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tearsofgrace · 3 years

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eternity with you

that’s right. 12 days after the gd finale aired i finally wrote a mf coda

wc: 2.1k, tags: john winchester’s a+ parenting, angst, but happy ending, love confessions, first kiss

edit: thanks @fandomstuff67 for the title you queen

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“Cas helped,” Bobby said with a smile, looking over at Dean to catch his reaction.

Dean felt a jolt of electricity run through him, and he fought to control his face. He was in Heaven now. Cas was in Heaven now. He gulped, trying to stop the shaking.

“He’s-” he started. He couldn’t say it. Otherwise it might slip away. He’d hadn’t even mentioned Cas’ name since it happened… it hurt too much. It hurt too much to think about what Cas had said. To think about how he’d just stood there, the world collapsing all around him.

“Cas is alive,” Bobby finished with a smile.

“Alive,” Dean repeated slowly, tasting the word on his tongue. Cas was alive. “Where?” he blurted before he could stop himself.

Bobby raised an eyebrow and took another sip of beer. “Don’t know. Could be anywhere in Heaven. He and Jack don’t really stay in one place.”

Dean gulped again and nodded. He was sure he was being obvious… but at this point, what did it matter? He had to find Cas. He had to find Cas and tell him- well, and give him an answer. He had to explain why he hadn’t gotten him out while he was on Earth. Had to explain that he’d tried… even if Sam didn’t know.

“It’s a big, new world out there.” Bobby was still smiling, a peace in his eyes that Dean had rarely, if ever, seen when he was alive. “I guess the question is… what are you gonna do now, Dean?”

Find Cas, he thought immediately. But he didn’t say it. He hadn’t even processed the fact that Cas was gone yet, much less that he was in love with-

“I need to go see my folks,” he said through gritted teeth. Then he took a steadying breath and looked up from his beer to Bobby. “Then I’m gonna find Cas.” He held the older hunter’s gaze, almost challenging him to comment. But Bobby just smiled back at him and nodded.

“Well, you’ll need that then,” he said, nodding to the open field in front of them.

Even with his thoughts swirling and his heart still pounding in his chest, Dean couldn’t stop the smile that formed when he saw his Baby sitting ready and waiting. That was some consolation, at least. Some consolation for being separated from his brother, from his life, from the apple-pie job he’d been about to take. But there was no use dwelling on the past now. He was dead. And he wasn’t going back… not this time. So, he might as well put a few things to bed while he was here.

Slipping behind the wheel felt as safe as it always did. Baby hadn’t changed. Even the imperfections had stuck, and he was grateful for it. People always thought paradise meant perfection, but he didn’t think so. No, paradise was something else. It was acceptance. It was truth. It was family.

He waved goodbye to Bobby and pulled out onto the road, driving slowly to look for the house. He wasn’t surprised when he found it. It looked exactly like the old house in Lawrence. Complete with the tree in front.

His nerves started buzzing more as he walked up the long drive to the porch. He should just go find Cas now. This wasn’t important.

But before he could turn to leave, the door swung open and his mom was wrapping him in a giant hug, tears wet on her cheeks. She was younger than when he knew her. More like the Mary he’d seen when he was thrown into the past. She looked happier too. Free of the worries of the world.

“You made it,” she said simply, her arms still tight around him.

“Yeah,” he said with a laugh. He held her tight, the tornado of emotions inside him threatening to break free. Then he looked up and saw the reason he was here. His heart nearly stopped, but by some heavenly miracle, it kept beating.

“Hey, Dad.”

John nodded, a smile breaking out over his youthful face. “Dean,” he managed, before going in for a hug.

Instinctively, Dean backed up, his hands held up defensively. He took another deep breath, glancing back to the car as if he still had a chance to run, and then turned to face John.

The smile had melted from his face and he folded his arms across his chest.

Dean shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at his feet. Maybe he was being stupid. Because it hadn’t really been that bad, right? He’d made it all up. His dad had been through a lot. He had every right to treat them like he did. And Dean had never measured up. Had never been good enough. That was on him.

That’s not who you are, Cas whispered in his ear. He cleared his throat and forced himself to look up.

“Mom, can you give us a minute?” His eyes never left John, but he saw her nod out of the corner of his eye before disappearing back into the house. John stepped outside and closed the door, gesturing to a set of deck chairs.

“We can stand,” Dean said, his voice already tight.

“What the hell is this about, boy?” His voice was low. More like the John Winchester that Dean remembered. More like the John Winchester that had been created when Mary died. Or, really, the John that had been there all along but had been hidden in empty promises and sweet nothings.

Dean clenched his fists, still hidden inside of his pockets, and forced himself to keep eye contact with his father. He was older than him here. His dad looked the same age as Mary, carefree even as his face slipped into a scowl. The youth didn’t make him any less intimidating. Didn’t stop memories of whiskey-fueled beatings from playing over and over in Dean’s head.

“You were wrong,” he said finally. His voice shook slightly, but he didn’t care. What was John going to do now? With Mary there, with them in Heaven… his hands were tied.

John snorted and leaned back against the doorframe. “About what?”

“I’m not worthless.” There was a lump in his throat now, but it was more from anger than anything else.

“Dean, let’s leave the past in the-”

“Shut up.”

John’s eyes widened and he took a step forward. When he spoke, his voice was even lower than before, shaking with anger. “What did you say to me?”

“I don’t owe you anything. You gave me nothing. But I needed to say that. Needed you to hear it. Because I finally know that you were wrong. All those years, all that pain… you were wrong.”

“You still talk like a goddamn fairy.”

Dean felt a shiver run down his spine but he held his ground. “Ever wonder why?” he spat.

“We’ve been over this, boy. Don’t tell me you forgot while I was away.” John took another step toward him, uncrossing his arms and letting them fall loosely at his sides.

Something shifted in Dean and some of the anger dissipated, replaced by confidence. Cas’ voice was still loud in his ear, telling him who he really was. Telling him this was okay. “You raised a faggot, John Winchester. Took me a long time to come around to it, too. But,” he shrugged, watching as his father’s eyes narrowed and his hands started to curl into tight fists, “I’m good with it now. I’m good with who I am. And, truthfully, I don’t give a fuck what you think.”

He saw the fist coming and ducked before taking a step backward.

“Something I gotta do,” he called as he walked away. “Tell Mom I love her. And I’ll be back.”

His heart was pounding in his chest but he didn’t dare look back. He knew if he did, he would crumple to the ground. His legs would just give out and he would take whatever punishment John deemed necessary. So he just walked. Got behind the wheel and tore away, his throat dry and his hands shaking but his heart at peace.

He drove for a while before he came back to his senses. Before what he’d done really sunk in. He could picture John talking to Mary, the disgust in his voice obvious. He honestly didn’t know what his mom would think. But at this point he didn’t care. There was only one thing on his mind. Only one infuriating angel he could think about. And he was here. Alive. In Heaven.

His hands were tight on the wheel as he pulled over to the side of the long road. It had gone through the forest for a while, but now it was hugging a beautiful coast line, the horizon seemingly miles away, the sun glittering off the waves.

Without thinking, he got out from the car and walked down the hill to the beach. He chose a rock on the edge of the sand to sit on, not wanting to venture further toward the ocean.

Then he closed his eyes and took a shaky breath. This was the easy part. He could do this.

“Cas,” he breathed into the empty air. Then he stopped. That was it. That was all he could say. Because he hadn’t said that name since- since Cas was taken. He hadn’t said that name since the angel had been standing in front of him, tear-streaked face filled with an expression of joy Dean had never seen before.

He tried to force more words out. But they just got caught in his throat, choking him until tears were filling his eyes and his breaths came in gasps.

Then, through his sobs, a familiar fluttering of wings rustled the air.

“Hello, Dean.”

All of his thoughts stopped. His mind was completely empty as he leapt from the rock facing the sea and whirled around to find Cas standing there, his expression blank.

Dean barely had time to take him in before he was crashing into him, his arms wrapping around the angel and holding him tightly to his chest. After a second, he remembered to breathe, and he took in Cas’ familiar scent that was now surrounding him.

“Dean,” Cas started as his arms came up from where they had been stiffly held at his sides to return the hug.

“Nope,” Dean said, his voice coming back. “You don’t get to talk.”

Reluctantly, he untangled himself from Cas’ arms, and looked into his eyes. He kept his hands on Cas’ shoulders, though, the touch grounding him.

There was fear in those blue eyes, but maybe hope too. Just a sliver of it.

Dean took another deep breath before letting the smile he had been holding back slip onto his face.

He shook his head, suddenly unable to stop the laughter bubbling in his stomach. “You asshole.”

Cas tilted his head and Dean’s laughter redoubled. He had thought he would be angry. Cas was alive, and he hadn’t even dropped in to let them know he was okay. But he didn’t care. Not in this moment. Because Cas was standing right in front of him. Cas was real.

The confusion on Cas’ face grew, his eyes squinting and his head tilting even further and suddenly Dean didn’t want to laugh anymore.

He surged forward, their lips meeting awkwardly as Cas stumbled backward. He held Cas tight to him, letting his hands drift upward into his hair, and finally Cas started kissing back.

When they pulled away for air, Cas’ expression was still guarded, though his defenses had started to slip away.

“I love you too, Cas.”

The rest of Cas’ walls fell down and he smiled. It wasn’t a huge smile, but it was better. It was soft, his eyes crinkled, and he looked at Dean like he was the most precious thing in the world.

There was too much to say. Too much to explain. Too many memories to relive. And they had all the time in the world. So Dean didn’t say anything at all. Instead, he slipped his hand into Cas’ and led him to the flat rock. He hopped up and patted the space next to him, waiting for Cas to get settled before he leaned onto his shoulder.

The sea air was everything he’d always imagined. Salty and fresh and calming.

The sun was hanging lower in the sky now. Like it knew they were here, watching it. Cas pulled Dean in tighter to him as they watched it slip lower down, colors exploding across the horizon.

The waves beat against the shore steadily and a breeze blew along with them, rustling Dean’s hair against Cas’ chin. They didn’t say anything that night. Just watched as the sunset faded into stars hanging over a sea of black.

They finally had what they’d never had on Earth. Time. And they were going to use every last second of it.

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the-acid-pear · 3 years

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Tumblr refuses to let me reblog the post again, so this is the second part of me reading the second btg book! ☺️

Still Chapter 211

Son on son violence

Chapter 212

This dude pretty cute ngl

Shit, rip

AAWW HIGH 5 🥺🥺

It's almost like they are a regular father and son 😭🥺💔

Chapter 213

Look how thigh those shirts are hehehoho 🥴

OYXITSITDITDLTD

Ooooh there goes my man Jyaku ready to kick some ASS

🥺😭💞

Baki really just forgot his mom eh, thought you were getting stronger for HER smh

Oh Jyaku vs Retsu? Nvm Jyaku i can only hope Retsu is nice w you

I like how most are like, confused over who to cheer for lmao

I know he won't make it but I'm cheering for Jyaku btw i like him more <33

Chapter 214

Love that title, can't believe Jyaku is gonna ask Retsu out 😍 /j

He really is just honest Igari

I love that he apologizes

Chapter 215

OJFOYDITDISTOTDG

HIS FACEEE THIS FUCKING CLOWN 😭😭😭

THIS IS JUST SO FUCKING FUNNY

Chapter 216

Burgir

GHZJDUDDRHD THEY ARE SOOO MAD

That smile so cute...

