what they didn’t know was that, soon, they would become both the most important and the most devastating thing to happen to each other.

the new scenes and photos and sketches of their teen years literally broke my heart. they were so excited, drunk on their friendship, on their youth. satoru finally felt like a normal kid, finding everything suguru did to be cool, being silly together with shoko, taking as many photos as they could, always hanging out as if they were attached at the hip. they were kids together. the strongest one had once been just a kid who thought he would always have his best friend by his side. if only they had known...

i remember, before reading the manga and before the hidden inventory arc was animated, how confused and skeptical i was about all the people who claimed you wouldn’t be the same after satosugu. i really thought there was no possible way something could be that impactful. but god, wasn’t i wrong?

it’s been 3 years and they’ve never left my mind. and even if they do for a moment, they always come back stronger, with more heart-wrecking realizations.

satoru and suguru are literally all that. once the best of friends, then separated for 10 years, still thinking about and talking about one another. forced to “kill” each other, dying on the same day, one year apart. suguru wearing his gojo-kesa while trying to create a world where satoru wouldn’t have to be the strongest. satoru dreaming about the hidden inventory arc, waking up with teary eyes. kenjaku knowing the only thing that could stop satoru, even for a split second, was his best friend. satoru slightly smiling when kenjaku appeared in geto's body, maybe with a little bit of hope that his best friend was back, replaying fond memories of their younger years. suguru's body resisting kenjaku, trying to defend satoru because it was like "muscle memory" to him, even dead. satoru first doing after being released from the seal being to give suguru's body a proper burial, even if the world was in the middle of a cataclysm.

and lastly, satoru’s final thoughts were of suguru, in his monk attire, accepting his perspective, saying how unsatisfied he was: “if you were among those patting my back... then i might have been satisfied.”

i think i’ll end it here, but i could talk about the two of them for hours. one last thing i want to mention again is how sweet but also so deeply sad their high school photos were. as much as i like to bash on gege, he really did a great job writing about teenage years: how a few years can be so detrimental throughout your whole life, and how those moments linger on your mind forever

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #satosugu #suguru geto #my writing #hidden inventory arc #hidden inventory movie #shoko #shoko ieiri #nanami #haibara #gojo #geto #gojo x geto #jjk official art

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I’ve seen a handful of people talking about Will possibly trying to get over Mike and maybe getting together with another boy (Chance) and I wanted to know your thoughts on that. I personally don’t think it makes sense because it’s not going to be super easy for him to just get over being in love with Mike or to get with someone else to start getting over Mike. If Mike and El were spending all there time together like they did in s3 and Will was getting super jealous and didn’t want to be maybe then I could kinda see him trying to find someone new but it’s the 80’s he can’t exactly just go up to some guy and ask him out. There would need to be buildup for it idk it feels weird to think about Will looking at someone else.

I think this theory is rather unrealistic. During the van scene, Will definitively lost all hope that his feelings for Mike could ever be reciprocated. If the series were set in our era, the idea of him trying to move on by dating a boy from high school might be plausible. But as you pointed out, we’re in the 1980s, in Hawkins, Indiana—a small rural town where everyone knows each other, and even adults, like Troy’s parents or Mike’s, have internalized homophobia to the point where they saw nothing shocking in a 12-year-old boy being “killed by a queer” or in lines like “See, Michael? See what happens?” when referring to a kid being assaulted and kidnapped just for looking somewhat gay.

Will would never take the risk of making himself an even bigger target for homophobic bullying and harassment by pursuing a relationship with someone who could potentially expose him or put him in danger—especially not with a member of the basketball team, considering they were actively leading a witch hunt against so-called “Satanists,” including the Hellfire Club, where Mike, Lucas, and Dustin were among the most wanted members.

This scenario could have been an incredibly interesting addition to Mike and Will’s romantic arc under different circumstances—forcing Mike to confront his conflicting emotions as he watches Will try to move on with another guy, exploring the complexity of their situation within the backdrop of 1980s homophobia and secret, forbidden love. It could have also created a compelling contrast between the gay character who takes the leap into a relationship with a man and the one who hasn’t yet, instead staying with a girl. But realistically, there just isn’t enough time for this with only one season left, plus all the supernatural events and the other characters’ arcs that need to be wrapped up.

That being said, I have to admit I’d love to see a 16-year-old Mike being openly jealous—visibly jealous—and confronting Will because of it. We’ve already seen how even subtle jealousy from Mike in Season 4 spoke volumes, so it would be a great tool to highlight his feelings for Will in a way that finally allows the general audience to connect all the dots.

#stranger things #byler #mike wheeler #stranger things analysis #will byers #stranger things theory #byler endgame #mike wheeler analysis #byler tumblr #mike wheeler is gay #Chance #jealous mike wheeler

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Hi! I saw that one of your posts was scraped, and I wanted to empathize because I actually just had that happen! Since I know it's rough, I wanted to first say that you are welcome to talk to me any time. ❤️

But! More importantly I wanted to ask about if you wanted to share any more HCs for Tim Drake's goofy music tastes?

