10, 27, 50đ„°
10. Do you believe in love at first sight?
Nah. Like you said thereâs infatuation at first sight.
27. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you?
Yes đ Iâve had a few poems sent to me on here either through anon, DMs or posting one and saying Iâm the inspiration behind it.
50. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?
Thatâs pretty complicated lol
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chronic oversharer - pg10
pierre gasly x reader smau
summary; yn loves oversharing to her followers and it turned out to be a good thing
warnings; none
fc; ainara torné
notes; the tiktok thingy took years of my life đ« a v short one bc my man pierre is criminally underrated on this app...
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yourusername just uploaded to their story!
[party girl era is backđ]
TIKTOK
yourusername posted a new video!
[so last night i went out, i hadnât gone out in too long⊠and i literally fell in love] [but iâm stupid and was drunk and i didnât even ask his name, all i know is that he was very french] [and i took a weird picture with him, hope i didnât freak him out]
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yourusername just uploaded to their story
[since everyone said âpost the pic with him!!â here it is... help me find the love of my lifeđŁ] [oh how i love oversharing my life on the internetâșïž]
TWITTER
INSTAGRAM
dms
pierregasly heard you were looking for me
yourursername this is literally so embarrassing bye
pierregasly itâs not embarrassing if i was also looking for you
yourusername damn that was smooth
yourusername how did you find out
pierregasly well itâs all over my instagram and twitterđ
pierregasly and charles showed me
yourusername whoâs charles
yourusername i didnât recognize you that night i donât know anything about f1đ
pierregasly youâll meet him
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[turns out hes kinda famous or wtvđ] [she won btw (im being forced to say this)]
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Hiya!
If you are comfortable with it could you do Oscar Piastri x pregnant reader?
I can just see him being so sweet and caring. Basically just a ball of mush đ
Little Peanut đ„
oscar piastri x pregnant!female reader
summary: that damn pregnancy pillowâŠ
warnings: very fluffy and sweet
a/n: so i kinda got this idea and i hope itâs okayđ
Little Peanut, as Oscar would call the still growing baby in your stomach, was causing problems for him he wasnât prepared for. Problems you werenât aware of that could happen, and it left your poor husband miserable.
âItâs not fair!â he whined as you watched him from your spot on the bed
âOsâŠit wonât be like this forever babyâ
âIt feels like it!â
He had the cutest pout on his face, really he did look like a kicked puppy and it made your heart tug a little bit.
âOnly 4 more months Oscar and youâll be right back beside me, itâs not that longâ
âYes it is.â
What was causing his grumpiness, your beloved pregnancy pillow that was a gift from his mother Nicole. You absolutely adored it, sleeping with this pillow changed your life, but your husband was not happy at all about it.
âCome hereâŠâ
Oscar hesitated as you moved the pillow out of the way, even if you would need it to sleep you could tell he just needed a good cuddle and you werenât going to deny the poor man of that.
Heâd been cuddleless for too long.
âReally?â
âMhmâ
You watched the frown on his face turn into a shy smile as he made his way towards you, making a quick stop to press a kiss to your stomach, then settling down beside you and pulling your body into him gently.
The two of you lay quietly for a few minutes, Oscarâs hand trailing up and down your back soothingly, honestly that was almost enough for you to fall asleep, but there was that slight ache only your pillow could help: for now youâd stay quiet.
âAre you happy baby?â
âYes thank youâŠâ
Tilting your head back just enough you were able to kiss his cheek softly before smiling, letting your head rest on his shoulder.
âAre you really sure you need that pillowâŠmaybe-â
âOscar?â
The room fell quiet before he sighed dramatically
âPeanut wins againâŠâ
That pillow would be the death of him, but whatever little peanut wanted, little peanut would get.
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We Met Again
Part 2 of When We Met since yâall asked so damn much! I just hope this one doesn't get censored toođ
Summary: You were on a 6-month-long mission with Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes only to come back to the compound and face Wanda.
Warnings: G!P reader, angst, making out, unprotected sex, ejaculation , soft sex turned rough, hair-pulling, breaking the bed (literallyđ),
Word Count: 3,702
Prt 1 Here
"Welcome back Y/n, how was your little adventure with the boys?" Kate Bishop stood behind the bar making herself a pink alcoholic slush of some sort. You were covered in dirt and soot from head to toe. You just got off a mission with Sam and Bucky. You were in Egypt going about looking for a highly classified terrorist ring. Thankfully you got to them before they started their reign.Â
"Adventure my ass. I slept on the dirt while the boys slept in cozy beds like princesses. I tell you what I need is a shower and to take a well-deserved dirt nap in a real bed." You threw your weapons on the table halting at a chair and flinging off your boots. "I'll clean this shit up later Kat, I've been waiting for this." You turned to see Kate pouring herself a tall misshapen glass full of pink slush. "Sure thing Y/n, you and I are the only ones here I think. You want the rest?" She licked the side of her glass where she spilt. "Why not, might help me crash harder." You reached around Kate grabbing the whole blender. There was more than a mouthful left. You thought maybe it was strawberry daiquiri, so you thought nothing of it and chugged it. The first sip made you gag.
"Jesus Christ Bishop! Paloma? Really? What are you 40? You've been around Potts too long. Good lord.." You hated tequila, especially grapefruit. You polished it off not backing down leaving it on a table in the middle of the hallway. You knew there were empty beds not touched by any of the other Avengers. Basically new. It was funny really. Everything to you looked new but it was just the same as the last time you were down this hallway. Maybe it looked new because the last time you were here you were drunk with your pants around your ankles. Come to think of it. That table was new. You pivoted around noticing the table on further inspection. You saw a crack along the wall. Oh yeah, you remember. That was the spot. The spot where you and Wanda...
Yeah...Wanda...
You remember where her room was. You remember you crashed there after you both finished your fun in the hall. Curiosity killed the cat. You noticed the door was slightly cracked allowing light to shine through. But it was almost midnight, it wasn't natural light. It was from a light. Is she there? Did she forget to turn off the lights? Maybe. You pondered. Kate did say after all you two were the two here so it was bound she forgot. It's a common mistake.Â
You tip-toed over to her room letting your fingers creep through the part between the door and the wall slightly allowing the length of your fingers to pry the door a bit more. Your strength got the hold of you as it flung open. Wanda was sitting at the edge of her bed in her room, with her leg raised to lean her elbow on her knee, underneath her chin.Â
"Kate honey I told you for the third time today. We can drink and watch Sex and The City tomorrow. I don't feel up to it." She huffed watching the news. Her brows were furrowed, her eyes darting back and forth watching the live footage of whatever catastrophe happened. "So you're the one drinking Palomas huh?" You leaned in the door frame crossing your arms. You had to laugh. You never thought she was a cocktail girl. Though..you never thought she was the kind to give blowjobs either but you were surprised by both.
"Oh..it's you...no I don't drink that shit. She found Tony's recipe book for Pepper and his date nights and she's drinking like a fish...When did you come back to the States?" She was genuinely surprised to see me. Her leg fell from where it was prompted. Wanda stood up walking the length of her bedframe around to meet you.
You were shocked also. Maybe she wasn't showing yet? You swore you thought you'd come home and find her pregnant but unless she's super athletic or has it hidden she doesn't look like she's expecting.
"Ah 30 minutes ago. Um..stupid question.." You scratched your head looking down at Wanda then back up at her eyes. She laughed standing in front of you. Her hand reached to your cheek whipping the loose dirt from your undereye.Â
"Haha no! Unfortunately, I'm not pregnant. I don't know how. I always thought that first tries always work. I even helped you out a bit."Â
"Unfortunately? You wanted me to get you pregnant? Are you insane? You don't even know me and you want kids from me! I'm too young to have a family! Even with my powers...let alone, what gives you the right to choose for me!" You broke her hand away backing away. You had to leave or else there'll be bigger cracks in the wall.Â
"Y/n please, I never meant to hurt you. I just got confused that's all. You were so nice to me and after I lost Vis 2 times and lost my boys I just felt you comforted me. That's all." Wanda reached again grasping your bicep. You pulled away again this time hitting the wood casing around the frame with your elbow. The wood casing flew off behind you hitting the hallway floor.
"No! Donât you dare touch me! All you cared about was yourself! Just because someone showed you comfort doesn't mean you let them cum inside you, Wanda! That's really fucked up! I'm sorry you lost your family but you can't just use me to play house!" You growled noticing your rage was becoming the better of you. Wanda through your eyes was becoming tiny. Her body language was making her small. Curling her fingers into the sleeves of her black cardigan, crossing her arm over to her elbow. She looked down at her bare feet letting out a shakey breath.
"I'm really sorry Y/n...I don't know what I was thinking. I've been so used to having people around me. That it feels weird to be by myself." Wanda's head was bowed letting her newly brown hair almost cover her head. A tiny tear ran down her blushed cheek wiping it away quickly.
All you saw was red. Not by Wanda's magic. But for some reason, you were enraged. How could you be this angry over something you fully did with Wanda 6 months ago? Maybe you do have a tiny bit of an anger problem. Little? In this case, that's an understatement.Â
You huffed feeling the hot pressure on your chest cool down to your stomach. You think seeing Wanda so visibly upset may have broken your cross attitude.Â
"Get used to it, Wanda." You had to storm off. If the conversation got any more heated; one of you was going to end up in a wall. And it was most likely going to be you. Maybe I'm just tired. Maybe if I get some sleep and a good shower I can speak to her more clearly.Â
You thought gliding to one of the newly furnished rooms.Â
Each room had its own bathroom. Tony is a playboy so obviously the bathroom was soundproof. The entire compound was all technology so a press of a button and the bedroom could be soundproof. You didn't need that tonight. You wished there was a switch to soundproof your head.Â
How could I snap like that? I haven't done that in years! What the hell was I thinking to begin with?! You felt like you could stand under the hot water for hours. It took two layers of body wash just to scrub away the dirt from your body and finally feel human. Maybe you were scrubbing off your anger with it in a sense. You had your little outbursts but this one almost made you black out. Your lofa scraped at your skin furiously, leaving little imprints everywhere. Your back flexed in the mirror examining your clean body. Your hips were women but your shoulders and torso were the shape of a man. You had average-sized breasts. They were nothing special, they were nice to look at but nothing that could turn any heads. Perhaps you could say they were bigger than average but you never noticed.
You got out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around your waistbone, as you inhaled walking to the foot of your bed your v-line showed every breath you took. You thought if someone was to walk in it would be less surprising seeing you topless instead of bottomless.Â
"Fuck...you got buff little one.." You gasped in fright hearing Wanda's quiet voice coming from the chair hidden next to the wall. Wanda's makeup was smeared all over her under her eyes. She was sniffling back what little tears she produced. She was crying heavily, using the sleeves of her cardigan. "What the fuck do you want now? Can't you see I'm busy? I'm not giving in to your mind games." You turned to face your back to her loosening the towel from your waist to dry your legs. You reached around putting on a pair of boxer briefs. You heard a creek come from the corner of your room knowing Wanda got up. Her bare feet were quiet on the hardwood but not quiet enough for you to hear.Â
"No mind games Y/n. I-I...wanted to apologize...you were right. I need to start learning how to be on my own. I deserve to be alone. I shouldn't have let you do those things to me." She held back a cry making her eyes gloss over.Â
"Hey, I didn't mean it like that. I was actually going to apologize to you. I don't know what came over me. I lost my temper too quickly. I haven't done that in years. I shouldn't have taken it out on you." Your hands lifted Wanda's chin to look at you, letting all of her hair fall back behind her shoulders. She looked like a baby raccoon. It was cute but you felt awful that she was crying because of you. "I'm so sorry Wanda." Wanda's hands placed around your hips, sliding herself closer to your body. You pulled her in deeper holding her close. Her head rested on your shoulder letting her finish her cries. Your hands caressed her skull, intertwining with her locs.Â
"It's okay..please, please stop crying. You're making me feel worse." You sat her down on the foot of the bed still massaging Wanda's head. She buried her face in your chest noticing her sobs being muffled into silent sniffles. One of your hands dropped placing it on her chest, directly on top of her heart. Her beats were rapid on the first touch, but once you dragged your fingertips along her skin she settled. Your other hand finally dropped rubbing her spine. She was frail in comparison to your body. Every muscle you flexed made it seem more apparent.Â
"Thank you," she sniffled, using her sleeve to wipe away her stained makeup. "Thank you very much Y/n. I feel like sometimes I can just go off the handle." Wanda wiped another tear with her sleeve again, the tears glossed in her eyes and made her pupils sparkle as she looked so passionately into your eyes.Â
"It's fine Wanda. We all go off the handle some days. I did it on you earlier. We just need to relax a little. The both of us."Â
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You and Wanda laid down together in silence. It wasnât an uncomfortable silence however, it felt somehow to you a healing silence. You two didnât need to talk, thatâs what got you two into shit before. Just cuddling together. Wanda laid her head on your bare chest. You threw on a random stupid movie on TV, it was one of those goofy movies that two dudes probably smoked a joint and started filming. You didnât like it; Wanda found it comical. Sheâd laugh at the slightest action or joke. 15 minutes later however she was silent. You peered down checking up on her. Her eyes fluttered, she was falling asleep. You twitched which made her jump.Â
âJesusâŠwhatâs happened?â She whispered. I knew she fell asleep for a moment. You could hear it in her tone. Groggy and low.Â
âNothing sorry. My leg just spasmed. Itâs okay, you can go back to sleep.â Your hand ran down Wanda's thigh. Her skin was soft just like you remembered.Â
âShut up, I wasn't sleeping.â She giggled rolling her head the other way.Â
âOh I'm sorry, I just saw the stucco on the ceiling coming apart so I thought you were snoring.â You joked.