Jyaku is a king

Love it when Retsu throws that pose, though y'all know why

HDGSSGSGF you are coming to Japan wether you like it or not 🔫

Chapter 217

Finally Jyaku got serious too

WITH HIS TOES 😭

King is just obsessed i luv him

HEHE HAIRY LEGS

It does seem like Jyaku is trynna confess his love jfnshdshdf

Chapter 218

I remember i almost laugh cry with my dad when we saw this

His damn beard... 💔

THE HAND OF THE TRAITOR

He has a good point

They be calling my man Jyaku a masochist noooo yfjdhdgs

Chapter 219

Okay seems kinda into it <:/

Old man? He doesn't look that old Baki :/

That was so smart 🥺

Chapter 220

Retsu calm down please you are gonna break his back

Oh my god Retsu, oh my god.

He did apologize at least

Chapter 221

Damn dude be a little more gentle with him

Oh, get was picking him up, okay

FR FR

🥺🥺🥺

FARHDHDYFTH THE KINGGG

Chapter 222

I love how everyone completed him (except Yujiro but not surprising), these warriors are such a good team

I want to eat an apple too now

That was fast

I got distracted watching a vsauce react video sorry

Okay I'm glad a comment actually mentioned Sik

Chapter 223

Had to take a uh idk 5 hour break bc lights went out :/

Feet be fuming lmao

Ohhh that's a cool analysis

Chapter 224

What a good punch

That "please",,,

Poor Li man, having to see his brother DIE /j

No, Viêt Long, i have not been hit by a truck before.

Chapter 225

It's so funny how Jyaku lost bc he fought a main charac and only those win

Sad day for the Chinese citizens

Mf got tits in his back

This is gonna be so goodddd

Chapter 226

Look at the size of his tits, the slut

INSTAGRAM INFLUENCER POSE WOOO

These two are cool fighters

Chapter 227

Old man showing skin

His smile is so fucked up lmao

Chapter 228

Baki what the FUCK are you wearing?

I just remembered when Hana did a flip, that was so good

Retsu babey 🥺

I love how confused Yujiro looks

Chapter 229

Hey, i recognize that name...

Kaku just too op

Yujiro you are gonna pop your testicles if you do that with your leg

Chapter 230

God that's such a good threat

Love Retsu's confusion

Damn bitch you saying we gotta keep up w this whore cuz you were too slow? Ffs Kaku 😢

I love when you can tell someone is still hanging around just quietly by seeing their response in a comment

Chapter 231

God this just feels so good, to see Yujiro actually scared 😍

YOOO THAT'S POG

Chapter 232

I wanna finish this book and start the next one grrr

This fight is so satisfying

That last bit is so cringe but whatever that's okay

Fight so controversial comments were deactivated

Chapter 233

Itagaki hincha de boquita el más grande? 😳 /j

Okay yeah it IS just rude

Hohoooo shit getting nice

Chapter 234

This asshole lmao

Yuji-chan really went "how many times do i have to teach you this lesson, old man?!"

Mfs be doing Jojo references in the comments lol

Chapter 235

GTFO WITH THAT LOGIC RETSU IM SORRY CHINA IS LOSING BUT GET LOSTTTT AJSGAJGS

Ffs Kaku you are doomed 😢💔

Yujiro so strong my mouse disconnected

Chapter 236

Abs in his back...

Crying and shaking that is NOT true

DON'T FEED HIS EGO, KAKU

LIONS CAN BE KILLED BY TIGERS TOO!!!!

I thought Yujiro was bleeding for a second there smh

Chapter 237

OKAY YEAH IT IS HIS BLOOD ITS COMING OUT OF HIS NOSE ITS NOT MUCH BUT HE BLED

THE HEAD APPLAUSE

HE'S SO UPSET LMAOOO

Yujiro surprised is good shit

GSJDUFTHSTD

KAKU YOU LEGEND LMAO

Kaku has boyboss energy

Chapter 239

This cover almost gives me a stroke

I love how they all just shat their pants

These minor Chinese characters were so good tbh, sadly i don't think they will ever return

Don't worry Retsu, we the viewers have seen a man revive before

King i don't think any of us understands

It really is

CAN MEN IN THIS FRANCHISE JUST OPEN BOTTLES REGULARLY?!

Oh my god i though Yujiro was sitting on the air for a second i almost cry 😭

Coca cola must have paid Itagaki /j

Chapter 240

Oh so the Kaioh part takes the name, not the surname

...is Yujiro wearing a floral shirt? 😭

I LOVE THAT ENDING SO MUCH 🥺😭

Jyaku has his eyes fixated on Retsu eh, proud of having him come to Japan lmao

Chapter 241

HORRIBLE fit Baki

CHILDHOOD SAGA PART 2? 😰

Jk though i do miss Yuri 🥺

Oh hey Jr

You gonna fuck his girl, bro?

Chapter 242

So straight forward lmao

I'm starting to appreciate Baki's feminist ass every day even more

AAAA GRANDPAAA 🥺🥺💞

This page didn't allow me to call two mfs virgins smh, 1984

Chapter 243

Grandpa they shrunk you

Chapter 244

Kings idc about this

Okay true but also he's 70 dude pls... Though idk if this guy will go thru worse than Jack lmao

Such a nice lad

Chapter 245

Baki being such a feminist icon is so meaningful considering how his parents were,,,

MY MAN IS BACKKK AND AS DAPPER AS EVER

Doppo he's called Ali Jr how are you surprised?

OH MY GOD I JUST REALIZED HIS EYE PATCH HAS A PATTERN THAT'S SO COOL 🥺🥺😢💞

These men love throwing their glasses eh

Chapter 246

If only Igari and Toba had done this lol

OKAY THATS COOL I LIKE THAT

Me lo re devaluaron a mí pelado eh

HEHE OOOOH NICE 😳

Scenes that give me a boner

CHU...

Such a good callback...

Chapter 247

My man got serious, sweet

Doppo has been trying out his luck a bit too much like he's been betting with his life an uncomfortable lot like king do you need to talk? Are you okay? First asking Gouki to kill him now this like, is everything alright Doppo?

YEAH A BIT FUCKED UP TO THINK ABOUT

I love that blocking technique

OSHWOWHIWWH "gay ass Orochi, out of option so he touching dick" SHUT UPPP 😭😭💀

I really wish he got kicked in the nuts again see if he's still using his technique

Chapter 248

Poor guys thought he was bout to get murdered

A kiss? 😏 /j

When i saw this in the anime i actually thought Orochi was going to die, i was gonna get sooo angry

Chapter 249

What a way to cockblock em

Feminist icon

Jack is that the only sweater you own?

Chapter 250

I have been thinking of that scene of him eating the whole steak a lot

Jr like 🥺

Imagine being stupid enough to tease Jack like, i get he defeated two masters but they are NOTHING compared to this monster

Imagine jack just smoked some weed right there lmao

Jack needs to bite people more

Chapter 251

My shitty ass son gave me parkinson's

Jack that's not how human anatomy works what the fuck did Kureha do to your body spine?

Chapter 252

DAMN JR WHAT A FAT ASS

Looked like Jack was going for a handful

Those techniques must fuck your neck up so bad

Okay Jack you are going a bit far now don't cha think?

Chapter 253

You are tempting your luck sunny boy

Look at that, you pissed him off!

You cannot just know out jack hanma bro

HHH

This was so stupid yet, unironically, iconic

Chapter 254

Bruh i thought it said Pog 😭, ain't manslaughter poggers Mr Hanma?

OKAY THANKS JACK

Such a simp he downed that coffee cup

Grandpa put here cockblocking

Chapter 255

"no he didn't >:/"

These two masters are a pair of fucking idiots like understand this i love my grandpa and i love my man but mfs have to take the L for this one time sksgwjgshgw

Gouki bro my senses gonna shut down if you put your sucks against the dirt again OUGH sensory hell 😭

FOR FUCKING REAL JR

STOP ENABLING THE OLD MAN!! WKSGKSGSJSHDD for once I'm on Viêt's side 😭

Chapter 256

Hoho Gouki out here getting a panty shot 😳

Grandpa i love you but this was unnecessary

Chapter 257

Kozue should wear a Korn tshirt

GET HIS ASS KOZUE

OWHWLWGISGSJWG 😭😭 MF JUST STANDING THERE LIKE A FREAK I LOVE HIM BUT I HATE HIM SM!!!

Love how consistently round his hands are, king got no knuckles

HEY DONT CALL MY MAN A FREAK KOZUE

King hasn't changed his clothes ever since i see

His shoes look so nice...

OKAY OKAY HE HAS A POINT AT LEAST, HE AT LEAST ACCEPTED HE LOST BUT HE'S STILL BUTTHURT FROM IT SKSGAJGS BUT HE ADMITS IT!!

Doppo i love you but shut UPPP you lost get over it!! You are just going for the rematch bc you have the higher ground against a injured guy!!! Like Shibukawa didn't have time but you were already getting serious!! Hhhgrrrrrr doppo i love you but I'm going to bark

Hehe nvm he still hella fine... keep talking king 🥴

This was so mean of him sjsgwjwg

Chapter 258

Low-key starting to believe these two mfs plotted against Jr sjshsj

THAT FACE AKSGWJGS just 😐

If i didn't know you would get your ass handed in a plate i would be a lil mad he's planning on being that savage

He has been thru worse, sunny boy

Niceee

Tbh. I don't care anymore. Doppo is in the wrong, but GOD I'm a simp and i love seeing him fight 😍😍🥴

Yeah a comment mentioned it, we all were on Jr side until he threatened to kill Doppo Orochi like, even if not everyone here is as horny as me we all like an og fella

I also love how the prisoners really changed them all, the scars (both physical and mental) those 5 left will be remembered lol

#luly talks #btg #i ran out of space but that's good cuz im sleepy and have 3% of battery lol #i wanted to reach chapter 260 but this works #14 last episodes for tomorrow woo #baki liveblog

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mf-despair-queen · 6 years

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Where Have You Been All My Life? - Part 1 - Dad!Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Pairing: Dad!Stiles Stilinski/Reader AU

Word Count: 9,945

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Oral (Both Receiving), Public Oral, Edging, Orgasm Denial (kind of?)

Notes: Part 1 of 2 for Dad!Stiles. Because I legit am sitting at a total of 17.5K and have more to write. Sooooooo you get two parts. If you know the movie Bad Moms, that is the inspiration for this. So, it might have like... hints of cheating but they are getting divorced. So, I think we good?

