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dr3c0mix · 11 months

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All You Need

Yandere! Bodyguard x Gn Reader

CW: obsessive behavior, minor stalking

i changed his name, his old name was doo doo, it was but a trick of the light

IM CHANGING HIS NAME AGAI-

♠️ Never before would you have ever considered hiring a bodyguard, you could defend yourself on your own just fine, but with all your rival manufacturers trying to get you out of the competition with assassinations and attempted kidnappings, you had no choice.

♠️ Feelings were a very rare thing for Baron, and he was fine with it, after all, emotions weren't a very helpful thing to have when your job is to kill people. There was no room for soft, sappy things like that when you lived in his side of the city.

♠️ But his cold and empty demeanor was somehow broken through the moment he saw you.

♠️ The smile you had on your face pierced his heart like cupid's arrow, it was like love at first sight for him.

♠️ He was just getting some rest after a particularly stressful job at a nearby bar when he heard the sweetest laughter from across the room.

♠️ There you were, the most beautiful person he's ever laid eyes upon. You were sitting with some other people, talking and drinking together like all the other patrons, but you stood out to him like a precious gem amongst stone.

♠️ It seemed as if the world slowed down when your eyes briefly met his.

♠️ He would now frequent that bar, learning what you like to order, when you get there and who you'd be with.

♠️ He's never talked to you, or even interacted with you in any way, but the feelings he had for you couldn't be denied. You're just too adorable!!

♠️ Through his connections, he found out you were a big name in weapons design. Unique and beautifully deadly instruments of death were created by your hands. Is it weird he finds that hot?

♠️ He'd start off making anonymous orders for weapons to you, it was normal to get one that was unnamed, so you thought nothing of it.

♠️ When he got his order, an intricately designed dagger, he couldn't bring himself to use it on anyone. This is a gift from his kind and talented darling! He couldn't just stab it into someone's chest like any other knife!

♠️ Yes, he has a little shrine of you.

♠️ When he heard you were hiring for a bodyguard, he was ecstatic! Finally, he can be with you for real! He had to stop himself from giggling like a little girl in front of his colleagues.

♠️ He applied for the job and immediately was given instructions to your address, he read it over and over again until it was engraved into his mind.

♠️ "Tomorrow, 5pm. 93 Lebberside Ave. Door with the hummingbird symbol on it in the alley. Do not be late."

♠️ When he arrived at the location, his heart was pounding under his cold expression. He knocked on the door and heard a muffled crash from inside with a small "Shit!" before the sound of multiple clicks of locks followed.

♠️ You pulled the door open and looked up at the man with dark eyes.

♠️ "Are you the applicant?"

♠️ "Y-yes.." God he stuttered, he hoped you couldn't see his flushed face.

♠️ "Good, come in." You pulled him in and swiftly locked the door again.

♠️ He looks around and it looked like a normal home, albeit a little cluttered. Boxes of files and paper were almost everywhere with takeout boxes and noodle cups on every surface of the house. Looks like you've been piled with work for a long time, poor thing, you really need him to take care of you don't you?

♠️ He sits down on the couch across from the little bean bag you were sitting on while reading a file you grabbed from the coffee table, god you're adorable..

♠️ "So you're..?"

♠️ "Baron..Baron Valencia.."

♠️ "Baron..."

♠️ Oh god say his name again please plea-

♠️ "Hm..your file's pretty good..and you don't have any recent dealings with my competitors? Interesting, looks like you have a good eye for quality weaponry huh?" You smile at his file before looking at him with fox eyes. The things he'd let you do to him...

♠️ "I just took a liking to your model's, they're more convenient and useful than others.." He says with a straight face.

♠️ You chuckle and ask him a few more questions before eventually moving on to small talk, he relished in the time you two spent together laughing at past experiences and jokes, it was like he's known you forever, it took every muscle in his body just to stop himself from smiling too much.

♠️ Eventually, you got up and patted his lap, putting down the file. "Well, Mr. Valencia, you're hired!" You say with a smile, the same smile that melted his heart the first time he saw you.

♠️ "Really?! I-I mean- thank you..Boss.."

♠️ He regains his calm composure after letting his voice go a little too high for his liking, any embarrassment he would've had in that situation was replaced with a warm, tingly feeling as you placed a hand on his shoulder, giggling.

♠️ After that, he'd watch you like a hawk, always being by your side ready to protect you, even if you’re just at home. You never know when someone will try to hurt you!

♠️ He'd be looming over you, giving any poor soul trying to talk to you a death stare until you introduced them as friends of yours, he's a giant guard dog basically.

♠️ His stoic expression would persist even when you make small talk with him all the time so casually. It was like he wasn't even your bodyguard sometimes, just a friend you were hanging out with.

♠️ He wasn't all intimidating and cold, he was also very concerned for your health...all the time, and can you blame him? You've been living off of takeout and instant noodles for months!

♠️ "Boss, I think you should eat a proper dinner and not fastfood again, I'll cook for you."

♠️ "Your work can wait, Boss. I'm sure your client can wait another day, please, you look tired."

♠️ It's all part of being your bodyguard! He has to keep you safe and healthy! He'd be happy to move in so he can protect you 24/7 if you'd let him.

♠️ He'd offer to help you clean your living space a little too, since you're so busy and all with work, he might as well make life easier for you. You said yes to get him to stop pestering you about it and when you came back to the living room, all the clutter and empty food containers were gone..as well as a few of your clothes..I guess he put them away as well, how nice of him.

♠️ If you confront him about this, he'd deny it all flushed in between stutters.

♠️ "Well Baron, it sounds to me like you want to be my househusband more than a bodyguard with all your offers for looking after me and such."

♠️ "Wh- Me? N-no! I'd never! I-I mean unless you'd want that..Not that I'm saying I want to! But well uhm- I-if you uh..uhm..I'll leave you alone to work..."

♠️ On days off a.k.a. days you forced him to take a break from taking care of you to get a bit of breathing space for yourself, he'd stalk your social medias or flat out stalk you. A true bodyguard never stops protecting their boss! He just wants to watch over you!

♠️ On the rare occasions that you're too deep in work and not getting a blink of sleep, he'd use his strong arms to pull you into bed and force you to rest. It wasn't long before he heard you softly snoring in his arms, you were exhausted from long days of working and delivering orders and evading taxes and such, no wonder you went out like a light.

♠️ He looked down at you as he sighed lovingly, placing a kiss on your head, whispering a soft "Goodnight, cariño.." Before drifting off to sleep himself.

♠️ "..Goodnight Baron.."

♠️ "B-Boss! Y-you heard that?!"

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swanimagines · 2 months

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NEVER YOU | KAZ BREKKER

Summary: Kaz has hated you for no reason for a long time, but you were always ignoring him being mean. But one day, you actually do get hurt by his insult - and that eventually leads to something you didn't know would happen.

The Crow Club was unusually quiet that day. Only a few players were present, one at the bar counter downing his first pint and you knew only by the looks of him that he’d keep downing them until he’s kicked out. Another customer at the table was cheating, and you knew Jesper noticed it too.

You saw Kaz’s shadow coming down the stairs before you even heard the click of his cane. The shadow grew bigger, until Kaz was standing on your right and you smiled at him.

“Morning, boss,” you greeted him, only to be met with a glare before he turned away. You sighed, he had been like that for almost six months, it started a couple of months after you became a Crow - you hadn’t even done anything, at least nothing you could point out why Kaz hated you so much. Maybe he just hated kindness, being so ruthless himself.

You turned your attention back to your breakfast, munching away as you read the newspaper until all the customers were out, and you saw the Crows gathering together at the bar counter. You momentarily met eyes with Inej, and Kaz retorted something, making Inej look at him again. By the looks of it, you figured it’s a Crow thing, meaning you should be there too. So you stood up from the table, and saw them looking at a blueprint that was spread on the counter.

“Is that our next target?” you asked. “Hm, van Putten manor. I can already see–”

Kaz interrupted you before you could even finish your sentence. He didn’t even look at you when he spoke, his voice colder than it usually was. “You won’t be needed during this heist. You’d only be dead weight, slowing everyone down. You would ruin the whole thing.” He gave you a dismissive glance. “Get out of my sight.”

Usually his insults didn’t feel like much of anything, but this time his words really stung you somehow. Maybe it was a bad day for you, or maybe his continuous insults and degrading remarks had taken their toll on you. Or maybe you had hoped too hard that he and you would become friends eventually.

When he first met you, it had gone so well. He had wanted you to be part of Dregs, and soon he had made you a Crow. A few months after being a Crow, he had started to hate you, and you never knew what had you done. Every single thing, you existing, you making breakfast, you laughing, you appearing behind his door with intel - everything seemed to make him hate you even more. Others didn’t know anything about it either, everyone was just as puzzled as you were.

You weren’t exactly friends with the other five, never really attempting to get to know them. Instead, you had hit it off with Kaz so well, you had even thought you’d be the one to crack the cold steely walls Dirtyhands held up. You thought you’d grow close with him, even. But no, he was actively pushing you away, hating you for some reason.

You took a step back and without a word, left the Club and made your way to the Slat in pouring rain, biting back tears.

Kaz was surely happy about that.

—

You had a gnawing feeling. It told you that something was wrong - something with the heist. You had laid in bed, trying to read your book - but you just couldn’t shed the feeling no matter how much you tried.

So, after pacing around your room for a good fifteen minutes, you grabbed your coat, your knives and your gun before heading out, taking the fastest route you knew towards the van Putten manor.

You arrived at the garden, and immediately knew what was wrong. All six of your colleagues were detained, held in place, the chief guard looking them over.

“Dirtyhands himself,” the guard laughed, tilting his head. “I thought you and your little friends here would be an actually challenging bunch, but instead you basically offered yourselves to us.”

You frowned. Kaz almost never failed with his plans and if he did, he always had a way out. Was this part of his plan too? An unusually dangerous plan, not really fitting Kaz’s style.

You ducked under the fence when a flashlight almost hit you, quietly crawling forward so you could look at the scene from behind a bush.

“There’s quite a price for your heads,” the chief guard continued. “Merchants all around the city will be pleased to know their manors are safe, because the infamous Dirtyhands is finally dead.”

You heard a gun click, and that’s when you struck. You threw a knife on one guard, put a bullet into another’s head, kicked the third unconscious. Everything happened so fast, but it still felt like slow motion. A guard approached you from the right and you hit him right on the nose, blood spurted out as you heard a satisfying crack, feeling the nose shatter beneath your wrist. You turned around again, ready to take on another guard, when you suddenly collapsed on the ground and was unable to get up.

The pain wasn’t even there. Your leg just started feeling numb, and you fell on the ground, seeing how your trousers had started turning red. Your vision started to blur. You saw movement around you, heard muffled gunshots and shouts, and then you felt pressure around your calf, and groaned at the numb pain. Then, you were lifted off from the ground, and at that moment you went under.

—

Kaz had been pacing around for days, occasionally stopping by your door, being much more tense, not eating properly, sleeping even worse, his hair looking disheveled more. Inej had never seen Kaz like that. From her understanding, Kaz hated you, wanted you to be gone, out of sight, like you wouldn’t even exist. She had wondered why Kaz kept you within the Crows if he hated you so much, but Kaz had reasoned it with saving money, that letting you go would mean he’d have to give you payoff which would be more than your usual salary was. Which didn’t make sense because he’s losing more money by keeping you, but Inej hadn’t pushed it.

If she hadn't known better, she’d think Kaz cared about you. But she knew it would be unlikely, he was so cruel to you, basically bullying you - and sometimes it felt like he even enjoyed bullying you. Inej never saw even one hint of regret in his eyes when he had insulted you.

But, last time he had insulted you, you had actually gotten hurt. And Inej hadn’t looked at Kaz, she had looked after you disappearing from the door.

Would it be possible that the flicker of regret would have been in Kaz’s eyes then?

They were all worried, checking up on you occasionally, visiting you, sitting by your bed talking to you, apologising they had never even tried to get to know you better, but Kaz was by far the most worried, even if it didn’t seem like it. He never paid you a visit or asked how you are recovering from Nina, but they all saw how he acted during you being unconscious.

After a few days, Nina came downstairs, a soft smile on her face. “She’s awake.”

Kaz almost stood up the second Nina said that, Inej noted. It was silent for a moment before Kaz actually stood up, slowly starting to climb the stairs. Inej switched amused glances with Nina and Jesper, maybe there was something much more than hate to it after all.

