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pedriscroquettes · 3 months

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𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐀 ✵ ENZO VOGRINCIC

summary. pipe gives away way too much information when he’s drunk.

warnings. suggestive 18+ minor pipe otaño x f!reader

a/n. based off bota niña by bad gyal 🫦

you were beginning to regret accepting the boy’s invitation of hitting a club to celebrate the premiere of the movie. they had convinced you to join reminding you of the countless months you’d spent on set making sure everyone was taken care of. the large group had managed to reserve a secluded section big enough for the cast and their friends. you could barley hear anyone over the loud music blaring in the venue.

you were glad the tab wouldn’t fall on you as the boys kept ordering group shots and bottles of bacardi and champagne. you went slow not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of the cast. the last thing you wanted was to make a fool of yourself in front of your coworkers. you had image to keep up with.

“i’m gonna miss you.” pipe slurred as he laid his head against your arm.

“i’m gonna miss you too pipe.” you sighed not believing that you were probably never gonna see any of the guys again.

“can i kiss you?” he blurts out.

“pipe you’re drunk.” you try not to laugh as his drunk self betrays him.

“well i tried! i was so stupid to believe that you liked me over enzo.” he slouches back in his seat as he accepts defeat.

“over enzo? what does he have to do with this?” you ask him intrigued.

enzo had been the coworker you’d least interacted with during filming. he tended to spend more time with the guys and often kept to himself since he was practically the only uruguayan on set. on the few occasions that the two of you had spoken he had been cordial but reserved. it lowkey pissed you off because it left you wanting to know more. seeing him in the finished product was worse because he was full of talent and you had been so close to him yet so far.

“it’s so obvious he likes you.” he says as he tries to reach out for another shot but you intercept him. he’s had enough to drink tonight.

“you’re not funny pipe.” your eyes wander around the room until they land on the topic of conversation. his slicked back hair alone is enough to make you squirm. you quickly turn your attention back to the argentine in front of you.

“i’m the funniest person here besides franco.” he scoffs. “besides enzo was always asking about you on set and i’ve caught him staring. he totally likes you.”

“you’re so full of shit.” you shake your head as you laugh. “i’m gonna go have fun now so the hangover doesn’t bother me as much in the morning.”

you stand up adjusting your dress in the process. it was an absolute pain to always have to pull your dress down whenever it rode up but the high of the movie premiere was too strong to care. it was as if pipe’s observation had given you a wave of confidence and you found yourself standing in front of the others.

“does anyone want to come dance with me?” you ask in the nicest tone possible.

“enzo does!” pipe yells and you can’t help but send a glare towards him.

“no, my dancing is terrible.” enzo nervously giggles as he feels everyone’s eyes land on him.

“he’s lying!” franco throws him under the bus.

“i’ve seen him dance he’s decent.” esteban adds on to the teasing.

“he doesn’t need to come if he doesn’t want to. it’s fine.” you feel the heat rise up to your cheeks at their banter.

“nope! he’s going. he’s the best dancer i’ve ever seen.” pipe continues with his banter.

“enzo! enzo! enzo!” the rest of the people begin to chant as they egg him on. you were regretting asking them anything.

he stands up giving into the pressure from his cast mates. even though the club is dark and the lights are dim you can still notice the pink hue on his cheeks. he’s either embarrassed or flustered and you were beginning to feel bad.

“you don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to. i don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” you told him as he approached you.

“it’s fine besides it’ll give them something to talk about.” he smirked as the two of you headed towards the center of the room.

the club is dimly lit but you’re easily able to see people surrounding the two of you. they’re mostly all couples with the occasional group of friends somewhere in the mix. it also doesn’t help that it’s basically old reggaeton music blaring from the speakers meaning it was meant to be danced closely with your partner. you’re too shy to do anything and you quite literally stand there frozen unsure of what to do next.

“you can’t go all shy on me now.” he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him. “just a couple of minutes ago you were asking for a dancing partner.”

you try to not look shocked after all he is a man and he has his wants. but you have your needs. truth be told you had barely been romantically involved with anyone since filming had begun and wrapped. you were craving the attention of someone and you didn’t mind if it came from the extremely attractive protagonist. a newfound confidence had formed between the two of you and the music only encouraged you.

“so you don’t mind me touching you, right?” you ask him with a subtle smirk.

the dim lights manage to illuminate his face as he smiles at you. the moment occurring is intimate and probably the most you had ever interacted with him throughout the past three years you knew him. you couldn’t help but admire him, his attractiveness being too much for his own good. he didn’t realize how good looking he was but you had a feeling he would soon.

“depends, how?” he brings his lips near your ears due to the music to make sure you could hear him. the act making you shiver.

“like this.” you place your palm on his chest slowly trailing it down his chest. you lowered your body to the beat of the music at the same time. you surprised your self at how your body moved and how willingly you did it for him.

“fuck.” he murmured trying to make sure you didn’t hear him but you managed to catch it anyways. it was definitely an ego boost, you’d tell your friends about this.

you try to do it again but he grabs you and brings you chest to chest with him. he analyzes you and your breath hitches the suspense killing you. you’re not sure what he’s thinking and you don’t know if you just scared him off. he creeps his hand up your neck to your jaw cupping your face. he removes the couple of strands of hair that are blocking your face. his face gets closer to yours–your heart beating faster. one blink and his lips are on yours capturing them into a sensual rhythm.

you’re perfectly still for a moment not expecting a kiss from him but that doesn’t last long. you’re moving your lips against his in a second. his hand remains firm on your jaw as he kisses you. the two of you pull away for a second to catch your breath’s. you look up at him trying to decipher his feelings. you realize he liked it as much as you did when he leaned in for another one.

normally you would feel bad about the blatant pda in front of others but you weren’t thinking straight. maybe it was the lack of oxygen due to your lips being connected with his but all you wanted was to enjoy the passionate kisses he was giving you. your hand found it’s way into his messy hair tugging at the strands causing deep groans from him. it triggered something inside you. you’d never been kissed like this before nor held like this. you were so entranced by him you barely noticed the way his hand lowered down your body.

“you want to grab my ass and you haven’t even asked me out yet.” you remove his hand from your waist teasing him.

“oh come on you know how busy i’ve been.” he jokes. “come back to my room and i’ll make up for it.”

you offer him a forced smile clearly amused by his sudden confidence and his tempting offer. it was almost enough to make you break. but you didn’t want to be a simple one night stand he would forget. you may have found him attractive but you weren’t gonna lose your dignity.

“no enzo if you really want to make it up to me you’ll come to mine with dinner.” you kiss him on the cheek. “you know where to find me.” you say referring to fact that the whole cast was staying in the same hotel for the premiere.

you head towards the hotel dragging pipe and franco along with you. the two of them being so drunk you can barely get them into their rooms. when you were finally alone you brought your fingers up to your lips reminiscing about enzo and the feel of his lips on yours. you’re barely out of your heels when there’s a knock on your door. you believe it’s pipe coming to bother you once more but instead it’s enzo with a bag of takeout and that devilish smirk of his.

#well…#had to write about my man 🫦#this has been in my drafts for thirteen days omg #enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic x reader #enzo vogrincic fanfic #enzo vogrincic fic #enzo vogrincic imagine #enzo vogrincic smut

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disneyprincemuke · 6 months

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long story short * fem!driver

the aftermath of best dress

(series masterlist) | (📂 a day in the life)

the door swings open, revealing the girl in her pajamas, hair in a ponytail with her makeup completely wiped off. “seriously? you couldn’t have waited until tomorrow?”

“nope,” logan says, pushing past her to enter the hotel room. he slips his shoes off and immediately jumps into her bed where the phone is. “what do you think they’re serving? think they’ve got nachos?”

“no,” oscar shakes his head.

“why not?” logan frowns. “what kind of food will they have?”

“it’s 2 in the morning,” oscar rolls his eyes, “normal people don’t order room service for food at 2am.”

logan simply shakes his head before looking at the girl again. “you didn’t invite him up with you?”

“we’ve got a race,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes as she closes the door behind oscar. “and hey, i’m not like that on the first date!”

oscar shrugs, grinning at her. “we never assumed that. why are you so defensive?”

he kicks his shoes off and rips the duvet from her queen size bed, crawling under before he takes a pillow into his arms.

she stands back, absolutely shocked at her friends. even after being friends for almost a decade, their audacity never fails to throw her offguard.

“well, this is my room,” she mutters, pushing the boys’ legs to separate ends of the bed. “make some space.”

she crawls in the small spot between them, only for oscar to reach forward and push her back gently. “you sit at the foot of the bed. you’re doing the debrief,” oscar giggles, wrestling away her hands fighting him back.

“you wish!” she shrieks, reaching forward to flick his forehead.

she squeezes herself between the two, climbing under the duvet and resting her head on logan’s shoulder. logan adjusts slightly, trying to slowly read the menu in the dim environment of the room.

oscar just sits back, eyes closing. “i’m going to fall asleep if you don’t start talking.”

“he’s very sweet,” she beams, largest smile on her face that they’ve seen on her in a while. “a gentleman.”

“that’s good,” logan mutters.

“and very tall,” she sighs. “he’s almost too tall.”

“for you,” oscar corrects her.

“for me,” she agrees with a small nod.

“anything for you guys?” logan offers, holding the menu out to the other side. “i’m getting chicken wings.”

“chicken tenders.”

“just a coke for me,” she answers.

logan swiftly turns, reaching for the phone, dropping her head in the process. she frowns at the sudden movement, shuffling around to comfortable rest her head on oscar’s arm now.

“seeing him again?” oscar asks.

logan’s whispers consume the dimly lit room with her breathing steady and soft. oscar lifts his head, looking at the girl staring into the room blankly.

“no,” she says just barely above a whisper, shaking her head.

“i’m sorry, kid,” oscar sighs. he reaches over to pat her head and ruffles her hair. “how come?”

“i don’t have the time to be dating around right now,” she shrugs, pressing her lips together. “i’ve got more important things; i’m too busy.”

logan puts the phone down, lying back down with them. “did you at least have fun?”

“of course,” she grins. “it was a long distance relationship, anyway. i don’t have it in myself for that. i need me a wag who can follow me around.”

“that’s not a wag, that’s a personal assistant,” logan states, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“okay, then retire faster so i can hire you as my pa,” she jokes, smacking his thigh lightly. “can’t leave you without a job.”

“how considerate,” oscar mutters. “seriously, though. i’m sorry it didn’t work out. there’ll be better guys than jacob elordi.”

she nods as silence now engulfs them. oscar slides down the bed, resting his head on top of hers as he slowly drifts off the sleep. logan’s now on his phone, scrolling on instagram while she’s stuck underneath the australian’s heavy head.

the decision to reject jacob elordi’s prompt for a second date wasn’t easy, but it’s a much expected response. with her rookie career finally kicking off in formula 1, the added pressure of upkeeping a relationship is too much.

she feels a weight on her arm, logan taking it upon himself to rest his head on her.

“if harry styles were younger, i bet he’d date you,” logan mutters suddenly. “just like if i’d been born earlier, i’d definitely be megan fox’s boyfriend.”

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rninies · 4 months

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✮ an unexpected confession - gojo satoru

synopsis: gojo just won't admit his feelings for you.

warnings: fluff, fem!reader, gojo is shy in front of you btw, GOJO IS A SAP. — wc: 757

notes: let's hope this fic does not flop like the megumi and aki fic sobs </3 HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE MWAH

gojo satoru is a busy man. as a special-grade sorcerer, he doesn’t have time for anything. well, almost anything. you are one of the staff members in jujutsu high, and having frequent meetups with satoru, you befriended him very easily.

your friendship with satoru deepened when you were assigned to a mission because your coworker couldn’t make it. unsurprisingly, satoru was the sorcerer they had assigned to deal with the situation.

having satoru as your friend is… interesting, to say the least. satoru makes your life more lively with his annoying antics and silly hangout ideas. his students have seen how close he’s been with you, and it’s a weird sight because they have never seen satoru be this affectionate with anyone.

“megumi,” yuuji whispers (though that was not necessarily needed since they were outside and satoru was too occupied by you), catching megumi’s attention.

“what?”

“do you think gojo sensei has a crush on y/n?” yuuji asks, head filled with questions. “i mean, have you seen how close they are? i don’t think i’ve ever seen gojo sensei be this close with anyone at all.”

“are you stupid?” megumi deadpans. “isn’t it obvious? have you seen how he looks at her?” megumi is a quiet kid, but he’s observant, which might be bad for satoru.

“y/n!” satoru exclaims, struggling to run through the snow. “come on, there’s this place i want to show you!”

you lift your head, having just sat down literally two minutes ago. “right now? but i just-” satoru grabs your hand and before you know it, you have teleported to the place satoru wanted to show you. “okay, or you can just teleport me here.”

you took a quick look around, noticing that you and satoru were quite far from where you were originally. there was no one around, flowers decorated the field in front of you, and the snow was falling. “it’s really pretty here. how’d you know about this place?”

“huh? oh, suguru told me.” satoru replied, looking at everywhere else but you. “i wanted to bring you here.”

you were confused. usually, satoru would be all over you when showing you something new, but now? he’s keeping his distance from you. “satoru, are you okay?”

satoru choked on his spit, quickly regaining composure. “wh-what’re you talking about? of course i’m fine. i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

you raised your eyebrows, crossing your arms. “really?” you stared at satoru for a long time before he caved, letting out a huge sigh.

“okay, fine! just- give me a minute.” satoru turns his body and takes something out of his jacket. “here, for you.” he gives you a keychain you were looking at the last time you went out with satoru — the only reason you didn’t buy it was that you were in a hurry to go buy megumi’s birthday present.

you take the keychain from satoru’s hand, smiling at him. “when did you get this? thank you.”

“the day after we hung out.” satoru mumbles. “um, i don’t know how obvious i’ve been with my feelings for you, y/n, but-”

“oh, you were very obvious, satoru.”

“yeah, exactly, so i just wanted- wait, what?” satoru immediately stops speaking, staring at you with wide eyes. “why didn’t you say anything?!”

you giggled. “well, it is pretty entertaining to see the gojo satoru get all flustered whenever i brush my hand against yours, or when i go and hug you.”

“you-” satoru turns red. “do you like teasing me this much?”

you hummed in reply. “i love teasing you as much as i love you.” satoru immediately went quiet, processing what you just said. it took him three seconds before he scooped you in his arms, hugging you tightly. “satoru! put me down!”

“no way! it’s my turn to tease you.” satoru exclaims happily. you can feel how happy he is. once he puts you down, satoru cups your cheeks, immediately giving you a kiss. “god, you’re so pretty.”

a giggle escapes your mouth. “you look really pretty blushing too earlier.”

“i wasn't blushing! it’s hot out.” satoru tries defending himself.

“it is literally snowing outside as we speak are you joking.” you deadpanned, giving him an ‘are-you-serious?’ look.

“hey, shut up.” satoru grabs a pile of snow below him, rolls it into a ball, and throws it at you. satoru sticks his tongue at you when you gasp.

“satoru! come back here!” you immediately started running after him, chasing him with a snowball in your hand.

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heecyon · 7 months

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𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒 & 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒; 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 —teaser

pairing: ceo!park sunghoon x coffee shop owner!fem!reader

genre: one night stand, fake relationship, strangers to lovers, angst, fluff, and accidental pregnancy.

summary: Park Sunghoon was done with his grandfather begging for an heir. Being the CEO of the Northern Branch, Sunghoon wasn't ready for a relationship just yet and neither was he ready to have a baby. So, after being arranged a blind date, he meets you, and soon convinces you to run away with him far away from your dates, as you were arranged a blind date as well with a different guy. And after a night of talking, flirting and alcohol, you both ended up in an hotel bed. Being attracted to an stranger wasn't in your plans, but soon everything goes to hell when you discover that you are pregnant with sunghoon's child.

release date: between late november and mid-december

2nd installment for CEOs & ARRANGEMENTS with enha 02z

“So, you’re a CEO?”

Sunghoon’s cheeks blushed from the amount of alcohol that he had chugged down. And you were not innocent, either, your hair was kind of messy from how much time you had combed it back with your fingers, and your mind was racing in a million places because of the two bottles of Henri Bourgeois that you had shared with the flushed boy in front of you.

“Yep, Park Sunghoon, Northern Branch.” His voice came out like a tumble, his mind not processing what his sentences meant. He was not a person to drink, he usually did not do it, especially with a person he just met, and especially not in his hotel room, but tonight he felt in a place of trust, and you felt the same, except that the only difference was that you were somebody to drink with friends, but not with people who you had just met.

You pressed your elbows against the table, your teeth clutching against the tip of your nail. “Who would’ve thought that I’d be sitting in front of the famed Park Sunghoon? I guess it’s a one-in-a-million-type of situation.” “Especially, if I’m getting drunk on glasses of wine while having him sat across from me.”

“Who would’ve thought? I just came to New York to finish some unsolved company partnerships, and now I’m ending my trip with a forced blind date that I just escaped from, with a pretty, tipsy girl who I took with me in the process.” He answered sluggishly, his brows lifting up with sarcasm as he spoke.

Your brain suddenly stopped tracing around, by just emphasizing one word he said.

“You think I’m pretty?” Your voice came out like a wave, a small smile setting on your mouth.

“Why wouldn’t I? You are the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen.”

“It makes me happy that you think I’m pretty, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t think that I’m pretty. I’m pretty sure that I’m pretty.” You suddenly rambled, the words came out fast as a train, all because your nerves and the alcohol took complete control over you. But, Sunghoon just found it funny in his drunken state, he found it adorable, to say the least.

He was almost slushed on the table, his arm being completely settled on the wooden board.

For you, he looked so handsome, his arms were toned, and it was visible against his dress shirt, his fingers slender and delicate, you were convinced that his hands were soft as silk pillows.

But his face was absolutely gorgeous, with features that could've been chosen by the Greek Gods themselves.

"You are so handsome, like really handsome, the type of handsome that was kissed and blessed by Aphrodite and Princess Diana." The words vomited out of your mouth like a splutter. You weren't expecting your drunken state to reveal such a thought, but when you looked at Sunghoon it didn't seem to bother him.

"Kissed by Aphrodite and Princess Diana? Never heard of such compliment." His voice came out slurred and dazed, but it sounded as if he was in a dream-like state.

His lips were red and glossy, his eyes shone from the reflection of the New York lights. The more you looked at his lips, the more you wanted him to touch every part of your body.

"Well, now you've heard it…"

He tapped his chin for a moment before unexpected words came out of his mouth.

"What if I told you that it would be a real compliment if you told me that I was kissed by you?" Your heart skipped a beat as your stomach fell and came back up from the impression. Your heartbeat quickened and did everything it could to go back to normal.

You got up from your chair, walking towards him with tremendous mischief. I'm pretty sure it was the immense amounts of alcohol acting up for you.

His figure sat in front of you, his gaze analyzing every single part of your body, especially your lips, and the shimmer on your eyes.

"Do you want me to kiss you?"

"Oh, Cindy! I want you to do that and more."

Never in your life did you think that you would be taking a pregnancy test inside a pharmacy bathroom.

But you were going through desperate times. It needed to be done as quickly as possible. It was mostly because you needed to calm your frantic nerves and also get out of any doubts that you had. The worst part was the fact that you wouldn't be worrying about this if you just didn't run away from your blind date with a complete stranger.

Complete stranger that could possibly be the father of this possible baby.

You just needed to confirm if you were actually pregnant.

"Shit!"

Two lines.

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superhaught · 2 months

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Incurable Cravings (Chapter Two)

(GIF by goodtitsbigheart)

Pairing: Regina x Reader

Warnings: makes reference to previous explicit content, mention of eating disorder, mild angst/arguing

Word Count: 2500, Part 2/?

Part 1 / Part 3

Regina and Reader reflect on their past as they try to be close again.

This is now an AU where Regina George and Leighton Murray are twin sisters split up in a custody battle.

Regina turned the light in the closet on and pulled her phone out. She examined herself in the camera app and adjusted the way her hair fell around her shoulders, “meet me at my car after school.”

You watched her apply a fresh layer of lip gloss and touch up the edges of her lips then she met your eyes, “this is the part when you respond.”

“Oh, yeah… okay. I’ll meet you.”

Regina put her phone away and stood up straighter as she reached out and began fixing your hair and swiped her thumb over your lips, removing the traces of her lip gloss from your skin, “I’ve always liked your hair… it’s not fair that you have these curls naturally,” she mused.

“Thanks…” you whispered softly.

“Why are you being all weird now?”

“What? I’m not being weird.”

The blonde rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her chest, “yes, you are. Just a minute ago, you were being all bold, like I’ve never seen from you before. Now, you’re all terrified and squirrely.”

“I’m just… processing.”

“Well, do that shit later. It’s ruining your glow.”