âFuck off!â She laughed sitting up on your lap. âI do not snore!â Her hands grasped a fist full of your bare breasts in either hand. It felt good to be handled again. As soon as her hands touched you that way, you instantly felt you were getting hard. It wasn't an embarrassment any longer. You had another one-night encounter after Wanda that made feel 10x better about your appearance.Â
âNo, that's just loudly humming in your sleep isn't it?â Your hands tightened around her hips slowly moving them back and forth. Wanda sucked air through her teeth letting a little gasp. "Ohh-stop!" She laughed biting her lower lip. "You want something else don't you detka?" Her dress grazed the front of your boxers, just to tease you.Â
"Perhaps. This time, it's on my terms. This time." Your hands pushed down on Wanda's thighs rubbing your forming bludge on the fabric of her panties. Her brows raised, turning her cheeks into a rose colour. "Really? Would you still want to? Even after everything I did?..."Â Â
âOf course.â You freed your hands from her thighs, swishing a strand of her hair away from her face looking into her emerald eyes. She giggled again looking down at your chest. âYouâre tits are huge Y/n.â Wandaâs hands clutched my full chest. "I don't think I saw them last time." She squeezed each handful. You whinced with her nails digging into your skin.Â
"Ha! Well, I hope you remember something else's size." You joked lightly tugging at your boxers. âHmm..I think I definitely need a refresher.â Wanda tugged the hem of her dress; pulling it over her head as her arms whisked it to the floor. Wandaâs hands jerked at the elastic band around your hips. Your fairly large erection greeted both of you with a fair shock as it bounced its way to freedom. âOh yes, I remember now.â Her tongue folded against the tops of her teeth. Your hands held a firm grip on either side of Wandaâs panties ripping them off. âSeems you donât need this huh?â She giggled letting out a small whimper. âFuck-âŠcan we stop all this talking Y/n? I really need you.â Your fingers trailed along her mound going further in her slit. Her inner core was silk. Your finger slipped inside effortlessly. Her little sounds became more low. âOhâŠg-god.â Her head dropped down making her lips lay on mine. "Stop fucking teasing me..." She groaned as her teeth bit the bottom of my lip. "Okay, you asked for it." You flipped Wanda onto her back. The bed's feet raised as the bed made a thump. "Did you want condoms?"Â
"N-no. No, Wanda, I can pull out." You bent down locking your lips with hers again. "Haha..sure, sure you can Y/n." Wanda's eyes glowed red again briefly. "Fuck no more games. Just let me fuck you by myself." Your fingers slid between Wanda's folds before slipping your cock inside. She gasped curling her fingers into the sheets. Your hands planted on the mattress on either side of Wanda's head. She uncurled her fingers from the bedsheets, moving them around your wrists. Her breaths were choppy trying to get ahold. You thought she looked so beautiful underneath you, the way her skin naturally glowed, her pearly white smile chewing her bottom lip, the way she looked at you. Not in a loving way just yet, in an adoring way? A needing way.Â
"Go on. Keep making those pretty sounds for me, sweetheart." Your hips dove in feeling her walls coating you effortlessly. Wandaâs whines grew deafening, her eyes did not stop turning shades of red.Â
âOh shitâŠy/nâŠuh-âŠâ Wanda's head rolled back on the mattress. Dropping her jaw open. You began to thrust with a heavy pace. Becoming quick with every moan that escaped Wandaâs lips. The bed frame formed a squeaking noise with each pump into the brunette. Wandaâs leg had a hard time trying to stay afloat around your hips, slipping every movement you two shared. You stopped pulling out briefly.Â
âWhat-..Y/n? Why did stop?! ContinuÄâŠâ Wanda cried out allowing her hands to fall scratching your biceps. âI will, don't worry. Go flip on your stomach, on your knees and bend over.â Wanda sighed a sly smile flipping onto her knees, arching her back letting her chest lay on the mattress. She glanced over her shoulder with her hair covering her face. Your hand traced her temple softly, leading your fingers into the brunette's long strands. Grasping a fistful of Wandaâs hair. You peered down watching your cock twitch in anticipation with Wandaâs ass sway in the same feeling of suspense. Your other hand grasped Wandaâs thigh sliding your shaft back into her slick folds.Â
âOhâŠfuck-â Wanda sucked air through her teeth tilting her head down with your hand still tight on her hair. You did begin to thrust slowly as you once did, you began to ram yourself deeply inside the witch as though you were pushing through air. Wanda's hand gave out mid-pump landing on her chest. Her hands gripped the bedsheets as she tried to move her head to a more comfortable spot. "Fuck...you have such a nice ass." You twisted Wanda's hair around your knuckles applying a forceful tug. Her head raised leaving a spot of drool on the sheets. "Uh-huh!" Wanda's head cocked further to watch you. Your hand jerked the fistful of Wanda's hair pulling her hair as hard as you could muster without ripping all of her hair out entirely. Her body lifted off the mattress onto her knees. Her back pressed on your chest laying her head on your shoulder. "Oh god!...Shit!" Your wrist could not take it anymore, you let go of Wanda's hair allowing it to fall behind your shoulder. Your hand relaxed on Wanda's thigh attaching every finger around the softest part of her leg. Wanda's arm flung around your throat holding herself up. "Shit...I'm going to cum..." Wanda's moans were silent as she took a small breath. "Huh? Good baby...me too." You sighed out feeling yourself climbing higher and higher up to your point of no return. "Do it Y/n." Wanda used her knees bouncing her body against you.Â
"Do what Wand?" You groaned in her ear smelling her sweet perfume sweat off onto you. "Cum in me...please..." Her cheek heated on yours as you felt her jaw lock open not letting another sound out. "Y-you sure? I don't know." You did not want to take that chance again, you had some rendezvous with a certain green bulky woman in Egypt, knowing you mastered your craft of pulling out. If you did not get her pregnant 6 months ago, hell, you couldn't do it again right?Â
"F-fine...you want me to cum inside you huh?" You huffed tightening your grip on Wanda's thighs, the wooden bedframe continued to rattle. The frame began to bell out with your knees ready to cave. "Yes! Yes!"Â
"Yes, what?"Â
"Cum inside me Y/n! Fill me!" Wanda's voice shrieked out letting go of a low-toned moan. "Oh god! I'm cumming!" Wanda grasped firmly on your neck vibrating her entire body. Her eyes glow red tracing red mists around both of your bodies. "Fuck!" The pressure within you exploded, you could not think if it was you that came or if Wanda had some help to speed it up. You felt your cock throb spewing out your cum in the witch. She tried her best to make her body stay still, her thighs would not stop fidgeting. You bucked your knees forward to have Wanda fall on her stomach as you fell with her. The bedframe finally gave way as the mattress hit the floor. You both hit a thump, Wanda chuckled under your body softly as she took a quick breath. "Well, shit. How do you expect to explain this to Tony?"Â
"We'll blame Kate," You sighed wiping a bead of sweat from your brow. "She got too drunk and we found her jumping on the bed. Agreed?"Â
"Agreed detka. Let's get out of here. We can go to my room." You arose to see the bedposts still standing but the wood beams holding the bed just fell. "Well, this was a great welcome back." You stretched out your arms above your head hearing the cracks of your shoulder blades. "I'd say so." You stood up from the mattress whisking your boxers off the floor.Â
"Y/n? You don't need those." Wanda sat up on her knees running her hands through her hair. You bent over as you picked Wanda up by her thighs and wrapped them around your waist. "Haha! I sure do. I don't want to scare Kate if we run into her." You took hefty strides over to the bedroom door, making your way down the hall to Wanda's room. Wanda draped her hands around your neck giving a sly little smile as she looked over her shoulder. Her wrist flicked a red mist, you witnessed the red mist run down the staircase doing nothing after it left the stairs. "There. She won't bug us. I put her to sleep for the night. Now, we can have more fun."Â
"Good. Let's hope I don't break your bed this time."Â
"Well, don't promise that. I'd love you to ruin me." Her finger traced along your jaw down your throat. "Ask, and you shall receive."Â
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àŒâ-ËËLyric Prank àŒâ-ËË
*In NRC's Groupchat*
Leona: @MC Brown guilty eyes and little white lies, yeah
MC: ...
Ace: đ”
Deuce: ^
Ruggie: Prefect, what did you do?
MC: Nothing?
Leona: Yeah, I played dumb but I always knew
MC: Huh?
Leona: That you'd talk to him, maybe did even worse
Leona: I kept quiet so I could keep you
MC: ...
MC: Nah, guys. This isn't Leona. He wouldn't say shit like this.
Ruggie: ROFL đ€Ł
Leona: And ain't it funny
Leona: How you ran to him
Leona: The second that we called it quits?
Ace: YOU TWO BROKE UP?!!
Deuce: đČ
MC: ...
MC: We're not even in a relationship.
MC: Right?
Ruggie: Shishishi why are you asking us?
Leona: And ain't it funny
Leona: How you said you were friends?
Leona: Now it sure as hell don't look like it
Ace: Yeah. Like I don't believe MC either whenever they said they're only friends with Malleus. đ
MC: Whaâ
Malleus: Why are you bullying the child of man?
Ace: Here comes the savior.
Malleus: ???
Leona: You betrayed me
Leona: And I know that you'll never feel sorry
Leona: For the way I hurt, yeah
Leona: You'd talk to him
Leona: When we were together
Leona: Loved you at your worst
Leona: But that didn't matter
MC: I'm
MC: In
MC: Confusion đ”âđ«
Ace: đ€„
Malleus: I should be the one feeling that way, Kingscholar.
MC: đ What?
Ace: Yeah! You're a manizer!
MC: đ§
Ruggie: đ€Łđ€Łđ€Ł
Deuce: đđđ
Leona: It took you two weeks
Leona: To go off and date him
Leona: Guess you didn't cheat
Leona: But you're still a traitor
Ace: See? SEE?!!
Ace: THIS IS WHAT I'M TELLING YOU!
Ace: SETTLE
Ace: WITH
Ace: ONE!
MC: You never tell me anything the fuck?
Malleus: It seems like a good advice, child of man.
MC: đ
Leona: Now you bring him around
Leona: Just to shut me down
Leona: Show him off like he's a new trophy
Ace: @Vil
Vil: Why did you @ me, potato 1?
Malleus: Hello, Schoenheit. Is the child of man showing you off to everyone?
Vil: Hm?
Vil: ...
Vil: They didn't need to.
Vil: I'm the fairest of all.
MC: đ
Vil: Anyway, what is this drama, Leona?
Leona: And I know if you were true
Leona: There's no damn way that you
Leona: Could fall in love with somebody that quickly
Ace: đ§ą
Deuce: đ§ą
Ruggie: đ§ą
Epel: đ§ą
MC: You guysâ
Epel: You're playing Mystic Messenger.
Epel: That's enough proof.
Idia: ROFL YOU PLAYING THAT?
MC: ...
Malleus: What does 𧹠mean?
Ace: Lies.
Malleus: Oh. Then. This is for you, child of man.
Malleus: đ§ą
MC: ...
MC: đ
Leona: Ain't it funny
Leona: All the twisted games
Leona: All the questions you used to avoid?
Leona: Ain't it funny?
Leona: Remember I brought him up
Leona: And you told me I was paranoid
Ruggie: @MC you had a death wish?
MC: đ§
MC: No?
Vil: Potato? You said that to him?
MC: No!
