#like damn good morning to you too past hella

[celestialhole]

Simon Riley x GN!reader headcanons

Warnings: Contains NSFW content below the cut, read at your own risk! Sorta proofread, random as fuck but here's your din din. Thinking about Simon Riley who uses his kids as weights for him to lift while working out. Just for fun. He likes hearing his kids laugh and giggle. Simon Riley who gets hella annoyed when your family/extended family buys so much crap for the kids. "The bloody hell they need this for? Don't we already have the damn pool outside!?" Simon looked down at the huge box in their living room, it was a goddamn bouncy house for the little ones. "I dunno Si. We can put it in the frontyar-" "WE ALREADY HAVE THE BALL PIT OUTSIDE!"

Never really celebrated his birthday before meeting you. You started giving him presents, taking him out, and taking him back to hotels (or your home) to ride him til' dawn. Now that you have little ones you all plan a small birthday party for him since he's old and grumpy. You give him one of his favorite desserts, have all the kids pile on him, and show him some love it resulted in him counting to 5 before chasing them all down while you record all of it.

Will fantasize about what life could've been like if his family were still here with him, what it could've been like if they had lived long enough to meet you. He's sure his Mother and Nephew would've loved you, and his brother would tease him n' say something like, "Now you know how it feels, it ain't as bad as you thought huh?" He wished to God he'd get to experience that in another lifetime. In my world, he doesn't celebrate Christmas and we know damn well why. If he's been with you for a long time he'll find a way to make something for you to make it special or he'll buy you something you mentioned wanting a few weeks or months back. But don't expect him to place a big ass tree in his apartment. If you manage to convince him to buy a tree he'll buy it and maybe a few ornaments he likes but the rest you're buying. Riley totally tore that bitch up and trust me, he tried to stop her but it was too early in the morning for that and he didn't want the tree anyways so he just sighs, puts some tea on the kettle grabs his reading glasses and his favorite book, and just relaxes on the couch as his military dog is tearing up your 350$ Christmas tree. "Jesus fucking Christ what happened in here!?" You stumbled over an ornament as you walked into the living room. Simon was chilling peacefully on the couch as Riley held a broken branch in her mouth and they both looked as if there wasn't a shit tone of ornaments and small pieces of the tree everywhere. It looked like a cluster fuck in your living room. "Tree became a chew toy," Simon mumbled. "I can see that.. And you didn't stop her?!" You narrowed your eyes at him. "Tried to, then it fell and I gave up," Simon took a sip of his tea and turned a page of the book he was reading. "Oh for fucks sake Simon.." You rubbed your eyes and leaned against the wall. He glanced up at you from the couch with an amused smile and looked back down at his book. "...This is what happens when we don't listen to Simon says-" "I'm kicking you and Riley out." You cut him off.

I see this man with an uncut shave because he's too lazy for that shit, however, if he notices he has a whole ass fucking jungle down there he'll trim it and then leave it alone for another 5 months. A solid 7 inches when soft and hard. Girth? Lots of it. Saggy balls. The type of man who doesn't notice when you get something done (hair, nails, etc). When you ask him if he notices anything different he'll immediately look at your ass to see if those squats did you any good. Speaking of your ass he loves your ass. Flat or thick he's smacking it when he casually walks past you. If you're plus-sized or just thicc it's even better. Don't ever bend over with this man in your perimeter. And it's even worse when you're in front of him and walking up the stairs cause he's staring hard at it. When you bend over he's smacking it, groping it, caressing it, and if he's really bold he's sneaking a quick hump against it. It's all shits and giggles till he's in that position. And you never hold back either. Now he doesn't trust walking up the stairs in front of you because you won't stop poking his ass and he hates it he loves you anyways. Call him daddy and he's not gonna speak or look at you for the rest of the day. You've made him spiritually nauseous good job. HE'S A BODY MAN BUT IN MY WORLD HE'S A THIGH AND TUMMY MAN! Also, I can see him being obsessed with ya nipple piercings if you ever got them. But nipple piercings are one thing, a genital piercing IS ANOTHER THING. Mutual masturbation is a must on the weekend mornings. He'll wake you up with pepper kisses to your neck while his hand is rubbing your tummy, when you wake up he'll gradually run his hands over your chest and pinch your nipple before moving his hand down to caress your arousal. He sucks the skin on your shoulder and neck to pleasure you and when you turn over to stroke his already hardened cock, he groans and moves his hips to slowly thrust his cock along your hand while his fingers slowly speed up. Now imagine his groans + his morning voice. This man loves you with every fiber of his being and tries his very best to make sure you know he loves you no matter what, so don't even think about asking him if he'll still love you as a worm. He'll keep you safely tucked in the pocket of his shirt and feed you noodles. He doesn't give two shits if you're hairy, plus-sized, or "unattractive". He'll cross the Amazon or even Antarctica to eat your ass I'm just saying. Don't protest or even speak, just bend over and let him have fun with his beautiful partner.

[eris-snow]

𝐇𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮

✨When he comes back to the dorms late

Tags: bakugou x fem!reader, angst, bakugou's birthday series 2023

Bakugou isn't blind. He knows what date it is tomorrow

He doesn’t need you.

Bakugou aims another shot at a villain, gritting his teeth as he lets out a controlled explosion from the palm of his hands.

He doesn’t need you.

The more he says it, the more it becomes true.

He can cook better than anyone in his class. He can train and study without assistance. He’s on track to become a hero that surpasses All Might and there’s no way he’s going to let Damn Deku run ahead of him for long.

Bakugou doesn’t need you.

“That’s right,” He growls out at the cowering villain. “Don’t make me blast you to ashes. You and I both know I’ll do it.”

Best Jeanist’s team apprehend the jewellery robber not so long after.

“Let’s go,” He murmurs, walking away only to feel a tug back by the fibres of his garments.

“Not so fast.” The pro hero voiced.

Bakugou yanks himself out of Best Jeanist’s grasp, whipping around to glare at him.

“What the hell-?”

“It’s already past 9.00pm. I have granted your poorly thought out wish of staying on past working hours, but now I have to insist that you go home now.”

The blond growls at the Fiber Master quirk wielder. This bullshit again?

“ ’m fine.” Bakugou says flatly, adjusting his mask. “I ain’t making any mistakes, aren’t I? Stop fucking worrying.”

Best Jeanist shakes his head “Language,” He reminds gently, completely unfazed. “But I cannot allow this any longer. You have school tomorrow, and it is crucial that you have sufficient rest for your studies as well.”

Bakugou can’t help but scoff bitterly. Just a few weeks ago, he was telling Shitty Hair off for his lack of self disapline and poor sleeping schedule. Now look at him. He’s rearranging his entire fucking body clock to avoid seeing your captivating eyes and health-threatening smiles.

Your words echo of in his mind again.

“I don’t want a partner now.”

Fuck you.

He likes you, a hella lot, but he knows he shouldn’t persue you.

He’s developed feelings for you, but he knows shouldn’t be rash.

Fuck, even he doesn’t want a partner now.

But he wants you. What was so wrong with that?

All he wants to do is get you out of his mind so he can move on but-

“Don’t leave me behind,”

“Suit looks good on you too,”

“You mean a lot to me, Bakugou.”

He grits his teeth, shaking his head. There’s no getting you out of his head.

“Something is clearly bothering you.” Best Jeanist notes. “Head back to the agency and grab your things. You are dismissed for today.”

Bakugou’s heart leaps at the thought of going back to the dorms. “But-”

“You are dismissed,” Best Jeanist repeats, eyes narrowing. “Don’t make me repeat it thrice.”

For once, Bakugou’s feet move before his mouth.

--

So there goes his plan to camp out at his work agency. He was hoping to kill a little more time before crashing at the dorms, but Best Jeanist was right. It was late, and he was dead on his feet.

He pauses in front of the door of the dorms, hand raised. He’s not brain dead, he knows what day it is tomorrow.

Knowing you, you were probably planning his birthday out right now with those extras he guess he can call his friends. That’s just how you were.

Bakugou lets out a small grunt, rolling his eyes. Like he cares, he convinces himself.

He doesn’t need you.

The door opens to interrupt your sentence. “Look, Blasty’s finally home!” Mina squeals before the conversation freezes. Taking her lead, Kirishima continues.

“Yeah, man. Why are you home so late?” Bakugou only let’s out a tired noise as he marches his way to the lift.

“I’m going to bed." He deflects. "You should too, if you don’t want to fuck yourself over tomorrow morning.”

Somehow, you had decided that was the right moment to greet him.

“Welcome back, Bakugou.” You smile, “How was work?”

Oh, fuck everything he said.

He might not need you, but he yearns for you. So, so much.

At that moment, Bakugou can't help but imagine you doing that for someone else. He imagines you wishing someone good morning and checking up on them when they return home. You would smile softly with those pretty eyes of yours and listen to them with an attentive gaze, just like you always do for him.

No, no, no, stop he doesn't want that.

"It was good," He responds a little too eagerly. "I fought 3 v 1 for one of the battles. Those losers didn't stand a chance."

"That's amazing, Bakugou!" You breathe, and Bakugou squints a little because even though it's pitch black outside, your smile is just so bright.

His heart swells with pride, before he throws his jacket over his shoulder and plucks another cherry blossom out of his hair. "Thanks, Sunshine," he mutters, watching the lift door open as his heart cracks a little.

He can't have you.

Not now.

" Remember," He says, voice picking up volume. "Not too late, Sunshine."

Bakugou doesn't know if he's talking to you or himself.

--

You watch the door click shut, before letting a sigh of relief escape from your lips. "Thanks, Mina," You grin at the self-proclaimed Bakusquad, knowing smiles all plastered across their faces.

"So, about Bakugou's birthday..."

He seems...off, you think absentmindedly. That's how Bakugou has been for a day now. He's not ignoring you, but he seems quieter now.

And quiet was almost never a good sign for the constipated Pomeranian. You'll have to check up on him tomorrow.

But for now, you have a birthday party to plan and a gift to wrap.

[ashes-writing]

stranger things ● the new girl pt 7 ● g.emerson

warning

heaaavy kissing / saliva shared. petnames (bunny, sweetheart, angel), PDA, a lil angsty but sweet, there is/will still be bullying, confrontations, smoking/ w**d / alch + parentless house parties cos teen drama/romance, total absence of sci fi plot and no deaths. 1 through 3 did not happen, either. Gareth is aged to 18 so.. season 4 = his senior year.

<- reader/you is female, with female parts, clothing/personality/hair/petnames and nicknames. this is self indulgent, when is it not with me, and i am.. not even a little sorry either.

word count

2762 exactly. for any missing context part 6 <- click to read.

summary

He pulls you onto his lap and you lock eyes, swallowing down a huge lump the second it starts to build in your throat. “Gareth?” you question, confused.. Because it hasn’t quite clicked for you.

taglist + shoutouts

-- taglist is here <- click to be taken to the doc and added. if you're here for eddie/steve or other characters and you don't want to be tagged in my Gareth writings, please lmk.

@tbmunson bestie. babes..babeeee. i love you sooooo much and i really hope you're having a good day today. also, this may be hella fluffy, oops rip. your daily reminder that you inspire me.

@littlestarfighter03

@nana90azevedo you are toooo sweet, omg. your comments had me giggling and kicking my feet and you don't know how much they mean to me, you really do not. thank you!

@allelitesmut

@chaoticcancer

@caravelofthesun

@dylanwritesgood

@eddiemuns0nl0ver

@just-a-blue-nerd

@slyisbehindyou

other links

masterlist ● gareth's masterlist ● about + rules

You’re settled in on the sofa with a stacked plate of grilled cheese and Sprite. Young and The Restless is just starting but you can’t pay attention, your mind won’t just shut down like you want it. You keep thinking about what happened at school this morning. And it’s not even the rumors -or Molly choosing something you told her, a traumatic time for you, to use against you and hurt you when it’s not even true.

It’s the fact that no thanks to these stupid rumors starting up all over again, you’re almost absolutely certain that by the time Gareth Emerson hears them, he’s going to write you off like so many others in the past.

And you don’t even blame him, it’s not like you were a thing. You wanted to be with him. Everything feels a little better when he’s around. But now, you think to yourself, that’s likely not going to happen.

You take a few shaky breaths and wipe your eyes. 

“I’ll get her back.” you mumble.

You’ve only just taken a bite of the sandwich and it’s like sandpaper in your mouth but you refuse to just not eat. You’ve just tossed the sandwich back onto the plate for now when you hear a vehicle door slam shut.

,, probably just the lady next door.” the thought comes and you turn your attention back to attempting to follow the storyline of the soap opera, sipping your Sprite. And you don’t even realize you’re crying again until you feel the warmth of tears slipping down your cheeks again.

The silence in the house is almost oppressive right now. It’s crushing.

A little too thick, a little too much. You’re overthinking everything. 

The door’s being knocked on and you jump a little at the burst of sound as it intrudes.

“Damn it, guys.” you mumble as you slip off the couch. You’re not even bothering with the formality of actual clothing because you’re at least 90 percent sure that it’s just Mari, Edie and Adi because they called earlier and even though you told them you were fine a thousand and one times, they said they’d come over later. After school.