Asking cus I love your take that he loves MCR (because I like MCR lol) and I've always thought he'd LOVE weird music like Glorbo 🤣 ❤️🥧 Happy Pi Day

1. Idk how to start this off other than to say thank you. It really is weird to randomly see your own post on another website without being asked for permission but I guess it is what it is, at least they kept my name in the post 😃

2. Anyway- as you put it “more importantly”, yes I do want to share more Tim music taste head canons :)

First of all, I actually made a playlist on Spotify based off what I think he listen to, if anyone wants to listen

It’s mainly emo rock, alt/indie music, some soft metal and a little RNB. There’s also some rap in there

(And some pop songs because- reluctantly- pop songs can be good, although he would never admit that out loud.)

(Note: I’m going to assume that you made a typo and it was supposed to say glorb and not glorbo bc the band glorbo has 500 listeners monthly(which isn’t a bad thing, but it would be an insane coincidence if we both listened to that band) and also they don’t really make weird music. Anyway- I’d agree that Tim would listen to glorb occasionally, but I think he’d get overwhelmed pretty quickly)

Here are some highlights from the playlist along with hcs:

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE - our little stalker was introduced to mcr when he was in middle school bc one of the older kids told him he looked like a Gerard Way wannabe(which he did not, but what does a 12 year old know)- he looked the guy up and was like “hm, I wonder what his music sounds like” and then he fell down the rabbit hole. His favourite mcr song is You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison

I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME - the first time I heard the song MAD IQs I thought “this is literally Tim Drake as a song”. IDKHOW is the perfect amount of weird and funky for Tim, and I can just imagine him jamming in his room to the entire RAZZMATAZZ album. He found IDKHOW one random Thursday when he was like 16 while watching some obscure video essay on YouTube. His favourite IDKHOW song is obviously MAD IQs

JXDN - ngl this is probably just a projection of my own music taste. But look at his merch

And tell me it isn’t something Tim would walk around in… (his favourite JXDN song is JUST LET GO)

Bad Omens - another projection bc this band has taken over my life. Tim would go around the manor singing THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND quietly and Jason would be following him trying to figure out what the hell he’s singing because it’s actually half good. After patrol one day Jason threatens that he’ll steal Tim’s favourite mug if he doesn’t tell Jason what song he’s been singing and three months later they’re going to a Bad Omens concert together. Tim also thinks the lead singer is pretty attractive, so that definitely helped him get into them. His favourite Bad Omens song is The Gray

Queen - obviously Tim listens to queen, duh. He is a bisexual man in the 21st century, he was probably born with the need to listen to Killer Queen at least once a day. His favourite Queen song is Killer queen, but Don’t Stop Me Now is a close second

Mother Mother - Tim was extremely late to listen to MM. The first time he heard about them was when HAYLOFT II came out, but when he did start listening to them, he binged literally all of their songs in one night. His favourite Mother Mother song is Oh Ana

Mitski - one of his friends in high school (right before he dropped out) made him listen to I Bet On Losing Dogs, and Tim started violently sobbing. He went home that day, extremely embarrassed, and listened to Mitski while crying and eating ice cream. His favourite Mitski song is A Pearl

Ending note:

I firmly believe that Tim doesn’t care what language the music is in (which is also why there are some Japanese songs on the playlist), and I really wanted to put some kpop songs on the playlist, but I have a sneaking suspicion that most of the Batfam fandom wouldn’t be very appreciative of that, so I haven’t. But if anyone wants there to be, lmk and I’ll make a separate playlist for what kpop songs he’d listen to.

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ywpd-translations · 11 months ago

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Ride 784: The first day's mountain

Pag 1

3: We're passing through the riverside road

4: I see it

6: Kaka

7: Ah!!

8: Teh!

9: It's the first day's

Pag 2

1: “mountain”!!

Pag 3

2: As we “promised”!!

Pag 4

3: It's the “first day's mountain stage”!!

4: A year ago

6: Manami-kun said it after the finish line, on the third and last day of the Inter High, when both of us were all worn out and barely still on our bikes

Pag 5

1: But having our race at the end on the final stage is too much pressure

2: Next year, if we both have the chance to run in the Inter High....

3: …. yeah

4: Let's race for the mountain stage on the first day

Yeah

5: Like Toudou-san and Makishima-san last year

Onoda!!

Manami-san!!

Pag 6

1: Manami!!

Manami-san!!

2: Onoda!!

3: He collapsed!!

Manami!! Take off his helmet

It's okay, I caught him

Onodaa!!

Onoda-san

Do we have a towel?

Danchiku, water!!

4: Next year... the mountain stage on the first day.... yeah

5: Got it....!!

Pag 7

3: When you run along a river....

