#this also applies to sky kiss

[jimmyjrsmusoems]

finding the will to live by listening to sunny side up summer before i leave the house every morning

[prkrt]

Some other changes I would make to the movie Sky High, besides keeping Will without his powers, include:

- Making Warren Peace the main love interest instead of Layla

- Giving Layla her own (wlw) love interest who won’t stand her up (probably Magenta)

- Really just make more of the characters queer

- Put Layla in the Hero program (Like come on, LOOK AT HER POWERS)

- Giving more screen time to Zach, Ethan, and Magenta (and maybe changing their powers so they aren’t as pathetic) (like honestly I know they’re not supposed to be as cool as the heroes but the writers did them so dirty)

- I feel like All American Boy would be a pretty decent villain, or at least sidekick to Royal Pain

[brownblob]

"I Love You"

When the words "I love you" spill from the prefect's lips, how do the Housewardens react?

Part 2

TW: Kissing in Leona's part, mentions of insecurities (Fluff)

Part 1 (Separate): Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto

ᥫ᭡. Riddle Rosehearts ᥫ᭡.

Like the thorns on a rose bush, Riddle's words were piercing and harsh. A follower of rules and also a preacher. Even so, what rules could he apply to you? You who was from another world entirely, you who understood little of his world yet were so brave, and you who broke his rules but never angered him. He was so utterly confused. He wasn't sure what he felt, really, you were far from perfect- mother wouldn't approve. Still, he couldn't deny how his cheeks flared up when you walked into the same room, how he'd slightly fumble his words, and especially how his warning were much tame when you broke a rule. It all had to mean something or maybe he was going crazy. How could he like you, even a little- but how could he not?

But he had priorities and you weren't supposed to be one of them, you weren't meant to be a worry, you weren't supposed to be anything. But he cared. So much so, he didn't mind when you broke his rules, it felt right. It was the opposite to all that he was taught, something was amiss. It felt like a fresh breath of air, akin to sunlight engulfing him in a warm embrace. He felt at peace when you were nearby, as if he needn't be so uptight. Maybe it was alright for a few rules to be broken, to enjoy what life had to offer, to allow himself to relax.

He really was grateful for your calming presence, reminiscent to a fresh cup of herbal tea- with a slight hint of cinnamon, subtly spicy. Just like you were, not quite sweet but not sour, maybe spicy was the right term? So earthy and full of life, different from his dull self. But with you near him, he didn't feel so dull even he could be fun- at least you enjoyed his presence, it was enough.

Despite that, you weren't fair- why did he fee so warm when you came close? What right did you have making his face go red and not from anger? Who allowed you to be so ethereal?

It wasn't fair.

How you were so insufferably pretty, and the way you'd willingly spend time with such a hot-head like him, trying your best to follow the rules of his dorm. You'd try to accommodate yourself to him, you'd really do that for him? He could just melt in your arms. The way you didn't mind when he lectured you for your recklessness, not speaking up but simply eyeing him with wide eyes- how was he even supposed to speak? You'd study alongside him, let him tutor you and afterwords you'd always stay for a cup of tea. He got used to it- your company and your mannerisms. Different from him, yet truly appreciated.

It was another tutoring session when something unforseen took place. Your hand was raveled in your hair as you grumbled and groaned, you hadn't expected the study packets Riddle provided to be so difficult. You had a test in two-weeks, it was time you started practicing practical magic, lucky you having Riddle by your side.

It was a tough night full of nit-picking, you'd say he was mean but you could see how he was trying his best to be tame with his words- how they were harsh but not mean, truly, this was also a challenge for him.

Hours went by, the moon rose in the sky and you were a tired mess, at least Riddle's tutoring helped. You were just about to thank him when the words spilled out of your mouth, unknowingly. Sleepy eyes looked up at him while a soft smile played at your lips.

"I love you, you know?"

How cruel of you to simply doze of afterwards, would you not even listen to what he had to say? Maybe it was for the best, if you were awake he wouldn't be able to meet your gaze. After all, his face was even redder than before, butterflies in his stomach as he simply stood there- had he been dreaming? He hoped not, it would be sadistic of life to play such a joke. He only realized it wasn't a dream when your head touched his hand, you were asleep and comfortable- you felt safe around him, trusted him. It was endearing.

Nevertheless, it was improper for you to doze off all of a sudden. But, just for today, he'd allow you- rules were meant to be broken, was what you always said. This was his form of breaking a rule, such a rebel he was. His hand traveled to your face, cupping you cheek gently before he draped a blanket over you- red like roses and Riddle himself.

"I love you too.."

A whisper, he hoped you heard it. Maybe you did and maybe you didn't- he might say it once more, after you awake. Till then, just let him admire you who looked so serene.

ᥫ᭡. Leona Kingscholar ᥫ᭡.

You're really gonna keep trying, aren't ya herbivore? Always trying to push him to go to class, to set his life straight. Really, why do you even care? Every time he pushes you away, orders you to bring him a snack, tells you to remain his pillow. You do it. Why do you stay? No one else would- he's a prince, is that it? His wealth, his influence, the power he holds. Is that what you want a part of? Everyone else had, just to ditch him after.

If you do, he doesn't mind- just stay, please don't go.

He wouldn't admit it but he liked your presence, the way you constantly clung to him, tried to lend a hand to help him who was strong while you were so weak. He might just go to class now, and he does, much more than before. You're a motivation he works for, it brings a smile on your little face. He wants it to stay, he doesn't even know why.

What really affects him is when he realizes, that you stay not for his money, nor his power and influence. You just like him. You enjoy his company, him as a person, an individual. He's not 'the second prince of Sunset Savannah' to you. No, he's Leona Kingscholar to you- not a second option, not someone you'll leave any time soon, and someone you genuinely care for.

Fine then, if his herbivore stays for him- he'll work them. You are a motivation to him, with your sweet words and the time you willingly spend- he too will work for you and be your reason to remain in Twisted Wonderland.

Was it selfish of him to want you to stay, no matter the cost? Maybe, but he is a prince- some habits don't leave, especially not when he's found his reasoning to move forward. He'll change some of his ways for you, it's cute when your face lights up as you notice him heading to class.

He doesn't change every one of his ways though. Why would he, when those ways of his allow him to see your face? You being pulled by Ruggie and towards him to wake him up, and you do- soft nothings spill from your lips as your try to wake the lazy lion before you. Of course he's awake, it's clear he is when he pulls you beside him. His weight stops you from moving, it's a usual now.

"Just stay for a bit, yeah? I promise I'll go to next class after, so just stay with me."

You do, it's comforting but so confusing. It's not appropriate for you to have feelings for someone like him, a prince of another world- you might have to go back to your won, though, you don't really want tot leave when Leona's around. It feels as though you're doing something meant for 'more than friends', something wrong. None of you confront it. It's serene in this silence, his warmth, in his embrace. It's a mutual feeling of safety, a haven. Let it last while it does, he'll make sure it's forever.

"I love you."

And the words spill out of your mouth, no ones near, just him and you. One of his eyes open, a neutral look on his face- you're not sure what to make of it. You don't have to, he's just shocked, not that he'll admit it. He didn't expect his herbivore to be so bold, he likes it, he likes you- loves you too. A grin soon flashes on his face, sharp canines flashing before he pulls you closer. You know what he's insinuating, you abide. He has a hold on the back of your head, hand intertwined in your hair.

It's a surprisingly soft kiss, it makes you want to melt- this is his answer, his reciprocation to your declaration of love. He's too smug to say anything.

Then the both of remain, safe in each others embrace. Your legs are entangled and chest touching the other's, you both relax.

"Love you too herbivore."

It's fleeting words, so soft that you barely heard them and if you did, you're not sure it's reality. As you seem to doze off, there's one thing in your mind. Where else would you go other than his embrace? This was your home.

ᥫ᭡. Azul Ashengrotto ᥫ᭡.

A swindler in the flesh and a contract that binds one to the other. Azul wishes it were that easy, but it's not. The last thing he wishes for is your hatred, you're already wary of him. The interactions he does manage to secure, somehow quite frequently, always render you even more skeptical of him. So guarded and cautious, his reputation's not the best but he isn't a monster, so why are you always scurrying off? Just let him speak, please?

But fate has another plan in mind for you always seem to bump into the swindler that you seem to avoid so- match made in heaven? As if. You won't believe his sweet lies, you won't sign a contract with him- but that's not what it's about. He doesn't wish for a contract, just some of your time.

As your interactions with him increase, you're introduced to very many versions of Azul. Being a swindler was just one part of him, the one that made wary. Nonetheless, he wasn't a monster- quite sweet actually, once you spent the much needed time with him. Words were exchanged, and you were warming up to him, slowly but gradually. Placed on his palm is your trust for safekeeping, you hope he doesn't break it.

As time goes by, you realize the swindler isn't at all what he seems- he has his own walls guarding him, his own insecurities. It's not what you expected, yet it adds to his character- it makes him human, he has a heart. The parts he hides are what attracts you to him- he sees it as a moth to a flame, hiding his failures. Yet, you look at it as a bee to a flower, so dainty a bond but so sweet.

Days go by and you notice how shy he can be, the smallest things can fluster him who seemed so sly. It's endearing, really. Your walls slowly break down, revealing your true person while he allows you to see glimpses of his own self, slow but steady. You don't mind, you both can take your time- walk hand in hand towards trust.

It's another night in his office, spent with him working on contracts. He truly is a hard worker, ambitious too. You admire those qualities, maybe not all the work he does but him as an individual is what you like. You don't seem to notice how the three words roll off your tongue, hand tangled in his locks of gray, seemingly playing with his hair; until you do, in fact, realize.

"Azul, I love you.."

Ink is spilled everywhere, the black coating the table and contracts on it. The pitter patter of the liquid allows him time to realize what you really said.

Those words that spilled of your tongue- so sugary sweet, could it be true? No contract needed, no form of force just his presence alone would suffice? He was enough.

His hand clutched yours tightly, ocean eyes looking up at you from his seat, tears spill from his eyes. He was so vulnerable in that moment, you found his true self as he had found yours. It's a nod from you that shows him that it's not a joke but reality.

"I-I love you too.."

He fumbles the words out too, a faint blush coating his cheeks as he looks away and to the ground. A giggle escapes your lips as you plant a kiss on his cheek.

Maybe the swindler was swindled by your love, except there was no catch- just your love, all for him.

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[jakesangel]

sitting on jakes lap ><

sitting in jake's lap would happens quite often. doing any activity, in front of the members, in his dorm, outside, literally anywhere and anytime. facing him or not he loves feeling ur weight on his legs.

tho jake would be shy at first, he didn't know how to ask you to sit on his lap without making things weird or making you think of him in a way that he isn't. so when u got comfortable by simply putting ur legs on his legs on a movie night, he felt like his dream came true. he would obviously put his hands on ur legs n draw patterns lovingly. he would love it even more if u wear skirts cause first that means ure really comfortable w him, two, your skin is so so soft to him n he wants to feel your warmth.

one night full of giggles and kisses, you tried doing your makeup on jake face. he also knew what it meant, having a chance to have you close to him. so he would purposely have weird posture to make it harder for you, make silly faces or even not keeping his hands to him. even if u are holding his face in one hand and doing his makeup w the other, the task is munch more complicated w him teasing you. so there you are, your thighs over his, his hands on your waist and jake, finally, is having you on his lap. his pretty baby, right in front of his face. and furthermore focused on his. he truly thinks he is in the seventh sky. he wants to kiss you and hug you closer to his body but he knows he's been a pain in the ass to get what he wants, so this time, he stays still and fully take in the moment. you, on the other hand, don't understand why jakes eyes are finally closed n why he is suddenly pliant for you to apply ur eyeshadow. you also don't understand why he just just smiling or sighing in contentment.

after this, he would never let you sit anywhere else but his lap. you need to do your makeup ? he is right there to be your seat. need to do your homework ? lemme him see your physics homework, he'll do them. you want to watch tv ? he would even prepare the plaid and the snacks.

he wouldn't mind having you on his lap in front the members either. the first time, you got shy but the members know how physical jake can gets. almost thanking you for being his physically-touch-giver instead of them. so it didn't bother them nor him. he would even get offended seeing you sit next to him, and not on him, giving you confused puppy eyes. but jakes gets what he wants so he will (ᵎᵎ) move you in front of them, making you flustered. my shy baby, don't you worry about them, they're so jealous of me having this pretty girl on my lap, he would whisper to your ear, making your blush red-er.

when he feels 'loving' and/or clingy, he would always tell you soft words with loving touch. he would kiss your temple if you aren't facing him, his hands drawing heart on your thighs. if your facing him, he would hum, your arms around his neck, him taking in your hair scent. i love having you this close, baby. it's when i feel the safest, he would say hugging you closer to his. you smell so good for me, my pretty princess, he adds his eyes closing. or he would just convey his words w a kiss. a long a deep one, one arm around ur figure the other guiding ur face to his, his hand softly holding your chin.

notes : none ><

@imaluckygirl @luvj4key @heeseungswifefr @goldenretrieverjakezgirlbaby @jaeyunpinkyring

[izunx]

7:59PM

Ran accompanied you on the way home from a wretched day of work. your endless yapping plagued his ear.

“baby, please”

you cocked your head up towards your husband and your face instantly morphed into one of disgust.

“please what?”

“shhhhh” he brought his slender finger up to your lips.

you were too baffled to even speak, that was until you did.

“nope, I don’t think you’re talking to me, try again”

ran returned that same face of disgust and pinched your lips shut together.

“I am talking to you, mrs”

you imitated the sound of incorrect buzzing. this got him to laugh.

“you’re so childish-”

“no way the manchild is calling me childish.”

continuing to walk, he grabbed your purse and held it for you. he flashed you a boyish grin, the same one you’ve known since forever.

“a manchild wouldn’t do this,”

and that silenced you. you resorted to admiring his sharp features reflecting the intimate pink of the setting, autumn sky.

rummaging through your purse, he whipped out your plumping gloss.

“want me to help you put it on?” you smiled with wicked intent casted all over your face.

“what is it?”

“it’s lip balm, you need some anyways”

he struck a look of annoyance at you and retaliated by flicking your forehead.

“whatever, I don’t need your stinky help.”

as grown as your husband likes acting, he was a child at heart — he expressed it endlessly when he was with you, which was one of the multitude of reasons he wifed you.

using the wand to apply the plumping gloss, he slapped his lips together in satisfaction, throwing it back in your purse.

and he was satisfied. satisfied before his face instantly was mutilated into one of horror.

“why’s it burning, y/n”

you let out an ugly cackle in the middle of the relatively quiet road. you smacked his back and tears had been brought to your eyes.

“you’re laughing and my lips are being burned off right in front of your eyes?”

he attempted to lick it off, but it just started tingling his tongue instead.

“I swear I’m never touching your stuff again”

he started violently rubbing the sticky substance off his mouth and spat at you.

“RAN. that’s disgusting”

“yeah this burning on my lips is also disgusting.”

despite his state, he enjoyed seeing you laughing because of him. even when you’ve had such a bad day at work. he’d burn down the world if it meant you could laugh like that. but he’d never let you know that.

“want me to kiss it better?” you mocked him.

“yeah, I do actually”

and that caught you off guard.

“gosh, I always have to baby you”

reguardless, you put your hands on his chest and gently placed your lips on his.

whilst it was a quick kiss, your lips immediately healed his.

“damn maybe I’ll put some more on”

“you’ll get my kisses either way” you giggled at his determination.

to that, he smiled brightly - and only for you. grabbing your waist to steal more from you.

stop this was so fun to write — also just a little quick brain dump im writing like 3 different stories rn tho..

[huntiesworld]

He loves me | Matt Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: Y/n loves to clean and do a everything shower and her nails. Matt her boyfriend can't help but to watch his girlfriend be so cute

Warning: Cuteness, adorable

Requested?: Nope! 

Author's note: That is my work, Please DON’T COPY MY WORK!! I think some other people did this, But I made it my own twist. IF I DID COPY SOMEONE WORK, PLEASE TELL ME!!!

I also wanted to post this today, because I didn’t want to lose the plot of the Story! But I’ll still be posting the Matt one on Monday

Y/n woke up early on a sunny Saturday morning, the rays of the sun gently streaming through the curtains, casting a warm glow across her bedroom. Today was her dedicated cleaning day, as she felt a sense of satisfaction and purpose as she slipped out of her bed. She padded quietly across the floor, careful not to wake her boyfriend Matt, who was still sleeping soundly. 

She headed straight to the bathroom, where she retrieved her favorite bottle of hair oil. It was her ritual to let the oil soak in her hair for the day before her evening shower. The fragrant scent of coconut and jasmine filled the air as she massaged the oil into her scalp, feeling the tension melt away. With her hair now glistening and neatly tied up in a bun, she washed her hands and moved on to the next task.

The kitchen was her next destination. Y/n loved the process of making coffee; the familiar routine brought her comfort. She filled the kettle with water and set it to boil, then carefully measured out the coffee grounds. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee soon filled the kitchen, invigorating her senses. She poured herself a steaming cup, taking a moment to savor the rich flavor before she got to work.