So you’re not expecting to throw open the door to your parents house and find Gareth Emerson standing on the other side. Leaning in the doorway, filling up the frame. 

“G-gareth?”

His cheeks are on fire and he doesn’t have the first fucking clue what to say. But he knows you’ve been crying, from the looks of it, you’ve been crying since you walked out of school earlier. He steps up to you, pulling you closer by the hips. “ ‘S okay.. C’mere, bunny.” he’s quiet. Coaxing you right into his arms which he wraps around you. You break. And you’re crying all over again, soaking the white part of his Hellfire shirt in inky mascara tears. All he does is stand there and hold you, hands moving up and down your back to soothe you.

You’re choking up as you tell him everything, all of it. Including every single rumor that went around about you at your old school so he’d have context as to why you’re so upset right now. 

“Hey.. Shhh.” Gareth coaxes, gripping your jaw to make you look up at him because even though it’s killing him to see you this upset, he wants you to know that he doesn’t believe anything Molly’s been saying to anyone who will listen all day. He had a grand speech well-planned and rehearsed on his way over, but.. He’s in front of you right now and that’s all gone out the window.

,, She loves you, man. Do somethin’. Fix this.” the thought comes and it’s what prompts him to pick you up, step into the house as he’s holding you in his arms. You’re deposited on the couch and he goes back to your front door, shutting and locking it.

You’re still making an attempt to process why he’s even here to begin with, Hawkins is really, really small.. Surely he had to have heard everything Molly started up all over again -or some twisted and over the top version of it. He seats himself on the sofa again and pulls you close. Lets you lay your head on his shoulder. And for a long pause, minutes that drag out to hours it seems, you both sit there in total silence. You’ve calmed down just a little, he can hear and feel the way your breath has leveled out.

“You’re missing lunch, Gareth.” you mumble quietly. He glances down at you and shrugs. “It’s not a big deal. They were having that congealed whatever anyway.”

“O-oh.” you stammer around the O and take a shaky breath or two. And you can’t take it anymore, you have to ask the question.

“You uh.. You’re here. And still talkin’ to me.” you go quiet, the question you were about to ask falling flat because you got halfway there and you realized that maybe you don’t want the answer after all. 

It clicks for him then. The one thing you were most afraid of. Probably a big reason you left school walking after you got out of the principals office earlier. And normally, he wouldn’t even let himself have the teeniest sliver of hope but he heard you say everything you did out of your own mouth this morning. 

You’re in love with him.

And he’s in love with you too.

It’s something he’s still trying to get his head around, even now as he sits here in your living room.

He pulls you onto his lap and you lock eyes, swallowing down a huge lump the second it starts to build in your throat. “Gareth?” you question, confused.. Because it hasn’t quite clicked for you.

His hand raises, rests against the column of your neck. The pad of his thumb rolls over your cheek. “I didn’t believe her.”

You blink. “You..” you go quiet. The relief washes over you in waves and you’re shifting around in his lap. Trying to get comfortable without  invading his personal space too much because you’re just so afraid to do anything that might mess everything up right now. Gareth’s hand lowers and both arms wrap around your body, pulling you against him completely. He keeps his arms around you and you lean your head against his shoulder, your nose nuzzled into the side of his neck.

You don’t mean to blurt it out when you do but it comes out anyway. “The worst part about all of this was that I was afraid you would believe her and I…” you go quiet because you stop yourself when you realize you’re probably just about to say too much. Your face hidden in his neck, you can feel the way his pulse is beating strong and steady and you focus on that. Calming yourself down.

“You what, bunny?” Gareth asks after a second or two of trying -and failing, to pull himself together because the way you’re melted against him while sitting on his lap is definitely having an effect right now and the last thing he wants is to make things weird or awkward. “C’mon. You can tell me anything, okay?I-I mean it.”

You nod. Sit up a little and now you’re staring down at the way your bodies connect as you sit in his lap. “I didn’t wanna lose you.. Because of this. I’m..” your breath catches in your throat before you can get anything else out and Gareth raises a hand, gripping your jaw so you have to look at him. “You’re..” he prompts quietly, “Just say it.. Please?”

“ I’m in love with you.” you mumble, swallowing hard as you say it. “You don’t.. Like.. you don’t have to feel the same way, it’s okay if you don’t, really, I–” your words are cut off because he leans in, his mouth collides with your mouth, a thick pink tongue splitting your lips to massage alongside your own after he’s ran it over your teeth. One of his hands leaves your hips and tangles up in the thick mess of hair on your head, tugging your mouth  deeper until you’re breathless and he’s panting, trying to catch his breath without breaking the kiss because right now, it’s the last thing he wants to do. “What if I wanna, bunny? What if I feel that way too, huh?”

“You.. you do?” your words are swallowed by the slow and steady deepening of the kiss and as the shock starts to wear off, you both pull apart to breathe and stare at each other. Wild eyed and breathless. You raise a hand, settling it against the column of his neck as you continue to try and process what he’s just said.

It changes everything.

Unless he doesn’t want it to, you think to yourself, the thought makes you frown just a little and he picks right up on the little frown, leaning forward, into you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothin, it’s just I..” you laugh at yourself. ,, do not push this. Just let it happen. Stop trying to push for more. “ 

You shove the thought out.

“C’mon.” he coaxes, “Talk to me, beautiful girl.”

And he’s doing it again, he’s making you look him in the eyes. And it’s him, you can’t keep anything from him, it’s nearly driven you crazy to keep your feelings hidden the past few weeks. You swallow hard. “I wanna be.” you trail off because it’s so hard to blurt it out right now. “Your girl.” you finish softer, voice barely a whisper. But he hears it and he shifts the way he’s sitting because he’s trying not to have a raging boner in the middle of a very delicate situation because he wants all his focus to be on you and what you need right now.

“You..” he’s trying to process. He feels like he could fly, what you’ve just said is everything he wants too. His hands slide up and down your sides before settling on your face. His forehead meets yours and he chuckles quietly, cheeks burning hot, a feverish blush covering his entire body. “ You wanna be my girl? All mine?”

You nod. You can feel your skin burning. You shift in his lap because you’re trying to get closer, you’re trying to get ready to hide your face in the side of his neck again. But then he’s guiding your mouth back to his own, greedy. Hungry. A kiss filled with teeth as they nip your lips and tug until you feel aching, bruises raise to the surface of your soft pout. As the kiss breaks, he pulls away and he’s just staring at you. Quiet. Trying to process everything because today has been a whirlwind.

“You are, bunny.” he mumbles at last, leaning into you all over again. His forehead against yours and big blue eyes fixed intently on you. Your hand raises, fingers clutch against the front of his Hellfire shirt, gripping to pull him in even closer, his mouth deepening the kiss, his tongue massaging yours lazily. You’re giggling quietly through the last of your tears. 

“I think everybody ganged up on Molly. She left cryin.” Gareth mutters against the crown of your head when the kiss breaks for a while and you settle in against him. You look up, nodding. “I should’ve just punched her this morning.” 

“But it’ll be okay now, alright? I mean that.”

You take a few shaky breaths and you nod because you know. He isn’t lying. He does mean it.

He’s probably the only person you actually feel like you can trust.

“Gare?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?” he’s staring down at you, a pounding heart and the only thought in his brain is that he’s the definition of a lucky bastard. He caresses your cheek and you open your mouth only to close it several times. You’re frustrated with yourself, he can tell. Your cheeks are pink. He leans down to press a kiss against your hairline. “Just say it, ‘s okay.”

“C-can I come with you? You know… to your Hellfire thing? Don’t wanna be..” you start to say you don’t want to be alone but it’s still very much ingrained deep in you that you’re pathetic if you need someone, a holdover from all the times you’ve had to tell yourself that just to keep from trying to reach out, trying to let people in.

“Course, bunny.” he answers and you smile up at him. The two of you settle in, the television becomes mostly background noise until Gareth leans forward, reaching out for the remote you’ve sat on the low table in front of the sectional, bringing you with him as he leans. You give a weak laugh and he kisses the bridge of your nose. “How d’ you even watch this crap, angel?”

You shrug. “General Hospital is better but Helena, that bitch was on today and she annoys me so..” you laugh softly, the laughter dying away as soon as you realize blue eyes are locked on your lips and he’s leaning in all over again.

“I’m never gunna be able t’ stop doing this.” he says it as if he’s apologizing as his mouth meets yours and you sigh into the kiss, your mouth falling open to accommodate his tongue’s invasion easily. “I’m never gonna want you to stop.” you admit, breathless.

–

The door to the drama classroom opens and Eddie chuckles to himself. “You finally make it, Emerson?”

“What the hell happened?” Mike Wheeler asks, fuming to himself about having to wait to start the campaign as Gareth flips him off and takes his usual seat at the table after he’s dragged up a chair so you can sit beside him.

“Everything okay?” Eddie asks, gazing at you in concern. You smile and nod. Just the slightest hint of color creeps into your cheeks. Doe eyes settle on a few telling marks on both your neck and Gareth’s neck and he locks eyes with Gareth to mouth, “Finally?”

You’re toying with the necklace he slipped onto your neck and Eddie catches sight of light glinting off of the silver skull, nearly choking. 

He nods to Gareth, calls his name when he realizes Gareth isn’t actually paying attention. “Emerson, hey.. C’mere, man.”

Gareth wanders over to the side of the classroom Eddie’s standing on, staring out the window.

“What?”

“She’s wearing your necklace. Wanna explain? Did you fuck? What happened?”

“Later, man. But no. No, we  didn’t, okay? But..” Gareth chuckles quietly. “She is my girl. Mine. So none of that stupid flirty shit, alright?”

Eddie chuckles, and he’s snickering until he sees the stern warning look in his best friends blue eyes. “Her little friend the future librarian.. Uh.. she’s more my speed, dude.”

Gareth nearly chokes at this and he’s gaping. “Since when?”

Eddie blows out an exasperated breath and he’s stammering, he’s grumbling and he’s tugging at his hair. “We uh.. We may or may not have had words earlier… I-In the hall. She was goin’ t’ go into the bathroom and kick in the stall door on Molly before she left. Maybe I calmed her  down. Either way, I physically prevented Molly’s murder and Edie, she uh.. She was not happy about it. How’s somethin’ so cute so goddamned murdery, dude?”

Gareth’s doubled over laughing by now because of all of the group, Eddie Munson is the last person one would think gets flustered easily, but here he is. Face all flushed, stammering over his words. Frustrated beyond belief. “Oh, it’s bad bad.” Gareth says it as he stops laughing.

“Fuck you, Emerson.”

“Can we start the damn campaign now?” Mike Wheeler is frustrated.

“Keep your goddamn pants on, kid.” Eddie replies, giving the black haired boy a stern look. Gareth sinks down into the chair beside the one he dragged over for you to sit in and you lean in against his side, resting your head on his shoulder as you sit in on the beginning of a new DnD campaign.

And from what you’re seeing, it definitely looks like a fun game. You’re just not entirely sure you’d ever be able to come close to grasping the complex rules and the thought of an entire character you’d have to come up with, well.. You know you couldn’t do that.

But it’s fun to watch your boyfriend.

At the thought, your heart’s fluttery all over again.

Gareth Emerson is your boyfriend.

This is.. Not how you saw the day ending, not at all.

[bluest-planet]

Some fun Mexican HCs for Miguel as a mixed Mexican/Salvi first gen American person (don't take these too seriously I haven't read his comics so sorry):

Being Hidalguense I am claiming him for my state >:) suck it Michocanos, Oaxaqueños, Poblanos, Yucatecos, Morelos, Leonés, Potosinos, y Jaliscienses! (And every other state I missed lol.) ((Also this is a BIG joke of course he can be from any state lol))

Not only does he love empanadas but he also loves Pastes. Basically the same thing but better imo. I feel like he'd like Mole Verde, papa con carne, and tinga the best (totally not projecting)

Ik he's from the future and raised by his Irish parent (?) But that man has eaten barbacoa somehow. Idk when Idk how but he has. Bonus points if he's helped in making with friends or smth but I doubt it.

Has tried pulque and does not like it. Loser for this.

Has fished mojara in a shallow lake with his bare feet and claws I bet. Enrichment. I feel like he'd totally know how to skin and gut em to cook but he's also... From a cozy looking futuristic world so maybe he's too modern to get his hands dirty lol.

Tried tenango embroidery at some point as a hobby. Did not work out.

Big fan of drinking atole in the mornings instead of coffee.

Has the weird ability to tell when it's gonna rain. Cause it's always raining in Pachuca lol.

Maybe he visited or stayed in Mex for a hot minute for mission and came back he was friendlier, saying good morning and other pleasantries more often bc the older folks there would constantly say hi to him in buses, streets, shops whatever. (It's actually kinda nice. It fosters camaraderie between strangers in public spaces 100% recommend being friendly to strangers more often.)

Likes fresh juice and agua frescas. Particularly fresh OJ and agua de jamaica.