“What does that even mean?”

“Nevermind.” Regina put her tube of lip gloss back in her bag and then slipped past you to exit the janitor’s closet, “My car. After school. Don’t disappoint me.”

She didn’t give you time to issue a response. She left you and strutted off to show up fashionably late to her 5th period class.

You took a deep breath. Your mind was reeling but Regina was probably right, you should put it all out of your mind for now. At least until school was over. At least until the two of you could talk more in depth about what happened, which, you prayed you would have the chance to talk later when you met her for whatever she was planning.

You slipped out of the closet and began to head in the opposite direction of Regina, toward your locker, until you were grabbed by your shirtsleeve and pulled aside.

You sighed when you saw who it was: Janis.

She stared at you, as if expecting you to immediately offer an explanation.

“Janis, what?” You asked, annoyed.

“What do you mean ‘what?’ What the fuck just happened between you and Regina?”

“How is that any of your business? You haven't talked to me for three years and now you just expect me to spill?”

Janis relaxed at that, “well… I guess I just thought, when it comes to Regina…”

“Well you thought wrong, Janis. I’m late for class.” You pulled yourself out of the girl’s grip and walked away.

You felt bad for being cold to Janis, but Regina was the reason your friendship didn’t survive in the first place. There was no way that you’d be able to get along now that it was even more complicated. Janis would have to figure out how to be okay on her own.

The rest of your day seemed to move at a snail's pace. You watched the clock as you sat through your calc and stats classes, waiting for the dismissal bell to finally ring and let you go.

You’d never packed up and got out of the building faster. A quick text to your mom of “going to study at a friends’” was enough to explain why you weren’t coming straight home, and like an obedient little puppy, you walked over to Regina’s Jeep in the student parking lot.

She was there waiting for you, leaning against her door and swinging her keys around her index finger, “good, you still know how to listen.”

You raised an eyebrow at her, “where are we going?”

“My house, duh.”

“Kay. I bet your mom will be surprised to see me.”

Regina sighed, “I’d rather her not see you at all… but that’s unlikely… just get in, will you?”

You started to make your way around to the passenger side, “No Gretchen or Karen?”

She gave you a judgemental expression, “did you somehow lose all of your sense when you fucked me? Jesus Christ… no. It’s just us.”

“Jeez, sorry Gina.”

“I thought I told you not to call me that,” Regina sat in the driver’s seat and turned the engine on, “whatever.”

You got in and Regina turned the radio on before leaning over and buckling you in herself. The simple act gave you butterflies. You cleared your throat and turned away from her while she checked herself out in the rearview mirror and put on her sunglasses.

“Ready?”

You nodded and then she peeled out of the parking lot. Once she was on a long stretch of road, she took one hand off the wheel and put it on your thigh. Your breath caught in your throat and you stayed quiet and still for a minute but then couldn’t help but break the silence when she came up to a red light.

“When was the last time I was at your house, do you think?” You were being deceptive by asking. You knew exactly when the last time you were there was.

“I don’t remember,” she shrugged. It was barely perceptible but you caught it, her eyebrow twitched. She was lying. She remembered, too.

The last time you were at your house was also the last time you were all together. It was the party.

Spin the bottle was Regina’s suggestion because of course it was. You and Janis had no idea that Regina had a plan to manipulate the entire night. Regina knew that Janis was in love with her, but Regina didn’t want her to be and she was pissed off at Janis for something.

Like always, Regina got exactly what she wanted. She spun the bottle and it landed on Janis. Regina kissed her and then immediately stabbed Janis in the gut, revealing the brunette’s crush in a very painful way. Regina pretended to make it about some guy, but it wasn’t about the guy at all.

Janis ran off crying. You glared at Regina and said, “that was awful, Gina,” and began to run after Janis but Regina stood up and grabbed you, dragging you to her bedroom before you could comfort Janis.

Regina squeezed your arm and shut her bedroom door. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the memory, apparently this was a pattern for the two of you.

“Why are you mad at me? I did this for us, now it can just be you and me.”

“What are you talking about, Regina?” You asked.

“Aren’t you sick of Janis’ stupid crush ruining our time together?”

“I never said anything like that! Janis is our friend! You shouldn’t have done that, Gina.”

“Well, I don’t care. It’s done. I’m done with her.”

After that, everything went to shit. Janis was a wreck. Regina was a nightmare. You couldn’t be in the middle of it anymore. Any hope you might have had of the three of you recovering was dashed in the chemistry lab fire incident.

You went your separate ways, then. You never really forgave Regina but she wouldn’t leave you alone. Janis avoided you both like the plague most of the time. You knew that something crazy happened last school year when that new girl, Cady Heron, came to school, leading up to Regina’s accident. But you honestly took it as a reprieve. Your academic stress last year was killing you, so having Regina off of your back was wonderful. But that didn’t stop you from leaving a basket of her favorite treats on her front porch while she was recovering. You didn’t know what else to do.

Regina pulled into her driveway and you looked up at her house in awe. Had it gotten bigger?

Regina got out and came over to open your door for you, “come on.”

You followed her inside and Ms. George was right there waiting for her daughter’s arrival. The woman nearly dropped her glass of wine in shock, “oh my fucking god is that who I think it is?!” She screeched and ran forward, setting her wine glass down before trapping you in a hug.

“Hi, it’s nice to see you again,” you said, awkwardly patting her back.

She squeezed you and shook your body side to side then pulled away, “let me get a good look at you, oh my goodness, you’re even prettier! Don’t you think so, Regina?”

“Mom, can you like, chill, please? Jesus…”

“Sorry baby,” Ms. George let you go at that point, “well, welcome home, sweetheart. I’m so glad you’re back. You two have fun, I’ll be up with snacks in a minute.”

Regina grabbed your hand and dragged you up the stairs to her room. It was frighteningly easy to fall back into old habits. You set your bag down in the same spot as you always did and crashed onto her luxe bed like you always used to, while Regina examined herself in her floor length mirror.

Regina poked and prodded at her face and neck for a moment and then Ms. George came into the room with a tray of food.

“Here you go, my lovelies,” she set the tray down on the bed, “and I brought your meds, honey.”

Regina flashed her mom a glare and then returned her attention to herself in the mirror. Ms. George sat criss cross on the bed across from you.

“Thank you so much, I’m starving,” you said, helping yourself to the chips and juice.

“What have you been up to lately?? Regina never talks about you anymore, tell me everything! Are you dating anyone?”

You laughed, “I haven’t been up to much besides school, if I’m being honest. I’m making college plans and trying to do some more volunteering on my breaks. I’m not dating anyone right now,” you glanced at Regina quickly and you caught her raising her eyebrow curiously, “don’t have time.”

Ms. George asked you some questions about college stuff and then Regina shooed her away. The blonde came and sat down on her bed and took the small medicine cup off of the tray and dry swallowed the small handful of pills all at once.

You gave her a look.

“What?” she asked.

“Come on, what’s going on?” you gestured to the cup as she set it back down.

Regina rolled her eyes, “it’s just stuff I have to take now, since the accident. Painkillers and stuff for my heart, don’t worry about it.”

You frowned, “you can’t tell me not to worry.”

“Can you drop it, please? I’m not in the mood.”

“Fine.” You helped yourself to more food, “aren’t you hungry?”

“No,” she said, shrugging. She started scrolling through her phone absentmindedly.

“Regina…” you began.

“What is your problem?”

“Are you… you know…”

“Am I what? Do you think I can read your mind?”

“Are you restricting again?”

“I’m sorry, does fucking me make you think that you suddenly have the right to be on my case now? Back off, will you?”

“Then what the fuck is this? We can have sex but I can’t care, now? Is that it?”

“I don’t know!” She snapped, smacking the mattress out of anger. “I don’t know, okay?”

You didn’t say anything. You didn’t know either. You had no idea what the fuck this was. You leaned back against her pillows and sighed, “I’m sorry, Gina.”

“I’m sorry, too.”

“I just… if I’m going to be in your life again, I hope you’ll talk to me. Like we used to… that’s all.”

“I understand… I’m just not used to it anymore.”

You nod.

“Can we work up to it?” She looked at you with wide eyes. There she was. That vulnerable, sweet Regina that you used to know.

You smiled softly, “yeah.”

Regina slid closer to you on the bed and cuddled into your side, letting you wrap your arm around her back. She opened tiktok and started scrolling through her fyp with you.

You rested together for another half hour and then you convinced her to let you work on homework and she even let you help her with her math assignment.

“It makes so much more sense when you explain it,” she said. Successfully solving a problem.

“I charge fifteen dollars an hour for tutoring,” you tease.

“Oh shut the fuck up,” she shoved your shoulder and chuckled, “I’ll pay in kisses.”

“Oh, really?”

“Mhmm… is that acceptable?”

“Hmm…” you grin, “I think some kind of kisses payment plan can be arranged…”

Regina leaned in and gave you a light peck on the mouth. You smiled and turned your attention back to your book.

“You know, don’t think that this makes up for the past three years of relentless bullying you’ve subjected me to…”

She smirked, “you would be a lot more convincing if I actually believed that a part of you didn’t enjoy it the whole time.”

You stuck out your tongue at her and she mirrored the gesture. You both laughed and you felt grateful that it felt light and easy at this moment.

The sun began to set and you finished up with your homework.

“Gina…”

“What?”

So, Janis tried to confront me in the hallway earlier… after we left the closet…”

Regina groaned, “of fucking course she did… she just won’t give up.”

“You hurt her… really bad… I mean, can we blame her?”

“It’s not like she’s fucking innocent!”

“What even happened that pissed you off so much? You never told me…”

The blonde rolled her eyes, “it’s a long story… and not mine to tell. It had to do with Leighton.”

“Leighton? Your sister, Leighton?”

“Yeah, who else?”

“Sorry, I just didn’t know Leighton and Janis had anything to do with each other.”

“Like I said, it’s a long story. All you need to know is that Janis dug her own grave and she should have known that I was gonna burn her for hurting my baby sister.”

“Your twin sister,” you corrected.

“I’m older,” she responded indignantly, “I’ll tell you more if Leighton says it’s okay.”

“Alright. How often do you two get to talk nowadays?”

“Not as often as we’d like. And we never get to see each other because mom and dad can’t even communicate. We have plans for being more in touch after graduation.”

You nod. She continues, “I’m worried it will be weird, though. I mean, we’ve had our own lives for almost five years now. She already knows where she’s going to school… early decision to Essex… I just feel like we’re the ultimate nature versus nurture experiment and now it’s like we’re not even related.”

“She’ll always be your sister. I’m sure you have more in common than you think.”

Regina nods slowly, not meeting your eyes. You hear Ms. George shout from downstairs that dinner is ready.

“Gina, promise me you’ll eat something. For me, okay?” You give her your best puppy-dog eyes in hopes of convincing her.

“I hate when you do that…”

“Pretty please?”

“Fiiiiine… ugh, I hate you.”

“I lo-” you catch yourself and pause, “I care about you… that’s all.”

She leads the way downstairs and you don’t know if she noticed your slip up.

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something new

wembley brings love and celebration

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A/N: posting something for the first time in months (since april) and I am very excited for you to read. please let me know what you think. I enjoyed writing and promise I'm already working on the next thing 💜 asks

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Wembley Stadium.

It’s a place you had heard many stories about and even attended a show in 2019 as a gift for your father to watch his favorite band, Fleetwood Mac. This entire week has been remarkable, but tonight is the final night. You are here supporting your boyfriend, Harry, and because it’s the last night, there will be a celebration after with the attendance of everyone who knows Harry from family, friends, and workers.

When you first met Harry, you didn’t know he was Harry Styles. Many people would ask how you could not recognize the Harry Styles, but when you met him, he had a full beard and hair full of messy curls. He was dressed in mini running shorts wearing a black jumper and bright running shoes. The reason you spoke to him was his shoes. This brand is known for its style of color combination and lightness in weight, making it the running shoe. You had been debating buying a pair, and his looked well-loved. It wouldn’t hurt to hear an opinion from someone who wasn’t an online user.

“Excuse me,” you called out softly behind him.

He jumps and moves away from the counter. “Sorry, was I in your way?”

You do your best not to melt hearing his deep voice; it was comforting for some odd reason. You smile and shake your head. “No, uh, actually. I’m sorry to bother you. This is actually such a silly question now.” You pause, debating walking away while you can, but he encourages you to continue. “It’s about your shoes. Are the Hoka’s worth it? The online reviews have not been able to convince me, and I’ve read too many articles at this point. Yours look like they’ve seen a few miles,” you point out.

Harry looks down at his shoes and laughs, “so they do.” He meets your eye, stepping closer and away from the counter. “I’m on my fourth pair,” he confesses sheepishly.

You wince, knowing the price for these shoes is not cheap. “Are you constantly running? Are they easily worn out?”

His face reddens, and he fiddles with his necklace. “No, uh…I like having more options to match my outfits.”

You laugh, “that makes sense.” You pause. “Does that mean picking my first pair will be harder? I saved for one pair, and my pocket will hurt if I decide to bite the bullet.”

“I debated a few choices at my computer and ultimately bought two pairs. They were orange and yellow. Bondi are a good first choice.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You notice the barista, Lily sliding a coffee on the counter and gesturing it’s his, meaning it’s time for you to go. “Sorry for bothering you, but this was very helpful. Sorry, I never got your name. I’m Y/N.”

“Harry. It was no bother.”

You doubt that.

“Bye, Harry.” You collect your bag and walk out, knowing you were going to overthink buying these shoes, and Harry would never leave your mind.

To no surprise, you’re back at your favorite coffee shop the following day, but this time dressed in your favorite jeans and a cardigan your grandma helped you knit over the summer last year. It’s pastel pink with flowers placed randomly all over. You didn’t dress cute for a guy. You dressed cute for yourself. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself. Lily is a good friend, and after walking your iced latte to your table, she sat down for a moment.

“Nice conversation yesterday?” She ponders.

“Mhm…nice fellow.”

“Was surprised you bothered him?”

You look at her, confused. “Was it rude of me?”

“Some would say so.”

“I’m confused. We talked about shoes. What did I do wrong?”

Lily stares at you, trying to see if you’re joking. “Y/N, be serious.”

“I am.”

She looks around, leaning closer. “You spoke to Harry Styles. Popstar sensation. Most loved man on the earth.” Lily sees you processing her words, and before you can make rebuttals, she pulls her phone out and shows you a photo of Harry, the guy you met, under a Harry Styles update page.

“Well, shit!”

“Yeah, he at least looks interested in your conversation.”

You roll your eyes, “geeze, Lily, thanks for making it seem like it’s awful to talk with me.”

“Not what I meant,” she apologizes.

“It’s fine. The beard threw me off.”

“He’s a regular here. Comes every other day.” Lily excuses herself needing to get back to work, and with that reassurance, he wouldn’t be coming in; you enjoy your coffee.

You took out your laptop and began to work while keeping an eye on the door. Pretty soon, you got deep into your research and didn’t even notice when the door chimed, signaling someone knew had entered.

“You look really focused. Are you working?” Harry had walked up to your table, startling you.

The truth was you were not working, although you should have been; it was a Wednesday morning. You feel your cheeks warm up, knowing you’ve been caught. “Won’t lie to you, Harry. I’m looking at shoes.” You turn your screen to let him see you have a page pulled up for running shoes with multiple open tabs.

Harry laughs in surprise and gestures to the empty seat to join you. You move your bag, and he happily slides in. You move your laptop closer to him, giving him a better view.

“Those are cute.” You had been looking at a lilac pair.

“Right! But look at these.”

Harry frowns when you switch the screen to display a cherry-pink design. “Now, that’s a tough choice.”

“Ugh…I know. I’ve been alternating back and forth.”

“Okay, close your eyes,” he orders.

You look at him skeptically but do as he says.

“It’s a sunny day which is just a miracle here in London,” you laugh, and he continues. “You’re out on a walk deciding where to go for the day when a stranger points out your shoe is untied. You bend down to tie it. Now what color are your shoes?”

“Purple,” you answer without thinking.

“Well, there you go.”

“That was helpful, Harry. Thank you. Are you a therapist or something?”

“In another life, I would be.”

“Well, what do you do now?” You ask, genuinely interested.

Harry looks at you, confused as if you’re really asking the question. “I sing for a living. Uh…” he feels embarrassed sharing this for some reason. “I go on stage and perform.”

You frown, looking at him closer. “From my eye level, you look like a rugged Harry Styles.”

Harry looks amused. “Rugged. Huh, I thought the beard was good.”

“It is,” you quickly agree. “Sorry, I’m used to seeing videos of him—well, you clean-shaven.”

“I’m on a break. It’s a nice way to let go.”

Right.

You were at a crossroads now because you liked Harry. He was friendly and easy to speak with, but would this new information change everything for you?

“Maybe we can go on a run when your shoes arrive?” Harry suggested.

Your eyes lit up, “really?”

“Mhmm…I like running around the park.”

“Oh, I love finding new trails,” you gushed. “I bet you have found the best-hidden roads.”

Harry shrugs, “we’ll have to see.”

“Uh… I’m sorry for not recognizing you. I don’t know if that was weird or not.” You decide to apologize.

“You’re fine, Y/N. When you came up to me, I thought you wanted a photo, but clearly, my shoes were more interesting,” he teased. “It was nice being just Harry.”

You smile sheepishly at him, “you’re still Harry to me. Feel like you’ll turn into Harry Styles when you’re clean-shaven on stage.”

“Not for a few weeks, then. I have shows in Los Angeles at the end of January,” he tells you because he wants to bask in being just Harry for a few weeks more.

“Oh, fun,” you wiggle your eyebrows at him.

“Mhmm…” Harry waits for you to ask more, but instead, you turn the conversation to his workout routine.

From then on, conversation flows easily. You tell Harry you’re the oldest of three. Two younger brothers who live to embarrass you whenever they get the chance but love when you drive them around. You tell him about your job in publishing and that you worked your way up to being an editor. It’s a job you love dearly. Harry lets you ramble on, asking questions and wanting to learn more. He learns you’re allergic to mushrooms. Your first tattoo was a cherry you got at eighteen on an impulsive night out. That you’re the only family member in generations to be born left-handed.

Harry shares that he loves to travel because it gives him a place to miss and come home. He loves his sister and calls her his best friend. That he’s too competitive and loves a long game of Scrabble. He dreams of having a pet dog but does not want to commit when his life is on the road. You mention your family dog, Woodstock, named after the iconic yellow bird from the Peanuts comics. A yellow Labrador who runs up to strangers, always asking for belly rubs. You promise to take him to visit.

Your friendship with Harry grew from there. You would meet most mornings outside the coffee shop for a run and then for a coffee that turned into hours of conversation. You liked Harry and reckoned you liked him more than a friend, but there was no way you would change that dynamic and instead settle to be his friend. When Harry showed up one day clean-shaven, you were taken aback because it made him look younger, and it was as if you were seeing him for the first time.

“Don’t recognize me anymore,” he teases.

“I could spot those green eyes in a sea of people,” you promise him.

Come April, a shift in your dynamic happened. Harry wanted you to work out with him and his trainer. You thought he was crazy, but really Harry was dying for you to meet his friends. They couldn’t stop teasing him that you were made up.

“Harry!”

You both turned and found a man in a white shirt and shorts, similar to Harry, approaching you. Harry welcomed him in a hug before going to stand next to you. “This is Y/N. Y/N, Brad.”

Brad shot you a smile, “pleasure to meet you.”

“You as well.”

“It’s nice to put a face to a name. He can’t shut up about you,” Brad confesses.

“Oi! Stop that.” Harry frowns, but you can tell he doesn’t mind.

You end up having the worst workout of your life. Brad, not taking a moment of pity for you until he finally called it quits an hour later. You threw yourself on the grass, closed your eyes, and took slow breaths. You heard Harry laughing above you but did not acknowledge him.

“Come on, petal. I’ll buy you a coffee,” Harry offered.

You peeked one eye open, “and a scone?”

“I’ll get you all the goods you want,” Brad chimes in. “You were a trooper out there.”

“Fuck, I never want to work out with you again,” you huff.

“Don’t think we will if he has a say,” Brad points to Harry. “Never seen him so angry.”

“She’s my friend. Didn’t want to explain her death to her parents.”

After that, it seemed you only saw more of each other until one night at your home, Harry made a move you didn’t see coming. After the film finished, Harry turned serious.

“Y/N?”

“Harry, what is it?” You ask, concerned.

“I like you.”

You sigh in relief, “gosh, you scared me. I like you too, silly. You’re my best friend.”

Harry shakes his head. “You’re not listening to me.”

“Heard you loud and clear.”

He sighs, frustrated. “These last few months as your friend have been amazing. I feel so lucky you approached me to talk about shoes. While I enjoy being your friend every time we get together, these feelings I have continue to grow, and I can no longer keep them to myself. I like you, and I want to see where this goes.”