Armed with her coffee, Y/n began her cleaning routine. She started with the living room, dusting surfaces, fluffing pillows, and vacuuming the rug. Her favorite playlist played softly in the background, keeping her energized. As she moved from room to room, the house gradually transformed, each space becoming tidier and more inviting.

Meanwhile, Matt stirred awake, the sound of music and the faint hum of the vacuum reaching his ears. He stretched and got out of bed, curiosity pulling him towards the source of the activity. He walked into the living room and paused at the doorway, watching Y/n with a smile. She was lost in her rhythm, her movements graceful and purposeful. He admired her dedication and the way she brought warmth and order to their home.

"Good morning, love," he greeted, his voice still husky with sleep.

Y/n looked up, her face lighting up with a smile. "Morning, Matt. Did I wake you?"

"Not at all," he assured her, stepping closer to plant a kiss on her forehead. "You’re amazing, you know that?"

She blushed slightly, appreciating his words. "Thank you. I’m almost done here."

Matt offered to help, but Y/n insisted she was fine. She enjoyed these moments of solitude, where she could clear her mind as she cleaned. After a couple more hours, she finally finished, feeling accomplished as she looked around at the spotless rooms.

As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, signaling the approach of evening, Y/n headed back to the bathroom for her long-awaited shower. 

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Y/n stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her reflection illuminated by the soft, warm light that Matt had installed just for her. She was in Matt's apartment for the weekend, enjoying their time together. She started her pre-shower routine, carefully applying her favorite hair oil to her dry hair. The oil was a luxurious blend of argan and coconut, and she massaged it into her scalp, working it down to the tips. Her hair immediately seemed to glisten, absorbing the nourishing oils.

Matt peeked in from the bedroom, captivated by her focused expression and the way her hands moved through her hair with such care. "You're really something, you know that?" he said, his voice filled with admiration.

Y/n smiled at him through the mirror. "Just trying to look my best for my handsome boyfriend.”

"You always look perfect to me," Matt replied, his eyes soft with affection.

She laughed softly, continuing her routine. After letting the oil sit for a few minutes, she stepped into the shower, the water running warm and soothing. She reached for her strawberry-scented shampoo, working it into a rich lather. Matt had noticed how she loved that scent, and he made sure to keep a bottle of it at his place just for her.

As she massaged the shampoo into her scalp, Matt couldn't help but be mesmerized. Her movements were deliberate and graceful, each action seeming to carry a sense of ritual and care. She rinsed the shampoo out, then applied a hair mask, running it through her strands with her fingers. The mask was thick and creamy, promising deep conditioning and shine.

While the mask did its magic, Y/n began to wash her body with a floral-scented body wash. The scent mingled with the strawberry, creating a delightful fragrance that filled the bathroom. She used a soft loofah, making sure every inch of her skin was gently scrubbed and clean. Then she reached for her razor, carefully shaving her legs and underarms, her skin left smooth and soft.

Matt leaned against the doorframe, unable to take his eyes off her. There was something so intimate and beautiful about watching her take care of herself. It was a side of Y/n that was private, yet she shared it with him, and that made him feel closer to her than ever.

After rinsing out the hair mask, Y/n applied conditioner, combing it through to ensure every strand was coated. She let it sit while she finished her shower, then rinsed it out thoroughly, her hair now feeling silky and smooth. She turned off the water and stepped out, wrapping herself in a fluffy pink towel.

Y/n moved to the vanity, beginning her post-shower routine. She applied a lightweight body lotion, the floral scent matching her body wash. Next, she turned her attention to her hair, gently towel-drying it before applying a leave-in conditioner and heat protectant. She plugged in her hairdryer and began to dry her hair in sections, using a round brush to add volume and shine.

As she worked, Matt came up behind her, watching in awe. “You make it look so easy.” he said, his voice filled with admiration.

“It just takes practice.” Y/n replied with a smile, her eyes meeting his in the mirror, “And a bit of patience.” 

Once her hair was dry and styled, Y/n moved on to her skincare. She cleansed her face, applied toner, serum, and moisturizer, each step deliberate and soothing. 

Matt watched, entranced by the transformation. "You’re stunning," he said softly, coming closer to place a gentle kiss on her cheek.

Y/n blushed, feeling a warmth spread through her. "Thank you, Matt."

She stood up and moved to the closet, picking out an outfit for her nail appointment she had with herself. Today was her self care day. She wanted something comfortable, something that made her feel cozy and relaxed. Reaching into the depths of her closet, Y/n pulled out a pair of soft, loose-fitting sweat. The light pink fabric felt like a cloud against her skin, she paired the sweats with her favorite oversized t-shirt. 

"You look absolutely beautiful," he said, taking her hands in his and pulling her close. "I’m the luckiest guy in the world."

Y/n smiled up at him, her heart full. "I’m lucky too, Matt. Thank you for always making me feel so special."

“Now, time to do my nails!” she said happily, while clapping her hands.

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Y/n bustled around her living room, excitement bubbling within her as she prepared for at home Gel x manicure session. It had been a long week, and this was her way of winding down and indulging in a bit of self-care. She wanted everything to be perfect, from the setup to the final result.

First, she laid out a fluffy, white towel on her coffee table, creating a clean and soft surface to work on. Next, she brought out her Gel-X kit, which included everything she needed: a variety of gel nail tips, a bottle of nail glue, a UV lamp, and several shades of gel polish. She also placed her nail file, buffer, cuticle pusher, and some lint-free wipes neatly beside the kit.

Today, she planned to create a delicate floral design, something soft and feminine that reflected her love for all things pink and girly. Her boyfriend, Matt, sat nearby on her bed, his eyes following her every move with a mix of admiration and curiosity.

She began by prepping her nails, carefully pushing back her cuticles and shaping her nails with the file. The rhythmic motion was soothing, a ritual she found grounding. Once her nails were prepped, she selected the right size Gel-X tips, ensuring each one fit perfectly on her natural nails.

With precision, she applied a thin layer of nail glue to her first nail and gently pressed the gel tip into place. Holding it under the UV lamp, she watched as the glue cured, bonding the tip securely to her nail. She repeated this process for each finger, the UV lamp casting a soft, bluish glow that added to the serene ambiance of the room.

With all the tips in place, Y/n felt a surge of satisfaction. Now, it was time for the fun part: doing the design. She deliberated for a moment before painting her thumb, middle, ring and pinky a hot pink and her pointer finger a milky white.

"You're really good at this," Matt said, his voice filled with awe as he watched her carefully apply the base coat to her nails. "It's like watching an artist at work."

Y/n glanced up at him, a playful smile on her lips. "Oh, Matt, you flatter me too much. It's just nails."

"It's not just nails," he insisted, leaning forward slightly. "You put so much effort and detail into it. It's amazing."

Y/n's cheeks flushed a light pink, matching the color of the polish she was using. She steadied her hand and began to paint delicate pink petals on her nails, her concentration evident in her furrowed brow. Each stroke was precise, creating a beautiful, intricate pattern that seemed to bloom right before Matt's eyes.

"See?" Matt said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're incredible."

Y/n paused, looking at him with a mixture of pride and affection. "Thanks, Matt. It means a lot that you notice."

He smiled, his eyes never leaving her hands as she continued her work. She added tiny green leaves, a touch of glitter to the center of each flower, and a few rhinestones for that extra sparkle. The entire process was meticulous, but Y/n found it relaxing, almost meditative.

As she cured each layer under the UV lamp, she chatted with Matt about their plans for the weekend, her voice light and bubbly. He listened attentively, his gaze soft and loving.

"Can I try?" he asked suddenly, surprising her.

Y/n laughed, the sound like music to Matt's ears. "You want to do my nails?"

"Why not?" he replied, shrugging. "I want to see if I can make something as pretty as you do."

She handed him the brush, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Alright, give it a go. Just don't ruin my masterpiece."

Matt took the brush, his large hands surprisingly gentle as he attempted to mimic her delicate strokes. It was clear he wasn't as skilled, but Y/n watched him with a fond smile, appreciating his effort and enthusiasm.

"Not bad for a first try," she said encouragingly, though the design was far from perfect.

"Thanks," he replied, looking at her with a boyish grin. "But I think I'll leave the nail art to you from now on."

They both laughed, the sound filling the room with warmth and love. As Y/n finished her nails, adding a final glossy top coat, she felt a deep sense of contentment. Having Matt there, sharing in something she loved, made the moment even more special.

Once her nails were completely done, she held her hands up, admiring her work. "What do you think?" she asked, turning her hands this way and that to catch the light.

"Beautiful," Matt said, his eyes locked on her. "Just like you."

Y/n blushed again, the color in her cheeks rivaling the pink polish on her nails. She leaned over, giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek. "You're the best, you know that?"

"I try," he replied, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. "Anything for you, Y/n."

Y/n cleaned up her workspace, putting away her tools and blowing out the candle. She sat back in her chair, a smile playing on her lips as she looked at her newly done nails. They gleamed under the soft lighting, a testament to her care and attention to detail.

Their lips met, the kiss tender and filled with the unspoken promise of their deep connection.

They pulled apart, still holding each other’s gaze. Matt brushed a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "I love everything about you, Y/n. Every little detail, every moment we share. You make even the simplest things seem magical."

Y/n smiled, her eyes shimmering with happiness. "I love you too, Matt. More than words can say."

In that cozy bedroom. Surrounded by steam and the scent of strawberries, they stood together, wrapped in each other’s presence. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, bound by love and the magic of everyday moments. Soon both fall asleep with big smiles on their faces. 

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Y/n stirred slightly as the morning light seeped through the curtains. The gentle rustling of the sheets and the warm presence next to her signaled that Matt was already awake. She felt a soft kiss on her forehead, and she slowly opened her eyes to see Matt’s smiling face.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Matt whispered, his voice filled with warmth.

“Good morning,” Y/n replied, her voice still groggy from sleep.

“I have a surprise for you today,” he said, his eyes twinkling with excitement. “You did such an amazing job cleaning the house yesterday, so I thought we could spend the day shopping. How does that sound?”

Y/n’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Really? That sounds wonderful!”

“Great! Take your time getting ready. I want you to feel special today,” Matt said, giving her another kiss before heading to the kitchen to prepare some coffee.

Y/n stretched and got out of bed, feeling a rush of anticipation for the day ahead. She headed to the bathroom to start her morning routine. First, she splashed her face with cool water to wake herself up, then reached for her favorite cleanser, massaging it gently into her skin. She followed with toner, serum, and moisturizer, taking her time with each step to ensure her skin felt refreshed and hydrated.

Next, she moved on to her makeup. She applied a light foundation, followed by a touch of blush to give her cheeks a natural glow. She opted for a soft, romantic look, using pastel eyeshadows and a hint of eyeliner to make her eyes pop. She finished with a swipe of pink lipstick, completing the look with a touch of gloss.

Feeling satisfied with her makeup, Y/n moved to her closet to pick out an outfit. She wanted something that captured her coquette style—feminine, playful, and a bit vintage-inspired. She selected a light pink, lace-trimmed blouse and paired it with a high-waisted, floral skirt that flared out just above her knees. She added a pair of white, knee-high socks and slipped into her favorite pair of Mary Jane shoes. To complete the look, she chose a delicate pearl necklace and matching earrings.

As she admired her reflection in the mirror, she felt a surge of confidence. Today was going to be special.

When Y/n walked into the kitchen, Matt was setting two cups of steaming coffee on the table. He looked up and his eyes widened in admiration.

“Wow, Y/n, you look stunning,” he said, walking over to her and taking her hands in his. “You always look beautiful, but today you look extra special.”

“Thank you, Matt,” Y/n said, blushing. “I’m excited for today.”

They enjoyed their coffee together, chatting and laughing, the anticipation building. Once they finished, they headed out to Matt’s car, ready for their shopping adventure.

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“Where do you wanna start?” Matt asked, his voice warm and encouraging. 

Y/n looked around, her gaze landing on a display of edgy, stylish pieces that were a far cry from her usual pink and frilly dresses. “Let’s start over there,” she said, pointing towards a rack of leather jackets and graphic tees.

As they walked over, Y/n’s excitement grew. She ran her fingers over the fabrics, feeling the smooth leather and soft cotton. She pulled out a black leather jacket, holding it up to her frame. “What do you think?” she asked, glancing at Matt.

“You’d look amazing in that,” Matt replied, his eyes filled with admiration. “Try it on.”

Y/n slipped on the jacket, the cool leather a stark contrast to her usual soft fabrics. She looked at herself in the mirror, turning this way and that. The jacket fit perfectly, adding an edgy vibe to her look. She couldn’t help but smile, feeling a surge of confidence.

Next, she picked out a pair of ripped jeans and a vintage band tee. She went into the dressing room, eager to see how the pieces would look together. When she emerged, Matt’s jaw dropped slightly.

“Wow,” he said, his voice full of genuine awe. “You look incredible, Y/n.”

She blushed, feeling a thrill at his reaction. “Really? It’s so different from what I usually wear.”

“And it suits you perfectly,” Matt assured her. “You can pull off any style.”

Encouraged by his words, Y/n continued exploring the store, trying on various outfits. She experimented with bohemian maxi dresses, chic blazers, and bold prints. Each time she stepped out of the dressing room, Matt’s eyes lit up with love and admiration.

Y/n found herself gravitating towards a mixture of styles – a leather jacket here, a flowy boho dress there, and even some preppy pieces with a modern twist. She was having the time of her life, and Matt’s unwavering support made the experience even more special.

After a few hours, they decided to take a break at a nearby café. They sat by the window, their shopping bags piled next to them. Y/n sipped her iced coffee, feeling elated and a bit tired from all the excitement.

“I had so much fun today,” she said, smiling at Matt. “Thank you for coming with me.”

“Of course, Y/n. I loved every minute of it,” Matt replied, reaching across the table to hold her hand. “Seeing you so happy and confident made my day.”

Y/n squeezed his hand, feeling a rush of affection. “I couldn’t have done it without you. Your support means everything to me.”

Matt leaned in, his gaze tender. “I love seeing you explore and try new things. No matter what you wear, you’ll always be the most beautiful person in the world to me.”

Y/n felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes, overwhelmed by his love and kindness. “I love you so much, Matt.”

“I love you too, Y/n,” he said softly.

They finished their drinks, chatting about their favorite outfits and planning future shopping trips. As they left the café, Y/n felt a renewed sense of confidence and excitement about her evolving style. With Matt by her side, she knew she could take on any fashion adventure and look fabulous doing it.

Together, they walked hand in hand through the bustling shopping district, ready to face whatever fashion trends the future held, their hearts intertwined and full of love.

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As they walked into the house, Y/n looked around at the clean, cozy space she had worked so hard to perfect. She felt a deep sense of satisfaction, not just from the shopping spree, but from the love and appreciation Matt had shown her.

“Thank you for making today so special,” Y/n said, leaning into Matt’s embrace.

“Anytime, Y/n. You mean the world to me,” he replied, kissing the top of her head.

They spent the evening together, snuggled on the couch, talking about their favorite moments from the day. Y/n felt cherished and loved, knowing that she had someone who recognized and appreciated all she did. It had been a perfect day, and she couldn’t wait to see what the future held for them.

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I looked through this like five times. it looks fine but I still feel like its all over the place. BUT ENJOY!!!!

[333sturns]

shy!matt x fem!reader

CHERRY LIPS

its your 20th birthday and matt decided to get you a new lipstick as a gift, which ends up getting him very excited.

includes heavy smut, suggestive language, masturbation no protection, and alot of sexual content.

it was a cold december night, the sky was dark, the breeze in the air was cold and there were small snowflakes starting to pile up onto the grass. giving the grass a barely visible white surface.

you were snuggled underneath your covers, the touch of the silk brushing across your skin was such a comforting feeling that you didn’t even realize that your phone was buzzing uncontrollably.

the morning crept through and the rays of sunlight tickled your eyelids, causing you to roll over and slowly flutter your eyes open.

stirring yourself awake, you grab your phone like always, even if you werent fully awake. to your surprise you had over 50 birthday messages from your friends.

“geez, so many fucking messages…” your voice slowly trailed off and you looked through each one. all of them wishing you a happy birthday.

how cute!

you got yourself ready for the day and smiled to yourself. your hair was slightly curled and your makeup looked nice. you wore some dark washed jorts and a cute black top that hugged your waist perfectly.

you grabbed all your items and quickly put on your shoes before quickly skipping over to your door. and to your surprise nick, chris, and matt were already outside.

“happy birthday!” they all said in unison.

you were flooded with hugs from all three of them and couldn’t help yourself from hugging them back and laughing.

“aw guys! thank you!” you chuckled, pulling back and giving each one of them a huge smile. you looked down to their hands and they all individually gave you a small gift.

“ooh, gifts? thanks you guys!” you closed your door once they all entered and walked over to sit next to them to open your gifts. once you sat down, you grabbed the first gift that caught your attention and slowly began to open it.

“lets open this one first!”

as you ruffled through the colored paper you were met with a small black box that had my name imprinted on the inside. i opened it carefully and widened my eyes at the beautiful red lipstick infront of me.