@thelittlestkitsune and @savage-stilinski are the best and kept me company while I wrote. And they proofread while they went for me. Because I make lots of mistakes!

Part 2

You sat at the kitchen bar, the mug of coffee in the yours spewing wisps of steam from the brown liquid. Your eyes stared into the contents, watching the ripples from the small movements. Your fingers ran along the ceramic, unable to focus on any one particular thing.

All you could remember were the events of the night before.

“You’re serious right now?” you growled at the man following your every step, your voice low to keep from waking your daughter.

“I don’t see the big issue,” he claimed, fixing the band on his sweatpants. “Masturbation is a very healthy thing for guys. And it’s not like you haven’t seen me masturbate before!”

“Yeah, but not to some chick named Cheryl on the internet!” You seethed, placing the laundry basket on the floor of your shared bedroom.

“It’s really not that big a deal, honey,” he groaned, ruffling his hair.

You sighed, picking up a few pieces of loose clothing from the floor before turning to him. “How long?”

He made a face, his nose scrunching as he attempted to stutter out words. “Well, you know… just. It’s not that big a deal. Like, seriously. Just… time is very subjective you know. It hasn’t been that long.”

“The truth please.”

“A little over four months.” Your mouth fell open at the revelation that this had gone unseen under your nose for so long. All those nights that your husband disappeared into his office, he had been online with this chick some two thousand miles away.

“Four months?”

“Yes, but I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong, honey. I’m just masturbating with her. I haven’t touched her or anything. How could this be cheating? It’s just like porn!”

You threw the clothes in your hand in the basket, massaging your temples. “Maybe because you are going behind my back to masturbate with some woman personally? It’s not like porn because you are interacting with this same chick multiple times. You have been seeing her behind my back, not just watching videos of her.” You pursed your lips, tongue darting out to wet them. “Do you have feelings for her?”

“Well, you know, honey. It’s hard not to develop some feelings when masturbating together for so long.”

“Just answer the question!” You hollered, biting your lip immediately after.

The man sighed, nodding slowly. “Yes, I do. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings for you too, honey. How could I live without you or your lasagna?”

A palpable silence formed between you, the air so thick that it could be cut with a knife. If someone dropped a pin across town, you would probably hear it. The man before you opened his mouth to say more, but you cut him off. “Get out.”

His brow furrowed at your words. “What?”

“I said get out of my house.”

“You can’t just kick me out of my house like that, Y/N. That isn’t fair. I’ve done nothing wrong! You can’t kick me out because I was masturbating with some awesome chick online because you’re the cause of this! We haven’t had sex in how long? Or giving me a blowjob even?”

“Three years, and for good reason obviously. You’re a fucking asshole. Maybe I would be more willing to be intimate if you tried. I do everything around here and do I ever get something in return? Nope. I think not,” you told him, throwing a shirt at his head. “And I can kick you out. The house is in my name. So, it’s technically mine.”

“You’re seriously doing this right now?” He grumbled, sliding the shirt on his head. “Can’t we just fuck and make up?”

“Oh my God. Just please, get out, Joe.”

Your husband rolled his eyes, mumbling under his breath, “So unfair,” before he left, slamming the door on the way out. You peeked out the window to watch his car back from the driveway, tires screeching as he barreled down the street. The second he rounded the corner at the end of the road, your body collapsed, tears dripping from your eyes, landing on the carpet beneath you.

“How did it come to this?” You asked yourself, finally lifting the mug to your lips, taking a long sip. The beverage had gone luke warm as you had lost yourself in your thoughts, the liquid rushing down your throat doing anything but warm your soul. You left out another sigh, refusing to cry more.

“Morning, mommy,” you daughter, Julia, greeted with a yawn, stumbling into the kitchen dressed and ready for school. She rubbed at her tired eyes, her glasses pushed up onto her forehead.

“Morning, sweetheart,” you hummed, wrapping your arm around the eight-year-old girl as she drifted to your side. She struggled to push herself onto the barstool, pulling her plate of food that you made her towards her small frame. As she munched on a piece of bacon, you pushed some of her hair from her face, giving her a smile. “Are you ready for your first t-ball practice after school?”

She nodded, almost waking up entirely at the mention of it. “Yes! Me and Cici are going to dominate the team!”

“Dominate, eh?” You laughed. “Have you been reading the dictionary before bed?”

“Maybe,” she giggled.

“You’re a dork,” you told her. Your smile fell, the lump in your throat growing. “I have to tell you something, baby.”

Her eyes drifted to yours, tilting her head in question. “What?”

“Your daddy had to go away on a business trip,” you told her, turning to look back at your cold cup of coffee. “There’s no telling how long he will be gone. So, we will make the best of things, just the two of us. Alright?”

“Whatever you say, mommy,” she said, biting at her bacon once more.

As you trudged out the door and into the car to take the young girl to school, you sighed. You hated lying to her, but you didn’t want to see the look on her face if she knew her parents would be getting divorced most likely. You knew it would break her little heart and that was the last thing she needed right now.

You parked along the curb in front of the school, rounding the car to help the young girl out. You handed her the Marvel backpack she insisted on having with the matching lunch box, giving her a short hug. “Did you need me to walk you in?”

“No, I can do it,” she reassured.

“Alright, baby,” you said, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I will be waiting out here to pick you up for your practice. Have a good day at school, love bug.”

“Don’t be embarrassing, mommy,” she laughed, kissing your cheek. “I love you.”

She sauntered off, catching up with a few of her friends on the way in. You gave a short wave in response, shaking your head. “They grow up so fast.”

“Hey pretty lady,” your friend, Lau, said, walking over with her arms crossed over her chest. Her gorgeous red locks bounced with her step, he backside pressed to your car as she leant beside you. “You see down this morning. What’s wrong, sugarplum?”

“Long story,” you hummed. “Where are your boys?”

“Stu is walking Luke into school. They couldn’t stop talking about the new Star Wars that is in theaters. They saw it for the third time last night.”

“They are nerds. I swear,” you laughed. You tilted your head, finding the third member of your female trio waving off her son, Stephen, as he walked into the school. “There’s Camile. Cami! Over here!”

Her eyes lit up as she rushed over to you both, her curly hair pulled back into a bun to keep it out of her face. “Good morning! How is everyone today?”

You opened your mouth to answer but was cut off by Lau. “I’m great, but someone amongst us is keeping secrets.” Both of their eyes fell to you, the frown on your face growing. “Come on. Spill. What’s going on?”

“Can we not do this here please?” You asked.

“Fine. How about over brunch? For once, we all have today off,” Camile proposed. “We have free time till after the kids get out of school.”

“Yeah. That works,” you told them.

Lau’s eyes narrowed on something behind you, her lips curling into a sly grin. “Don’t look now, but here comes the hot widower.” You and Camile turned to see what she meant, your eyes widening at the sight.

Stiles Stilinski was walking down the street, sunglass hanging from his white undershirt. The red plaid shirt he wore blew in the breeze, his ruffled, messy hair swaying with each step forward he took. His signature smile lit up the air around him. The small black backpack hung from his shoulder, the familiar imprint of Star Wars on the front. His hand was grasped tightly around his daughter’s hand, her smile and eyes matching that of her father. In his other hand rested on the back of the carrier he wore with the barely six month old baby in it, his tiny hands holding onto Stiles’ shirt.

You let out an inaudible sigh as you watched the man. You had such brief interactions with him, and you knew it was wrong to hold a tiny crush on him. You had been good friends with his late wife before she passed away shortly after giving birth to their son. It probably didn’t help either that his daughter was Julia’s best friend. But since the second he introduced himself, you couldn’t stop the small blush that would form on your cheeks or the butterflies that fluttered inside you from the short words you shared with each other. He was a caring, spastic young man that had many cruel things happen in his life, but he never stopped smiling. You tried your best to push the feelings down, but they always seemed to resurface more than ever whenever he walked by.

“Don’t look now, but he’s coming over here,” Camile whispered. Once the words left her mouth, your eyes widened, breath quickening. You were afraid to know what you would feel for the single man not that your husband wasn’t in the picture. “He’s right there, guys.”

“Good morning, ladies,” Stiles greeted as he stopped in front of you all, his eyes running over each form before stopping on you. “I was hoping to catch you this morning, Y/N.”

“Me?” You asked, slightly dumbfounded.

“Yeah. Cici had a question for you,” he chuckled, looking down at the brunette girl. The girl slid slightly behind her father, her honey eyes staring up at you. “Come on, honey. Y/N won’t bite. You know that.”

You smiled at the small girl, crouching to her level. “What did you need, sweetie?”

She opened her mouth once before closing it, her brow furrowing. “I was wondering if you could take me to t-ball practice after school. Daddy has to take Ben to the doctor and can’t pick me up.”

“Of course, sweetie. I would love to help you out. I can’t deny you and Julia your practice,” you told her. She gave a shy smile, mumbling a small thanks. You stood up to face Stiles, his face relieved. “Do you have her stuff?”

Stiles blinked for a second, gaping like a fish a few times before his neck and face turned a bright red. “I think I forgot it on the table. Shit.”

“Language, daddy.”

“I meant shoot. This is just perfect.”

“It’s fine, Stiles,” you laughed. “I’m off work today. And we were just planning to get brunch. So maybe I can swing by and grab her stuff before I head out with the girls.”

“That would be perfect actually,” he said, relaxing slightly. “I’m sorry. I messed this up so bad.”

“It’s fine. Accidents happen, Stilinski,” you grinned. “I will meet you back at your house in less than a half hour?”

“Yeah, sounds good,” he grinned.

“Awesome,” you said in return, looking back at at the young girl clasping her dad’s hand and the baby asleep against his chest. “They’re adorable, Stiles. You know that right?”

“Yeah,” he smiled sadly. “But they definitely get my genes. I’m just an awkward turtle.”

“Well, I think you’re perfectly handsome as well,” you stated quickly, flushing once you said it. Lau and Camile were stifling their laughs behind you, knowing how flustered you were getting. “I-I mean…”

“Thanks, Y/N,” he chuckled. Raising one hand, he turned to walk off. “I will see you in a bit.”

When he was out of earshot, the two girls squealed in each of your ears, shaking you back and forth. “You totally like him,” Camile said.

“And he likes you,” Lau mentioned afterwards. “But what about Joe?”

You bit at your lip, pulling your keys from your pocket. “That’s what I will tell you guys about at brunch. Meet at the usual?”

“Diego’s Cafe?” Camile offered. “Wouldn’t have it any other way. They have the best mimosas!”

“Oh yeah they do! But I will see you guys there. Let me drop off Stu first,” she mentioned as the darked haired man walked over, his eyes glued to his phone, probably on some email from his tech company. Lau waved as she took her husband’s hand, walking off.

“Don’t take too long with Stiles,” Camile hinted, nudging your side once before walking back to her car.You sighed, getting into your own car, leaning back in the seat in thought. You ran a hand through your hair once, letting out a long sigh before finally starting the engine and driving off.