You sit there shocked because you never expected Harry to reciprocate your feelings, but he is pouring his heart out for you. “Harry,” you breathed out. “I-I-I like you too. I have for some time, but I didn’t want to lose you.”

“Me either, but Brad said a person as amazing as you would not wait around for me.”

You laugh, “tell him I’m a fool because I think I would have waited a lifetime for you.”

“I know it’s too soon to ask you to be my girlfriend seeing as we haven’t been on a date, but—”

You interrupt him. “Why can’t we say this is our first date? If we think about it, every time we have spent together could be considered a date.”

“Do you end a first date with a kiss?” He asks sheepishly.

“Only if it’s you,” you promise him.

When your wine-stained lips meet his, you feel a wave of peace surround you knowing that it might be soon, but the universe sent Harry to you. He was your other half. He made you better. You pulled him closer, loving the closeness this kiss brought you. Harry sighed, ending the kiss. You went in for a second kiss needing more of him for a little longer.

“Petal, baby. I’m here,” he spoke against your lips.

You giggled out of breath. “Sorry, I think I like you a little too much.”

Harry leaned his forehead against you. “I feel the same.”

“Good, let’s kiss some more and then have a sleepover.”

“Don’t you think it’s too soon, petal?” Harry asked.

You frowned, “you slept here two nights ago.”

Harry sighed, “you’re right.”

It wasn’t until a week later you made it official. Life was perfect, and you were happy. Harry knew starting a relationship as he began touring wasn’t the smartest option, but he was close to home and promised to check in at every chance. In each city he visited, he picked up a souvenir for you as a reminder he was thinking of you. It was cheesy, but he wrote you postcards from each city because even though they wouldn’t arrive quickly, they would remind you of him when you did receive them. It only made you like him more and knew you were falling in love quickly. There was no stopping it.

While you joined him at his special show at Slane Castle, you didn’t have the chance to meet many of his family, mainly only the band. They welcomed you with open arms, and how Harry never stops talking about you. It made you nervous. You hoped to live up to his words because these people and his band members meant the world to Harry.

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Now being here to celebrate four sold-out nights at Wembley, it felt overwhelming knowing Harry’s entire family and friends from his childhood would be here. You’ve known Harry for months but loved him like he’s always been yours. It was a joyous day, but even that wouldn’t take away your nerves for the final night of seeing Harry shine on stage.

“No one is going to believe I didn’t recognize you when we first met,” you tell him as the driver drove down a road that arrives at the back of Wembley, away from the crowd.

“Course they will.”

You give him a deadpan look, “you’re basically the face of the UK. A prince, some would say.” You sit up and clear your throat. “Oh, how’d we meet. Well, I met him at a coffee shop and asked him about his shoes.” You rolled your eyes, “sounds fake to me.”

“Good thing it’s the truth. Plus, I thought you were cute. Would have never worked up the courage to walk up to you, though.”

“Stop. You’re only saying that.”

“Nope, I mean it. Brad and the band like you.”

“I hope they do,” you muttered. “Only people I’ve met now. I’m meeting everyone.”

“You met Mum and Gem,” Harry reminds you. “Spent time with them for three nights.”

You sigh because, for a moment, you feel Harry doesn’t understand how overwhelming this is. Everyone here knows Harry. They know Harry from Holmes Chapel, and they know the amazing person he is. You feel happy to know and love him, but they’ve got a lifetime of Harry, and you’ve got months. It differs for everyone because you would move mountains to ensure he was happy. Except, everyone doesn’t know that. They don’t know you.

“Y/N, petal will you look at me,” he begs softly.

You take a deep breath and allow yourself to meet his emerald eyes. Harry takes in the worry shining bright, and smiles. “Petal, I love you. I know you love me. You remind me every moment we’re together and when I’m away. I don’t doubt it. My family knows you, maybe not your physical form, but they have heard stories and seen endless pictures. They will love you because I love you. If you get overwhelmed, you can always sit back and watch, they’ll understand. Most importantly, I will understand. I wish I could hold you as Mum introduces you to everyone. I told her to hold off, but she’s excited. Brad will be on the floor, and I know you enjoy that. You’re in safe hands.”

“I love you. Thank you. I know it’s your day, and I’m making it all about me.”

Harry shushes you, “hey, hey. We’re a team. Your feelings are just as important as mine. Now give me a kiss.”

You loved him, simple as that. He was the missing piece in your life.

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The show was like no other. Harry, from the moment he got on stage, radiated happiness. The fans were the loudest they had been all week, filling you with so much joy. Anne told you to join her at the family box, but you decided to be on the floor as close to Harry as possible by the Jonny pod; you noticed Harry favored the side more, knowing his dear friend was in the audience tonight. From surprise songs to dancing and Mitch receiving his Grammy, you knew it would be a night you would never forget. As Harry began his encore with “Sign of the Times,” the rain started falling, and so did your tears. The fact that over 90 thousand people were here for Harry said enough. They chose to spend their evening with him, and he delivered to make it memorable.

You didn’t even notice that Brad captured a photo of you staring at Harry on stage with a giant smile and hands over your heart you would only see later when Harry made it his lock screen. Harry thanks the crowd for a magical night stating over and over again that he’s never been happier.

Brad wraps an arm around you and walks you towards Harry, who’s sharing long hugs and meaningful words with his bandmates. This is the man you love, and there’s nothing you’d change about it. You followed Harry to the dressing room, wanting a moment alone before the madness. Harry bounces around quickly to change, removing the overalls and shimming them down his waist. He slips on shorts, throws on a random shirt, and puts on his new Adidas Love on Tour sweater with his initials.

You lean against the door admiring him in all his glory. He didn’t bother for a shower, too eager to see everyone.

“I’m proud of you,” you whisper. “I know it might not mean much, but I am.”

Harry pauses, finishes tying his shoe, and walks over to you. He stops before you, his hands finding a home on your cheeks. “It means the world. Don’t ever think it doesn’t. We might only have been together for two months, but my heart has loved you my entire life. You being here is enough. I could feel your love from the stage.”

He connects your lips together, and you melt against him. Harry breathes life into you, and you never want him to stop. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, Harry. So much.”

“Good. Let’s go mingle.” You move away from the door and make your way outside when he tugs you back in. “Forgot one last thing.”

He hurries over to his bag, pulls out an identical sweater, and hands it to you. You accept it moving and look it over. Your eyes quickly find your initials on the right side, similar to his.

“Harry—this isn’t necessary.”

Harry shrugs, “it was your idea.”

You don’t fight him as he slips off your red leather jacket and helps you slip on the thin material. He fixes the collar making sure none of your hair is tucked under. Harry decides you look good, giving you a pat on the butt. “Now we can go.”

Harry held your hand as you walked over to the area Jeff had set up for the celebration. He mentioned there would be another location later in the night, but it would be good to let the crowds outside die out. On your walk over, Harry told you about outfits and signs he saw in the crowd. How overwhelmed he came when the rain came down. He felt at home.

You expressed how much fun you had, told Harry how Jeff and Tommy taught you the boot scoot during “Treat People,” and assured him many videos of your failed attempt were taken. Harry paused outside the door where you could hear the loud chatter, and you knew what was waiting for you behind those doors. Harry shoots you a look, and you give him a reassuring smile letting him know it’s okay to go in.

The cheers are loud when the man of the hour walks in. Everyone was quick to gather around him. You try to sneak away, but his grip on your hand stays tight. Every person who thanks him, he makes sure to introduce you.

“Love, go celebrate. It’s alright. I’ll be fine,” you tell him in a low voice.

Harry shakes his head, instead kissing you and pulling you along to meet and chat with new people. You felt a bit overwhelmed, but everyone has been so sweet. They asked where you were from? Scotland. What was your job? An editor. How did you meet? Coffee Shop. How proud were you? Immensely.

You kept trying to hang back, but Harry seemed to notice when you drifted away. He would kiss you and ask for your input in the conversation. You told him you were getting a drink and would be back momentarily, except you got a vodka cranberry and hid in a corner. Harry found you when your drink was half gone.

“Babyyy,” he called out. “Missed you.”

You felt your cheeks heat up as he wrapped himself around you. He moved you away from the wall, making you face the crowd, his hands around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“I love you,” he whispered.

You lean against him, happy to be wrapped in his arms, feeling safe. “I love you, bub.”

Harry takes a sip of your drink and hums at the bitterness of the cranberry. He knows you’re a social drinker because it allows you to relax and not be as anxious. You and Harry get lost in your world as you let him talk your ear off. He tells you about people around the room, who they are, and how they’ve helped them. Surprisingly, Harry can name everyone in the room, though it shouldn’t shock you much. It’s just the type of person he is.

Your boyfriend is an affectionate person. He loves having a hand on the small of your back or your hand in his. He wants to be close because he says he wants makeup when he’s away. Some would say it makes him look clingy, but lucky for you, you love his touch; it’s comforting. You could feel his smile against your skin as he planted kisses on your face.

Even while in your corner, people come up to you. When they see Harry begin to kiss your shoulder or whisper in your ear, they excuse themselves. You can’t help but feel you are keeping Harry from celebrating with everyone, not realizing he’s happy to celebrate with you in his arms.

“Harry! Sue!” Is yelled from across the room. You see a short, dirty-haired blonde yell and wave for him, but Harry is too busy peppering kisses all over your neck to realize.

“Bubby, love. They’re calling for you.”

He hums against your neck. “I’m perfect here.”

You sigh because the yelling continues, and you’re starting to feel overwhelmed because he’s not celebrating. Instead, Harry is ensuring you’re not nervous, which seems like the most boring job in the world. He should be taking shots with friends and telling stories about the last four nights.

“Go on, I’ll be right behind you,” you promise him.

Harry tightens his hold on you, “baby, you sure?”

“Yes, no go. I’ll even bring you a drink.”

“Te–”

“Tequila neat,” you tease. “I know you.”

Harry pecks your lips once, twice, and a third time before making his way across the room, but not before looking over his shoulder one last time at you. You shoot him a wink and exaggerate, looking at his bum and making him laugh. He moves his hips a little extra just for you. As Harry easily falls into the conversation, you use this moment as an opportunity for a breather.

You were alone for around five minutes when you heard footsteps coming your way. You were in a corridor that led you out to the stage if you continued walking down but stopped halfway, knowing no one would come this way. You were wrong.

Harry is who you expected to see, but to your surprise, it’s Gemma, his older sister.

“Hi,” you greet softly. The conversations with Gemma have been short, but from what you can tell, she’s wise beyond her years and always ready to listen.

“You okay?” She asks, straight to the point.

“A bit loud,” you gesture towards the hallway where the music can still be heard.

She nods, “I get that.” Gemma looks around before moving to stand next to you shoulder to shoulder. “Are you okay?” She asks again.

You sigh, “I—i-i.”

“A bit much for a family gathering.”

“A bit,” you exhale, knowing Gemma understands what you might be feeling.

“It’s the perfect opportunity, I feel. I did forget how overwhelming it was. I don’t even remember my boyfriend’s first family gathering.”

“Are you saying I won’t remember this in a few years?”

“Oh, you’re never forgetting tonight.” She smirks, “unless you keep drinking.”

You scrunch your nose at the thought. “Better not.”

The two of you stand in silence, and you know it’s because Gemma is giving you a minute to gather your thoughts.

“I just—I love Harry. I do. I hope you don’t doubt that, but I don’t know how to celebrate when you’ve all been here for him every step of the way. Year after year.”

Gemma deflates, “oh, Y/N.”

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have—” Gemma cuts you off.

“It’s okay,” she assures you. “It’s difficult because of his job, not because of who he is. But trust me when I say he loves you.” Gemma’s words are firm, and you believe her. As an older sister, you would do anything to protect your siblings but never lie to someone important.

“Harry talks about you every chance he gets. Did you know Y/N ran a marathon? She’s swam with sharks in a reservation center. Y/N’s CPR certified. She edited and helped publish five number-one books this year,” Gemma rambles off. “We all know so much because he’s proud and wants to share it with those close to him.”

“I-I didn’t know.” You let all of this process, but it’s a shock because some of the things Gemma listed mean nothing, but clearly, to him, mean everything.

“Everyone in that room,” Gemma points over her shoulder, “knows who you are and what you mean to him.”

“Everyone?” You whisper. It doesn’t feel real. You’d never been so loved, and it might be why you’re feeling overwhelmed because he wants to bask in your love. It’s not a show; it’s simply his way of showing he loves you in front of everyone he cares about.

“Celebrate how you want but know all we want is to see him happy. It’s clear as day that you make him happy. This is the happiest I’ve seen him, and it’s because of you. Maybe even happier than selling out Wembley.”

“Thank you, Gemma.” She hugs you tight, and it’s so familiar yet different from Harry’s. His is light and full of love, while Gemma’s is tight and warm. “He wrote you a beautiful song.” You’re referring to “Sweet Creature,” which he dedicated to her tonight.

“It’s a special one. Don’t worry. I hear you’ll be getting yours soon enough,” she teases. “I’ll see you inside.”

A few seconds later, someone else joins you. It’s as if your body knows who it is without seeing them because you feel the familiar flutter in your stomach as his smell wraps around you.

“Baby, where did you go?” Harry whines. Baby is a term of endearment that comes out a lot when he’s had more than one to drink. It’s your favorite during these times.

“I’m here,” you open your arms, and he happily falls in your embrace. “I’m proud of you, love.” You run a hand through the back of his head, keeping him close.

“Thank you, baby.”

“Like really proud. You’re so loved. What you do is incredible. I feel so lucky to be able to love you.”

Harry pulls back, and you see his beautiful eyes glistening with tears threatening to fall soon. “I love you.”

You press your lips against his and put all your love into the kiss. You wish you could spend the rest of the night kissing him, but there is more celebrating to do. Harry doesn’t let you pull away, instead deepening the kiss. You melt against him, forgetting your worries and enjoying this moment with him. A moment only for the two of you to remember.

“Let’s keep celebrating, my love,” you whisper against his lips.

“Still nervous?” He checks.

“Only a smidge.”

Harry smiles, “that’s okay. I’ll hold your hand.”

“You won’t let go?”

“Never,” he promises.

As you return to the party holding tight to his hand, he asks an important question. “Can I keep kissing you?”

Your laugh rings loud, echoing through Harry’s heart. You bring your hand up to rest at the back of his neck and pull him down for a kiss. “As much as you like.”

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euphoricimagination · 8 months

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First Interactions

Feat. Oikawa, Kuroo & Osamu

Oikawa

Your friend has been bugging you for what feels like forever for you to go to see the volleyball team practice with her, and you have been denying it for the same time. It’s not like you didn’t know that you it school was one of the power houses in the whole Miyagi when it comes to volleyball, you did know that. You’ve seen them play, and you actually like them enough to go to support them in official matches.

It’s the amount of girls screaming what annoyed you.

You understand it, really, Oikawa IS handsome and has a flirty personality, it’s no wonder so many girls like him. But you’ve never been fan of loud places when it’s not in the appropriate place. On a real match? Sure, it makes sense to cheer loudly for them, but it was unnecessary loud on a practice match.

But still, your friend has tried so hard to convince you that you could at least accept once.

You were entering the gym, but since you didn’t come here often outside of PE classes, you enter the building through the normal doors instead of the ones leading to the viewing area. A big mistake from your part.

You could hear the sneakers running around, the loud sounds of the ball hitting the players arms. Seijoh versus a school named Karasuno. After a point passed to your team, you started looking for some stairs to get out of the floor, completely missing that the infamous Oikawa was about to serve.

A loud sound from his arm hitting the ball and a loud sound from the ball hitting the court was enough to make you look that way. Just on time to see the ball coming directly at you with an ungodly speed and force. You hear some screams your way, but couldn’t make up what they were saying to you, you were only able to lift up your hand right before the impact.

Before you realize it you were on the floor, your wrist hurting so much that you couldn’t even scream in pain. Your ears were ringing, your eyes were watery; yet you could hear sneakers getting closer and some shadows appearing in front of you. They were moving their mouths, but you couldn’t make up any sound until someone kneel in front of you, making you sit properly while holding one of you arms.

“Hey, are you okay? Can you hear me?” you finally were able to process, your vision less blurry helping you make out the brown hair and worry eyes of the perpetrator of the serve. A bunch of the players looking at you with worry

“My…my wrist” you say. At that Oikawa takes your wrist on his hand carefully, making you gasp in pain

“She should go to the infirmary, Oikawa’s serves are strong for a normal person to take” one of the coaches say as the players quickly start to disperse to resume the game

“I suggest Shittykawa to take her there. He hurt her, he should do it” said the spikey black hair dude, hitting the back of the Captain’s neck when he complained “or I could always punch you”

“Okay, okay, I’ll take her” Oikawa says, helping you up carefully “Let’s go”

The walk towards the infirmary wasn’t long, but it was awkward to the say the least. You knew he didn’t hit you on purpose, yet you didn’t know what to say to him. Once there, the nurse instructed him to hold an ice package on your wrist for a few minutes before bandaging it up, so you both stayed in silence sitting there, you in a horrible pain.

“I’m…I’m sorry” he finally says “I did saw you there, but I didn’t thought the ball will go directly at you. I’m still working on controlling that serve”

“It’s okay, I guess I shouldn’t have enter that way” you also say

“No, it’s totally my fault” he lifts up his head, looking at you with a small smirk on “if I didn’t knew better I would think that you did this just so I could hold your hand”

“You are full of yourself, not everyone likes you, you know?” you defended yourself, hearing him laugh

“And yet I’ve seen you in every match I’ve played” he smirks again, making you blush. He has noticed you multiple times, something about you always makes his eyes find you even in the largest of crowds. Maybe it was because you absolute indifference towards him in particular, maybe it was because you solely seem to focus on the sport, but that was enough to spark some interest in him.

“Me liking volleyball has nothing to do with you” you say blushing

“Sure…Let’s have a fresh start, okay? One that doesn’t involve me hurting your wrist?” he smiles at you, that smile that he gives whenever he wants something. And that something now was getting to know you.

After returning to the gym, this time entering through the right doors, your friends greets you excitedly, asking a bunch of questions about Oikawa. However now you’re with a hurt wrist and a promise to grab some coffee after the match finishes.

Kuroo

You were late.

You were on cleaning duty for your class today and were supposed to meet your classmate around 10 minutes ago to start arranging the tables and chairs, but something had happened in the subway and you had to go on a big detour just to be able to arrive on time.

You quickly took the school shoes out of your locker and put them on, getting it done on a record time in comparison of how you normally do it. However, is well known that speed can blind you from your surroundings, which was the case here.

Kuroo had arrived while you were getting ready to put your shoes on. On a normal morning he would say hi to you, after all his shoe locker was a mere few rows away from yours, but he saw how quickly you were doing your things. Honestly, he didn’t even knew that your locker was near his. He had see you around more than one more time, walking to your classrooms, on school events and such, and he honestly had thought more than one more time how pretty and elegant you were; however, since he has captain duties early in the morning and until late in the afternoon, he hadn’t found the time to properly greet you.

Until you bumped into him.

Once you were ready with your shoes on you immediately turn around to run towards the classroom; however, instead of finding a free corridor, you only found something sturdy in your way, crashing directly on it and almost falling if it wasn’t for some arms wrapping quickly around your waist. You look up to find out that you had bump into the chest of the one and only Kuroo Tetsurou, the captain of the volleyball team that was making noise not only for his handsome looks but also for how smart he was. When did he got here? How did you not noticed? Those were the questions running around your head.

“Sorry! I didn’t see you arrive” you say apologetic, only to receive a light laugh and a big smile

“No problem! Be careful though, speed is a curse, it narrows your view and makes it harder to breathe” he says, stabilizing you before letting you go “what are you even rushing for?”

“Eh... I’m late, I’m on cleaning duty today” you manage to mumble, still in shock

“Late? It’s 7.15 and classes start at 8.45, I would say that’s plenty of time to get your class ready” he smirks at you, which grows even wider once you realize the time.

“Ah” it’s the only thing you manage to say, it turns out you weren’t even late. This only makes him laugh louder

“Well” he starts saying as he stops laughing “since you’re here already and I could probably bet you didn’t even had breakfast, want to go and grab something from the convenience store with me?”

“Ehh…sure, why not” you say quite embarrassed, chuckling at your own mistake “I’m Yn by the way”

“Kuroo Tetsurou” he smiles at you widely “next time take things slowly, okay?” he says as he waits for you to change back your shoes. Sure, he had to be at the gym by now, but he could arrive late once in a while for occasions like this.

Osamu

Your day has been getting worse and worse by the second…or at least that’s what it feels like right now.