“lipstick—woah,”

you looked over at them and locked your eyes with matt who had a small tint of blush on his cheeks. he nervously placed his hand on the back of his neck and smiled,

“yeah, i-i thought it’d look great on you.”

you caught yourself staring at matt who also was staring at you until you looked away and smiled to yourself. you were about to place the gift back inside until you noticed a small envelope inside. sealed shut with a red heart.

you picked up the envelope and carefully opened it by the heart. trying your best not to rip it.

to: y/n <3

from: matt

happy happy birthday to one of my favorite best friends in the entire world. i really hope you have a great day today and that your 20s treat you well.

p.s hope u like the gift :)

love, matt. <3

you looked over at matt with a small pout and smiled at him, placing your hand over your heart. his sloppy handwriting always made you smile.

“that was so fucking adorable matt thank you!” you smiled. giving him a quick side hug.

“of course.” matt replied.

you carefully opened the lipstick and pulled out your phone, opening the camera app. you slowly applied the lipstick onto your lips, looking over at matt and sarcastically blowing him a kiss.

“y—yup looks great as always,” he chuckled. his fingers picking at his nails nervously. you looked back at chris and nick with a smile and started opening their gifts next.

the triplets ended up staying over for the rest of the day and nick had decided it was time to eat some cake and celebrate for the rest of the night. nick called an uber to go over to the store and chris decided to tag along.

yet the only reason they had to call an uber is because matt was in the bathroom stating that ‘he was gonna be a while.’

which meant you two were both together.

alone.

you walked over to your room to take your shoes off and as you passed by you heard a faint sound of whimpering.

“fuck, y/n, fuck,” matt sighed, his chest rising with every staggered breath he took. his fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock in need of friction and of some touch.

he slowly pumped his hand against his cock, his thumb brushing against the tip causing him to let out another small whimper.

he threw his head back and bit his lip harshly. he didnt need anybody to know that he was selfishly pleasuring himself in his bestfriends house. on your own birthday. and in your bathroom.

but fuck, he couldnt get you out of his mind. the way you applied the lipstick so smoothly against your lips he wishes it was him and not the lipstick. the way you puckered you lips in a joking manner was driving him insane. he needed you badly and he just couldnt hold it in anymore.

he just needed to see your lips wrapped around his cock as d he fucked you relentlessly until he found his release. he wanted to see that pretty red mouth of yours destroyed.

his mind was fogged up in imagines of you, your beautifully colored lips and your teasing sent him over the edge.

he hadn’t even realized that he was close, or that you had now entered the bathroom out of curiosity and he didnt even react one bit. his cock twitched in desperation and a low moan escaped from matts lips. he pumped his hands faster and jolted his hips up until he suddenly came.

the white strips of cum shooting onto his hands and onto the hem of his t-shirt.

“shiit.. y/n...” he mumbled, opening his eyes and looking down at his hands covered in his warm come. he wiped his forehead which was now covered in small droplets of sweat and small strands of hair stuck against his forehead.

he looked up at the ceiling and tried catching his breath. his back against the toilet seat and his heartbeat slowly calming down.

“do you want some help?” you mumbled, breaking the awkward silence that grew between you two. he instantly looked down to your lips and felt himself getting hard and embarrassed again.

“you werent—how did you—when!-“

“i guess you were to busy jerking off you didn’t even notice i came in? huh?” you cut him off before he could continue staggering.

“its not what it looks like im—“

“matt its okay.” you reassured him and got up from the bathtub and slowly walked a bit closer to matt. once you stood infront of him you looked down at the beautiful view of his flushed face, his beaten cock, messy hair, and his lips parted slightly trying to catch his breath.

slowly, you lowered yourself down onto you knees and looked up at matt who was again blushing in embarrassment.

“is this okay?” you whispered, softly placing kisses on the head and sides of matts dick. watching him shiver from every kiss making you wetter than before.

“yeah but they.. fuck,”

“they wont be here for another few minutes just give me time.” with one hand you began pumping matts cock while slowly wrapping your red cherry lips onto his dick.

with every bob you gave matt began to get more comfortable. suddenly grabbing a fistful of your hair and pushing your head down a bit further until he was satisfied.

hearing your whimpers and small gags drove him crazy and caused him to abruptly come.

he let go of your head and looked down at you with a mischievous smirk.

“that was so fucking good baby,” he growled, grabbing your arm and pulling you up onto hip lap.

you playfully pushed him back against the toilet seat and sat yourself down onto his lap. he grunted softly at the feeling of your clothed clit against his dick. and hesitantly placed his hand onto your waist and pulled you closer to him.

“take this off, now.”

he tugged at the hem of your jean shorts and you obeyed easily. sliding them off your legs you were now only left in your panties and shirt.

he roamed his hands underneath your shirt and loved the way you bit your lip and admired his features.

he placed one hand on the back of your head and pulled you in closer, giving you a passionate kiss that he’s been dreaming of. for who knows how long.

you bit onto his lip harshly and slid your tongue in once he groaned softly. he gripped onto your hips tightly and slowly grinded your hips against his.

you separated from the kiss and slowly moved over to his neck, licking small strapes along his neck. you loved how he crumbled underneath your touch, giving into you and whimpering softly.

you pulled away from his neck and looked up at him. slowly creeping your hand down to his dick.

he knows that he wants this. i mean he was just jerking off to scenarios of you just a few moments ago, but he just didnt think it would actually be happening right now. but he isnt really complaining anyways.

you watched as he squirmed underneath you, shuddering out desperate pleases to be touched once more.

“fuck i need you.” he growled. he moved his hands down in between your legs and moved the rim of your underwear to the side.

he carefully lifted your body up and centered himself underneath you before slowly slipping himself inside of you.

“youre so fucking tight, y/n.” he ran his fingers through your hair and started to gain a steady rhythm.

you rested your head into matts shoulder and used that to place kisses along his neck while he selfishly thrusted into you. you moaned into his ear and gently bit down onto his neck, causing him to let out a stiffled moan.

“dont stop matt, youre doing so fucking good i—,” you gently placed a soft kiss on his lips, trying to keep yourself from screaming too loud. you pulled away quickly and watched as he furrowed his brows in concentration.

matts thrusts began to get more rough by the second and he wasnt holding back anymore. this is what hes always masturbated to and what hes always wished he couldve done with you and he isnt letting that slide now that he has you in his hands.

“oh matt!” you cried, throwing your head back and fluttering your eyes closed.

“im so close…” matt whimpered, desperately trying to seek for release.

the sound of our heavy breathing and skin clapping together flooded the room. the windows fogging up very slightly as you both came to your high.

“im coming!..” matt jolted his hips up once more and came inside you, his come slowly dripping in between your thighs.

he held your waist down until he was finished and buried his face into your neck while peppering small kisses.

you ran your fingers through matts hair before propping yourself up with his hands on matts shoulders. giving him a cheeky grin in my messed up lipstick.

matts neck, face, and collarbone was covered in the faint color of my lipstick. and it looked heavenly.

“you should wear that more often baby.” matt mumbled.

©333sturns

[psychesalcove]

red, white, blues in the sky, summers in the air and baby, heavens in your eyes

✧.* the seven (separate) x reader

synopsis: blurbs about being with the 7 (separate) for the 4th of July!!

cw: swearing, percy + leo being dorks, frank not understand 4th of july at all, hazel being adorable, actually everyone is adorable in this, FLUFF OMG, not proofread AT ALL this is just a rlly fast writing for the holiday,

an: happy 4th of july all of my american readers!! hope you have a good 4th of july, and you're able to see fireworks and or celebrate with your family n friends!! :) also got a bit lazy twords the end, so sorry if my writing gets worse lmao

percy jackson ^᪲᪲᪲

"oh shit, hold on m'gonna go get some rocks to hold down the blanket," percy said as the picnic blanket the two of you had put down starting moving with the breeze in the air. he didn't wait for a response from you, instead running around and finding large enough rocks to stop the blanket from moving.

you smiled as you watched him, breathing out a laugh as you saw him run into conner. conner gave you a questioning look as percy walked off after apologizing, you shrugging your shoulders in response.

soon, percy came back with his rocks he gathered. he quickly set four down, one on each corner of the blanket. "i named that one todd," he explained, pointing to the rock on the bottom right corner of the blanket, "and that one's tofu," pointing to another rock. "i haven't thought of the other names, but maybe you can think of them," he countined as he plopped down next to you; quickly throwing his arm over your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

"is there a theme with the names starting with a t?" you asked, smiling up at percy.

he blinked, thinking for a moment. "i didn't even realize i did that...huh," he mumbled, tilting his head to the side as he thought. "i guess there is a theme now," he concluded.

you laughed. "sounds good perce," you said, referring to what he just said.

he nodded thoughtlessly. "now it's more hard to think of names though," he said, looking at you for assistance with names.

"hush percy. the fireworks are going to start soon."

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annabeth chase ^᪲᪲᪲

the two of you had retreated to her cabin a bit after the hermes cabin starting lighting up fireworks; both of you preferring to stay away from the loud noises and cheering of other demigods.

"thanks for being with me in here," annabeth hummed, grabbing your hand to hold.

you smiled and nodded your head. "of course annie," you said, squeezing her hand as you talked. "i normally go back to my cabin anyway during the fireworks. they can be a lot sometimes," you explained, knowing your girlfriend might be thinking she's keeping you cooped up in the athena cabin.

annabeth let out a breath. "good to know. i didn't want you to think you were stuck in here with me," she said, confirming your suspensions about her thoughts.

you shook your head softly. "even if i usally stayed out, i still would've come here with you. i never feel stuck with you, love." you explained as annabeth started tracing unfamiliar patterns onto your hand.

"i love you so much," she said, quickly dropping her head so her lips could meet yours. you quickly reciprocated the kiss, brining your free hand up to your face.

"love you to, so much." you said as you pulled away. "now, do y'wanna tell me about that book of yours you've been reading?" you asked.

annabeth smiled, pulling you so that you were sitting side to side with her. she quickly grabbed her book off her nightstand, flipping to the page where the summary was. "i thought you'd never ask, my love."

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piper mclean ^᪲᪲᪲

pipers face was inches away from yours, her eyes focused on applying a face design onto your upper cheek. "what are you drawing again, babe?" you asked.

piper quickly shushed you. "hush. you're messing up the design, hon. stay still." she said, pulling away from your face to scold you.

"so mean, pipes." you said, only to receive a small playful push on your shoulder from her. you resisted the urge to laugh, knowing that it would mess up the design more than it already is.

"okay!" piper beamed. "we're done with that," she patted your cheek affectionately.

"i don't even get a kiss?" you asked, smiling at your girlfriend's deadpan look as a reply to your question.

"you'll get one when your makeup is finished, how about that?" she mused, attention going to her makeup bag as she shuffled through it, looking for the next thing to put onto your face.

"deal," you said, agreeing with her proposal. you put your hands into your lap, being mindful of the still wet nail polish piper had put on you earlier.

"what d'you think of glitter for your eyeshadow?" piper asked, displaying a glitter pallet to you.

"whatever you think will look best, my dove," you mused, looking at piper with what drew would describe as heart eyes.

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jason grace ^᪲᪲᪲

jason had his head in your hair, his hand holding yours as he rubbed absent-minded patterns onto your hand. "d'you wanna stay for the fireworks, my love?" he asked, his voice slightly muffled because of his position.

"m'fine with whatever you wanna do babe," you said as you waved back at annabeth as she passed you with percy. you felt jason smile into your hair, before he pulled his head away from yours.

"we'll stay for a while, but if it gets to much for either of us, we can go back to my cabin. sounds good love?" he said, figuring that you might not want to stay for the entire fireworks show.

you hummed. "yeah, that sounds good." you moved your head so it was rested in the crook of jasons neck. he ducked his head down and pressed a light kiss to the top of your head, smiling lightly when he heard you hum in response to the kiss.

"y'know, sometimes i think of now lucky i am to have you," jason started, looking ahead twords the camp lake and watched as percy tackled leo into the water for whatever reason.

"usally, or at least when i was still at camp juniper, i didn't really celebrate anything. i mean, i had people to do things with, but i never had that one person who was mine," he countined, feeling heat from your cheeks on his neck, causing him to chuckle lightly.

"im so, so glad that i met you. and that you can be that one person i can share special memories like this with." he finished, "i love you so much, i hope you know that, love."

"jason, you need to stop randomly dropping speeches like that. but i love you to. so much."

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leo valdez ^᪲᪲᪲

"leo, honey. what on earth happened?" you asked your boyfriend as he sat down on the blanket you had set up on halfblood hill. leos arms and face were covered in what looked like soot, but, knowing your boyfriend, it could've been anything.

he grinned, and looked at you with the sparkle in his eyes that he always had when he was with you. "surprisingly, travis n' conner don't know how to make fireworks correctly; so I helped them," he explained as he sat down across from you, still looking at you like you hung the moon and stars yourself.

you rolled your eyes playfully at his explanation, reaching your hand out to his face to brush the worst of it off. he emideantaly leaned into your touch, humming lightly as your hand brushed away the soot on his face.

"hope i wasn't to late for the good fireworks?" he asked as he repositioned himself so he was sitting next to you instead of across. you shook your head in response and moved closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

he responded to your touch by resting his head atop of yours, and bringing his hand over your shoulders, pulling you even more close than you already were. "i hope you like this next firework, babe. designed it just for you," he said, motioning his head to the sky where you could still see light remains of the previous firework launched.

before you could question what leo meant, the next firework was lit. as it went up into the sky, you could see both yours and leos cabin symbols clear in the sky, along with a heart surrounding the two symbols.

..

frank zhang ^᪲᪲᪲

"i still don't get this whole fourth of july thing," frank said, staring at the sky with a confused look as the next firework was set into the air.

you laughed at frank's statement. "frank, hon, i don't think most americans get what it's about either. they just want to celebrate something and have an excuse to be loud," you explained, shuffling closer to frank, which he responded to by putting his hand over yours and holding it softly.

"yeah, that actually makes sense," frank agrees, before looking past you and at something else. "why does percy have an eagle hat on?" he asks. you turn your head around to be met with the exact sight frank described.

you chuckled, throwing annabeth an apologetic look as she made eye contact with you. she smiled lightly, before saying something to percy, causing him to gasp in what sounded like disbelief.

"and, i don't get the whole red white and blue theme. i mean, it can look good, i guess, but some people take it a bit to far," frank said, shooting a look at leo who was wearing an american flag as a cape.

"hon, i think you're just saying that because of what leos wearing," you said, smiling as frank looked at you with a smile plastered on his face.

"yeah, i am, how'd you know?" he said jokingly, before moving so the two of you were now fully cuddled up with one another.

..

hazel levesque ^᪲᪲᪲

"hazel, you look amazing love," you said in a dreamful tone as you looked at hazel. she was wearing a off white ruffle dress that ended just above her knees, and she had on her jewelry; which included four necklaces, many, many, beaded bracelets, and her rose quarters earrings.

she flushed , painting her cheeks in a deep pink. "thank you, darling. i didn't know if i did to much or not, but since it is a holiday I thought I might as well get a bit dolled up." she explained.

you smiled, beckoning her to sit next to you. "well, i think you look amazing, hazel. and your jewelry goes wonderful with your dress." you said as she took a seat next to you on the picnic blanket.

she blushed again. "you look lovely as well, dear," she muttered, still recovering from your compliments. "oh! i brought some sweet iced tea for the two of us, if you want any." she said, pulling out a jug from her tote bag. "im surprised that none spilled," hazel muttered as she looked at the canister.

she turned her attention to you. "so, you want some, lovely?" she asked again.

you smiled. "of course, love. thanks for bringing drinks. i don't really know if i trust what hermes cabin is giving out to drink," you said, eyes moving to some kids of hermes you didn't personally know offer piper a drink.

hazel turned to look and cringed. "yeah, i don't think i want to try any of that," she said as she turned her attention to pouring a cup for you. "here you go, darling," she smiled.

you thank her with a quick peck to the lips. hazel blushes once again, almost dropping your glass of iced tea in the process.

[harmoonix]

Where mountains kiss the

sky

°Morning Fresh Astrology Notes°

⛰️ : Saturn in Gemini may have a difficulty in talking and expressing themselves, they can aslo develop anxiety/panic attacks (Applying if you have Saturn in your 3rd house or Saturn at Gemini Degrees 3°, 15°, 27°)

⛰️: Saturn in Scorpio or Saturn in the 8th house may have a fear for intimacy/or a fear that their partner may not accept them the way they are. (You don't have to be scared of that, the right person will accept the way you are)

⛰️: Virgo/Capricorn and Gemini Moons can find therapy and meditation in the nature, it actually helps their minds a lot

⛰️: Moon square Mercury can use music as a sign to talk. For example when they feel sad/hurt they may be listening to sad songs to fit their mood

⛰️: Taurus/Pisces/Libra and Leo placements love to decorate, their house might be full of decorations and a good vibe

⛰️: Venus square Uranus may find themselves dating more/multiple partners. Like that type of person who could've had a lot of people in the past

⛰️: Moon - Ascendant aspects can make someone childlike, like to give you the vibe that they are young and sometimes acting like a kid. That may be their inner kid feeling themselves good

⛰️: Don't provoke someone with Aries Placements because they are so competitive. They love competition and everything related to winning

⛰️:4th house placements are very traditional and they may like to keep those traditions in their family. Unhealed 4th house placements can be very strict

⛰️: Moon/Sun - South Node aspects may like to watch shows from their childhood to comfort themselves

⛰️: 11th house placements LOVE/ADORE to spend time with their friends especially if you have your Moon or Sun in this house

⛰️: If you have Venus - Moons aspects and you're single, you may have the desire to want a partner/relationship with this aspects you basically seek for love

⛰️: Pluto - Asc aspects/Lilith - asc aspects and Aquarius Risings, their first expressions are so on point. They know how to do it, and when to do it, in order to be a success

⛰️: Moon - Mercury/Jupiter aspects have the most beautiful smiles ever, they literally look so happy when they smile.