Leona: You betrayed me
And I know that you'll never feel sorry
For the way I hurt, yeah
You'd talk to him
When we were together
Loved you at your worst
But that didn't matter
It took you two weeks
To go off and date him
Guess you didn't cheat
But you're still a traitor
MC: ...
MC: Leona, seriously, what did I do? đ„č
Leona: God, I wish that you had thought this through
Leona: Before I went and fell in love with you
MC: ...
Rook: Le gasp!
Vil: Rook?
Rook: Roi du Leon! What a way to confess your feelings!
Leona: Tch.
Ace: That's a confession?
Deuce: But you're acting like MC already cheated on you
Leona: Don't they?
Leona: They like many guys
MC: I'm in a school full of handsome and precious men
MC: What do you want me to do? đ
Vil: And there's nothing wrong with that, potato, as long as you're not seducing them
Ruggie: But Leona wants to be seduced
MC: đ§
MC: ...
MC: You could've said so?
Ace: Yo! Manizer!
Vil: What?
Malleus: ^
Leona: I'm done here.
*Leona went offline.*
MC: I swear @Ace, if someone calls me "manizer", say đ to your freedom
Idia: Lololololol
Idia: Manizer.
MC: ...
MC: ACE.
Ace: It's not my fault!
Deuce: đ€Łđ€Łđ€Ł
Ruggie: đ€Łđ€Łđ€Ł
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Malleus: Kingscholar should know how to confess properly.
Idia: Breakup thoughts >
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So, hereâs the request lol
Fem reader x Ghost
Reader zones out a lot, doesnât zone back in for awhile and keeps unfocusing their eyes. Ghost sees this and takes care off them.
Would be interesting to seee how König handles this too but that can be a post for another day lol
Have fun and stay hydrated hun đ€
i'll be damned, i'm zoned out most of the time myself đ and i'm sure a lot of people relate as well, it's like i'm here but i'm not here lol. here have both đ€
Reader x Ghost + König | How They React to You Zoning Out Often
Simon 'Ghost' Riley
Even before you two were together, he noticed how you'd... go somewhere else. You'd sit there and stare off into space, in deep thought? No, you wish it was just deep thoughts. You couldn't really help your dissociation.
Sometimes you could respond to a quick question, but most times, you really were in another world.
He'd gently tap you on your shoulder and bring you back with his soft voice. "Lovie. Hey, come back to me. 'S alright."
Here lately though, it's gotten worse. You catch yourself zoning out more than usual, your eyes unfocusing as well.
You'd been sitting in the living room watching one of your favorite shows. Ghost walks in from work, happily greeting his lovely wife whom he loves coming home to. He took a shower and changed into casual clothes before he joined you, but when he walked in his happy expression turned into a worried one.
"Babe?" he called out, sitting next to you. No response. "Y/N...?"
You were staring off into space, not unusual, but you weren't responding - physically or verbally. He reached out to rub your back. You didn't even flinch. Just a few moments ago, you greeted him happily, even smiled at him. He leaves the room for a few minutes and comes out to you like this. It always worries him.
He sighs before he gets up and turns the lights off, closes the blinds to a point there's not much sunlight coming in and he shuts off the TV. He kneels down in front of you and grabs your hands in his.
"Y/N, doll, hey..." he reaches up to cup your cheek. Your expression still blank, though your eyes move, he leans up and places a loving kiss on your forehead. You finally start to come back and you take in a deep breath. "There she is, my sweet girl. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm okay," you smiled. You're not exactly sure why you do this, it slightly worries you but it's clear it worries Ghost more than it does yourself.
"I get so worried about you," he sighed. "There has to be something or somewhere we can go to see what's goin' on, is there?"
"Probably," you nervously laughed. "But there's not much they can do about it... I don't like doctors... or any of that sort."
"Regardless, I'll be here for you," he smiled. "I love you no matter what and I'll always take care of you."
König
Before you got together, he thought he had upset you the first time you zoned out. You two were having an at-home date, and you zoned out in the middle of your meal. You didn't mean to, it just happened.
Once you opened up, he made it a point to make every environment as comfortable as possible in hopes it would help lessen your moments.
He was so sweet and understanding about it, too.
He'd kiss all over your face and hold you so tight until you came back to him.
He had taken you out on an evening picnic, away from people, but close enough to take in the view of the beautiful lake as the sun was setting and you watched some ducklings and their mothers waddle into the lake.
You both finished your food and here you were laying in between his legs, back against his chest. You rested your head on his shoulder while you talked about nature and how it was such a beautiful night.
"It's not as beautiful as my Maus," he complimented you while he kissed your forehead.
You giggled, humming in response before you both fell in a comfortable silence.
Moments flew by, it was getting dark, but you didn't know that at the time.
"Maus? Maus?" his voice echoed, although you couldn't make out his words.
"Oh, Meine Liebe (my love)," he cooed as he gently grabbed behind your knees, now cradling you as he placed soft kisses all over your face. "I'm right here. It's gonna be okay."
He rubbed your cheeks, rocking you back and forth in his big arms, shushing and cooing at you, trying everything to bring you back. He kept his eyes on yours, which were focusing and unfocusing, slightly darting back and forth but he knew that you were zoning out.
"Oh, my dear," he smiled, rubbing your cheek faster as he saw your eyes start to flutter, blinking rapidly to wet your eyes that hadn't blinked for a good moment. "Is she okay? Do you feel alright? Let's get you back home."
"Mhm," you lazily agreed, looking up at your boyfriend who made you feel so safe even in these vulnerable moments. There was no one else in the world you'd rather zone out around; with him, you were safe no matter the state you were in.
A/N - This was actually very comforting to me personally! I know zoning out isn't the exact same for everyone but I only hope I captured this well. Thank you for the request @almightywdm <3
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đđPAC: moodboard Of Your Relationship with Your Future Spouse? âïžđ
Disclaimer: 18+ mature. This is a general reading I wanted to added a MoodBoard. Iâm doing a reading of my intuition. To see if you guys like it or not. Remember this is a general reading and these are Three Piles! So enjoy đ sorry it is going to be short and tell me what you think first.
Pile 1: In this relationship between you and your Spouse as the goofy couple. Both of you love to joke around with each other. It is like you two get each other, in the most possible way you can think of. Maybe, you two like the same movies, shows, food, or goofy faces. You both are each otherâs perfect match. I feel that you two are telepathically connected. You'll know what your husband is thinking and they'll know what you are thinking. Both of you say it out loud. I see lots of laughs and giggles. Aww, so adorable. I can see that you two will find ways to brighten up each otherâs mood. For example, if the other one is down the other uplift the other one up. I heard âHella support.â so much support here. I feel that this relationship is childlike. But don't get me wrong every relationship has thereâs low vibrations. But I'm sensing that this relationship is so goofy after an argument you two continue laughing đ
. Which is good to me, in my opinion. I see that your spouse likes feeding you making sure that you eat well. They're more the type to eat fruits. Your husband likes to eat fruits make sure their body is nice and right. I heard âriceâ so maybe, they eat a lot of rice for some of your husbandâs. Most of you, I think that your husband is very childlike in a relationship with you. It is like I heard âchildhood crush.â you know in those movies kid grow up remembering their childhood lover. It is like that with you two. That's the vibe I'm sensing. But I also sense self-care as well. You two will bathe with each other, putting on face masks. It is like a routine with you two. Every day the second you wake up in the rising. You two start your routines. I feel that you like to be on your husband a lap. If you look at the mood board pictures, you can tell. Always on them. For this Pile, I sense that you have a codependency. Or they do. They are always on you. You're on them. Which is okay as long as it is healthy. If it gets too toxic, oh snap! Lol đ but I don't sense honestly. But I sense good vibes. I do feel that they will propose to you. They'll make your dream wedding happen for you. Even if they don't make that much money they'll help you out because I heard them say âI love you.â They'll do anything to make you happy. You are their priority. You come first in their eyes. Oh wow! I sense some irritation from people, but who gives a damn!
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Pile 2: Hmm, đ€oh aww, I see that in this relationship a lot of kid vibes too. Huge childlike. I see that you guys might go to Chucky Cheese together. Or a lot of carnivals đȘ. Don't make fun of the Chucky Cheese pizza place I think it is adorable. Maybe, your husband is good at playing basketball. But I see that you guys winning tickets together. They like winning prizes. Oh my god, aww. I heard âlove at first sight.â for this relationship, it is love at first sight. The second they saw you, it was a moment for your husband that they fell in love with you. That's so amazing. I feel that for this relationship, I sense a wedding vibe. But I heard âslow burn.â this relationship will take time to grow and mature. But I'm seeing a lot of comfort. So much emotional support. A lot of kissing, and cuddling next to each other. Oh wow. You two love being all up on each other! Yes, I am seeing so much kissing. Making out sessions even at home. I won't tell if you donât lol đ. I'm just kidding. But I am having a small wedding. I do see that you two want to grow old together. Even when you two old together you two will look amazing old. Still taking selfies together. Haha đ amazing. I feel that you have your kinks and you might show off your kinks in public with your husband. Oh yeah, I see that you guys are always out in public. Like sometimes you two will be at home and having sex a lot. But when you guys are in public Bam! Kissing and selfies. I heard the song âTeenage Dream.â by Katy Perry. Maybe, you should listen to that song. You two are teenagers in this relationship it is like your high school sweetheart. I can hear your husband say âI wish that I'd met you in high school.â
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Pile 3: oh dang, I am sensing a lot of sexual intention between you and your husband in this relationship. I heard âgoofy moment.â oh yeah, you two love being up on each other including sexually. You're always horny for your husband. Even them as well. I see them kissing your legs, body, and your pussy too. Wow, but I'm seeing them gently kissing you up and down. Kissing your thighs, neck, arms, hands, lips, etc. They are always fuccin horny for you. I see that you wear lingerie whenever your husband comes home from work, I heard âmeeting.â and even after a meeting, they finished up. You wearing their T-shirt đ and just slowly undress yourself the second your husband walks through that door. Oh yeah, I can see them hitting their lips. I heard them say âWow, I had a rough day.â so they just walked in the door picked you up, lay you down on the bed, and started kissing you. I feel that you guys love being in the water. Maybe, water cleanses you two. It is like a relaxing body. I sense self-care as well. Your husband brushing their teeth while you doing your makeup. I don't see you two hogging each other space. Or whenever you guys are in front of a mirror đȘ they don't hog you. You two respect each other space. I am seeing so much love đ here. I sense dominant vibes. They're your dominant man/woman and your submissive woman/man or them/they. That's what I'm feeling like. I do see you putting your finger in your husband's pants! Oh my god, I can sense them moaning. They love your hand in their pants. So you two have this kind of relationship of submissive momma and dominant daddy or the other way around. But I am getting a healthy relationship and boundaries. Wow, I'm feeling heavy respect here!
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drunken bets (cs55)
carlos x mclaren social media!reader
summary: carlos makes a bet with a few other drivers, claiming that he can get you, a new (introverted) mclaren employee, to fall for him
notes: what can i say? i love writing driver x mclaren worker apparently đ i think itâs because she can be bffs with lando and oscar and that makes me soft. someone had to be the villian/bad influence so iâm sorry drunk pierre/lance. i hope you guys like the âshe fell first, he fell harderâ trope
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The music in the club blasts through the speakers. Drinks are thrown back as warm bodies dance, or more so grind, against each other to the beat.
Carlos feels the buzz from the alcohol coursing through him. He takes drink after drink. He deserves to relax after this race weekend, hangover be damned. Heâs approached countless times by girls looking to spend some time with him, all to which he brushes off, choosing to go home alone at the end of the night.
âCâmon man, whatâs up?â Lance asks as Carlos sends another breathtaking girl away. âYouâre just not in the mood?â
âI donât think he can do it. I think he needs his âsmooth operatorâ title revoked.â Pierre drunkenly laughs.
Carlos scoffs, pushing Pierre away by his shoulder. âI could get any girl I wanted. Try me.â
Pierre grins and nods. âAlright,â he looks around the club and nods to a blonde at the bar. âHow about her?â
Lance shakes his head. âNo, thatâs too easy. Sheâs been staring at him all night.â
Pierre points out a few more girls, all of whom have already expressed some kind of interest in the Spanish driver, until an idea pops into his head.
âWhat about that new McLaren girl?â
Carlos knew who he was talking about almost instantly. You were a newer part of McLarenâs marketing team. While most others from the team could be found creating content with the boys, you tended to keep yourself behind a computer. Lando said you were hired to do things like edit videos or photos, more behind the scenes stuff.