—

You heard a knock on your door and sat up slightly, groaning as your leg protested. “Come in.” After your invite, the door slowly opened, revealing your visitor.

It was Kaz.

You frowned, definitely not expecting him. “Boss?”

He stared at you for a moment, before he made his way to the armchair two feet apart from your bed, and you heard his leather gloves creaking as he squeezed his cane. He had his eyes averted from you and was silent for a moment. Your lamp barely provided light, you couldn’t make up any expressions from his face, you pretty much only saw his silhouette.

“We need to talk,” he then mumbled, turning his head towards you but not looking at you.

His voice lacked the coldness it usually held, instead having something else you couldn’t place. You were quiet for a few seconds and then sat up a little more. “Okay, what do you want to talk about?”

He was quiet for a moment, before he took in a deep breath. “I’ve been… unnecessarily harsh to you. I never even gave you a chance to understand. I… apologise for that.”

You blinked. Kaz Brekker apologising? You stared at him silently for a good moment, before you found your voice again. “Could you explain why you hated me now? What did I do?”

“It was never about you,” he replied quickly, and swallowed, seemingly gathering his courage again. “It’s me. Your kindness, how you treated me like a human, how you always looked at me without a hint of fear from the start… it made me uneasy. It reminded me of… something I’ve tried to forget, something I’ve tried to think of as a weakness. So I pushed you away before you got too close and made sure you stayed at arm’s length by pretending I hate you.”

You were silent again for a moment, your brows furrowing. “So, just to clarify, you don’t actually hate me?”

Kaz sighed, finally meeting your eyes. “No, I don’t hate you. I never did.”

It was hard for him to admit, you could tell. He was there, vulnerable, raw even. Maybe for the last time you’d see him like that. He looked like he truly regretted how he treated you - not valuing you enough, thinking his affection for you was a weakness he should get rid of.

“I forgive you,” you then murmured, a soft smile gracing your lips. “It takes guts from you to come to me like this, stepping out from the castle you built around yourself. So, I forgive you.”

Kaz’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, and you let out a small giggle at it. Then, his lips twitched upwards. A smile. Barely there.

It made your heart skip a beat and you felt blood traveling up to your face.

You bit your lip, trying to compose yourself before Kaz noticed anything. “Um…I’m kind of hungry, could you maybe ask someone to bring me something? Nina said I shouldn’t walk with this leg unless I want a cane for life too.”

Kaz let out a puff of air through his nose, closest to laugh you had ever heard him go. Then, he stood up. “I’ll let them know.”

You shifted slightly, moving to rest your back against your headboard. “Kaz?”

He stopped and turned his head towards you. “Hm?”

You smiled. “Thank you.”

He stood still for a moment, and then made his way out, leaving you fiddling with a string of your nightgown, your face hot.

Maybe this would lead to something more.

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2012wannabe · 7 months

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Lace Dreams

cw/tw: rich!abby x reader, little seed of sugarmommy!abby, poverty insecurity woohoo, reader grew up poor, references to sex

wc: 986

an: financial stress has been hitting a bit too hard lately. I always write with a femme reader in mind because that’s what I know but there are no indicators of gender/looks. (unless wearing panties counts as an indicator of gender for you)

Abby came into your life suddenly and you wouldn’t have it any other way. It was almost as if the universe had heard your prayers and sent a guardian angel into your life. The second you saw her, you felt your knees get weak and every cliché stereotype come to life.

When you met her in person for the first time you had gone to breakfast at a diner near her college, pancakes for her sweet tooth. She was not only the most gorgeous woman you had ever laid your eyes on, glistening muscles and all, but you both clicked immediately. With her, the words flowed, and getting lost in conversation was easy. The way your stomach had butterflies around her was jarring, something you hadn’t felt since you were a kid with your first love. Texting and FaceTime calls almost immediately became a constant and you shared each other schedules to plan around your college classes.

For the first few months of your relationship, you hadn’t ever went to Abby’s apartment. You knew that she had one and she had a one bedroom, extremely impressive for a college student, but that was really it. Money was never really a topic of conversation either, so imagine your shock when you found out she was loaded. You had figured she was doing pretty well since she was always insisting on paying for dates and you were glad because honestly, you couldn’t really afford to keep going. But going back to her apartment after she took you to a Broadway show, your jaw dropped before you even got into the elevator.

Walking in, she greeted the doorman and instantly you felt kind of down on yourself. You had had her over at your dorm and now insecurity started to push at every angle in your brain. Still, you pushed it down and followed her up. She was being funded by her lawyer mom and brain surgeon dad until she was able to work as a doctor, she explained. The apartment was absolutely beautiful, and modernly decorated, with stainless steel appliances and a fully stocked fridge. It was perfectly clean, with not a speck of dust and certainly no vermin or bugs, unlike your childhood home. The nice soap alone could have brought tears to your eyes.

Why would she like me? I’m not on her level at all! Your brain taunted. Abby seemed oblivious to all this and put a smile back on as her she showed you around the apartment. She brought you to her bedroom and your jaw nearly dropped. Her bed was possibly the most comfortable looking bed you had ever seen, several thick plush blankets with two huge pillows. You wanted to cover up your insecurity with a joke about what you could you do in the bed but no joke came.

“Your apartment is so beautiful,”

“Thanks.” Abby said with a slight tinge of awkwardness in her tone.

“Is there something wrong? You got quiet.”

“No, no. Definitely not.”

“Are you sure?”

“It’s just so nice. I kind of wish I didn’t show you my dorm now.” You said, reflecting on your tiny room. Something was always broken and everything was put back together with the shittiest of quick fixes.

You studied her face as she responded, wondering if she had judged you in the past. It didn’t seem like it and it definitely didn’t seem like she was judging you now. She invited you to sit on the bed with her and laced her hand in yours. You had gotten so close to her in only a 6 months, it seemed like such a short amount of time now and you even agreed on moving in together after your lease at your dorm was up.

“I don’t know how I had never come over before. What, you hiding it from me?” You attempted to tease. Abby laughed,

“I’ve spent so much time studying for the MCAT, the library was more my home than here.”

“Right. How does it feel to be finally done?”

“Weird. I honestly feel kind of old because in 4 months I’ll be a senior in college and then I’ll be in medical school.” You flopped on your back and let out a sigh. She laid down next you and shamelessly admired you. Your cheeks flushed and Abby giggled.

“I hope you’re not ruminating.” She said.

“Maybe a little bit.”

“Can you talk about it? I can practically see the wheels turning in your brain.”

“It’s the same as I said before, everything here is just so nice. It’s nowhere near what it was like for me growing up. The fact that you have soap that hasn’t been watered down several times to make it last longer makes me want to cry. Having soap shouldn’t make me cry.” Abby’s features softened and lightly caressed your face with the pads of her fingers.

“I’m so sorry baby. I have a lot of privilege, there’s no denying that and if it hasn’t been obvious enough I want to share what I have with you. I love you and you deserve more than I could ever give you.” Your eyes teared up and she wiped away a tear as it fell. You rushed to get closer to her and let her strong arms hold you as you cuddled.

“I don’t have words to express how much I love you. Things are going to get better one day. I mean fuck, they already have.” You said. A moment of comfortable silence passed until you suddenly turned to her,

“You can bet your ass one of the first things I’ll be buying with my paycheck from my adult job is some lacy panties. Lavender ones too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You said.

“How about you make forget all about my shit and top me into this comfortable ass bed?” Abby let out a laugh.

“How could I ever say no?”

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obxismylife2 · 1 year

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Hi, can I request Rafe being super mean during you know what👀 Thank you!!!

I was lying on the couch eating popcorn. It was a rainy day and I had nothing to do, so I stayed home all day and watched TV.

I mean, I didn't lounge around all day, I went golfing with Topper and Kelce in the morning because Rafe was busy through business, so they offered to take me instead when they saw my sad face.

It was great with them, I never thought I would say this, but I really enjoyed the morning. I was a little insecure and shy at first, but a few games later I let go of my nervousness and had a normal conversation with them, like I would with pogues.

We talked about all sorts of things, like Topper telling me how he met Sarah, and Kelce telling me how he got so drunk at a party that he didn't even remember that he had thrown the party. In those few hours, I realized how much fun they were. I mean, when the pogues aren't around, otherwise they make fun of them, and I don't like that.

I do have fun with pogues, I'm from The Cut too, so I grew up with them, but for some strange reason one of the Kooks, specifically the King of the Kooks himself, Rafe mother fuckin Cameron, found a crush on me.

It was at a party that Sarah was throwing. She invited me to it, and then she ran off with Topper and left me alone at the bar. Then Rafe showed up out of nowhere and originally wanted to leave, but he was intrigued by my dress. The tight red dress with narrow straps that Sarah had lent me paid off. And how did that end? With sex in his bed.

For the next few weeks, we hung out, and Rafe told me I was the first girl he'd ever had feelings for. I felt the same way, so we made it official. But just to our friends and families. I didn't want to tell the pogues yet. And Sarah promised not to tell them, she said it's our thing and that she'd stay out of it. I appreciate it since she's dating John B, my older brother.

Yeah, you're right. My name is Y/N Routledge. John is the best brother I could ever wish for, but sometimes when I was just chatting with some guy he always somehow drove him away. It's a little bit annoying, I mean I don't remember a time when I had a really good talk with a guy. But I'm not blaming him. I'm his younger sister and he has to protect me.

I heard a click coming from the front door, which then opened with a small creak and a male figure entered the villa. In the hallway, she set down her bag, stumbled out the door behind her, and dispersed into the living room.

"Rafe!" I screamed and immediately jumped to my feet to hug him. "Hey princess" he wrapped his arms around my almost naked body, the only thing I was wearing was his over-sized T-shirt and red underwear, and gave me a kiss on my forehead. "How was your day?" I asked as we pulled away from each other and together sat down on the couch. He rollend around on the couch and I laid my head down on his chest, resting my palm right above his heart while he pulled me closer to his body with his strong arm.

"Everything was going great, until I was worried that I accidentally went to another building. Ward even complimented me" it was really nice to hear that his jackass father said something kind to Rafe. His favorite child has always been Sarah, which led to Rafe's drug addiciton, but he's clean now that I'm with him, and Wheezie's sneak outs every night as she doesn't want to hear him talking so lovely about her older sister.

"And how was yours?" he leaned down to kiss my cheek and I smiled at that. "It was awesome! I went golfing with Kelce and Topper and then I just watched some movies" I was saying that with a huge smile on my face. Rafe noticed that and lifted up a little.

"You what?" he sounded a little annoyed and mad at the same time , it sent shivers down my spine. "You were out with Topper and Kelce?Why-why would you do that?" Rafe knows how much I don't like them so it was obvious tome that he'll react like that. "They originally came to see YOU, but when I told them that you're out of town on a business trip they offered it to me so I won't be alone here all day. And I'm glad they did it 'cause now they both seem very nice" Rafe's eyes widened more and more with every word that left my mouth and his mouth slightly opened.

"So you're telling me that you had a nice day with my two best friends and didn't even bother to inform me? You know that Topper has some kind of a crush on you, right?" yeah....that complicates this situation a little but it's nothing I won't be able to fix with the right words and actions.

"Of course I know that, but you don't have to worry. I'm only yours, Rafe" I sat straddling him and pressed myself as close as I could to the belt of his pants. His hands ended on my hips giving them a little squeeze.

"I swear to you, I'm not attracted to him" I started kissing his lips not letting him say aynthing, but he took my face into his large boyish hands and pulled away. "I hope you didn't do anything with him" gosh I love those boss games. "What if I did?" I asked innocently tilting my head to the side to look like an innocent devil. Rafe smiles mischievously and tightened his grip on my hips.

"Then I'll have to punish you for cheating on me" his smile widened so his white teeth were looking right at me. He knows what this kind of smile does to me. I immediately felt wetness dripping down on his pants.

He laughed at that and slipped his hand between us to find my already throbing clit covered with my slickness and waiting for his touch.

"Bet Topper doesn't make you this wet" his deep voice in my ear made me more horny than before. I bit my lip as the tips of his fingers touched my wet entrance. I closed my eyes and threw my head back. He slowly entered me with two fingers and pushed them so deep that I could feel them in my lower abdomen.

"Oh, fuck, this doesn't seem like a punishment" I cursed, opening my mouth and eyes to see him smirking at the way my hips were moving towards his fingers.

I grabbed his face into my palms and brought him to my lips. He didn't hesitate on slipping his tongue through my lips, wanting to taste every inch of my mouth.