You wound up at Stiles’ house shortly after he arrived, the man standing at his door unlocking it. He stopped when he heard your engine die, his stoic face lighting up. “Hey, Y/N! Nice timing,” he joked, pushing the door open as you walked up. “Come on in.”

You followed the man into his house, watching him kick off his shoes in the doorway. His police badge sat on the table next to his keys, slightly dusty from his time off work to get his life in order. You followed the man silently further into the house. “It’s been awhile,” you mumbled to yourself.

“It has,” he responded, catching you off guard. “You haven’t been over since she passed away. And I don’t blame you at all.”

“Stiles,” you frowned.

“It’s fine. Really it is,” he reassured you. “You were her friend. With her gone, you had no reason to come by except to pick up or drop off Julia for playdates with Cici.” He gave a gentle smile. “We make do. I promise.”

“I should have checked up on you more though,” you frowned.

“Don’t start that now,” he playfully glared. The baby against his chest let out a smile whimper before breaking into full tears, squirming in his father’s arms. Stiles’ face fell, looking down at the boy. “Aw, don’t cry Ben. No crying.”

“Here, let me,” you whispered, walking over and lifting the small boy from the carrier. Your fingers brushed against Stiles’ chest as you took the baby, his pecs clenching from the slight touch. You cradled the baby in your arms, rocking and bouncing him to ease his whimpers. “Go ahead and grab Cici’s stuff and I will take care of this little one.”

“Are you sure?” He asked hesitantly.

“I’m a mom, Stiles. I can take care of a baby,” you laughed. He let out a small laugh before removing the carrier from his chest and wandering around the house in search of his daughter’s stuff. You watched the spastic man run through the house, groaning when he couldn’t find the bag of stuff. The baby in your arms cried for a while before finally settling down, his honey eyes staring up at you. His tiny hand kept grabbing at your blouse, tugging at it for attention. You giggled at his actions, cooing at him. “What do you think you’re doing, cutie pie?”

“He likes you,” Stiles laughed when he walked back into the living room with a bag in hand. “You’re lucky. He actually hates like… everyone but me and my family.”

“Well, I feel special then,” you laughed, lifting the baby in the air. “Do you like me, Benny? Am I your friend now?” The baby let out a squealing laugh, clapping his hands together. “You’re such a good boy for your daddy, aren’t you?”

“He thinks,” Stiles laughed, taking the baby from you and placing him in his playpen. “I’m sure he will grow up to have my mischievous side.”

“Lord help us all,” you laughed at him. “You really are a great dad, Stiles.”

“I can always hope that’s true,” he sighed, picking up a small lamb stuffed animal and waving it for his son to see. “I always feel like I’m… messing up. Not having Abigail around has really been hard. Cici doesn’t have a mom anymore and I know she puts on a front to make it seem like it doesn’t bother her. And Ben won’t ever know his mom. All he will know is his lame ass dad.”

“Stiles,” you frowned, pulling him from the playpen. You wrapped your arms around his waist, placing your head on his chest. His chin rested on your head, his leanly muscular arms wrapping around your body. His eyes were glassy with unshed tears, short sniffles resounding around the room. “You’re doing great. Cici is a strong girl and she will grow up to be a fine young woman. It’ll be hard on her but she has you there to support everything she does. And you aren’t a lame ass dad. You are a cool dad and Ben will know that growing up because you will do everything in your power to be there for him.”

Stiles chuckled, his chest rumbling with the noise. “How do you do that?” He asked.

“Do what?”

“Say the right things to cheer me up,” he laughed. “You did it too after Abi passed. You said that she would always be watching over us, protecting us. And it helped. A lot.” He sighed, his arms squeezing you tighter. “Your husband sure is a lucky man.”

You frown wasn’t visible luckily and you had to fight to keep your voice from cracking. “Yeah…”

He pulled away, wiping at his eyes a few times before digging his phone from his dark jeans. “You know, I don’t think I have your number. Abi was always the one to get a hold of you for things so I never thought to get it. It might be helpful to have it so I can get in touch with you whenever we need to.”

“Oh, right,” you said, taking his phone. You smiled at the picture of him and his daughter as his lock screen, swiping to unlock it. The home screen was of Ben resting on his chest, the man looking down lovingly at his child. It was the most adorable thing in the world. Typing in your number, you sent yourself a quick message to get his number before handing him back the device. “I will take care of Cici with the practice. Just text me if you need anything.”

“I will,” he said, licking his lips. His forehead scrunched slightly, nibbling on his lip in thought. “Would um… would your husband get mad if I texted you more often maybe? Just as friends of course! I’m not looking to ruin your marriage, I swear. Just… a friend would be nice to help get through this single parent stuff.”

You gaped at him before quickly shaking your head. “No! I mean… no, he wouldn’t care. Joe grew up with a single parent, so I’m sure he would understand wanting someone there just to talk to. It’s not an easy situation.” You didn’t feel right spilling what had happened the night before, so lying seemed to be the best answer. “I know you wouldn’t intentionally ruin my marriage, Stiles. But just know that I am always here for you.”

“I appreciate that,” he said, handing you the bag. “I’m glad I have you as a friend.”

Friend. The word stung slightly, and you weren’t sure if it was because of your crush on the man that seemed to grow like a parasite the longer you stood in his presence or because of the potential divorce you were facing. “Yeah. Friends.” You turned to look down at the small child sitting on the pen looking up at you. You wiggled your fingers at him, listening to his cute laughter. “Bye bye, Benny. I will see you around, alright?”

Stiles walked you to the door, opening it for you like a gentleman. “Thanks again. For everything.”

“Stop thanking me. I’m happy to help.”

“Right,” he muttered. He hesitated for a second before leaning forward, placing his soft lips to your cheek. His cheeks were red when he backed away. “I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah. Bye Stiles,” you managed to get out, slipping out the door. You rushed across his lawn to your car, missing the click of the door behind you. Throwing yourself in the car, your hands covered your face, letting out a small squeal. “Oh my god, did that just happen?”

You sipped at the mimosa, Camile and Lau ordering their meals. When the waiter walked off, they turned towards you. “Spill, girly,” Lau said.

You twirled the glass in your hand, watching the yellow-orange liquid swish in the glass. “How hard is it to raise Stephen by yourself for the most part, Cami?”

Camile’s face scrunched up, leaning her elbow on the table. “I don’t know. He’s a good kid. And he gets that his dad works a hard job and can’t be around very often. There are times that he’s difficult, but we make it work. And when Mitch is around, he makes the time to spend time with his son. Sure, it’s not ideal, but it’s fine I guess. Why do you ask?”

“Just curious,” you mumbled.

“You’re so full of shit,” Lau mumbled. “What did Joe do?”

“What makes you think he did something?” You asked, both girls giving you an unimpressed look. You let out a loud groan, massaging your face. “Last night, I walked into his office while I was cleaning to find him masturbating with some chick online. And apparently it’s been going on for like four months, if he told me the truth. But he apparently he has feelings for her and shit. And it’s just been a wreck because he doesn’t think he’s done anything wrong.”

“Well, fuck him,” Camile said.

“Did he say why he did it?” Lau asked.

“He said it was my fault because we haven’t had sex in three years. But how is it my fault when I do everything for us? Can he blame me for being tired at the end of the day?”

“No,” Lau said. “He can’t give you shit for that. He should be there to support you. And just because you aren’t having sex doesn’t mean he should go wank to some rando online.”

“Agreed,” Camile said. “It’s not your fault that he couldn’t keep it in his pants.” She sipped her drink before continuing. “But what’s going to happen between you guys?”

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “I kicked him out and haven’t heard from him since. But I’m pretty sure this is the end between us. I’m pretty sure out marriage has been dead for a while now. The passion we had when we first got together just isn’t there. And I can only do so much to keep that passion alive when he isn’t reciprocating it. We’ve tried therapy and it helps a little, but the changes never seem to stick.”

“Maybe it’s time to move on,” Lau said, nudging you side. You gave her a confused look only for Camile to finish for her.

“Stiles, babe. He totally has the hots for you.”

“No, he doesn’t,” you blushed. “And even if he does, I can’t make a move right now. I’m still married technically and he’s still coming out of Abs passing away. We have our kids to worry about. I haven’t even told Julia about what happened since I don’t know what’s going to happen. It would end badly for us both.”

“You don’t have to rush into anything,” Camile said. “And you said yourself that it’s probably over anyway. So, things can always happen. It wouldn’t hurt to start talking to him at least.”

“And think of it this way,” Lau said. “He’s hot. There’s no down side here.”

“Seriously?” You laughed. The girls laughed with you, shaking their heads. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing I got his phone number earlier, huh?”

Cue loud screeches and hugging in the middle of the cafe, the waiters giving you all weird looks.

You sat on your bed, staring at your closet. Julia was hanging out with Stephen and Luke, the trio of children having a Marvel vs DC marathon. Stuart and Mitch agreed to watch the rascals so the girls could take you out to clear your mind. When you had called them that morning in tears, a stack of divorce papers on your lap, they deemed it necessary to take you out. You knew they would be over soon to head to the bar, but you weren’t sure what to wear.

Something mom-ish? You asked yourself, moving to pick up a rose pink dress, holding it to your body. You made a disgusted face at yourself, tossing the dress aside. Maybe just something comfy? You pushed through the rack of clothes, unable to find anything. “I literally have nothing.”

“Sure you do,” Lau said, pushing the door open, the skin-tight green dress clinging to her frame. The spare key to your house swung on her finger a few times, grinning widely. “No need to fear. The cavalry's here!”

Camile pushed her aside, flopping back on the bed. Her purple tank top hugger her torso, black skinny jeans covering her legs with a pair of black heels on her feet. “You have got to own something sexy. I know we have bought you sexy stuff before.”

“Yeah, but Joe never liked me wearing them,” you groaned. “Either he made me toss things he didn’t like or I outgrew them when I had Julia.”

“Pssh. There is bound to be something in this closet. Move aside and let the master work! You worry about getting undressed so as soon as I find the perfect thing, you can put it on,” Lau said, moving you to dig through the hung up clothes. She pushed each article aside, her eyes lighting up at the item she found hidden in the back of the closet. “I see something tiny and black and honestly, me likey!”

“Oh god, no!” You hollered at her, tossing your shirt in the bin and trudging over to your friend in just your bra. That was like… my Halloween costume before I was pregnant! I wouldn’t be able to fit in that even if I tried.”

“Please,” Camile groaned. “You look even better now than your did when we were younger. Pregnancy did you good. You’re that one percent.”

“Lies,” you grumbled at her. “I put on so much weight after I had Julia.” The girls sent you short glares. “Fine! I will try it on! But it won’t fit! Now should I wear it to the bar.”

“Please,” Lau laughed. “You will look bomb as fuck. Plus, all girls should own a lbd.”

“Lbd?” You questioned.

“Little black dress! Get with the times and get dressed. The uber will be here in two minutes,” Camile joked.