First thing in the morning you somehow managed to get your locker confused with someone else’s, almost getting into problems when a teacher find you there. Then you received a bad grade for a test that you actually did study for. And now that it’s lunch break you made one of the Miya’s fan girls mad by simply existing.

Well, being in the same class as Miya Atsumu has always been full of squeals of girls, random confessions throughout the day, and an unbearable amount of random gifts sparse through the floor; so in a way you were used to being around those type of girls. Today, however, your teacher decided to pair you up with the famous Miya.

It’s not like you didn’t like Atsumu, despite his cockiness he’s actually quite nice and even caring; which showed when he approached you during lunch break and sit with you when he saw you alone in there. It was a great gesture, you knew that he did it so you wouldn’t be left alone, and you knew that he didn’t know what the implications for that may be.

His fans were staring at you like you were the most disgusting person ever.

This lasted until Atsumu had to leave to some quick meet up with his team, when one of those girls decided to drop her water on you ‘accidentally’. This leads you here, outside of the school grounds and in front of the vending machine trying to buy a goddamn coffee to feel some comfort through this horrible day. But of course, the machine decided to not work this time, it didn’t even gave you your money back. Nothing could be going worse today.

“Fuck!” you cry in despair, kicking the vending machine to release some of your lock down emotions

“Hard day?” you hear from behind as you lay your forehead in the cold machine

“Horrible” you whisper without even looking back

“I saw my brother talking to ya through lunch, did some of those stupid girls did something to ya?” you hear, making you curious about who was talking to you. The other famous twin was looking at you in a mixture of confusion and empathy as you turn around and lay your back against the machine

“Yeah, but honestly the whole day has been awful” you admit to him “and now I can’t even drink coffee”

“Ha! That machine has some weird tricks on it” he says, moving closer to it and carefully moving you aside. He puts some coins on it and press the button hard, the sound of the drink going down as he puts more money to buy something else. Right after he hands you one of the drinks, the coffee you tried to buy, not before opening it up for you “Ye’re Yn, right? I’m Osamu, my idiot brothe r has said some things about ya, how ya were a good classmate and all”

“Yeah, that’s me” you drink a sip of the warm coffee, finally some comfort rushing through your veins. You didn’t know if it was for the coffee or Osamu though “Thank you for the drink”

“Well of course, if ye’re having a terrible day I can at least offer ya some coffee” he says with a small smile. He has heard some things about you from Atsumu, however he recently started to notice you himself whenever you both go to the nearest convenience store to buy some food or when you pass next to him in the halls, always exchanging a snarky remark with his brother and a polite smile to him

“I can’t wait to this day to be over” you sigh

“Ya know, our captain just told us we don’t have practice today…do ya wanna go grab some food after class?”

“Food? After class?” you say incredulous

“Yeah, that way ya have something better to look forward until the day is over. It’ll be my treat too”

You look at him surprised at the sudden invitation, and honestly, a little worried as well, he also had a lot of fans here. However he was right, this day has been one of the worst ones so far, so why not take this opportunity to go out with this boy?

“Sure” you smile

“Then look forward for that instead. See ya” he says leaving, a smile on his face too.

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underfart-snas · 9 months

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i’m going to preface this by saying this will be hard to read. for those who have had to deal with a lot of familial trauma, csa, and various other things really. you’re being warned now.

it is not anything fun, light, or happy. i will not answer questions from anyone. i will not stop people from their comments or tags but i will not look at opinions or attempt to change them. good or bad, i’m too tired to change anyone’s minds or matters on the subject. while i am regretful and sorry for many things, i know this won’t change much.

i’m not looking for forgiveness. i'm looking for closure.

i will not argue on how i’m a good person, or how any behavior in the past was justifiable or right. it was wrong. i still fuck up to this day trying to be human. at this point, all i want is to speak up about what i had to go through and why things ended the way they did with hopefully a more clear sense of perspective as to why i made what i did. and then i would like to move on.

flowerfell ended in disaster from all sides. a story i, the friends i made along with it and worked deeply with during it all, held very dear for our own reasons. be it to express the hardship of survival, to cope with the progression of loss, or having hope in finding small things to live for and learning to find love in friendships, family or otherwise that we couldn’t have in life. it was a big story for everyone, and i understand not everyone got the message. people have not been kind. i’ve seen equal sides of good and bad come from it.

i won’t argue about the shipping aspects. people are right in believing i liked what i liked, and whether or not they hated that was up to them. i had my personal reasons and i never intended for it to be a malicious thing, but i understand people’s headstrong thoughts on the canons or otherwise. I didn't like to go out of my way to shove it in people's faces, which is why i scrapped later stories that were pressured to be frans related and instead made them into personal characters.

it’s fucked up seeing people get chased and hurt over fictional things. things that aren’t physically harming anyone, at least when they’re contained properly. things you shouldn’t be actively looking for if you don’t like it. things that people may actually be doing to cope with their own trauma. i watch so many people looking for hate, or reasons to be angry. i think that adds to much sadness overall. i can’t say much for those who don’t go about tagging things properly for those who don’t want to see things other than "please work on that."

when i played undertale, i lived vicariously through frisk as i played. they were quite frankly, a blank slate. i was able to self-insert in a way. due to story aspects, i felt the monsters were like... old old. like ancient beings that lived lives unfathomably long beyond the human lifespan. beyond the passage of time.

i fell in love with characters and aspects and ideas it gave. i fell in love with it’s world, the possibility of other worlds like it, and exciting wacky hijinks. i took interest in others making au's and thought about how i could make my own. what my own life lacked or couldn’t give me. the family and friends i found through it.

toby really kicked everyone’s ass with this one, and i hope he does it again and again. and i pray he continues to succeed. because he made something beautiful.

now for what i had to deal with, during the failed attempt of making my story…

i have had to process a lot of neglect from family and home in recent years. though i’m older now, it still hurts. things still linger and sting harder than they should. they say it gets better but it really sticks and comes back in many ways that make life so much harder than it should be. it’s only made harder when people want you to be better, but it takes time to get there. sometimes people can't be with each other because of it, which is something i've had to learn over and over again. it takes so much time and it takes it away from everything you hope can be good and great in your life.

growing up was a nightmare. i’ve had to grow up with abandonment from my mom. neglect from my dad. i've had to deal with them trying to reach back out and my feelings on whether or not it's deserved. or if i'm even ready to handle it yet. many times i'm not.

i’ve had to deal with surgery to fix my body from disgusting and life ending deformation as a toddler which still leaves scars on my body today. my family has told me i’m lucky to even be alive. sometimes i almost wish it took me, because the world is cruel. but at the same time, i want to live so, so badly.

i’ve had to deal with manipulation and rape from someone almost ten years older than me in household when i was just a child. from five to nine. threats of being compliant and not to speak up or else my life was in danger. being physically trapped for hours while my body was a tool. later this fell onto another child of a caretaker for my sister, which is the only reason i got away from it. so i never got the chance to speak up myself and that effects me to this day. i was told years later this same thing happened to my older, severely autistic sister prior. someone who literally cannot verbally communicate or function without help from another. my grandmother telling me she left before because my father didn’t believe her. this all meaning, this is something that could have never happened.

i've had to handle my grandmother’s physical and verbal abuse for the rest of the those years after she came back to take care of my sister. my sister didn't escape abuse either. i would be stuck listening to her convince me as i got older and barely making it out of school that wouldn’t ever survive on my own. that i would never make it. that i would never find love. that i’d be eating fucking “saltines and ketchup” on the streets. i’ve had to deal with eating disorder because of her and various other disgusting shit i don’t want to add that the fear had made me succumb to. i didn’t leave my room for days at a time unless i was forced to. i didn’t sleep properly, to the point of passing out for minutes at a time. anyone who used to come to streams would know, i used to fall asleep while drawing with my brother. in many ways, my grandmother has made me so functionally stagnant, which is so hard to combat now.

cutting out all the general silliness and nonsense i would make just to smile once in a while, my art and flowerfell was an escape for me. it was a way to express my pain and hope that there was some sort of out. that there were friends to be made and love to be had. family to be found. that if you’re strong enough maybe you can be redeemable and make it to the end. frisk was hope. sans was strength. and all of the friends they were supposed to make along the way were support.

but at the same time, i clearly wasn’t able to handle the scale of what it became. i wasn’t ready for the crowd, i wasn’t ready to make a coherent and straight story, and was too giving and lenient. i wasn't ready for the "godlihood" people were pressing on me when i was just a normal person. it made making real friends a hassle. i didn't know who was honest or using me. many people have used me.

i was scared after it fell apart and got toxic. that people can take and twist and hate no matter how hard you try. i didn’t understand a lot of things back then or how to defend myself. i didn't understand how to combat theft, i didn't understand fiction kin, i didn't understand self care or boundaries for others and myself. i didn't understand a lot of things. i try really hard to understand now.

for all intents and purposes, it was getting septic. i was getting septic at that time and for some time after. and because of that i lost not only my story, but my friends and my sanity. i wasn’t able to keep it together for them or myself. i was hurt and hurting others by proxy. and i am so sorry for it. all of it.

i was only saved by finally being taken away from home by someone who actually took a chance on me. someone who made time for me even when i was getting reclusive. someone who loves me through all of that even if i hurt them terribly in the process, and may even still in all the faults i'm working on. despite everything, they're still with me today.

to this day i find flowerfell hard to look at without feeling various stages of grief. i have many degrees of anger and sadness, at times hopeless acceptance. not necessarily towards anyone anymore, but that i was unable to finish it. or felt i was unable to. that i'm unable to surpass it. that i was so fearful of loss and parts of myself being taken away when i already felt i had so little. how it blinded me to what good i had at so many times. how it’s destroyed my ability to create and fall in love with characters i like or make, and their worlds. no matter how hard i try now. that it’s taken my ability to trust, communicate, and form steady relationships with people. how it effects even those who have stayed and try so hard. that it’s taken my ability to share and feel safe doing so. even with people i'm close with today.

even situations on how helpful it’s been for people over the years, and deeper connections to self or others they’ve found in the progression of time because of it. i’m not unhappy for those who have, i’m grateful that people have found their hearts in it. it was made with unfathomable love and there’s incredible pain on having given up continuing what could have been more. what else people could have connected with or felt. there was so much i didn’t get to share, and got too angry and scared to give.

i grew to believe people didn’t deserve it anymore because of what i and my friends at the time were going through. i no longer wanted to feel hurt. i no longer wanted my friends to be hurt. and i violently took it away into myself, which has hurt me even more over the years.

i want to believe people would have liked the ending, and anything that would come after that. it was going to have a good ending.

later i would find the fear of parts being taken would be connected to discovering plurality in myself, and recently finding out in therapy i’m probably not too separated from my sister in being on the spectrum, adding to all of that and more. i’d have to process that feelings became separated and another struggle to deal with. that i was dissociating from everything so hard these feelings are expressed as their own apart from me, but still with me. that this was my way of not being alone with what i had. it is not a kind thing. while they're like family to me, it is also a cage.

it would take me years to actually discover what this was properly, having to go through a whole ordeal of manipulation and problems from that alone. i would have to deal with them also being stolen and taken advantage of due to complacency and misunderstanding. which has made every bit of fear with what came before twice as difficult. however, i've also had good people along the way, and i hope they stay with me for a very long time.

because of this i’ve learned a lot about systems and kinships and reasons why these exist. how these things can make people feel at home. i have changed a lot of views on it and how these things help people, even if they’re strange at times… i’m not mad about it anymore. if it helps people it helps people. other people are trying to survive too. i just ask people be respectful about it.

i don’t hate fanart or others trying to make stories anymore. as someone who struggles now with even a fraction of creating any amount of work i used to, i’m more glad than not that it’s encouraging people to improve and move forward. but i won’t ever accept discredit because at the root it is mine still. i made this for myself before i made it for others. it will always be a part of me, even if painful now.

i’m just tired. i’m tired and i hope over time i’ll be able to rest.

sigh.

to kaze, your document is faithful and i won’t argue that any of it is wrong or malicious. there was a lot missing from that video that could and should have been added. it wasn't just about shipping, but a lot more. i hope people will leave you and others alone about flowerfell and ship nonsense at the end of the day. especially when your stories were wonderful and aren’t hurting anyone. while we’re not on good terms, i do wish them a very "fuck off and move on."

however, i will not accept the statement that you were helpful to my mental health, or to others involved to begin with. trying to be, maybe, but it faltered.

apart from encouraging anger towards the fanbase either on my or by your own hands, flipping the switch between telling me to keep going and giving up. you fully took advantage of the complacency i had to go through at home to survive and had to unlearn for many years prior. you weaponized your problems at home onto us. this compiled everything, probably for both of us. this would only continue on to my system in many ways.

you actively encouraged suicidal behavior within the group, provoking my brother into a pact at his lowest. you took advantage of me and my brother mentally and sexually. knowing full well of our issues and my own csa, you still crossed lines. doing or sharing things without warning or prior consent and conversation, at times even within public groups. fighting back or saying something about these things were difficult because everyone was sensitive at the time. even if things were jokes at times, it didn't always come across that way.

i watched blind fight so hard for you in many ways even when they were struggling so badly with their own physical health, even staying in the end. i don't know if they're doing well or are still there now which is another string of worries.

what hurt the most is that for years you blamed me for an attempt because i “didn’t love you enough to talk to you or be honest” and held it over my head instead of explaining until the very last second before i left that it was because of home. you continued to comment in ways up until that point, then deleting things as if i couldn’t see logs. every single day i thought you were going to just be gone in an instant without warning. that i and others would lose one of our best friends. i grew so afraid of talking to you because of this. i was scared to hurt people more in anger of that. it is still something that terrifies me to this day.

flowerfell wasn’t the break of our friendship, it was the inability to handle the weight of taking care of someone who was unwilling to work on themself on top of all of that, while being unable to take care of myself at the same time. not being enough. that nothing of what little i could give would ever fix what was happening, and that i was being used as an escape method. much like my brother was. we weren’t good for each other anymore. and while i wanted to keep holding on, many people told me i had to let go and they were right. i'm sorry that it wasn't completely by my own voice that i let go.

i don’t even hate you anymore, if i even ever really did to begin with. the most i get is mad and i may say the word "hate" in anger, and that is entirely my own fault for checking in once in a while to see if you’re still breathing or getting better. because i cared a long fucking time and i think parts of me still do. i can’t say there weren’t fond memories or good times and i still have gifts i won’t throw away. and i won’t discredit that i do see you trying really hard for yourself now, which is a hopeful feeling and all i and others ever wanted. even if we may never speak directly again, because i don’t think that would be good for either of us, i hope it keeps going well.

but i don’t think you have the right to say i’m a bad person as if you weren’t just as bad yourself. you effected me and others just as badly.

we don't have to forgive each other. but i do hope, after a long time, we can forgive ourselves.

just a last little edit:

before you start congratulating someone who added to the entire severity of literally everything, understand this:

we were not driven by her or her alone. this is not her fucking win. this is the result of friends and good people saying we should speak up and needed to be heard for years. this is because we have support we actually feel safe with and finally decided we're fucking tired. we didn’t speak simply because she put out some silly little document. she only added to the fucking misery that everyone else has brought on about this!

this is for ourselves!! thanks! and goodbye! - =D

#flowerfell #flowerfell au #frans #tw csa

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From what we’ve seen so far it almost looks like Carlos has been trying to make it easier for Charles? Take the chili plushie clip, Carlos is clearly teary eyed but he still tries to make Charles laugh. He is the one who’s hurting but he puts his own hurt aside because he notices that Charles is sad too and he has to make him laugh, because if there’s something else I’ve noticed in the past years is that Carlos loves seeing Charles happy

Anon! Firstly, are you the same anon from the other day? Let me kiss your brain, because I love talking about these boys so so so much and for some reason people really enjoyed the conversation we had. Anyway!!!! Let's talk about this for a second. Carlos is definitely having a hard time. If we're going blindly on the timeline, we have to assume Carlos knows about his exit from Ferrari ever since before the Dakar finale, (this is just especulation, though, because we don't know for certain) and he sort of, kind of, blew off Ferrari and the Maranello trials to go celebrate with his dad. Pretty sure he wouldn't have done this if he didn't have enough leverage on Ferrari because the trials at Maranello are SUPER important, but first, his dad just won Dakar at his age, and then he's like: well, I mean, I'm getting kicked out of the team anyway and I won't be active during the development of the next car, so, whatever, let's just do this,-- and he went and did it. That's my idea. He needed to be with his father because they all knew. I'm pretty sure they even knew during the training camp at Madrid / Portugal because he's surrounded by friends and already doing the absolute most to get in an amazing shape because he needs to be his best version this year. But-- then when he meets up with Charles again, Charles even feels blindsided. Because like I said previously, Lewis is Lewis. And he comes with sponsors and 7 world titles and his experience and all of a sudden Charles isn't really Ferrari's most important figure inside the team. So they're both trying to soothe each other. Because for the first time ever, Charles doesn't feel like the golden boy, he probably even feels like Ferrari did him dirty (that's what I would've thought, anyway) because who pays two or three times your salary to your second driver? Not any team, that's for certain. Carlos was stability for Charles and it's like his world was thrown off its axis. They were equals, similar in status, genuinely a good team. Charles feels bad and Carlos sees it, because he's lost his teammate, they were supposed to beat Ferrari's record of the teammates that lasted longer and now, well.

And Carlos knows this, and sees Charles handling it just as bad as himself and goes: well. If I don't have to think about this, and make him laugh, then neither of us need to focus on this, right? And the first challenge rolls around and he's tired but Charles is doing his best so why not sing until Charles' annoyed so he doesn't have to see how bone-tired Carlos is? He's sort of protecting Charles' heart by protecting his own. And then there's the little chili and I can simply see Carlos' thought process: this is the last first race of the year with Ferrari, and someone gifted him a chili. And he's chili and he's smooth operator and he's supposed to be fine, but his throat closes up and his eyes fill with tears and he doesn't want Charles to see him like this but it's so much. So he tries to laugh it off. And when he sees that Charles is also thinking the same thing he says, well. At least we're in this together. So he makes Charles laugh by saying he was a chili, too. We don't know what he means, but Charles is so fond and so filled with nostalgia that he laughs, anyway, even though his throat is dry and his eyes are filled with tears. And he gets to keep the chili plushie after Carlos reminded him they're supposed to part ways.

Remember Monza 2022? When Carlos completely ignored the woman who was guiding him to the back of the track so he could follow protocol? And he broke protocol to ask Charles if he was okay? Yeah, that's Carlos, to me. And I no longer feel like he's the only one capable of doing that for Charles, I really have seen Charles fight british and italian press and tell them to respect Carlos' last year in Ferrari, and I see Charles perfectly capable to soothe Carlos as much as Carlos has tried to soothe him. Because he's mourning in front of all of us, basically. And Carlos did go to Jeddah not only to help Ollie, but for Charles' sake, too. Did you see the smile Charles had on his face when they asked him about Carlos and he said that he'd called Senior and he'd told him that it was all okay and that he might've been going to the track later that day? He's doing that in front of all of us, showing us how much Carlos means to him. This is the best and worst time for Charlos fans right now and we have to deal with these two behaving like that for the rest of the year. I don't know how we're going to cope. Again, thank you for sending me these, because I just love to type until I don't make any sense.

#Charlos #Carlos Sainz Jr #Charles Leclerc #vic talks #ask #anon #i'm sorry if this makes even less sense than the previous one #it's been a weird week and it's like let's talk about charlos to cope #again don't just like the post TELL ME YOUR THOUGHTS!#1655 #c square #charlos thoughts

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loveforsatoru · 3 months

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Loved You Then, Love You Now- Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader (Chapter 3: Kisses)

4/2/07:

The sun is beginning to rise as Shoko lazily walks around campus. She got back from her friend's place not too long ago, but decided to take a smoke break outside before going in. She didn’t want to wake you.

She’s leaning against the railing of the building, dozing off and letting her mind wander until she feels someone approach her. She looks to her side and it’s Suguru.

“You look roughed up.” She says, passing him her cigarette which he gladly accepts, taking a long drag.

“Yeah. I’ve been walking around town since last night. You should have seen what happened after you left.” He runs a hand through his hair a little too forcefully, like he was trying to rip the strands out.

“Calm down. At this rate, you’ll be bald before you hit 20. Tell me what happened.”

“Y/n and Satoru.” That's all he says, but it’s enough to give Shoko an idea of what he’s talking about.

“Oh yeah? What about them?” She smirks, chest swelling with pride. Only the second day and things are already happening. She can’t wait to see how this is going to play out in the long run.

“He had her in his arms or whatnot. She hugged back, gripping onto him like he was her lifeline. Pretty sure she was crying too. I don’t know why. He told me to stay quiet so as to not divert her attention away from him, and I did. I’ve been walking around since then, and haven't even gone back to my dorm room.” He flicks the cigarette off the railing, and begins picking at his bottom lip. He doesn’t remember the last time something like this has bothered him. He and Satoru rarely have any issues that deal with girls because they have different types. So why is it suddenly a problem when you’re here?