My hands moved to the back of his head were my fingers tangled between his hair. I tugged on them a little when Rafe's fingers started moving much faster than my body could take at that moment. "No, Rafe. Please stop" I grabbed his wrist and tried to pull his hand from me, but he was stronger, obviously, and didn't let me do it.

And that's when it dawned on me. This is the punishment. He wants me to beg him to stop. But I won't do that. I'm not that type of person who gives up that easily right before the end. I'll have to stick it out.

He doesn't respond and just kept going on bringing me to my high. My throat was literally burning from my moans and screams. It felt like swallowing iron nails. Like a snap of my fingers, I cum on his hand and pants with a huge loud scream, gripping onto his shirt. When my breathing calmed down I opened my eyes lazily and looked him into eyes.

"Don't you dare ever say you slept with Topper" he said sternly, taking his fingers out of me and bringing them to his mouth. He sucked on them, tasting the drops of my pleasure while giving me straight eye contact.

I watched him and wanted to get up from his lap but he brought me back down and smashed his lips onto mine. He didn't give me a chance to protest and threw me on the couch so my back landed on the soft material of the couch. He pulled my t-shirt, well his t-shirt, over my head, quickly bringing his lips back to mine as he threw my t-shirt and I quickly unbutton his shirt.

I caught my breath as he pulled away, leaving sloppy kisses on my jaw and neck as he uncliped my bra, sliding it down my arms as he immediately brought his hand to massage them, smashing his lips against mine again.

I moaned into the kiss as he rolled my nipple in his fingers, causing him to groan. I bit my bottom lip as he woughly yanks my thong off, leaving me completely naked while he still had his clothes on.

"Fucking slut" he said against my lips, making me smirk as I spread my legs for him. His eyes scanned my lips, not on my face btw, and licked his lips. He climbed between my legs unzipping his pants. He then grabbed both my wrists and tied them together above my head. "Keep them there" he said, leaving a kiss on my lips and getting off of me.

"Oh, god I'm so excited to watch you lose control while I fuck the shit out of you for even being with Topper while I'm not home" He said it so passionately and sparingly, I was a little afraid of what would come next, but at the same time I was excited, full of energy, sexual energy.

"Now I'm kind of sorry I turned Topper down when he tried to touch me," I wanted to tease Rafe a little, but not too much. He knows full well it's just our game.

"Yeah? You'll see that when I'm done with you, you'll still be glad to be able to say how glad you are that you turned him down" I watched as he pulled down his pants and underwear in one swift motion as well and climbed back onto the bed. While he took off his clothes, I watched his every move and pressed my knees together. Just the sight of his muscular body did wonders to me.

"Guess this isn't how it's going to work, pussy," he grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs apart in a violent motion. He leaned in just above my face and gently brushed his lips against mine. He cupped my face in one hand and gave my jaw a little squeeze.

"Don't you even think about making a sound," he said through clenched teeth, and before he let go of my face, he squeezed my jaw again before pulling away from me and lying down in front of me.

He threw my thighs over his shoulders and within seconds I felt him tongue-fuckin me while two of his fingers slowly entered me. I closed my eyes ejoying that feeling but at the same time I knew I won't be able to shut my mout as he's so skilled. I whimper as Rafe's tongue was bringing me again to my high. I was surprised my body gave in and I was about to cum again, but Rafe stopped his actions at the wrong moment and I let out a frustrated sigh.

He grabbed my hips and in one swift move I was laying on my belly. He brought his hands to my ass, massaging it before he smacked it, causing me to squeal a little, while I was fighting for my balance as my wrists were tied together. I felt him leaning above my lower back where he left wet kisses and then bit on my flesh.

"Rafe-" I begin to say before he smacked my ass again, squeezing it afterwards. He noticed my fighting with the belt and turned me back on my back.

"Shut your fuckin mouth, slut. I'll do to you anything I want to make you realize that no one, I repeat, no one will ever touch MY own whore. You're fuckin mine. you understand that?" I slightly nodded my head and he grabbed my jaw again and looked me straight in the eyes. He smacked my cheeks a few times before he set my sights on himself.

"Open your mouth" he ordered and I did as told and stuck my tongue out for him as I knew what he was going to do. He spat into my mouth and kissing me hungrily afterwards.

I moaned into his lips as he suddenly rubbed his dick against my clit and teasing my entrance, feeling how wer I am for him. Again. "So fuckin wet, and only for me" he groaned, immediately thrusting into me, not giving me a chance to adjust as I squealed from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Oh my- shit, Rafe" I yell, trying my best not to move with my hands as Rafe told me. But it was almost inpossible. Rafe noticed my struggling with my arms and pinned them to the couch above my head himself, giving me a free one way ticket to heaven of pleasure.

"You like that? You like when I'm fuckin the shit out of you?" he breathlessly moaned, panting afterwards as he gripped onto my hips tightly and continued to pound me.

"Yes, fuck!" I moaned loudly as a knot started to form in my stomach, shutting my eyes tightly as my mouth staid agape against his neck. He reached his hands to my wrists and untied them just to put my hand on my stomach na pressed his large hand on it.

"Do you feel that? Do you feel how deep I'm fuckin you?" I could only manage a small nod of my head, I was completely out of my senses.

Not only had I already cum once, but I'd almost climaxed a second time, and just when I was within reach, Rafe had thwarted me, and now here he was slamming into me as hard as he could to punish me for daring to go out with Topper when all three of us knew full well that he liked me.

Rafe smiled at what he was doing to me and to make matters worse, his hand pushed through the gap between our bodies and began rubbing my clit to make me reach my high faster.

"Oh god, Rafe, I'm gonna cum" I say, bitting my bottom lip and throwing my head back, if that was possible since my whole body was pinned to the couch by Rafe's weight.

"Me too, princess" he responded, looking down at his dick going in and out of me and rubbing my clit, I shut my eyes tightly, abou to release on his dick. "No, open your fuckin eyes. I want to see your face when i make you cum"

He said loudly, and I snapped my eyes open, keeping eye contact with him as high-pitched moans came out of me and I orgasm on his cock, my legs shaking. "Yeahhh, that's it, goo fuckin girl" he praised, watching me go limp as he still slowly thrusted into me. Without warning, he wrapped his arms around my waist and began pounding into me as fast as he could, wanting to release.

"Fuuuck, Rafe, stop! It's too much" I yelled as he overstimulated me. "You can take it, princess. I know you can take it like the good slut you are" he said, putting my legs over his shoulders, giving me a whole new angle. He pounded into me harder as he smacked my ass, causing me to whimper.

"Do you think of Topper right now? Do you imagine him fucking you instead of me, huh? Do you want to scream his name?" I don't know what's gotten into Rafe that he's suddenly mentioning his best friend during sex, but whatever.

"No, Rafe. You're the only one I've ever screamed for like that. You are the only one I want to fuck for the rest of my life" he chuckled at my comment and continued to pound roughly into me.

"Who do you fuckin belong to?" he groaned, tightening his arms around my thighs as he felt his high approaching. "Fuck- you, Rafe! Just you!" I responded, finally being able to untied myself as he released in me, moaning and whimpering as he rode out his high. Our sweaty bodies sticked together as he loosened his grip on my thighs and slowed down his pace, cockwarming as he leaned down to kiss my hair.

"You okay, princess?" he asked and gently brushed back a strand of my hair that had stuck to my face. It tookh me a moment to answer him as I tried to catch my breath.

"Yeah" we both laughed at my exhaustion and he slid his cock out of me and put my legs on the couch. He collapsed next to me and wrapped one arm around my waist pulling me closer.

"I love you, Rafe"

"I love you, princess"

#rafe smut #rafe imagine #rafe fanfiction #rafe outer banks #rafe x y/n #rafe cameron #rafe obx #obx smut #obx imagine

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Chapter 2

Chapter 2 in the Teachers assistant universe!

Content warning : Toxic relationship, Ab*sive relationship, yelling, self hate, bruise, slap, mentions of dickhead guys.

Notes: I thought of this idea of him comforting her and went with it. There’s a surprise at the end though!

You quickly walked back to your apartment, trying your best to calm down from the interaction you just had with Matty. You turned your key in the lock, and opened the door slowly. “Finally your home” a voice says, making you jump. You turn in the direction it came from and your heart sinks as you see your boyfriend sitting on the couch. “Hey Liam” you mumble as you set your bag down on kitchen table. “I waited 3 hours for you and all you have to say is hey?” he shouts, walking up towards you, anger evident in his eyes. “ I’m sorry, I was called in by the Professor i’m T.Aing for'' you respond, “Which one?” he inquires, “Professor Healy” you mumble back. Liam laughs “That guy? He seems like a total tool who is definitely going to try and fuck you” he says, “He’s actually really nice” you say, defending matty.

Your boyfriend’s face drops, “You’re just saying that because you want him to fuck you huh?” he says, “God yes It’ll be better than whatever you try to do” you think, “That’s rich coming from you” you say, “Excuse me? What did you just say bitch?” Liam says, as he gets in your face. “Don’t act like in the time we’ve been together you haven’t cheated on me!” you shout back. Suddenly you feel a harsh slap hit your cheek “Because Any girl is better than you” he spits, “Get the fuck out and never come back Now! Leave!” you yell as you push him to the door. '`You're going to regret this” he says, “Don’t think I will, so take your big ego and small dick to the sorority house down the block” you say, before slamming the door in his face.

You scream in annoyance at the interaction you just had with him. You knew it was just another one of your guys fights, something that has been common in the relationship ever since he cheated on you the first time. You knew you should break up with him, everyone told you too, but the thing with Liam was he was very manipulative and easily persuaded you into taking him back.

You laid down on your bed and stared up at the blank ceiling, just trying to process all the events of today. Tears of frustration streamed down your eyes, all you wanted to do was have the courage to break up with Liam, but you knew you didn’t have it just yet. Your thoughts then shifted from Liam to Matty. The way Matty made you feel, even without trying, made you feel alive again, something you hadn’t felt in a while. You wiped your tears before getting dressed and grabbing an ice pack for your cheek, you knew a bruise would form by the morning and you’d have to cover it up. You laid back down in the bed, thoughts of matty plagued your mind until you fell into a deep sleep.

The next day you woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing. You checked it and saw the typical apology messages from Liam, but what surprised you was the other notification you received, one from Matty. You decide to ignore Liams texts and click on the message matty sent you, it read

“Hey! Need some help with grading? Would you be free today?”

Yeah of course! I’ll be right over!

Perfect see you soon xx

You quickly got dressed as fast as you could and ran out the door, forgetting one very important step in your routine, covering up the bruise. On the walk over to his office you received many weird stares from students, but didn’t know why, so you decided to just brush it off. You knocked on his office door, “Come in” his voice says. You carefully open the door and step into his office, “Hey Matty” you say as you close the door behind you.

He looks up at you with a smile, but it quickly drops when he see your face, “Y/N what happened?” he says, as he stands up from his desk and comes up to you. You look at him confused, “What do you mean?” you say. Matty reaches his hand out to cup your bruised cheek, you wince a bit and your eyes go wide realizing what he and everyone else was seeing. “Who did this to you?” He asked, anger and sadness flashed in his eyes as he looked at the purple bruise. “N-no one, i accidentally hit myself with a door” you say, trying to make up any excuse you could, and in that moment you wanted nothing more than to curl up under a blanket and hide from the world.

“Don’t lie to me love i can see the outline of fingers” he says. You finally break as tears begin to pour down your cheeks. Matty pulls you into his arms, holding you while you sob. “Shh it’s ok it’s going to be ok i promise” he whispers before kissing the top of your head. “But it’s not” you sob, pulling away from him, “he always comes back and I always let him, because he says he can’t live without me, but if that was true he wouldn’t be sticking his dick in other girls” you cry, feeling stupid as the words that come out of your mouth.

Matty guides you over to the couch in his office and sits you down, “He?” he asks, “My-my boyfriend liam” you mumble out, as you look down at your hands, too embarrassed to face him after your confession. “Boyfriend?” he asks, still trying to process everything, you had never mentioned to him you had a boyfriend, that was because whenever you were with matty you completely forgot. “On and off for the past 2 years” you say, “he did this to you?” Matty says, his voice rising as anger coursed through his veins. You slowly nodded your head, “He got mad at me for being out late, and accused me of wanting to sleep with you, and when I called him out for cheating he slapped me” you say, still not looking at matty. Mattys heart breaks when she says this, he can’t help but feel guilty for calling her in so late last night.