Others had taken an interest in you when you had shown up. A few engineers or pit crew from other teams attempted to get closer with you, all while you turned them down with a quick no. Hell, even Pierre tried to shoot his shot, but you very quickly shut him down.
You tended to stick closer to Lando and Oscar, both boys somehow able to get you to open up to them.
âYou mean Y/n? She wonât date anyone.â Lance shrugs.
âYeah, so I donât think Mr. Smooth Operator could get her to date him.â Pierre smirks.
âI could.â Carlos is quick to defend. âEasy.â
âAlright then, letâs make this interesting. You get Y/n to have actual romantic feelings for you, and Iâll give you one hundred euros.â
Carlos reaches his hand out for Pierre to shake. âDeal.â
Carlos wakes up with a pounding headache the next morning, the sun streaming in way too bright through his hotel window. He drags himself out of bed and into the shower, attempting to feel a little more like a human before he actually has to go outside and face the world.
He eats a simple breakfast, something that doesnât make him feel like heâs about to puke his guts all over his plate. Then he finally starts to pack his suitcase for his trip back home.
He checks his phone before pushing it into his pocket. He sees a few message notifications from Pierre and Lance.
From Lance
Insane night last night. I never want to drink again.
From Pierre
I honestly donât remember much from last night, but I do remember a bet, and I canât wait to be 100 euros richer
Carlos groans as he remembers the bet he made the previous night. Thereâs no way theyâre going to let this go, theyâll make sure it hangs over his head until the end of time.
A selfish part of him wants to go on with the bet, to prove that even though heâs had some time being single for a while, heâs still a hot ticket item in the dating world. It wouldnât hurt his image either, he thinks. If heâs seen pursuing and dating someone who isnât a model it could make him look like heâs matured, like heâs ready to settle down instead of spending his nights in different beds wherever they travel.
From Carlos
I think you mean 100 euros poorer
The next race weekend he makes it a point to hang around the McLaren garage. No oneâs surprised to see him there, given his close friendship with Lando, so the striking Ferrari red practically goes unnoticed in the sea of papaya.
He keeps an eye out for you as he sits with Lando, excusing himself when he spots you making your way towards them. Youâve got a set of headphones on over your ears, clearly enthralled by whatever youâve got playing on the tablet youâre holding.
He pulls his phone out of his pocket and starts walking in your direction, scrolling through whatever social media app he happened to quickly open. He walks until his shoulder bumps into yours, a little too rough, nearly knocking the tablet out of your hands.
Carlos wraps an arm around your waist, keeping you upright, and manages to catch the tablet with his other hand.
âAre you alright?â He asks, flashing you a smile.
You nod and take a step back from him. âIâm okay, are you?â
He swipes a hand through his hair, then holds your tablet out for you to take. âIâm good. Itâs Y/n, right?â
âYeah, Iâm at McLaren.â You tilt your head towards the McLaren garage.
âYeah, I can see that.â He laughs, glancing down at your papaya team kit.
âRight, sorry.â You laugh. âI should probably go, filming and editing to do and what not.â
Carlos gives you a smile and a nod followed by a quick goodbye. He brushes his arm against yours as he walks away. He has to keep himself from looking back at you to see your reaction, but gets a text from Lando later in the day that gives him the satisfaction he was looking for.
From Lando
What did you do to my editor?
The next time Carlos sees you, he recreates your first meeting, bumping into you just so he can wrap his arms around you again.
âWe have to stop meeting like this.â He laughs, holding you.
You laugh with him and shake your head. Your hands rest against his chest from attempting to catch yourself. âWe really do.â
He smiles as he lets go of you, but keeps himself planted where heâs standing, giving you his undivided attention.
âI saw the recent McLaren video, it was really good. It kind of makes me wish you worked here when I was with McLaren.â He says tilting his head up teasingly.
âItâs mostly my coworkers, I pretty much just make it look good after itâs filmed.â You tell him, you duck your head down to avoid his gaze.
âStill.â He shrugs.
Heâs pulled away by Charles after that, who gives you a quick hello before dragging Carlos back to Ferrariâs garage.
You see Carlos a lot more now around McLaren. You chalk it up to his friendship with Lando, but you begin to notice his seeking you out. He shares meals with you now, even if he ends up sitting with you while youâre focus is locked on your laptop.
Carlos is surprised to find that heâs started to genuinely enjoy your company, that he actually looks forward to seeing you every race weekend. He shakes away the feeling that blossoms in his chest whenever he sees you, afraid of becoming too attached.
That all flies out the window when heâs headed back to his hotel one day though. Dark clouds covered the sky, turning it almost black as rain poured down. You could hear thunder rumbling in the distance, likely headed towards the track.
Carlos sees you standing under the awning of McLaren hospitality, looking up at the sky. Youâve got your phone in your hand and a disgruntled look on your face.
He lifts his bright red umbrella up over his head and dashes over to the McLaren building. He puts his umbrella back down once heâs standing next to you, shaking the drops of water off.
âDid you forget an umbrella?â He asks.
You turn away from your phone to look up at him. Heâs got a teasing smile on his face. The humidity in the air has made his hair impossibly fluffier, but somehow still picture perfect. Heâs bundled up in a Ferrari windbreaker, his backpack slung over his shoulder.
âYeah. And I walked here from the hotel today, so I can either try to get a taxi or I can wait until the weather clears up.â Just as you finish explaining your problem thunder booms above you.
Carlos shakes his head. âYeah, no. Iâm not letting you walk out in this.â He gestures to the sky.
âWell the other option is find a taxi.â
âIâll drive you.â He says it as if itâs an obvious solution. Before you can respond he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him so that youâre both under his umbrella, then starts walking towards the parking lot.
You try to keep up with his pace, occasionally bumping into him, but he makes sure to hold the umbrella over the both of you. He leads you to his car, and holds the umbrella over you as you climb into the passenger side.
You notice how water clings to his hair, drops falling down his coat on his right side, evidence of him prioritizing keeping you dry over himself.
âCarlos, you could get sick, and itâd be my fault.â You scold him.
He shrugs and gives you a smile. âThen youâll just have to nurse me back to health.â
He parks at the entrance to the hotel McLaren had booked, and walks you into the building. When you expect him to leave, he places a hand on your lower back guiding you to the elevator. He walks you all the way to your door, and leaves you with a âgoodnightâ and a soft squeeze of your hand.
You get a text from him later that night.
From Carlos
Lando gave me your number. What time should I pick you up tomorrow?
From Y/n
You donât have to, thatâs okay
From Carlos
Thatâs not an answer cariño
You feel yourself start to smile at the message on your screen and text him what time you usually leave.
He picks you up the next morning, driving you to the track with him. You make conversation about little things like how you slept and what you had for breakfast. Heâs quick to run over to your side of the car to open the door for you, and keeps himself close to you as you enter the paddock.
He meets you at the end of the day as well to drive you back to the hotel. He keeps up this new routine each race weekend following. He enjoys your company, and you seem to enjoy his. After a few weekends you could say you have a new chauffeur in the form of a Ferrari driver.
With this new closeness to Carlos comes a wave of media attention you should have expected. Photos are posted over social media of the two of you walking together, you looking up at Carlos with bright eyes, or him looking down at you with his doe eyes.
Itâs easy to tell that all of the new attention makes you uncomfortable, but you donât want to lose your friendship with Carlos so you stick it out. Youâre grateful when you see a clip of an interview with Carlos where heâs asked about you, and he sets the record straight.
âThereâs nothing going on, we just like to hang out together. Weâre just friends.â He smiles.
Although youâre glad heâs put an end to the speculation, you canât help but feel like your recent hangouts have been only barely platonic. After the nights youâve claimed are âmovie nightsâ that have turned into falling asleep in each otherâs arms, itâs hard to put a platonic label on your relationship.
The first time it happens, itâs you who wakes up first. His chest is warm beneath your head, and his arms lock you against his body. You tilt your head up to look at him. His hair is unkempt, yet still looks effortlessly good. You reach up and brush a few strands away from his face. You watch him for a few minutes, wondering how you were so lucky to be spending your time with someone so beautiful. You rest your head back on his chest and let sleep wash over you again, listening to the soft beats of his heart.
Carlos wakes up not long after youâve gone back to sleep, lifting an arm to run a hand through his hair. He can feel the little puffs of air from your breathing against his chest, his heart melts when you subconsciously nuzzle your face deeper into him to get more comfortable. You look so sweet, so soft, and a part of him hates himself for it. He let himself accept that stupid bet, and he let himself fall for you. He wishes heâd never let his friends talk him into making that bet, but he also decides heâd never trade the time heâs spent with you for anything.
Heâs pulled out of his thoughts when you slowly lift yourself up off of him. He misses your warmth as soon as he canât feel it anymore.
The two of you continue spending your evenings together, wanting nothing more than to keep falling asleep wrapped up in one another.
He finds himself searching for you in the crowd at parties and events, even those he knows you wonât be at, just so he can spend more time with you. He texts you everyday youâre apart to make sure that youâve eaten and gotten enough sleep.
Carlos canât bear the thought of being away from you for more than a week between races. He casually mentions that heâs going back to Spain for the small break, and asks if you want to join him.
You laugh and scoff shaking your head. âYeah, right.â
âIâm serious, it could be fun. You could relax a little bit. I could take you on my boat. Câmon.â He persuades you.
âI wouldnât want to intrude on your time off.â
âYouâre not. I want you there, I promise. Please?â He takes your hands in his, swinging them back and forth. He gives you his best puppy dog eyes and bats his eyelashes at you.
âAlright, Iâll go with you.â You sigh, but canât stop the smile from spreading over your face.
Itâs different, sharing a space with Carlos outside of the four-walled hotel rooms youâve stayed in for work. It feels intimate being with him in his home country. He books a private villa to stay in on the beach.
The trip quickly feels more romantic than friendly, what with him cooking your dinner for you, and your evenings in either the hot tub or curled up together on the couch.
You spend your days with Carlos on his boat. You reading a book you brought with you, and Carlos laying out in the sun to tan.
Itâs hard not to stare at him, his tanned toned chest on display, while his swim trunks hang low on his hips. He has just as much trouble keeping his eyes away from you as well, he canât help but watch you as you scamper around the boat in a different little bikini everyday.
Occasionally he convinces you to hop in the water with him, to which you reluctantly agree. You keep your arms locked around him when you feel something brush against your leg in the water. Carlos keeps a firm hold on your waist as he canât stop laughing at your distress.
Eventually you get back on his boat and sit side by side on the edge, with your feet dangling in the water. You stare down at the crystal blue sea, looking for any creatures swimming around.
Carlos looks back out to the shore. The smile thatâs been plastered on his face for the last few days falls when he sees a figure on the beach. Theyâre far enough away that he canât really tell who it is, but close enough that he can see the camera in their hands.
He leans back and grabs a towel, laying it over your shoulders, covering up the skin you had on display. He wraps a protective arm around you and pulls you closer to his chest, in hopes that the photos he knows will be everywhere in a few days wonât be clear enough to reveal you in them.
That night he decides to cook on the boat, which turns out to be a little more chaotic than heâd originally planned. He struggles to keep everything straight, but finds it all worth it in the end when he gets to see you surrounded by the sunset. You look breathtaking, looking out into the sea. The soft breezes wisps your hair away from your face. The sinking sun casts a gold light to wash over you.
He wants to tell you how he feels, but he knows he needs to come clean. Maybe youâll forgive him, he hopes you will. He needs to put this in the past so that he can love you publicly and wholeheartedly.
You quietly share your meal, then break the silence simultaneously.
âI have something I need to tell you.â
âCarlos-â
âYou first.â He nods.
You take a deep breath. âCarlos, I want to thank you for bringing me here, and really for spending all this time with me. Iâm glad you bumped into me at the paddock because Iâve gained a new friend from it. Youâre one of the best men I know, and I really appreciate you taking care of me.â
âThank you.â He feels his chest tighten at your words.
âThe truth is, Iâve come to care about you a lot more than I thought I would. A few of the other drivers tried to ask me out when I was first hired, but I told them no. I was happy when you didnât try to make a move on me, and instead wanted to pursue a friendship with me.â You look down at your hands, and fiddle with your fingers. âBut if you did try to make a move on me now⊠I donât think Iâd mind itâŠâ Your last sentence comes out quieter than the others.
âReally?â Carlos asks, a soft smile growing on his face.
You clear your throat. âWhat were you going to say?â
He canât tell you now. He canât poison this perfect moment, after youâve confessed your feelings to him.