“So you’re jealous?” She asks, tongue clicking against the roof of her mouth. She doesn’t pull her stare away from the rising sun ahead of them.

“I don’t know? I don’t like her like that, so I don’t have a clue on why it’s bothering me this much. She’s been here for less than 48 hours but it feels like an eternity. I don’t want to bring it up to Satoru, not yet at least. I’d feel bad for coming in between them if he has feelings for her.” He groans, holding his head in the palms of his hands.

“It sounds to me like you’re in denial.”

“What are you talking about?”

She shakes her head, feeling like she’s the only one who has any common sense around here. “What do you think I’m talking about? You clearly have feelings for her. You just don’t want to admit it because you want to keep up some nonchalant attitude, carefree as if nothing bothers you. It’s fine to let go every once in a while. You’ll kill yourself if you keep this up.”

“I get what you mean, but it’s too early for me to decide if I have feelings for her or not. You know I’m not the type to rush into things without confirmation. The last thing I want to do is steal her away from Satoru just to find out that I was confused and don’t actually like her.”

Shoko rolls her eyes and makes a mocking face at him which he reciprocates.

“Whatever, do what you want. But don’t deny the fact that she is cute and you could potentially see yourself with her.”

“Whoever can’t notice how attractive she is must be blind, that’s undeniable, but I don’t want to hurt anyone in the process. Myself, Satoru and y/n included.”

“Mature as always.”

She's right, for as long as she’s known Suguru, he’s never made a decision without thinking it through. He has a strong sense of morality, most look up to him because of it.

“Did she tell you anything about it? Satoru, that is?” He asks.

She places her hands on her hips. “Nah, but I did make a bet with her.”

“What bet? You need to stop betting money. You’ll end up a broke gambler.”

“That she’d end up with either you or Satoru as her soulmate.”

He goes wide eyed, face palming at her response.

“What made you bet on that of all things?”

“It was just a hunch, but you know my hunches are rarely ever wrong, so I had a pretty good feeling about it and bet her 15,000 yen. She seemed interested in Satoru when she first got here, it was written all over her face. My guess is, she didn’t speak much to him at first because he gave off a strange impression by getting up in her face and everything. You know how he can be, but then she went on to realize he’s also sweet and calm, not always opening his mouth. That’s one of Satoru’s best charms. He can be loud and outgoing, but serious and romantic when he feels he should be.”

He listens intently to her explanation. Of course, neither of them have 100% confirmation if this was the case, but even then, Suguru felt his heart get struck with jealousy.

“I guess you’re right. Is she in her dorm right now? If she’s awake then I want to talk to her. I won’t bring this up or anything, but I’m the only one who hasn’t had a one on one conversation with her.” His tone is racked with nervousness. He feels like he’s about to throw up at something that shouldn’t matter to him.

“I doubt she’s awake, but I’ll go check.”

Shoko pushes her body off the railing and heads towards your shared dorm. She looks through the peephole and sees all the lights are off, not to her surprise. She picks up the key from under the doormat and slowly opens the door.

“Y/n?” She quietly calls out, but no response.

She walks further into the dorm room, not bothering to take off her shoes.

That’s when she sees you and Satoru curled up together. His head is dipped in the crook of your neck while you both hold each other. He protectively has both his arms around you while you cling to him. The sight makes her eyes soften. She walks over and pulls the blanket over the two of you who’ve been relying on each other's body heat to stay warm throughout the night.

She walks out with a small smile on her face. Suguru is still waiting by the railing.

“Is she in there?” He asks.

“Yeah, but she’s out cold. You’ll have to talk to her some other time.”

“What’s with the smile? Did something happen?”

“I doubt you’ll wanna see for yourself, but Satoru’s in there with her. If the world came crashing down right now, they’d die holding each other from the looks of it.”

He does nothing but nod.

“Good to know.”

It’s now quiet. Too quiet for either of their likings as awkward tension fills the air. What could this mean for the trio's friendship and their newly brewing one with you?

“Well, I’m off to sleep. Goodnight.” He waves her goodbye and shoves his hands in his pockets, walking away with heavy steps.

Shoko feels bad, but she won’t interfere. She’ll watch from the sidelines and offer advice when needed. There’s still time, anything could happen.

…

The sun beams through the cracks of the large sliding door. You don’t know what time it is, but you must’ve overslept.

You groan and rub the sleep out of your eyes, but when you try to get up, something is holding you down. You look to the side and see Satoru sleeping peacefully, arms snug around your waist, preventing you from getting up. You try to pry out of his grip, but it’s no use. He just holds onto you harder every time you attempt to get away from him. It’s not like you want to. You’d spend the rest of the day in bed with him if you could, but you need to get up and get yourself ready. Shoko’s not in bed, so you assume she must’ve gotten up already, not that you saw her come in at any point in the night anyway.

“Satoru,” You whisper in his ear, fighting off a giggle due to his bed head and face full of sleep.

He only mumbles a “What?” before pulling you back down onto him and falling back into his slumber.

You squeak at the sudden movement and blush at the close proximity. He looks so peaceful.

You take the time to closely look at his features. His long, white lashes, soft cheeks, but sharp jawline, and his plump lips pursed into a small pout.

You kiss the tip of his nose and tuck your hair behind your ears to prevent it from falling in his face. Missing a few classes won’t hurt. If there’s anything super important, Suguru or Shoko would come in to tell you guys.

Speaking of Suguru, you didn’t even get to say goodbye to him yesterday, You’ll have to make it up somehow.

But that thought quickly slips into the back of your mind when you see Satoru’s eyes staring right back at yours, but you can’t tell what he’s thinking. Hardly anyone can.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and the way it picks up when you close the gap between your bodies.

“You.” His answer is plain and simple. You look up at him, expecting to see some form of teasing written on his face, but there wasn’t any. There was nothing but honesty in his words.

You feel a strange feeling overcome your body, it’s not bad, but it’s something you’ve never felt before. Years of isolation and abuse made you blind to these kinds of things. The sense of hope, happiness and love are all foreign to you. You can’t put your finger on why he’s making you feel this way. “Why?”

“What do you mean, why?”

“Nobody’s ever told me that before, so I assumed you were joking, but it was clear that you weren’t and that confused me.”

He leans up on his elbows, threading his fingers through your hair and brings you in closer, his lips grazing against yours.

The air is thick, he hasn’t spoken a word. Not even a sound. His head is swirling with thoughts of you and how bad he wants to feel your lips on his.

You gulp, the closeness of your faces making you nervous. It’s like he’s playing a game with you, trying to see how long you can hold out before giving in.

“Have you ever kissed somebody before?” He whispers against your lips, his breathing heavy.

“No..” You’re insecure about missing out on so many regular teenage experiences, but no sorcerer is normal. Every one of them has their flaws. Some are just better at hiding it than others. Satoru happens to be one of them. His greatest flaw? Loving you.

“I’ll teach you.”

And he gently brings his lips to yours, allowing you to get used to the unfamiliar sensation. His hand is cupping the side of your face while the other is settled on your thigh, massaging the skin underneath his fingertips.

You climb onto his lap, legs around his waist and hands on the back of his neck, digging into the skin. It burns, but he likes it. He falls against the pillows, but his hold on you doesn’t falter much like your lips moving in sync. His hands have left their previous locations and moved up, gripping onto your hips and kneading them with care, holding onto you like you’re the most fragile piece of glass. One wrong move and you’d break beneath his touch.

The world around you doesn’t exist right now. The atmosphere is still, quiet, everything you’re not used to. You can feel the intensity of Satoru’s feelings radiating off of him, like he’s been waiting years to do this. Only you could come into his life and make his mind spin with thoughts he’s never had before.

You reluctantly pull away for air, chest heaving and unmoving from your position on top of him, hands planted firmly against his toned abs with your legs straddling his waist. Your lips are glossed over and swollen, your shirt falling off the side of your shoulder. You look ethereal, like a goddess who came from Heaven down onto Earth in order to bless everyone with your beauty. It might be his new favorite sight.

He feels like a middle school boy in love. “How was it?”

“It was great..” There aren't enough words you could put together to describe what you feel. You want more. Need it, crave it.

But before you could dip your head back down onto his, the door to your dorm clicks open and Shoko stands at the entrance with a plastic bag in hand.

As she’s taking off her sweater and shoes, her gaze meets yours and embarrassment washes over you. Satoru does nothing but laugh, finding the awkward situation amusing. You quickly get off his lap and roll onto your respective side of the bed.

“What are you guys doing?! You seriously missed half the day for this?!”

Satoru raises an eyebrow. It’s that late already? It felt like the entire night had only been 5 minutes. “Half the day? What are you talking about?”

“It’s half past noon! Yaga was on my ass about where you two were and I had to cover saying you both got sick. You’re so lucky we didn’t do anything important today.” She grumbles, tossing you the bag before sprawling out on her bed.

“Sorryy, Shoko.” You catch the bag in your hands and begin sifting through it. “What’s in here?”

“A sandwich. I figured you’d be hungry, so I picked you something up from the convenience store. I wouldn’t have done that if I knew I’d walk in on you guys making out though.”

“Thanks. You didn’t have to. What time did you come back last night? I didn’t see you?”

“I got back hella late. You were fast asleep hours before, but I slept in Suguru’s dorm. Since this one made himself comfortable in ours and I didn’t want to third wheel.” She says, pointing at Satoru in which he playfully shrugs.

“Is there anything else for the rest of the day?” You unwrap the sandwich, taking a bite before feeding some to Satoru who keeps his eyes on you the entire time, not tearing away his peer for a second.

“No, surprisingly the cursed spirit rate has been low for the week, so we get the rest of the day off since there’s no missions or anything. They handed an easy grade 4 to the first years but that’s about it. We should go shopping though. The room is plain.” She sighs dramatically and tosses her hands up.

You feel Satoru’s hands beginning to roam your body once again. He has an arm behind his head while he gives you his best faux innocent look. You shoot him a glare before responding to Shoko, who could see everything going down, but chooses to ignore it to spare you some embarrassment.

“When do you want to go?”

“Right now.” She turns her attention to Satoru who is far too invested in you to notice the annoyance flooding out of Shoko’s voice for overdoing his stay. She clears her throat, but to no surprise, he doesn’t notice, or so he acts like it. He doesn’t care.

She gets off her bed and walks to yours, standing over it. You look at her, a piece of the sandwich in your mouth when she begins slapping and pushing Satoru to get him to leave. “Satoru! Out, out, out! This is my dorm too!”

He grumbles and gets up, throwing his sunglasses back on his face. “Fine, fine! You’re so lame.” But before he exits, he makes sure to give you one more tender kiss, running out immediately after once he sees Shoko’s seething expression.

She slams the door shut while you remain sat in bed like a child watching 2 siblings fight.

“So, are you gonna tell me what happened while I was gone?” She asks, crossing her arms and peering down at you as if she were your mother, ready to scold you for having a boy in your bed.

You shrink under her intense stare. “It was nothing like that! He just walked me home last night, came inside, and we went to bed..”

“Oh really? So why were you sitting on his lap when I came in? Hmm? Hmm?” With every word, she gets closer and closer to your face until your noses were practically touching.

“And I guess we kissed..”

“Just kissed, huh? I’m glad I walked in when I did. Anymore of that and he would’ve had to make a trip to the pharmacy for a pregnancy test.” As serious as she sounds, she finds joy in teasing you.

“Shoko!” You groan, pulling the covers completely over your head and burying yourself away. “Don’t tell anyone.”

“Don’t worry! Your secret's safe with me.” She smiles and gives you a playful wink, imitating people kissing with her hands. “So, are you still a virgin?”

Her question makes you go red in the face. “Of course I am! That was only my first kiss!”

“Can’t blame me for asking.” She shrugs. “You’re pretty, confident, know how to fend for yourself, a little naive which you need to be careful with, but aside from that, it’s only natural for most to assume you’ve already had your first time.”

“How am I naive?” You always figured you were pretty mature and tough skinned. Perhaps you were wrong.

“Not naive in a childish way if that's what you were thinking, but sometimes, you seem oblivious and distrusting to the world around you, like a lost soul in a sense. I don’t know if that comes from being shut away for most of your life, but you can’t seem to take hints. There’s nothing wrong with that, it just means you need to pay more attention to when people tell you things.”

You nod along, somewhat grasping what she’s saying.

“About Satoru..” She begins. “What do you think that was? The kiss and whatever you guys did the night before. Him being friendly or do you think he likes you?”

“I don’t know… at first I thought he was just being nice, but something about him makes me think it’s more than that.”

“That’s your problem. You don’t notice when people are trying to give you hints. If anyone else were in your shoes, their first thought would be that the other person has feelings for them. Ultimately, it ends up hurting and confusing the one you’re involved with if you play off their antics like it’s nothing. Do you know why you’re like this? Do you think it’s naivety or something else?”

“I don’t know… The way he acted earlier surprised me. I asked him what he was thinking about, he said me, and my first instinct was to ask why.”

Your response confuses her. What person in their right mind would ask why the one they spent the night with was thinking about them? “And why’s that?”

“I guess I didn’t believe him. I didn’t think he’d actually harbor feelings for someone like me.”

Someone like you? What the hell are you talking about?

The more you speak, the more she begins to worry. How are you saying all this with a straight face? No tears, no anger, no shouting. Nothing at all. It’s almost scary, uncanny. She knows if she felt that way, she wouldn’t know what to do with herself. “Do you think there’s something wrong with you?”

“I just think I’m unloveable.”

“Who told you that?”

“It’s the one thing I’ve been told my entire life. It’s something you get used to and eventually becomes engraved into your head. I always thought the possibility of someone liking me was zero. I guess that also stems from my own insecurities of not feeling like I’m good enough.”

Shoko knows the Zenin Clan is awful, anyone with a brain in the Jujutsu Society is aware of that, but to think that it’d alter the way someone thinks and views things is on another level.

“Does Satoru know you feel this way?”

You shift around in your bed, sitting with your knees tucked under your chin. “No..”

“Do you plan on telling him?”

“Eventually, but it feels too early. I’ve only been here 2 days. I need to wrap my mind around everything first.”

“Alright, it’s up to you. But get ready so we can go furniture shopping.”

…

You and Shoko spent hours roaming around almost every furniture store in the area. Your feet are sore, arms about to fall off from the stuff you guys are carrying and she still wants to look at more.

“Shokoooo! This is way too much stuff! Do we really need all of this?” You complain, slacking forward in a hunchback position.

She’s barely breaking a sweat despite the 4 bags on each arm. “Of course we do. Our dorm is plain and boring. We’ll be spending the next year there, you know. It needs to be cozy, our own temporary home.”

“Yeah, but when summer breaks rolls around, you’ll go home and I’ll be left all alone in a dorm filled with things. I’ll start to get claustrophobia.”

She doesn’t want to question why you won’t go home for summer break. That’s self explanatory.

“I’m sure one of the guys wouldn’t mind letting you spend the summer with them.”

“I couldn’t possibly ask them for that big of a favor. It’s fine, I’ll rent a beach house for myself or something.”

“You underestimate how much they like you, but suit yourself. Let’s go check out some curtains!” She drags you by your arm, pulling you across the populated streets into yet another furniture store. Any more of this and you might just have to ask to switch roommates.

…

The walk back to school was horrid. You’re panting, sweating like a pig and dragging the bags to your dorm.

“This is all your fault. You have a shopping addiction and it needs to be checked.” You say, in between breaths.

She rolls her eyes and flips you off to which you dramatically gasp. You enjoy being around her, she gets you. Having a strong bond with another girl is nice. You spent years in your cramped room watching tv shows and there was always a pair of best friends that got through everything together. With each moment that goes by, you find yourself wanting that with Shoko. Her, your best friend for as long as she can.

You slump against the door of your dorm room, eager to get everything inside. Shoko fumbles through her purse, searching for the key.

“Hurry up! I need to lay down!”

“Shut up! You whine like a toddler.”

She finally undoes the lock and you rush inside, tossing the bags upon bags on the counter before laying down in bed, sighing as the soft mattress soothes the tension in your back.

But your taste of freedom and relief doesn’t last long when someone walks in through the dorm, calling your name.

“Y/n?”

You block out the voice with your pillows, pretending you can’t hear whoevers looking for you.

“She’s in her bed,” Shoko says.

The voice calls out again, “Y/n?”

You poke your head out, and Suguru is standing in front of you.

“Sorry if I’m bothering, but can I talk to you for a second? Alone?”

You look back at Shoko and she motions for you to go ahead.

“Yeah sure, it’s no problem.”

You throw your legs off the bed and he leads you outside, watching your form as you walk.

You both sit down on a bench in front of the school fountain. Since he hasn’t said anything, you decide to start the conversation.

“Where’d you go last night? I didn’t get to say goodbye.”

He scratches the back of his head. He doesn’t want to say that Satoru told him to leave. “I had to go visit someone who came into town.”

“Sorry for not getting the chance to talk to you as much. I’ve been busy figuring some stuff out and Shoko asked me to go shopping with her. I wanted to apologize for not noticing you had left last night, but things came up and I completely forgot.”

The sound of your voice fills his ears as he listens attentively to your explanation and apology. Guilt was written all over your face for something that wasn’t your fault. It’s cute.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“But What did you want to talk to me about?” You’re playing with the hem of your almost too short skirt that stops at your upper thighs. Suguru is shamelessly staring like a pervert who enjoys the sight way too much. He wants to touch you, feel you, be the one to stay in bed with you instead of Satoru, but he knows he can’t have that.. Yet.

“Satoru was with you last night, right?”

"Yeah," you nod, giving him confirmation he needs. He knows Shoko told him hours prior when they were talking at the railing, but he was hoping it was just his mind playing games on him.

Speak of the devil. Satoru approaches the two of you and wraps his arms around you from the back, gently gripping your jaw to meet his face with his long, slender fingers before giving you a kiss, but it’s different from the one you shared back in your dorm a few hours prior. It’s sweet, but mixed with something different. It’s possessive, sloppy as he chases your tongue with his own, mixing your saliva together. He has you nearly moaning in his mouth.

The sight makes Suguru’s blood boil and Satoru knows it.

You ultimately break away from the kiss, keeping your hand laced in his hair. “Hey, Satoru-”

Before you can get another word out, he sits down on the other side of the bench and pulls you onto his lap, letting his hands roam around your skirt. “Hi, angel. What are you guys talking about?”

Angel. That’s new.

“He was just-” You begin, but get cut off by Suguru.

“Nothing. I wanted to talk to her for a bit. It wasn’t important.”

“Are you sure? You seemed pretty nervous about something when you went into my dorm.” You say, tilting your head to the side.

Immediately, Satoru’s grip on you gets tighter.

“Yeah, Suguru. If you were nervous then something must be up.” He raises his eyebrows and attempts to mask his scowl with an airheaded smile, acting like he doesn’t know anything that’s going on.

Suguru begins to grow more impatient with the white haired boy. He doesn’t want to talk about this in front of you. “Leave it alone, Satoru. It had nothing to do with you.”

“Oh, are you sure? I think it had everything to do with me.”

You turn your head away to look at something out in the distance and for that second, Suguru almost rips Satoru’s head off, shooting him the nastiest look.

“What are you doing here anyway?” Suguru retorts.

“I was just going to say we should go to the pool tonight after it closes. We could buy drinks, bring our own stuff and stay there until morning.” Satoru says, still holding you firmly on his lap.

“Why after is closes?” You ask.

Satoru begins to play with the ends of your hair. “It’s more fun. We’ll have the entire place to ourselves. Could you give Suguru and I a minute though? Tell Shoko about the plans for tonight too.”

You scrunch your eyebrows, but nod, giving him an “okay.”

“Thanks, angel.” He kisses you before you get up, walking back to your dorm room. He makes sure you’re far away enough to start talking to Suguru.

“Seriously, what were you talking to her about?” He stands up, balling his hands into fists which were currently inside his uniform pockets.

“It’s none of your business.” Suguru stays in his place on the bench, watching Satoru’s expression grow in irritation.

“Was it about last night? Were you trying to ask her what happened?”

“So what if I was?”

“It shouldn’t concern you. If you wanted to know anything, you should’ve just asked me.” Satoru’s voice leaks frustration.

Suguru now stands up as well. “But I wanted to hear it from her, not you.”

“Why? What difference does it make?”

“It doesn’t, but I wanted to talk to her and hear it from her. I was looking to get some sort of mental relief, but it didn’t do anything besides make things worse.”

Despite Suguru standing, Satoru still towers over him due to their difference in height.

“Mental relief? What are you talking about?”