⛰️: People with a lot of fire in their charts can get irritated fast, they can be also very bold when it comes to their temper. And they may also have a sharp tongue

⛰️: Saturn in Cancer can be one of the most difficult placements to have Saturn in because it mostly tells us about a problem with nurturing/taking care of yourself but also family issues = all these combined (Applied to Saturn in the 4th house or Saturn in Cancer Degrees 4°, 16°, 28°)

⛰️: People with Saturn in the 6th/10th/12th house can get tired so fast, like I know so many people with these placements including myself and omg I just wanna sleep all day (Btw sleeping helps your body a lot, like your body actually heals during sleep)

⛰️: Something I observed about the Moon - Saturn aspects is that they know how to hide their pain long enough so nobody can see them hurt. They may have their reasons for that

⛰️: Sagittarius/Aquarius placements can either be very social either very shy, like they can have this ambient energy of both of things

⛰️: I have a feeling people with Hekate {100} in the 1st/12th house have a really powerful intuition, like they know how to act based on their intuition

⛰️: I have the feeling people with Jupiter in the 9th house tend to be teachers favorite, I mean this placement in general shows a lot of luck in school/highschool/university etc so with this you can also impress teachers (Applying if you have Jupiter in Sagittarius)

⛰️: Moon in the 7th house/Moon in Libra have the tendency to feel sad/depressed if they are not in a relationship, they'll seek for it and most times they can end up in a toxic relationship because of this "love" for relationships

⛰️: Pluto - Venus aspects/Scorpio Venus or Venus in the 8th house can attract possessive people into their lives, and be aware cuz not everyone has good intentions

⛰️: Lilith - Saturn aspects don't like when people tell them what to do. Because they generally don't like to listen to others and instead to make their own rules. Natives with such placements can be rebels.

⛰️: South Node aspecting the Moon > esp the conjunction > It can be very challenging because with those aspects you have a hard time with your letting your past to go. You often remember your past and that can cause you pain

⛰️: Ascendant quincunx Lilith, seen as a minor aspect, I found this aspect a lot in people's charts. Natives with this placement in their chart are unsure of their desires, they also may have it hard when it comes to their sexuality

⛰️ - Oh my god, imagine what a view from these mountains and imagine the selfies you can get 😍, jokes aside I think our earth looks much better with a lot of green in it instead of pollution, so we have to take a lot of care of our earth ⛰️

⛰️ - I hope everyone has a good day full of good vibes, if you can spend time in nature, do it if you want, because it's the best thing to nurture yourself when you get low, just stay on the grass and look at sky, trust me is free therapy ⛰️

⛰️ Yours truly, Harmoonix 🦋⛰️

[pinkthrone445]

~Too old for this s**t~

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender: hurt, fluff.

Warnlings : (+18) strong words, mention of sex, vulgar language .

Summary:Because of Melissa's insecurities, she ends up breaking off her relationship with you, hurting both of you in the process.

The sound of the alarm began to wake you up, it sounded distant, soft. All you wanted to do was go back to sleep. Your body felt so warm, comfortable, it was where it belonged, in the arms of your girlfriend Melissa. Her hands were hugging your waist, still fast asleep, you were hugging her torso with your face hidden between her breasts and your legs intertwined with her. It felt like you were sleeping on a cloud, in the sky itself, in paradise, away from all worries, the only thing around you and your senses was Mel's scent and the soft sound of her breath on the crown of your head. The alarm started to sound again, a little louder this time, making the redhead wake up barely opening her eyes, a soft laugh escaped from her mouth when she saw how much you had hidden your face between her breasts, she even wondered how it was that you could breathe

-"Good morning Principessa" - Mel spoke in a more rapturous voice than usual and saw how you snuggled more into her chest making her laugh - "Your breath tickles me hon, how is it that you're even breathing between my breasts?"

-"I can barely breathe, but I'd die happily if I died suffocated by your breasts" - you replied barely audible because you were squeezed in there and the redhead laughed again caressing your hair. She knew that mornings were difficult for you, so she took care of giving you affection a while early so that you would wake up in a good mood before having to go to school.

Although you didn't want to get up, like every morning, the eldest convinced you by saying that you would take a bath together, to which you happily agreed by filling the bathtub. The woman took it upon herself to continue giving you love, washing your hair, and kissing your back and shoulders as you bathed together.

You and Melissa had been dating for more than two years, she met you in a bar when she was on vacation, after that you kept talking and started a long-distance relationship, after a year and a half of constant travel and calls to see each other, you moved in with her, applying for a job at the school where she already worked, since you were also a teacher, of art, but a teacher like her. Mel was the one with the idea that you move there and apply for the job, which you didn't think much about and accepted since you would do everything to be by her side. The two of you agreed to leave the relationship outside the school, you thought it would be the wisest thing to do to avoid questioning the relationship, especially because of the age difference (which made the redhead very insecure). The only one who knew was Barbara, Melissa's best friend.

Moving in with her wasn't entirely easy, your parents weren't very happy when you introduced your partner, a woman a little more than twice your age. They expressed their displeasure when you said you would move in with her, but when they saw you so convinced they supported you, not quite, but they didn't get in the way either. Your family had a lot of money, which made Mel doubt why you were with her, you were young and well-moneyed, dating an older woman with a state professor's salary, that was odd for her. But when she saw how you imposed yourself on your parents just to go with her, she realized that it was love that you felt. But that didn't stop her from having insecurities from time to time.

Since you had moved, everything had gone well, the other teachers treat you well and the relationship with the redhead was perfect. Mel wasn't very affectionate or expressing her feelings much, but after spending so much time apart, she convinced herself that she would give you all the love and cuddles you wanted now that she had you by her side, which made you very happy because you were very clingy when you were alone with her.

After breakfast, the two of you drove to work, she in her car and you in yours so you wouldn't arrive together and raise suspicions. The only time you saw each other on a normal school day was during recesses or at lunch, and from time to time when it was turn to control the children's lunch break together. All the time you gave each other glances or comments with double meanings, which the others did not notice apparently, except for Barbara. However, today was a different day, it was open house day. Which meant that if parents or neighbors didn't go, you'd be spending a lot of time together in the staff room, playing something, or eating together with the others.

While you all expected no one to attend, this year the open house had quite a bit of support, making the school full of interested parents and families. Although Mel couldn't spend much time with you, being busy with students and parents in her class, she was watching you all day, especially as some mothers came over to talk or flirt with you, they were all women close to your age and striking in appearance. What made the redhead feel insecure, not jealous, insecure of the age difference and the state of her body, even though you reminded her how perfect she was all the time, her insecurities haunted her almost every night, especially when you fell asleep naked curled up close to her.

Coming home only fueled her insecurities, Ava had invited the younger ones to drink, that including you (although Ava was closer to Mel age than yours). Even though you said no, using the excuse that you already had other plans, the redhead felt bad. Many times there were things you didn't do because she wasn't invited with the younger ones, even though she insisted that you go anyway, you said that it wasn't the same if she wasn't there, that you didn't have fun in the same way, although she knew that the truth was that you didn't want your girlfriend to feel left out.

Melissa arrived a few minutes before you at the house and started cooking something for both of you, when you arrived, you hugged her from behind resting your chin on her shoulder and kissing her neck. You have been apart all day and all you wanted was a make-out session with the eldest. But she seemed to have her head elsewhere, ignoring you and almost burning the onion she was dephrying

-"Babe, are you okay?" - You asked, turning off the stove and gently taking her face in your hands for her to look at you. The redhead nodded so you wouldn't worry, but in truth her head was going a thousand miles an hour questioning a lot of things

-"Yeah, just a one long day, one of my kids isn't having a good atmosphere at home and that worries me" - She whispered and kissed your lips softly

-"Do you want us to talk about it? Maybe I could help you find a way to help them" - you said, stroking her cheek, smiling at how much she cared about her students. She shook her head

-"Not now, maybe tomorrow, now I want to finish cooking for us to eat something" -She replied and you shook your head knowing that if she was distracted, she was destined to burn something and that would only make her crankier or sadder. After convincing her, the two of you sat on the couch watching one of Mel's favorite movies while eating ice cream, you lying on her lap while she stroked your hair. If it weren't for the redhead's tear-filled eyes when she looked at you so relaxed and distracted, that would have been a normal night of caresses and tranquility. But throughout the movie, the redhead stared at you instead of the TV, thing you didn't realize, trying to memorize your face forever and wondering if what she was about to do was the right thing to do.

When the movie was over and so was the ice cream, the two went to bed. Like every night, you snuggled up hugging her, but her nervous breathing did not go unnoticed by you, she was about to cry and you knew it, so you sat on the bed in front of her holding her hands

-"My love, what's going on, I've never seen you so worried about a student"-you spoke affectionately caressing her hands and she could only avoid your gaze and sob a little

-"I'm so sorry..."—it was the only thing that made it out of her mouth and that confused you more

-Why? You don't have to apologize for being sad, we all have our days love."-You answered and Mel insulted herself for what she was about to do, you were so good, so perfect

-"This isn't about a student, it's about us. I... I'm so sorry but this isn't working anymore. We don't work anymore. It was fun at first but I don't feel the same way anymore, you're a nice distraction, but I need to find someone more mature and closer to my age. Someone with whom I have more shared experiences and understands me better"-Mel spoke as fast as she could, avoiding looking at you before her crying wouldn't let her talk anymore. She didn't mean anything she was saying, she would never find anyone more perfect for her than you, but she needed to leave you so that you can be happy and live your life to the fullest as you deserved, not ruining and wasting your youth by her side. Her heart sank as she felt you let go of her hands

-What are you talking about Melissa, what's really going on?" - You asked hurt and she didn't say anything or look at you -"Melissa Ann Schemmenti, look at me and tell me the truth, what's really going on?"

Melissa sighed and finally looked at you, she could see in your eyes the pain and anger she was causing you. But she knew she had to be quick and leave no doubt, this was the best thing for you. She was already grown up and had lived her life, she would feel satisfied if she died without having her happy ending as long as you lived your life and if you got a happy ending with someone who would be with you longer in your life than she could ever be.

-"There is no other truth, what you heard is the truth, I don't feel the same way about you or this relationship anymore, I think that coming to live together was a mistake, you should never have come, much less started a relationship, this had a start date, and from the beginning, it had an expiration date. We have a lot of age difference, this was never going to work, I think we both knew it but we ignored it because it was exciting at first, but that excitement is over now and I don't want to go on with this or with you, I'm sorry but it's over, I don't love you anymore and I can't pretend anymore that I do"-The last words came out just as a whisper as she saw the damage that she was doing to you, but time after time, she repeated herself that this was the best thing for you, even if it hurt, in the long run it would be the best thing. You got out of bed with your eyes full of tears, you couldn't believe what you were hearing, this wasn't your Mel, the only thing you prayed was that everything was a nightmare and you woke up soon. But the pain you felt, confirmed to you that this was all very real, even your legs were shaking as you walked to the door of the room-"Where are you leaving? Don't you have anything to say?" - Her words came out without thinking and she immediately regretted it when you turned around to face her

-"What do you want me to tell you, Melissa?"- You shrugged your shoulders confused, tears fell non-stop in your eyes and in hers-"What do you want me to tell you? That this wasn't how I imagined the night would end? That I love you? That I don't want you to leave me? That I pray to the heavens to awaken from this horrible nightmare? Nothing I can say is going to change what's going on"-You walked to the door of the room and sighed trying to calm your crying, turning your back to her, you spoke from the doorframe-"I'll go sleep on the couch, tomorrow I'll see where I can stay..."-Melissa wanted to interrupt you but you wouldn't let her.- "I'll sleep on the couch because if you do it, your neck hurts later...When I get a place to stay, I'll come pick up my stuff"-You said before you went downstairs to the living room to sleep or try to sleep, which you couldn't do because you spent all your time crying hugging yourself, asking why this was going on. Mel didn't sleep a bit either, crying and wishing that life hadn't been so unfair by bringing two people together with such a lifetime apart.

In the morning, the red-haired woman carefully went down the stairs not knowing what to do when she saw you, but when she reached the first floor, you were no longer there, neither you nor your car were at home.

After crying some more and taking a bath, she went to work, putting on a lot of makeup to cover up the large dark circles under her eyes.

Upon arrival, she went straight to her class, trying to avoid everyone, especially Barbara who could read her with just a glance.

At lunchtime, Melissa looked out the window of the teachers' break room, seeing how you were sitting in your car, staring into nothingness itself. She sighed with guilt and pain

-"Hey Melissa Did you bring food?" - Her friend spoke frightening the redhead, turning to look at her but avoiding her eyes she shook her head -"Let's buy then" - The older one spoke and looked at Melissa's side, as if looking for something or someone near or behind the redhead - "And (Y/N)? Where is she? Is she sick and didn't come? She never misses an opportunity to eat or spend time with you" -The last comment was added as they were alone in the break room, the redhead couldn't help herself and started crying silently avoiding her friend's gaze

-"She's in her car, I don't think she'll come to eat with us today... Or any other day. Last night I broke up with her and she kinda hates me now" - She whispered embarrassedly and her friend ran to hug her, confused and worried about her.

-"What did she do to you? You loved that kid. What did she do wrong for you to break up with her?" - Her friend asked, and the redhead laughed with pain in her heart

-"She didn't do anything wrong but the problem is in what you said, she is a child, with so much to live and enjoy, so many people to meet and so many things to do and I just... Because of me, she doesn't do many of the things she wants to do. I broke up with her so she can be happy, she can look for someone who can be with her in everything she wants, someone who doesn't have the same age as her mother, someone with the same age as her..."-The redhead sighed sadly, trying to control her crying and the eldest shook her head, she had never seen her friend this sad in all the years they had worked together

-"That girl loved you with all her being, I witnessed how she looked at you and admired you, but if you are sure that this is the best decision, I support you"-Barbara commented and then encouraged the redhead to eat something.

When the school day was over, Melissa looked outside for your car, but noticed that you were already gone. When she got home, his sadness increased when she noticed how you had taken advantage of her absence to take all your belongings from the house. The only thing that had remained was the immense emptiness, now the house looked very big, very quiet, very sad, just like her life without you.

A couple more days passed, where you avoided the redhead at all costs. Barbara tried to talk to you to find out how you were or where you were staying, you knew Melissa had sent her, it wasn't her fault to be in the middle of the two, but she barely managed to get a couple of words out of you before she stopped insisting and left.

Every day that passed was more painful, the harder it was to sleep alone or eat, and the harder it was to avoid the redhead. You barely crossed her when she came to pick up her students from your class, but you didn't even look at her, you couldn't do it without feeling how her words hurt you again.

A month passed since you left the house, another month living in a hotel, missing sleeping with her, sleeping lousy, eating worse, crying almost every night, not wanting to wake up or breathe anymore. One more month watching her out of the corner of your eye walk past you, spending the hours of break alone in your classroom or in the garden, trying to distract you from your tumultuous thoughts.

Today you were planning to avoid her as usual, but as soon as you opened the door to your classroom, she was in front of you, giving you no room to escape

-"What do you want Schemmenti?" - Your posture was tense, your eyes red and haggard, and your tone was dry, hurtful, and angry

-"Good morning..."-She whispered in pain when she saw you so sad, she knew it was her fault. She thought that by that time you would be better and determined to move forward, but you looked worse and worse, you looked like a ghost - "I wanted to know if we could talk a little..."

-"I don't have anything to say to you, I don't have time either, I'm too busy" - You responded dryly by trying to get her out of your classroom, avoiding touching her for fear that your "strong" façade would break, but she didn't move an inch

-"Please hon..." - she begged with those beautiful eyes that not to long ago made you drop to your knees for her. You were about to insult her and respond very badly, but you couldn't because a child entered class, although you smiled and greeted him, your smile did not reach your sad eyes, she knew you well enough to notice when you smiled with your eyes-"Please"- she insisted and you sighed, you knew that when something got into her head, it was hard for her to give up

-"We'll talk at recess, I have a class to teach now, so you can leave Schemmenti"- you replied without looking at her, arranging the things on your desk. The redhead smiled and left satisfied.