You quickly threw on the black dress, smoothing out the fabric as much as you could. The dress ended at your mid thigh, the skirt flaring out. The thin straps rested upon your shoulders, the bodice hugging your torso perfectly. You were surprised you slid into the fabric as easy as you did. You spun a few times in front of the mirror, your hands resting on your stomach a bit. “I look horrible.”

“Are you mental?” Lau asked. “You look brilliant.”

“All the guys will want a piece of that ass,” Camile followed.

“I’m not looking for a hook up though,” you bluntly stated.

“Unless it was Stiles,” Camile continued, Stiles’ name coming out in a sing-song tone.

“No,” you grumbled.

“You’re the one that has been texting him nonstop for the past two weeks!” She belted. And she wasn’t lying. Two weeks without your husband meant two weeks that you were able to text the single man of your dreams. They weren’t flirty texts - or at least, you didn’t think they were. Just a bunch of ‘hey’, ‘how you doing?’, and random small conversations you would break into. There would be some small times that he would call you up during the day, asking if you’d like to come over for lunch and some time with baby Ben, which you never failed to accept instantly.

Needless to say, you were falling hard for the man.

“And you noticed too that you’ve stopped wearing your wedding ring,” Lau pointed out. You glanced down at your right hand, your finger bare of the diamond ring. “I know you just got the divorce papers today, but you stopped wearing it a while ago.”

“That’s not because of anything in particular,” you told them. “It just didn’t feel right to wear anymore.”

“Well, that’s nothing to worry about now,” Camile huffed, jumping off the bed. “Uber. Now. Drinks. Now. Drunk dancing. Now. This is the only time we don’t have the kids so let’s use the opportunity while we can.”

“Amen sista!” Lau laughed, pulling everyone out of the house, you fumbling to put your heels on on the way out the door.

You arrived at a local bar not thirty minutes later, the three of you making your way instantly to the bar. Lau ordered a few rounds of shots as well at martinis for everyone. Shoving a shot in everyone’s direction, she held hers up to the dim light.

“To new starts!” she cheered. You and Camile laughed, holding yours up as well. With a echoed cheer, you all downed the bitter liquid, shaking your head at the taste. “One more!”

“You’re going to kill me tonight,” you groaned.

“You love us,” Camile grinned, handing you the shot glass.

Drink after drink was washed down your throat, the girls flooding your system with multiple varieties of alcoholic substance. Your mind was buzzed before you knew what hit you, laughter befalling your lips at the simplest things. You dragged the girls to the dance floor to dance to a few songs before returning to your spot at the bar, the bartender already placing new drinks down for you. You silently were thankful at that time that Camile’s husband, Mitch, was wealthy with the government.

And to your surprise, multiple guys had walked up to you, attempting to make conversation before wandering away when you showed zero interest. Both of your friends nudged your sides, telling you how the guys were flirting, but you didn’t care to listen.

The guys attempting to talk to you weren’t anything compared to the one on your mind, even in this fuzzy state.

“Ugh,” you groaned, leaning on the bar. “I forgot how it feels to go out and enjoy a night to myself.”

“I know,” Lau groaned happily. “It’s been so long since we’ve been able to get away from the kids. And you had it worse than us. Joe never gave two shits if you could get away. You have done everything for Julia. So for once, it’s nice that you could get out.”

“Have you told her yet?” Camile asked.

“No,” you replied, circling your finger on the rim of the martini glass. “I really should though. But how do you tell your daughter that your parents are getting divorced?”

“It’s probably best to just tell her,” Lau told you. “But, I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

“I hope.”

You felt a tap on your shoulder, turning slightly in your seat to look at the person interrupting your girl time. Your eyes met the familiar honey ones you had come to adore over the weeks, our heart jumping in your chest. “Hey Y/N. I thought that was you.”

“Stiles! Hey,” you started, sliding off the seat to give him a proper hug. “What are you… what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be home with your kids?”

“Hey! I’m allowed to get out once in a while!” he laughed. “My stepmom took the kids for the night. She likes to take them from me and spoil them. I will get them back from her in the morning and Cici will probably be hyped up on sugar or something, having not slept. Ben might be alright. But enough about me. What about you? What brings you out tonight?”

“Oh you know,” you mumbled, turning to Lau and Camile who were giving you small thumbs ups. “Just having a well deserved girl’s night.”

“Wow, cool. So your husband is at home with Julia? That’s nice to see for once. I never see him around when Julia is doing practice or school activities. Always you,” he said. “You deserve to get out for the night.”

“Yeah,” you muttered, licking your lips. “Actually, he’s um…” you paused for a second, a lump in your throat. For two weeks, you hadn’t said a word. But the papers on your kitchen table egged on in your mind and the words slipped out anyway. “He’s not really in the picture anymore.”

“Oh my God,” Stiles frowned, his hand resting on your arm. “Wow. I didn’t even know. I’m so sorry.” He rubbed his face a bit, his chin neatly shaven. “I don’t even know where to start or what to say. Are you alright?”

“It’s been hard but I’m surviving,” you told him. “I can’t say I haven’t been happier since he left but the divorce papers on my table kind of hit home this morning.”

“I’m so sorry. How long has he been gone?”

You drummed your fingers on the bar a few times before answering. “Two weeks.”

“But we…”

“Yeah,” you hummed. “I’m sorry I never mentioned it. “I thought it would be weird if I mentioned that I had just caught my husband cheating on me, kicked him out and was potentially getting a divorce. Now that I have the papers, I guess it’s easier to admit.”

“Aw, Y/N. You don’t need to apologize at all. I just wish I knew sooner so I could help you through it more. You’ve been here lately helping me with my own problems but you’ve had yours. I feel like a shitty person for not helping more.” He bit his lip slightly, sideways glancing at the bar. “But, I am glad I ran into you tonight. Can I buy you a drink maybe? And maybe we can chat for a bit?”

“Well, I mean…” you glanced back at the girls who were sliding off their chairs.

“We were just going for a dance!” Camile said. “We’ll see you in a bit!”

“It was nice seeing you Stiles!” Lau laughed, the two girls scampering away quickly. You glared after them, bitterly thinking, Those bastards.

Stiles ordered you both drinks, the pair of you moving to a small couch in the corner to chat. He sipped at his beer a bit before leaning back into the plush couch, eying your form. “So, did I mention that you look amazing tonight?”

You blushed, looking down at the drink in your hand. “I don’t look that good.”

“Seriously?” he laughed. “You look amazing, Y/N. It’s different than your normal outfits but you look beautiful.”

“Well, thanks,” you said, tucking hair behind your ear.

Stiles chuckled at your flushed face, placing his beer on the table. “So, can I give a little confession?”

“Of course,” you hummed.

“Alright. Don’t freak out on me,” he joked. “I was hanging out with Stuart the one day and we were chatting about our kids and Star Wars because surprisingly, they all have Star Wars related names.”

You cut him off before he could continue. “No way. I knew that Luke was because Lau was pissed when Stuart named him Luke just so he could say ‘Luke, I am your father,” even if that’s not the right quote. But your babies? Really?”

“Yes, actually.”

“Liar. You’re a filthy liar.”

“I am not!” He said. “Ben’s name is Ben Kenobi Stilinski. I know Abi would have hated it but I has that perfect ring to it. And he already has it better than I did growing up. Ben Kenobi is better than being cursed with a name like mine. Unpronounceable and misspelled way too often.”

“Really? I knew Stiles was a nickname, but I didn’t know it was that bad for you,” you hummed. “I’m sure you’re over exaggerating.”

“You try living with the name Mieczyslaw Stilinski then,” he laughed. Your nose scrunched, tongue sticking out slightly.

“Ok, I lied. That’s bad,” you grimaced jokingly. Stiles shoved your arm, shaking his head. “What about Cici then? As far as I’m away, there are no Cici’s in Star Wars.”

“Her middle name, actually,” he laughed. His face fell for a second as he glanced up at the ceiling. “Did you know Cici is just a nickname? Her middle name would have been her first name if I didn’t propose the name I did.” Your head tilted in question. “We named her after my mom. My mom passed away when I was eight, so it seemed like a perfect homage to her. So her full name is Claudia Leia Stilinski.”

“That’s beautiful,” you muttered in awe, the name ringing through your ears.

“It really is. But she chose to go by Cici for short because she sometimes hates the fact that she will never get to meet her grandma outside of the cemetery.”

“Wow,” you said, slightly wiping at your eyes to avoid ruining your makeup. “That’s rough. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine. She decided this when she was three and it kind of just stuck. She’s gotten better over the years. She used to hate going to visit grandma and now she’s always willing because she can share so many things with her and mommy.”

“Cici really is a strong girl,” you told him.

“I got lucky,” he laughed. “Enough about that. Back to my confession!” he readjusted in his seat, sliding a bit closer to your side. “So, as we were talking, I may have asked a bit about you. This was just after we started talking more and I was trying to get a little insight on how to actually approach you. I didn’t want to seem weird like I normally am.”

“You asked about me?” you repeated, dumbfounded.

Stiles chuckled, running his hand through his hair. “Well, yeah. That’s where the confession comes in.” He took a deep breath, nose flaring slightly. “I’ve always kind of had a thing for you.”

“What?!” You hollered, breaking into a laugh.

“Oh, come on! I thought you knew that!” Stiles chuckled. “Of all of the moms at the school, you are my favorite. Even when I was with Abi, I hate to say it, I had the tiniest crush on you.”

“No way.”

“Yes!” he chuckled. “You do so much for your daughter and Cici and even Luke and Stephen. I’ve seen you do everything for them. You support them. You don’t force them to do anything. It’s always Julia’s decision to do what she does like the T-ball team or that time she decided to take up piano?”

“Oh God,” you grumbled, hiding your face in your hands. “I remember that!”

“Yeah. But that was her call.” He licked his lips, leaning forward onto his knees. “I think the best thing is that you raised her right. She’s such a great kid. She’s nice and polite. And I can say that because she’s my daughter’s best friend. I am harder on that aspect because I want good kids around Cici. I don’t have to worry with Julia. And you know, you make me look bad.”

“What?” you laughed. “Why?”

“Cici gives me so much shit about the lunches you make for Julia. Always asks why I can’t do that for her.” You both let out loud laughs, Stiles’ arm slinging onto the back of the couch behind you. “Why do you have to make my life harder, Y/N? You’re killing me. You’re tearing me apart!”

“Did you just reference The Room?” You laughed.

“Ugh, you are so perfect,” he sighed. “Marry me please.”

“Moving a bit fast, aren’t you, Stiles?” You asked, the alcohol in your system giving you a surge of confidence. His eyes flashed a bit as he looked down at you. “Shouldn’t we kiss before you try marrying me?”

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, His eyes darkening slightly. “Maybe you’re right,” he mumbled. “But would that be alright? You’re still going through this divorce and I don’t want to rush you into anything.”

“You wouldn’t be rushing me if that’s what I want,” you told him, reaching out to run your fingers along his cheeks, tracing them along the constellation of moles on his jawline. “And let me just say, Stiles. What I want is you.”