On that note he also likes fresas con crema. He makes a good bowl and doesn't share with the kids (all of whom try to steal a bite cause it's simple but good)

Starting to realize this is all about food.

Uh

MOST DEFINITELY HAS A PAIR OF NICE HUARACHES and a good leather belt. Necessities.

Do you think he'd have that stereotypical Mexican dad sombrero/cowboy hat? I think it would be so funny if he did but probably not lol.

Doesn't like soccer (yes I'm American ik I'm being a traitor by calling it that) so he gets another loser point for that (not that I like it either tho so like. Same hat.)

One of those customers that somehow knows when the panerias just finished baking a good batch and comes back with bags full of fresh bread for the commissary/as a reward.

My man's just likes carbs okay.

Actually I don't think he'd last very long in the campo.

Spent one night in a rual town and came back covered in bug bites in the worst places (bad experience he also has now.)

One bite was on his eyebrow and got hella swollen and red. Avoided the kids at all costs while it was healing so they wouldn't roast him.

Scolds miles for his spanglish but never offers to correct him so he embarrasses himself. (I'n a teasing way)

Miles picks up on Mexican slang from him like Ashcale doña! Me calle gordo, tragasolas, nada pescadito! and more. He also picks up on saying: "aguas!" As a warning/heads up like Miguel.

They talk shit about others in Spanish in the rare moments they get along.

Miguel always wins at loteria.

Does that thing older relatives do where they sit and talk to each other for hours outside on a sunny humid day breaking and eating countless peanuts and/or walnuts. Then sends the kids with pocket change to buy some homemade popsicles from an old lady down the street that are the best damn popsicles you'll ever eat in your entire life for only 5 pesos. But only when they actually get over their issues and bond.

Certified glass bottle guava bong! Fan. If you know u know.

[storiesofsvu]

Happy Thursday!!

Okay but what kind of person takes out that much cash at a street front atm at night, with ear buds in?! I get anxiety going to the bank in broad daylight. LOL

“4am isn’t morning, it’s still last night.” THANK YOU. Lol. We are one and the same

I need to start paying more attention to this show and potentially start writing for Shaw cause holy fuck

There’s a whole lot of AI shit going on in these shows this season… interesting that it’s being used to help (so far at least) on one and the downsides being shown on the others…

Okay damn… never even thought about ai videos being used as evidence… it’s really gonna be the end of us all, isn’t it?

Woof! That maroon coat?! Thank you wardrobe!

Okay, apologies, I ended up missing a good chunk of the ep to make dinner, lololol. Just know that dinner was delicious and worth it (and something new!) though now I have a pile of dishes. Ugh.

Svu time!

Okay yeah so thank god we’re not leaving the Maddie case behind like it didn’t matter to liv.

GIRL! Please don’t just run into traffic, you know better.

Serious question… do fitbits/heart rate monitors work if they’re over your clothes?

Velasco’s sweater looks hella cozy. I honestly want to steal all of his clothing lol.

We’ve had way more talk of profiling, behaviour analysis and shit on this show in the past little bit… are they trying to be criminal minds? Cause like… that show already exists.

Tell me why olivia’s “fin and I will keep working all night if we have to” made my brain immediately jump to mean girls “we will keep you here til 4…” LOL.

You know…. I will say, with less cops around at least carisi’s getting more screen time even though we never go to court.

Honestly… liv isn’t great on the stand and she never really has been. She lets her emotion and anger show through way too much. I get the idea/direction of that but also… if she’s always so snippy while testifying how is she allowed to demean her squad members for the same thing?

This kids a good actor

Alright, onto OC

 AHHHH I FORGOT ABOUT MELINDA AND HER NAME JUST POPPED IN THE CREDITS FUCK YEAH

“I meant at home” “I’m fine, we’re good” okay, so y’all are still married it just hasn’t been mentioned in a while.

Oh PLEASE, as if Elliot wouldn’t get an ego boost over younger officers calling him sir. He always wanted to be in charge, he thinks he’s in charge of OC half the time already.

I do not trust this officer guy, there’s something sus going on

Okay… how did this dude get hurt enough to end up in the icu?? He was halfway across the street when the blast hit?

Im screaming, crying, throwing up over that Melinda scene!!!!

First off: she hasn’t changed at all, the writing, the performance, the little quips where she’s all “yeah I can’t conclusively tell you what you want to hear,” she won’t fib and risk her job and we love her for it. Also the vulnerability from stabler?! What?? incredible. also her face when he hugged her, the ultimate confusion and tensing up “what… is this for?” LOL. Imma need more of her in the future on this show!

Is this other captain a “frenemie” or an ex girlfriend? Sus.

 “glad you’re in therapy” homeboi, that is WHERE YOU SHOULD BE TOO.

“that’s a shame, I always liked angela, what’d you do to her?” LOL. BERNIE. I love you.

Well this isn’t good….

There was absolutely no way shape or form that none of those cops went into that warehouse and DIDN’T think there would be a bomb…

[lovely-pedrito]

Love In Real Time

ꕥWord count: 2.2k

ꕥWarnings: Afab!reader x Joel Miller, no outbreak!tlou, semi-modern era since smartphones exist, alcohol consumption, age gap (reader is mid 20s, Joel is mid 30s), sexual pining/allusions to smut but no actual smut, the smallest bit of angst, buncha fluff, no use of y/n, idk it’s a good time

ꕥA/N: I’ve had this done for several days but for whatever reason I didn’t feel confident enough to post it. I’ve changed a lot but if I keep sitting on it I’m afraid it’ll change entirely so here it goes lol. Also this is hella inspired by the song Love In Real Time by The Maine so if you wanna listen while reading please do ^^

You had no clue what the hell you were watching. It was some kids show, that was obvious, but in your slightly intoxicated and frankly exhausted state you were entirely perplexed. The last time you had checked the clock it was well past one in the morning and you were starting to think you might be glued to the couch watching various dancing shapes for all eternity.

Most of your weeknights were spent babysitting your neighbor’s daughter until her father came home, and tonight was no exception. Although, you were typically in your own home, in your own bed far earlier than tonight. You found out several hours ago; however, that tonight would be different.

You were sitting with Sarah around the dinner table, eating her favorite pizza and listening to her spill her elementary school drama when your phone rang. She gave you a confused look as her father’s name lit up your phone. You shrugged and answered the call.

“Hey Joel. What’s up?”

You heard a sigh on the end of the line. He cleared his throat before he began, “So I’m gonna be home a little late tonight.”

“Okay. How late?” You checked the time. The screen displayed 10pm.

Another sigh, “I don’t know. Tommy’s been drinking and long story short I gotta bail him out so it’s gonna be a while.”

“Tommy?” You were surprised at the mention of Joel’s younger brother, “But isn’t he in Kerrville?” You had known Joel for essentially all your life, and by extension, you’d known Tommy and Sarah for the same length of time, essentially becoming part of your own family. And so, of course, you were aware that Tommy was across Texas visiting some old friends for a few days.

“Yeah.” He was frustrated, understandably so. Joel had a habit of investing all of himself in his work, spending ungodly hours pouring himself into contracting and leaving little time for him to do much else besides spending time with his daughter. Most anything else? A distraction in his eyes.

He continued, “It’s two hours out so it’s gonna be a bit. Do you uh…do you have time to stay with Sarah tonight?”

You smiled and looked at the young girl across from you, “Of course. We’ll have a good time.”

Joel let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Bless you, sweetheart. I’ll keep you updated okay?”                    

The pet name didn’t go unnoticed by you, springing butterflies in your stomach. You’d had feelings for Joel for a while, but it’s not like you could actually do anything about it. He was roughly ten years your senior, not to mention you couldn’t even guarantee he felt the same--so there was no chance you were going to make that move first. There were too many variables. You were comfortable with what you had, even though you secretly wished for more.

“Sounds good. Be safe, okay?”

He let out a noise akin to agreement and hung up. A pair of big brown eyes blinked up at you expectantly.

“Your dad’s gonna be home a little late. What d’ya say about watching that new movie you’ve been dying to see?”

She let out a squeal of excitement and immediately dragged you to the living room, pizza now long forgotten. As you two sat down on the couch, she snuggled into you. You never gave much thought to having children, but damn did you love Sarah like she was your own. She was such a sweet girl it would be nearly impossible to not love her. You spent the next hour zoned out as some action movie played that you were only vaguely familiar with, running your hands through Sarah’s hair as her eyes were glued to the screen.

Sarah fell asleep an hour into the movie. She hardly ever stayed up late and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t surprised. Being careful not to wake her, you lifted her up and carried her to bed. You placed a quick kiss to her forehead before returning to the couch. You checked your phone absentmindedly.

Nothing from Joel.

With nothing else to do you walked to the fridge, pulling out the liquor that Joel graciously let you store at his house and sat in front of the TV mindlessly scrolling through channels and drinking far more alcohol than you had intended. And so, hours passed with you feeling a pleasant buzz, somehow landing on and watching a children’s television show.

You weren’t aware of the unanswered texts on your phone, nor were you aware of the sleep-deprived man that entered his home several feet away from you. Joel walked into the living room and immediately froze as he looked at the TV, his brows furrowing as he glanced from you to the screen. “What the hell are you watching?”

“I’ll be honest, I’m not entirely certain.” Your words were slightly slurred which you were only vaguely aware of, but he noticed and couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. “But I’m kinda liking it. It’s calming.”

Joel emitted a hum, sitting down on the couch next to you. “Sarah in bed?”

“Yeah. She’s been asleep for a few hours.”

The man let out a grunt and you took a moment to turn to him, shamelessly looking him over. Joel was always attractive, but recently it seemed like he’d been putting more effort into his appearance. You couldn’t quite place what, but you could tell he was doing something different. Maybe it was his slightly more form-fitting clothing or the way that he started styling his hair. A part of you wondered if he was trying to impress anyone. You squashed the jealously forming in your chest before you could dwell on it long. It wasn’t like your place anyway. You had no right to be jealous, but damn you just couldn’t help it.

A loud ding from your phone rang throughout the room. You saw the old messages from Joel before you saw the new ones, briefly apologizing to him before groaning at who the more recent messages were from. You tossed your phone down, not bothering to look at them any further.

“Everything okay?”

You ran a hand over your face, “Yeah, just some guy I’ve been talking to recently.”

Joel went quiet. “Oh. Didn’t realize you were seein’ anybody.”

“Well we aren’t really seeing each other, just talking. I think I’m kinda over it though.”

“Oh yeah?” Joel chucked, relief internally washing over him, “How’s that?”

“I mean, he’s cute or whatever but something about him just seems kinda weird. Like, the first time we talked he told me I gave him virgin vibes. That’s weird, right?”

Joel tried to hide a smile but admittedly was losing the battle, “Yeah that’s a little weird.” He shook his head, “Can’t imagine saying that to a woman. Must be a younger man thing.”

You shrugged, a giggle leaving you, “Could be.”

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you. Amidst your buzz, you had no clue about the thousand different thoughts that were wracking Joel’s brain.

“Are you a virgin?” He didn’t even realize the words were coming out of his mouth until he said them, and he prayed to whatever being that might be listening that he didn’t overstep any boundaries.

Your brows furrow, a slight smile playing on your lips, “Why? Do I actually give off virgin vibes?” Before he could respond you started to giggle at how ridiculous it sounded. “Virgin Vibes is for sure like the name of some shitty scented candle.”

He borderline wheezed, equally amused and thankful he didn’t make things awkward between the two of you. Maybe he had the alcohol to thank for that.

“But no, I’m not, just so you know.” A smile graced your lips, “Interesting to know that’s how people perceive me.”

Joel awkwardly shifted in his seat, suddenly feeling hot. “Well I don’t know if I’d say that. People--I mean…y’never know.”

You chuckled, his awkward charm always somehow making your feelings for him intensify.

“Oh, shit I totally forgot to ask; how’s Tommy?”

He raised his eyebrows and shifted again. “He’s fine now. Went out with his friends and all got wasted. Got into some fight but he’s home now.” Joel shook his head, his jaw tense, “Third time this shit has happened now. Told him this was the last time I’m bailin’ him out, but I don’t think he believes me.”

You shifted your body to face him, your knees making contact with his in the process. “The breakup been that bad?”

Joel’s eyes fell to the floor, “Yeah. It has been. Know you never met her, but Tommy was crazy about her. Never saw him like that with anyone before.”

You really wished you had something more profound or comforting to say, but before your brain could veto the words they tumbled out of your mouth, “Damn. Breakups are rough, huh?”

He laughed, not expecting such a response from you either. His warm eyes found yours and made your stomach flutter. It was a beautiful sound and you were really hoping that you weren’t giving him the heart eyes you felt like you were giving him.

You were.

It had maybe been a year or so since Joel started noticed subtle changes in your behavior towards him. Nothing significant, but he became hyper aware of every lingering touch and longing look you sent his way. He wasn’t even fully sure you were aware you were doing it. Joel may not have been on the dating scene for a while, but he could read a woman. Especially you.