4: the water only flows if there's a difference in elevation, either uphill or downhill!!

5: Here it's definitely uphill!!

Even if it looks like a flat at first glance, it's gradually climbing!!

Pag 8

1: Toward that mountain!!

Reading the map, it says that it's 5km until the base of the mountain!!

2: 5km!!

3: Don't lose sight of it like last year!!

Yes!! Sorry!!

4: Hold on tight!!

5: 'Cause I'll carry you all the way to the foot of the mountain!!

Pag 9

1: Thank you!!

2: “Positioning”....!!

3: When going from a flat to a climb you need to “position” yourself

Each team accelerates from the flats in order to bring their climbers to a good position

4: It's the so called “mountain's launching pad”!!

5: There will be a difference of several hundred meters in the first stage between a climber who was launched near the front of the group and a climber who was made to run up from the back of the group

Pag 10

1: Bring Onoda to the best possible position, Naruko!!

Oh-

Sohoku is moving up!!

Pag 11

1: -ruaaaagh

Ugh!! Sohoku's Naruko is so fast!!

2: I get what you're tryin to say, Hotshot!!

I'll take him!! Definitely!!

3: That's why I left the first result to Kabu!!

4: On that winter day, with an apologetic face

5: Ah....

6: Ah- uhm, I have something to tell you, but

Onoda-kun, who told us like it was difficult to say....

Pag 12

1: Ah the stove? You can just turn it off, we're the last ones

Yeah, please. Woah, look outside, it's snowing

Seriously? It must be cold

2: That's not it!!

3: Th-th- this morning... I got a text

4: What was that, an acceptance letter?

The proficiency exam?

5: It's a reply to the text I sent....

6: Three months ago!!

7: Uhm... really, I was worried that back when we made that promise it was right after the race and we were tired, so I thought maybe he had forgotten

Three months?

It was a long wait

So I sent him a text to ask him if he remembers?

Pag 13

1: And I received it this morning

Must be the proficiency test

Shut up!!

What are you whispering idiot

“Back when”, when was it?

No idea

2:He said only one word, “of course”

4: So, uhm... this time

5: Is it okay if I run for the first day's mountain stage during this summer's Inter High?

7: Is that so? Kakaka

Onoda-kun's eyes, like he couldn't contain his excitement...

Pag 14

1: I haven't forgotten it!!

2: I can't forget it!!

3: Onoda!!

Onoda-kun!!

Pag 15

1: 2km left until the foot of the mountain!!

2: Do your beeest....!!

Aren't they climbing at an amazing speed!? Each team is getting in line!!

Yeah, you're right!!

3: Every team is trying to “position” themselves for their climbers!!

“Position”!?

4: Also, look closely

Right now, the cyclist in the second position in the ranks

Pag 16

1: is the one who will race in the mountain stage!!

Pag 18

1: Oi, are you kidding me? Hakogaku is sending Manami?

From the first day!?

Manami is in second place

2: He's the “final boss”....!!

3: My dream of getting the red bib has been destroyed even before reaching the foot of the mountain....!!

4: Oi, look over there, that's not all!!

For Sohoku....

5: Naruko is pulling the “King of the mountain”!!

Wa- we're done for!! Completely!! My mountain prize!!

Pag 19

3: Manami-kun!!

4: Sakamichi-kun!!

Pag 20

1: It's time for our promise!!

We're almost at the foot of the mountain!!

#yowamushi pedal #yowapeda #yowamushi pedal translations #yowapeda manga #yowamushi pedal manga #yowamushi pedal spoilers #ride 784 #im sorry i meant to post yesterday but i completely forgot ;A;#ahhhhhh ive been looking forward to thiiiis #please gimme a low stakes battle between Onoda and Manami!!! They deserve it!! They promised each other!!#I dont care who would win (even tho i hope manami tbh) i just want them to have fun while racing eo ;A;#is that so much to ask watanabe!!! please let them have this #i hope nothing happens and they really can do this :')#i mean it seems like midosuji also plans on participating but its okay #and if kiji wants to have a go too that fine to #the important thing is that both manami and onoda are there #also lemme have my imanaru moment bc #why are they literally so boyfriends coded wtf agsfdsgdcaskdf #like literally whispering to each other when onoda says he needs to tell them something???#naruko literally reading imaizumi's mind??? please theyre boyfirends okay #this chapter is pushing me to write yet another imanaru #and also a sansaka why not im not gonna lie #i love this so muuuuuuch #i need more im so happy #1st day's mountain stage my beloved

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diorsluv · 1 year ago

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feather , part 16

“ floating through the memories ”

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cheynovak · 1 year ago

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Crush

Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N) & Sam Winchester (platonic)

Warnings: Fluff, Implied smut, body shaming, alcohol, trauma, nothing too extreme,

This story does not follow the SPN timeline.