“Well,” he muttered, leaning in until his lips were brushing yours slightly. “Let’s just take it slow then, shall we?”

With a short nod from you, Stiles smiled, leaning forward to connect your lips in a gentle kiss. His lips enveloped yours completely, his nose brushing yours as he pressed further against you. You allowed him to take control, your nails scraping lightly against his cheek. His own hand, large and veiny, moved to the back of your neck, threading through your locks. He used your neck to pull you closer, his lips dragging against yours as you shared tiny, open-mouth kisses.

He pulled away once for a short, ragged breath before delving in for more, stronger and sloppier than before. His tongue darted from between his lips to swipe at yours, slithering through a small gap in your lips. The tip of his tongue ran along yours, his throat swallowing the low moan you let out.your tongue attempted to play with his in return, though his always seemed to overpower it and remain in control.

His free hand moved down to your waist, giving it a short squeeze before moving to rest on your bare thigh. Your dress had ridden up to allow his fingers to press into your leg that had wrapped itself over his lap. Your lips never disconnected as your fingers slid along his jawline to the top of his shirt, playing with the hem of the black fabric.

Stiles pulled away to lick his hips, panting heavily. “Wow,” he huffed, his eyes fluttering open. Your own followed, neither of you realizing you had shut them in the midst of the pleasure. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for that.”

“I think I can guess,” you told him. “Because I’ve wanted that for awhile myself.”

“Really?” He asked. You gave him a smile and a nod, the man smiling wider. “Well, maybe it wouldn’t be bad to continue.”

“I’d be down for that.”

Your lips met in a short kiss, the touch teasing him for more. Stiles groaned slightly, his hand sliding up your dress a bit to your ass, squeeze it through your panties. You could feel his hard on through his jeans pressing against your leg, the throbbing running from him to you. “Can I confess something else?”

You blinked at him, pulling away slightly to look at him. “What?”

“It’s not so much of a coincidence that I showed up here while you were here,” he hummed. You continued to gaze at him confused. “You may have booty texted me saying that you had come to the bar for some drinks. And some… other things.”

You blinked in wonder before it clicked. You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “I think Lau was actually the one to booty text you off of my phone,” you admitted. “I lent it to her earlier because she left hers at home and she wanted to check on Stu. I didn’t think she’d sneak into my messages.”

“Oh,” he laughed. “That might make more sense then. Because what she sent… my god.”

You eyed him slightly, biting at your lip. “What exactly did she message you?”

Stiles’ eyes glinted with an overwhelming amount of mischief, almost enough to match his name. “Why don’t I show you?”

You found yourself pressed against the bathroom door minutes later, the man’s lips to yours in a fiery kiss, his fingers fumbling with the lock. Your legs wobbled in the heels and you were thankful that Stiles kept you upright, his body pressed firmly to yours. The second he got the lock in place, he was hiking up the dress to your waist, playing with the hem of your panties. Your hands attempted to undo his belt, but you were failing miserably in the blur of the kiss.

He pushed off the door, keeping you pressed to him as he swung around, dropping you on the closed toilet seat. “Are we really doing this?” You asked him, Stiles dropping to his knees between your legs. His teeth nipped at your bare stomach, inching closer to the black lace you wore.

“Are you against it?” he asked, tugging the top of your panties with his teeth, his eyes rolling up your body to meet yours. “We can stop if you’d prefer. You are still married after all. If this is too fast then we can stop.”

“I’m getting divorced and my husband is staying with the chick he masturbated with,” you hummed at him. “As far as I’m aware, I’m not married. In less than a week, I will no longer be his wife. This is just something from my wildest dreams.”

“Well, if you’re alright, let me show you a good time, baby,” he huskily said, pulling at the panties. Your response was simple: lifting your ass off of the toilet seat to allow him to remove the intruding lace. His nose flared with his deep breaths, your panties left in a pile on his side. The man pushed your legs apart, salivating at the picture perfect sight of your dripping pussy. “My god, it’s beautiful.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard that,” you told him, Stiles glancing up at you. “Joe never said those things. Hell, I don’t think he really ever gave me oral. Maybe when we were younger but I think he hated the way it looked.”

“Then he’s crazy,” Stiles grumbled, licking his finger to run it through his folds. He listened to you moan quietly, grinning to himself. “Because this is delectable. Who wouldn’t love this?”

“My ex-husband.”

“That’s why he’s your ex now,” Stiles hummed, leaning forward to run his tongue through your folds in place of his finger. Your eyes shut, head falling back at the sensational feeling of his tongue lapping at your core, the tip prodding at your entrance. You moans filled the bathroom, his fingers reaching forward to tangle in his tousled hair.

His tongue, after sliding through your folds a few times, found home in your core, swirling it in circles to gather every drop of arousal you were releasing. He was surprisingly deep with just his tongue, the man having the ability to hit spots you didn’t know felt good until now. “Holy shit,” you would moan at him, following any words released with his name.

He groaned in response to anything you uttered, his tongue speeding up against you. The faint slurp of his tongue and lips smothering your core was loud, the feeling just as intense. His eyes were focused up at your face as he assaulted you with the wet article in his mouth, watching your face contort into different pleasurable looks. Your fingers would tug at his hair, pulling him into you more as if to encourage him to go faster.

He pulled away from you for a brief second only to replace his missing tongue with two fingers immediately afterwards. The two fingers automatically curled directly into your g-spot, a near scream ripped from inside you. Your free hand gripped at the toilet, your legs wrapping around his back. The heels were digging into his back, but Stiles said nothing about it. He focused on the thrusting of his fingers, his nails scraping at every sensitive inch of your pussy, and his tongue pressing to your clit to flick at the swollen nub. Your mind was blanking quickly the more he thrust into you,,

“Holy shit, Stiles,” you moaned at him, the man not bothering to look at you this time. Your back arched off the back of the toilet, scraping at his scalp with your nails. His tongue continued to flick at your clit, drawing random shapes and letters that happened to spell his name along the way. His fingers spread your core wide whenever he pulled them from inside you, scissoring your entrance when he thrust back in deep to your sweet spot.

You knew you weren’t going to last much longer, the lack of orgasm in years building inside you. Stiles could feel it too, your walls hugging at his fingers the longer he thrust. He ceased licking your clit, his hot breath fanning over it as he spoke. “Cum for me, baby. If it feels good, let go. You deserve it.”

His words made you snap, his fingers coated in waves of juices seconds later, your walls holding him close. Your fingers in his hair tightened, pulling him closer unconsciously. Your body shook as the pleasure of your orgasm washed over you, a loud moan of his name slipping from your lips multiple times. His fingers slowed to ease you through the bliss you were feeling, smiling up at your the entire time.

As he pulled his fingers from your core and licked them clean, you were smiling. He carefully pulled you up from the seat, holding you up on shaky legs. “How was that?” He asked.

“”Probably one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. And definitely the best oral I’ve had,” you admitted to him. Stiles smiled, placing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“I’m glad you think so. I was afraid I was out of practice,” he joked, finally releasing you when you were steady on your feet. “Let me get washed up and we should head back to the bar. Your friends might start to wonder why we disappeared.”

“Right,” you hummed at him, grabbing your panties from the floor. You heard the water running in the sink, Stiles washing his hands clean of your arousal. You watched him from the corner of your eye as you slid the moist lace onto your body, smoothing out the dress. Stiles eyes were shining in the overhead lights as you watched him, you mouth watering as you eyed his firm body.

Man does he look good. You told yourself. You watched his muscled bulge under his shirt, the black fabric hugging his biceps perfectly. The short sleeves he wore for once allowed you to see the veins that protruded from his arms, running down his forearm to his hands, equally as veiny. His dark jeans hugged his body as well, showing the tent that had formed from his own arousal. Every movement he made caused his shirt to ride up, giving you perfect view of the defined abs he had developed in his FBI training, something he had done before moving home and settling into the town police to be with his family. The six pack was covered by a trail of dark hair that ran straight into his pants, your mind only picturing what it led to. The band of his black boxer briefs poked from the top of his jeans, the familiar ‘Calvin Klein’ logo on the elastic.

You moved closer to him without realizing, Stiles placing a hand to his chest in shock when he turned to face you. “You scared the shit out of me,” he groaned. “What’s up, babe?”

“I want to return the favor,” you told him, fumbling with his belt once more, succeeded this time in unhooking the metal latch.

“Oh, Y/N. You don’t have to do that,” he tried to tell you, the crack in his voice deceiving him. He tried to back away, but his back hit the porcelain sink instead. You stepped in time with him, popping the button on his jeans and lowering the zipper. “Really, babe, you don’t have to.”

“I know I don’t have to,” you whispered, carefully dropping to your knees this time. You tugged his pants down, his boxer briefs stuck to the denim. His erection sprung free from its confines, almost smacking you in the face with how big and hard it was. Your jaw went slack at the sheer size of him, the length twitching in the open air. The tip was swollen and red, dribbles of precum seeping from the slit. Dark, curly hairs surrounded the base. “Holy… How is this possible?”

“How is what possible?” He asked.

“You’re so… huge. I’ve never seen something so big,” you rasped. Thinking aloud, you even told him, “I think you’re more than twice the size of Joe.”

“So you’ve never had good sex?” he quipped. “Never had a guy properly please you?”

“I’m starting to doubt my entire marriage,” you joked. You wrapped your hand around his shaft, stroking it slowly a few times. Stiles let out a throaty groan, gripping at the sink to keep himself upright. More precum seeped from the tip as your stroked him casually, your mouth watering at the sight. “Seriously doubting everything.”

“I think you’re going to make me doubt mine too,” Stiles grumbled. Your tongue ran over his tip, savoring the taste of him. The man above you let out a throaty moan, eyes growing hazy. “Abi was amazing but fuck. This is fantastic.”

You hummed quietly, wrapping your lips around him completely. Stiles let out a louder groan, moving his hand to thread his fingers through your hair. He watched you stroke his shaft, relishing in the feeling of your tongue swirling around head of his cock. Your hollowed cheeks made the feeling tight, your sucking powerful around him. His precum dripped onto your tongue, the taste giving you a subtle umami flavor.

With a single tug of your hair, you mouth bobbed along his length in unison with your hand, strong every inch of him in perfect rhythm. Your tongue swirled around his shaft, running along the pulsing vein on the underside of his shaft. Whenever you touched the vein, Stiles would moan loudly, his shaft twitching against your cheeks. Your hold around him tightened, drawing out every drop of precum you could.

“Fuck, this is the best blow job I’ve ever had,” Stiles gasped, following his words with a breathy moan of your name. He felt your lips curl up around know, knowing you were smiling at his confession. “Keep going baby.”

Your hand released his shaft, both arms wrapping around his form to grab ahold of his plump ass. Your nails dug into his skin, your head bobbing faster than before. The tip of his cock pressed into the back of your throat, an occasional gag released from you. Your nose buried into the dark hairs around the base, lovingly sucking at the entirety of his cock. His jaw tightened, lips puckering in his chase for his release.