You always hated Thursdays, it was vending machine refill day, the man who did that job always flirted with Melissa, she always ignored him, but since you weren't together anymore, nothing stopped her. But you thought that maybe she would wait a little longer to start flirting with someone, especially at the school where you were, but you were wrong

-"I'll take you to a night you'll never forget, you and me, Dave & Buster's, huh? What do you think?" - The man said just as you were entering the break room, which made you burst out with a dry laugh as you saw him talking to Melissa. You knew the woman well, too well, to know that she liked fine and delicate things, she liked to be pampered, you knew the list of her favorite gifts and restaurants, Dave & Buster's was none of them. You came to give her a chance to talk, but when you heard the conversation, you hadn't heard much, but enough to stop wanting to talk to her again

-"Good idea Nick (you knew that wasn't his name, but he was flirting with your ex-girlfriend and that bothered you) is a very good idea, maybe when you get out of there you could take her to one of those cheap motels, where they make you sign a contract before entering in case you get bitten by a bug in their properties. I bet Schemmenti is going to be very happy, you're a real catch"-You spoke sarcastically by patting the man on the back before turning to look at the redhead, taking out the keys to the house and leaving them on top of her cell phone that was on the table. - "I hope you have a nice day and a beautiful and romantic date"- you said looking her in the eyes angrily before leaving the place.

Melissa looked at everything confused, the interaction, the keys, the man, her friend, the door where you had gone, everything had happened so fast. She grabbed the keys and went after you running down the hall

-"(Y/N)! Wait!" -She yelled in her thick accent but you didn't stop, wanting to get to your classroom to lock yourself in so you wouldn't have to listen to her, but just as you were about to enter she grabbed your arm causing you to freeze in place, even the slightest touch could bring back the most sinful memories- "Why did you give me your keys?"- she asked, watching as you turned to her and pulled your arm out of her grip

-"Because in case you don't remember, you broke up with me and we don't live together anymore, plus I wouldn't want to walk into the house one day only to find how the stupid guy is banging you against the counter"-You responded with your blood boiling, she's never seen you so angry

-"That's not what happened, the conversation started because Barb..."-The redhead wanted to explain, but she couldn't continue talking because you slammed the door in her face.

All the rest of the day, Mel tried to talk to you, but she couldn't.

At night the other teachers went out to drink and invited her, the redhead thought it would be a good idea to distract herself, but she regretted it immediately when she arrived at the place and you were already there, quite drunk, talking to one of the youngest teachers. She didn't know how much alcohol you had drunk, but it was noticeable that a lot, you were talking incoherently, dancing from time to time and you didn't even recognize your work partners well. The redhead was used to drinking, but you weren't, so what you had taken had not only been a lot, but it had hit you hard.

At the end of the night, Jacob, who had been with you most of the night, approached Melissa and Jannne a little bit nervous, well, more nervous than he already was

-"She's very drunk, she's asking me for her car keys but I won't give them to her to drive like that, but I don't know where she lives to take her either. She also wants me to take her to the zoo to steal a penguin so she can have someone to sleep with. You know that I like to help a strong and independent woman, but I don't know if there are penguins in the zoo, I never go because I don't like animal exploitation and the conditions in which they are keeping animals for our entertainment, I think it's very cruel..." - The young boy was talking non-stop and that made Mel's eyes roll, how he got a partner is still a mystery for her

-"I'll take her home"- The redhead volunteered, and the boy breathed a sigh of relief. When Mel grabbed your waist to take you from the bar to the car, she expected you to resist or insult her, but instead, you hugged her and hid around her neck breathing in her perfume, too drunk to remember why you were mad at her. Mel sighed sadly, she missed having you around, hugging you and being with you so much. After begging you for a bit, you told her where you were staying and she was able to take you to your room. The eldest was hurt to see that you were in a hotel, it's not that you didn't have money to pay for it, it hurt her that you hadn't gotten a space of your own and that you left the house to her without protesting, even though she was the one who had been at fault. You had let her be in the comforts of a home while you were in a hotel that didn't feel like home, your clothes were still in the boxes and suitcases, you hadn't even occupied the drawers and there were several containers of fast food on the trash, you weren't even eating well.

The redhead took off your shoes and helped you put on some more comfortable clothes and then watched as you curled up in bed. Not wanting to break into your space anymore, she said goodbye to leave, but your fragile voice stopped her

-"Can you stay for a while? - You whispered with pleading eyes, obviously you still didn't realize that you were angry with her -"I've been sleeping badly for a long time and it would really help me rest if you stay, I don't like being alone" - You pleaded looking so small, your words were clumsy because of the alcohol but your determination was strong. Mel barely smiled and sat on the bed next to you, her heart almost stopped when you lay on her chest and hugged her around the waist closing your eyes and smiling-"You know? I had a girlfriend who looked a lot like you"- you began to babble- "she's the most beautiful, intelligent, loving, perfect woman I've ever seen in my life... But she was too much of a woman for me and apparently I wasn't enough for her."- You said and sighed. Since you had separated you hadn't talked to anyone about this, if you talked to your family they would tell you that they told you so, your friends were far away living on another continent, your co-workers didn't know that you and Mel were dating, the only one who knew was Barbara and she was friends with Mel, so you didn't have anyone to talk to and your drunken brain was betraying you by making you say everything to her-"She told me that I was a distraction, that she didn't love me anymore. At first I didn't believe her, I thought she was telling me because of fears she sometimes had, but when I saw her flirting with someone else, it became clear to me that I was just a distraction to her if she already moved on, she was my whole word and I was just a toy. And you know what hurts me the most? That I can't hate her, that I love her more than the first day we kissed, that I keep dreaming about her, sleeping in her favorite shirt, that I miss kissing all her freckles, I miss making her laugh, I miss kissing her, I miss her food, her caresses, her body, I miss her and I love her so much it hurts..."

Mel could only hug you as you cried into her chest, she had hurt you so much she didn't know what to do, you didn't deserve any of this. You cried yourself to sleep, Mel covered you with a blanket and went home, she knew that if you woke up next to her in the morning, you would be angry and the moment would not be pretty.

The next day at school, Mel spoke to Barbara, doubting whether her decision had been the right one or not

-"I miss her, I miss being with her, listening to her funny comments or her intelligence, I miss cuddling, I miss seeing her laugh, I miss making her happy, I don't like to cause her pain... I miss how she challenged me, the movie nights, the nights of watching games, even though she didn't understand anything. The poker nights, she was good taking all my money, or the stripper poker... I think that's where she let me win to undress for me... God, how I miss touching her, her moans, her ass, that ass drove me crazy, I could have stayed and lived there... I miss sitting on her face and those things she did with her tongue... "-The redhead spoke desperately and nervously, she needed immediate help

-"I don't want any more details"—her friend interrupted her for everything she was saying-"The only thing this separation achieved is to make you both miserable. That girl loves you, she told you last night, she's told you since the moment you met. That young woman left her country and everyone she knew to live with you. She's with you out of love, because it can't be for money with the salary we have. She doesn't care about the age difference, she only cares about being with you and making you happy. With what your ex has made you suffer, when you get someone who makes you happy, you have to hold on to them with all your heart. You can't let fear guide your life Melissa"-Her friend gave advice, and the two of them watched as you walked straight into your classroom down the hallway - "Go talk to her before you end up tearing your hair out because of the frustration you're carrying."

The redhead nodded and ran out to your classroom, when you saw her, you sighed loudly

-"Schemmenti not now, my head is breaking from the hangover and I don't feel like arguing right now" - You spoke squeezing your eyes closed with the palms of your hands, trying to hide from the light coming through the window

-"I fucked up, I know and I'm so sorry, nothing I said was true. You were never a distraction, you've always been my whole life. I never stopped loving you, in fact, I love you more every minute that passes" -Melissa started talking non-stop, she needed to tell the whole truth and reverse the damage she had done to you, she couldn't let her fears make her lose the most important person in her life- "This month without you has been torture, I see you in every place at home, I see your absence in every aspect of my life. I miss the miracle of your caresses at dawn. I miss how your eyes, just by looking at me, can change my whole day. I miss going out to eat together, or when we watched movies or games at home, I miss fighting with you and have reconciliation sex, I miss everything about you, I miss you and I love you. I can't lose you, you're my whole life. I thought you'd be better off with someone your age, but I realized that because of my fears, I hurt both of us and I'll spend my whole life remedying the hurt I did to you if you'll let me. Whether it works or not, whether it's right or wrong, living it with you is the glory. Please forgive me, I can't live another day without you"-Mel watched as you got up from your desk and stood in front of her very seriously, she thought maybe you'd slap her, which she wouldn't stop because she deserved it

-"Melissa, sei una donna molto idiota, quante volte ho bisogno di ripeterti che non mi interessa la differenza di età, anzi, la adoro. Sono ancora arrabbiato, ma ti perdono, perché sei sicuramente un idiota, ma questo non mi fa amare di meno" (You are a very idiotic woman, how many times do I need to repeat to you that I don't care about the age difference, in fact, I love it. I'm still angry, but I forgive you, Because you're an idiot for sure, but that doesn't make me love you any less)-Mel smiled when she heard you and came closer to you but you stopped her - "It's going to cost you dearly to remedy this. You do something like that again and it's not going to end well for you, understood?" - You said with a raised eyebrow and Mel nodded, she was usually the one with the threats but she liked this side of you. You smiled looking into her eyes and kissed her slowly, feeling how the redhead put her hands on your hips and you put yours around her neck. How you missed her kisses, her scent, her whole being. You wanted the kiss to be tender but you had missed her too much to control yourself, so you bit her lip, drawing a gasp out of her. The redhead was easy to turn on and with desire she pressed you against the blackboard and her body, causing the air to leave your body by the force with which she did it. Taking advantage of that movement, she stuck her tongue into your mouth, so a moan escaped your lips

-"Hell girls! I always imagined that Melissa was kinky, but not that you were both like that! Damm!-Ava screamed from the hallway door, you sighed against Melissa's lips and hid in her neck, playing with her necklaces, covering yourself from the principal's view. Her scream attracted the other teachers who were there, surprised at how the redhead had you in her grip, only making your cheeks turn red from embarrassment

-"Melissa! (Y/N)! You're in school for God's sake! The children could arrive at any time. I know I told you to reconcile, but not to have a make-out session here in the middle of the classroom! - Barbara spoke and the other teachers looked at her in surprise when they heard the implication that you were already dating before.

Melissa gently caressed your waist and kissed your forehead, happy that everyone already knew you were together, happy to be back together

-"Please come back home with me hon"-she whispered in your ear and you nodded hiding more in her neck while she hugged you.

[wambsgansshoelaces]

maybe general dating headcanons of the succession characters? like the type of partners/lovers they are? thx 😸

hi anon!! so sorry this is late AKDJSJF hopefully you like it x love u thank u for requesting <3

listened to “i see the light” on loop while I wrote this so now it’s the size of a oneshot

dating them (succession main cast)

Kendall

ᝰ idc what you have to say, words of affirmation is his TOP love language

ᝰ all the others apply to him but like

ᝰ that one is his favorite

ᝰ both to give and to receive

ᝰ he’s always making sure you’re happy

ᝰ in the moment and just in general

ᝰ and it’s like his world comes crashing down when you express you’re feeling insecure

ᝰ he’s your #1 supporter in self love

ᝰ once you’ve moved in together, he starts leaving you notes where he know’s you’ll find them

ᝰ things like “you’re loved” with crappy doodles of hearts and two stick figures that you think are supposed to be the both of you

ᝰ he likes treating you to nice things whenever he can

ᝰ fancy dinners, jewelry, watches, vacations

ᝰ he has the money; it’s not like he’s just going to NOT spend it on you

ᝰ and he’s your biggest advocate in everything

ᝰ sometime’s he’s lowkey rude about it

ᝰ like if your order comes out wrong at a restaurant

ᝰ he’s all “um, actually, no, this isn’t right”

ᝰ and you’re just “ken calm down”

ᝰ “no, you deserve the best, which is what you’re going to get.”

ᝰ maybe he’s not so much into kissing in public, but he’s always touching you one way or another

ᝰ he’s always holding your hand, or you’ve taken his bicep or elbow, or he has his hand on the small of your back, your hip, your shoulder

ᝰ the paparazzi is always around, and he wants you close and safe

ᝰ and he also likes that everyone can see that the two of you are involved

ᝰ committed to each other

ᝰ at the end of the day, he’s just happy you’re his

ᝰ you make him a better man

ᝰ and he’s eternally grateful that he has you

ᝰ he’s your big ol softie

Roman

ᝰ physical touch and quality time

ᝰ you spend all of your evenings together cuddled up and murmuring to each other about your days

ᝰ can’t cook for the life of him, but when he can, he makes you breakfast

ᝰ if your hair is long, he’ll learn to braid just so he can spend mor time with you

ᝰ under all the jokes he’s really just soft and sapp

ᝰ he treats you with so much car

ᝰ everything he does is thought out as to how you’ll receive i

ᝰ he only takes you out to dinner when he knows you’ll be able to have your favorite table

ᝰ he learns how to make different kinds of soup for you when you’re sick

ᝰ subtle pda king

ᝰ if you’re at dinner with his family, his hand’s on your thigh

ᝰ if you’re out walking in the street, he’s holding your hand

ᝰ if you’re lounging around on his dad’s yacht, his head’s on your stomach

ᝰ and he’s snoring but that’s not the point

ᝰ he loves just being with you

ᝰ he sits right up against you when you’re on the couch

ᝰ he lets you sit in his lap whenever you want

ᝰ his arm’s around you in every picture you take

ᝰ your cheeks smushed together in a bunch of selfies

ᝰ you’re his phone wallpaper

ᝰ work and home

ᝰ he loves talking about you

ᝰ at work galas he absolutely adores introducing you as his spouse

ᝰ or if you’re not there he asks “oh, do you happen to know my partner?”

ᝰ and then talks about you nonstop

ᝰ at a dinner you leave him to go get something for you both to drink

ᝰ before you make your way back, you spot him talking to a colleague

ᝰ he has his wallet out, and he’s showing the colleague something

ᝰ you get closer and realize it’s a picture of you

Shiv

ᝰ she treats you like a queen

ᝰ she’s a physical touch girl

ᝰ but really she loves words of affirmation

ᝰ and gift giving

ᝰ giving you gifts, specifically

ᝰ her favorite part of life after meeting you is spending lazy mornings in, cuddled up, kissing, touching

ᝰ she particularly enjoys going on long walks with you

ᝰ down piers, beaches, whatever

ᝰ her hand in yours, her eyes towards the sky

ᝰ she loves bringing things back for you from work trips

ᝰ or any trip she takes

ᝰ chocolates, matching bracelets, trinkets that remind you of her

ᝰ she makes all your days brighter

ᝰ one day on a visit to her office to bring her lunch, you find out there's literally seven framed pictures of you on her desk

ᝰ you are her phone wallpaper

ᝰ but she has it so it changes every time her phone closes

ᝰ so it's really thirty different photos of you are her wallpaper

ᝰ most mornings, she’s tucked up against you

ᝰ face buried in your neck

ᝰ it’s her favorite place to be

ᝰ just with you

ᝰ despite all of her peacocking and chest puffery, she just needs your support

ᝰ she needs you

ᝰ she needs her rock

ᝰ your love

ᝰ she tends to overthink and stress herself out

ᝰ but when things look like they’re going bad, she knows she can come to you

ᝰ and you’ll kiss her, tell her she’s beautiful, coo to her with that perfect voice of yours

ᝰ and suddenly everything is okay again

ᝰ for that, she knows you deserve the world

ᝰ she pampers you

ᝰ spoils you

ᝰ a tradition between the two of you is an annual trip down to the caribbean

ᝰ you both spend all your time out on the beach

ᝰ either splashing each other in the water

ᝰ or her curled up on top of you, skin pressed to yours

ᝰ she loves doing your hair and picking out outfits when you let her

ᝰ she loves doting on you when you’re sick

ᝰ she can’t bear it when you’re hurt

ᝰ but obviously won’t ever show it

ᝰ what she will show is how much she loves you

ᝰ everywhere you go, you feel loved

ᝰ she’ll never stop loving you

Tom

ᝰ mr. quality time

ᝰ literally does not care what you’re doing; he’s with you

ᝰ all he wants is to be with you

ᝰ you bring him peace

ᝰ his favorite pastime is cuddling with you in bed

ᝰ specifically with your jaw cupped in his hand, anchoring your head to his chest

ᝰ along with quality time, he’s huge on gift giving

ᝰ every week, he comes home with flowers

ᝰ and there’s always a fresh vase on your work desk

ᝰ he LOVES writing you notes

ᝰ love letters, even

ᝰ every new bouquet of flowers that show up at your work come with a heartfelt note

ᝰ in every single one, he tells you he loves you

ᝰ then writes about whatever it is he has going on in his day and how he’s thinking of you

ᝰ while he’ll never admit it, he loves pda

ᝰ specifically when you initiate it

ᝰ it makes him all smiley and happy

ᝰ he especially loves it when you’re hanging off of his arm at work things and he gets to show you off

ᝰ he just thinks you’re the most gorgeous person to exist ever

ᝰ he can never go to sleep without his arms around you

ᝰ he started wearing those nasal strips because he knows he snores and doesn’t want to keep you awake

ᝰ this man loves him a good restaurant

ᝰ but only if you’re there with him

ᝰ he can never get behind sitting across from you unless you’re in a booth

ᝰ he says that it’s more intimate when you’re sitting next to each other at a square table

ᝰ ALWAYS lets you eat from his plate

ᝰ if he ever ‘stoops as low’ (his words) as to go to a fast food place, he always asks if you want fries

ᝰ he knows to get you an order regardless otherwise you’ll just steal from him

ᝰ not that he cares anyway

ᝰ he also particularly loves watching the sun set with you

ᝰ something poetic about the sky almost being as beautiful as you

ᝰ you both try to watch it whenever you can

ᝰ because you only have so many days on this earth

ᝰ he wants to spend as many of them as physically possible with you

ᝰ you’ve noticed, though, over the sunsets, he doesn’t really pay attention to them after a certain amount of time

ᝰ he just stares at you

ᝰ and whenever you catch his eyes, they’re so full of love

ᝰ just for you

ᝰ only for you

Greg

ᝰ acts of service warrior

ᝰ LOVES doing things for you

ᝰ whether it be chores or bringing you coffee at work

ᝰ he likes feeling useful

ᝰ especially if he feels useful to you

ᝰ it’s a different sort of ecstasy for him

ᝰ you like buying him bracelets

ᝰ he wears them everywhere

ᝰ you’d gotten him an “i love my partner” (those like i <3 my gf) pin as a joke and he unironically wears it around on his waystar lanyard

ᝰ "yeah, my partner got that for me!"