Side note: English isn’t my first language. Words: 5166

Y/N is a high school crush/friend of Sam, when they were 16 y/o they attended the same school for a while. She was one of the only kids who didn’t made fun of him, they became friends pretty quick. Sam always thought Y/N was a nice, friendly and cute girl, a little bigger than most of the girls in school but cute. Sam spends his entire time hanging out with her, trying to ask her to prom, only one problem, Y/N likes another, older guy, he didn’t know the older guy was Dean.

Now years later the brothers path crosses again with Y/N.

Cursive are memories.

~ Part 2 out now! ~

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Dean looked at the menu in front of him, waiting for Sam, hoping he had more news over the case they were working on. Vampires, only this time the nest seemed big, they had killed a few they found, but somehow more and more people seemed missing. It looked like every time they took one down another one popped up.

“Dean? Dean Winchester?” The older brother heard his name and looked up, to see the waitress. “Yes... that’s me?” He answered reluctantly. “It’s me... Y/N. A high school friend of Sam.” He took a good look this time. - “Y/N?” Sam had just entered the diner. “It’s been so long! How are you!” He asked her while immediately pulling her in a hug. “I’m great! Too long I know. How are you?”

Dean witnessed the conversation, still not entirely sure who she was. He started to think about all the high schools they attended to. Sure he would have remembered it when Sam had a girl friend... definitely a girl this... hot. Unless he didn’t attend school anymore. And then he remembered.

“Thanks Dean, for driving us!” - “No problem sweetheart.” He winked at Y/N while she got out of the car. “Sam, wait a sec I need to talk to you.” He held his brother back. “Can’t this wait after school? I’m going to ask Y/N to the dance.” “Yeah, about the dance...” he mumbled under his breath. “Hey, Y/N wait up!” Sam rushed out of Dean’s car, he watched his little brother jog to the slightly chubby but cute girl, knowing he won’t be taking her to the dance.

Dean remembered, making him unconsciously interrupt their conversation, without filtering his words first. “Now I remember... Y/N the chubby friend from when you were 17!” - “What the hell Dean! ” Sam hit his shoulder, while he looked apologetic over to Y/N, who seem to be amused by Dean’s bluntness. “Yeah, well that’s what most people remember of me.”

“I’m sorry, you look great! You’ve changed... A lot!” Dean apologised in a yet flirty way, looking her up and down. “And you haven’t changed, have you.” Y/N laughed at his attempt. “Please tell me you’re staying in town a little longer this time?” She turned to Sam. “Eh, a few days at least.” - “Great...” she kept looking at him, “Jeez, almost forgot to take your order.” They talked a little more after they had their food and in between orders.

“Hey if you want, we can stay a little longer after the job is finished.” Dean told his brother. “Maybe you and Y/N over there can catch up some lost time.” - “I don’t know Dean, she seems to have a great life I don’t want her to be involved in ours.” - “Did you ever go out with her?” - “No, she eh, liked someone else.” - “Really who?” - “Don’t know, an older guy, didn’t attend our school.” - “ Oh really? I seem to remember she liked you.” Dean felt bad for his brother.

“You’re lucky again, Y/N.” Her co-worker said while they were making their orders. “What do you mean?” - “You always get the handsome or cute boys at your tables.” She nodded to Sam and Dean. “Old friend of yours?” - “I went to school with that one...” she pointed at Sam. “And that is his older brother. He, eh was the first guy I ever kissed.” - “Lucky you.” Y/N her mind drifted away to an old memory.

School dance was in two weeks, but Y/N still had no dress. All the dresses she tried on were either, too long, short or small. The popular girls who bullied Y/N for being overweight seemed to notice Y/N struggling in the store and decided to ad a little salt to the wound.

Dean dropped Sam off at the library a few streets away, he had to run an errands for his dad and decided to buy some magazines at the store for himself, the store he needed was across from the store Y/N was in. He noticed her, standing in front of a mirror, she looked good, but he noticed her cheeks were red, she was almost crying. Then he heard the 3 popular girls walk out “Can’t believe little piggy thinks she will find a dress that will look good on her.” - “No way she finds a guy to take her.” Another one added.

Dean felt bad for her since she was the only kid in Sam’s class who was nice to him, he walked in the store, the second she saw the older Winchester enter the store she fled to the fitting room. “Y/N? Are you ok?” He placed his ear next to the door, he could hear her sniff. “Yeah, yeah I'm great thanks.” - “Don’t lie to me sweetheart... Is it those girls?” - “They just make fun of me. Nothing special. I’m used to it.” - “It is if it makes you cry.” She didn’t answer. “Why don’t you show me your dress?” Y/N slowly unlocked the door, looking up with teary eyes, Dean still leaning on the fitting room. “They are right, I look ridiculous, I won’t find a dress that fits me.”