“Keep going, baby. I’m so close,” he panted, the knot inside of him tightening, threatening to unravel any second. Your bobs sped up, sucking strengthening, tongue running over every inch of his shaft. His chest heaved for air. You knew he was closing in on his orgasm and you were ready to swallow every drop the man had inside him.

Until his phone started ringing.

Your bobs slowed to a stop, pulling away from his cock with a single string of saliva hanging from the tip. Stiles let out a frustrated groan, running his hands against his face and through his hair. “Seriously? A guy can’t get a blow job from a beautiful girl without being interrupted?”

You dug into his pocket on the floor, pulling out his phone. “It’s Melissa?” you stated questionably.

“What?’ he spoke up quickly. He grabbed the phone from your hand, swiping the green button and pressing the device to his ear. “Hey Melissa. Is everything ok?” It went silent as he listened to whoever was on the other line, his teeth gnawing on his lip. “Really? The one night I try to get away and he doesn’t want to sleep?” Silence again. “It’s fine. It’s not your fault. I will be there as soon as I can. Try another bottle and give him his Yoda and he might stop crying.” One last gap of silence. “I know. I love you too. Thanks, Melissa.”

He hung up the phone, groaning as he helped you up. “Stepmom?” you asked.

“Yeah. Apparently Ben is being fussy tonight since I’m not there. He’s never had issues going to sleep for Melissa before but he’s having one of those nights,” he said, fixing his pants. His frown was evident, his eyes sorrowful. “I’m sorry to cut this short.”

“It’s fine, Stiles,” you told him. “I know how it is when your baby calls. Benny needs you right now. Go to him.”

“Are you sure?” Stiles asked. You giggled at his concern, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

“Of course,” you confirmed. You helped fix his hair and his clothes, pressing yourself into his chest lightly. “Maybe, we can pick this up sometime.”

“I’d like that,” he said, cracking a smile. “A lot, actually. This was the best night I’ve had in awhile.” He cupped your face in his large hand, placing a lingering kiss to your lips. “Thank you for a great night, babe. I’ll text you.”

“Yeah,” you hummed, watching him slip out the door. You glanced in the mirror, fixing yourself before following after him, the man already gone from the bar. The smile on your face was evident regardless.

You made your way to Lau and Camile, the two girls sipping on some water. Camile eyes lit up, wrapping her arms around you once you sat down. “We want all of the details. And don’t even try to tell us nothing happened.”

“We saw the kiss,” Lau hummed. “We say the hand on your thigh that went to your ass. And we saw you guys sneak off.”

“Then ironically he leaves two minutes ago right before you came from that same direction.”

“You both screamed sex.”

“Spill,” both girls said in unison.

“We didn’t have sex,” you told them. The girls’ faces fell. “But I can’t say he’s bad at oral considering I just had the best orgasm in my life.” The two girls blinked before squealing, wrapping their arms around you in a tight hug.

This man is truly amazing. Where has he been all my life?

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marlenenewton14 · 6 years

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The Fox and the Human Part 2

Warning(s): None

Requested: Yes

Paring(s): Stiles Stilinski x Fox!Reader

Masterlist Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

While the four walked through the woods to Deaton’s Clinic, Y/N stayed as a fox. She didn’t trust Liam, mostly because he underestimated her and growled at her. Scott was okay, but there was something about Stiles.

Faint noises of wild animals was heard by the three creatures, and with those noises came the twitching of Y/n’s ears. Stiles watched her with great interest, wondering how a person could go from hating someone to being so fascinated with them so quickly.

“Deaton’s a good guy. He’s taught us all we know about this world. He might know exactly what you are,” Scott explains, looking down at the orange animal.

“And how you were able to speak without being human,” Stiles interjects, and both wolf boys look at him with curious expressions.

“She spoke?” Liam asks, sounding doubtful. Y/N growls at him, and she stops walking to have them face her.

Yeah, asshole, I can speak. I told your Alpha that I am a different creature entirely, and that is just one thing out of the millions that’s different about me and you. She growls, and all three seem stunned.

She sidesteps them, heading off in the direction of a medicine smell.

“So, you’re a were fox?” Deaton asks as soon as the group walks in. The small animal nods, lips pulling back in a form of a smile.

“What do you know about her kind?” Scott asks, to which the Doctor smiles kindly at the Alpha.

“A few things. Her kind is a rare breed, but she is even more rare than her breed. Since you said she can speak in this form, and seem to have orange eyes, that means her mother or father was like her.” Deaton says, and the fox nods.

“Okay, what else?” Liam asks, sounding impatient. Y/N rolls her eyes, snorting though it sounds strange since she’s in her fox form.

“Why don’t you let her tell you. Little one, there is a room to your left that you can change into clothes. I already have some set out for you.” Deaton says to the girl, who nods and walks silently to the other room, taking her time.

“Now, you boys must be gentle with her. I’ve heard about her, the fox with the orange eyes. She’s been through so much, more than you three have been in the few years you’ve been a part of the world here,” Deaton says.

“My mother was a fox, before she was in an accident. My father I believe was human. He left after he said to my face he didn’t love my mother.” Y/N begins, walking in with a large star wars shirt, and some sweats that are three sizes too big. She had tied the strings tight enough to cut off circulation.

All boys turn to look at her, while she tries to not get lost in the scent of the boy Scott calls his best friend. Liam tilts his head at her, and as she sits on the table for animals to be checked out, she crosses her legs as her stomach flops with nerves.

“My kind is different from were foxes in general. I like to say I’m my own breed, my own category in the supernatural world. Since foxes don’t run in packs, the orange eye color is a show of strength. The red you wolves have for Alphas is the lowest, and can you guess the highest?” She asks, sounding really timid.

“Orange.” All three young boys say simultaneously.

She nods, looking down at her hands as she rubs her palms with her thumbs, a nervous habit she picked up years ago. “Were foxes don’t really call supernatural animals by were-whatever they are. Just what their breed is. Wolf, fox, kitsune, jaguar, and so on. It’s um… just a thing we do. And, uh… my little speaking while in fox form is just something that’s been inherited through generations. Telepathy of sorts, but we call it speaking. Stupid, I know.” She pauses, her voice shaking as her nerves grow even more with Liam’s irritation.

“How many of you are there?” Scott asks, trying to calm her down.

“Uh, I’m not sure. Like I said, we’re rare as it is. And with hunters, it’s even worse.” She mumbles.

“Well, I think you should get some rest, pup.” Deaton says, smiling slightly.

“Why’d you call her pup?” Liam asks.

“Young foxes are normally called pups in families. Sometimes it’s kits, like actual foxes.” Y/N pipes up, still playing with her fingers.

“Why aren’t you looking at us?” Liam asks, making the girl flinch.

“Uh.. another reason I’m so different is because I can’t see very well.” She says quietly.

“Ever?” The young boy asks.

“Only in human form. I have to wear glasses. When I’m a fox, my senses are heightened like you would normally think.” She takes a deep breath. “I uh… don’t heal quickly either. Like a regular human. Only when I shift am I completely healed. And, I can smell and hear way better than even you could as a human.”

“That’s different,” Scott admits.

She nods. “It’s sorta like a genetic thing. My mom was the same way, before her accident.”

“Deaton’s right, you should get some sleep,” Stiles says, seeing just how tired and in pain she is by her expression.

“Stiles, are you alright?” Scott asks, and Deaton looks up at the boy. His eyes narrow, while Scott looks concerned at the boy. He’s pale, more than usual, at least, and his heart is racing more than usual.

“Scott, I’m fine.” Stiles says, shifting nervously on his feet. He doesn’t know what’s wrong with him, and he doesn’t know if he ever will when it comes to the girl.

“Put your hand on Y/N’s arm,” Deaton says, and both Y/N and Stiles look at him.

Stiles listens, and both relax almost instantly. Y/N’s eyes close, and Stiles seems to gain his usual color back.

“Now move it away,” Deaton says.

“What’re you doing?” Scott asks, but Deaton waves him off. Stiles complies, and both tense up again. Y/N even makes a small noise, sounding almost like a whimper.

“Well I’ll be damned. Mates are such a rare thing that only two have happened in the past century.” Deaton says, causing the four kids to be confused.

“Mates?” Stiles and Y/N ask, and Deaton nods.

“It’s not very often, and that’s why even you haven’t heard about it.” Deaton pauses, smiling at the two. “Mates can calm down each other by touch, whether it be skin to skin or clothing blocking the contact. There’s a separate connection that would’ve been only between you two, but she’s a fox with telepathy, so that’s useless. You’re made for each other.”

A/N: I’ll work on a part three. I didn’t want this to be a million words long, and by the way I was going, it would be. Maybe I’ll make this a small series. How’s that sound?

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sweet-xoxo-thatcares · 3 years

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I quit online dating...ok dating in general

Definitely taking a long hard look in the mirror, my new job starts soon so I can start seeing a therapist and finally figure out wtf is going on with me mentally but also

I NEED BETTER HELP WITH FIXING MY ATTRACTION OFF OF TOXIC MFS WHO CAN LIE WAY TOO GOOD AND ME ACTUALLY BELIEVING IT BECAUSE THEY LOOK GOOD AND I LIKE THEM LIKE AFTER BEING VULNERABLE

WTFFFF

I met Jay at work, so now I'm worried about blocking myself off too much if I happen to meet someone new and they sound like a nice person, good fit, but then the relationship and family trauma history comes up....wtf do i do? Run?

Like everything that I went through wasn't all my fault, but still I think it would be unfair for me to neglect someone as a potential date if they have everything that I'm looking for, looks good, but they have this, this, and that mental health disorders from trauma or they're just surviving....

But Idk, I think it would be best to get some guidance off the horny, desperate, need somebody to talk to because I can't come out to my parents about what happened to me with Jay and Ayunna because they're not cool about their kids being gay...

Its like "hey, dad I was sexually, mentally, and emotionally abused by someone..."

"Wow...why would you stay in something like that? By the way was it a girl or a boy?"

I think my dad knows. But I did not like the way he responded and said that it was my fault for having sex with them...Like wow, how was I supposed to know they would have took advantage of me and did stuff to me that I wouldn't even like...without consent?

Wtf Dad.

And this is why I never talked to my mom about it either...they think alike to victim blame and doing the oh, well you should have known better way of talking down to their kids about being fucked up by their best friend...

Yea great role models.

I told him and he didn't even hug me. Cause he thought I was going to far when I said I wanted to fight her and get revenge.

He just said you should find a way to release that aggression and looked at me crazy as if nothing bad had happened to me and everything I was feeling still after, was all in my head, blown out of proportion.

Why didn't I tell him I was disappointed in the way he handled that?

It just made me close up on him and mom even more after he said that. Its like why should I have to debate out why it was so wrong of my friend to hurt me to somebody who would rather talk about something else, being all nonchalant and passive as usual.

I don't wanna talk about it until after I move out, cause I feel like he would explode on me if I was to say Dad, I don't like what you said and it hurt me to know that my own father didn't have my back when I was looking for support.