“I think like her, Satoru. I’m sorry. I thought about it and tried to convince myself that it wasn’t serious, but I couldn’t help it. I keep thinking about her. How I want to get to know her better, kiss her, be with her, be in her.” Suguru says the last part with an edge in his voice, trying to get a rise out of Satoru and see how grave he’s taking this whole ordeal with your sudden enrollment and newfound position in their lives.

And it worked, Satoru pushes him and grabs him by the collar of his shirt, the fabric threatening to tear. “Suguru, don’t you ever fucking think of touching her, much less being the one to do that with her.”

He puts his hands up in protest, “Alright, alright. I wasn’t being serious about that part, but I do like her. I didn’t want to come between the two of you, I thought I should just let you know." He knows he told Shoko he wanted to think it through more, but he can’t think properly when it comes to you.

Satoru lets go and walks away back to their dorm without responding. The two of them rarely get into disagreements, but there’s certain things they don’t see eye to eye on. Morals, Suguru lives by them, Satoru hates them. And you, Suguru wants you, but Satoru is bound to you for eternity.

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HOME IS WHERE MY HEART IS. (S1 FINALE)

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“I need you to stay here,” I say holding Abby’s shoulders, “We can’t risk you getting caught in the crossfire. Promise me.”

She furrows here brows before nodding, “I understand.”

“Good,” I say firmly before kissing her cheek, “I love you so much.”

“Stay safe, mom,” she encourages with a smile.

I return it and give her crystal orb. “Here, you can have this. This can help you see what’s going on outside.”

She accepts and immediately inspects it. Her fingers brushing on the screen seeing her mother’s face in the orb as she was in real time. I gave a smile which was transmitted to the orb instantly. She slides on the orb one more time to her father, attending the speech Charlie was speaking. She hid it with the use of her powers and gives me one final hug.

“Dear, why don’t you join the other’s downstairs? You should get to know them better now that you decided on staying,” Alastor joins us and holds my waist with one hand and his microphone in the other.

“Oh! Right!” she enthusiastically runs down the hall and disappears.

“Gosh, where does she get that energy from,” I comment holding my cheek, feeling tired just looking at her. “That definitely wasn’t from me.”

Alastor laughs and gives me a kiss on the cheek before we follow after her slowly. He says this instead of answering, “As long as she’s happy that’s fine!”

I roll my eyes playfully at him and gazed at the group that gathered around the bar. I spot Abby holding a glass of orange juice trying to get closer to Cherri. I laugh at her actions, of course she chooses the coolest one to be her friend.

“Hi! I’m Abigail! You can just call me Abby,” she introduces holding out her hand.

“Uhh, sup? Name’s Cherri,” the pinkette answers reluctantly shaking her hand.

“Pleasure to meet you! We’ve met before but I never caught your name,” Abby asks the arachnid.

“Angel Dust. Angel’s fine, toots. Orange juice? What are you? 5?” Angel asks not exactly mocking her, but genuine confused by her choice.

“I’ve tried liquor before but it’s just not for me,” she replies not even bothered that she just got slighted.

“Fair enough,” Angel shrugs before walking to the bar to talk to Husk.

“So, uhh, your dad’s the radio demon?” Cherri asks trying to be polite.

“Indeed!” Abby answers enthusiastically, “We haven’t seen each other since I was a kid though.”

“Oh, why? What happened?” Cherri asks placing her drink down.

“He—uhh died when I was younger and by the time I was 15 I only had a few memories that I remember of him.”

“Oh shit. What about your mom though?”

“Mom also died when I was 14. So, I was on my own for a time in my life.”

“Well, at least we survived that shit. To being orphans!” Cherri exclaims raising her glass to Abby.

“Hurray?!” Abby panics confused and clinked their glasses together before doing the same as Cherri who downed her drink.

Alastor and I laugh while Niffty crawls on the railing between us.

“Ah, the celebratory night before a courageous last stand. It's been a surprising thrill to witness these wayward souls find connection. Almost makes one sentimental, eh, Niffty?”

“I really like them, Alastor. They let me put on roach puppet shows without booing!” she replies enthusiastically, while I watched the two talk with a smile on my face.

“Ah, an enjoyable collective to be around. I admit one could get accustomed,” he sighs looking back down at them, particularly at Abby who was getting along with them quite well.

“I dub thee, King Roach,” NIffty proclaimed, putting on a bug crown on Alastor which he let her do and gave her a little bow.

“Oh, to understand your twisted little mind!” he comments before they started cackling where Alastor just played along with her. It made me sentimental of how he used to play house and have tea parties with Abby way back when.

Niffty scampers off with the other giving me the space and scoot over to him. “Will you be okay handling Adam?” I asked worriedly.

“It’ll be fine. I’ll be as careful as can. I’m not going to lose to him that easily,” he snorts, “You, however, I need you to back to me in one piece.”

I sighed and reminded him, “I think you forgot our deal, Al. I won’t exist if you don’t.”

He falls silent and tries to think. While I continue and place my hand on his chest, “You own my heart and my everything. This body beats for two. United as one, in sickness and in health—”

“Til’ death do us part,” we finish together. He wordlessly encases me in his arms and fall into a comfortable silence.

--timeskip

“Here they come. Get ready, everyone. We fight together!”

“Now! FOR YOUR SOULS!”

“Let's FUCK THEM UP!”

Alastor and I waited for them at the top of the hotel, watching as the angels begin their assault.

“Let the slaughter begin. AHAHAHAHAHAHA-HA!” Alastor yells swinging his microphone, summoning a black force field around us.

I left him and dove all the way from the rooftop and phasing to the floor, allowing me to transform into my giant demon form. With a terrifying grin and half lidded eyes that craved for chaos, I let out a shriek causing everyone to cover their ear giving Alastor to cut down the angels.

I raise my left and clenched it into a fist encasing every angel that aimed for me in a bubble immobilizing them, leaving them to Angel to shoot down. In that moment, Alastor’s shield disappeared leaving the silhouette of Adam with a sadistic smile.

He lounges for me while I only swiped him away with my hand causing him to tumble and crash on top of the hotel where Alastor was waiting for him. I left them and focused on helping the others, summoning my underlings to help the others.

After a while of killing angels, their numbers didn’t seem to waver making me curse under my breath feeling the weight of prolonging this fight for so long. I let out a pained shriek collapsing on myself and transforming back to my original form.

‘Shit. Is Alastor ok? What the hell happened?’ I thought starting to get delirious with the pain.

“MILEDY NO!”

“SUCK MY HOLY LIGHT, FUCKERS! YEAH!” Adam yells over our heads making me glare at him.

“What? Alastor was supposed to handle him. Oh no, he must be—”

White noise fills my ears as my vision starts to fail me leaving me in an unconscious state, where the last thing I see was tendrils wrapping around me.

---later

“Dad!”

“Alastor!!”

Everyone hugs him seeing his return that he was safe, however they fail to spot Miledy with him.

“Dad… Where’s mom?” Abby asks worried, trying to calm herself before she goes crazy looking for her mom.

“She’s fine. Just resting,” he assures giving his daughter a smile. ‘She has to be,’ he thought furrowing his brows before following the others.

<<flashback>>

“Al!” I scream getting away from an exorcist that was after me. She pushes me down and attempts to stab my chest. As soon as the steel met my skin, a tendril pushes her off me. I screamed as I see a large cut, opening up my chest. I watch mortified as I see my own beating heart.

“Miledy!”

Alastor rushes to me and knelt beside me. I hold onto him tightly confused and afraid, “Al, where are we? I don’t know what’s going on. I’m scared!”

His breathing stutters and tries to answer her, his eyes knit together and wore a frown. “It’s okay, you’re okay. I need to save you. You have to make a deal with me, Mel.”

I nodded my head despite not knowing anything he was saying. I just wanted to get out of here and be with him. Explain things to me carefully without my life being endangered and on the run.

“Mel, you will have to give your heart to me. So that no one will find your weakness, this is to keep you alive. Do we have a deal?” Alastor says to me seriously a faint green light emanating from him and his outstretched hand.

I nodded vehemently and shook his hand, “Deal.”

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Hello my wonderful fandom :) Thank you for all your lovely comments on me being delayed. Not my usual M.O. but I definitely needed the extra time to process. I was GUTTED and absolutely wrecked. Poor D had to deal with my panic spiral for most of Wednesday. (love you lol) I'll be honest I'm still little shook up and sad. Kinda grateful for the 3 week break tbh between episodes. This was a gut punch I wasn't in the least expecting. Hoping we'll get a S7 announcement during this hiatus. *fingers crossed* Get it together ABC. This took me awhile to unpack emotionally so thank you all again for being so patient.

So I want to preface this post. There will be ZERO And I mean ZERO bashing of Tim in this review from me. Would appreciate that in comments as well. I love conversation you know I love comments. What I don't like is hate being spread. Also nothing on Eric either. I've also seen this which is utter madness. Don't touch our captain. Man loves this fandom so much. Deserves respect. If you came to this review for either of those things please promptly exit stage left. I mean that in the kindest way possible but I love Tim/Eric so it's a non starter with me.

I’ve never so deeply related with a character in all my life as I have with Tim Bradford. I’ll be dissecting this ep to best of my ability. I love both these characters so very much. Why I was knocked out for a couple days before could tackle this. I imagine my thoughts will change when I do my summer in depth one. When we have the rest of the season in pocket. I have to say this won't be mini at all. LOL So lets get rid of that concept right now ha I can't be mini with this ep. I am not brief so thanks for reading. Also hats off to Eric my god he was incredible in this episode. Melissa too killing me left, right and center you two. Let us get started.

6x06 Secret and Lies.

Poor Lucy looks like me when I’m stressed and drained af. Tamara asking how stressed she currently is? Lucy answering 19.....She looks like a 19 if not worse tbh. This is probably the most time they've spent apart since they got together. Basically living together at this point let's be honest. Other than 6x01 they haven't really spent time apart aside from that UC op in 5x21. *sigh*

Tamara asking if Tim is still ghosting her? Lucy trying so hard to keep it together with her answer. My heart. What a wreck she is without Tim. Do love that we get to see her pin-up board btw. Good shot of her room we don’t usually get. That cupcake poster I love it so much. Although now it makes me sad...

Lucy asking what's wrong? Tamara telling her she wants to move out with some friends from school. Crap. Her moving is the last thing she needs…. But it's good for her even though the idea makes me sad. End of an era. Lucy is right she needs to live with people her own age. Doesn’t make it hurt less though. This is a ROUGH season for Lucy my god. The hits keep coming for our girl and I wanna hug her. Shield her somehow....

Lucy touching near her tattoo when she reaches Angela. (Mini gut punch.) I do love her coming to Angela about this. If there is anyone who knows Tim like she does it's Angela. Does help she finds his behavior alarming too. I mean of course she does. You can see the immediate worry. The empathy she has for Lucy is there but she holds her cards close in her advice. Telling her to trust him even though it's literally killing her. Not the council Lucy needed to hear or was looking for.

Lucy wanted more action than 'Just wait and trust him.' She has been trusting him but she’s so insanely worried. Going out of her mind with anxiety for her person. It's exuding out of of her and she looks like she wants to cry…Ugh me too Lucy. I’m an empath and an anxious one at that. I would be going out of my mind too…. Angela looks worried as hell though. Even though she isn't conveying that to Lucy at this point. Breaking my heart as she takes off from their convo. Because if she doesn't she'll lose it right then and there.

God I love Angela Lopez. First off well done on tracking him down. She's just a bad ass. I mean it's one of the reason's Lucy reached out to her tbh. Just gets into his car, drinking his soda, calling him out right away. I love her reasoning saying she can live off Wesley’s trust fund. Lmao. Doesn’t matter as much if she get's fired. 'Wine o'clock.' for her. Gotta love the confidence. I truly hope we get more Tim/Angela scenes the rest of this season. I always adore their dynamic.

Tim is sold on her reasoning and starts to explain the current situation he's trapped in. Angela taking it all in and assessing everything as he explains. Once Tim has succinctly summed up his current predicament Angela's reply is the best. 'I’m in.' lmao I love this woman. ‘I got your back boo.’ That she does. In more ways than he even realizes at this point.

Gotta commend Angela calling him out for walking away from Lucy. Not only that but his job to arrest a guy hasn’t thought of in a decade…. Ain’t no one better than her to be there to call him out his crap right now. Not only that but to really dig deep. To know this is far more than what he's sharing. This is why Angela is an incredible detective rooting things out like this. Saying this is more than just protecting Lucy. Her intuition is out of this world.

I mean she's not wrong. Lucy would understand if it was just about the benefits. She would be proud really. Thing is it's about protecting himself too. Which really just scratches the surface of why he is doing this. Tim knows he's caught even if he shrugs it off. She has him dead to rights and he knows it. 'I’m your BFF. I know you.' Ha it’s true whether you like it or not Timothy…Just like Lucy she has your number.

Angela giving him crap with how they're following Ray. Worried he isn't being smart about this. This is so unlike him to be this sloppy and unfocused. She was right he was tailing too close… Ray catches on to their tail quickly. When he scanned the vehicle made me so nervous. Doing it while he's taunting Tim. He's so detail oriented blows my mind Tim let that get by him. This SL gave me such MASSIVE anxiety as I watched it. Oh my lord.

The minute they get back to Angela's place she calls him out once again. Asking why he thinks this is ALL his fault? Tim shrugs it off and she refuses to take that as his final answer. Of course Angela was right there is far more to this story. Tim finally opens up to her about what happened. He had been leading his squadron for some time. Looking to move up to Sergeant.

The catch was he couldn’t be promoted if there was rampant criminality in his unit. Ray clearly was in the way of him moving up. Tim figured he could keep it within his unit if they went after him.. Oh Tim…. It was an unsanctioned mission too. Thinking if he could accomplish this would be easy fast track to his promotion.

Kills me to know he was there during the air strike ugh… Details missing from the last episode. The Humvee saved him and Mark but not his other men… I can't imagine what Tim felt in that moment. The immense amount of guilt laid on his soul from here on out. I mean it makes sense why he never left patrol before Lucy. The last time he tried to advance his career this happened. My broken boy.

Eric CRUSHES this scene. I wanna cry. My poor Timothy. He was more focused more on his career than his oath...Got two of his men killed. My damn heart. He’s so ashamed of himself. The way he points at himself when he says 'leadership.' I knew his military past would be dark but holy crap. I wanted more of his backstory and they delivered that in spades. What a gut punch this had to be for him. No doubt his men were loyal af to him. Would've followed him anywhere and did.

He carries leading those men to their deaths because they followed his leadership. Oof. That is quite the weight to keep on your soul. Also gives us insight to why he shoulders everything. Even when he doesn't have to. Punishing himself for past transgressions such as this. I'm sure when we get to the other side of this season, I will have an even deeper respect for the writers going into his backstory like this. Giving us even more insight to this man.

This hurts so good to get this kind of info. I have no doubt that’s why he shut Lucy out. The shame he feels is overwhelming. I totally get it. Nothing scarier than someone knowing your darkest secrets. Not only that but worrying they’ll think less of you due to it. Tim already struggles with self loathing. Been a theme for him his entire arc on this series. Something I've touched on a lot. This is truly bringing that to light in the most painful way.

We see Ray scanned Tim's car in order to gain access to it. To check his GPS to see where he's been. How he's been tracking him. When he scrolls down to Lucy's address. Made my stomach sink. Legit felt sick to my stomach....

I do love Lucy coming home and having Tamara there. Saying she ordered pizza for them. This is exactly what she needs. Do you really have to go Tamara? I wonder if she'll delay leaving now after this ep. There is a knock at the door and of course it's not the pizza. It's Ray. Hair's on the back of my neck stood up from the moment he entered that apt.

I know Melissa stated in her interview she was nervous about this scene. That she came off awkward in her anger. You are incorrect madam. Holy hell Lucy is a BAMF. Telling him the only call she's gonna make is for the ambulance. Because when she's done with him he's going to need it to wheel him out. Holds her ground like the confident bad ass we've all loved seeing her become.

Lucy calling him shaking and demanding where he was. Ooh lord hell fire coming with her through that front door. I love Angela grabbing Tamara to another room. Like let's go mom and dad are about to have a big blow out. Let's give them some space...

Tim asking if she's ok? Truly concerned but Lucy isn't having ANY of it. 'Do I look ok?' Damn no she doesn't....Ripping into him saying how that creep could've showed up when she wasn't there. Lucy is not wrong....Oh my lord I’ve never seen her so damn mad. She is RAGING at him and rightfully so. Her home was violated, Tamara was put in danger and threatened. All because Tim was trying to protect her. phew.

Tim FINALLY concedes to telling her something. It only seems to enrage her more. She is literally vibrating with anger in this scene with him. The more he tells her the more it doesn't explain why he left her in the dark. Lucy begging him to read her in. I mean she has earned that my love. ..Telling him to stop protecting her. Gah Tim is a deep loyalist who would protect anyone he loves even if it's not the right thing. His reply is a reflection of that.

'I can't. I won't.' He's so driven to keep her safe. His instinct is to protect her but doesn't see he's hurting her in the process. I knew she was going to be pissed he let Angela in and not her. But Tim was right she has a lot less to lose. Which doesn't seem pertinent in this moment...I do love her placing her hands on his when she also replies. 'I can't. I won't.'

Mirroring his words from moments ago. Just like he will never stop protecting her. Lucy will never stop fighting for him or longing to help him. That man is her entire world. The most important person in her life. It makes perfect sense she would help with this. Career be damned. I mean she risked her career to get him a shot at Metro. Of course she would do the same thing in order to shoulder his burden with him.

Love her standing her ground in this moment. Like damnit I love you and you are going to let me in. Whether you like it or not I am here and I'm going to help. If this wasn't a reflection of the communication problems that still painfully exist between them I don't know what is. I mean she tried to be patient and trust him. But honestly he needed this kick in the ass to let her in. Which is a problem. Lucy needs to be the first person he goes to. It shouldn't have to come to this. *sigh*

Their OP goes off without a hitch. Except Ray saying he was going to be an air strike on Tim's life.... God I had no idea as I was watching that scene how true it would be. Tim gets his interview and lies to protect Angela and Lucy. While keeping his own job intact as well. Also welcome back to Jackson’s dad. Hello there Percy. This is not how I wanted to see him again.

But he is IA him returning was never gonna be a good thing tbh in a post Jackson world. Regardless it was nice to see him again. The scene is Grey's office is ROUGH. Never seen Wade so disappointed in Tim. It hurts to watch. Just like this entire gut punch of an episode. Tim is just standing there in utter shame of everything. Ashamed Wade is looking at him like this.

Kills me Grey has to inform Pine of what he did. It makes sense he has to but damn that sucks. The amount of respect Tim has for Wade is immense. To watch him tear Tim apart and just stand there like a puppy being scolded hurts my soul. Especially when he tries to fight Pine knowing. Just dismissing him without further comment or argument...

So I will say this and it's not at all fair to Lucy that I thought this I'm sure. But I felt like if there was gonna be a breakup it would be coming from her. Not Tim in this moment. That's the part of this moment that really knocked the wind out of me. She had every damn right to be the one too btw. Instead she is there waiting for him with open arms. Honestly I took a breath for the first time this entire episode when she welcomed him in.

Wrapping him up in her arms. Encasing him, rubbing his back, her fingers in his hair. Gently cradling him against her. I thought ok maybe we'll be alright. Since Lucy isn't nearly as angry as she was earlier. Maybe they can get through this together. Cause she loved on him regardless of what happened. The unconditional love she has for this man blows me away. I honestly thought with her loving on him maybe they'd make it out. That they’d work through it together.

Tim looks so very defeated. On the verge of an actual breakdown as he explains that he lied about everything. Saying it saved his job...protected Angela and her. It doesn't seem like enough of a win to him. He looks so very destroyed and this is just the beginning of his downward spiral.

Lucy is doing everything to be his rock in this moment. To assuage him of his guilt… Most vulnerable ever seen Tim *pre tears*…. Lucy telling him it was an impossible situation. She would've done the same thing. It’s so very clear she was willing to work through this. To build them back to where they were before he got that phone call. Everything Lucy was in this scene represented her unconditional love for him. Tim is just too destroyed at the moment to see it….Also for him to accept it. It's so hard to truly accept unconditional love if you've never had it before. To truly trust in it.

Lucy is watching him spiral out of control. The way he's talking about himself with such loathing. How she never would've been in a place where she put her self interest over her team like him. She is trying her damndest to right his wrong. But Tim is having none of it. It pains me to see it... Pains Lucy too. It's the way she grabs onto him while he continues his verbal self flogging that get's me.

Trying to ground him in this moment with her touch. Bring him back to her. Something that has worked so well in the past. Sadly not having the intended affect this time around. Tim is too damn gone at this point. He feels he’s betrayed everything he thought he was. THOUGHT he was. *heart clutch* Tim has such a deep moral compass. That's why this is rocking him so very much. Ugh my heart. I too have a crazy deep moral compass. I can't say I wouldn't be spiraling out like him as well.