“Has he done this before?” Matty asked, gently placing his hands on top of yours, to comfort you. You sheepishly nod your head, matty sighs “I’m so sorry” he whispers as he pulls you into his arms. You knew it was probably extremely inappropriate to be in this position with your Professor, but something about mattys embrace made you feel like you were safe and protected. “You need to tell the school and the police, and you need to break up with him love” matty whispers, gently nudging your chin up so you’re facing him. “I-I can’t they won't believe me” you mumble, matty sighs “I can go with you if you want” he offers. “You would do that for me?” you say, “Of course, no one should ever be treated like this darling” he says. “Will you come with me when I break up with him? I’m scared he’ll hurt me like last time and you’re the only person who makes me feel safe” you say, “Of course darling” he says, reassuring you.

After you calmed down a bit, you looked at matty and said “Thank you Matty, for caring and helping me out”. He smiles “No need to thank me Y/N” he says, you just smile and place your head back on his shoulder.

The next hour was a blur to you, you and matty had gone to the dean's office and police station to file a report, you didn’t think they would listen to you but they did and even said Liams name had come up in many reports, especially on campus, before. After that you both made your way to Liams apartment, in typical fashion he begged for forgiveness, but instead of giving in you broke up with him. His face dropped and his eyes filled with rage, but before he could lay his hands on you Matty stepped between you both and ushered you out of the apartment.

You both had made it back to your apartment, deciding it would be best for you to rest the rest of the day. “Thank you again Matty” you say as your stood infront of your door. “No need to thank me darling, I’d do anything for you” he says, not realizing the undertones of the last part of his sentence. Your cheeks go slightly pink “I appreciate it” you say back, he nods his head in acknowledgement and smiles. “I’ll let you relax, but call me if you need anything ok?” he says, you nod you head before he turns around to walk out.

“Matty” you call out, he turns around, confused slightly, without thinking you rush up to him, gently cupping his face with your hands and pulling his lips onto yours. The kiss catches him off guard at first, but he quickly kisses you back, his hands resting on your hips as your lips move in sync. You both pull away for air and look at eachother “I-i’m sorry I don’t know what came over me” you say, your cheeks flushing pink thinking you’ve embarrassed yourself. “It’s ok love” he says back, his demeanor is cool but on the inside his mind is still buzzing from the kiss. “I’ll see you on monday” you say and quickly turn on your heels and rush back into your apartment before he can say anything.

#matty healy #mattyhealyfanfic #the 1975 #matty healy x oc #matty healy smut #adam hann #ross macdonald #george daniel #matty healy fanfiction #bfiafl #matty healy x reader

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Okay so Gabe and Meel’s go to an outdoor movie together and it’s a romcom and the whole time they’re just stuck like glue. Like he’ll sit up the whole time while she rests her head in his lap just to make sure she’s comfortable. They’re also constantly just glaring at each other and have the biggest smiles on their faces. What’s even more perfect is that the stars are all out so they stay until the movie ends and everyone else leaves to just stargaze together and talk about anything and everything. Then he drives her home and walks her to the door and tells her how much he loves her and how much fun he had with her the whole day.

(I am literally going to start sobbing).

i will also sob.

for some reason this feels like the perfect moment for them to say 'i love you' for the first time

they have been dating for a couple months and honestly, they're having so much fun together as a couple. they've been out on various dates and fall for each other more and more after each one. they've spent almost every single day together since they started dating and it feels like their honeymoon phase will never end. they're absolutely obsessed with each other, but they haven't said the L word yet.

if we're being honest, gabes probably loved her since the first time he ever saw her. however, the first time it really clicked in his head, "damn i love this girl" was the first time he saw her in his hockey jersey. in that moment, he knew he was in love. extremely in love.

but he hasn't told amelia because he doesn't want to rush her or scare her away if she thinks it's too soon. he wants to go at her pace, so he's kept it to himself.

but tonight, it was hard for him. they had a very cute date at an outdoor movie. gabe saw they were playing '10 things i hate about you', which amelia has said is one of her favorite movies, so he knew he had to take her.

amelia clung to him the entire time. she sat between his legs, right on his lap, curled into his side, but mainly she laid with her head on his lap as he sat up.

the two would share glances the entire movie, the smiles never leaving their faces. gabe couldn't get enough of her. each time she looked at him and smiled, he wanted to tell her he loved her. he wanted to tell her so badly. even if she didn't say it back, he just wanted her to know.

after the movie ended, the pair were so comfortable that they didn't even want to get up. they sat and talked for a while before they realized they were the only ones left.

"i'm glad we stayed, look at the sky!" amelia said, looking up from gabes lap. gabe glanced up at the sky, seeing all the beautiful stars shining.

"lay with me." amelia said, lifting her head off gabes lap and lying down on the blanket they had been sitting on.

gabe laid next to her, outstretching his arm so amelia could lay her head on it. she nuzzled into his side, keeping her hands on her stomach as gabes other hand went to the back of his head.

they talked about anything and everything for what felt like an eternity. amelia mainly talked while gabe listened. not only did he love listening to her talk, but he was also worried if he opened his mouth to speak, 'i love you' would jump right out of his throat. so he kept quiet for the most part.

until he couldn't.

amelia lifted herself off his arm, flipped herself over and propped herself on her elbows, staring at her boyfriend.

"thank you for not giving up on me. i know i was a pain in the ass when we first met, and most guys would've ran for the hills because of that, but you were so patient with me, and you never gave up. no matter how many times i turned you away, you came back each time more determined than the last. no guy has ever done so much just to be with me, so thank you." amelia said.

gabe smiled at her, the words stinging in his throat.

so. bad.

he couldn't keep them in anymore.

"i love you so much." gabe blurted out.

amelia didn't say anything for a moment, and her facial expression barely changed.

crap. crap crap crap.

but then she broke out in a toothy grin. "i know."

gabes eyebrows shot up at her words. "you know?"

amelia nodded her head and said, "i've known, you didn't have to say it. if we're being honest, i've kind of always known. the way you were so persistent with me when we first met, never giving up no matter how hard of a time i gave you. the way you treat me, the way we've been going out for 2 months and you still get nervous around me, the way you're so attentive to me, the way you hold me like if you hang on any looser i'm gonna slip away, the way you insist on getting me anything and everything i want, despite me telling you not to. if you didn't know, your love languages are physical touch and gift giving, both of which you don't have a hard time at all giving in our relationship."

gabe was grinning like a little kid, a blush breaking out on his cheeks.

"and my love languages," amelia started as she climbed on gabes waist and straddled him, "are physical touch and words of affirmation." she finished as she cupped his face in her hands.

"i know i was a pain in the ass in the beginning, but now that you've got me, you've got me. i'm not going anywhere, i promise. i love you."

gabes heart was doing somersaults at amelias words.

holy crap. she said it back.

she said it back!

"you said it back!" gabe said, his mouth speaking his thoughts for him.

amelia laughed at his word vomit, and leaned down to kiss his lips. "of course i did, did you think i wouldn't?"

gabe sat up, holding onto amelias waist to keep her in place on his lap.

"i was hoping you would, but i wasn't sure if you thought it was too soon. that's why i hadn't said it before." gabe admitted.

amelia kept her hands on his cheeks and her eyes locked on his.

"it's not. you know when you know, and i know. i love you."

"i love you, meels."

after their confessions, the couple sat under the stars for a while longer before calling it a night.

gabes hand remained on amelias thigh the entire drive home, and just like he had been doing since their very first date, he walked her to the door when they got to her place.

"thank you for another amazing date, i had the best time." amelia said, grabbing gabes hands and swinging them.

"of course, my princess."

gabe and amelia shared a kiss before he tightly embraced her in his arms, resting his chin on top of her head.

"i love you, gabe." she mumbled into his chest.

gabe planted a kiss on her head. "i love you, so much."

#princess!gf x gabe perreault #g + m imagines !

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Chapter Thirteen (Part 2)

“Well, couldn’t have let you starve.” He holds the door open for me and I slip through it under his arm. It’s snowing again, and freezing flakes start landing instantly on my face. I shove my hands into my pockets as we walk together, but I can’t help but marvel at how bright the sky looks. Even though it’s well past midnight now the brilliant white carpet laid over the city reflects back into the sky making it look the same way that it does in the middle of summer on those impossibly long days when the sun never quite dips all the way below the horizon.

“It’s been nice to see you again.” Jude says. “You know, I’ve missed talking to you.”

I dig my chin into the collar of my coat to warm up my face with my breath. “Yeah.” I say. “You know, I really didn’t think it’d be so easy to talk to you after so long.”

“Let’s not leave it so long next time. I want to be your friend again.”

I blink, taken aback by the directness of his words. “You do?”

“Yeah, of course, I always felt like we kinda clicked.”

I laugh with incredulity. “Okay, well, you’re going to have to email back this time then.”

He looks at me and his eyes crinkle up. “Oh, sorry, but I definitely won’t. I’ve already proved to you that I’m horrible with communication. You’re going to have to wrangle me with a phone call.”

“Oh, well now you’re just making this sound like too much work… Who calls anyone anymore? You’re like some relic from the nineties.”

“Come on, me, I call people, in fact, it’s probably the only sure-fire way to access me at all. At least then you’ll know when I’m coming back to Dublin and maybe someday if you wanted to you could visit me in Berlin.”

“Hmm.”

“And you’ll love Berlin.” He swears. “You’ll love my friends and the things that we do, it’s not all about drinking all of the time, there’s so much else. And the restaurants, you can have any food you want, anything in the world…”

“You’re really trying to sell it to me here, I get it. Berlin’s the best…”

“Just, here…” He holds out his hand expectantly and I stare at it until he clarifies. “Your phone please, Evie.” I dig it out of my pocket and give it to him. He starts typing something, and when he hands it back to me I see he’s put two things into my notes app.

“The first one is my German number.” He explains. “And if you don’t have a roaming plan on your phone, that second thing is my skype name. You can call me for free.”

“Okay, well, you know where to find me…” I give him a side-eyed glance “…unless you’ve already deleted my details.”

“Never.” He says. “I still have your number.”

“Okay then, but I won’t be surprised if I never hear from you.”

“You will.”

I don’t believe him.

We reach the bar then and head back inside where my face is flushed with a sudden blast of warm air. The private area is nearly empty now with just a few stragglers left, including Shane, Claire and Jen waiting forlornly around the table. Claire perks up when she sees us. “Oh you’re back, finally.” She breathes. “We really wanted to leave.”

“Where’s Marnie and Dean?” I ask her.

“He and his friends got thrown out by the bouncers, and then Marnie and the brown haired girl went with them. It was about half an hour ago.”

“It was fun to watch.” Says Shane caustically. “He could hardly even walk.”

I give him a tight smile, trying to hide the deepest shame I have possibly ever felt. I keep picturing his face, Claire’s face, and even Jen’s face when they saw Dean. The shock and disgust in their expressions. It feels like shock and disgust at my decisions, at the choices I’ve made and the people I’ve chosen to spend my time with. I feel a second wave of shame when I think of the things Marnie said to Jude, and the way he just laughed her off like she was pathetic, like she doesn’t have any power I’ve been allowing her after all. As I look over the small group left in this bar, I realise that Marnie would never have waited for me to come back from the takeaway, she would have left me here on my own, but here are Claire and Shane and Jen who sat out their boredom just so they could make sure I wouldn’t be left alone at my own birthday party.

Then I take Claire’s arm. “Well, I suppose we better get going, so. Thanks so much for coming, this was really really nice.”

“Yeah, for sure.” Jen says to me. “I’d love to catch up with you again sometime.”

“I’d like that too.” I say.

“Summer.” She says. “When Jude comes back again in June I’ll have you over for a movie, we can all spend time having a proper catch up.”

“Yeah, absolutely.”

“Come on, let’s all walk out together.” And so we do, we all head out onto the snowy streets and when we’re ready to leave everybody starts hugging each other goodbye. When it’s my turn to hug Jude I try not to linger in his arms for too long, and I don’t know how to say goodbye to him again so I step back from him and raise one hand in an awkward wave. “Safe trip home.” I say.

“Don’t be a stranger.”

“You don’t.”

“I wouldn’t, not again.”

And then Shane, Claire and I walk away from him together without looking back.

And that’s that. After a year and a half, we’ve run into each other again, we’ve talked, we’ve caught up and filled in the blanks and now it’s over, he’s gone, and my life will go back to the way it used to be. I have no hope in my mind that I’ll hear from him, and I wonder if it’s for the best that I don’t. He won’t call. The movie night at Jen’s house won’t happen, and maybe we won’t run into each other for a year, two years, maybe more. Or maybe, I think to myself as I trudge through the snow, maybe we’ll never see each other ever again.