Cause I've been in pain all year, thinking, and being reminded of Jay and Ayunna's actions towards me. I hate them officially to this day. And I'll never love or trust the same since them.

They'll never know what its like to be me, not Jay, not Ayunna, not my mom or dad...so why even bother discussing, then later on debating about why I even stayed in an abusive relationship like that where I people pleased and didn't say stop. I just took the pain, like the good girl-sex-slave/doormat Jay wanted me to be.

He'll never understand it, and thats why I don't like the idea of telling my parents everything that happened, because I don't wanna lose my parents.

Cause I feel like even if I was to open up to my crazy bipolar mom and my passive ass dad, none of them would overreact about wanting to kick Jay and Ayunna's ass like I do right to this very day.

They would have got hard on me, tell me their disappointed in me, and told me everything that I did wrong in the matter instead of actually asking me "are you okay" which Dad never did after I told him the snippet.

Never would have asked me "how are you feeling" "do you need a hug" cause yea, its all my fault huh? For staying with a dumbass abusive friend who was already engaged to someone who treats them like a child too?

Yea they would have judged the fuck outta me...so I don't say anything. And every time I feel a ptsd episode spiraling or mom triggers me, I stay locked up in my room and scream and cry silently until I hear my voice crack. Shrilling the sound like, broken metal guitar strings cause I've been suffering in silence all year long. Hiding my depression from my sisters and my parents, because mom and dad want us to be happy about being alive and living in this house that I stopped giving a fuck about, because well grandma's dead and you can't make people happy about it when it was literally in July and her dead body was carried down our living room steps.

This bitch is crazy, you act like everything is supposed to just go back to normal? After everything that I've seen and been through this year? You think I'm supposed to be happy after finding out your a crazy, selfish, asshole who wanted me to fall down the steps just for pissing you off, my grandma was miserable and depressed all the way up in that house and delusional about healthcare that she didn't visit a doctor for years until it was too late, my dad hides everything he feels from us and mom unless it comes out in an aggravated assault on my little sister when she pissed him off, and now mom is basically forcing us to get back on cleanup schedule and act like everything is normal.

WHEN ITS FUCKING NOT

I bet deep down this is why Grandma moved to live in a cabin in the woods, for idk how long. She even painted the house she bought later on, the exact same colors. Burgundy and Sea Mint Green. Cause she loved how peaceful it was and there was nobody there but just her. Her family, her abusive ex, her abusive baby daddy, her children, and her friends all drove her nuts trying to be there and take care of them....when nobody was there to take care of her.

Except when I was there, it felt like we had the whole house, the whole world to ourselves, and we could be just as still and silent as the wind passing us as we sat on the couch, watched movies, ate popcorn, and enjoyed a hard lemonade with her. She missed being by herself after I moved in and so did I.

No wonder we kept butting heads. We don't like being disappointed by our family and friends, and we sure as hell don't like people making us work for them, and not caring about our emotional, mental, and physical stability.

I would prefer to go to the library for hours and just watch movies on the internet, than to live with my family while I'm still digesting the pain and drama I went through.

And realizing just how toxic, abusive, and crazy your family really is...really made me hate reality. Once the research on why I felt like I was suffering so bad with jay and ayunna started to add up, it all made sense why I didn't see some of the things that actually hurt me, as not as bad. Because I'd been through it already with my mom and my dad. Where I'm forced to take every negative comment or action they said and did, and just deal with it without retaliating against them or I was punished or told I was too sensitive to be told the truth. Gaslighting me.

Like I'm not allowed to feel pain if my mom tells me that my stomach is poking out too much in that dress and that I need to go change or wear some spanx. Then if I didn't want to change there was pinches on my skin from when she would force my shirts into my pants and make me feel stupid for not knowing how to tuck in my pants.

I'm supposed to always appreciate everything my parents did for me, even when the person standing in front of my face wants to be right all the time and I'm supposed to not get upset, not get angry, not cry, not whine or complain when my parent, my guardian does something unfair to me, says something rude, disrespectful, and controlling to me that they know that if I did the same thing to them, then they would slap me across the face, flick me in the head, knock me back to being a kid, just because they said so and just because I still live here.

I hate this place. And I thought Athena would be my escape. I thought I found someone to build real love with after going through so much trauma and realizing the crazy I've been living in for all these years.. The facade is over.

And I don't know what to do except cry and scream for myself in my room, and now I can't even talk to them about me losing my faith and trust in God because everything bad that happened and keeps happening. And why in the hell did he decide giving my grandma cancer was the best way for her to go? She was in so much pain all these years and it was from cancer. Her head and her body was twitching from lack of oxygen. And she was unresponsive as I sat upstairs with her all night on the very same couch I'm sitting on right now.

Its September now. She passed on July 30th and dad called me from upstairs after I had stayed up there till like 11:30 cause we were writing down how much morphine to give her each hour. And the nurse had just told us that she might not have that long left to live. Like maybe saturday or monday, cause it was already friday the 30th.

But after the nurse left, Dad told me to go through her pictures and find his favorite photo of her. I didn't even cry like he did, I had already cried at 10am when I saw no matter what I did, she was still shaking and not responding to me talking to her like before. Still grunting. It was like me being on nurse mode, made my heart, my emotions feel numb. But after I left the room and called Hospice, I finally let it out.

Grandma passed at around 1:30 or 2pm. And two of my aunts and my cousins were over. My cousins playing a game of Uno in the dining room as if nothing traumatic was going on upstairs. None of them reacted at all until they all joined us in the living room as she being carried down the stairs by the funeral service guys. It was amazing to see how insensitive at 1st the kids were, then to see my mom cry about not being strong enough for my dad, when I was sorta pissed off and confused and still in shock about grandma. LIKE WTFFF MOMMM FUCKING CRYYY THAT'S THE REASON WHY YALL HAVE PROBLEMS IN YALL RELATIONSHIP AND OUR RELATIONSHIP NOW

STOP HIDING YOUR FUCKING SADNESS, ANGER, AND GRIEF FROM YOUR FAMILY BY BEING A CRAZY ASS PSYCHOPATH WHO EXPECTS PEOPLE TO ACT NORMAL AND BE HAPPY WHEN SOMETHING SHITTY LIKE THIS HAPPENS

GODDAMN IT MOM FUCKING CRY. YOU'RE HUMAN. IM HUMAN. WE'RE ALLOWED TO FUCKING CRY. WE'RE ALLOWED TO GRIEVE. WE'RE ALLOWED TO FEEL OUR PAIN AND SUFFERING.

AND IM ALLOWED TO BE DEPRESSED AND UNSATISFIED WITH MY LIFE AND MY RELIGION THAT DOESN'T LET ME DO WHAT I WANT AND BE HAPPY WITH WHOEVER I WANT TO BE WITH.

AND MOM IM GAY. I FELL IN LOVE WITH WITH A GIRL WHO LATER ON DECIDED TO BE A THEY, AND NOW A HE AND I'LL NEVER SEE HER AGAIN AS A THEY, CAUSE NOW HE'S GROWING A BEARD, A DICK, A NEW VOICE AGAIN, AND SHE'S GETTING MARRIED TO ANOTHER CONTROLLING PSYCHOPATH THAT REMINDS ME OF YOU AND I HAD SEX WITH HER TOO, BUT I WAS UNCOMFORTABLE CAUSE I DON'T KNOW IF ME AND HER WANNA KILL EACH OTHER OR IF SHE'S ACTUALLY A COUSIN OR NOT WHO REMINDS ME OF MY TRAUMA WHEN I WAS A KID. AND WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T ANYBODY SAY ANYTHING ABOUT INCEST POSSIBLY BEING A GENE OF TRAUMA IN THIS FAMILY.

I LITERALLY WATCHED MY COUSINS WHO WERE FAMILY, HAVE SEX AND THEY WERE KIDS JUST BECAUSE THEY WERE WATCHING PORN AND NOBODY BROUGHT IT BACK UP TO EVEN EXPLAIN WHY OR WHAT HAPPENED. AND ALL I SEE IS FLASHBACKS OF SHIT WHENEVER SOMETHING BAD HAPPENS TO ME IN MY LIFE. CAUSE I KNOW INCEST IS BAD.

AND THATS WHY I STILL AM GROSSED OUT BY THE IDEA OF AYUNNA AS A WHOLE BECAUSE SHE SMELLS WEIRD AND HAS GROSS MORNING BREATH, SHE SNORTS FOR 45 MIN TO AN HR EVERY MORNING SHE WAKES UP LIKE ITS NORMAL TO NOT BE ABLE TO BREATHE NORMALLY LIKE THAT IN YOUR SLEEP AND SHE'S ABNOXIOUS AND GROSS AND IMMATURE BUT JAY PRETENDS LIKE SHE'S MATURE AND IM NOT EVEN THOUGH IM SMARTER, IM BETTER, MORE EMOTIONALLY CAPABLE TO HANDLE THEM BEING DEPRESSED TO NOT JUDGE THEM FOR IT, CAUSE I KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO WANNA DIE TO ESCPAE MY PAIN AND MY REALITY CAUSE ITS NICE AND EASIER TO HAVE AFRIEND WHO WANTS TO GO BACK TO BEING TAKEN CARE OF LIKE A BABY AND HAVE FUN JUST LIKE YOU TOO.

I feel like i lost a lot this year...including my sanity...thanks a lot Athena for triggering me. Now going back to talking to grandma as if she was here like I did when i was on the flight for the very 1st time after 911 and I had a silent panic attack because I was holding it in for the kid and the obnoxious older black lady next to me on my flight.

I cried my tears out and everything felt tight up on my back, making me scared and numb and tingly like I was on a rollercoaster. and mom thought I was just overreacting.

I need someone who understands me and knows exactly how it feels to be me, and I thought that person was this crazy bitch on the internet, who's gay and trans and lost a bunch of her family due to trauma. Because she's autistic, and not the one where they cant talk and do things for themselves. She talks to me just like I would to myself when I wasn't feeling good.

And idk, if I might have some sort of autism or spectrum thing too. Or did my family brainwash me into thinking nothing was wrong with me, the way they treated me, and how I was behaving...just because they didn't wanna believe it either.

I wanna know what's wrong with me, my life, my family and how do I fix it so it doesn't keep happening. I wanna know how can I avoid becoming like my parents and ending up in a controlling, aggressive, petty relationship like my dad who became passive just so he could deal with it and hide his pain from her.

I dont know what a healthy relationship looks like with no confrontations that leads to fights, arguing that leads to yelling at each other's faces and getting distracted with emotions to where we throw things at each other or just walk out without saying anything...

Because I dont know how to be angry. Cause I was never allowed to. and the people who birth me, don't know how to control theirs either without hurting the person they care about, someway or some sort.

I still to this day don't know how to communicate when I get angry. Because I feel like I was adopted from all the daycare people who used to take me in at night time when mom would drop me off and I never knew when she was coming back cause she didn't tell me.

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