You didn’t know that he had been fighting with himself the entire time. You were gorgeous, witty, good with Sarah. In any other situation he would’ve made a move years ago. But god—did he not want to made things awkward. The more time that had passed, though, and now, with how beautiful you looked with a goofy smile on your face, his resolve began to break down.

Fuck it, he thought.

The man leaned closer, moving a strand of hair out of your face. He watched your breath hitch and smiled softly. Your eyes moved to his lips, biting your own as you shamelessly imagined how soft they would feel.

A sly smirk ghosted his lips, his voice gruff, “Hey.”

Your own voice was barely above a whisper, eyes snapping back up to his, “Hey.”

“You’re beautiful, sweetheart.” He watched your eyes soften and face blush, his confidence growing with your involuntary responses.

You opened and closed your mouth, trying to find anything to say but simply overwhelmed by Joel being so close to you. Your brain was short circuiting and you felt pretty confident he could tell. He chuckled, moving his hand to cup your face and press his lips against yours. Your eyes shut immediately, leaning into the kiss and placing your hands against his clothed chest, grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer.

The noise of satisfaction that Joel made was muffled by your lips. And he fucking loved it. In his mind, he was punching the air. All those years he had spent dreaming about you and what your lips could’ve felt like didn’t even come close to just how soft and warm they were. It made his brain immediately wonder how soft and warm the rest of you would be. He groaned into the kiss, trying to reel his thoughts back in but failing. He was only a man, after all.

Joel’s hand that wasn’t on your face tangled through your hair, dragging you closer to him still. He halfway didn’t believe it was happening, afraid that he would wake up any minute. But here you were, whimpering into his lips and letting him slip his tongue in your mouth. Letting him get to know you in all the ways he hadn’t had the privilege of yet.

His hands dropped to your thighs, lifting them and dragging you into his lap, giving you a quick kiss. He brushed his nose against yours, his touch trying to ground you. It flattered him; really, how much he could see he was affecting you, but he wanted you to feel safe and taken care of and, unfortunately, you did have alcohol in your system. He knew it wasn’t enough to inebriate you, nor nearly enough for you to make decisions you wouldn’t make sober, but he wanted you to remember all of him. To choose him.

“How ‘bout I take you home pretty girl?”

You whined, not wanting to move an inch away from Joel. You knew what he was getting at though, and although most of you was now sexually frustrated, a small part of you did thank him for wanting to wait. He took your hand and helped you gather your things before walking you to your house, lingering outside the doorway like shy teenagers experiencing young love for the first time.

The man held your hands, trying to find the right words to say as you yawned comically loud. He smiled and dismissed his thoughts. You smiled back at him when he gave you a kiss on the cheek and ushered your tired form inside. You both hated to say goodbye, but you’d be seeing each other the next day and were in desperate need of rest.

Joel had waited years for you. Now that he knew you shared his feelings? He could wait a little longer. And honestly? So could you.

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Soft "Get to Know You" Asks! 1. What song makes you feel better? 2. What’s your feel-good movie? 3. What’s your favorite candle scent? 4. What flower would you like to be given? 5. Who do you feel most you around? 6. Say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical). 7. What color brings you peace? 10. What’s something you’re excited for? 12. How are you? 13. What’s your comfort food? 21. If you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be? 22. What would you say to your future self? 23. Favorite piece of clothing? 24. What’s something you do to de-stress? 25. What’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.) 28. Hugs or hand-holding? 29. Morning, afternoon or night? 30. What reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?

1. What song makes you feel better?

Depends on what kind of upset I am. Music that reflects my mood tends to level me out emotionally because catharsis. I'd say-- and this is a song I very rarely listen to --"On a Good Day" is a song that just grabs my heart different than any other.

2. What’s your feel-good movie?

"Tangled" if I'm feeling animation, "The Princess Bride" if I'm not.

3. What’s your favorite candle scent?

"Den of Thieves" from Cantrip Candles. (Smoke, Red Wine, Aged Leather)

4. What flower would you like to be given?

I LOVE chrysanthemums

5. Who do you feel most you around?

Toss up between my best friend, and my therapist.

6. Say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).

Hey, this is a trick! That's six things!

Okay, I've got pretty eyes, fairly straight teeth that have never needed work, and my hair looks damn good no matter what color, cut, style, or level of bed-headedness. It is very agreeable.

I'm charming, I'm clever, and I'm so goddamn funny.

7. What color brings you peace?

Robin's egg or steely blue

10. What’s something you’re excited for?

I'm going to see IDK How in concert in April!

12. How are you?

Pretty fine, thank you! Cold. It's not supposed to be cold here.

13. What’s your comfort food?

Matzo ball soup. Or chicken and dumplings. Put balls of flour in any gravy, sauce, or broth and I'm there.

21. If you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?

Please oh my God. Stop. Just. Cease.

22. What would you say to your future self?

Do it, bitch. I dare you.

23. Favorite piece of clothing?

I have a maroon t-shirt I thrifted. It definitely used to just be a plain t-shirt. But someone bleached a detailed depiction of buff Hello-Kitty on the front. It says "Hella Kitty"

24. What’s something you do to de-stress?

Showtunes in the shower. Adult beverage and aggressive music while I cook. Long night walks with a cigar and headphones.

25. What’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.)

Playlist. Oh my God. A playlist. My first love burned me 2 CDs in high school. She wrote the names of all the songs and drew little pictures on the discs. I have one of hem a decade later. I made playlists specific for my and other people's D&D characters in multiple games. I made playlists for their interpersonal relationships. Playlists are my love language.

28. Hugs or hand-holding?

Hugs! I love long hugs (when I'm feeling up to it). Hugs put the focus on that moment and that touch. Hand holding often feels restrictive to me.

29. Morning, afternoon or night?

I love all 3 depending on the day. Consistently afternoon. Sleep in until afternoon? Awesome. Afternoon nap? Indescribable. Afternoon is when my regulars come in, and I'm almost off work. Afternoon is not too early, but still plenty of time to do things in the day.

30. What reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?

This one umbrella I have with a devastating origin story. My previous therapist gave it to me. It is probably my most meaningful possession.

[12gaugefalls]

Isn't it lovely?

(Bo Sinclair x @ninakuli)

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A/N: this is for @ninakuli but y'all can read it too! Im so sorry it took me so long to post this but I hope you can forgive me?? I hope you all enjoy!

Tw: hella angsty, language, arguing, Jonesy gets kicked but shes completely fine and the tourist gets what he deserves, Boham is his own warning, Ninas chaotic self. Let me know of anymore.

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It had been a long summer day, Ambrose had turned into a hell scape with how hot it was. But it seemed the heat wasn't the only thing that was boiling. Bo hadn't been feeling his best for the past few days, the heat had only amplified it, and nothing seemed to be going his way. First, Nina had pushed him off the bed at some point in the night and he had woken up on the floor. Second, Vincent had beaten Bo to the kitchen, something that rarely happened, and had drank all the coffee Lester makes before leaving in the morning. So, he had to make a whole new pot. Third, Jonesy had started barking at a leaf again, causing Bo's already bad headache to get worse... It really seemed like the world was out for him today.

Nina had seen that Bo hadn't been feeling his best and apologized profusely when she found out she pushed him off in her sleep, he had just brushed her off. So, to help him feel at least a little better, she started to do things that would help Bo out. Cleaning, doing laundry and even tidying around Ambrose! She called Lester to pick up some of Bos favorite beer so he could have it after work.

It was all going to plan... Until it wasn't..

Three tourists were brought in, completely unannounced. Lester hadn't seen them come through due to getting beer for Bo. So when the two women and one guy came into Bos shop, you could imagine how surprised he was. He quickly texted Vincent to tell him and of course got no text back, Bo sent the two girls up to the House of Wax, while he 'talked' to the guy. Turns out the guy was stronger than Bo thought or he was sicker than he thought.

The man had been injured but so had Bo. Jonesy had gotten into the mix trying to help him and ended up getting kicked by the tourist. This is when Bo lost it, he was already not feeling good, his day was shit, the tourists came in unannounced and then one had the audacity to kick his dog?!

Needless to say Bo saw red..

When all was said and done Bo texted both Nina and Vincent just as Lester was pulling up. Bo turned around and started to yell at him, asking him where the hell he had been. Lester had tried to explain to him that he was just out getting something but accidentally slipped out it was for Nina. He hadn't said that it was technically for Bo.

Nina and Vincent shortly arrived, Jonesy hot on their trail (she had run off when Bo went ape shit), when Bo caught sight of Nina, he started to yell at her too. Blaming her for Lester leaving his post and endangering them all. At this point, Nina started to cry, she had just wanted to do something nice and ended up getting yelled at for it.

"I'm sorry! I-I just wanted to do something nice!" She cried out.

"And what the fuck could be so damn important for you to call Lester about it?!" He screamed at her. "CANT YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT?!" Nina took off towards the house after that, Jonesy leaving after giving Bo an ugly look, leaving the three brothers standing in the middle of Ambrose. That's when Lester and Vincent exploded.

"You know she called me to pick you up some beer, right?! She was trying to be nice!" Lester shouted before hitting Bo's arm.

"And she's been doing things around the house and around Ambrose all day!! Hell, she even cooked dinner!" Vincent signed quickly. The more and more his brothers talked, the more Bo felt like an ass. The two eventually stopped their ranting and Lester looked at him.

"You betta apologize to that sweet girl before I kick your ass.." And Bo knew he would do it, so he started walking back up to the house.

Bo had never been good at apologizing, not even to his own family. So he was lost on what to do, by the time he got up to his bedroom door, which was shut by the way, he still had no idea what to say. But he still knocked, hearing the soft sniffles behind the door only served to make him feel worse. A soft 'come in' was heard before he opened the door.

Nina was sitting on the bed, hugging Jonesy close. Jonesy, who gave him the dirtiest look Bo had ever seen a dog give, only moved closer to Nina.

"Look, darlin... I'm sorry I yelled at ya.. I didn't know you were trying to do somethin nice for me and.... Im sorry alright?" He was trying his best and thankfully Nina saw that.

"I really just wanted to help.. I didn't mean to make it worse.. I'm sorry" Her voice was soft as she spoke.

Bo sighed as he sat on the bed, moving Jonesy out of the way and pulling Nina into a hug, which she gladly returned. "I know you're sorry, sugar, but you don't need ta be. This one's on me. I'm the one at fault and Im the one who's sorry. Do you think you could forgive me?" He gently pulled her face up to look at him.

"Always..." She said softly. "I'll always forgive you, Bo." Bo pressed a small kiss to her lips as she said that.

At least not everything went wrong today... <3

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A/N: Okay... Wow that was one of the longer ones I've written but I think it turned out great! I hope you like it and Im really sorry it took so long again @ninakuli please forgive me! But I hope you like it!

And please suggestions and feedback are always appreciated! Have a lovely day/night!

[anna-neko]

gonna absolutely be that "old lady shaking her walker, and screaming how olden days were better" for a minute here.....

There is a very specific thing I very much miss, and its the... well... lack of streaming. Scheduled programming! (be it both visual or radio. .... the radio one is whole 'nother rant, fuck ClearChannel/Viacom etc etc)

now don't get me wrong - i freakin luv the ability to watch some ancient b/w telly, carefully pumped pixel by pixel into my phone from the library server at 2:45am....

but its the fact Boring Dystopia today doesn't let you escape algorithms & their endless grey sludge

so like... TV! My set cannot pick up regular airwaves signal w/out additional "digital bunny-ears" or something similar. Most stations have switched to digital signals years ago, this is fact.

Back in the day you could flip on the telly, and have the choice of a few local channels. You got your usual local affiliates: FOX, WB, ABC, UPN, NBC, CBS and of course PBS. plus that one endless shopping network

Even as background noise you'd still end up getting all sorts of good stuff with different ads, local news flashes, whatever sitcom was running would have "on the next..." and you'd be like "heeeey, Friends is still making new episodes? and this channel still shows it?" Might hear about some movie didn't know existed because it was mentioned as scheduled for Saturday 8pm eastern, 7 central in that last ad-break, but the visuals in this tiny clip looked neat so might try to see it.....

what can i do today tho... Lets see, there's the option of a bunch of streaming shit. It requires a quick app d/l (again, don't get me wrong, TUBI and PlutoTV are a+ "thank fuck u exist" kinda things) buuuuut ... you can't just leave it be. Even the ads are somehow ... grey formless sludge. The same 3-5 shitty things that are determined by algorithm, never any variation. No news-teases, no trailers for movies coming to theater/streaming soon.... who'da thought would miss the damn Wendys new breakfast deals or local (local) car dealership promos

but no, with a streaming 'oooh wait, 'app' you gotta either scroll thru the shitty UI menu to pick what you wanna watch specifically... or in case of Pluto chose a channel.... Which will be just One Thing on a loop too (like a channel of nothing but Addams Family. nothing but The Walking Dead franchise. nothing but SailorMoon episodes) If you chose an episode of a show, and put away the remote it will just keep jumpin to next episode of same until it runs out...