âI was going to say that I feel the same way.â
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oh yes you were at court! i forgot that was at the start of that post lmao. i've been to court twice when i was super young for drinking underage and then smoking lool it was so boring and long and shit but thankfully you were just there for moral support, i hope it wasen't such a bad thing your friend had to deal with! I remember seeing you post about moving but i forget if it was TO or AWAY from your parents but that clears it up. I totally get you on that though, i'm living at home right now and i feel kind of similar about not feeling comfortable in your own home. Its a bit different for me, but similar enough. Hell my stepdad even sleeps in the living room too! hes always done that so ive always felt like i had to be on eggshells when night time hit. I used to sneak smoking in the backyard back in the day myself, i got caught once when i was in highschool he made me throw all my pieces out which sucked big time. ahhh i love that, art! you should totally show more stuff on here too, at least if you're comfortable and its not stuff you'd wanna sell, i would absolutely love to see any of it đ€i've dabbled in writing poems and things i planned to make songs, although only recently. I've always wanted to be a musician but my attempts at learning guitar over the years have never ended up lasting long and i try to learn singing but i just dont really think i can. plus i was always afraid of self expression so i never wrote until a few years ago. i still do, because music is so important to me (which is why i did pick đ€!) and it makes me so happy but yeah. i have 2 shows im headed to in a few months even so im so excited đ„°my day though has been so boring, i mostly played video games and watched youtube videos. watched another episode of a show i've been watching called Silo, which i absolutely love. im so surprised you had room in your tags still after myself lmao, but i do that same thing i always talk in the tags! also i'm giving you tons of hugs and kisses đđ„°
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Hi hi hi âșïž how are you doing lovely? đ„°
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Sarahhh that thing with Eddie hearing you talk to someone on the phone can you do it where he hears you talking about him in bed please!!!!!đ« đ
Hiiiii babes!! Iâm laughing because I have like 3 other asks about this in my inbox and I honestly didnât even think of doing this so of course Iâll do it for yâall! I hope you enjoy thisđđ
TW: lots of sex talk, mentions of oral and choking
*Eddie thought heâd surprise you with lunch but turns out heâs the one getting surprised*
âNo heâs never done that.â You answer as you get comfortable on the couch after you prop your phone against your bottle of water on the coffee table. Youâre currently in the middle of a catch up session with one of your oldest friends, youâve been on FaceTime with her for the last hour and now as usual the conversation has moved on to talking about your relationship with Eddie. âHe doesnât really like a lot of PDA.â You add as you take a few pieces of popcorn from the bowl thatâs sitting in your lap as you watch your friend make lunch through the phone.
âHe doesnât like it? Why?â She asks as she puts two pieces of bread in the toaster. You just shrug as you eat another handful of popcorn. âHas he ever choked you in the middle of it?â You nearly spit out the half chewed popcorn in your mouth making your friend laugh as she wiggles her eyebrows at you.
âYou went from asking if he grabs my ass in the mini mart to now asking if he just randomly chokes me in the middle of having sex?â You confirm just to make sure you actually heard her ask what you think you did. She just laughs and nods as she begins making herself a sandwich. âI mean no he doesnât just choke me all willy nilly itâs usually aâŠsort of vibe thatâs known from the beginning that itâs gonna be one of those kinda nights.â You explain as you reach for your cup of juice from the coffee table.
âOhhhh I see so you two are kinda freaky huh? Love that for you.â You just roll your eyes as you take a sip from your cup. âHow often is he giving it to you?â She asks before taking a bite out of her sandwich, you purse your lips and raise an eyebrow as you put the cup back on the table.
âI mean youâre going to have to be more specific.â You watch her give you some playful side eye as she takes another bite out of her sandwich. âDo you mean how often do we have sex in general or how often do we have a quickieâŠor how often am I getting bent over and sent to pound town?â You canât even finish your sentence before sheâs laughing and covering her face because you know she hates the expression of pound town.
Eddie feels his cheeks get red and he wants to die on the spot, he knows he shouldâve let his presence be known the moment he entered the house though the back door but he didnât want to disturb you. But now heâs very much wishing he did as he canât help but overhear your very personal conversation with your friend. To think all he wanted to do was surprise you with lunch from Bennyâs since he managed to get off work early.
âJesus you have categories? Well okay the how often are you two having quickies and where are these quickies taking place?â You canât help but smile as a memory of you and Eddie in the back of his van creeps into your mind.
âI mean like once a week sometimes? The man drives a vanâŠitâs like made for quickies he even has a pillow and blanket back there because he knows I refuse to just lay down on his gross ass carpeted floorboard.â Eddie runs a hand over his face as you talk and explain that he drives a damn shaggin waggin.
âOnce a week isnât badâŠthatâs about the same amount of times I can convince Tyler to go down on me.â You make a gross face at the mention of her current hookup buddy.
âYou shouldnât have to convince him to go down on youâŠEddie is perfectly content with having his face between my thighs all nightâŠonce he even fell asleep down there.â You watch her eyes go wide as she shoves another bite of sandwich into her moth. âI mean after I finished of courseâŠheâs a gentleman.â You add making her just laugh and nod her head in agreement, Eddie is a total gentleman.
âDoes he do that fancy tongue and finger combination thing?â She asks and Eddie swears his face is the same shade as a tomato as he lets out a silent groan and runs his hands through his hair.
âHe does oh and sometimes he does this thing with his pinky where-â before you can finish your sentence you heard something that sounds like a door slam making you jump a bit.
âHey baby!â You hear Eddieâs voice coming from the kitchen making you smile as you look over the back of the couch. âIâm home and brought you lunch.â He shouts as you grab your phone and head into the kitchen after putting the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table.
âIâll call you back later.â Your friend just smiles and nods before both of you say goodbye and hang up. You slide your phone into your back pocket and grin when you see Eddie standing there with a bag that says Bennyâs on it. âOh youâre just the best.â Eddie just laughs and shakes his head as he places the bag on the dinning table.
âYou know meâŠalways a gentleman.â
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Magpie Stash
Pairing: Astarion/Tav
Tags: fluff, trauma
Length: 1k words
Summary: While looting, Astarion comes across items he wants to own
A/N: Another headcanon which I may have shared with some of the talented fan fiction writers out there before. So, if thatâs the case, donât come for me! But holy Hells this got much longer than I planed! I guess this is s drabble now? Or a whole ass fanfic? You tell me đ
Thank you wonderful @nyx-knox for the beta reading! It was *chefâs kiss* âš
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Astarion has not owned anything in 200 years.
The only things he could call his were his wits and the clothes on his back - and both he cared for and mended meticulously.
But suddenly heâs part of a ragtag group of strangers, and he finds himself looting a temple not far from where they crashed with a damn Nautiloid after being abducted and infected by mindflayer parasites. And frankly, heâs not entirely sure what part he finds most surprising.
Finding food, weapons and healing potions is a priority. For the others. Not so much him. Honestly. Why should he bother looking for food he wonât even eat? He doesnât know these weirdos.
But he humors them and even aids his positively helpless companions by picking locks. And as he opens the lid of a gilded chest, something catches his eye.
Beneath old parchment and a rotten carrot he finds âŠ. pretty things? Thereâs a particularly sparkly ring. A skilfully bound book with gilded letters on the cover. A fine silk scarf hemmed with the most delicate fell-stitches âŠ
He has no idea if those items are of any value. They certainly are useless for the group. But ⊠they are beautiful. And he wants, no he needs to own them. So without giving it too much thought, he takes them.
He has no intention of selling *HIS* items to the vendor they meet at the Tiefling Camp. Hells, he doesnât even have the intention of showing them to his companions.
He wants these pretty things for himself, he wants to keep them safe. The spawn siblings used to steal from one another all the time, so heâs used to being protective over his meagre possessions. Canât shake 200 years of hypervigilance that easily.
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Over the next days and weeks of travel, Astarion fills up a little purple leather pouch with whatever catches his eye. Going through the diverse collection of beautiful bits and bobs for a few moments before meditating becomes a secret source of calm for Astarion. A soothing ritual, especially after the more straining days.
Which is what heâs doing now. He sits on his bedroll cross-legged, inspecting the things. His things. His little private treasure trove. That he owns.
A bejeweled comb, random gold coins, a tiny picture frame containing an even tinier painting âŠ
The only piece of his treasure that gave him more of a bittersweet feeling had been a silver hand-mirror he had found in the goblin infested village. To be honest, he was not too mad when he accidentally smashed it in frustration the other night after talking to Tav.
Tav. Their unofficial leader. They never seem to have a problem sharing the things they find. They share their food with the group, their scrolls, and they even gave Astarion that freakish but intriguing tome they had found in that cellar. Far too generous, if you ask him.
As Astarion packs up his collection he hears coughing outside. Again. Itâs been going on all night.
He peeks out. Tav is on second watch. The night is cold, and they just added another log to the fire. Still, the cool wind is picking up and Tav pulls their cloak close around their neck - which unfortunately does not prevent the coughing.
For a moment, Astarion considers just ignoring them, letting them hack up a lung. But to his dismay, he ⊠cares? He finds he doesnât want Tav to be cold or sick. But itâs just because he just doesnât want their coughing to get annoying. Thatâs all. Obviously.
So he leaves his tent and saunters up to their leader, who greets him with a sleepy but friendly smile.
Astarion holds out his hand to Tav, holding a long piece of white fabric. Heâs offering them his beautiful silk scarf with the immaculate fell-stitched hem that he had inspected a lot over the past weeks.
âYouâre coughing too much, darling. Itâs keeping me up and I do need my beauty sleep.â he says with mock indignation and his trademark smirk.
âThank you.â Tav says as they take the scarf from his hand and wraps it around that oh so delicious neck of theirs.
After an awkward moment of silence Astarion offers a final âWell. Good night, my dear.â with a courteous bow and walks back to his tent.
He canât help but wonder at the strange feeling in his chest. Tav can and will never know just what big of a deal this small gesture was for the pale Elf.
For the first time in 200 years Astarion gave away something that was his simply because he wanted to. He wanted them to have it. Because they needed it more than him. And not only that. He does not even expect anything in return. How in the Hells did that happen?
Heâs sure itâs nothing.
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A few years from then, Astarion finds himself in the cellar beneath Tavâs and his home. Heâs looking for something, and heâs sure it has to be here somewhere.
âAha!â From the trunk before him he pulls a skilfully bound book - even though the gilded letters on the cover have worn off with time.
He opens the book - and huffs in relief. And nervousness. Itâs still right where he left it between the pages all those years ago.
Hidden inside the old book lies a particularly sparkly ring.
He smiles. A lot has changed since that day they looted that temple and he found his first little treasures. Back then Astarion couldnât fathom sharing his magpie stash - or anything, for that matter - with anyone. And now? Now he shares a home with the person he loves. And he plans on sharing so much more with them.
What better way of showing that than by proposing with the first thing he ever called his? Because now thereâs only one thing, or rather person, he wants for himself. The one person he wants to share everything with.
He looks at the particularly sparkly ring.
Yes. This should do nicely.
So, and on a completely unrelated note: When does a headcanon become a full on fanfic lol?
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Concept: ME2, told through Shepard's very active text chain with bestest best buddy Wrex after he leaves the Normandy post-ME1.
Like. Cerberus has a new omnitool for her aboard the SR2 and the first thing she does is try to contact him and Garrus. It takes a few days - and a few frustrating phone calls - to reactivate her old line and forward her messages and contacts and shit, but eventually they all ping her at once as the tool downloads them
10 November 2183
[10:46 GST] Urdnot Wrex: [11 missed calls]
[10:48 GST] Urdnot Wrex: pick up
[10:51 GST] Urdnot Wrex: answer me
[10:52 GST] Urdnot Wrex: alliancenewsnetwork.ex/breaking_news_ssv_normandy_shot_down_over_alchera
[10:53 GST] Urdnot Wrex: ur ok?
[12:01 GST] Urdnot Wrex: shepard?
[14:32 GST] Urdnot Wrex: SHEPARD???
10 November 2184
[8:51 GST] Urdnot Wrex: img_attachment_bottle_of_ryncol_very_blurry.jpg
[8:52 GST] Urdnot Wrex: cheers
[8:52 GST] Urdnot Wrex: fucking. pyjak
And she gets back in touch with him, explains what happened to her and why she was MIA for two years, has a bit of a quick cry maybe because she misses him and she's surrounded by Cerberus lifers and she just wants someone on board she can trust to have her back, and from then on Wrex has to get used to receiving weird contextless texts on a regular basis
Like
[9:17 TNT] Shepard: LOOK WHO I FOUND
[9:17 TNT] Shepard: img_attachment_garrus_asleep_in_medbay_post_surgery.png
[9:18 TNT] Shepard: Ignore all the bandages, his face fell off but we fixed it. You will not believe what he's been doing im going to kill him
[13:18 TNT] Shepard: video_attachment_garrus_fascinated_by_medbay_automatic_doors.mp4
[13:18 TNT] Shepard: Anaesthetic is wearing off...slowly...