This was his greatest sin brought to light. To Tim exposing him for the fraud he feels he is. Him saying he's been lying to himself for a long time is a reflection of this. That imposter syndrome coming out real strong here. Something he buried deep down came rushing to the forefront and he is imploding. Says as much above. He no longer feels worthy to be in her life now. I get this anytime I screw up with a friend or my sister. I have this deep sense of shame attached to it. Like I no longer deserve that friend or my sister cause I messed up or if a past sin comes up. That they'll no longer love me or will forever look at me differently cause of it.

It's not logical but it's deeply ingrained from my mom shaming me for doing anything wrong growing up. As it is for Tim. His father literally beat the hell out of him for ever being out of line. He has suffered emotional and physical abuse. Unless confronted and treated comes out like this. Demons making their way to the surface. I was bawling by the time he said 'I'm sorry.' He’s never seen himself worthy of Lucy’s love that much has always been evident. But to see it this raw and visceral ripped my heart out. It’s on the ground where they're both standing.

I think this is something that has been brewing in the background for Tim for a long time. Now that I've had time away to decompress and think. I'm actually very excited they're tackling this. It's clear Tim is not in a place where he thinks he deserves her anymore. Low key never has been. He acts before he thinks. Eric had a great quote from his interview about Tim "He is impulsive and he reacts instead of thinking things through, and it can come out a bit too strong.” That is this decision in a nutshell. He feels he is a burden therefore he is removing himself without thinking it through. The regret that is going to come with this is going to be immense for him.

'You deserve so much better.' Better than me basically. He feels immense shame and that shame is launching him away from her. You know I learned something in therapy about this. About not being perfect and feeling like I'm too much. i.e. a burden. My therapist told me and it made me cry. 'You are worthy of the space you take up in people's lives. They want you there.' Tim does not think he is worthy of the space he is taking up in Lucy's life now. All his sins on the table laid out for her to see. He can't handle it. That much is very clear here. I will say I haven’t let a ship hurt me like this in a long time.

This absolutely crushed me. I couldn't even fathom assembling my thoughts. Cut me very deep. Been with this ship since day one. Also what a crushing blow this is for Lucy. Our poor girl. I mean she gave everything to this relationship. I mean EVERYTHING. She was all in from the moment Tim said ‘Unless it is.’ This was her first real relationship. First real leap into being serious. Thinking about marriage and kids. She gave her all to Tim my god. Her career took a hit for him and she never complained. Knew he was worth it (he still is btw) Fought every step of the way for him. For them.

When he was pulling back above it was an absolute panic for her. She could see him slipping through her fingers. Idk what broke my heart more Tim thinking he’s not worthy of her any longer or her begging him not to do this. She literally can't fathom how he can let go of her like this. Thought she was his person. Tim feels he’s gone back to who he was pre-Lucy and that scares him. He feels undeserving of the love she has to give him. Lucy knows everything and in his mind he can’t imagine her still loving him.

Lucy was as we all were in this scene. In disbelief... Even though Tim put her though absolute hell she was still there to comfort and support him. Because to her he is worth it even in the hard times. We all know Tim isn’t the best with his emotions. In his trauma damaged brain he thinks he’s doing the right thing here. That he’s radioactive, she deserves better than being around him and his reckless behavior.

The kiss on her head. Lucy trying to physically push away his rejection. Stomping all over my damn heart...However this ends up playing out Tim is going to have to address his emotional instability. How he charges forward and doesn’t think things through. Ruled by his emotions in the worst way. He’s impulsive and he’s gonna have to fight to get her back when he’s in a better mindset. Her trust has been obliterated by this. She fought and clawed for them and this was her reward. He’s gonna have to do some serious healing to get back to her. Lucy has loved him the best she can but he needs to put in some work now. We see next ep he's meeting with Aaron's therapist. Don't love that but I’ve wanted Tim to go to therapy for years. He needs this. Therapy doesn’t work unless you put the effort in though.

That will be a challenge for him. When I get out of the purview of this hurt I’m feeling...I’m actually going to be really impressed and happy they had Tim go through this. Do I think this is the end of them? No I think this is some serious growing pains. It was issues that have been percolating since Lucy did that 5 player trade. Hell probably back in 5x12 when Tim sacrificed himself without telling her so they could stay together. I still think that was romantic because of it's intended nature. BUT was the beginning of the communication problems. They’ve grown so very much in that regard. We’ve seen it but there is still work to be done on that front. It just came to a very gutting painful head.

I still have faith in the writers. I still have faith they’ll be ok. It might not be right away and I'm already feeling impatient tbh. But this is some serious realism being applied to them. It wasn't some random BS angst. Honestly we’re lucky our ship gets the most attention, the best SL’s and two people who LOVE these characters. They absolutely adore them and this ship. If you haven’t read Melissa and Eric’s interviews for this episode I highly recommend. This sucks right now. No two ways about it. But we will survive this storm. They’ll come out stronger than ever. Truly believe that. But for now let's rally around each other and get through this together. There will be brighter days ahead just doesn't feel like it right now. We got this.

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Side notes non Chenford.

Do love Aaron working with Harper all if of all I cared about other than their SL in this one. Nolan's I fast forwarded which I normally don't do but I had no patience for his BS in this ep lol My anxiety was rampant in this ep and had no space for him.

Also RIP Metro Tim for the 6x07 promo. This hurts to see not just cause I enjoyed him in that outfit lol But to see his career take a nosedive like this. I wanted more Tim back story. Didn’t think would hurt like this though....Feel free to comment I love you all for any interaction I get with these. <3

#Caitlin mini reviews #chenford #s6 #the rookie 6x06 #6x06 Secret and Lies #otp: unless it is #otp: doing my job #the rookie #tim x lucy #tim bradford #lucy chen #lucy x tim #eric winter #melissa o'neil #tim bradford x lucy chen

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piperholmes · 23 days

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I wasn’t planning on writing anything about Chenford because I’m not trying to start an argument (not that I expected many will read this any way 🤣), but I have a lot of thoughts jumbled up. I think it would be helpful for me to just get them down, so I am better able to absorb what has been shared by others. I love a good discussion! Especially one centered around some form of literature.

(If you are reading this, then just let me preface with this is me really just free writing what’s going through my head. I definitely am not telling anyone else how to feel, react, or process this storyline—nor do I expect anyone to agree with my ramblings.)

For me, I think a major issue I have is with the breakup trope itself—particularly the “I’m not good enough for you, so I can’t be with you” trope. In my experience, this argument usually comes from the male character in a relationship. Romance novels are riddled with this set up; I’ve seen it in films and television plenty of times. It almost always comes from the guy. (And I acknowledge the majority of media I consume is M/F romance). The problem I have reconciling this concept is because it feels like this happens because the guy in the relationship feels comfortable and is willing to make the decision for both of them, and is often unwilling to listen to his partner’s thoughts or feelings. There is something inherently misogynistic in that, and it has never sat well with me.

I thought a lot about why Tim was upset about the 5 player trade, and while I don’t think the show did a particularly good job of explaining it, I think it boils down to the fact that Lucy made a decision about Tim’s life without talking to him about it. Even though it came from a sincere, caring place and had (for Tim at least) a positive outcome, it wasn’t right for her to make that decision on her own. If the argument is being made that Tim is walking away from their relationship because he feels (right or wrong) it’s best for Lucy, it just seems odd to me that Tim would choose to (essentially) do the same thing to Lucy after it was so upsetting to him.

Now, was Tim in a heightened emotional state? Absolutely. Does that impact a person’s reasoning? 100% But I think where this situation breaks with what has been established, is Tim’s choice to just walk away without discussion. Something that made me fall in love with Chenford in the first place was Tim’s willingness to listen to Lucy even when he was emotionally struggling. Outside Isabel’s apartment with the drugs, when she got on to him about being pissed over the report following the virus scare, his later acknowledgment over his behavior in the pilot with the Hispanic gentleman, and so on. To have Tim just walk away from her communicates one of two things: either he was willing to make the decision but wasn’t willing to deal with the consequences or he was so convinced he was right, he wasn’t interested in what Lucy would have to say. Neither are a particularly good look for Tim, and, again, why I just don’t really like this trope. (I would be saying the same thing about Lucy if she were the one doing this-in fact, I think she seriously mishandled her break up with Chris, but I definitely wasn’t emotionally invested in their relationship. So, sorry Chris; you don’t get a post 🤣).

Another aspect of the trope I find ridiculous is how it should essentially impact all relationships this character has; if Tim isn’t good enough to be with Lucy as a romantic partner then he should feel that way about being a friend to Lopez, a brother to Genny, an uncle to her kids, and so on. Otherwise, to isolate this feeling to specifically the romantic partner is just…weird? “I’m going to end our relationship because you deserve better, but just you. I’m going to keep all my other relationships.” Like, I don’t know, that just feels super icky. And, based on the preview for the next new episode, it definitely seems like Tim is going to spiral into pushing people away/isolating, but where is the line drawn? What if Tim had a kid? (And I know hypotheticals are probably not the best here, but I warned this would be meandering ��) Would he walk away from his own kid because he didn’t feel good enough? That definitely doesn’t make sense to me, but, again, it just highlights the pitfalls I run into with the trope itself and why I cringe when it is used. My view of Tim—and by extension Chenford—is now informed by what I see as the implications of the trope.

It’s incredibly off putting that now Tim and Lucy’s parents (oh, gosh, and I just realized, even Nolan) essentially fall into the same category. Do you think Lucy’s parents were so dismissive of her wants and hurtful because they hated her or didn’t love her? I am 100% sure it’s because they thought they were loving her. It doesn’t make it right or healthy, but I’m sure they thought they were doing what was best for Lucy. And John made the decision to end their relationship to “protect” Lucy, and I remember thinking the same thing about him that I think about Tim now. I really thought Tim was different and understood what Lucy had been through in her life, and, ultimately at this point, makes me question how I feel about Chenford overall.

I also want to say that I don’t begrudge Tim acknowledging something in him that wants to change and be better (openly encourage such self reflection and growth in fact). I’m also (pretty) sure this will ultimately lead back to then getting back together, and maybe even Tim being a better partner. I’m simply saying that using this particular trope in order to facilitate that doesn’t vibe with what I believe the show has established about Chenford, and it would have been very interesting (and, for me, preferable) to see how they could have told that story avoiding this cliche. That’s all.

Ok, if anybody made it this far, thanks for sticking with it. I’m always open and interested in differing perspectives and interpretations, and nothing I’ve said is my set-in-stone opinion, just my current opinion 😜.

#chenford #Tim Bradford #Lucy Chen #I guess what I’m saying is #that Lucy Chen should be protected #at all costs #I just never thought that would include #being protected from Tim Bradford #🤷🏼‍♀️

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the-therapist-needs-therapy · 9 months

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How To Avoid Yourself From Getting Killed?

Pairing : Xu Minghao x Reader

Genre : Mafia Au

Warnings : Mentions of kidnapping

Minghao might be the only person on earth who doesn’t trash and throw when you kidnap him.

“Are you sure no one saw you?” you ask Jeonghan, who’s wearing an innocent smile on his face. His baby face gets handy during undercover missions, which is why you still keep him around even after the countless of trouble he gets into, like now. “You could have just bought your disgusting snack like a normal, decent person instead of stealing it.”

He laughs, “Oh my, Ms. Y/n. Are you like a baby boomer or something? Where’s the fun in that?” You swear you almost punch him in the face but being the leader for years you know what your members are capable of, so you decide against it. “But no one saw you right?”

His face scrunches into something you can’t pinpoint but you recognize the face. The face of Yoon Jeonghan who just got himself into a major problem but thinks he has a ‘smart’ solution to it, “Yeah, about that,” he motions at Joshua and Jun, who bring in a boy about your age, “We brought the witness.”

You let out a gasp of shock, looking back at Jeonghan and the boy who has his head lowered. “Jeonghan, we promised to never kidnap people again”.

“It’s fine. He doesn’t shout so no reason to worry,” Jeonghan assures you, but you’re not ready to believe him. With the great Yoon Jeonghan, comes great trouble. He proves your theory every time.

“Leave it, let me see him,” you say, walking to the boy while motioning at Joshua to give him a chair. Even after sitting down, he refuses to meet your eye, so using two of your fingers you tilt his head, and another gasp leaves your lips.

He was genuinely the prettiest boy you had ever seen and you’re saying this after being with Jeonghan for years. His eyes held natural calmness and confidence. They pierced into your own orbs, making your cheeks flush red. You’ve never felt anything like this before.

Before your brain could process anything, someone clears their throat, and it snaps you out of your trance. “Love at first sight is dumb. I don’t know how heroines in movies even do that,” Jeonghan’s uncanny impression of yours makes you shoot daggers at him before you turn back to the boy with the loveliest smile you could offer.

“What’s your name?” suddenly you felt like you were in high school once again, where knowing the name of the cute boy in class on the first day was the biggest success for any girl. He stays silent for a moment before answering, “Minghao.”

“You’re not scared?” you ask and to your surprise, he smiles, “What can I do? It doesn’t help in any way. The least I can do is collect my shit together and hope that this isn’t how I die.”

His reply makes you look at Jeonghan, “In 5 years of working with you, this is the first time I’ve felt proud of you, Jeonghan.”

Jeonghan rolls his eyes, but you know he’s secretly relieved that you didn’t kill him for the whole kidnapping thing. “What now? You’re in love with him?”

Joshua smacks his friend’s arms before turning to you with an apologetic look. “He’s just jealous. I’ll take him away for now,” he mouths to you, dragging Jeonghan away.

“Say, Minghao, what do you feel about taking Jeonghan’s place?”

“You really want him to hate me, don’t you?”

You laugh, “No, I’m promoting him. That’s why. I’ll leave you if you’re not interested.”

He seems to be in his own bubble of thoughts for a few minutes before replying, “I think it’ll be fun. I’m bored of my life anyways.”

You clasp your hands in delight. He better be ready for some excessive flirting because you’ve decided that he’s the one for you. How else can your heart race so fast?

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avanatural · 1 year

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Being With A Hunter

Summary: In Purgatory, Dean tells Benny about the woman of his dreams – Y/N. Once he returns to the world of the living, he seeks her out, looking for comfort. Will his expectations be met after an entire year apart?

Pairing: Dean x female Reader

Category: Angst, smut, fluff, 18+

Word count: 5.6k

Warnings: Mentions of blood and death, mentions of cheating, explicit sexual content, penetrative sex

A/N: This story contains smut! Do not proceed if you’re under the age of 18! This idea has been sitting in my drafts for over three years. Finally, I managed to finish the story. I hope you enjoy! I would also like to clarify that I love Sam. I was only trying to reflect in this story how Dean felt after finding out his brother didn’t look for him. There’s no place for Sam hate on my blog ❤️ The divider was created by the talented @talesmaniac89 😊

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“So… Once we make it outta this rat hole, what will you be returnin’ to?”, Benny asked.

Dean huffed, pushing aside the branches in his way.

The hunter-vampire duo was stomping through the deep woods of Purgatory. The sky above them was colored a constant grey. Dean had almost forgotten what it was like to be bathed in sunlight. It was depressing. The fact that he was consistently covered in dirt, sweat, and blood didn’t help.

“My brother,” he grumbled in response.

“You sure that’s all?”, the vampire pushed, catching up to walk next to his human friend.

“What’s with all the questions, huh? We got more pressing matters to attend to, don’t you think?”, Dean snapped.

Benny raised his hands in defense. “Alright, chief. Just… I’ve seen the look that you get. You got a girl out there or somethin’?”

“What look?”, Dean demanded, wiping some sweat off of his forehead with his dirty hand, smearing some grime across his skin in the process.

“That can’t eat, can’t sleep-face you make when you zone out, mate. I know that look. Trust me.”

Dean side-eyed Benny with disbelief. “What, you got a girl out there?”

“Used to. Andrea...” Her name rolled off of Benny’s tongue wistfully. “She was the light of my life.”

Dean looked around, wary and on high alert, clutching his machete tightly. “What happened?”, he asked. Back in the day, he’d never paid a single thought to the idea of monsters being able to love. And now here he was, Dean freaking Winchester, working together with a monster. A vampire who used to be in love.

“I’ll share mine if you share yours.”

“Not now,” Dean warned lowly, images of her invading his mind. The last thing he needed was to get distracted by the thought of her. Recalling her kindness, her voice, her face… It was only going to soften him, which he couldn’t afford right now. Not while he was hunting.

A twig snapped in the distance, capturing the two men’s attention. They instantly took off in the direction of the sound, ready to hunt down whatever threat was lurking in the woods.

After spending too many hours on his aching feet, Dean was lying on his back. His eyes were closed as he tried to get some rest on the muddy ground. Tiny, sharp stones were digging into his back, but he’d already given up on getting comfortable. Sleep was only required to help him survive another day, not to make him feel good.

Benny may not have needed much rest, but Dean, being human, needed at least a few hours. The vampire sat a few meters away from the hunter, watching out for any dangers.

Dean’s eyes remained closed, but his mind was racing. He wondered whether he was ever going to see Sam again. Was his brother going to do something stupid to get him back? Of course, he also wondered if he was ever going to see Y/N again. He speculated about what would happen if they met again. They’d left things on interesting terms, to say the least.

“Can’t sleep?”, Benny uttered, keeping his voice down.

With a frustrated sigh, Dean opened his eyes. He stared at the colorless sky, unwilling to face his companion. “Her name’s Y/N.”

Dean’s words sparked Benny’s interest, who sat up further in surprise. The hunter hadn’t opened up once in all the time they’d spent together, so the vampire eagerly took the bait. “She your girl?”

The Winchester shook his head, his eyes now roaming the trees surrounding them. Not even the leaves that adorned the branches had any color. Everything was dull, somber. “No.”

“She a hunter?”

“No.”

Benny chuckled. “She real?”

“Of course, she’s real,” Dean barked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You’re shit at openin’ up, you know that?”

A tense silence ensued between them. Dean kept clenching and unclenching his fists, contemplating whether or not to tell Benny about Y/N. After a few minutes, he pushed himself up into a seated position, his jacket coated with a fresh layer of dirt. He kept his gaze on the ground. “She doesn’t hunt. But, uh, she’s dating a hunting friend of my brother’s. That’s how I got to know her.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Dean could see that Benny was tilting his head. That piece of information clearly wasn’t what the vampire expected.

“Unrequited love, huh?” Benny clicked his tongue. “That sucks, chief.”

“I’m not so sure about that…”

“Somethin’ was goin’ on between you two,” Benny figured, casually wielding his machete in his hands.

Dean shrugged his shoulders. “When I first got to know her, I just thought she was hot. I mean, really hot…” He felt himself smile for the very first time since he’d ended up in Purgatory. “She was wearin’ those tight little jeans. God, those jeans… Her nose wrinkled when she laughed. And she laughed a lot.” Dean could clearly picture their very first meeting. How she’d wrapped him up in a caring hug despite not even knowing him. “Whenever we hung out, we just… had the best time, you know? Grinned until our faces hurt. But, uh… Her boyfriend got more and more possessive of her.”

“Well, if some guy was pinin’ after my girl, I woulda ripped his head right off.”

“Oh, shut it, I wasn’t pining,” Dean grumped.

Benny snickered darkly. “Sure, you weren’t.”

“Anyway, I went to see her before my last case. Before we went up against the Leviathans. She wanted me to keep her updated. She was always worried.” Dean paused, searching for words. Y/N used to text him. To check up on him and Sam. He wondered if she’d called, or left any messages for him to read if he ever got out of Purgatory. “About us,” he added, wearing a far-away expression on his face as he pictured her smile.

“So, you went to say goodbye. Before you went after that Roman guy.”

Dean looked down at his palms. They were covered with multiple cuts and callouses that never seemed to heal – a constant reminder of Purgatory’s viciousness. “Yeah. I wasn’t sure if I was gonna make it outta that one alive. Her boyfriend wasn’t home. And we, uh…” He scratched the corner of his mouth with his dirty thumb. “We kissed.”

Benny’s eyebrows shot up like little rockets aiming for the sky. “You kissed her?”

“Best thing I’ve ever done,” the hunter replied, his voice sounding delicate and pure, like melted honey.

His voice had never sounded that gentle since he’d ended up in Purgatory. Not once. Benny took notice of this, his steel blue eyes examining Dean’s face.

The vampire sighed. “Well, if we make it outta here, you better haul your ass to her place and work it out.”

Dean nibbled on his bottom lip and stared into the endless distance. Even though he had no clue how Y/N really felt about him, the thought of seeing her again provided a special sense of comfort. “Yeah… Now, come on. Let’s get goin’. I can’t sleep, anyway.”