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Getting Revenge on Jiraiya Headcanons | Jiraiya x Reader |

author's note: i saw a video on facebook and it inspired me to write something silly lol also i have no idea how to actually classify these? they're more than headcanons but i just don't always want to write a full-fledged story with allllll the details, i like the bulleted list telling a story too but to call them headcanons feels inaccurate. does anyone have any suggestions?

pairing: jiraiya x fem!reader

warnings: the relationship depicted is a little toxic lol nothing too crazy though, jealousy and an on and off relationship, light angst, mention of pregnancy loss

You and Jiraiya have an on-again, off-again relationship

However often you always find your way back to each other, there is eventually an off phase again and that's when shit gets out of hand

The two of you are so obviously in love and hooked to the hip even without being official anymore

But... Jiraiya is gonna Jiraiya regardless, whether it's with you or someone else

And you hate it

It's not cheating in the slightest, but it still creates an ugly feeling in the pit of your stomach when you talk to him the morning after an outing

You know the specific glow on his face and his tone of voice when he's gotten laid

they never make him glow like you do

And sometimes, you can admittedly get a little toxic

But Jiraiya loves it when you get jealous, no matter what the consequence is when he purposely prods you to react to his latest hookup

And his toxic trait, along with intentionally setting you off, is that he gets mad at you when you give him a response like he wanted

he thinks it's hot when you're angry tho

The latest encounter will probably be his last though, which is saying a lot

You were out with some friends at a club, dressed to the nines and celebrating Tsunade's birthday

you don't know how old she is and you're afraid to ask

You're having a damn good time, until you happen to glance over and see Jiraiya with three women

One is rubbing his shoulders while he smirks with his stupid face, rubbing one's stupid inner thigh, and sucking a hickey on the other's stupid neck

Your face twists into a jealous fury, and Tsunade notices fast

She pulls you aside. "How are you ever gonna find the right one for you if you're busy with the Jiraiya song-and-dance?"

That makes you pause. You never really thought of actually dating anyone that isn't Jiraiya

You frown. "You're right. I can't keep doing this."

Tsunade smirks "Then make your last act of revenge count."

god she's hot when she starts scheming

Jiraiya never takes his hookups home, which gives you and the girls the perfect opportunity to hatch your plan

You all head to the nearest supermarket and giggle as you make your way to the craft section, heels clicking against the floor and heads of the various employees and customers turning

You quickly pull together your supplies and rush for the register, your friends having to hold Tsunade back from putting an old man with funky sunglasses in traction

The girls follow you out to take the train out of downtown and eventually get to Jiraiya's place. You use your key to get in and set it in the glass bowl he keeps by the door for the last time

You and the girls each don a container of colorful glitter and get to work, saving the bedroom for you alone as they sprinkle it in as many annoying places they can think of

You head upstairs and grit your teeth, unleashing all of your anger as you glitter his room. You throw it on the carpet, digging your heel in to make sure it's really in there. You put it on his clothes, his master bathroom, and finally his bed.

You're surprised when you feel tears falling down to your neck and chest

Nothing hurts you more than not being with Jiraiya, and to see him with another woman (or three) is excruciating. You've loved him for ten years now and it breaks your heart every single time you part with him

And he moves on so easily every fucking time. As if he doesn't care. As if you're easy to replace. You could never find a hookup within a week or two after a breakup

Your eyes settle on a framed photo hung up on the wall. It was of you and Jiraiya from many years ago, and from what you both thought was the best date of your lives. You were both so happy and it brings more tears to your eyes

You knock the picture off the wall, leaving it face down in a pile of glitter

You toss glitter in a few more places before you're all out, throwing the bottle to the side somewhere and heading back downstairs

Tsunade looks at you carefully and brushes her bangs out of her eyes, and quickly calls the rest of the girls to hurry up in case Jiraiya comes home early

You all leave and head back to another club to get what Tsunade referred to as "white girl wasted"

and god were you fucked up

When you're next conscious, it's because your phone is ringing right in your ear

You push your head up, the world around you spinning and the sunlight burning your soul. You check your phone to see it was one in the afternoon, and Jiraiya was the one making your phone ring

"Pfft... 'm not answerin' that one..." You snort, flopping your head back into your pillow. You're not even sure how you got home, but you're thankful for it nonetheless

Eventually you get up to eat and then shower, and when you go back out to your bedroom with your body only covered with a towel, you find Jiraiya sitting at the edge of your bed with his head ducked

You frown. "You should leave."

Jiraiya looks up with fury in his eyes. "I don't think so."

"I'm too hungover for this." You mutter and walk to your dresser.

"You glitter-bombed my house." Jiraiya says, clearly not letting you walk away from this.

"How do you know it's me?" You scoff.

"For starters, I have a Ring camera." He deadpans, "Tell me what you remember of last night."

You inhale deeply as you search your drawers for something to wear. "I went out for Tsunade's birthday."

"And that's it?"

"Obviously." You mutter, lying through your teeth as you pull out a crop top and a pair of underwear. "Look away, perv."

he doesn't

You drop the towel and pull the top over your breasts quickly and follow suit with the thong-style panties, turning and crossing your arms at him

"So what do you want?"

"You should be nicer to the man who got you home safely last night."

You blink, and Jiraiya stands tall with his impressive height and muscle. You forget just how big he is sometimes

"That's right." He crosses his arms. "Even after I came home and saw the mess you made, I still got you home."

"You saw it already? What, you shoot your load early with those bitches last night?"

Jiraiya smirks at your bitterness. "You know more than anyone I'm no one-pump-chump. And I didn't sleep with them, you green-eyed monster."

You narrow your eyes. "Liar."

"I swear on that baby of ours in heaven." Jiraiya says solemnly, looking you right in the eye.

You stare at each other for a long moment before you finally break the silence. "Why are you here?"

"It's time to settle this, don't you think?"

"I settled it last night."

Jiraiya pulls something from his pocket. It's your key you left behind. "You call this settling it? You left your glitter in my house! You'll be stuck on me forever, whether you like it or not. And something tells me, you little minx, that you like that thought."

"Of course I do. But I don't think you do. You move on so fast when we split. Do you even care?"

"I've never moved on from you once. I drink and fuck around to numb the pain of not having you. Every single time." His eyes are soft. "And when I saw you with your friends, I couldn't think of anything but you. So I went home early and found the mess you made, laughed at what I found and went out to take you home. Because you're crazy and I just can't get enough."

"Tell me you mean that." You swallow thickly. "Tell me this will be the last time."

"I'll die before I let you go again. And I really don't wanna know what you'd do to top the glitter revenge."

You laugh and move into his arms, embracing each other tightly and pressing your lips together

Naturally, he places a hand on your ass and gives it a squeeze

"I know what's good for that hangover. Let's just say that there's a little someone I know that's standing here in a thong that once said dick is the best way to cure a hangover."

"God, you're a pervert."

"The name's Jiraiya." He smirks

Dick was, in fact, the best way to cure your hangover

#jiraiya x reader #jiraiya x you #jiraiya #naruto #naruto shippuden #headcanons #fic #i know this is dumb and i should've just written it out entirely as a fic #but i like not having to necessarily finish out a complete thought and tie one thing to another

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rainingstorms1220 · 5 months

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Stormbringer: Relic

... Or, at least, the first chapter of it. Relic is a spin-off of my Stormbringer series, and I decided to write the first chapter of the story for one of my uni assignments! I haven't written in a long while, so doing this was really fun and helped me get back into the groove of things.

In terms of genre, Relic is a YA Fantasy story, featuring a 17-year-old protagonist named Dorian Auliffe. This is the story of his journey to uncover the histories of the world, and the role he plays in it all.

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The empire of Zephiir never died.

Not with the massacre of her people by the other five kingdoms. Not with the razing of her grand structures by those wicked bearers of magic. And most certainly not with the crimson rain that fell over her ruins in the smoky aftermath.

No, Zephiir never died, for God had looked upon her that night with favour in His eyes, and whisked her aching remnants to the safety of the earth. Its echoing darkness became her new heartbeat. Its abundant presence became her new shield. She would remain within the earth’s gentle embrace, God ordained, until she was ready to forge a new sword—and return the glorious gladiator she once was.

So did Zephiir heed the words of her God; her Father; her Gladiator Spirit, and laid down her vengeance. Under God’s silver gaze, time (Chronos) would guide her shards back together. Be patient. They would return to the light, He promised, when the time was right.

When the time came for fate to pay its price, the whole of Selephia would rue the day they wronged their gladiator empire.

How boring.

Dorian closed the book and slid it back onto the shelves. It wasn’t that the history of his home bothered him—he quite enjoyed it, in fact. Zephiir’s life before the war was one of glory and countless riches, and the trends continued even after the bloodshed. Not to the same extent, but enough for the empire to get back on her feet. And that was only made possible because his predecessors managed to save whatever texts and scraps of parchment they could get their hands on before being forced to flee.

Indeed, while Zephiir never died, it was not because of the power of their God. It was because of the preservation of their history. God was simply another part of it.

Yet, there were only so many stories that his home had built up over the years, and Dorian, in recent days, had come to find himself restless. How many times had he reread the books in his family’s library? How many tours had he taken around the museum they helped manage? While grandiose and fascinating, the human mind had a limit to how much it could tolerate repetitive things, and Dorian’s mind had long since hit that limit.

He needed something… different. Something not Zephiir.

‘Dorian!’ his mother called, her shrill voice muffled by the door. ‘Dorian, are you reading in the library again?’ Then came the sound of three sharp raps on the sole wooden barrier that protected him from her fury.

Dorian toppled off his chair and tried to shove the scrolls he’d unrolled all over the floor back to their original locations. The rows of bookshelves and sparse furniture around him did nothing but judge his struggles. ‘What is it?’ he managed out while flipping papers this way and that. Spirits, did one get stuck under the table? How did that happen?

An impatient rattle. Click. The door flung open, inviting a rush of warm light and an equally warm-faced Hagne into the room. ‘Dorian! Come out!’

Squinting against the sudden brightness, Dorian struggled to his feet. Wonderful, his retinas were suffering. Though apparently, not suffering enough, for the first thing he saw once his eyes readjusted themselves was the disapproving scowl on Hagne’s thick lips. An expression that seemed to etch itself onto her face whenever they were together, despite the friendliness of her features. At least, their neighbours thought of her as such. He often wondered if she saved her dissatisfaction specifically for him. Perhaps it was because they were family.

How pleasant.

‘Look at the mess you’ve made!’ Ah, there we go. Her legendary fussing. ‘We’re going to be late.’

‘Contrary to your beliefs, dearest mother, I was tidying up,’ Dorian grumbled, tugging lamely at the scroll in his hand that had rolled back out to a corner.

‘By keeping the texts under the table?’

Wherever his mother was pointing at (it was the table with that traitorous piece of paper pinned below it), Dorian pretended he couldn’t see anything. He instead fixed her with a deadened stare. ‘It doesn’t matter where I keep them. Anyway, what is it?’

As he expected, she ignored his look, and heaved a sigh as heavy as her braid. ‘Have you forgotten? There’s a tournament today. Everyone’s going to watch it.’

Right, the tournament. That biannual event every Zephiiran adored. While Dorian himself enjoyed those bouts, like with Zephiir’s history, he’d quickly grown rather bored of them. Why wouldn’t he, when the gladiators were always the same type? He could become a gladiator himself. He’d be much more capable. And he was sure his family would wholeheartedly approve, but brawling in a ring while being watched by people he knew wasn’t his calling.

‘I’m not going.’

‘Why not?’

‘See’—a pointed nudge towards the texts littered all over the floor—‘I’m rather busy at the moment, and I’d prefer not to have any more interruptions.’

‘The cheek!’

Dorian rolled his eyes and prepared himself for another scolding. Instead, something inexplicable softened in his mother’s gaze. Hagne’s fingers brushed her braid, brows furrowing, but not in irritation. If anything, she seemed… upset. Which was a strange expression to see on her usually bright and scowling face.

‘… What?’

‘I know you dislike the crowds, but you could still try to join us every once in a while,’ she said with a tilt of her head, and Dorian groaned. Not this spiel again.

‘I already told you—’

‘Especially today! I thought you’d want to come, since the tournament this time is special.’