“What are you talking about? You look amazing.” He smiled slightly. “You just say that to make me feel good.” She felt her cheeks glow, afraid to look up. “No, no, no you look stunning in this dress.”, “This one maybe, the others are horrible.” - “Then buy this one.” - “Can’t, too expensive.” Dean’s heart broke. Y/N got back in the dressing room, changed and hung the dress back. “Hey, why don’t we go get some burgers?” Y/N was surprised. “You want to hang out with me?”

Dean never really wanted to hang out with Sam and her, he always felt too cool she thought, he always dated the ‘hot girls’ she knew he was a player from what Sam told her, but him being nice to her made her feel good. “Hey eh, why don’t you go in and order already. I have to buy some things for my dad, I’ll be right with you.” - “Sure... You know what you want?” - “I’ll take what you‘ll have.”

Y/N watched Dean drive off, only to see that the girls from before were at the same diner. Great, she thought. “Keep your head up Y/N, you can do this.” Little did she know Dean went back to the store to buy that dress she liked. He walked into the diner to see the girls standing around Y/N’s table. “ How much do you eat Y/N, no surprise no dress fits you.” - “It’s for not for me, it’s for Dean.” - “Did you really think a boy would want to be seen with you?” - “Yeah, especially Sam’s hot brother.” the 2nd girl added. Dean felt the anger boil inside him.

“There you are sweetheart.” Dean said a little louder than needed, he walked past the three teenage bullies. “Sorry, it was busy at the store.” He took the place beside her, pulled his arm around her, while his other hand holds her cheek. “Let me make it up to you.” Without warning he kissed Y/N’s lips. Leaving the other girls stunned. Then he turned to them “Friends of yours?” - “Not really” she said bold, that kiss and his arm made her confident. Dean waved them goodbye, while keeping his arm around her almost for the entire time.

Y/N her memory faded when she noticed Dean walking up to her. “Can I get the check?” He asked. “Sure” She smiled. “You know, I never got to thank you.” - Dean smiled confused, changing the subject “... hey, we are eh, staying in town a little longer. Why don’t you give us a call on your day off.” he wrote his number on a napkin and shoved it forward. “Well, I don’t know.” Dean still looked confused. “Are you planning on kissing me and then leaving me again, Winchester?” she flirted, leaving Dean startled.

“Ready?” Sam asked dropping a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “Eh, yeah, I-I'm ready.” By the time Dean got to the Impala he remembered every detail. He had kissed her to shut those mean girls up, he and Y/N stayed at the diner talked, laughed, way longer than he was planning, he just felt bad for her but the longer he talked to her the more he actually cared for her, by the end Dean realised why Sam likes her so much, she was really smart, funny and mature. She made him smile like no one had done in years.

He dropped her off at her house, but not before he kissed her again in the impala, “I, eh heard you have no date to the school dance yet.” He asked nervous. “No, I don’t.” Y/N’s heart was racing and her head spinning, is he really asking her what she thought? “Well, I-If you would like, I have no plans that night...” He looked up at her, she responded by pulling him in for another kiss.

He opened her door for her, pinned her against the car and asked her not to tell Sam yet. “I want to tell him myself.”

“Dean?” - ” Hm?” - “Why so quiet?” Sam asked in the car. “What? Oh nothing, nothing.”

The next day Sam and Dean split up again, Dean wanted to surprise Y/N after work now he fully remembered. But he saw Y/N and Sam walk out of the diner, holding a milkshake, she had her arm wrapped around Sam’s arm. They were laughing, too involved in their conversation to notice Dean at the corner of the street. He could see the two of them being the perfect item since they were so similar, he for some reason even forgot about her. He decided not to drag himself down and went for a drink at the local pub.

“You know, you never told me who the guy was who took you to the dance.” Sam casually asked Y/N while taking a seat at the bench in the park. “Wow, he never told you did he?” Sam looked confused. “Dean... He asked me.” - “Dean... my brother Dean?” - “Yeah... Please don’t tell me you’re going to mad at him? It was ages ago.” - “No, oh no not at all, it just makes sense.” Sam laughs sincere. “Why are you laughing?” - “He acted all weird yesterday morning, after seeing you and I can remember he spend all dad’s money, later he admitted it was on a dress for a girl, didn’t want to tell us who. And before leaving he snuck out.“ - “He brought that dress to our front door, with a note, telling you guys were leaving.”

The night of the school dance Y/N got nervous, she still had no dress but Dean told her not to worry. “Y/N!” - She heard her dad call out to her “Come down here honey.” The second she got the end of the stairs she saw her dad holding a bag, a black clothing cover. “I think this is for you.” He helped her open it. Y/N recognised the dress immediately. A little note dropped out of the bag. “I’m sorry sweetheart, our dad decided to move today. I wished I could see you in this dress, no doubt you will be the most beautiful girl. D.”