And
[17:08 TNT] Shepard: img_attachment_urz_wearing_hotdog_costume.png
[17:08 TNT] Shepard: :)
[17:09 TNT] Urdnot Wrex: i gave u that thing to win u credits and ur just putting it in stupid outfits
[17:10 TNT] Shepard: img_attachment_urz_asleep_on_bed_with_plushie.png
[17:11 TNT] Shepard: yeah :) he baby
[17:13 TNT] Shepard: instagram.ex/urztherescuevarren
And
[22:31 TNT] Shepard: img_attachment_harbinger_assuming_direct_control.png
[22:31 TNT] Shepard: wHaT tHe FuCk WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK
[22:47 TNT] Shepard: img_attachment_collector_corpses.png
[22:47 TNT] Shepard: nvm we good man these things UGLY
And of course, some go in the opposite direction.
[05:17 GST] Urdnot Wrex: so you finally did it eh
[05:25 GST] Shepard: Did what?
[05:29 GST] Urdnot Wrex: vakarian. about damn time
[05:41 GST] Shepard: oh my god đ
[05:41 GST] Shepard: brb gonna go kill grunt
[05:42 GST] Urdnot Wrex: whatever a "step" dad is, he thinks hes getting one
Just. Shep and Wrex staying a big part of each others lives despite all the lightyears and star systems and backbreaking responsibility between them
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Smoke Eater - Part 7
Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. ReaderÂ
Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but heâs also known to break a few hearts. Heâs starting to crave something heâs never had, though. Something stable. Something real.Â
Thatâs when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.  Â
đ„ Series Masterlist
AN: So I don't know why it takes me exactly seven chapters to get to the smut, but so far that's three different series where that's happened. đ (Never Say Goodbye, Break Me Down, and now Smoke Eater. Go figure! đ€·đœââïž)
Word Count: 6,200
Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! For smutty smut and baking shenanigans, tinge of angst.
Part 7: âCherry Pie & Lemon Drizzleâ
You liked Deanâs apartment. It was on the second floor out of three, and a modest, clean, comfortable space.
Though overall it felt very âdude broâ in dĂ©cor. You supposed that made sense, considering it was just Sam and Dean living here.
And while you still hadnât met Sam (he was working late tonight), it gave you a chance to do something youâd been very much looking forward to doing with DeanâŠÂ
âNot for nothinâ, this is probably one in three of the best things Iâve ever put in my mouth,â said Dean.
True to his word, his mouth was full. You giggled as a flake of pasta spewed from his mouth.
âOh really? Makes me curious about the other two,â you said mischievously. And you handed him a napkin to blot his face.
You sat across from him in the small dining room adjacent to the kitchen. The table itself was barely big enough to fit in the space, feeling more like a nook than a room, but it sat three people. That was usually enough for Sam and Dean, and occasionally Eileen when she came over.
Dean chuckled, his brows dancing. âOh, Iâm sure youâll find out.â
Your face warmed at that, despite your amusement. You had made dinner, for which Dean had been more than enthusiastic.
âYou mean I get an actual chef making me food? Sign me the hell up,â heâd teased.
Never mind that you werenât an actual chef. You had focused on patisserie in culinary school. He didnât seem to mind though, as heâd devoured two servings of salmon and fettucine alfredo, even down to the steamed broccoli. You had to admit, it warmed you inside to see him enjoy your food.
Youâd promised to cook for him last week, and he hadnât let it go until both your schedules opened up enough for you to come over.
He now hummed in satisfaction as he finished off the last bite on his plate and wiped his mouth with the napkin.
âThanks for this, sweetheart. I needa have you around here more often,â he said, tossing you a grin.
You smiled back. âItâs my pleasure.â
It wasnât the first time Dean had invited you over to his apartment, but for the life of you, you didnât know why it had taken you so long to accept.
âŠWell, okay, you did know why. You were reluctant to leave your grandfather alone, potentially all night. But George had been adamant about you going out for as long as you wanted, on the promise that heâd check in every few hours until he went to bed.
âOkay, ready for dessert?â you asked.
âUh, yeah,â Dean said. He still thought about those cookies you brought to the firehouse, almost a month ago already.
Damn, has it really been that long? he thought as he helped you collect the dishes from dinner. He followed you into the kitchen, where you already knew the lay of his land.
Sam couldnât cook for shit, so it usually fell on Dean to be the figure of culinary expertise. But he had no problem making way for you, especially if you were going to look over your shoulder and wink at him like that.
âGood, because youâre going to help me,â you informed him.
Deanâs smile grew. âAll rightâŠwhat did you have in mind?â
While he started on the dishes in the sink, you hauled out even more ingredients from a big grocery bag youâd brought and stored in the refrigerator. He watched you out of the corner of his eye and spotted lemons, among other things.
âLemon drizzle cake,â you replied. âOne of my grandmaâs recipes. I just need a mixing bowl and a cake tin.â
âGood, because weâre not very Betty Crocker in this place. Letâs just say my kitchen tools are limited,â he said, raising a brow at you. âYou know, if you wanted to bake, Iâm sure youâve got all the proper bells and whistles at your house. We couldâve done this over there.â
You paused to consider the question he wasnât quite asking, because he had a point. You couldâve invited him over your house instead. You joined him near the sink and leaned against the counter, tapping your nails on the tile surface.
âWell, as you know, I live with my grandpa,â you said.
âGood olâ George,â Dean grinned. âThat guyâs hilarious. Like the fourth Stooge.â
He particularly liked the story youâd told him about the time George had bought you your first makeup palette when you turned fifteen, but hadnât told you it was face paintâŠthe kind that clowns used.
âAnd Iâd love for you two to get to know each other better. Donât get me wrong. But barring the fact that we probably wouldnât have muchâŠprivacy,â you pointed out with a subtle smile, trying to ignore Deanâs resulting smirk. Never mind that you two hadnât needed âprivacyâ just yet.
âI guess Iâm just not used to inviting people over. Iâve been trying to limit the exposure to germs in the house,â you admitted. At Deanâs quizzical look, you had to explain.
âMy grandfather had cancer last year,â you said. âHe had surgery to remove the mass, and did well, considering his age. Heâs in remission nowâŠbut Iâm still looking after him.â
Youâd gone with him to see his primary doctor a couple of weeks ago for that persistent cough. While the doctor seemed to think it was Georgeâs asthma acting up, youâd still scheduled an appointment with his oncologist.
And while your thoughts led you down an all-too familiar path, Dean processed this with a nod of his head. He shut off the sink. After drying his hands, he looked over at you and brushed your cheek with his thumb.
âIâm glad heâs doing better now,â he said. His brows furrowed. âAnd your grandma passed just a few years before that?â
You nodded, letting out a deep breath. âYeah. Itâs been a long few years.â
So, Dean took an inventory in his mind as he rested a comforting hand on your back. You took care of your family. You could cook. You were beautiful. And still, you kicked ass at your job and seemed to have the rest of your shit together.
He had to admit. The more he learned about you, the more he liked you.
âAnyway,â you shook your head with a smile. âSorry. Ready to bake?â
Deanâs lips quirked as he followed you to the other side of the kitchen. He stepped behind you and letting his hands fall to your waist. His lips skimmed the side of your head, pressing a kiss there.
âOkay, Rachael Ray,â he teased. âTeach me your ways.â
You were trying to measure out some sugar in the bowl first, but you giggled with a warm blush as he kissed his way down your neck.
âAre you actually going to help, or are you just going to distract me?â you volleyed back.
Dean hummed against the crook of your neck. âCanât I do both?â
You picked up and egg and raised it level with his face.
âHmm, should I try cracking this against your forehead?â you pondered.
His teeth playfully nipped your skin in retaliation, making you flinch with a yelp. The egg actually cracked in your hand.
âShit,â you laughed, and you quickly dropped as much of it in the bowl as possible. But getting fractals of the shell in the bowl disturbed your anal sense of meticulousness. When it came to cracking eggs, you typically had nothing if not precision.
You shot Dean an accusatory look over your shoulder. He just grinned back at you.
âAm I helping yet?â he joked.
You chuckled dryly in response. âJust you wait.â
A few more minutes and âhelpfulâ distractions from Dean later, you successfully had a cake batter in the bowl. You were hand mixing up a storm and sorely missing your Kitchen Aid mixer. Dean was right though; his cupboards had little more than one cake pan, one mixing bowl, and one wooden spoon.
At home, you had a modest collection of cookware and bakeware that rivaled Williams & Sonoma. Though that had been a gift from your grandparents, when you graduated from culinary school. (Your grandma had picked them out before she passed.)
âWhatâs your favorite dessert?â you asked Dean. You were pretending not to catch him sampling the batter with a finger while you buttered the cake tin.
âEver?â he asked, rubbing a licked finger on his jeans.
âYeah. Number one top favorite.â
âHmm,â he contemplated with a cross of his arms. âPie, I guess.â
You smirked. That explained his little man-child display a few weeks ago, when youâd tried to share his blueberry pie on your second date.
âWhat flavor?â you asked.
âI dunno. Iâm not real picky,â he said.
âCome on. Everyone has a favorite flavor,â you reasoned. âIâm more of a cake girl myself, but even I love a blueberry pie.â
Dean eyed your teasing grin with a growing smirk of his own. He remembered that day in your office just as well as you.
âOkay, fine. Apple, I guess,â he replied. You gave him a mocking look.
âReally, the most basic of them all?â You tsked at him, shaking your head. âWhat happened to Mr. Rocky Road?â
Dean chuckled, but he leaned against the counter next to you. Instead of giving it to you right back, as usual, he looked more thoughtful. A gentler look grew on his face. It caught your attention.
âYou know, one of my earliest memoriesâŠâ He looked up at you then, more self-deprecating.
You realized he was about to admit to something, maybe embarrassing, or maybe just vulnerable. Your smile softened too as you paused in what you were doing.
âYou canât leave me hanging on that one,â you said. And you drew closer with a hand soothing up his arm.
He glanced over at you. âI remember beingâŠfour, probably. My mom made pies during Christmastime. Cherry, pecan, whatever. But my favorite was her apple pie. I still remember it, because I havenât had a pie since that tasted like that one.â
Your heart clenched, but your insides also warmed. Not just at the story of his mother, but the way Dean told it, his voice softer, steady, and deep. It told you a lot about him without him having to explain; just like you, he knew what loss was.
You curled your hands around his bicep and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. Then your gaze drew back up to his.
âHave you talked to your dad since the last time?â you asked, a bit cautiously. âAbout his investigation of the fire?â
Dean sighed deep through his nose. âNo.â
But despite his fatherâs warning, he had spoken to Sam.
âItâs different this time, Sam. The brand marks are the same,â Dean argued with his brother, this time in the living room. He sat on the couch while Sam stood, trying to process everything Dean had just told him about Maryâs potential murder.
âYou saw the pictures yourself?â Sam asked.
Dean frowned. âNo, but Dadââ
âDean,â Sam cut him off as he gripped at his temples in frustration. âThis is what he does. He sees evidence where he wants to see evidence. Iâve been down this road with him too, you know.â
âYeah, I know,â Dean gritted out. John had roped Sam into helping him a few times, using his ADA status to look into different leads that ultimately hadnât panned out.
âThey always look like connections to him, but they never end up being anything more than his obsession,â Sam said.
He was firm, and Dean understood why, but his gut was telling him that it was different this timeâŠ
Still, he had no choice but to let it go. For now.
Dean shook his head of that memory. Instead, he tried to focus on being here with you. He liked this little yellow sundress you had on, despite the fall chill starting to set in outside. As usual, your hair was clipped up away from your neck while you got ready to put the now full cake tin into the oven.
He came over behind you and freed your hair from the clip, letting it all tumble down. You yelped and glanced over at him.
âDean,â you chided, even though you were smiling. âMy hairâs going to get in the batter.â
âIâll keep it away, donât worry,â he said lightly. He curled some of your hair around his hand so he could once again press a tantalizing kiss to the back of your neck. He felt you shiver.
You subtly leaned back against him, even as you whined in protest.
âCan you just let me get this in the oven?â you asked on a laugh. He smirked against your skin. You did manage to get the cake in the oven, but his lips and teasing hands were unrelenting as you tried to start cleaning up.