‘The last time any tournament was “special” was when Her Highness Eucleia took part in it herself.’ An occasion impossible to forget, if he had anything to say about it. Their crown princess was only a little younger than him—freshly fifteen—but she’d stood upon that blistering stage two years ago with the confidence and charisma of a veteran gladiator, and swept the whole coliseum into vicious uproar.

Who knew watching a little girl wrestle with pompous hulks thrice her size—and win—could be so entertaining? He could still hear the crowd’s thrilled screams of bloodlust ringing in his ears. The underground chamber that was the shield of their kingdom had not helped dampen the noise whatsoever. It had instead trembled from the ferocity of the people’s cheers, and Dorian remembered marvelling at how Princess Eucleia seemed entirely unbothered by it, instead choosing to bask in the afterglow of her victories with her arms outstretched and her round, silver eyes curved into an innocent smile. Zephiir’s voice simply became the orchestra accompanying their princess’ glory.

‘So, you didn’t know at all?’ Hagne said, frowning at him.

‘Know what?’

‘One of the competitors today is from the surface.’

Silence. Dorian studied his mother’s face, and found nothing but utmost sincerity. Then again, his mother would never lie about something like this.

‘… You’re joking,’ he said anyway, because the word refused to settle in his head, wavering like a wish uttered a million times to no avail, and Hagne was still waiting for his answer.

Another sigh left those scowling lips. ‘It’s all everyone’s been talking about since last week, you book-brained boy.’

No one ever spoke about the surface. Perhaps it had something to do with the historical trauma and visceral agony that had become associated with the idea of “the light”, but Dorian had long observed the jittery avoidance his fellows had towards the topic of the people living above them. Either that, or outright hostility. Someone he knew had reacted as such—an idiot of a scholar who went by some name or other (Alex? Nico?). Dorian had been as pleasant as possible while talking to him, and at first, their conversation went merrily well… until the subject came up.

He'd never heard such a guttural screech in his life.

But now, because of a sudden arrival from said surface, the whole of Zephiir had been discussing the topic since the week before, and he was the last person to know about it. Which had to be the most ironic thing in the world. Wasn’t their God loving? Why was he the exception?

‘I’m going.’

‘Oh, now you want to go.’ If exasperation had a face, it would be his mother’s. ‘I shouldn’t have come get you.’

‘But you did anyway, so hurry up or we’ll be late,’ Dorian shot back, gathering as many papers as he could in his hands and shoving them… somewhere. He could deal with them after he returned.

It didn’t take long for Dorian to get himself ready. All he needed was to change into a new set of clothes—done so begrudgingly, due to Hagne scoffing at his dishevelled hair and crumpled tunic—and his satchel. He never left home without it, since it contained all his precious materials. Things he would, without a doubt, need, if only to record as many details as possible about the outsider.

How did they look like? Which of the surface kingdoms did they come from? What languages did they speak?

Most of what Dorian knew of the surface came from the history of the greatest and most tragic battle Zephiir had ever faced to date—the War of the Craven. It was this war that forced his ancestors to flee into “the darkness” with their God’s aid, and the last time his kingdom interacted with those who dwelled above. Although the war ended with their evident loss, Dorian always found it intriguing how the books described their enemies.

Cowards.

The word never failed to appear in any of the texts discussing the topic. Regardless of how objectively the scholars of old dissected the events, all of them came to the same conclusion: the five kingdoms of the surface were cowards. None of them exhibited even a smidgen of glory during battle. Only through underhanded tactics and spineless sorcery did they manage to best Zephiir’s glorious gladiators. This unanimous agreement was what gave the war—and, by extension, the surface—its name of the Craven. This fact spread through generations of Zephiirans and was what fostered fear and contempt towards “the light”.

And now, one of the Craven’s people was going to participate in their esteemed tournament.

How did a coward fight? Dorian found the idea amusing. It would certainly be decent entertainment to watch them struggle against whoever or whatever the coliseum’s managers decided to send out.

Though more than anything, he wanted to know. While he didn’t doubt the embittered analyses of his predecessors, there were some things that he wished to learn for himself. A value his father once stressed to him, when he was still young and foolish and didn’t know any better.

If curiosity was the child of history, experience was its mother. That was what made history so fascinating.

Dorian slung his satchel over his shoulder after making sure its contents were untouched (he could never be too careful), and quickly padded out of his home. He had many questions; had kept them burrowed in the back of his mind for years and years, ever since his father told him about the “beauty of the light”. He couldn’t miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

If only he could speak to the outsider directly. That would be far more insightful…

Oh.

A devious smile spread across Dorian’s face just as someone shouted for him. Hagne, presumably, since he left without her. Not that it mattered.

What did matter was the tournament. The outsider’s match wasn’t the only one happening today, though it would definitely be one of the highlights. He would watch it like everyone else. But afterwards, while the other matches were ongoing…

No one would notice if he went for a walk through the gladiators’ holding area, would they?

#rs:stormbringer #oc #original character #art #illustration #writing #creative writing #fantasy writing #dorian is kind of an ass #but he's silly i love him anyway

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i-choose-the-danger · 2 years

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Brothers After All

It's finally finished! I fell in love with The Secrets of Dumbledore the first time I saw it and I couldn't get enough of the dynamic between Newt and Theseus. With this film, we really saw them as brothers. Working together, bonding, so perfect. There are a few FB fics out there from this community, and mostly with Newt, but I rarely see Theseus involved in the fics at all and NEVER as the one teasing his sweet little brother. After the dvd of The Secrets of Dumbledore was released and I saw the deleted scenes, I about lost my whole mind. There is a beautiful scene that takes place with Newt and Theseus in Newt's apartment with the qilin. I was absolutely furious that it was deleted and I need MORE. This fic that I wrote is actually an extension of that very scene. Seeing it is what got the idea brewing in my brain. I just wanted to see Newt and Theseus show some more of that brotherly bond that we finally saw with this recent film. I adore them, I adore Eddie and Callum, and I just hope that you enjoy the fic.

Author's note: The fic starts with a whole write-out of the actual deleted scene itself, dialogue included. I didn't alter a single word of that. If you've not seen the deleted footage, then hopefully I've described it well enough for you to get an idea of it. I wanted to write out what I felt was happening beyond the dialogue. So everything from the beginning up to the line "We are brothers after all, Newt," is taken right from that scene. That belongs to the writers, the director, and the actors. Everything after that is all from my head. If you love it, then please heart it and share it and leave feedback. If you don't like it... then be respectful and keep scrolling. Fic starts below the cut. :)

Newt startled awake. His sensitive ears were well-trained to pick up on even the slightest of cries from his creatures and he knew that he'd heard one of them in distress. He felt completely disoriented and could barely open his eyes in the sunlight. The jolt of pain he felt in his right hand kickstarted a flood of memories to rush back to him - traveling to Kweilin, finding the qilin, the birth of the twins, Credence, the waterfall, the wyvern, that's how he ended up here. Newt had traveled back home with the qilin fawn he was able to save and brought her down into one of the basement habitats that he had prepared for her. He had only laid down for a moment in a hammock. I don't remember falling asleep. How long has it been? What time is it? Ow... Newt bolted upright and looked down at his throbbing hand. He'd poorly bandaged his injury before laying down and blood was starting to seep through the material.

Newt looked around the bamboo clusters of the habitat and realized he was alone. He was still disoriented due to lack of sleep, but his worry for the qilin was all he needed to help him focus. As he made his way closer to the steps leading up to his apartment, Newt heard the qilin again along with a noise that sounded familiar but was one he couldn't yet identify. By the time he'd climbed the stairs to the hallway, he heard someone speaking and started to panic that the qilin was in danger until he peeked around the corner to see his own brother sitting on the bed. Theseus was cradling the fawn in his arms and rocking her like a parent would to soothe an infant child.

"Alright, alright. Huh? Alright. Hmm?" Theseus clicked his tongue calmly and continued to rock the qilin in his arms. Feeling that he was being watched, he glanced up to see a very confused and disheveled Newt staring at him from the hallway. "I don't know what got into her. I thought I had gotten her good and settled and then... Hmm?" He looked over his little brother and took note of the bloody bandages around his injured hand. "That's a nasty scrape then. And by the looks of it, it needs changing." Newt didn't even respond, still trying to process the scene before him. Theseus cradled the qilin more firmly in his arms to keep his balance as he stood. "Alright, alright, alright, hmm?"

"So, in my case..." Newt finally stepped into the room, realizing that he wouldn't be able to argue against Theseus redressing his wound. "Next to the dittany, there's a blue bottle with some crushed yerba leaves." Newt practically collapsed his achy body into a chair and watched his brother lay the qilin down on a folded blanket at the foot of his bed. A flash of green caught his eye and he turned his head to see Pickett resting on the arm of the small rust-colored sofa beside his chair. "Pick, morning. You alright?" The bowtruckle cooed and chirped in response, holding up a matching bandaged hand and wrist, and looked over at the other man who was carrying Newt's suitcase to a nearby end table. Newt felt a twinge of anxiety as Theseus eyed him. Any second now, he expected a lecture on danger and responsibility and secrets.

"You know, I was trying to recall the last time that I was here." Theseus opened the suitcase and peered down into a seemingly endless length of shelves inside a wooden shed. It reminded him of the shed their father had when they were children. He bent over and ducked his head into the case to reach the bottle of herbs that Newt needed. It was right where Newt said it would be, and thankfully on a shelf near the top. "Let's take a look, shall we?" he asked after grabbing a roll of bandages with some tape and locking the case closed. With a flick of his wand, Theseus opened the curtains to the single window beside the bed, allowing the room to be flooded with enough light for him to see better. The qilin trilled happily as a few stray sunbeams bathed her in their warmth. Theseus knelt down beside Newt and carefully unwrapped the bandages that were haphazardly woven around his hand. He didn't know what had caused the wound, but it looked angry. He couldn't imagine how painful it must've been or how his brother wasn't even showing a reaction to the pain. "Well that's coming along brilliantly, huh?" he joked. Newt huffed nervously and looked away. Theseus unraveled the rest of the blood-soaked bandage and placed it on the end table in a small pile. "Do you want the leaves here?" he asked, shaking the bottle a little before pulling the stopper from it with his teeth. Newt only nodded, still looking away. Theseus took a firm grip of his brother's hand and peppered the contents of the bottle over the wound. It made an awful searing sound as the skin smoked and healed. Theseus could feel his brother's hand shake in pain. "Enough?" He didn't want to let go until he felt the hand stopped shaking. Or was it his own hand that was shaking now?

"Mmhmm. Yeah." Newt tried to keep his voice calm, but his hand was throbbing as the powder dissolved through his wound. It only took a moment or two for the pain to subside as he watched his skin knit itself back together and his brother start to wrap his hand with a clean bandage. "So exactly how is it that you came to be here?" Theseus had never been one to visit Newt unannounced, or at all really. This visit definitely had a purpose.

"Dumbledore suggested that I pop by and look in on you. Very mysterious about it too. I don't suppose you'd like to tell me what you two are up to, huh?" He reached over to the end table to grab the roll of tape and waited for an answer that never came. "No, of course you don't."

"Well, you know how Dumbledore is..." Newt mumbled. He still didn't want to look up at his brother. He had seen what he called Theseus’s ‘disappointment face’ more than enough.

"Full of secrets... like you," Theseus replied, looking directly at Newt. He taped up the edge of the bandage to keep it from unraveling. Pickett tried to get his attention to get a new bandage for himself as well, but Theseus was too preoccupied with what his brother had gotten himself into to realize it. "She's a qilin isn't she?"

"No, she's not." Newt was definitely too quick and unconvincing with his response. He couldn't say the words to his brother's face either, which made the statement even less convincing.

"I believe she is.”

"She's not."

"She is." Theseus smirked out of frustration. He knew he was right but couldn't figure out why Newt wasn't telling the truth.

"She's n-..." Newt just couldn't do it. He couldn't lie to his own brother. He finally looked up and locked eyes with Theseus, almost frightened of what would happen once he admitted the truth. A sigh. "She is," left his lips in a choked whisper.

"She is. What are you doing with a qilin, Newt? Hmm? Or is she another one of your secrets?" Theseus shook his head. He couldn't believe that Newt brought a qilin back to his home. Actually, he could, but he couldn't figure out why he would want to do something this dangerous given the upcoming election and Grindelwald still on the loose and most likely trying to rig it in some way.

"Yes, and you mustn't tell anyone that you've seen her." Newt could feel his heart pounding. This was not a conversation that he wanted to have right now. "I'm quite serious, Theseus."

"Alright." Theseus shrugged and stayed knelt in front of Newt, unsure of how to respond to this information.