ᝰ he’s a bit panicky and overthinks too much

ᝰ but he just has to look at you and his anxieties come under control

ᝰ he’s always running around, so he really enjoys just laying with you in bed

ᝰ he sleeps like a dying victorian child

ᝰ slumped over on you like the life was sucked from him

ᝰ he likes going on miniature adventures with you

ᝰ they’re nothing crazy; just dates that push him out of his comfort zone

ᝰ like kayaking

ᝰ you had to force him into the boat to go kayaking with you

ᝰ like physically

ᝰ yeah he’s scared, he doesn’t want to get hurt

ᝰ he doesn’t want you to get hurt

ᝰ but he hears you laughing and sees your gorgeous smile

ᝰ and that’s when he realizes he can just suck it up

ᝰ because he wants you happy

ᝰ he learns how to make those braided bracelets for you

ᝰ it’s a calming hobby, and he likes seeing them on your wrists

ᝰ he made something for you

ᝰ and you like it

ᝰ that’s all he could ever need in life

ᝰ he learns how to cook your favorite meals for you

ᝰ and he’s a surprisingly good cook

ᝰ his hyper vigilance over the food makes it come out almost perfectly every time

ᝰ unless he’s having a breakdown

ᝰ which happens less now that he’s gotten with you

ᝰ you make things calm

ᝰ he loves calm

ᝰ he loves you

Stewy

ᝰ he’s so extra

ᝰ literally every single love language under the sun is his favorite one

ᝰ showers you with little trinkets that just remind him of you

ᝰ if you collect something, he’s constantly gifting you specifically that

ᝰ he spends as much time as he can with you

ᝰ as long as he’s not working, he’s perfectly content just sitting in silence with you

ᝰ he’s a massive fan of the water

ᝰ may it be yachts, jetskiis, floating gazebos

ᝰ he likes making special dates out of things like that

ᝰ he wants you to feel like everything you do together is new

ᝰ he doesn’t want you getting bored

ᝰ he’s worried you will, actually

ᝰ if he buys you jewelry, it’s hella expensive

ᝰ and diamond studded

ᝰ if you’re a watch person, he’s even worse

ᝰ he buys you every watch you ever look at

ᝰ goes the most bananas over pda out of everyone

ᝰ internally, anyway

ᝰ he doesn’t make it kown, but his some of his favorite moments with you are when you’re both bustling through a crowd in italy or something

ᝰ but you’re clinging to each other so neither of you get lost

ᝰ did i mention he likes traveling

ᝰ he likes traveling

ᝰ and you’re the only person he’d ever even consider traveling with

ᝰ at night in greece, he discovers he likes the pinky holding thing

ᝰ he saw it on tiktok

ᝰ so when you’re walking back to your hotel, he hooks his pinky with yours

ᝰ and it becomes a thing between you two

ᝰ also is for some reason obsessed with giving you his jacket when you’re cold

ᝰ it could be below freezing and you already have a jacket on

ᝰ and he’d give you his blazer or coat anyway

ᝰ and he’ll stand there shivering with this dumb grin on his face

ᝰ it always ends with you two sharing a scarf

ᝰ you think he does it on purpose, just do be close

ᝰ just to have an excuse to have an arm around you

ᝰ and really, you’re right

ᝰ he just needs you

[estrellami-1]

Steddie Microfic

September prompt: shower

399 words

Rating: G

No warnings apply

@steddiemicrofic

Steve groans as he peers up at the sky on his drive home. It’s not that he hates rain, necessarily—he’s not a huge fan of storms, but rain’s usually okay—but it’s just one more thing he doesn’t need today. He hates trying to run inside without getting wet. It never works and he feels stupid for doing it—he can’t avoid every raindrop—but he also doesn’t feel like getting wet today. And of course, the umbrella that’s usually in the car had broken, so he’s got no covering.

He makes it home just as the sky opens. In a second everything is soaked, and he leans back in his seat and groans again, shutting his eyes for a moment, trying to steel himself for the dash inside.

He hears a faint whoop over the sound of the rain, and he opens his eyes and turns to see Eddie running towards him, grinning wide and wild.

“What are you doing,” Steve demands as he gets out, grinning at the absolute loon that is his husband. “You’re getting soaked!”

“Isn’t it great?” Eddie agrees.

Steve makes a face. “As long as it doesn’t turn into a storm, I guess.”

“Nah, it’s just a shower, baby. Now come dance with me in the rain!”

Steve laughs as he lets Eddie drag him out into the street, his slacks and button down clashing with Eddie’s oversized tee and sweatpants. He loves his husband an insane amount.

He laughs as Eddie spins him around, as Eddie dips him, at Eddie’s flail and squawk as Steve dips him. He laughs as he feels his shirt stick to his skin, as he feels his shoes fill with water.

But they’ll dry, and he’s got other shoes to wear until then, so he lets Eddie continue to dance with him, first humming some Metallica then somehow switching smoothly into a song from that U2 album Steve likes.

“I love you,” he suddenly murmurs, and Eddie stops humming to grin and reply.

“And I love you.” He nuzzles Steve’s cheek. “Always.”

“Always,” Steve agrees, sighing as he relaxes into Eddie. Eddie starts slow dancing with him, small steps and sways instead of the exuberant movements from before. “I was upset at the rain. On my way home. I didn’t think I wanted to get wet.”

“Baby, you should’ve told me-”

“No.” Steve smiles, kisses Eddie. “I just needed you.”

[kikyo-writes]

Can we get a scenario for Shigaraki with a healer girlfriend that always fusses over him when he gets injured?? And he tries to play it off like it's no big deal but he secretly loves being spoiled by her

The moment Shigaraki gets back to the hideout, he is greeted by your wide-eyed, panicked expression.  

“Tomura!” you cry out, rushing over to him. “What... what happened? You’re hurt!”  

Granted, you’re not wrong. Part of his clothing has been torn up, and there are noticeable gashes on his skin peeking through the frayed fabric. He's taken enough damage that he's even walking with a bit of a limp, and he has to admit that it’s a pain in the ass.  

Despite all that, Shigaraki just shrugs in response.  

“I’m fine,” he dismisses. “Just let my guard down for a bit. Don’t worry. The other guys are dead, so in comparison, they barely did anything to me.”  

You puff out your cheeks, and even though he knows you’re worried, you’re so goddamn cute that it’s kind of hard to take you seriously.  

“Just because you’re strong doesn’t mean you don’t need to take care of yourself,” you chastise him.  

Shigaraki shrugs again. “It’s no big deal. I barely even feel anything.”

That’s a total lie, but he does his best to act tough around you. Besides, it wouldn’t reflect well on him if the leader of the League of Villains was whining over a few little injuries, right?  

Instead of responding, you just roll your eyes, grab him by the wrist, then pull him into one of the rooms.  

“Even if it’s not a big deal to you, it is to me,” you remind him. You lightly push on his shoulders and force him to sit down. “Now, stay there. I’m not letting you leave until you’re good as new.”  

Apart from his mentor, All for One, Shigaraki is the most dangerous villain to date. There’s practically no one who doesn’t cower in fear when they hear his name. He’s powerful enough to reduce anything to dust, and he watches in delight as no-good heroes die from his bare hands.  

That’s the kind of person he is, and yet, you still worry about him.  

Shigaraki isn’t sure how it happened, but he must have plucked an angel from the sky. Well, a corrupted angel who willingly supports a murderer, but an angel all the same.  

You lean forward, knitting your brows together, and slowly but surely, your palms begin to glow with bright, warm light.  

Even Shigaraki, as determined as he is to act unbothered, can’t help but sigh in relief as you press your gentle, glowing fingers against his injuries. He can feel the pain ebb away, gradually at first, and then all at once.  

Seriously, he struck the goldmine. Not only does his party have a healer now, but she’s also his super-hot girlfriend. Lately, he has to admit that life is pretty damn good.  

“How does that feel?” you ask, making sure not to apply too much pressure.  

Shigaraki nods sleepily. There’s something about your Quirk that makes him let his guard down and feel especially at ease. Although that can be said about being around you in general.  

You run your fingers over every single wound, even the ones that are small enough not to warrant any attention. His body is back to being in near-perfect shape, but he knows that using your Quirk comes at the cost of your own energy, and you let out a heavy sigh, slumping down onto his lap.  

“That’s why I said you didn’t need to do this,” Shigaraki frowns. “Look. You’re exhausted now.”  

You shake your head, mustering up a smile. “No. It’s fine. A bit of fatigue is nothing if I know that you’re safe. I just always want you to be safe. Okay, Tomura?”  

Before he can even respond, you cradle his cheek and lead his lips towards yours, meeting him in a soft, featherlight kiss. His face instinctively flushes, and he wraps his arms around you as quickly as possible, hoping to prolong the moment.  

“I know you only worry because you care,” he acknowledges. His lips trace yours for a moment, and when he kisses you again, it’s deeper and more urgent than before. “I... love you,” he mumbles. As usual, it’s hard for him to say the words. He always thought that someone like him didn’t deserve love, wasn’t even capable of it. But meeting you changed that, and now, he knows better.  

“I love you too, Tomura.”  

You smile back at him again. Perhaps he’s biased because you’re his girlfriend, but he really thinks you’re the most gorgeous human being on the entire planet. You make him feel warm and comfortable. He’s strong enough to kill anyone who dares to fuck with him, that much is true, but even so, it’s nice having someone who puts his wellbeing first. 

Shigaraki squeezes you tight, and he watches in adoration as your eyelids slowly fall shut, the strain of your Quirk finally catching up with you. If you happen to fall asleep on his lap, he knows he won’t be moving for the next couple of hours. But it’s fine.  

You took care of him, and now it’s his turn to take care of you.  

[bagopucks]

N. Hischier - Wishing For Angels

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Nico Hischier x Fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning(s): little bit steamy, but also really not. Just pure fluff with Nico!

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“Hey Oatie.” I bent over to pet the orange and white long haired cat. My joints ached, and my body was tired, but at least I was home. I hated night shifts. Nothing was longer than an evening at work waiting for the hours to pass by so one could close and drive home. Praying that I won’t hit an animal. Or god forbid another car. It had been pouring outside, the thunder cracking in the sky above. The moisture was exactly what New Jersey needed, after collecting so much smoke from the wildfires up north.

My mind wandered to Nico. The cat came to see me. I had to assume my boyfriend was asleep. I felt Oatie weave between my legs, chuckling softly at his purring. The whole reason Nico wanted him was because he sounded like a tiny motorbike engine when he purred. So loud.

“Oats?” I jumped at the sound of my lover’s voice, looking up from the cat to spot Nico peeking through the kitchen doorway. He certainly looked like he’d been asleep.

“Evening.” I spoke just above a whisper. Nico flashed me a smile. We crossed the floor to see each other, arms sliding around one another’s bodies, lips colliding. Oatie followed, snaking between our legs and crying for attention.

“Get lost.” Nico mumbled between passionate kisses, stepping away from the cat. I laughed quietly when Nico pulled me with him, though my voice was silenced when he pressed me into the wall. It wasn’t rough or needy. It was passionate and gentle. Delicate in a way that only Nico could be.

“Poor Oatie.” I broke from the kiss as I spoke, watching Nico’s lips purse.

“He’s fine. We cuddled all night.”

“You boys are always jealous of each other.”

“And?”

“Maybe he wants some time with me.” I tried to slip past Nico ducking beneath his arm, but the moment I got around him, he spun around and wrapped his arms around my back.

“You’ve been gone all day.” His body fell back into the wall, tugging me along as I leaned into his chest.

“That’s what Oatie says too.” I reasoned playfully, earning an unamused squeeze from Nico.

“The cat is fine.” Nico argued, dipping his head into my neck to press a few quick kisses there. I leaned my head against his shoulder opposite of the one of my own his neck rested on.

“You may have a compelling argument, Hisch.”

“Finally.” Nico groaned, leaning forward and steadying my body. He reached for my hand and turned for the bedroom.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna lock him out of the bedroom.” I moaned in agony for our poor cat. Nico looked back at me with wide eyes. He simply couldn’t win.

“Please.” He insisted, tugging me along, and I followed to spare his mind some ease.

Nico was known to be cuddly and needy when we had time alone. Part of that youngest child in him craved the attention and love. One would think he didn’t get enough of it in his youth, but stereotypes did not apply to the Hischier siblings. They had all been loved equally. Though Nico did like to tease the two others that he was the favorite. And if the saying, ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’ was true, then Nico being in America certainly made his mother the most joyous when he visited home.

I was led into the darkness of our bedroom, lit by a tall lamp in the corner. Nico had already laid out a pair of pajamas for me.

We had been known to sleep practically naked together. Something about the skin contact always felt most comfortable to us, but there were cold nights, like these, when we both wanted to hunker down in our matching plaid pants and cuddle up beneath a mountain of blankets.

And since we didn’t get many of these cold summer nights often, I knew Nico was itching for one. Judging both by the fact that he already had his set of matching pj’s on, and the fact that I could hear the familiar script to one of my favorite Christmas In July Hallmark movies playing on the tv.

Nico released my hand only to disappear from my side. I heard the door shut, and a very displeased meow from the outside of our room.

“Nico,” I scolded, beginning to turn to look at him, only to be stopped in my tracks by his swooping figure. He wrapped a red blanket around my shoulders, pulling me back into his body. My own ached for rest. I craved it even more so knowing that it would be coming soon, as opposed to the hours before when I had been at my desk, able to distract myself with work.

Oatie meowed once again.

“Nico, he’s gonna cry all night.” I opened my previously closed eyes, a sigh heaving from my chest. Nico did not release the grip he had on my hips.

“Just ignore him,” his smooth voice suggested in a pathetic but nonetheless sultry whine.

“How?” I closed my eyes again.

“We’ll just turn the movie up.” With that simple sentence, we went waddling across the floor. Myself too tired to leave his grasp, and himself too satisfied to release me. When we got to his nightstand, Nico unwrapped an arm from my waist to grab the tv remote, making quick work of increasing the volume. Not too disturbing, but loud enough to hopefully get the message across to our poor feline friend.

I hummed happily at the background soundtrack that played from the movie. I watched Nico’s dark eyes trail across my face before I closed my own once again.

“I don’t even know who you are.” The words fell in a whisper from my lips, the mediocre mid-Atlantic accent causing a smirk to form on my face.

“You prayed for an Angel.” Nico repeated the male love interest’s line’s far more perfectly than anybody ever could on the silver screen. He liked to complain about Hallmark movies, but I knew deep down he enjoyed them.

“An Angel?” I opened my eyes, wide smiles painting our faces in anticipation of the next line. “Why you’re short enough to be an elf. Are you sure you’re not an elf?” Soft giggles soon followed. Nico wrapped his arms around my shoulders, still behind me, slowly turning so his back faced the bed.

“I am not.” He feigned the offense of the actor as he sat down, and I rested in his lap.

“Are too..” I kissed his hands that rested just above my chest. Nico laid back, and I laid down on top of him, my head resting just on his collar. I tilted it upwards to get as good of a look at his face as I could, while he craned his neck downwards to look at me. “How did you hear my prayer anyway? I thought my balcony was to be private.”

“I patrol that street every night, ma’am.” Nico unwrapped an arm from me to play with my hair. “And every night I stop to listen to you, because you and I wish for the same things.”

“Angels?” I closed my eyes, overwhelmed with a feeling I didn’t know. We were merely reciting lines of a movie that held no meaning to us. About a soldier and a general’s daughter, falling madly in love. It had nothing to do with us, and yet it felt like maybe it did.