.... i miss times of day influencing what was on. The kinda shit running during "primetime", early morning cartoons, early-noon little kids targeted shows, mid-afternoon soaps and bullshit talk shows, vs "middle of the night" The silly station eye-catches (TNT...dun dun dun, we know drama), ads for gushers mixed in with quick weather updates as the channel hopes you'll tune in at 10pm for the News. I miss discovering new (new to me!) shows or movies but flipping a channel. Disney Channel used to air ANCIENT b/w Alice Comedies or those utterly ridiculous 70s bebi Jodie Foster movies at 1am. AMC was full of old movies (pre-70s stuff mostly), TLC stood for "the learning channel", MTV and VH1 were 2 distinct separate entities showing actual ~ try to contain your shock ~ music videos. and if u were hella lucky, you'd glitch into (or it was free preview month) MTV2 which was for the alt rock vids!

_________________ No i don't miss the ancient shit like TV set that had round knobs and the numbers only went to 13. The horrid static noises. I don't miss VCRs (needing to rewind, hoping the tape hasn't demagnetized, or deteriorated frm too much use etc) . Fuck, don't even miss Blockbuster w/ their exceptionally ruined DVDs that wouldn't play past a certain point and them just goin "oh well, sorry...." and doin fuck-all

whoda thought would be missing an actual structure of some sort, running all sorts of diverse shit in pre-programmed blocks on set schedules. There was a human touch, the human element to it

[chaotic-simp707]

RATING ANIMES BASED ON MY OPINIONS PART 1:

WARNING: Cursing and SPOILER

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Kuroko no basket - 10/10 This is the second sport animes i watched in the past AND DAMN THIS IS GOOD ASF! It may be unrealistic(cause of the zone and other things) but i like the light moods and relationships they have here. The ending tho i'ma cry my ass of-

Slam dunk - 10/10 I havent finished this yet but uhm.... All i can say is this is more realistic compared to kuroko no basket... And also they all be relatable asf- This one deals with darker themes

Haikyuu - 999/10 idk what to say abt this one yet i have many things to say... I fking love this anime!!! First of all, The relationships, animations, battles, and backstory are damn good. I remember i used to watch this anime in like- 3 am in the morning 💀

Spy X Family - 9/10.... NOW NOW PLZ CALM DOWN- 😭😭😭 This is my opinion and i dont want y'all to attack me with this one- But for me... I think spy x family is kinda.... Uhm... Overhyped..? I'm not saying i dont like it! But its more of overhyped for me. I saw the comments first and they were all damn hyped.. so i have high expectations... But when i watched the anime i kind off didn't got the uhmm.. how do i say this.... The vibes? I dunno- but overall the animations and their family are so damn sweet 😭

Tokyo revengers - 100/10 IM STILL WAITING FOE THE SEASON 2 JSJAKAMSSB ITS SO GOOD 😭😭😭 AND ALSO THEIR TRAUMAS DAMNNNN, When i saw the 'its mikeys fault' meme i was like 'who tf is mikey?' and then procceed to watch the anime. ITS ALL KAZUTORAS FAULTT 😭😭😭😭. The plot and the songs are- 😩👌✨

Hunter X Hunter - I HATE THE ENDING/10 JWIZOAKAMAJHSHS FUCKING ENDING I HATE THE ENDING AHHHHHHHHHH PLS MAKE MORE 😭 this is fanfictions purposes. To finish what is supposed to be done 😩. I LOVE GON AND KILLUA'S FRIENDSHIP PLSSSSSSSSS 😭😭😭 I WANT MOREEEEEE

Assasination Classroom - My tears/100 AHHHHH THE ENDING OF THIS TOO 😭😭😭😭😭 I WANNA CRYYYY 😭 I KNEW KOROSENSEI WOULD DIE SOMEDAY BUT WHY AM I STILL CRYING 🥹. Also, I. Fucking. Love. Karma. Akabane

One punch man - 100 punch/10 This. THIS! Many people dont like this anime cause they said saitama is too overpowered and shits but for me. I like this. Cause even though saitama is overpowered, he still have problems. His emotions, his being overpowered is also the problem itself, his non-existent happiness, and his hair-

Naruto - 99.5/10 Y e s. Naruto is my childhood anime and i friking remember every moments of it(exaggerating). Personally, i like naruto more than boruto because of the adventures, battles, characters, backstories, trauma, etc. Theres more to say but all i can say is UCHIHA ITACHI IS MY FAV CHARACTER NO ONE CAN CHANGE MY MIND

My hero academia - ...10/10 tbh i stopped watching this- 💀 I left the fandom a long time ago and then was surprised that deku now became the new spiderman, bakugou maybe dying, the traitor in the ua?, Deku becoming crazy and wtf is happening-

Jujutsu Kaisen - sukuna's fingers/100 I. AM. WAITING. FOR. FKING SEASON TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO DAMN I LIKE THIS ANIME The animation, the feels, the hawtness 😩👌. Love them all

Demon Slayer - ....me crying again but blood this time/999 JSIAKAMSNSHSY WHY WHY WHY 😭😭😭😭 i know it has a good ending but why did they have to dieeeeeeeeeeeee???

Mob Phsyo 100 - 10.5/ 10.... Damnnn the actions, battles, humor, character developments, and pacing are so damn good 😩 Love it!

Tomodachi Game - brains/100... My brain is not braining- 😭😭😭 This is hella good and full of trauma. The facial expressions, relationships, big brains and backstories are cool asf. Im having a rollercoster of emotions with yuuichi- 🗿. Also KEI SHINOMIYA YOU HAWT PIECE OF HUMAN

Shadow House - Kids/100. Full of trauma ✅, cute kids ✅, powers ✅, none faces humans ✅. Y e s

[0x1addictsong]

The Tale of Tea～♡

2. Caffé Latte

She woke up by the sound of alarm. Putting it on snooze she checked the time, it was 5:30 am. Getting up from the bed she went to take a warm shower. She didn't really liked shower in this early morning but being fresh is important for her working schedule.

She went out of shower & dried her hair before pulling it into a casual pony tail. Opening the fridge, she knew there will be nothing. Thinking of having something sweet at cafè today, she left her apartment.

"So, what did i missed yesterday?"

Fei her co-worker, actually more like a best friend started to teasing her.

"What do you expect?"

Hyong replied with a question & continued,

"Nothing special at all."

She finished & started wearing her apron.

"Come on man, be a little frank & ask him his name."

But she just ignored her & went back to her work.

It's not like she never tried asking his name. But he chose to be silent & went away after giving her a glance.

She wasn't very fond of embarrassing herself again.

She was an introvert, well you can say with some people. It depends upon whom she's with. But she's extremely introvert in front of that weird guy. & about Fei? Yeah by her actions anyone can tell, she was hella extrovert.

The bell rang again indicating it was a customer. Hyong knew it was him because it was 6:48 already.

"Ok, so now he had added glasses too."

She thought to herself.

He reached the counter but she didn't move. The guy frowned. She couldn't see his face but she knew he was confused.

"Out of all drinks, why tea always?"

That time she also didn't know from where did she gathered so much courage to ask him.

Fei walked past her giving her a sleepish smile. Hyong looked back at him as he pulled out his big damn glasses.

Now she could clearly see his eyes, because of some reasons his bangs weren't all over his forhead.

She didn't fail to notice how beautiful his eyes were but more like, it was telling her to mind her own business.

She sighed & went to made his order. When she came back to gave him his tea.

He uttered, "I'll have a caffè latte too."

Wait, WHAT?

DID HE JUST?

Did he just freaking said a whole sentence?

& Also he asked for her favourite drink?

Hyong was freaking out inside but managed to act normal.

"Okay Hyu, relax it's just a coincidence."

She whispered to herself making his order.

Going back to the counter, she put his orders on the table. He payed & spoke after eyeing her badge,

"Have a good day, Miss Hyo"

Then left the drink on counter & winked before walking out.

She suddenly couldn't feel anything.

"What's with him today?"

She murmured still shocked.

"Seems like someone is in love~"

"Stop making me cringe, just go away." Hyong uttered.

Giggling, Fei went back to her work.

"Did he really ordered this for me? But how did he know about my favourite drink?"

She was like very confused.

She went back to her work before finishing her drink. But couldn't really focus on her work properly.

Her mind was thinking about his wink & the way he pronounced her name again & again.

"God, i'm going insane."

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We're reaching to good part, so please bear with me ಥ‿ಥ... Also i'll make it longer with every chapters, so don't worry. If you see any mistakes feel free to share...

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Synopsis : Hyong was a normal graduated girl who was living her boring life in Vietnam, working in a café with her co worker & best friend Fei. Being uninterested in everything, she suddenly grew curious about this one wierd guy, who always used to come at the café, at an exact time, & would order a tea, wearing all black, showing nothing but just his eyes. Where will Hyong's curiosity for the stranger take her? (Or not really a stranger...?)

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[doesnotloveyou]

Back in California I lived in the foothills and on my way to work in the mountains there was this section of highway that essentially went straight up and down. Old cars would just grind getting up this thing. There was a vegetable seller who would haul his whole mobile shop up that mountain every morning, and if you got stuck behind him it added another three minutes to the drive. Nice guy, I never blamed him, he was just commuting like me.

Getting up that hill in the morning was like a daily boss battle. Some days you barely noticed it, others you couldn't wait for it to be over.

At the end of the day though, exhausted, usually repressing anxiety over rude people or what my household would be like when I got home, I'd jack up the tunes and drive back to that hill for the return trip, wondering if it might be better to just drive past home and keep going (I did this frequently and made excuses later).

Halfway to that hill, this song would start. I'd sit forward, take a deep breath, and try to countdown. It had to reach "CAN'T STOP ME NOW" just as I reached the crest of that hill. If i knew it wouldn't I'd restart it or speed up or slow down the car so it would match. I'd get to that crest, the lyric would hit, and I'd throw the car into neutral and just coast straight down that hill as fast as I could. The highway would curve as it went down which meant going over 70mph made you feel centrifugal force pulling on you and it was exhilarating.

The best part was that I could then coast another six miles of highway before putting it back in drive—gas went from $3 to $6.50 while I worked there, sooo...

Any day where traffic was clear I would do this. Back when my shifts ended at midnight I didn't have this song, but I would still do this because there was no one around. damn did it feel good. everything here is too flat to replicate that feeling. Michiganders drive hella slow too, like, i know you got nowhere to go, but don't you want to feel something? lol

[hella1975]

GODDDD I FORGOT HOW GOOD THIS ONE IS POUR ONE OUT BOYS

[babyboibucky]

Salt, Sugar and Viruses

Pairing: Office!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You’ve been secretly making coffee for Bucky at the office.

Word Count: 1,962

Warnings: Two idiots just doing idiot things

A/N: This was done in a haste so I kinda hate it lol but I can’t get this story out of my head and thanks to @bitchassbucky for pushing me to write a full fic of this 🥰 luv u 🥺

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"You have a crush on Barnes' grumpy ass?!" Sam choked out.

You angrily hushed him and frantically looked around the pantry to make sure that your secret was still safe. Fortunately, only you, Sam and Nat were inside having your respective afternoon breaks.

"What? He's nice. And cute." you told Sam as you stirred your coffee, smiling to yourself at the thought of your office crush, Bucky.

"How'd you even meet him, he works all the way at the IT department." Sam asked.

Nat snorted recalling the encounters she witnessed for the past few months. Some of which were unintentional but most of them? You had carefully planned out just so you could come up with an excuse to request for Bucky's assistance.

"She might have gotten viruses in her computer once...or twice. Or thrice." Nat teased.

The first time you met Bucky was when most of your files suddenly got corrupted. It was hella embarrassing because you didn't know shit about how computers worked and well, you've been illegally downloading torrents since the office's internet connection was a gift from the internet gods. Without a doubt, your computer was a nest for viruses.

Bucky showed up in your floor that morning and you almost sunk into your seat from shame. You'd heard the IT Department complain about everybody else in the office messing up their computer systems. When you turned around, Bucky greeted you with a charming smile and soft hello. You could still remember how he felt when he stayed behind you as you sat on your chair, bending over to take your mouse in his hand.

God, he smelled so good you almost turned your head to nuzzle your face into his neck.

He was very soft-spoken you realized; Bucky was kind enough to walk you through the process and to be honest, you couldn't recall a damn thing he said. Something about firewalls? And shields? Whatever, you didn't really listen. You just stared at Bucky as he explained everything, solving your problem in less than fifteen minutes.

Since then, your crush for Bucky grew bigger. You'd entered the elevator together a couple of times, shared small conversations that made your heart flutter. When those little moments didn't seem enough, you started your devious plan to fuck up your computer a bit. By the third time Bucky fixed your computer, he was already comfortable enough to tease you for being a "virus magnet".

"Hello? Young lady, come back to earth." Sam snapped his finger right in front of your face, interrupting your thoughts.

You clicked your tongue at him and swatted his hand away. "If you ever tell this to anyone, Wilson. You are dead." you warned, poinitng a finger at him.

Sam rolled his eyes, "It's so unfair how he's kind to you. Last time I requested for his assistance he got all smug and grumpy at me." he complained.

Nat shook her head in amusment, "That's because you've been downloading porn. You know the IT department can access our browser histories, right?"