Dean pressed ‘ignore’ for the third time in a row. He didn’t want to hear another word from Sam. He’d made it out. He’d actually made it out of Purgatory. Only to find out his brother hadn’t bothered looking for him.

Dean couldn’t stand the thought of staying at Bobby’s old cabin all by himself. His soul was yearning for company. For someone with whom he could share a genuine smile. Someone who had missed him, who would want to celebrate that he was back.

As he drove through the dark, into the direction of Y/N’s house, he prayed that she was still that someone.

When his phone started ringing again, he turned it off. Sam had left him to rot, why should he care now?

Dean sped up his beloved car, racing towards Y/N’s home. He had no clue what he was going to find there, but he had no other place to go. Hell, he was even willing to put up with Andrew if it meant he could crash there for the night.

Once his destination came into view, he felt his blood pump faster. He parked Baby on the side of the road and just sat there for a moment, staring at the small, cozy home that Y/N shared with Andrew.

After Dean had freed Benny, he’d promised him that he would go see her. That he would talk to her. But now, being so close, he felt ridiculous. She wasn’t single, so what the hell was he expecting?

Before he could talk himself out of it, he swung open the car door and stepped out. He adjusted his jacket on his way to her porch. His anxiety traveled from his feet all the way up to his head.

Standing in front of the door, Dean proceeded to smell his armpits. Being drenched his own sweat for a year made him paranoid about his appeal. Good thing he’d taken a long shower back at Bobby’s cabin.

He took a deep breath, not feeling ready for this at all. It wasn’t like he’d been a social person over the course of the past twelve months. What was he supposed to say to her? ‘Hey, we kissed a year ago and things are hella awkward now, but I’m back from Purgatory, can I stay the night?’ Did Y/N and Andrew even still live here?

Just as he was about to ring the bell, the door was suddenly pulled open.

With a jerk, Dean retreated his finger from the bell. His head snapped up, and his mouth parted. He was caught with no way out. His wide emerald orbs settled on Y/E/C ones. “Y/N?”

There, standing in front of him, was the woman he’d dreamed about seeing again. And damn, she looked breathtaking.

Y/N was wearing a purple sundress and heels. She wore a pinned-up hairstyle that gave her face enough room to shine in all its glory. Her eyes sparkled in the darkness.

She looked like an angel. And not those feathered dicks that Dean had encountered. No, she looked just like an angel from the stories that his mom used to tell him.

A relieved smile spread on Dean’s lips, rays of sunshine flooding his soul at the sight of her. She was home. And she seemed to be fine.

Yet, before he knew it, the door was shut with a bang. Right in his face. On instinct, he took a step back. He stared at the door, dumbfounded by her reaction. “Y/N?!”, he called out to her.

He stepped closer to the door again and put his ear against it. He could hear frantic rustling on the other side. A few daunting moments later, the door was pulled back open.

Y/N now carried a flask and a can of salt in her hands. Without so much as hesitating, she used the flask to splash him with what he believed to be holy water. Dean instinctively closed his eyes as the cool liquid hit his face.

She frowned, puzzled, when nothing happened. She then flung some salt at his torso – again, to no avail. Her bewildered brows scooted closer together. Rolling up her dress, she revealed a black thigh holster, and pulled a silver knife from it.

It would have been pretty hot in Dean’s opinion if she didn’t grab his arm and dig the blade into his skin. A thin red line appeared on his forearm.

“Ah,” Dean winced, withdrawing his arm after she’d cut him. He caught her gaze, impressed by her straightforward behavior. “Atta girl,” he commented in awe, his voice hoarse with pride.

Her eyes became round with wonder as she looked up at him. She studied his face, astonished. Her stare didn’t waver as she was terrified that he was going to disappear into thin air. Her mouth opened and closed a few times. “You’re…”

“I’m me,” he vowed. He held up his hardened hands reassuringly.

“Oh my God,” she whispered and stepped towards him. After snaking her arms around his neck, she pulled him down for a tight hug.

Dean followed her lead. His hands found her lower back. He let her hold him, wrap him up in a warmhearted embrace. He buried his face in her hair, resting his chin on her shoulder. The sweet scent of her strawberry shampoo invaded his nostrils, calming his nerves.

Dean had been on guard for an entire year on end. Right in that moment, in Y/N’s arms, he felt himself let go for the very first time in twelve torturous months.

Closing his eyes, he reveled in her tender touch. His body melted against hers. His arms tightened around her body. Tears started to well up in his green orbs, causing him to shut them even more tightly. He hated the burning sensation. He didn’t want to cry. He didn’t want to worry Y/N. An involuntarily sigh left his lips when she started running her hands up and down his wide shoulder blades in a soothing gesture.

After a minute of staying wrapped up in each other’s arms, they broke apart. Dean blinked at her, hoping that she didn’t see his unshed tears. But she looked just as emotionally charged as he felt.

Suddenly, her sweet face twisted with bitterness and she landed an unexpected blow to his shoulder.

“Ouch!” Dean covered his shoulder with his hand, arching a surprised eyebrow at the punch.

“What the hell happened?”, Y/N demanded.

“Well, if you promise you won’t hit me again, I’d like to come in and explain,” Dean sassed, holding his free hand up in defense.

Y/N stepped aside and Dean walked into her house, wiping his wet face that was still covered in holy water. He noticed that her place looked different. New colors, new furniture. “You renovated?”, he asked.

She pointed towards the couch in the living room and watched as he took a seat. “I needed a change of scenery.”

Dean sat back against the soft cushions of her couch. “I like it,” he commented mindlessly and watched with flaming interest as Y/N removed her thigh holster. The smooth skin of her leg was a sight to behold, especially after one year of celibacy. There was nothing he wouldn’t give to be able to touch her, to squeeze her flesh in his hands.

After retrieving her phone, Y/N quickly started typing away.

“What are you doing?”, Dean inquired, looking up at her from where he was seated.

“Calling off my… date,” she sighed. With an unreadable expression on her face, she dropped her phone on the table. With careless movements, she kicked off her heels and sat down next to her visitor.

“Date?”, Dean repeated with a baffled expression, trying desperately to mentally catch up with her. The hunter took a swift look around. “Where’s Andrew?”

Y/N hesitated and glanced at the floor. A pang of dread settled in the depths of Dean’s chest. Something was off.

After taking a deep inhale, Y/N finally said, “He’s dead.” Her fingers started to play with the hem of her dress.

“What? How?” Dean sat up straight, genuinely taken aback. Andrew had been a damn good hunter, he had to give him that.

“One year ago, he died on a hunt...” She bit the inside of her cheek and paused for a moment. “Because of me.”

Dean shook his head. “How can you think that?”

Y/N tried to swallow the lump in her throat, but it was too thick. Her regret was so heavy that she felt like it was going to drag her down through the ground and straight to hell. “I, uh… I wanted to be honest with him. I told him about our kiss,” she revealed with a shaky voice, “And he… He said he needed a break. So, he went on that hunt by himself.” Her eyes glistened with remorse. “He didn’t wait for backup. Those ghouls… They tore him to pieces.”

“Y/N…” Dean’s hand reached out to touch her shoulder. “You didn’t kill him.”

She blinked, causing a single tear to slide down her cheek. “I drove him away.”

Dean couldn’t bear the thought of her blaming herself when he was just as responsible for that kiss. Perhaps even more. “Well, then it’s my fault, too. I kissed you.”

“We kissed each other,” Y/N clarified, her watery gaze holding a deep softness as she looked at him. She didn’t want him to blame himself. She was the one who’d been in a relationship, not him.

Dean stared back at her for a while, amazed by the warmth in her gaze. She was so perfect to him that it hurt. He never wanted to see her cry again. Once he realized just how intently he was staring at her, he cleared his throat. “Yeah. Uh…” He didn’t know how to start the conversation he intended to have with her about that kiss.

“Enough about that,” she interrupted his train of thought, quickly wiping the skin under her eyes. After taking a calming breath, she continued, “What happened to you? Sam… He sent me a message about you being gone. I tried contacting him, but he never got back to me.”

“He just said I was gone?”, Dean demanded, unable to hide his anger.

Y/N nodded. “I tried digging up information about your whereabouts, but I couldn’t find anything. Not a single trace. I thought you were dead.”

He chuckled bitterly. “Well, at least someone tried lookin’ for me.”

“Dean, what’s going on?”

“I didn’t die.” He rubbed his hands together, feeling the chapped skin of his callouses scrape against each other. “I got sent to Purgatory.”

The muscles in Y/N’s forehead twitched. “… Purgatory?”

“Yeah.”

And just like that, every last gruesome detail came pouring out of him. He told her how he’d been dragged to Purgatory along with Dick Roman. How he’d become the hunted. How he’d lost Castiel. That he’d made a vampire friend who’d offered him a way out.

Y/N just sat there, listening to every single word he had to say. She nodded occasionally to encourage him to keep talking. Somewhere along his monologue, she placed her hand on his knee, squeezing gently. The hunter was beyond relieved to be with her.

“I’m so sorry, Dean,” she breathed once he’d poured his heart out. She must have listened to him for nearly an hour, but she didn’t show any signs of being tired of it.

When he looked at her, he saw the pain on her face. The pain she felt for him, for what he’d gone through. “Yeah. Me, too,” he said quietly. He placed his hand on top of hers that was still resting on his leg. “So… You’re dating, huh?”

She went with the change of subject, knowing that their conversation was already dark enough. “I went on a few dates recently. But…,” Y/N chuckled drily, feeling stupid for what she was about to say, “There was something about being with a hunter, you know? It was… exciting. Exhilarating.” She scoffed and shook her head. “Hunters aren’t clueless, they know what’s out there. They know what’s important. Those dates, they just, I don’t know…”

“Bored you?”, Dean assumed, pushing his eyebrows together.

“Yeah.”

He tilted his body so that he could fully face her. “So… You’re not disappointed that I ruined the one tonight?”, he asked, brushing his thumb back and forth across the back of her hand.

Her lips curled, the smallest of smiles brightening her face. “God, no. I’m just glad you’re back, Dean.”

He couldn’t help but return her smile. She was happy to have him back. Truly happy. And he knew it was inappropriate, immoral, considering what had happened to Andrew, but this situation was like a dream come true. Getting out of Purgatory, that was him coming back to the world of the living. Getting to see Y/N again, that was him coming back to life.

“You know…,” he trailed off, his tongue darting out to lick his lips, “I’m a hunter.”

And just like that, the whole atmosphere shifted from a somber heart-to-heart to an intimate staring match.

A curious glint became apparent in her eyes. “Are you asking me on a date, Winchester?”

Dean leaned forward, bringing his hand up to rest on her waist. “Not what I had in mind.”

It took all of his courage to make his next move. Perhaps he’d forgotten how to charm a woman with his words, but his body had not forgotten the art of seduction. So, he followed his intuition. Start slow. Don’t be aggressive. He gently caressed her side as he brushed his lips against hers, the kiss light as a feather.

She tasted just like he remembered. Like peppermint and dopamine.

“This okay?”, he breathed against her mouth as he broke away from her. So far, so good.

Y/N was enchanted by the plump pillows that were Dean’s lips. It was wrong, immoral, but he was the man she’d secretly desired for years. And he was standing right before her, in the flesh, offering himself to her. “Do that again,” she whispered.

He complied with her request and pressed his mouth to hers again, more firmly this time. She kissed him back, her hands taking a greedy hold of his shoulders. This was it. This was his signal.

Dean pushed her backwards, making her lean back against the couch. He hovered above her, never pulling away from her lips.

She reached for his jacket and pushed it down his broad shoulders. “Off,” she muttered in between kisses.

Dean shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it to the side. His hands then took a tour across her body, needing to feel more of her. His blood started to pump faster. His carnal instincts took over. He needed more. He needed everything. All the touches, all the intimacy he could get.

But most of all, Dean needed to be in control. After all the danger, all the threats, all the blood he’d shed in Purgatory, he couldn’t give away control. Not yet. Not even to the one person who gave him all the comfort he demanded.

His mouth moved against hers more and more feverishly. He was rewarded with a pleased mewl from Y/N and snarled from deep within his throat, feeling like a dog in heat. He yearned to touch her hot skin, to trace it all until he’d memorized every single inch of her body, but at the same time, he couldn’t wait to fill her up, hard and fast.

Dean pushed her dress up around her hips. His fingers were drawn to her underwear by an invisible magnetic force.

“Hmm…”, she cooed when he started rubbing her through her panties.

Dean felt the fabric dampen underneath his fingertips. He forgot how to talk, how to make sense of words. Instead, his mind filled with images of all the ways in which he wanted to make her his. Before he knew it, he was ripping her panties down her legs.

Y/N helped him out by kicking off her underwear. She then began fumbling with his belt, brushing against the promising bulge in his jeans.

Meanwhile, Dean took his sweet time ogling her glistening pussy. Knowing that she was wet for him, ready for him to bury himself inside her, it made his blood go wild. He caught the tip of his tongue between his teeth as she freed him from his confines. His dick sprung free, coated with pre-cum. After all this time of not being touched, he felt like he could come by simply staring at Y/N.

Before she had a chance to do anything other than look at him, Dean impatiently licked his palm and spread the saliva along his shaft. All too eagerly, he guided his cock to her pussy.

“Dean!”, Y/N laughed, planting her palms on his t-shirt-covered chest, making him pause, “I’d like to feel your skin against mine, you know.”

He half-groaned in frustration, and tore his t-shirt over his head, leaving his spiky hair to stand up at odd angles. Not that either of them cared. In fact, Y/N quite enjoyed his hedgehog hair.

She shimmied out of her dress and unhooked her bra. They were both in a hurry, eager to spend the night in each other’s waiting arms.

Once they were both naked, Dean climbed on top of her again, his mind a little less hazy. He couldn’t just jump her like a caveman, could he?

With a growl, he rejoined their lips. They lost all shame, exchanging hot, messy kisses, licking into each other’s mouths. One of his hands tangled in her hair as they made out. The other hand went to her ass, cupping her flesh possessively.

As they caught their breath, she smiled up at him, her pupils lust-blown. Reaching down, she wrapped her hand around his shaft, spreading his precum all over his manhood.

When she started jerking him with agonizingly slow movements, Dean grunted, his lips attaching to her neck. Y/N moaned when he sucked on her delicate pulse point, no doubt hard enough to leave a mark.

“Need you,” he growled into her skin.

“Then take me.”

The sound of her voice sent a surge of desire straight to his member, making it jerk. Dean grabbed Y/N as though she weighed nothing and flipped her over onto her stomach. She tried to get up on her hands and knees, but he kept her in place.

“Stay down,” he mumbled, straddling the backs of her thighs.

Y/N did as she was told and rested on her stomach. As she turned her head to look at him, a luscious grin tugged at the corners of her lips.

Dean focused on her ass, which was on full display for him. He bit his lip at the sight, his hands taking a hold of her butt cheeks. He squeezed them, making a small whine leave her lips.

“You got a condom?”, he asked, “Wanna be inside you when I come.”

A bouquet of excitement bloomed inside of her, spreading across her limbs like wildfire. “Under the coffee table.”

Not moving from his spot on top of her, Dean reached out, rummaged around a little, and found a pack of condoms. Impatiently, he took one out, the pack almost slipping through his fingers. After ripping the foil package open, he rolled the condom on.

“Ready?”, Dean all but grunted down at her, his voice full of need.

“Mhh, yes.”

He grabbed himself and slowly pushed the head of his dick into her. The position made her unbelievably tight. So tight that it was difficult for him to enter her. He bared his teeth at the feeling. The sensation was so overwhelming that his jaw went slack.

Y/N sighed and buried her face in one of the pillows as he sheathed himself inside her.

“You good?”, he asked through gritted teeth. If he didn’t start moving soon, he was going to lose it.

She lifted her head up off the pillow. “Yeah. Just… Adjusting.”

The cockiness was audible in Dean’s voice when he retorted, “It’ll pass. Just give it a sec.”

“I know, smartass,” she shot back and rolled her eyes at the smug tone in his voice.

He chuckled and started to slowly move his cock in and out of her body as he sat on the backs of her thighs, letting her get used to him. He could feel her tightness, her slick, all of it as he dragged himself through her inner walls. When she started moaning for him, he took it as a sign that she was prepped enough.

Dean braced his palms on either side of her head, moving to lean on top of her. He could feel the hot skin of her ass against his front as she pushed herself back against him. It made him go even deeper. She whined when he suddenly delivered a sharp thrust.

“Like that?”, Dean rasped into her ear.

She turned her face so she could meet his gaze, and nodded. He kept up the harsh thrusts, finding a steady, punishing rhythm.

Y/N’s fists tightened around the pillow, holding on through the euphoric ride. A chain of shaky moans left her red lips.

He responded by leaving a sloppy, damp trail of kisses along her shoulders and neck. When she clenched around him, he cursed under his breath. “Holy shit…” He abruptly stopped his movements, much to Y/N’s dismay.

“Dean…,” she wailed in disapproval.

“Hold on,” he told her, his voice gruff with want. He reached for another pillow and attempted to shove it under her lower abdomen.

Y/N got the idea and pushed herself up to help him. As she lifted her ass, it made her tighten almost painfully around him.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he hissed.

She laughed playfully at Dean’s reaction and properly positioned her lower abdomen on the pillow. It pushed her ass up towards him, making him slide in and out of her with more ease.

“Oh, you’re gonna get it now,” he threatened.

“Bring it on,” she teased back.

He planted his hands on either side of her head again and started his rhythm back up, driving his member into her with such force that it knocked the breath out of Y/N’s lungs. She gasped every time he gave another rough thrust, her eyes fluttering shut at the mind-blowing pleasure.

Dean had no idea what had gotten into him. He wanted to caress her, to worship her. But he desperately needed to be in control, to get it all out of his system. And by the sounds she was making, she enjoyed it just as much as he did.

The sounds of his skin slapping against hers rang through the living room, along with her squeals and his groans. It was downright sinful.

Dean dropped his head on her shoulder. Y/N reveled in the friction on her clit as he slid her against the pillow with each slam of his hips.

“Y/N…”

“You close?”, she breathed.

“Yeah… You?” His voice was strained with lust.

“Mh-mh,” she whimpered, unable to speak.

After a few more jabs of his hips, Dean couldn’t hold back any longer and shot his cum into the condom. “God, Y/N… Ugghhh.” His mouth hung open, his eyes were shut. His pace faltered with the immense pleasure that washed over him.

Y/N had her head propped up on her hands, looking back at him with pure, genuine awe. He looked so perfect as he came for her. Her teeth chewed sensually on her lip as he kept moving inside her.

Once Dean was finished, he opened his exhausted eyes and met her pleading gaze. He was still hard and gathered the stamina he had left to pick up his thrusts again. She released a groan, fisting parts of the couch as the pressure on her clit and g-spot overpowered her.

“Come for me, Y/N,” he demanded, panting into her hair as his thrusts rocked her back and forth against the pillow beneath her. The tip of his dick pounded into the very depths of her body.

The knot in Y/N’s belly tightened. Her back arched, causing her to grind herself even harder against him. “Dean!” As she fell apart, getting lost in the midst of bliss, gushing around him, her thighs trembled.

He guided her through it, pushing in and out of her until her orgasm subsided. She looked so fulfilled, so sexy, that he never wanted this Goddess of a woman to stop coming for him. When she did, though, he collapsed on top of her, completely spent.

Y/N hummed as she felt his weight on her back, making her sink into the cushions with a sleepy smile on her lips. “That was…”

“Awesome.”

She chuckled softly and Dean climbed off of her with a sharp exhale. While he got rid of the condom, Y/N scooted to the far end of the couch to make space for him.

As soon as he rejoined her, Dean slung his arm around her shoulders and pulled her as close as only humanly possible.

Now, he took his time to explore every curve of her body. He let his free hand roam her thighs, her hips, her sides, her breasts. He’d been dreaming about this very moment for years.

Y/N nuzzled into his touch every so often, basking in the attention he was showering her with. His roughness from before was gone. Now, he was the gentlest, most caring man in the world, showing her just how much love he had to give.

Dean couldn’t get enough of her. After one year of being punched, shoved, kicked, even stabbed, he was finally graced with affection. As soon as he realized just how much he’d been through, how much he craved a benevolent touch, he felt the tears burning in his eyes again. If she allowed him to, he was never going to let go of Y/N again. He was going to hold on to her love with all his strength.

He touched her cheek with his hand, making her look at him. “Can I stay?”, he asked, his husky voice laced with a plea.

She observed his green, sad orbs for a moment. Her heart longed for him so bad that she knew she couldn’t put it into proper words, even if she tried. A devoted smile spread across her face. Something from deep within told her that they could help each other heal.

“As long as you want, Dean.”

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