So you felt you had to take matters into your own hands. A mischievous idea had you smiling. You reached out for some flour that had spilled on the counter.
You turned, and before he realized what you were up to, you marked his forehead with an arch of white against his skin.
âSimba,â you said in a deeper voice, trying to mimic Mufasa from The Lion King.
Deanâs brows rose along with his widening eyes. Heâd never seen you do something that childish, but it sparked his competitiveness as he blinked a bit of flour out of his eyes.
âYouâre real proud of yourself, arenât you?â he asked.
Your little smirk was answer enough. You flicked a bit more flour onto his shirt.
Dean chuckled darkly. âOkay, you asked for it.â
Both a gasp and a giggle caught in your throat.
âOh, no.â
He reached past you for some flour off the counter and flicked it down at you, into your hair, across your face. He grabbed your flailing wrist and marked your cheeks. All the while, his grin grew ever deeper at your shrieking protests.
But you grew devious. You stuck two fingers into the bowl and scraped out a gob of raw, yellow batter. You were fully prepared to fling it into his face, but Dean grabbed your wrist.
âEy, ey!â he raised a warning finger with his free hand. âYouâre about to take this to a new level.â
You met his gaze through your lashes with a playful smile. âSo?â
Dean raised a brow at you. He could admit, you had audacity. All he could do was call your bluff.
He took one of your battered fingers into his mouth. Your eyes widened at the feel of his soft tongue swirling around your finger, sucking it clean. All the while, his eyes never broke from yours.
Lord have mercy, you thought. Really, it was the only coherent one in your head.
He soon released you with a soft pop, before he did the same to the second finger.
Your breath hitched, and your blush was a living thing spreading down your neck, even as warmth pooled between your legs. By the time your second finger slid out of his mouth, you had to reach back to grip the counter just to steady yourself.
His arm slipped around your waist, and you reached for his face with both hands, bringing him down for the hottest kiss youâd ever had in your life. Teeth clicking, lips and tongues warring and devouring. Your fingers slipped roughly through his hair, while he gripped your hips and ass with a passion just shy of bruising.
You almost didnât register the way his hands slipped under your thighs, to then heft you up onto the counter. You gasped into his mouth and clung tightly to his shoulders. He chuckled and positioned himself to stand between your legs.
âWhat, need a little warning?â he teased. Though he was breathless as your soft lips veered away from his, starting a burning path across his jaw and down his neck. You left the remnants of your lipstick all along the way, but it was the occasional graze of your teeth that had him moaning for you.
âMaybe,â you whispered coarsely against his skin, uttering a small laugh, âSometimes I forget how damn strong you are.â
He scoffed. âSweetheart, if I can heft a grown man on my shoulders up a flight of stairs, I can get you up on a little counter.â
You snorted in response. Perks of dating a firefighter.
And you shoved off his plaid shirt from his shoulders. Dean helped you by letting it drop the rest of the way to the floor, followed by his black undershirt.
You couldnât believe this was the first time you were seeing him with his shirt off. It was a damn shame, really. But you caught the bit of smugness curving his lips at the way you were ogling, first with your eyes, then with your exploring hands over his toned arms and chest, and the solid plane of his abs, all the way down to his belt. You started undoing the clasp.
Dean couldnât believe he was doing this, but he stopped you with his hands gently curling around your wrists. You looked up at him in confusion. To him, you looked unbelievably sexy then. Thoroughly kissed, hair tousled, a strap of your dress fallen to one shoulder while your lacey black bra peeked through.
Just the memory of having your curves in his hands had his dick hardening in his jeans, but he blew out a breath.
âDean?â you asked. âWhatâs wrong?â
His hands tightened on yours as he peered down at you. âAre you sure?â
You blinked incredulously. âDid I look not sure?â
He paused, licking his lips. He raised a hand to hold your cheek.
âI justâŠyou know Iâm trying to do this right with you,â he said. âI just want to knowâŠâ
He couldnât seem to finish what he was trying to say, but you thought you understood. You smiled up at him warmly. You leaned up for a kiss, softer this time.
âDean, I trust you,â you said. And you could finally say it with no reservations. âI think this feels real. More real than anything Iâve had in a long time⊠What about you?â
When Dean smiled, it was warm, melting away the doubt in his eyes.
âYeah, me too,â he said.
He seemed sincere. Maybe this man spared few words when it came to how he felt, but youâd seen a glimpse of the deeper parts. He felt things deeply, down to his bones.
His fingers sunk into your hair, and he guided you into a kiss. It was slower, but no less heady and wanting than the first. Your arms wrapped around his middle, letting you flatten your palms against the muscles in his back. But just as you were getting comfortable, Dean broke the kiss. He flashed you a smirk.
Before you could ask what the hell he was about to do, heâd hefted you back into his arms and over his shoulder. You squawked in protest as your whole world tipped over. Your face thudded on his back with a soft oof, your hair loose and falling like a curtain. Your hands accidentally fell against his ass.
âOoh, someoneâs handsy,â Dean teased.
âDean!â you exclaimed, despite your peals of laughter. âIs this really necessary? I think I can find your room just fine.â
âCall it an officerâs escort,â he supplied.
âThatâs for policemen!â you argued.
You couldnât see it, but you could imagine the way he was grinning from ear to ear as he carried you through the apartment. You never noticed just how long his bowed legs were as he strode onward. But it felt like his shoulder was digging into your appendix.
Grunting in frustration, you slapped his ass again for good measure.
Dean laughed. âHey, youâre only fueling my fire, baby.â
He slapped your ass right back, since he had an even better vantage point. He even slipped a hand underneath your little sundress and squeezed the inside of your thigh teasingly.
Your answering yelp, and the futile kick of your feet, had him laughing harder. His cheeks were aching.
Finally he reached his room, where he shut the door with his foot. He was gentle as he eased you off his shoulder and laid you down on his bed. You let out a breathless huff once your head hit the pillows. Your face was all red from being suspended upside-down, your hair a mess, and your dress pooling over your folded legs.
You gave Dean a playful glare. âGet over here.â
His smirk deepened, but he obliged you. He chucked his shoes off first, just like you let your sandals slip off the side of the bed.
He soon made his way up the bed, until he was hovering over you with his arms braced on either side of your head. He liked the way you were all laid out for him over his sheets, your wild hair spread over his pillows. Heâd pictured something like this before, but nothing came close to having you for real.
He just didnât know youâd been dreaming of the same thing.
You hadnât allowed yourself to truly fall for someone, not in a long time. Youâd been too focused on pivoting after school, on building your career, on taking care of your family. Youâd dated here and there, but nothing had stuck for more than a few months. Even then, youâd never felt half of what you felt right now.
It scared you a little, but it also made you feel alive. Being with Dean made you feel that way.
So you took his face between your hands. His stubble rasped against your palms and the pads of your fingers. You didnât mind that though. Heâd left it a bit long for a shave last week. When youâd mentioned off-hand that you liked the thicker scruff (thinking it made him all the more handsome), heâd kept it for you.Â
Now, he seemed like he was waiting on your cue.
You guided him down to you. He kissed you hot and slow, while a hand moved to your waist and clenched in the material of your dress. He slipped a heavy thigh between both of yours. The pressure was welcome, but you wanted friction.
You bunched up the skirt of your dress and aimed to slip it off, but Dean stopped your hands.
âThatâs my job,â he teased.
âThen how about you get to it?â you countered with a smile. He rose a brow at you.
âA bit bossy, but I can dig that,â he smirked.
His kisses dropped against your neck, down your exposed neckline, and he peeled down the straps of your dress one by one. Your breathing became more labored as he touched you, squeezing a breast over the bra as he exposed more inches of your body.
Your fingers carded through his hair on a sigh as he made his way further down. Though he finally got impatient enough to work your dress off all the way, followed by his jeans and your bra and matching lacey panties. He lavished attention what felt like all over your body.
Really, he was just strategic. He stopped in places where you lost breath, moaning his name. Like the spot just under your ear, where he sucked hard enough to make you see stars. Or over your breasts, taking a pebbled nipple in his mouth, swirling with his tongue like he had the cake batter off your fingers.
His hands mapped out the soft planes and curves of your body for the first time, sometimes smooth and grazing, sometimes adding pressure that made warmth continue to pool between your legs. Â
He went further still, wrapping an arm around your thigh and pressing nipping kisses along the inside. All the while his mouth drew closer to the place you wanted him the most. Even though you still raised up on your elbow and gave him a questioning look.
âReally? You want toâŠâ Your voice came out in a whisper.
Dean looked up at you with puzzled brows. âWhy not?â
You shook your head, your eyes widening marginally.
âNo reason, I guess. I, umâŠIâve never had someone do this for me first.â And certainly not on the first time having sex.
Dean frowned.
âReally?â he asked. âA guyâs never gone down on you first?â
You blushed. âWell, maybe with his fingers, but notâŠâ
He shook his head and let out a breath. You felt it between your thighs, and your core clenched in anticipation.
âOkay, baby. I gotcha,â he said. He guided you back down with a gentle hand. âJust lie back and relax.â
You smiled, despite your lingering blush, and you stroked the hand that rested above your stomach. That hand soon slid down as he once again kissed and licked down your thighs. They quivered a bit as his fingers slipped between your folds.
âSo fucking wet for me already,â he said in approval. You peered down at him, unable to help a smile.
âYou want a medal?â you quipped.
Deanâs brows rose.
âOh, Iâm about to earn it.â His eyes found yours. âYou know what my real favorite pie flavor is?â
Your brows knitted together. âWhat?â
A familiar smirk crossed his lips. âCherry.â
Before your choked surprise could be broken with a laugh, he began.Â
And he wasnât lying, about any of it. The pads of his fingers began toying with your clit, and that alone had your breath hitching and your hips squirming.
He held you down with one hand on your lower belly while his tongue joined his fingers, seeking your heat and finding the hot channel where you craved to be filled. You gasped.
âOh, God,â you uttered. Once his warm tongue began rolling inside you, you almost couldnât breathe.
He worked you over with fingers, lips and tongue until you were arching off the bed, fists clenched in his hair and in the sheets, releasing broken gasps of his name. He didnât relent until your thighs stopped shaking around his head. Your knees were damn near pinning him there.
He eventually withdrew, wiping his mouth and nose with the back of his hand. He moved smoothly back up your body and heeded the pull of your hands on his arms, and then his face. You tugged him down for a sloppy kiss.Â
âHowâs that for a first?â he asked breathlessly. His tone was teasing, but he was half-serious you thought, by the look in his eyes.
You were honest, without a hint of a joke. âFucking incredible. Just like you.â
Dean wouldnât admit it then, but what you said warmed him. He looked down on you with a smile.
Your hands caressed his face, down his neck and firm chest, and further still to caress his straining length over his boxer briefs. Dean let out a halting moan at your gentle touch.Â
âWhat if I want to return the favor?â you asked with a smile. He made a sound deep in his throat when you cupped him more firmly, letting your thumb brush over the head.
Well hello, you thought. He was thick, and a bit longer than your first thought. Your already sensitive core tightened at the thought.Â
Meanwhile, Dean squeezed your arm. His hot gaze bore into yours.
âVery, very tempting.â His thumb brushed your lower lip. âIâve no doubt youâve got some talents yourself.â
You smiled under the pad of his thumb. Part of you was contemplating some retribution, sucking it into your mouth the way heâd done to your fingers in the kitchen.
âBut Iâm thinkinâ I want to skip to the part where I have you coming apart all over again,â said Dean. His head bowed near your ear, though his lips skimmed the side of your face. âThis time, from the inside.â
His voice was deep and threaded with grit. You bit your lip on a giddy laugh. You managed to nod, sweeping your shaky fingers through his hair.
âOkay, next time then,â you promised and gave him a sensuous kiss. âBut first, just want to make sure youâre ready for meâŠâ
You leaned down to slide his underwear for him, down to his knees. He helped you the rest of the way, kicking them off his legs. When he came back, you were sitting up.
You soothed warm hands along his thighs and took his cock into your hands. Dean dropped his forehead onto your shoulder with a grunt, again squeezing your arms as you touched him properly for the first time.
Dean had a habit of impressing you, and this was no different. You liked the feel of him in your hands, warm and thick and heavy.
After licking your hand to coat it with some wetness, you experimented for a moment in how you stroked him, trying to get a feel for what he liked just as he had for you. He gasped and jolted on one particular twist, and he finally stopped you with a hand on your wrist.