You choked on your coffe, "WHAT?!"

Nat narrowed her eyes at you, "You been up to no good for you to react like that?"

You faceplamed, "I've been stalking his Facebook account."

Sam chortled, "What are you, in high school? Jesus, calm down. You're gonna be fine. Why don't you just tell him you like him?"

You made a face, "I'm not Nat to have the guts to do that."

Nat hummed, bringing her mug to the sink to wash it. "Why don't you start by making him coffee?"

"I don't know how he likes his coffee."

You received a pointed look from both your friends. You groaned in defeat, "Okay, fine. I know how Bucky likes his coffee."

Nat smirked, "Stalker."

-

Bucky always arrived in the office half an hour before nine in the morning. This gives him time to settle into his cubicle, buy a sandwich at the stall downstairs and to make himself a cup of coffee. It was his daily routine and upon going back to his desk after buying his breakfast sandwich, Bucky was surprised to see a cup of newly brewed coffee on his desk.

He looked around but there were no signs of anyone. There wasn't even a note of some sort. Carefully, he brought the cup to his face and inhaled its scent. Shrugging, he took a tiny sip.

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"How's the little secret admirer doing?" Nat asked, grabbing a chair and sitting down beside you.

You deadpanned, "I've been leaving him his coffee for an entire week now and nothing's happened yet."

Nat frowned, "Are you kidding me? Why would you expect for something to happen when you haven't been leaving any clues?" she said.

"I'm shy, okay?! Maybe I should hide somewhere, check for his reaction. See whether I have a chance." you shrugged.

It was stupid of you to leave the coffee on Bucky's desk. You never stayed to wait for him. You just left it there without a note or anything that would even give him a clue about you and your little crush on him. You knew the reason why, of course. You were afraid of rejection. Sometimes, you'd feel like you have a chance with him since he was always so kind and warm to you. Not to mention, everyone in the office knows him to be grumpy but around you, he was totally the opposite of that.

But then again, maybe he was just nice to you because you were nice to him too.

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One morning after leaving Bucky his coffee, you finally decided to leave him a note. You ran back to your cubicle to get a post-it and a pen. Before you could even walk around your desk, you spotted Bucky headed over to the pantry, the cup of coffee in his hand.

"Fuck, okay. Maybe I should just directly ask him out?" you thought to yourself.

You quickly followed Bucky into the pantry and almost whined when you saw that Sam was inside as well. You widened your eyes at him, signalling for him to leave but Sam was preoccupied on observing Bucky who seemed to be in a bad mood.

"Rough morning?" Sam just had to ask as you awkwardly stood by the doorway, finding the right timing to butt in.

Bucky's forehead creased as he let out a huff, "Rough weeks, actually." he answered.

You opened your mouth to say something comforting, wanting to lift Bucky's spirits up but he turned around and glanced at you and then back to Sam.

"Does anyone hate me in this office?" Bucky asked.

You and Sam exchanged looks, both of utter confusion before shaking your heads in unison. "Why'd you ask?" Sam asked.

Bucky lifted the cup of coffee that you made, "Someone's been making me coffee." he stated.

You cleared your throat, "...is it bad?" you asked.

Bucky made a face, "Terrible actually."

Ouch.

"I mean, the first time I saw it I was actually flattered. And then I took a sip and it's just...salty." Bucky said, pouring the coffee into the sink before throwing it into the bin.

Sam's head snapped towards your direction, his face almost red from biting back a laugh. Your face heated up at the realization that you've been putting salt into Bucky's coffee instead of sugar. All this time. You wanted to disappear right then and there. And Sam had to be the one to witness your huge failure.

"I thought it was a mistake since the next day, there was another coffee on my desk. I tried it out and it's still salty. It lasted a week, you guys. And I was dumb enough to keep on tasting it in hopes that it might have been a genuine mistake. But now I'm starting to think that someone hates me that much to fuck my coffee up." Bucky explained, face scrunched up into a mixture of irritation and curiosity.

Sam failed to stifle his laughter and exploded, "Funniest shit I've ever heard." he told Bucky before standing up and making his way to the door where you stood.

Your face was red and if the salt and sugar mishap was already humiliating enough, Sam decided to make things even worse for you.

"You really need to check the labels before pouring shit into his coffee." and with that, Sam gave your shoulder a squeeze before leaving the pantry.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself. When you opened them, Bucky was staring at you with an expression you couldn't paint.

"Did you...were you the one leaving me coffee?" he asked.

You secretly pinched yourself in the arm to check whether you were just dreaming. Fuck, you hoped you were having a nightmare but the pain that you felt made it clear that you totally fucked up.

You nodded in embarrassment.

"You hate me that much?" Bucky asked in disbelief, as if he was offended that out of all people, it had to be you.

You quickly shook your head, "No, God no! I just...it's because I..." you stammered, trying to find the courage to spit out the words you've been dying to tell Bucky.

Bucky tilted his head, "Because you...?" he urged.

Your hands balled into fists as you let out another deep breath. Bucky probably hates you right now, but whatever. This was your only chance and to hell, you were going to confess.

"Because I like you?"

You didn't think that Bucky's confused look could even turn more...well, confused. But he was looking at you incredulously as though you've grown a second head, or a third head.

"You like me so you decided to put salt in my coffee?" he asked again.

You honestly didn't know who sounded even more stupid now, you or Bucky. Because if he still didn't understand what was going on, he was dense as fuck.

"No!" you explained. "I wanted to make you a decent cup of coffee but I guess I was too careless and didn't realize that I've been putting in salt instead of sugar." you said.

Bucky didn't say anything after that. He just stared at you, but he didn't seem confused anymore. If any, he looked like he was processing the entire situation.

"You like me." he stated again.

Will your embarrassment ever end?!

"Yes, Bucky. And I messed up my chance and you know what? I'm just going to show myself out and leave you alone." you told him and forced a fake grin before attempting to walk out.

A hand gripped your wrist, pulling you back into the pantry. This time, Bucky was the one who looked embarrassed.

"I might have...done something pretty stupid too." he said, avoiding your gaze as he rubbed the back of his neck.

You eyed him suspiciously, "What do you mean?"

"I uhh...I did something to your computer...the day before you requested for my assistance for the first time." Bucky admitted shyly.

It was your turn to get muddled at Bucky's confession. "But why?" you asked.

Bucky offered a shy smile, "Because I've been seeing you around the building and thought you were cute."

And then everything clicked. It was a light bulb moment for the both of you.

"Oh. Ohhh okay. I see." you said before suddenly breaking into laughter.

Bucky joined you and scratched his head, "I guess we're both idiots." he said, placing his hands inside his pockets as he stared at you.

"This went...way more interesting than I thought." you said with a nod.

There was a pause before you decided to speak up, "So, do you want coffee?"

Bucky beamed at you as he nodded, "As long as you'll use sugar this time."

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[avanatural]

Sweet Cheeks

Part 2

Summary: Y/N occasionally hunts with the Winchesters. Dean has been wanting to make a move on her for a while now, and he could have sworn that she’s into him as well. But what happens when Dean finds out that his brother has a crush on her, too?

Pairing: Dean x female Reader

Series category: Angst, fluff, smut, 18+

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: Drinking, pining, morals getting tested, Dean’s self-hate

A/N: This written from Dean’s POV. It’s part 2 of a series that I have planned. I hope you enjoy it!

Part 1 | Series Masterlist | Dean Winchester Masterlist

Dean’s POV

“Then what is it?”

“Sam... He likes you, okay?”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “What?”

“I’ve been waiting to make my move on you… But, he’s my brother, Y/N. I’ve already stolen enough girls from him.” I chuckled bitterly, remembering how much he hated me back when I hooked up with his prom date.

Her eyebrows moved closer together. “But… How do you know?”

“He told me.”

She nodded, looking like she was lost in her thoughts. “Are you sure?”

I sighed. “Yeah, I’m sure. Just… Don’t tell Sam I told you, okay?”

“Yeah, I promise. I’m...” She was hella confused, I could basically see the gears spinning in her head. “I guess I’m gonna...” Y/N pointed her thumb at the door.

I frowned. “Yeah. Look, I’m sorry, Y/N. If this was different...” But it wasn’t different.

She opened the door. “That’s okay, Dean. Good night.” Just before she walked out of my room, she turned back and said, “You’re a great brother.”

Then why did I feel so bad?

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The next morning, I was sitting in the kitchen with my first cup of coffee. A very much needed cup of coffee. I’d been awake for most of the night, thinking about Y/N and the talk we’d had. Still couldn’t believe she was into me. Should have made my damn move sooner. Before this whole mess.

I heard light footsteps and looked up to see Y/N walking into the kitchen and straight to the can of coffee I’d just made. “Good morning,” she smiled at me, as usual, but there was something different about her.

“Mornin’, sunshine. Sleep well?”

She took a seat on my opposite, cup in hand. “Could have been better, to be honest.”

“Yeah, same here.”

Our eyes met and I knew we could both tell just why the other hadn’t been able to sleep.

“Sam still asleep?”, she asked and took a sip of her coffee. She didn’t usually drink coffee, so she really had to be tired.

“No, he already went for his morning run.”

“I’m gonna leave today.”

I was about to take a sip of my own coffee, but put the cup down instead. “What?”

She fumbled with the rim of her mug. “I don’t think I should stay here. I don’t want things to be weird between all of us.”

“What happened to hunting together?”, I asked.

“You got any lead?”

“Well… No.”

“Donna asked me if I want to join her on a case. Looks like a couple of ghouls. I think I should take the offer,” she said. 

“I get that. But… You’ll be back, right?”

There it was again – that sweet smile that looked kinda sad. “Sure. I just… I don’t know how to act right now.”

I averted my eyes. “Will you at least say goodbye to Sam?”  

“Of course, I will. He’s my friend.”

My eyes shot back up at her words. Friend. “So… You don’t have any feelings for him?”

“Oh yeah, because I always go for two brothers at once,” she joked, “No, I don’t have feelings for Sam. I mean, I do, but-“

“The friendly kind,” I finished for her.

“Yeah.”

“Shit, and I told him to go for it,” I mumbled more to myself than her.

“You did?”

“Yeah. I mean, he’s a good guy.”

“So are you, Dean.” She looked at me with those kind eyes, making me wish I could believe her.

“But Sam, he… Even after all he’s been through, I think he’s still got a chance to be normal. To, you know…”

“Get out of the life?”

“Yeah.”

“What, with me?” She looked bewildered asking that question.

“You deserve a normal life, you know.”

Y/N sighed and smiled bitterly. “Don’t we all? I’m past the point of return, Dean. Much like you.” She placed her hand on top of mine on the table and squeezed. “You and I, we’re gonna go down guns blazing.”

I bit my lower lip, the thought of her dying a bloody death one day making me feel depressed. I managed to get out a chuckle, almost cringing at how tense it sounded. “Yeah.”

She suddenly seemed uncomfortable with the turn our conversation had taken and pulled back her hand. She cleared her throat and moved to stand up, her cup of coffee already forgotten. “I, uh, I’m gonna go pack up.”

I nodded, even though I knew she didn’t have much stuff to pack. My eyes followed her when she left the kitchen.

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When Sam walked into the kitchen, I was still nursing the same cup of coffee, now cold.

“Hey.” He sounded cheerful. I knew for a fact that wasn’t gonna last long.

I scrunched up my nose at the sight of him. “You look disgusting.” He was drenched in sweat, yikes.

“I feel disgusting, too. Need a shower.”

“And some water. You’re panting like a dog.”

“And you’re charming as usual.” He gave me his bitch face and went to grab a water bottle from the fridge. “Y/N not up yet?”

“She’s up. She’s, uh… You know what, she better tell you herself.”

“Tell me what?”

“Just ask her.”

“Tell. Me. What?” He didn’t look amused.

I sighed. “She’s leaving.”

“What? She only just got here.”

I could see the disappointment in his eyes, and instantly felt bad for Sammy. This had to do with me, after all. I was the reason why she wanted to leave. But I couldn’t bring myself to tell him the truth – whether it was to make it easier for Y/N or myself, I didn’t know. “Donna called her asking for some backup on a hunt. You know Y/N, always willing to help.”

“Yeah. She is. Wow. I, uh… Wanted to ask her out, you know?”

What the hell was I supposed to say to that? “Guess that’s gotta wait.” Great one, Dean.

“Yeah, looks like it. You think she’ll still be here when I finish my shower?”

“She said she wanted to say goodbye to you.”

The smile on Sam’s face made my stomach turn. Of course, I had to go and make him feel like she had feelings for him. What a great brother I was.

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1 year later

I was sitting at the bar, nursing yet another beer. I needed some time to myself. Sam and I had taken hunt after hunt, and it never seemed to stop. We never caught a break anymore. I couldn’t even remember the last time we just relaxed. My muscles were constantly aching, and the bruises and scars just kept piling up.

So, when another call came in to inform us about a hunt, we said no. It wasn’t like us, but we were going to take a couple weeks off.

I suddenly felt a hand landing on my shoulder. The touch was light, but I tensed anyway. 