"Just out of interest, how did you get her to settle?" Newt asked, pointing towards the fawn.

"I uh..." Theseus peered over his shoulder and back at Newt. He didn't expect the question but lying about what he did would be pointless. "I sang to her."

"Y-, but wh-, sa-, excuse me?" Newt was convinced that he was overtired, or that he'd hit his head too hard when he hit the water after falling from the cliff in China, or that maybe Theseus had misspoke. There was no way that he had correctly heard what his brother just said.

"You know that song that Mum used to sing? The one about the muggle that fell down a well?" Theseus cringed. Newt was staring wide-eyed at him as if he'd just grown an extra head. Maybe it had been too long and Newt couldn't remember the song. So he started to sing. "There was an old muggle who fell down a well..." He waited. A moment later, he watched the realization show on Newt's face.

"But along came a witch who did do him a spell," Newt sang back. And then both men continued in unison.

"When the muggle awoke he said dear woman do tell, is it Heaven I'm in or have I gone straight to-"

A loud trill from the qilin interrupted the melody and Theseus turned around to see what had happened. The fawn seemed very enthused by the tune.

"Come to think of it, that might have been one of Dad's old drinking songs," Theseus offered, trying to diffuse the moment.

"Oh that's remarkable!" Newt sat up straight in the chair and watched the fawn continue to happily roll around on the blanket. "See, they rarely consent to human contact, you know. Unless they sense an affinity, and-"

"And she senses an affinity with you, does she?" Theseus interjected, looking back at his brother.

"Yes." Newt bit his lip and looked back between Theseus and the qilin, settling on looking at his brother and giving a stern stare to say that he was proud of having such a bond.

"Well, there you have it. We are brothers after all, Newt." Theseus went silent and tried to take in everything that had just happened. He still didn't know where Newt had been, how he got injured, what he was doing with a qilin, or what crazy scheme Dumbledore had roped him into carrying out. His little brother was far too trusting and it worried him.

"I didn't know you were questioning it." Newt pushed his elbows against the armrests of the chair and shifted uncomfortably in his seat, looking down at his lap.

"Truth be told, I was beginning to wonder." Theseus glanced back at the fawn again and quirked a brow. Pickett made a small chirp and tapped gently at the elder brother's arm. Theseus turned back around and looked over the little bowtruckle, who was holding out its bandaged wrist. Newt had done his best to wrap it, but having only one uninjured hand himself it needed to be redone. Theseus didn't mind. He missed being able to take care of his little brother. "Hmm," he sighed, carefully ripping a thin strip off of another clean bandage. "Is there any creature you don't have some kind of affinity with?"

"I believe anyone can have that with any creature if they had the knowledge and desire to understand them better and were trustworthy." Newt dropped his hands onto his lap and brushed his thumb over the bandages across his opposite palm, holding the hand tighter as the touch stung. He kept his head down, but his eyes stayed focused on his brother and Pickett. Theseus was concentrating on rewrapping the bowtruckle's wrist as gently as possible without causing further discomfort. "Pickett trusts you. That says a lot. He wouldn't let just anyone near him."

"Contrary to what you may have thought, I do pay attention to what you do, Newt. There you go, little man." Pickett expressed a few small chirps as Theseus tied off the end of the bandage around his twiggy wrist. "I always have," he added quietly, looking back at his brother.

"You've never actually shown an interest til now, though." Newt's reply was soft, said more aloud to himself than with a purpose for Theseus to hear it. His boots scuffed against each other as his anxiety made his legs too restless to stay still, the scraping sound being the only thing cutting through the awkward silence that had now taken over the room.

"Now that I think of it," Theseus noted as he stood and stretched his legs. He grabbed the bottle of medicinal leaves and the roll of bandages before turning to take them back to Newt's suitcase. "I remember only one creature you ever truly disliked."

"Hmm?" Newt's brow furrowed. There were creatures that frightened him as they were fierce and dangerous, ones that tested his patience like his young nifflers, even ones that perplexed him as he'd not yet studied them enough to fully understand them... but he couldn't think of a single creature he'd ever come across that he outright disliked, unless some humans counted. "What do you mean?"

"It was when you were little," Theseus muttered before pulling his head back out of the suitcase and closing its locks. He stared at the floor for a moment and huffed a laugh to himself at childhood memories that were coming to him. He noticed the confused expression Newt wore as he walked back towards him. "You used to run from it all the time. I guess I wouldn't really call it a creature." He stood in front of Newt and smirked. With a hushed tone and clawed hands lazily held in front of himself, he added, "It was more of a monster."

"Oh no." Newt shuddered and sunk back into his chair as far as he could. That last word clued him in to exactly what Theseus was talking about. The qilin was staring back and forth between the brothers, obviously sensing Newt's tension.

"Ahh, you do remember now, don't you?" Theseus asked. He strutted around behind Newt and rested folded arms over the back of Newt's chair, which startled the man sitting in it. "Why so jumpy?" Pickett squeaked out what sounded to Theseus like an inquisitive uh-oh, not that he understood bowtruckle language.

"I'm not." Newt hugged his left arm around his waist and clamped its hand under his right arm. "That doesn't bother me anymore."

"I remember that one time Mum asked you to clear the horklumps out of her garden." Theseus shook his head, sighing as he looked to the ceiling. "For whatever reason, you brought them into our room."

"She wanted me to feed them to the gnomes," Newt interjected.

"But you just had to-" Theseus shrugged a hand up in agitation trying to find the right words "-be you. Their little bristles were everywhere."

"I was studying them. They sprout so quickly. I was curious how they grew." Newt hugged his waist a bit tighter and sunk lower in his chair remembering how the rest of this story unfolded.

"Everywhere, Newt! I was so frustrated that I didn't know what to do with you."

"I think you overreacted." Newt kept looking from side to side, all of a sudden sensing that his brother was about to do something he'd not done since they were children and he was far too exhausted to defend himself. "You came home early and I didn't have the chance to clean everything up."

"Oh, so it’s my fault, was it? You were so quick. I chased you through every room and you almost got away. Mum could hear your giggling from the other side of the house, especially when I got you right here." Theseus's hands darted out around the sides of the chair and gave one quick squeeze to Newt's ribs.

"Oi!" Newt practically jumped out of his own skin. A forced smile was tugging at his lips.

"Now you've lied to me twice in one day," Theseus pointed out, slightly amused. The qilin was now standing up on all fours and eyeing both brothers cautiously. Pickett chirped at Theseus and hid his small eyes behind a tangle of twiggy fingers. "Once again, I find myself so frustrated that I don't know what to do with you."

"Theseus, don't." Newt's warning would have been taken more seriously if it hadn't been coupled with a small hiccup of nervous laughter.

"Don't what?"

"Tic-hmmph." Newt immediately pursed his lips as he caught himself about to be tricked into asking for something he really didn't want.

"Not falling for that anymore, huh?" Theseus sighed and shrugged. "Oh well." His hands snaked around the chair again and latched onto his brother's sides, fingers wiggling in between ribs.

"Ahaha, no! Theseus, ple-he-he-he-hease." Newt could barely string two thoughts together as he squirmed in his chair trying to block his brother's hands. He summoned whatever energy he could to keep from laughing. He heard the qilin cooing from the other side of the room. "This is ridi-hi-hi-hiculous. You're going to get her riled up again!"

"I don't know about that." Theseus looked up at the qilin, who was comfortably nestled on a folded blanket and sunning herself while watching the brothers. "I think she's pretty well-settled, aren't you, hmm?" he asked. The fawn trilled softly in response and laid down on her side. "See? Perfectly content. I rather think she likes your laughter. And her well-being is your priority, I would say. So technically I'm helping."

Theseus went to poke his brother again, but Newt scrambled out of the chair to try to save what was left of his dignity before he could attack. Newt felt another wave of exhaustion take over after only three steps and needed to steady himself against the arm of the small sofa in front of the fireplace as he slumped onto its seat. Theseus sat beside him and looked him over to make sure he hadn't caused Newt any serious distress.

"Rubbish. You're awful." Newt held his injured hand across his body up near his opposite shoulder and rested against the side of the sofa. A few stray giggles were still escaping him as he tried to catch his breath. "I thought you took an oath as an auror against torture." He cast a sideways glance at his brother.

"True, but I'm not here as an auror on Ministry business. I'm here as a worried older brother who needs to take out his frustrations." Theseus gripped one of Newt's legs just above the knee and gave it a few quick squeezes, causing the magizoologist to squeak and release a frantic string of snorts and giggles. "That spot still gets you when you're tired. So much has changed and yet so much stays the same."

"Thes... Thehehe... Theseus!" Newt had tried to put an authoritative growl in his voice, but it failed to come through as it mixed with the gentle laughter pouring from the sleepy grin he wore. The qilin sat up attentively on Newt's bed, her tail swishing back and forth with excitement as she continued to watch the brothers interact. A moment later, Pickett came toddling across the back of the sofa squeaking happily. The mischievous creature brushed the fingers of its uninjured hand over the nape of Newt's neck. "No! Don't you start!"

"Oh, I forgot all about how you'd squirm if Mum got you there when she'd cut your hair." Theseus reached out and fluttered his fingers across the same spot Pickett had touched, eliciting a snort from his brother whose shoulders were scrunching into his ears. "Besides, a little laughter'll do you some good."

"How is this goo-hoo-hood for ME?!" Newt squealed in response to a hand spidering over his ribs again. Newt brought his knees up and tried to twist himself into a protective ball. "Come on, I'm injured!" he added in between restless laughs as he held his bandaged hand away.

"They say laughter is the best medicine, don't they?" Theseus joked, continuing to poke around his brother's ribs.

"Theseus-s-s-s-s, this isn't funny! Merlin's be-he-he-heeeard!" Newt's voice had gone hoarse from laughter. He was in a fetal position, his reddened face buried in his arms over the arms of the sofa. His nerves were already over-sensitive due to his exhaustion, but the constant scratching and poking and wriggling against his most ticklish spots was quickly diminishing his sanity. "I can't. No more."

"Alright, I think you've had enough." Theseus sat against the other arm of the sofa and held his hands up to let Newt know he was stopping his torture. "You're completely knackered. Get yourself cleaned up and get some proper sleep in your bed for a bit instead of downstairs."

"But I have to meet with Dumbledore to-"

"Sleep, Newt. And then we can go see Dumbledore. I'll tell him we'll be a while."

"We?" Newt sat up properly and rubbed the heel of his uninjured hand over each eye to clear away the tears from laughing and to rid them of the sleepiness he was feeling. "I don't understand."

"He asked me to check on you... and then go back with you to talk to him about whatever it is that involves her I imagine."

"But what about-"

"I'll stay here. I don't mind watching her," Theseus explained before Newt could protest further. He stood and pointed in the direction of Newt's bathroom with the sternest expression he could muster. "Now, go. Get out of those muddy clothes, clean up, and get some sleep... or we can go for round two."

"No! No, no. Alright." Newt realized that he was defeated in this argument. He was far too tired to argue and knew that Theseus was right anyway. There was also no way he would live through another round of tickling. With what little energy Newt could summon, he pushed himself up from the sofa and shuffled past his brother towards the bathroom. "Thank you," he mumbled quietly, before shutting the bathroom door behind him. About twenty or so minutes later, he re-entered the room in a pair of blue, white, and tan striped pajama bottoms and a matching buttoned shirt. He was no longer caked in dirt, but bruising on his face, collarbone, and feet were starting to show against his pale freckled skin. Theseus was standing by the window looking out at the street below and pulling the curtain closed. "I don't need to sleep long," Newt announced. The statement was far less convincing than intended due to the massive yawn that accompanied it.

"If not for yourself, do it for her. You can't take proper care of her if you don't take care of yourself first. Honestly, you don't always have to take the difficult route, you know."

"Sleeping is the difficult route," Newt said amid a heavy yawn. He slid under the blankets on his bed, careful not to push against the qilin who was still sitting at the bottom of it. Newt slowly turned onto his side and dropped his head onto his pillow with yet another yawn.