“To take us far away from here.” The actor -and Nico- finished the woman’s thought. “Let me be your Angel.”

“I couldn’t possibly.”

“We’ll go somewhere beautiful.” Nico whispered in my ear now.

“Not before Christmas. My family would be devastated.” The woman always listed her reasons as to why she couldn’t go. I always wished she would simply say yes from the get-go. Yet I loved to hear the man in the film list his ideas endlessly as if she didn’t continually refuse. Only now Nico went off script.

With beaches as far as the eye can see.

“With forests, and all the wild flowers you could pick.”

Where nobody knows our names.

“My mom misses us both.”

I’ll pick up a simple job.

“You deserve a vacation.”

We can be happy. Together.

“All I need is you.”

With you by my side.

“I want you to go with me.” I had closed my eyes again, wrapped in a warm blanket and in Nico’s embrace.

“To Switzerland?” I asked, yawning soon after.

“Whenever you’re ready.”

“I’ve never been more ready.”

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[tsawksyul]

『 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 』

· Pairings: Neteyam x Na'vi Reader

· Summary: Him and his suggestive comments while you're applying battle paint on him before the raid.

· CW: 1.3k // Suggestive themes. Implied sexual content. Fluff.

It was the day when the Omatikaya warriors would raid against the Sky People, to defend our home. You approach your mate who is sitting on a log in front of your shared tent, checking the string of his bow as well the sharpness of his arrows. Your body is already covered with battle paint, you've asked Kiri to do your paint after Neteyam went out to talk to his father earlier.

He has returned a few minutes ago, sitting in front of your shared tent to prepare his bow and arrows. “Beloved,” you hold his shoulder as you call out to him. “Yes, love?” Neteyam looks over his shoulder, smiling brightly. "How can I help you?" He sets his bow and arrows aside and stands up facing you. He wraps his arms around your waist, drawing you into an embrace. He lays his head against yours, breathing in your sweet scent.

“It's more like, how can I help you?” You throw the question back at him, kissing his shoulder as you returned his embrace. “Do you want me to apply the paint for you? Or you'd rather do it yourself?” You asked before kissing his jawline.

Neteyam chuckles at your response, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “I would love to have your help with applying the paint,” he admits with an impish grin. He trails a few light kisses down your neck, before placing a peck right on the base of your chin. “Would you be willing to lend me a hand?”

“Gladly,” you urged him to sit back down on the ground as you grabbed the colorful battle paint inside the wooden bowls. Neteyam doesn't resist, taking a seat on the ground with crossed legs. His muscles ripple underneath his skin as he leans back, giving you an excellent canvas to paint upon. He places his hands behind his head and stretches his arms wide. "Have at it," he tells you with a smirk. "I'm all yours."

You give him a small chuckle. You admire his toned body from his years of training, his body is noticeably a bit more toned than the typical Na'vi male, inherited from his father who was a Dreamwalker. You're also admiring the pattern of the bioluminescent dots on his skin. Your finger dips into the paint, using the color he usually uses for battle before you apply it on his chest and abdomen.

As you apply the vibrant paint to his body, Neteyam keeps still, letting you work. He's fascinated by how you're painting him. He watches with great interest, admiring your skill and patience as you meticulously apply the paint to his skin. His skin quivers at the touch of your fingers, and he lets out a slight groan, closing his eyes and leaning into your touch.

“Darling...” You sigh at the familiar body reaction with your eyes not leaving your fingers as it traces the paint along his body. “Don't tell me you're aroused, hm?” You ask teasingly as your fingers paint across his chest.

Neteyam groans again, his body tensing up as his heartbeat rises. “Sorry, I can't help it when you're touching me so intently,” he admits with a sheepish smile. “Your touch makes me weak.” He reaches out and holds the side of your waist, pulling you closer to him. He gives you a passionate kiss, eager to express his desire for you.

“Hmm...” You hum at the kiss before pushing him back to continue applying paint to his body. “I've warned you that we shouldn't be doing it the night before the raid, now look at you,” you say with a playful hum.

Neteyam lets out a frustrated groan, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. “It's not my fault you're so alluring,” he mutters, looking up at you with a cheeky grin. “I can't control myself when you're around, my beautiful mate.” He sighs and lowers his head, allowing you to continue painting him. Despite his protests, a pleased look comes over his face as he enjoys your skill and touch.

“I can't believe you,” you shake your head at his response. “And here I thought that I would be the needier one when it comes to that,” you tease as you're still focused on applying the paint on his shoulder.

“You might very well be the needier one,” Neteyam tells you with a grin, his gaze traveling from the paint to your face. “But it's not hard to tempt me into making love with you all day and night, my love.” He reaches a hand up, sliding his fingers under your chin to lift your head, so he can kiss you deeply.

Your heart is beating hard as you hum again at the kiss. “You're distracting me,” you say before giving him a small peck on his lips and dipping your fingers again in the paint, trying hard to not get too distracted by his words and gesture despite the way it makes you feel tingly inside.

“Well, that's the point,” he admits to you with a shameless smile. “I want to drive you wild with desire, making you so desperate that you just can't wait to do it again.” He chuckles, leaning forward and nibbling on your earlobe. "Did it work?" He asks in a sultry whisper.

“Why are you like this,” you can't help but chuckle at his words, really trying to not get distracted by his attempts, “But very tempting, I must say.” You stood up for a while before sitting down on the log he sat on before, removing his braids and queue from his back to his front so you could paint the back of his shoulder.

“You know you love it,” Neteyam tells you with a wry grin, leaning forward slightly so you can easily paint his back. He closes his eyes and relaxes, letting you work your skills on him. “Besides, I'm your man, your warrior, it's my duty to protect you, entertain you, and pleasure you.” He lets out a soft sigh. “And if I'm not doing that, then I haven't completed my job as your mate, now have I?”

Your heart soars in happiness at his words. A big smile paints your face as you paint his back. “And you're doing a very wonderful job at it, beloved.” You kiss the back of his head before getting up from the log to sit down in front of him again.

“I'm glad to hear it," Neteyam tells you with a smile. He gazes at you with admiration, taking in the sight of you painting him and how attractive you look doing it. He reaches out, squeezing your knee with a smile. “Are you almost done? Or do you need more time?��� He asks playfully, tracing circles on your leg with his thumb.

“Your face, love. Now, stay still.” You dip your fingers in the paint before applying it to his face. Neteyam nods and stays perfectly still as you paint his face. He watches with much interest as you carefully apply the pattern into place, noting how each stroke of the paint makes him look even more imposing than before. When you finish, he smiles up at you from under his battle paint. “How do I look?”

“Like a fearsome warrior?” You reply with a playful chuckle. Admiring the way he looks in his full warrior attire once he stood up. "Fearsome? Maybe," Neteyam muses, flexing his arm for you. "But don't forget about the appealing factor," he teases, placing his hand on his hip in a provocative fashion. He glances at you, making sure you got a good look at his toned physique.

You chuckle at his words as you stand up as well, grabbing your bow and arrows as you hang them on your shoulder. “Now, are you ready to fight, beloved?” He smiles, making sure you're also ready. “As ready as I could be,” you nod. He gives you a short kiss on the lips and a long kiss on the forehead,

“I still want to do it once we get back home.” He grins suggestively at you as he squeezes your bum before you walk side by side towards the gathering. Looks like you two are about to get really tired from today.

Basically, he got horny before the day's raid lmao tbh I don't really know what am I doing when I write this but I hope you enjoyed it regardless ( ˘ ³˘)

[ninii-winchester]

Crossed Allegiances (Part 2)

Pairing : Dean Winchester X reader

Word count : 6k

Warnings : angst, mentions of sex, BMOL (they should be tagged as a warning), fluff, minor character death, language, canon level violence. And of course not proofread.

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO COPY MY WORK, TRANSLATE IT OR POST IT TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

A week passed and Dean visited her everyday. Y/n was now eagerly looking forward to spend time with him everyday. It was all so perfect. It could've been her happily ever after if it weren't for the job. She loved being in his arms, she loved his kisses, she loved being his. He made her feel like she was the only girl in the world. She was too immersed in the bubble she had created that she forgot about the job. But all good things come to an end, and her bubble burst with a phone call.

"Winchester is still refusing to work with us." She heard Ketch's voice.

"I told you to keep your huge ass nose out of my business. It's only been a week. He's Dean Winchester, he doesn't trust easy." She replied rolling her eyes. It was a lie. Dean trusted her, but didn't know and she intends to keep it that way for as long as she can.

"Well, when you're done chumming it up with your boyfriend. Let me know." He hung up on her. Fucking asshole.

Her phone rang again and she rolled her eyes but then a huge smile broke onto her face when she saw it was Dean.

"Hey, sweetheart, you busy?" He asked, it sounded like he was driving the Impala.

"No. What do you have in mind?"

"Well i was thinking we could go on a drive, get dinner and I'll take you to the bunker to meet Sammy." He was smiling, she could hear it in his voice. "Only if you want to." He quickly added.

"You planned it all huh?" She teased him. Her heart was soaring that he was making plans, that wanted to spend time with her. And he was taking her to meet his brother. Over the week she found out that his brother is the most important person in his life. And he was taking her to meet him. She couldn't be happier. "I say let's go."

"I'll see you soon then." Dean pulled up at her apartment after ten minutes. He knocked on the door and she opened it happily inviting him inside. He leaned down to kiss her softly, following her inside her bedroom.

"I'll be ready in a minute." She didn't need to do much, she was already showered and dressed, all she had to do was apply some makeup and brush her hair.

"Take your time, sweetheart." He said plopping down on her bed, watching her with heart eyes. He was acting like a love sick puppy and he knew it. His gaze wandered all over her body and he bit his lip groaning. This woman is making me do things out of my character.

"I'm ready, let's go." Y/n turned around. She wore a simple, well-fitted dress that complemented her figure, paired with minimal makeup—a touch of concealer, a hint of nude lipstick , and a light coat of mascara. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail and the things he wanted to do to her after seeing her like this were insane.

"Let's go, gorgeous."

The road stretched ahead, winding through open fields and scattered trees. The car moved smoothly, its steady hum blending with the music playing in the background. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow across the sky.

A cool breeze flowed through the cracked windows. They talked alot, but there were also long, comfortable silences where the only sounds were the purring of Impala's engine.

After a nice dinner, Dean drove to the outskirts and she looked out of the window curiously.

"Are you taking me somewhere to kill me?" She giggled and he rolled his eyes.

"I have no intention of getting my ass kicked tonight." He replied with a chuckle, knowing shes capable of beating the fuck out of him. "Bunker's pretty isolated." Dean replied stopping the car. He opened the passenger door for her and helped her out of the car. Grasping her hand in his, he opened the bunker door, the hinges creaking loudly. He guided her down the stairs into the war room, and she looked around the place in awe.

A tall man was sitting on one of the chairs in what seemed to be a large study. Upon noticing their presence he stood up from his seat and went over to them. Y/n looked up at the man, and man was he huge. Y/n had to crane her neck a bit to look at his face.

"So you do exist." Sam said with smile, his brother rolling his eyes. "It's so nice to finally put a face to the name." He said holding out his hand for her to shake.

"Hey. Nice you to finally meet you too, Sammy." Sam titled his head a bit at her calling him 'Sammy' and she noticed. "Is that not your name?" She asked quietly. "Dean always talked about his brother Sammy." Sam gave Dean a bitch a face before turning to her with a smile.

"It's Sam." He corrected her.

"Same thing, Sammy." Dean commented with a grin. "Welcome to our humble abode, sweetheart." He added.

"This place his huge." She looked around with wide eyes. Dean placed his hand on the small of her back and leading her to the library. The three of them sat down on the chairs.

"So Dean told me you're not a hunter." Sam started and she nodded her head. "But you fight better than one?" Y/n blushed feeling a bit embarrassed.

"He exaggerated."

"You're being modest." Dean kissed her temple.

"How do you know about all this stuff, the supernatural and the monsters.?" Sam questioned out of genuine curiosity but Y/n squirmed a bit and Dean shot his brother a glare. "You don't have to-"

"Family business, Sam." She gave him forced smile. "My parents were hunters. I just didn't want this life for me." It wasn't a lie per say, but it wasn't the whole truth either. She never knew her parents. She was raised by the Men of Letters to be who she is. But she didn't want that.

"You don't have to talk about it." Dean rubbed her arm lightly. She nodded and they continued to talk. It was getting late and Y/n asked Dean to get her back home. "You could stay the night, sweetheart."

"I don't have my clothes."

"You can sleep in my shirt, in my bed." He whispered in her ear, seductively. His arms encircling her waist. Sam quickly excused himself, not wanting to stay in case things went any further. He wouldn't put it past his brother to be mindful of his surroundings in situations like this.

"Fine." Dean picked her up and carried her to his room. "Damn this place is like a maze." She commented as they reached Dean's room.

"Don't worry, I'll show you around the bunker tomorrow, so you don't get lost." He gave her a shirt and she quickly changed into it. Dean stripped down to his boxers and joined her in bed. "Good night darling."

The next morning Sam found a case, he told them over coffee. Sam was hoping Y/n would want to tag along and he could finally see what Dean was on about but she didn't show any interest. She just asked Dean to drop her back home and told him to be safe out there. To save time, the boys geared up and dropped her at her apartment and went on their way instead of Dean going alone and coming back to the Bunker. Dean called her every given opportunity, keeping her updated about the hunt. He told her they'd be back tomorrow. After getting off the phone with Dean, Y/n dialled Ketch.

"Bring your ugly ass to the bunker on Friday. Bring your finest alcohol. Make it seem like you're offering a truce and trying again." She ordered. She had a plan in mind.

"Don't give me orders." He said with his teeth clenched. "I'll see you in five days."

"Asshole." She muttered to herself as he hung up.

Dean came back from the hunt, met up with her and left on another hunt. He called her the other and told her he's going another hunt and she sighed over the phone. She missed him. She wanted to be back in his arms. And she needed him to be back before Friday or she won't hear the end of it from Ketch.

Thursday evening Y/n was lounging in her living room flipping through channels. A knock on the door resounded and she went to open the door. There stood Dean, covered in dirt and a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

"Dean what're you doing here?" She questioned letting him in.

"The hunt was an easy one so we finished early and came back. I also happened to miss my girl so here I am." Dean flashed her a smile, handing her the flowers.

His girl. As those two words filled her with warmth inside, a bucket of ice cold water splashed on her as she remembered the reason she was with him. She was deceiving him. Playing with him. Manipulating him.

She didn't want to remember it at the moment, she needed to forget, she grabbed him by the lapels of his jacked pulling him onto her. Pressing her lips to his, "baby, I'm all dirty." He mumbled against her lips. She responded with a little "shut up" pushing him on the bed.

The two laid under the covers, completely naked, panting a bit from the activities that took place earlier. "Someone missed me." Dean smirked.

"I did." She shifted on his chest. His fingers trailing down her bare back. "Can I come over to the bunker? I can cook for you and Sam."

"Sure you can. You don't have to ask." He caressed her cheek. "Will you make pie?" He grinned up at her and she nodded kissing his nose. He stared at her in adoration, he was falling for her. Fast. He was pretty sure he fell for her the first time too. He didn't want to accept it back then but now he knows. But he won't tell her, he didn't want to scare her off. They've only been together for a few days.

The next morning Dean took Y/n to the bunker. She was anxious the minute she stepped her foot inside. Ketch could show up any time. She needed to keep her expression in check and not let the brothers see the loathing she held for the man who'd be visiting today. If Dean noticed her odd behaviour, he didn't comment on it.

The trio sat in the library where Sam was telling Y/n stories of his time at Stanford. She could tell he missed it all. She knew he didn't want to be a hunter. She had seen that look in the mirror many times before she ran. The loud creaking of the bunker door interrupted Sam mid sentence. Both men grabbed their guns from under the table, ready to shoot if it was an intruder. Dean pushed Y/n behind him, standing in front of her in a protective stance.

The minute they recognised the newcomer they pointed their guns at the man. Ketch raised his hands in surrender.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Dean growled.

"I come in peace." The man replied.

"How did you even get in here?" Sam questioned. Ketch scoffed.

"I have a key" he replied and Sam looked confused. "Your key can open any Men of Letters bunker in the world." He added in a berating tone as if it was common knowledge and they should've known.

"What do you want?" Dean asked not dropping his guard even for a second.

"I came here to call for a truce. I believe we started on the wrong foot. I was hoping we could work together. We're Men of Letters after-all" Ketch said, presenting a bottle of whiskey, placing it on the table in the war room.

Y/n observed the situation, Dean was not convinced in the slightest. His shoulders were tense as he was expecting Ketch to attack any moment. Sam, however, he didn't seem completely trust but he appeared inclined to hear Ketch out.

"Get the fuck out of here." Dean growled. Ketch looked at Dean, his eyes dropping at Y/n for a split second. She gave him a small nod and the British man complied to Dean's order. He turned around and left the bunker. Sam and Dean lowered their guns and put them under the table.

"Who was that?" Y/n breathed out. "What's his deal?"