“Hey there, stranger,” a female voice spoke into my ear. It made me shiver. I knew that voice.

Quickly turning my head, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Y/N was standing next to me, looking even better than I remembered.

“Y/N,” I breathed her name, sounding just as surprised as I felt. I hadn’t seen her since... Well, since she’d left the bunker a damn year ago.

She gave me that smile, just like old times, and wrapped her arms around me, careful not to spill her own beer. I was taken aback, but hugged her as well. It was almost surreal, being close to her again, especially when it was so unexpected.

“It’s good to see you, Dean,” she said once we pulled back. “May I?”

I nodded and she hopped up on the bar stool next to mine.

“How have you been?”, she asked.

“Well, we tried to keep you updated. Only that was a little difficult since you didn’t answer very often.” Oh man, I didn’t mean for that to sound as bitter as it did.

She sighed and played with the label on her beer bottle. “I’m sorry.”

“Look, I know things have been… awkward… back at the bunker, okay? But you can’t go and disappear on us like that. We care about you.” For the fact that I’d just told her we cared, my voice sounded too stern. 

“I know,” she said quietly, looking at me like I’d just kicked her puppy, “I care about you guys, too.”

“Just… Let us know that you’re alive more often, alright?” It took everything not to spill how heartbroken Sammy had been when he’d realized she wasn’t coming back. And me? I’d been worried sick about her because I only ever got to hear how she was from other hunters.

“I can do that.”

“Good”, I said, not quite sure if I believed her, “How have you been?”

She bit her lip playfully. “I asked you first.”

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t go all childish on me. How are you doing, Sweet Cheeks?”

Y/N smiled when I mentioned that nickname. All it took was that smile to put me more at ease. “I’m doing alright,” she said, the smile slowly leaving her face, “I went on a lot of hunts all over the states, and I even killed a Baku. I teamed up with Jody, taught Claire a few things… Oh, and I finally visited Garth.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Wow, sounds like you’ve been keeping busy.” Just like Sam and I. I could feel her eyes on me when I took a long swig of my beer, finishing it.

“Yeah,” she sighed. There was something in her eyes, something I couldn’t quite place. Sadness? Regret? “But I miss you and Sam.”

“We miss you, too.”

Our eyes met and I could feel a spark. We didn’t say anything for a little while, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. We just took the time to take each other in. She looked gorgous in the dim light of the bar, the light and shadow perfectly framing her face. 

She suddenly cleared her throat. “Uh, you want another drink?”

“You tryin’ to get me drunk?” I grinned.

Y/N laughed. Damn, I loved making her laugh. “Would you mind?”

“No, I certainly wouldn’t. As long as you get drunk with me.”

She didn’t hesitate to hold up her hand and motion for the bartender for a refill. We both got another beer.

Y/N raised her bottle, “Here’s to our reunion.”

I raised my bottle to her as well and we both took a sip.

“So… Reunion, huh? Does that mean I’ll get to see more of you?”, I asked, feeling a strange sense of hopefulness in my chest.

“I hope so. I really do.” She nodded her head, seemingly absent. Then, she looked me straight in the eye. “Tell me about you guys. What have you been up to?”

I sighed. If there was anyone in this godforsaken world I could be honest with, it was her. That was never gonna change. “A lot of crap has happened. Would have been easier with you around.”

There it was again, that puppy look. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.”

“That’s alright,” I brushed it off just as quickly as I’d admitted that I needed her. “We got through everything so far.”

“Of course. You’re the Winchesters, after all.”

I scoffed. “That’s more of a curse, if you ask me.”

“Why a curse?”

“Oh, for this conversation we’re gonna need more booze. The good stuff.”

Y/N nodded in understanding. “You got it.” She ordered a few rounds of shots.

A few moments later, we had each downed a couple shots. I was impressed with her because she was usually a real lightweight. She must have done some heavy drinking during her time away.

“So… A curse, huh?”, she asked.

“Exactly. I mean, you know we’re not a cliché happy family.”

“Yeah, I know. But you and Sam got each other, right?”

“We do. But… Winchesters don’t tend to lead happy lives, you know.”

She nodded, silently encouraging me to go on.

“I mean… Wherever we go, people die. We know we can’t save everyone, but… We lose everyone close to us. Not to mention bad luck with the ladies.” I laughed bitterly.

“Bad luck with the ladies? You two?”

“Obviously. I mean… Just look at what happened with you.”

“That was one year ago, Dean. You can’t tell me you guys haven’t gotten over it.”

“I haven’t,” I mumbled to myself. I could feel the alcohol in my system, slowly inhibiting my control. “You should have stayed.”

She hesitated, her gaze wandering all over my face, almost in a sentimental way. Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me. Y/N leaned in close to me until her face was inches away from mine. “I’m here now, you know.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

I licked my lips, my eyes flicking down to her mouth. She leaned in even closer, stopping when her lips barely brushed mine. No doubt she was also feeling the alcohol, I could smell it on her. I wouldn’t mind tasting it on her tongue.

“We can’t do that,” I muttered weakly.

“Why not?”

“You’re drunk.”

“I’m sober enough to make this decision.”

The way her lips kept grazing mine as she spoke made me go crazy. I closed the distance and pushed my mouth against hers. I kissed her slowly. She felt amazing; her lips were so soft, so warm. Just as I was about to deepen the kiss, reality hit me and I pulled back.

She reached up to touch my cheek with her hand. “I thought about you a lot this past year. I was being stupid, walking away from you.” Y/N retreated her hand, her warmth leaving my skin. “I still want you, Dean.”

Part 3

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Pull Up J.WS  (M)