“Did you go?” - “Sorry?” - “Did you go?” Sam repeated the question. “No, I didn’t. I wanted but it wouldn’t be the same without my best friend.” She said bumping her shoulder to his arm. “You know, I really felt bad when you said you liked someone else.” He admitted looking shy at her. “But I’m glad it was Dean. He is a nice guy.” - “Ha, not what you said years ago.” - “Yeah, well in my defence he did get all the girls, even the once I liked back then.” He bumped her back. “I think he still likes you.” Sam casually said. “What? Oh, come on Sam. It was years ago, he didn’t even recognise me at the diner yesterday.” - “I’m serious Y/N he acts strange, his I like a girl but I'm afraid to say it, strange, call him.” - “You don’t mind?” She asked afraid of his answer. “No, not at all, to be fair, Jess is still in my heart and mind.”

Sam and Y/N walked back to the diner where she parked her car. “Oh my god... He still drives that impala?” She asked while crossing the street to see the car up close. “Dean’s baby.” - “Great memories.” She said looking inside the car. “Oh please don’t tell me... you two...” Sam looked disgusted. “What?” Then it hit her “Oh god, no Sam! Dean and I, we never did, never...” Sam looked relieved, he looked around “He is probably in that pub over there.” He pointed out. “It’s now or never Y/N.” He smiled like a child who had a secret. “Fine, I’ll talk to him.”

Y/N walked in, a little nervous, if Dean really hasn’t changed, he had found himself a hot girl by now. To her surprise he was sitting alone at the bar, drinking a beer while watching the game on the small tv above the bar.

“Hi stranger.” She smiled while taking the seat next to him. “Mind me sitting here?” Y/N asked when she saw his surprised face. “Yes, I mean no, no please sit.” - “I eh, I saw your car outside thought I’d say hello... Sam and I were at the park, reminiscing about high school. Would have been great if you were there” - “I saw you two when I walked to the diner, didn’t want to interfere your date.” - “Date?! Oh no Sam and I weren’t on a date.” -” Well, I think you two should.” Dean answered looking back at his beer. “Considering your history and both being really similar personalities and all.”

“I’m afraid a little too similar.” Dean looked up. “Don’t get me wrong, Sam still an amazing person... I like him, but I might still like his older brother a bit more.” Y/N was afraid to look directly in Dean’s eyes when she confessed that. “Even when he didn’t take you to the dance like he promised?” - “Even when he didn’t recognise me.” Dean felt his cheeks burn, “You have changed a lot.”

“It’s ok, deep down I knew it wasn’t the same for you like it was for me.” Y/N said without feeling any grudges. “At the beginning maybe, but after that day at the diner, after that first kiss...” Dean felt bold admitting this. “Please don’t tell me that you fell for the chubby girl?” - “I did.” - “You never do.” - “Oh I did, I fell hard, I used my dad’s money to buy you that dress! He was pissed!”

“Sam told me, you didn’t have to get into trouble for me.” - “at least you were the prettiest girl at that dance.” - “I didn’t go.” - “What!” Dean dropped his beer back at the bar. “My date and best friend were abducted by their father, I didn’t want to be alone.” She joked but was serious about the alone part.

After a few beers Y/N and Dean found themselves still at the bar. Laughing, joking and even flirting.

“As much as I don’t want this night to end, I have to go. I have an early shift tomorrow.” They both stepped out realizing it was late, the sun had gone down. “Let me drive you.” - “Don’t you think you had a little too much to drink?” - “Bullshit, I can drive get in.” He said while holding her door. Y/N got in and immediately recognized the same smell as all those years ago.

While driving Dean remembered their last night together.

Dean had asked Y/N to go to the movies with him; to his surprise she accepted. During the movie he couldn’t keep his eyes on the screen. He kept looking over at Y/N wondering how to tell Sam he fell for his best friend, for his crush. He felt guilty but couldn’t keep sneaking around with her. “Sam asked me to the dance Yesterday.” She whispered without looking at him. "What did you say?” Dean asked, shifting in his seat, feeling a little nervous. “That I liked someone else.” He could see her cheeks blushing. While his heart made a jump.

“Oh really?” - “Uhu, he is handsome, a little older, a real prince charming, I didn’t tell all that to Sam, obviously.” - “Well, tell me who is this prince I need to fight?” he joked while playfull attack her, kissing and licking her neck, which made her giggle. His lips found hers, the kiss deepened “Let’s get out of here.”

When they walked out of the theatre, holding hands, he saw his dad outside. He pulled her back hushing her with his hand on her mouth. “He has no idea I’m here.” he whispered in her ear. When he was out of side they ran to the car, and Dean drove them to an open spot next to the football pitch at their school. He pulled her closer to him, immediately kissing her again, seemingly not getting enough of Y/N.

His hand moved under shirt, over her stomach, making her clench up and pulling back.

Dean let go of her “Did I do something wrong?” - “I’m just not really comfortable in my skin.” She admitted shy. “Oh, I'm sorry sweetheart” - “it’s ok, I-I just never. No guy ever touched me like that. Probably because of my... size.” - “Don’t be ridiculous, you look amazing. I don’t get it why no guy ever took a change to be with you before.”