"Now don't worry about her," Theseus assured. He grabbed the newspaper from the end table and folded it down to stick into the pocket of his jacket he'd thrown over the arm of the sofa. "I can take her downstairs to wherever you had her roaming around so you can get some peace and quiet, hmm?" Theseus waited for a response but heard nothing. "Newt?" He looked over his shoulder, letting out a sigh as his eyes fell to Newt. The magizoologist had fallen fast asleep the moment his head hit the pillow. Theseus would have picked up the qilin and left the room, but she was already nestled up against Newt's hip and yawning herself. "Or I could just sit right here and babysit you both to make sure you get some sleep," Theseus added to himself. He yanked the newspaper free from his jacket pocket and carefully unfolded it before sitting down on the sofa. Noticing the qilin cuddle herself further against Newt, he took up his wand from the other arm of the couch and flicked his wrist while aiming it at the fireplace. A small flame grew and flickered over the logs. The room began to warm up in its glow almost immediately. Pickett hopped down onto the seat beside Theseus and held his hands out toward the fire to warm himself. The young bowtruckle voiced a few chirps and squeaks. "You can say that again, little man," Theseus replied, not even knowing what was said. He sighed and opened his newspaper, settling in to watch over his little brother.

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kyumisyumi · 18 days

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Interaction between Josie and [mech] #1

Monster type: M!Robotx F!Character(Josie)

Word count: 686

~Taking requests~

"I see..."

"Yup..."

To say the atmosphere was awkward was a severe understatement. Josie had practiced this conversation over and over... and over and over in her head. This had happened far sooner than she'd wanted, but the amount of hours she'd spent repeating and rewording her explanation should've at least made it easier, right? Yet, as the silence stretched on she found herself incapable of finding the words she'd prepared. She desperately wracked her brain for anything to say aside from 'yup' but the poor, sparsely used organ had abandoned her. Gone were the opening, body and closing statements of her case, gone were the rebuttals and 'yes but...' of her argument and gone were the pacifying lines and phrases. Her brain had erased it all until only one word could leave her trembling lips.

"Sorry." When her brain had allowed her access to more vocabulary she spoke again. "I am so, very sorry."

She wasn't sure what reaction she expected from him. During her many simulations of this conversation she'd tested multiple possibilities; anger, forgiveness, joy.... disappointment- but never was she able to choose a 'most likely' outcome. She simply wasn't that good at reading him yet and curious as she may be she just didn't have the will to look up and see his face. Weak. This is so very like her; weak in body, weak in mind and weak in will. She had been the catalyst for all his misfortunes. He had done everything right and she had done only wrong and now he faced the punishments that were meant only for her. He would suffer the consequences for her reckless actions. Many seconds had passed and the weight of his silence was beginning to churn her anxiety into annoyance. She wanted him to say... Anything! So much time had pass that she'd began to count the forest flora around them. Weeds and grass staring up at them, playing witnesses to the exchange. The temperature had gotten colder and the wind stronger but it did very little to calm her nerves. Something. Anything. Please. Even the shadow that his massive form cast over her remained unmoving.

Just as she was about to overcome her nerves and break the silence she heard the familiar click of metal. The sound had jolted her so much that she couldn't stop herself from facing it and in turn; him. His illuminated silver optics were dim but made to look brighter against the darkness of night. The 'click' she had heard was the mechanisms of his neck as his head tilted slightly to the side. His body remained as it was, a stance she had grown very use to during their short time together, his 5 meters of height crouched to meet her 5 feet as best he could. The lower portion of one leg laid flat against the ground while the foot of the other supported the weight of his torso. His facial expression was hard -as always- to read, it seemed like a combination of defeat and conflict but as his eyes focused on her own it began to soften. It broke her. Josie wanted to repeat her sorries, to apologize over and over until her voice could work no more but before she could mutter a word he reached his hand out to her. He moved as if to cup her head but remembering his size he traced a finger along the side of her face instead. She leaned into the touch of his pleasant, cool metal. It brought her unimaginable comfort, comfort she didn't deserve but openly welcomed. She wasn't sure which emotion was inciting her tears but she fought against them, letting them well up along the basin of her lower lids. It just wasn't in her to cry openly, even under these circumstances. When she looked into his optics she saw understanding and forgiveness. There was the whirring of his vent as they released a rush of air, his version of a sigh before he finally spoke.

"I am going to kill you."

She should really get better at reading him.

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myperfectdad · 2 years

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29. Dad’s first second life

My boyfriend and I lived together, but you’d never know it for how little time we spent with each other ever since he got that stupid computer game. As soon as he came home from work each night, he’d go straight to his laptop and sit, hunched over and glassy-eyed, clicking and typing for hours. Whenever I’d walk by, he closed the screen. When I asked him what he was playing, he mumbled something about it being “kind of like The Sims.” When I asked if we could play together, he shooed me away, saying he wasn’t ready for two-player just yet.

This went on for a solid month, and I was getting frustrated. One night, after lying in bed for hours waiting for him to join me, I’d had enough. I stormed into the living room and slammed the laptop screen down. He looked at me like I’d just robbed him at gunpoint.

“What the hell?” he barked. “I was in the middle of something.”

“You’ve been in the middle of something for a month now, Jake,” I said. “I swear you haven’t even said a word to me for the last week. I’m not going to lose my boyfriend to some stupid computer game.”

“It’s not stupid,” he said, looking genuinely offended. For a moment I thought I’d actually hurt his feelings. “It’s important.”

“If it’s so important, why can’t you tell me what it is?”

He raised the screen, bathing his face in a glow of eerie blue light. I used to think he was adorable, but he’s become a completely different person since getting into that game. He even looks different.

“I just can’t,” he said. “Now leave me alone. I’ve got work to do.”

In hindsight, I should have just left that night. But dammit, I cared about him, and I know that somewhere, deep down, he cared about me, too. It wasn’t his fault; it was that stupid game. I had to get to the bottom of it, so I waited in the bedroom until I heard him snoring. It was just past 3:30 am when I crept back into the living room and found him asleep over his keyboard.

Carefully, I lifted his hand and rested his index finger against the fingerprint scan. It worked, and as the laptop came back to life, I let out an anxious breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. I gasped just as anxiously when I saw the screen.

At the center was a near-perfect likeness of myself, naked except for plain white briefs. It spun slowly as long blocks of text scrolled down either side. I recognized the stats on the left. At the top were my age, height, and weight, but further down the information got unsettlingly granular. Intelligence quotient. Religious affiliation. Professional ambition.

On the right-hand side, the stats described a completely different person, older, bigger, and dumber than I. Most of the fields were blank.

“What are you doing, Kevin?”

I physically recoiled as my boyfriend’s hand grasped mine. His eyes, while bloodshot and tired, shot daggers at me.

“You wouldn’t tell me what you were doing,” I said. “I had to find out for myself.”

“Christ,” he spat. “You ruined it.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Forget it. I’ll just have to go with what I’ve got.”

He dragged his finger across the touchpad and clicked the mouse.

The sun felt hot on my big tummy, so I got out of my hammock, turned around, and laid back down facing the other way. Now my legs were getting all the sun. I smiled and put my arms behind my head, proud of how when I really think things through, I can solve even the most complicated problems.

I love laying out in the sun because it makes my pits nice and sweaty. Sometimes I just lay out here and sniff them for hours. I guess it’s hours. I don’t know. My Son started wearing my watches. That was fine with me since I couldn’t tell the time anyway.

“Oh, come on, dad,” I heard my Son yell from inside the house. I wonder what I did wrong this time. Son always gets on me for every little thing. I never seem to learn. He peeked his head through the screen door to the kitchen. “How many times do I have to tell you to lift the toilet seat?”

“Sorry, Son,” I said with a chuckle. I was sorry. Honest. Son gets mad at me because I don’t feel bad when I do stuff wrong. I can’t help it. It just feels so good to smile. Smile and rub my big tummy and sniff my pits.

“I’ll do better next time, Son,” I said, adjusting my favorite baseball cap.

“No you won’t,” Son said. “But that’s not your fault, dad. It’s mine.”

Son went back into the house without another word, and I heard the clanging of pots and pans. Son wanted me to do all the cooking, but he got tired of cereal and peanut butter sandwiches, so now I just hang out here in the sun and wait for him to make stuff.

Man, my pits smell awesome today. I love it here.

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wayward-dreamer · 2 years

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Reluctant Renegade - Epilogue

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

Word count: 838

Summary: After the night that saw his transformation into a vampire, resulting in the death of his wife, Dean spends his lifetime seeking revenge on the one that turned him. Reluctantly living outside the law because of what he is, he finds his niche as a bounty hunter, hired by families looking for someone, anyone to avenge the deaths of their loved ones. He doesn’t play by the rules, finding justice for the victims by any means necessary.

But as dead bodies rack up and catch the attention of a young, naive but by-the-book detective, she won’t stop until she finds out who’s responsible for them. Dean knows he has to convince her of his innocence, but can he do that while maintaining his secret? And when the alpha that sired him finds him first, can he keep Y/N safe?

Warnings: Angst, swearing, blood, fighting, a little more angst, a little bit of fluff.

A/N: Inspired by the song Blood Like Lemonade by Morcheeba. Beta’d by my love @evergreencowboy. Thank you all so much for all your love and support. You're all amazing. I really feel like this is the perfect ending for this series, and I'm so excited for you all to read it. Happy reading and enjoy! :)

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One Year Later – Budapest, Hungary

The camera shutter flicked repeatedly as Y/N clicked multiple photos. She looked down at the screen, a satisfied smile on her face as gazed back up at the beautiful architecture of the building. She followed behind the crowd, taking in the sights as she glanced back to see her friends chatting behind her.

She marvelled at the fact that she was finally in a city as beautiful as this, content with her decision to come here after quitting her job. She had stuck it out for several months, but everything kept building up until she just couldn’t handle it anymore. She had had to close the case as a cold one, mark Jenny as missing, and all of that laid heavy on her mind every day of the job. Six months after the incident in the warehouse, she decided she couldn’t do it anymore, left and finally took that holiday she had always wanted to.

“What are you two doing?” she asked, turning back to Meg and Ruby.

“Trying to decide where to go for dinner,” Meg replied, flicking through options on her job. “What’re you feeling like?”

“You know I’m good with anything,” she stated, looking back at the buildings, far more interested in that than food at that moment.

As she walked, she continued to reflect on the year that had passed. She found herself thinking about Dean often, especially whenever she would pass by the apartment building if she was driving around that part of the city. She tried to keep her mind clear of him, but every now and then he would creep back in, proving that she would never really get over him despite the fact that nothing ever happened. It was just one perfect afternoon together, and then he was gone the next day.

She never said goodbye because she couldn’t bear to see him leave. She wanted his “it’s not forever” to be true. She had held that close to her heart this whole year, even if it felt ridiculous. She thought about calling him, but she was sure he had changed his number. Other than that, she had no way of contacting him. So, she let him go, hoping that they would someday meet again.

She was never one to give up, and she wasn’t going to start now.

The girls clinked their shot glasses together, throwing them back and slamming them down on the bar. Y/N wiped the stray drop from under her lips, her eyes roaming over the posh bar that they had found themselves in after dinner. The lighting was a low, amber color, giving the place a smoky, warm feeling. It reminded her of the bar that she had first met Dean in, even if neither of them had realized at the time that their first meeting was actually the alleyway the night before.

“Hey, you okay?” Ruby asked, nudging her slightly.

“Yeah, I’m just gonna use the restroom,” she replied, nodding before she slid off the bar stool.

She walked across the room, weaving through the patrons and excusing herself if she bumped into them, thankful she had learnt a little of the language before coming there. She walked out of the bar, using the bathroom as an excuse to just escape for a few minutes. She wrapped her thin shawl tighter around herself, the night air slightly chilly despite being summertime. She strolled along the river, not straying too far from the bar, leaning against the railing and looking out over the water.

She had dreamed of travelling for so long, and while she was having a great time with her friends, she wished she had someone else to spend it with too. She wanted more than anything to pick up the phone and call Dean, but she let out a heavy sigh knowing she couldn’t. With her gaze set on the river, she shifted along the railing when someone stood beside her. Glancing at them briefly, she gasped as she did a double take.

Dean smiled as he stood next to her, his lips pulling up more as he looked at her, leaning back against the railing with his hands in his pockets. She was paralyzed, unable to speak for fear she’d just burst into tears of joy now that he was finally there, in front of her once more.

Knowing she probably couldn’t comprehend what was happening, Dean spoke up first, the smirk never leaving his face.

“Told you it wouldn’t be forever.”

Y/N beamed, throwing herself into him, their arms wrapping tightly around each other. She snuggled close to him, breathing in his cologne as he took in the lavender perfume she was wearing. He closed his eyes, relishing the feeling of her against him after so long. Neither of them were bothered about the people around them, content to stay in the embrace for as long as they wanted.

The only forever that mattered now was the one they spent together.

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