-pairing: fwb! wooseok x female reader ex-boyfriend! changgu x female reader

-genre: angst and smut

-words: 4.8k

-A/n: this is my first work on this platform and i hope you enjoy this! (ps. I really wanted to add a pic of him from the visual motif but it didn’t paste right T^T) >>Masterlist

~~~ It had been a rough week. A hella rough week. Although Wooseok shouldn’t have been complaining. He had known that he was bad when it came to flings. Especially when it comes to you. His old habits of fucking around were too damn hard to break. He knows the many times he had let you down these past years. The many times that he had put you aside for another person then went right back to you. The times you screamed and yelled at him, and the times that you just cried in his arms while he cradled you. Wooseok smiled bitterly while looking down at his glass. God had he messed up. God how it had hurt him when he went to call you only to find out that you had blocked him. He must have deserved it. And he did. And he regretted every decision right now, still knowing that it is way too late for that. He scoffed and gulped down the drink that was in his hand. 

He grabbed his car keys on his kitchen counter. He was going to visit you tonight even if it was going to be the end of him. His breathing was heavy and he was a bit frustrated with himself. How could he be so stupid and continue to be? I mean come on why would you forgive him this time? What was a good reason? There wasn’t. The only reason there was was that now he had really notices how stupid he was and that he probably was in love with you. But were you in love with him. He huffed and ran his hands through his hair. He hadn’t even started the car? How could he. This was a bad fucking idea. He wanted to speed down and pull up to your house telling you he loved you but he had nothing. Should he bring flowers? Was there any flower shop open at this time? Would you even accept his flowers? Would you be happy and kiss him? Damn. How he missed your kisses in the morning after you woke up in his bed. The way you’d wake up and just be happy to be with him that you’d pepper kisses all over his face when he was supposedly sleeping. How he’d pretend to be asleep all that time just to receive them from you. His little secret. 

Now Wooseok was smiling to himself. He came to one conclusion: He needed to get flowers.You were stuck in your house crying. You swore to yourself that you hated him. Hated Wooseok. Why did he always have to be a jerk. Why did you love him so fucking much. You wanted nothing to do with him anymore. You couldn’t just let him play with your heart like that. You’re more than that.. You threw a pillow at the wall. Why were you even guessing yourself over again? All fucking week you’ve been hovering over that goddamn block button and the moment when you press it, you regret it. Your whole world comes down because now you’ve realized how deep you’ve dug this goddamn hole. You had stayed home on and off this week not wanting to run into Wooseok through friends or just on your route to work. That man had a way of coming up into your life. He just loved popping up whenever it felt convenient for him and you hated that. How could he be so goddamn self centered? You threw another pillow. Then shamefully walked to pick the two pillows up because you actually needed to reuse your amo. 

Was it really that bed that just knew you went back on every intention to not see him to wanting to see him? You laughed at yourself and threw a pillow over yourself. You really were in this deep. You proceeded to scream into the pillow loud enough to not disturb the neighbors. When did this even start?Oh, right.You were at a Christmas party in college with all of your friends. You all were absolutely wasted and the music was blaring so loud that sometimes you could only hear the bass as the beat of your heart. It was an amazing nigh so far. You were usually quite a quiet person, but when it came to special occasions like this you were wild. You were dancing on top of a table to a random 2000s song. The whole playlist was composed of them-- ‘cause most of it was lit music. You were jumping and busing random moves with random people cheering you on. At this point you were lost in the moment. Too lost to not notice one turn and you would fall, and you made that turn with someone catching you. You fell into Wooseok's arms and heat immediately reached your face. Your gazes automatically locked. You hadn’t really noticed him before, like really noticed him. Wooseok was just a guy in the group you hung out with. He was very easy to get along with and you hadn’t scraped any deeper than the surface. He put you to the ground immediately and you yelled a ‘woo’ to bring the moment back up.You closed your eyes smiling and when you opened them you were met by Wooseok hovering over you and looking at you with awe. Either that or it was just the liquor in both of your systems. You smiled at him and grabbed his hand. You led him further into the crowd. It was definitely the alcohol  that made you do this. That was your thing, not a logical reason at the time. It wasn’t because  you were dying to see that gaze for the whole night. You danced with him for the rest of the night. He didn’t try to leave, nor did you. You had heard a few things about Wooseok in the past, how he was such a seducer. You hadn’t believed that till now as your hips swayed and he spinned you. He was really good at this. He was so damn tall too. You tugged on his shirt for him to reach down to you. You smiled at him and tried to make yourself taller to whisper into his ear. You whispered in his ear, “I want to kiss you.” He smirked. When you looked at him he fucking smirked. He bent down more and his hand grazed your face. He smiled before he kissed you. You kissed him back and could’ve sworn that no one's lips were ever that soft. You pulled back after a few seconds. He stared at you intensely and you wanted to hide. You hugged him and  stuffed your face into his chest. You could feel his chest vibrate as he laughed. His hand went to your head and caressed it. You smiled while he began to sway you two. You smiled and laughed looking up at him. You smiled back and you reached back up to give him a kiss this time. This kiss was filled with more passion than the last. It was something so sweet. Definitely a drive for what you were about to do, or maybe it was the alcohol. You tugged onto his shirt and he bent down to reach you. You whispered in his ear, “I want to go home, wanna join?” Wooseok looked at you for a moment. He stared as if he was asking you if you were sure about this. Fuck that. You dragged him out of the part grabbing your and his jacket on the way out. You giggled once you were outside the building. You handed him his jacket and kissed him on the lips. You giggled as you pulled away and he laughed back. “We can go in my car. I’m still a bit sober.” Wooseok said. You blinked your eyes. He started to walk to his car. You followed behind. Sober was he? But he does this usually right? He’s a flirt to those who talk of him. You felt a bit stupid. Once you got into the car his hand went straight to your thigh. A sly smirk formed on your lip and you had the urge to lean over and kiss him. You did so receiving a squeeze to your thigh and his hand slid further up. You bit your lip and looked over to him. He had a slight smirk on his face as he turned the corner. All you could think about was how large his hands were on your thighs and how much space they could possibly fill up inside of you. You sunk deeper into the chair, your body was relaxing more. Wooseok noticed the change in your posture and moved his hands further up, going beneath your skirt. He played with the fabric making your ability to breathe a bit harder. You bit your lip as he went under the fabric of your panties and played with your folds.A small guilt crept up that you weren’t doing much for him at all. You looked towards him again. “Wooseok?” He hummed back as a response. His attention was still focused on the road. He had squeezed your thigh while giving you a side glance, but you had stayed quiet. “Is there something wrong?” Wooseok said with a little concern. You sucked in a breath. “Is there anything that I could do for you?” You watched Wooseok with anticipation as he cracked a smile. Alcohol often made you vulnerable and by the looks of it he noticed. Your lips slightly curved down. “Are you making fun of me..?” Wooseok let out a little laugh, not really making matters any better. “No, I'm not a sweetheart. You just sounded so cute there.” He smiled and it was warm and happy. “Don’t worry about me either because tonight it’s about me treating you well. Don’t think I forgot about what Changgu did. You deserve to be loved and treated like a princess.”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           You blushed, he was actually quite a charmer. Although, the statement about Changgu had left a bittersweet taste in your mouth. That whole ordeal was another story for another time and you were still quite sour about it. Wooseok's hand rested on your thigh now. He slowly rubbed it, trying his best to make you feel better. Wooseok was now looking back at you frequently, having half of his attention on you. The rest of the car ride was silent after that. Wooseok stopped making moves in order to not step over the bounds again, and you couldn't seem to find  a good icebreaker. The alcohol slowly makes you a bit sleepy. You quickly shook it off and looked back at Wooseok. Part of you knew that if you fell asleep now you wouldn’t get laid and those hands. You hand found its place on top of his. You grabbed his hand and led it back to your inner thigh. Wooseok took a sigh. It wasn’t loud at all. If you hadn’t been so on edge due to your raging emotions you might have heard it. He usually wasn’t one to get too caught up in these type of things but suddenly when you had fallen in his arms tonight and him knowing why you had drank so much he couldn’t help but feel his heart soften. His fingers traced circles onto your skin. They slowly creeped up to your panties and rubbed on them. “Take these off..” Wooseok demanded. His voice wasn’t harsh, but it was definitely an octave lower than what it usually was. You hummed in response, picking your body up to take them off. You let them fall  to the floor as Wooseok parked the car. You looked at him with a confused look. “Why would you ask me to take them off if we were already this close?” He turned to you and smirked. “Maybe because I didn't want you to walk in my house with them?” He looked at you with a serious look before he dropped it then started laughing. You didn’t really get where the punchline was, but his laugh was just so inviting for you to join him. He led you into the apartment complex to his own apartment. You followed closely behind him holding his hand. Once both of your feet were past the threshold he locked his lips onto yours and closed the door behind you. He hiked you onto the door, your legs wrapped around his waist like you had done this before with him. He held you in his arms and carried you to his room. Wooseok was much larger than you and made sure to be gentle with you. Compared to him you were so tiny and he didn’t want to hurt you. He really was serious about treating you tonight. His kisses went from your lips to your jaw to your neck. He slowly sucked on random places while his hands were working to get your dress off of you. You whined when he pulled away to remove the dress over your head. Once your dress was off he had stopped to stare like he was in a trance. Even though that moment felt like it could go on forever he snapped out of it now focusing on getting his own clothes off of himself. He was quick with it too. Wooseok didn’t dress up too much, his style was fashionable but simple. Once he had the last piece of clothing off he crawled towards you on the bed and kissed you again. Now he let his hands roam wherever they wanted– to your boobs, waist, thighs, and the place you needed it the most. He pressed a digit onto your hole before dragging it and pressing it onto your clit. Wooseok smirked when he heard another whine come to your lips. He pressed down one again and circled your clit while he made his mouth busy by kissing your tummy. You let out another whine when Wooseok stopped his movements. It wasn’t too long before he had inserted his finger into your hole. You let out a shaky moan as he added another lengthy finger. He pumped them slowly into you while making small scissor movements. Your eyes were closed, focused on the feeling of his fingers as his pace.  You could feel your orgasm getting closer and your body squirmed with anticipation. You were so close then– Wooseok pulled his fingers away from you. Your eyes shot wide open and you glared at him. One of his eyebrows shot up in amusement. “I was debating on treating you tonight, but I honestly don’t have enough patience for that.” Wooseok moved from his position on the bed to move closer to you. He kissed you again. The kiss started off sweet and slow as maybe an apology, but he got impatient again and the kiss turned heated. He moved his body to hover above yours. He kissed your neck  and lined himself to your entrance before entering you. You watched Wooseok as his eyebrows creased in the middle and his mouth hung open.  It’s when he started to move that you got caught up in your own pleasure. You let your hands roam all over his body, first his arms then his shoulders then to his neck. Your arms wrapped themselves around his neck and pulled him closer towards you. Your lips enclosed into a fast sloppy kiss as Wooseok’s hips slammed into yours. You moaned loudly as he it your spot. Your head hit his pillow and you pushed your body into his. He took this as a chance to thrust harder into you as you heels him as close as you could, You kissed his neck sloppily to busy yourself. He whimpered every time you nipped at his neck. You marked him as he had probably marked you from before.You tapped Wooseok’s back as a signal that you were close. You picked up your leg as an attempt to help the orgasm as Wooseok quickened his pace a bit.“You can wait for me right sweetheart?” He looked down at you, and you nodded. Your grip on him grew tighter as he chased for his own orgasm. His thrusts got sloppier as you two got closer to your orgasms. Your thighs started shaking.

“I don’t think I can hold on any lo-” Wooseok thrusted one last time hitting your spot before he quickly pulled out and ejaculated on your stomach. He hovered over you looking down as he tried to catch his breath, and when he did, he leaned down and gave you a soft peck on your cheek.

“I'm going to get something to clean you up, okay?” Wooseok's voice was softer now. There was care laced into it and you couldn’t help but feel warm about it. He got off the bed and grabbed a pair of boxers to put on before he left your room. You giggled as he struggled to put one of his legs through the hole. He was back as fast as he was out. He held a towel that he had run hot water over with and cleaned you with it before setting it on the nightstand. “I should get you something to cover yourself with– hang on.” Wooseok moved somewhere across the room. It was too dark for your worn out body. He was too cute though. The way Wooseok was now alert and frantic about getting you the care that you need. He came back to the bed with a large white tee. You slipped into it easily and you scooted over for him. He had also put on a pair of sweatpants while you were busy admiring him. You cuddled into Wooseok’s embrace once he got  under the covers with you. You stared at him even going as far as to squint your eyes.  You smiled before saying, “You’re so hot woo~ Why didn’t I notice it before?” Your hand was in his hair.

He looked at you before humming. “Because of him..” That hit you like a truck. Of course. How could you always forget about Changgu so easily?  You responded with a small ’oh’ before you snuggled back into his chest and slept. ~~~~~ That’s how it all started. You end up in Wooseok’s bed, and the countless times it repeated after that. Surprisingly, you two had managed to keep it a secret from your friend group. They were very nosey when it came to everyone's love life, and considering your breakup they would push you with random guys whenever you guys went out. Wooseok always watched you closely. He gave you a stare that meant not to bother with those guys you were being pushed towards and for some reason you listened.

At some point that rule seemed to be lost because you had heard from those same friends that Wooseok had started sleeping around again. That caused some sort of possessiveness to rise up in you because you had snapped at them to be quiet about it. You still remember their reaction to it. They never talked about it– for a couple of days at least. You smiled a bit to yourself. You cried a bit more and you missed Wooseok. You especially missed his arms around you cradling you every time you cried.Then you had an idea– a bad one. What was the reason Wooseok had made the move in the first place? Changgu. How could you pay back a little bit? Changgu. You did feel a little guilty for trying to use him, but it’s not like he gave a shit about you. He made that one clear when he had broken up with you and confessed that he had felt nothing for two months. At the time that had broken you. Maybe that’s why you found yourself at that party- going crazy. Maybe that’s why you had ended up in Wooseok’s arms.

You dialed his number and he picked up on the first ring. “Hello?”

God his voice gave you goosebumps– and not the good kind. “Come over. Same passcode.” You hung up before he could reject you. Even somewhere you had hoped that he wouldn‘t come over. You were hoping that he would reject you, but he had noticed the way your voice sounded. He heard the hurt that was underneath the confidence, and so he showed up coming in. He let himself into your room and hugged you. No he didn’t love for you or care for you in that manner, but he did still care for your feelings. 

You hugged him, sinking into his embrace. You somehow managed to cry more and tell Changgu everything that had been on your mind for the past four months. When Changgu heard about your hook-up with Wooseok something changed in him. He had changed his whole mood. His gaze turned darker and he was still holding you but a little tighter.

Changgu couldn’t take the fact that Wooseok would do something like that to you. He felt some Possessiveness creeping into him. Thank god he didn’t know about it when it went down because he might’ve beat Wooseok up. He held your chin and pulled it towards him. The look of hurt in your eyes was still as big as it was before. He leaned in to kiss you. That was it for you. You melted in the love filled kiss, or what was supposed to be. 

The truth is that Changgu was filled with a sort of jealousy. That was something he made clear in the kiss. The physical touch that you had been craving was filled. The feeling of being with Changgu was so similar but so foreign. Have you really gotten used to Wooseok’s touch? Or was it that Changgu had once again lost his loving touch that was placed with the roughness of his burning jealousy. Maybe it was both. Your hands were so easy to travel to his hair pulling him more towards you. Your body already knew to straddle him. How soft his touch felt as he picked you up and carried you to your own bed. He gave you that same look that he used to always give you and you stripped while he did too. He leaned closer into you for another possessive kiss.

“You were always mine, and I’ll make you mine again.” Changgu kissed and nipped your neck to mark you. Part of you knew what was going on and the other part of you wanted to continue to live in that ignorant bliss. The bliss of his wants playing with your breasts as he kissed your neck. You buckle your hips to his. No one needed to know what was going on between the two of you.

“Needy, are we?” Changgu rubbed your side as he picked his head up to look you in the eyes. You nodded. Changgu chuckled and shook his head as he lined himself up and pushed in. God how you needed this sort of release, this sort of intimacy. You rolled your hips onto his. If one thing was for certain Changgu made sure to leave marks on your body. He was pounding into you like there was really no tomorrow. He let a hand snake up to your neck and press down on it. You let your eyes shut as you arched your back in ecstasy and came. 

You heard Changgu chuckle again, “Oh, really? It took you that quick to cum?” Changgu caressed your side as he now chased for his own orgasm. “I guess… he wasn’t that good at pleasuring you then.” You whined into response to his words. You weren’t really sure of what it meant yourself. Was it because you hadn’t gotten a good orgasm from Changgu for so long, or you miss the orgasms that Wooseok gave you? Changgu took it the first way which pulled him to his own climax.  Have you treated you softly, finally coming down from his height of jealousy, you felt guilty. 

One thing was for certain, you still missed Wooseok. Even when Changgu went to help dress you and clean up any mess that you two made, it still felt distant. You missed the personal-ness that you had with Wooseok. He always made you laugh and feel good in anyway that it was. Sleeping with Changgu didn’t fix it. It didn’t fill that Wooseok-sized hole that was in your heart.

By the time morning arrived Changgu was gone. You sulked back underneath the covers. It’s okay no one will know about it.. Like how no one knew what you had going on about Wooseok. You convinced yourself to get off of your bed. Slowly… step by step. 

Your phone rang and you picked it up right away. It was your friend screaming over the phone. “YOU SLEPT WITH YEO CHANGGU? ARE YOU OKAY?! YOU NEVER DO THAT KIND OF SHIT” You could’ve sworn that your heartbeat was speeding up with every word that this woman spoke.

“FIRST OF ALL SHH! SECOND OF ALL, why don’t you let me explain to you before you go arounds screaming at me?”

“Yes.. Yes.. Now tell me what the hell is going on with you!” You explained to her the feelings of loneliness of not being close to anyone. It was Wooseok who you were desperately missing his touch that you wanted, you knew that deep inside of you but you couldn’t say that. That would cause a disaster. You really blamed it on the break-up like you did every time you and Wooseok fought and your friends caught you spending all day in your room.The only thing that wasn’t clicking to you about this whole situation was how the fuck she found out about this. You for sure hadn’t told anyone.

 A spark of anger lit inside of you when you realized that Changgu probably told everyone. All the words that he was saying in bed clicked. Personally, he was infuriated by the fact that Wooseok had taken advantage of you in that state and then fucked you over at the same time, maybe worse than he did. You only hoped that Wooseok hadn’t heard  of it yet. Wooseok had heard about it much earlier than you had. He had woken up to a headache, probably the hangover, and to his phone blowing up. His heart started racing, it was a good racing like the type that you get when you’re excited for something. He hoped that you had finally unblocked him and texted him. Then when he saw it was from a group message he had rolled his eyes. Although Still curious, he had opened it to check what it was about. The subject, yours and Changgu's intimate exchange, was something that he couldn’t take.

 Then his heart started pounding, the kind that beats at your chest so hard that it hurt. Now he knew. He knew deep down inside that he couldn’t wait a second longer to go and visit you. He knew that he just couldn’t stand by anymore and let the time pass by. He knew that he had to clear things up between him and you for him to somehow be okay and live with himself. He didn’t even take the time to get too dressed up, just the small things that you would say about his clothes he made sure to pay attention to and apply it to his outfit. He stopped at a CVS too to get flowers. Girls always love flowers right? They’re always nice to receive right?

By the time he reached your house he couldn’t control his tears of fear of losing you. His knocking was more like banging., which made you scared in the beginning. You were crying too in fear that now Wooseok wouldn’t want you and that he had seen you differently. Barely holding back your tears you went to meet Wooseok at the door. You opened the door slowly and peeked your head out to meet a crying Wooseok. It broke your heart to see him like that. You opened the door widely and just hugged him, repeating your apologies to him. Wooseok dropped the flowers to hug you back and cry with you. He caressed you back as you cries and repeated it's okay and apologized too. It went on like that for a while, just the two of you in each other’s arms crying. Wooseok leaned his head against yours looking deep into your eyes while sniffling. “I was so scared I was going to lose you.” He cried a bit again.

“Me too. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You sniffled again, kind of laughing now. Wooseok reached your face to brush off some of the tears that still remained.

He kissed your tear stains before saying, “Promise me that you'll unblock me and become my love.” He held out his pinky.

You laughed, how could he still be this cute and sincere. You connected your pinky with his and closed your eyes with a smile. “I promise.”