But Dean held back the rest of the night, making her comfortable again. Keeping it to kissing and touching above the clothes. He didn’t want to push her away, thinking she deserved to know not all man are the same.

The drive home was quiet and filled with tension. Seeing Dean driving his car made Y/N feeling warm and safe again. He looked the same but at the same time different, broken. He looked at her, noticed her staring. “Like what you’re seeing sweetheart?” She blushed, looking at her hands that were folded on her lap. “Sorry.” - “Don’t be, I like it, reminds me of the good old days.” he jokes.

“Here we are.” Dean said trying to sound neutral, but his heart beats fast. “Why don’t you come inside for a second, I have something to show you.” Y/N said very enthusiasts. Dean followed her up to her apartment giving himself a peptalk, thinking this may be the moment. “Wait here.” Y/N’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

He looked around, no pictures or signs of a man. “Great!” he mumbled. “What was that?” she asked? Dean flinched “Nothing!” He turned around to see Y/N in the dress he bought for her.

“Wow” Was all he managed to say. “It’s a little big, I know but I kept it.” She said while looking down at herself, not noticing Dean getting closer, “The first boy I ever loved gave it to me.” She looked up, meeting Dean’s eyes. Feeling the air shifting. “I never thanked you for the dress, did I?” Dean’s eyes flicked from her lips back to her eyes. “No, not really.” his lip pulled up in a half smile.

“Hm. In that case.” Y/N’s hands moved over his shoulder, neck, to the back of his head, feeling his hair move between her fingers. Pulling him closer. “Thank you.” she whispered against his lips before closing the space with hers. Dean still tasted the same as she remembered, his full lips felt even better than before. Dean’s hands moved up to hold her ribs, pulling her closer to him but letting go of her lips. “Remind me to buy you more dresses.” she smiled before he finds her lips again.

After a long passioned kiss Y/N spoke again, “I’m going to put on something more, comfy, mind helping me with the zipper?” She asked while turning her back to Dean. Knowing very well what she was doing. Dean moved her hair to one side of her shoulders, kissing the one that was showing, while unzipping her dress, letting it fall on to the floor. His hands roaming over her body, Y/N’s head fell back, letting out a deep breath, while he moved over to that one spot behind her ear.

“Still as beautiful as I remember.” He whispered in her ear while he held on to her hips. Y/N turned around finding his lips again, walking him back to find the couch. Dean sat down slowly, while Y/N took a seat on his lap, straddling him. Dean’s hands holding her hips, his finger brushing over her ass, it was the first time she paid no attention to her own body, she usually was very well aware of the stretchmarks she had from being fuller, but for some reason Dean made her forget all of that.

Their kisses deepen, hips grinding, breaths getting heavier, hands roaming each other's body, hungry for more... Until they were interrupted by the sound of Dean’s phone. Dean searched for his phone, “It’s Sam. He can wait.” Dean said tossing the phone on the other side of the couch, only to pull her back in for more, but his phone rang again. “D-Dean, maybe you need to pick up.” Y/N said between kisses.

Dean sighs picking up the phone, “Sammy?” - “Dean? I found the nest, where are you, I need back up.” - “I eh, I am... I’m on my way.” He said, while looking apologetic to Y/N. - “Brother in need?” she asked still sitting on his lap. “I’m sorry, I really need to go.” He kissed her, holding her face in his hands. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.” he said looking deep in her eyes, just to be sure she knew he meant it. She nodded.

"I’ll see you tomorrow.” Y/N kissed Dean and closed the door behind him, slightly hating Sam for ruing the moment, but over the moon, feeling the same butterflies as she felt all those years ago. Y/N got ready for bed, Dean promised to have breakfast at the diner tomorrow and to pick her up after her shift, so there was no reason not to get in her pj’s.

But by the time she got to the bathroom she heard a knock on the door. Smiling she yelled “Forgot something, Dean?” Only to open the door seeing no-one. She stepped outside to feel a presents behind her...

Dean pulled over at the motel he and Sam stayed, so he could pick up his brother, before taking down the vamps nest. “Really Sam, fighting a nest in the middle of the night, smooth timing!” - “I thought the fast we take them out the quicker we can move on.” the younger brother looked at his sibling putting the weapons and the machetes in the car. “Unless you have a reason to stay.” Dean gave his brother a dead stare before closing the trunk.

“Did you talk to Y/N yet?” Sam was curious. “Well, since you ask so nicely. We were in the middle of a... conversation, when you called.” he emphasised but keeping his eyes on the road. “That escalated quick.” Sam smirked. “I really think you should give her the benefit of the doubt and think, maybe, just maybe she is your ticket out of this life.” - “And leave you alone? No way.”