"Don't worry about it." Dean brushed it off but she wasn't letting up. She wanted Dean to open up about the situation so she could give him her two cents and spin the situation to her advantage. Just as she was supposed to.

"So people just randomly show up at the place you live at? He has a key to your home?" She questioned. "What's Men of Letters?"

Dean sighed before he dropped beside her, he told her The Men of Letters were a secretive organization dedicated to preserving and protecting ancient knowledge about the supernatural. They operated from hidden bunkers, this is one of them. And Sam and Dean are legacies. The man that dropped by was a member of the British Men of Letters and they wanted to work together. But their methods were messed up. How they were self righteous pricks who think there's nothing wrong in what they do. That they're better than everyone else. Better than American hunters.

"You make it seem complicated." Y/n spoke after Dean was finished. "It doesn't have to be."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked leaning over the table, interested to hear her perspective.

"I mean, they want to work together, give you cases to work. Right?" She asked.

"But they want us to kill everyone, even when have the option to save them. That's not how we operate." Dean grumbled.

"Well, they don't have to know what you do on the job. It's not like you will work for them. You will work with them. They provide with with intel, weaponry and you work the case like you do. And they won't be onto your ass like it seems they are. Seems like a win-win to me." She spoke nonchalantly, not wanting to seem she was trying too hard to convince them. She just pretend to tell them how she saw it.

"I think she's right Dean." At least Sam was convinced. "We can negotiate our terms, and we can opt out anytime its feels wrong." He added but Dean was dismissive. He might need a little more persuasion. She hated thinking about using sex to convince him. But if she didn't do it, Ketch would kill her or worse, Mick.

"I'll think about it." He said getting up from his chair. Sam called his name to stop him, "I said I'll think about it." Dean snapped at his brother before turning to go to his room. Y/n shot Sam a look before she followed after him. She opened the door to his room ans saw him at the edge of his bed, his elbows resting on his knees.

"Dean." She said entering the room making him look up. "Don't fret over it honey." She said coming to stand in between his legs, his arms immediately holding onto her. His jaw was still clenched and she rubbed over it to calm him down. "You hate him that much?" If only you knew how much I hate him. She thought to herself.

"I don't want to talk about it.” Dean replied looking up at her.

“It’s okay, there are a lot of other things in my mind that we can talk about. Or better yet, do.” She smirked down at him seductively.

“Is that so?” He asked pulling her into him. She nodded her head straddling his lap and leaning down to kiss him. Dean willingly let her take over, grateful for a distraction.

An hour later, Y/n was perched on Dean completely. Her chin rested on his chest as she looked up at him. She grew to hate herself more as time passed. She hated that he looked at her like she was his everything and she hated that she was not being honest with him. But she had to do what she had to. If it was just her, she would’ve told Dean the whole truth and she knew he would’ve done everything in his power to keep her safe from Ketch. But Mick’s life was on the line too. She can’t be selfish and leave him to deal with the consequences after everything he’s done for her. Part of her wondered if he had faced any problems now that Ketch knows she was alive, since he was the one who declared her dead to the organisation.

“You seem lost.” Dean’s voice brought her back to reality.

“Just thinking.” She gave him a smile.

“About?” If only she could tell him, she would’ve done it in a heartbeat. She needed to reel this conversation back to him and away from her.

“About how your head wasn’t into it.” She replied. She didn’t exactly feel that way but she played it by long shot.

“I’m sorry sweetheart.” Dean accepted and she thought that maybe she isn’t that rusty after all. “Just this whole British Men of Letters thing, they’re like so fucking annoying.” Dean grumbled.

Tell me about it. She internally rolled her eyes at the mention of those assholes.

“From what you’ve told me, I don’t think it could be that bad.” She started and Dean raised his brow at her. “If you see it the way I see it.”

“And how do you see it, baby?” Dean asked caressing her bare back.

“Well the way I see it, they send you cases—less time consuming, they tell you how to deal with unfamiliar creatures—less research. The more time you save the more time I get to spend with you.” She grinned at him mischievously.

“Charming sweetheart, only thinking about yourself.” Dean teased her, his words held no malice.

“Well you’re hot, can you blame a woman for wanting to spend time with you.” She said exactly the words he spoke to her ten years ago, bringing a chuckle out of him. “Besides, like I said, they don’t have to know what exactly happened. They’re not your boss. If they’re Men of letters you’re too.”

“You make solid points sweetheart. Are you sure they haven’t sent you here to convince me?” Dean joked and she froze slightly.

“I was just giving my opinion.” She replied not too defensively. Dean kissed the corner of mouth and she relaxed.

“Just teasing, baby.”

The next morning Dean informed Sam, he’s willing to give those asshole a chance, but on his own terms. He dropped Y/n back to her apartment since she bad a bakery to run. Sam called Mick to the bunker to talk. The Winchester brothers talked negotiations with Mick and Ketch wasn’t too pleased with the information. However he remained quiet because there was someone else who was going to get a piece of his mind.

Y/n’s phone buzzed in her pocket and she rolled her eyes at the name the device displayed.

Wretch: Get here.

Him and his fucking orders. She was sure she would be the one snap his neck someday. She always walked to her bakery since she liked talking walks but she did own a car she didn’t use much. Now would be the good time to put it to use. She drove to the British Men of Letters bunker and after putting her hand on the biometric scanner, she was allowed to enter.

“Care you explain why you made me drive all the way up here when Dean has actually accepted to work with a drama queen like you?” Was the first thing she said to Ketch as she entered the briefing room.

“Don’t even think for a second that I won’t shoot you. I’m running out of patience for that attitude of yours.” Ketch replied. Y/n didn’t reply instead she plopped on one of the chairs. “The Winchesters are still not completely on board.” He added.

“Well I’m working on it. At least they’re willing to listen to now without trying to put a bullet in your head.” She replied trying to keep the attitude out of her tone. “Give it some time they’ll come around eventually.”

A month passed and The Winchester were working cases provided by the British Men of Letters. There weren’t any cases where Sam and Dean could do anything different from what the Brits did. All of those threats needed to be eliminated and they did it precisely. Things were going as smoothly as possible given circumstances. Y/n and Dean were going strong and he didn’t suspect for anything at all. Y/n never contacted Ketch, it was him who reached out for mission updates. She kept her meet ups with Mick minimal and under the radar as to not raise suspicion. Also she didn’t want Dean to think she’s meeting with someone else behind his back.

Little did Y/n know it would all change when Sam and Dean had to go on a werewolf hunt, accompanied by Mick.

Y/n walked into the British Men of Letters. bunker where she was meeting Mick. It had been a while since they last met, so she decided to visit him. She made sure the brothers were at the bunker thoroughly occupied before coming here. She had to be cautious coming around since she could run into them. Dean had told her all about their hunt together. And how Mick helped heal his friend, Claire. Y/n was surprised he defied rules. She knew he also hated those methods. He was too scared to leave himself so helped her escape. Besides he was in too deep to get out. While Y/n was barely nineteen, she had a whole life ahead of her. She stopped in her tracks as he as she heard Ketch's grating voice. She concealed herself behind the wall and watched closely.

"You see I always suspected you had a hand in her escape. However, I didn't have solid proof, since you so cleverly showed a burnt body which had her DNA all over." Her heartbeat quickened as she realised it was Mick he was talking to. "And now you let a werewolf escape."

"We healed her." Mick raised his voice.

"You should've known better, Mr.Davies. What if it hadn't worked? What if she'd killed you and gotten away?" Ketch asked rhetorically. "The Winchesters are rubbing off on you when it should've been the other way around."

"We eliminated a threat by turning the girl back. We did what we had do.!" Mick argued. Before he could say anything further, Ketch shot him—right between the eyes. Mick's body dropped to the ground with a loud thud, and her eyes widened in terror. She covered her mouth to stifle a sound and quickly left the premises.

Her whole body was shaking. She had just watched her best friend, the man she owed her life and happiness to, be shot to death. Tears streamed down her face as she got behind the wheel and drove as fast as she could, heading back to the bunker, back to Dean. This ended now. She wouldn't let Ketch manipulate her into doing his dirty work any longer. Ketch had killed Mick, the only reason she had taken the job.

She pulled heavy bunker door open, her vision clouded by tears as she descended the stairs. Her sobs were loud enough for Dean who was cleaning his guns in the war room. Upon seeing her, he dropped everything and rushed to her side.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Dean's expression was one of distress. He had never seen her like this before; he had never seen her cry, and yet here she was, wailing loudly.

"Mick." She choked, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"What about Mick, baby? Tell me!"

"He killed him." Dean's eyes widened at her words. Who was she talking about?

"Hey hey, look at me! Cmon sweetheart tell me who killed Mick?"

"Ketch." She whimpered, her tears continued to drip down her cheeks. Her breathing became shallow and irregular. Her strength worn out as she went limp in his arms. Her head lolled to the side as she succumbed to unconsciousness.

Dean carried her to his room, bridal style. He gently laid her on the bed, tapping her cheeks lightly. He was at a loss of words and he sure as hell wasn't sure what to think. How did she know? She's not in the business, she doesn't know Mick or Ketch. She'd only met Ketch once when he dropped by the bunker. She doesn't even know what Mick looks like. Dean's only ever told her about their hunt. Thousands of questions swirled in his head as he watched her lay unconscious on his bed.

He decided to let her rest for a while and left the room to find his brother. He found Sam in the kitchen grabbing a mug of coffee. The younger brother took a sip as turned to his brother as he noticed his serious expression.

"We have a problem." Dean said his hands folded across his chest. "Ketch killed Mick." Sam recoiled at the information, jerking his head away from his coffee and staring at Dean, wide eyed.

"What? How'd you even know?"

"Y/n told me. She came in here ten minutes ago, she was a crying mess. She told me Ketch killed Mick and before I could ask her anything else she fainted." Dean replied, his jaw slacked as none of it made sense to him.

"How does she know?"

"That's what I want to know." Dean's voice was low. Threatening even. He wasn't sure of the situation but he had a theory. And he prayed to whoever was out there, that he was wrong. Because God knows what he would do if he was right.

Y/n woke up in Dean's room. She blinked her eyes slowly to adjust to the light. The events of earlier came crashing into her like wave. She didn't want to be alone. She leapt out of the bed and ran out of the room. She knew Dean would ask questions. She knew she'd have to answer him, tell him the truth. And she knew she'd have to bear the consequences of her actions. She might lose Dean. Forever.

She found the brothers in the library. Dean's head snapped up when he heard footsteps. Y/n meekly entered the library.

"I know you have questions." She muttered lowly. Both brothers looked at her expectantly. For her to explain whatever the hell was happening but she remained silent.

"How do you know what Ketch did?" Dean questioned, that was the first thing on his mind.

"I saw it." She replied looking at him. "I was there at the bunker." Her eyer brimmed with tears as the scene replayed in her head.

"What were you doing there?" Dean's gaze hardened on her. Truthfully he didn't want to know the answer.

"Because I am a part of the Men of Letters." She confessed and Dean's hands clenched by his sides.

"What?" Sam exclaimed standing up. "You're not making any sense. It's not possible. You've lived here for as long as we know." He turned to his brother. "You met her here didn't you? Ten years ago."

"Sam." She called out to him. "I'll explain." She took a deep breath. Her gaze was settled on Dean, unmoving. She wanted to see his reaction when he told them the truth. She wanted him to know that didn't have any other choice. "When we met, ten years ago. It was real. I didn't know who you were. But this time, Ketch sent me to you." Dean rubbed his hand over his chin, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Why?" Sam questioned.

"He said you two weren't cooperating with the British Men of Letters. That you two were meddling in the business and you two were dishonouring the legacy. So he sent me here to get you two to cooperate."

"And you got us to cooperate. You sweet talked Dean and you knew if he was on board I would be too." Sam completed with a scoff. Dean took a menacing step towards and if she was being honest she was a bit afraid of him at the moment.

"And what if we hadn't cooperated?" His voice was low with an edge to it. When she didn't answer he asked again, not so politely this time. "Fucking answer me!" He raised his voice.

"I would have had to kill you." She whispered, her head bowing down. Dean nodded his head taking a step back. If his heart was breaking he didn't let it show. The betrayal was too powerful for him to feel anything else.

"Get Out." Those two words broke her completely. She didn't expect him to forgive her but she expected him to ask for explanation. She'd expected yelling, fighting, questions. Anything but this.

"Dean." She whimpered as tears streamed down her cheeks. "They'll kill me."

"If you don't leave, I will." It was taking a lot restraint for him to not shoot her right there. Or even take her in his arms and soothe her pain. Each tear that fell from her eyes, was a stab to his heart. He had loved her. Sure he never told her but he was going to. But she manipulated him, used him for her gain. "Leave." He yelled and she flinched. She took a step back and turned around to walk up the stairs. She took slow steps hoping he would stop her, tell her stay but he didn't.

She sat in her car, her tears had stopped and dried on cheeks. She was completely numb. She had lost everything she loved within the span of two hours. Her best friend was dead. The man she loved, kicked her out and probably hated her guts. And the man that actually hates her guts will kill her now.

Her phone rang and she sighed as saw the name of the caller. Speak of the devil. With a deep breath she answered the phone.

"Get home." He said and hung up. What the fuck was that supposed to mean. She quickly drove to her apartment, her heart beating loudly in his chest. She opened the front door and jumped a bit when she saw Ketch sitting on the couch in her living room.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, staring at him warily. Her blood was boiling watching her best friend's killer in her apartment.

"You're lacking." Ketch replied. "Those boys still don't follow rules. Do better." He ordered.

"No can do." She replied and he was quick on his feet grabbing her arms and twisting it behind her back.

"What is that supposed to mean?" He was angry.

"Dean kicked me out. I told him you killed Mick. I told him I was your pawn in this game. So why don't you tuck your tail between your legs and run for your life?" She taunted glaring at him. "You don't want an angry Dean Winchester onto you."

"You bitch." He said pushing her in the wall. "He was stupid enough to let you go. But I'm not." He said slapping her cheek. Blood dripped from her cheek.

"I'm not scared of you anymore." She spat before grabbing his head with both her hands and bringing his face to her knee. She heard a crack as was sure she broke his nose. "I'm gonna fucking kill you." She threw a right hook which he blocked but she turned so her back was to his chest and flipped him on the coffee table.

"Cora is here. And she's gonna want to see you." Ketch said smugly getting up, punching her in the face.

"Oh, isn't she the bitch who's shoes you lick every given opportunity." She kicked his stomach, and grabbed the lamp smashing it on his head.

"Enough." Her last sentence was enough to piss him off thoroughly. He pulled out his gun and shot her in her thigh, right above her kneecap. She fell to the ground on her knees. He slammed the back of his gun on her head, knocking her out.

To say Dean was pissed would be an understatement. He was furious, he was enraged, he felt betrayed and hurt. But most of all he was heartbroken. He opened his heart for someone for once in his life and that’s what he got. Being stabbed in the back.

His anger erupted like a storm. With a snarl, he grabbed the nearest lamp and hurled it against the wall, where it shattered into pieces. Breathing heavily, he swiped everything off the desk with one violent motion, sending papers, books, and a glass cup crashing to the floor. His fists collided with the dresser, leaving dents in the wood as he tore through the room, leaving nothing untouched by his rage. The sound of breaking glass and splintering wood echoed through the space, a chaotic symphony of his fury.

Hearing the sound of commotion Sam rushed to Dean’s room. He noticed the room completely smashed and his older brother panting with his knuckles bleeding. But most of all he noticed the defeated expression on Dean’s face.

“I shouldn’t say this but-”

“Don’t say anything Sammy.” Dean growled, glaring at the taller man.

“Just listen to me once.” Sam negotiated. His brother kicked a the broken lamp before dropping on the bed. Sam took it as his sign to start speaking. “I’m not saying what she did was right..” Sam paused looking for proper words to continue. “All I think is there’s a bigger picture we’re missing. You met her ten years ago when we didn’t even know what Men of Letters were. Surely she can’t be working with them when you met her, you met in America.”

“You heard her, she said it herself. She’s a Men of Letters.” Dean replied with a scoff.

“All I’m saying is you should talk to her, ask her to tell you the whole truth. From what you’ve told me she seemed pretty shaken up about Mick. And she wouldn’t have cared if she was like them. Also he hasn’t been answering any of my calls.” Sam said holding his brother’s shoulder.

Dean was torn between listening to his brother or his heart. He knew Sam was right, there was more to it than it met the eye. And he does want answers. Most of all he really wanted to know if anything was even real between them. But a part of him never wanted to see her again. After a lot of internal debate Dean spoke up.

“She’s got a lot more explaining to do.” He said standing up from his position. Dean walked out of his room and Sam followed behind him. The two brothers got into the Impala and Dean drove to her apartment.

Dean’s heart beat quickened when he noticed the door was wide open and he grabbed his gun from his jeans. Sam doing the same. They cautiously stepped over the treshold and the scene before them baffled them. The whole place was trashed. The coffee table was broken, the carpet was stained by a lot of blood. It looked like someone had gotten shot here and Dean didn’t want to think about it.

“Son of a bitch.”

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