“Think about it Dean, we liked living here. This town, the people we were mad at dad for leaving, again.” - “You were always mad at dad, you left for college.” - “Y/N’s idea.” - “Really?” Dean looked over to his brother this time. “Y/N told you to go study law?” - “No, she told me that we were more than our dad wanted us to be. That we could do what we wanted. Bet she didn’t want you to be in dad’s footsteps.”

The rest of the ride the brothers were quiet. Sam’s words lingered in Dean’s head. Maybe there was a way to be with Y/N. He could tell her everything, no there was no way he would let her in to this life.

The Winchesters arrived at the old warehouse where the nest was. When they entered, they immediately saw Y/N tight up to a chair at the back, unconscious. “Good for you to show up, I figured since you two killed my girl, I might just take yours.” One of the vamps spoke. “It’s remarkable how the smell of humas linger on our dead. So easy to track them down. And like today we were very lucky to find us a little surprise.” - “Let her go you son of a bitch!” Dean growled.

Y/N heard Sam’s voice in a distance. “Y/N? Y/N wake up.” She slowly opened her eyes. “S-Sam? What happened. W-where am I?” She looked around, the haze in front of her eyes disappeared, she saw Dean chopping of the head of the last vampire, making her scream. “Hey, hey sweetheart, you’re ok.” He came running towards her. Y/N was too afraid to react, trying to wrap her head around the things that happened. Only moments before she lost consciousness again.

Dean carried Y/N to the car, the vampire drank so much blood she felt too weak even to stand on her legs.

The drive home was filled with awkward silence, Sam kept looking back at her trying to see how she was doing, but Y/N kept looking outside the window, trying to hold back the tears. Dean parked outside the motel they were staying, while Sam tried to help her out of the car. “What are we doing here? I thought you would bring me home?” Dean could hear the fear in her voice.

“Home isn’t safe now sweetheart.” - “And this motel is?” - “It’s just for the night, tomorrow we check out your place and if it’s safe we can take you home.” Sam answered in his sweet voice.

Sam supported her while they walked inside, her eyes roaming the place. “If there is anything we can...” - “I would like to take a bath.” She interrupted Dean, still not giving him a look. Y/N grabbed Sam’s arm again, “Can you give me a hand?” Sam looked over at his brother, hesitated before he answered “Eh, yeah sure.”

Sam filled the tub before helping her with her clothes, in any other situation Y/N would have felt embarrassed but after tonight she didn’t care anymore. Sam held her arm when she stepped in the bath. She could feel the warm water touching her skin, stinging at the small bite marks that covered her body. “Are you going to be ok?” Sam asked before leaving her alone for a minute. “I’m fine Sam, thank you.” Sam left de door slightly open, Dean still stood in the middle of the room, he looked at her while his brother walked toward him, seeing her back all bruised.

Y/N heard the brothers talk, “Why won’t she talk to me Sammy?” She could hear the pain in Dean’s voice. ” One, she just got ambushed by vampires. And two she saw you chop off someone’s head.” Sam took a deep breath. “She is probably traumatised, look at all the bite marks and bruises on her, they drained her, to the point of fainting. Give her some time.” He whispered knowing Dean meant well. “I’m going to get some painkillers and bandages for her.” He padded his brother’s shoulder. “Be right back.”

Dean leaned against the bathroom door. “Y/N?... May I come in?” He waited for an answer, but she didn’t respond. Dean slowly walked in kneeling next to her. He slowly lifted his hand to caress her hair. At first, she flinched but the second she truly felt his soft touch, she couldn’t hold back her tears. Dean shifted on to the side of the tub, her head fell against his thigh. He held her hand and stroke her hair with the other, while he whispered to her over and over reassuring words “Shh, you’re going to be ok, I’m here.”

By the time Sam got back he heard Dean and Y/N talk in the bathroom. As he walked over to take a peek, he saw Y/N in one of Dean’s old shirts while he towel dried her hair, or at least he was trying to. She was asking him questions about what happened, and he answered them honestly. Dean walked Y/N out of the bathroom towards his bed. “You need some sleep, take my bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.” he said while tucking her in. “Are you sure?” her voice was still very shaky. He kissed her head in response.

Later that night Y/N woke up from a bad dream or was it a memory. She looked around the room to find something to recognise, seeing Dean sleeping on the couch he looked so peaceful yet in a very uncomfortable position. “Dean? Dean?” She whispered, by the third time he woke up. “Dean?” He woke up startled rushing over to her. What’s wrong?”

Y/N opened the blankets, gesturing him to lay down next to her, doubtfully he crawled into bed next to her. For a second, they were looking into each other’s eyes. If the circumstanced where different he would have kissed her now. But instead, she pulled herself closer to him, her face was snugged against his shirt, she could hear his steady heartbeat. Dean’s chin touching her hair, he tugged an arm around her pulling her close. She let go of a sigh “I had a bad dream.” She confessed. “I’m here, try to get some sleep.” he kissed her head.

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