âOkay, baby. Keep that up and weâre not gonna get much farther for a while,â he said coarsely.
It was satisfying to know youâd made him feel even a fraction of how heâd made you feel.
You pressed a purposeful kiss into his neck. âI told you, next time Iâll take care of you for real.â
He chuckled, cupping the side of your face.
âOh, youâre about to. Believe me,â he said.
He kissed you long and deep, until you were once again breathless. The two of you were kneeling in the middle of the bed like you had all the time in the world. And yet, you wanted him more than ever.
âIâm on birth control,â you told him between more fervent kisses, hands drifting, feeling skin to warm, dewy skin, breaths mingling.
âAnd Iâm clean,â he said. You nodded, hesitatingâŠ
âItâs our first time,â you said. âCondom, just to be safe.â
He hesitated only a beat before he nodded back, agreeing to your request. âYes, maâam.â
He broke from you briefly. He turned and dug into his nightstand while your nails drew light patterns down his back. It was distracting in the best of ways. A trill of excitement had his hands moving quickly, ripping the foil packet open and fitting himself with the condom.
When he was ready for you, he turned and hooked an arm around your waist. You twined your arms around his neck, and once again, you let him lay you down. His kiss came first, and then his fingers between your legs, past your folds to stroke you back to life.
You moaned into his mouth and wrapped your legs around his hips. Though he surprised you again by hooking your legs over his shoulders. Your brows raised at him, and he shot you a wink.
âTrust me, youâll like it this way,â he said.
You did trust him. Your hands caressed down his neck, down his chest, and you subtly urged him with your heels on his back, encouraging him where you both knew he needed to be.
And with one slow push, his cock was stretching your inner walls with slow, delicious friction. You both groaned at the feeling. His forehead pressed against yours. His hand trembled slightly, brushing your hair away from your face. And he began moving inside you in steady strokes.
Dean was putting his all into this tonight. He thought your promises to take care of him next time were as endearing as they were sexy as hell. Even now, you were touching him wherever you could reach, occasionally moaning his name in his ear, encouraging him with every thrust inside you.
Fuck, he was right, you thought. He was reaching places deep inside you, filling you to the very brim. And you were already on the edge of pleasure, brows furrowed, biting your lower lip so hard that your teeth nearly broke the skinâŠ
Your fingers slipped down between you to further part your folds and rub your already sensitive clit. Dean caught the hint and moved your hand to do it himself, as in time with his thrusts as he could. Finally, you unraveled for the second time that night. Your gasp gave way to a moan.
Your tightening walls gripped him like a vice. His release hit him with the same force, choking a near shout out of him. His hand was a bit too tight in your hair, he realized, so he forced himself to ease up.
He petted over your hair instead as he came down with ragged breaths. After he released your shaky legs back to the bed, he leaned mostly on his elbow and thigh instead of sinking all his weight onto you.
You appreciated that. You soothed up and down his back while you panted for breath.
âWow,â you managed to say.
Deanâs chuckle took him by surprise too.
âYeah,â he agreed. He turned his head to press a sloppy kiss where your neck met your shoulder.
Just then, a distant-sounding jingle reached your ears. It was familiarâŠand you remembered it was the alarm on your phone, which was probably in the kitchen.
âOh shit,â you gasped. âThe cakeâs still in the oven.â
He blinked. âWell, I donât smell burning, so weâre good.â
âDean! Youâre a firefighter, remember?â you laughed, but you still tapped his shoulder so heâd roll over. Reluctantly he did, but he still took you with him, even after heâd slid out of you.
You yelped and clung to his shoulders to balance yourself. âI gotta get the cake!â
âFive more minutes,â he grumbled into your neck. He also liked the way your breasts were pressed against his chest.
âItâs going to be soâŠdamnâŠburnt!â You punctuated each of those syllables with a playful smack on his arm, until he finally released you with a lazy smirk.
You shook your head and huffed in amusement. Sliding out of bed, you searched around your dress. The first thing you found was his discarded undershirt. You slipped it on real quick and cautiously padded out of Deanâs room. You didnât know if Sam was back from work, but this was not how you wanted to meet him.
The halls were quiet, so you didnât think he was home yet. You managed to get to the kitchen unscathed, where you turned off your timer and grabbed some oven mitts. You opened the oven and pulled out the cake, setting it down on the counter. Your eyes narrowed at the almost perfect dome on top.
âWhatâs the verdict, Chef Ramsay?â
Dean leaned in the doorway, dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants and nothing else. The view was delectable, but you sighed and gestured at the cake with a shake of your head.
âItâs burnt.â
âWhat? No, itâs not,â he refuted. He joined your side and stared down at the top of the cake, which was half browned. âLooks all right to me.â
âTrust me, itâs going to be dry,â you said, âeven with the lemon drizzle on it.â
It was the perfectionist in you that smarted with disappointment. You didnât want to serve anyone something you werenât proud of, especially Dean. But he just leaned over and pressed a kiss to the side of your head.
âDonât beat yourself up,â he said. âIâm still gonna eat the crap out of it.â
You glanced at him, unable to help a small smile. He grinned back.
âAnyway, I think it was worth it. Donât you?â Dean said. He pulled you in towards him by your waist, and you went willingly, resting your hands against his bare chest. You let your nails drag against his skin a little as you contemplated.
You looked up at him with a grin of your own.
âYeah. Definitely worth it.â
Dean later sat with you again at the table, this time with your chairs closer together as you each ate large slices of delicious cake (even if it was a bit dry). Out of the corner of his eye, he noted the copious number of dishes still left in the sink and the flour and batter sprinkled across the counter.
He knew Sam was going to have a conniption when he got home (in the morning at this rate). He was probably crashing at Eileenâs apartment tonight.
Good, Dean thought. That meant heâd have the place all to himself, with you.
âYou know, I just realized something,â he said.
You knew that look in his eyes. He was about to say something smartass.
ïżœïżœïżœWhatâs that?â you asked. He reached out and thumbed at your chin.
âI just got my dessert twice in one sitting,â he remarked. âThatâs pretty damn good, if you ask me.â
You snorted in laughter. You also blushed, but you were unable to stop smiling either.
You set down your fork and eased back from the table. Your hand on Deanâs shoulder encouraged him to do the same, so you could sit across his lap. He welcomed you with a warm hand on your bare thigh. Already it was creeping under the shirt you borrowed.
You stroked his cheek with the back of your hand and gave him a mischievous smile.
âThink you could handle another serving?â
AN: đ«Ł Was it everything you wanted it to be? lol I love me some baking innuendo. What did you like more: eating the cherry pie or making the lemon drizzle? đâ€ïžâđ„
In Part 8, Dean's past comes a knockin'...
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While you were getting dressed, a phone buzzed on one of the nightstands beside the bed. It was Deanâs phone.
You went over to it curiously as you fixed the straps of your dress. The screen showed a missed text message from last night, around 10:00 p.m., and another one this morning. You read the latest one with a sinking feeling in your chest.
From Marissa: Surprised I didnât hear back from you last night. The offer still stands. đ
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Cherry Pie Kiss
Slice Two
Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader
Summary: Out on the hunt, out of state and out of options; with your life on the line, Dean makes a call you're not happy with. Just when you thought you couldn't take any more, he brings a peace offering.
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A/N: This is part 2 of 3 of what started as a short one shot, but someone asked for another slice of pie so I'm here to deliver. There isn't any smut in this part (its all going to be in part 3 đ) but there are graphic depictions of gore, violence and death which is why I ask minors not to read or interact. Reader is female but generic, and obviously has feelings but is kind of stuck in this hate to love him type thing which carries on from part 1. I hope you enjoy the read and are ready for the goonfest and gratuitous smut coming in part 3.
Warnings: gore, death and gruesome depictions of canon-type violence, profanity as standard for my work, bit of angst, bit of fluff right at the end.
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Dean Winchester. You hate him. His saviour complex, his unwavering strength, the way heâs so damn selfish though not in the ways that count⊠But boy, can he wear a pair of jeans. Phew-ee!
You hate that you canât stop looking at him, leaning on the jukebox of the bar youâre in, feeding it quarters in exchange for some feel-good tunes. Ugh! Asshole!
Tonight had been a tough night. Even Sam was feeling the burn. Out on the hunt, out of state and out of options, the three of you had played a Hail Mary and it had paid off. Those damn vamps had just kept on coming. Sam was down and you were in a bad way with what felt like a hoard of those fuckers piling into the abandoned factory to make a meal out of you all. Starting out, you had all been so sure that you had this little group in the bag but, as per usual with these goddamn things, the plan didnât pan out.
Dean had dragged you and a semi-conscious Sam into a tight space between the machines. One way in, one way out. You were both toast if you were found and of course you would be found; the vamps had your scent.
Groggily, you watched dean uncoil something from his pocket and string it across the opening at about neck height.
âGuitar string.â He winked at you as if this idea was the best idea he had ever had and should have been plan A from the start.
âWeâre fucking bait?â  You hissed furiously.  No, surely not? Dean would never use his brother as bait. Would he? âGoddamn asshole!â You snarled with as much vitriol you could muster between your gasping breaths and painful ribs.
He just gave you that weary look he had been wearing for the past hour and shrugged his shoulders before pulling out his machete and hiding himself out of sight. âGet ready.â
You brandished your blade and hauled yourself to your feet, ready to fight. There was no point wasting any more breath insulting him. If you got out of this alive, you would have plenty of opportunity to call him all the names under the sun. IF you got out alive.
The first vamps that found you came rushing in, right down the tight alley framed by the large machinery and with a sharp twang, Deanâs trap garrotted them straight through, taking their heads clean off. Of the next three, the wire took the first two but the third approached cautiously despite you calling him to come get you.
Dean ran out from his hiding place and attacked the vamp from behind, slashing at the guyâs thick neck twice in order to cut all the way through. As the body fell you saw why the vamp had stopped â the trap had remnants of flesh and blood along it from its previous victims making it easier to see. You wiped your sleeve along it to clean the bits of hanging flesh off making it almost invisible again. Dean gave you an impressed nod.
Another two vamps fell to the wire but the last one got snagged as she fell, snapping it and making it useless. Well, it was a good idea while it lasted, you thought.
It took you two a little while longer to attract the remaining few vamps who obviously knew something was up. Sam was in no fit state, still groaning on the ground. You were weak and in a lot of pain but you kept swinging your blade, struggling to breathe let alone stand.
The fight had been brutal and both you and Dean were covered in blood by the time it was over. You were on your knees, slumped over a vamp you had had to hack into to remove the head, your blade surely blunt by now. You were ready to close your eyes and give up when Dean pulled you to your feet.
âCâmon,â he said gruffly, âup and atâem.â Helping you out over the pile of decapitated bodies, he hauled a now mostly conscious Sam through the mess.
You had made it to the Impala and, for once, Dean hadnât grumbled about getting blood on Babyâs seats but throwing a couple blankets down instead. Sam slumped in the front while you crawled in the back, weary and sore. Your eyes met Deanâs in the rearview mirror but yours flicked away immediately, unable to look at him without getting angry. When you looked back so did he, like he knew youâd be looking, and held on, asking if you were okay without actually asking. If he really cared he wouldnât have used you as bait.
You let your head fall back onto the seat and closed your eyes frustrated by his dichotomy.
After a while on the road, Dean turned the radio on, breaking the silence which opened the door for you to say what was on your mind. Sam hadnât been bothered one bit by the fact that Dean had used you both as bait, but you were furious.
âIt worked, didnât it?â Dean snapped, frustrated by your anger.
âI hate you.â
âYeah, yeah, you and a whole long list of other people. Aint nothinâ new.â
Around five miles out of Crocker, Missouri, Dean pulled into a truck stop complex which had a convenience store, gas station, diner, a small motel and a dive bar. The dawn was still hours away and the need for a couple of hours sleep in a comfortable bed was showing on all three of you. Sam was the cleanest so he made the arrangements; two rooms because there was no way you were sharing a room with that asshole after what he did. You were just as likely to fuck him out of anger as fight him at that point.
You used the showers in the truck stop to clean off all the blood and get into some clean clothes, relishing in the feel of the warm water and decent water pressure. You felt a slight pang of guilt that someone would likely be picking vamp chunks out of the drain in the next couple of days but it passed quickly, it probably wasnât the worst thing these truck stop attendants had seen over the years.
Refreshed by the shower and a take-out burger from the diner, you decided you needed a drink or five, which sounded good to Sam and Dean â you all deserved it.
So, here you are, several drinks in, pounding another tequila shot, trying not to stare at Dean Winchesterâs ass while Sam bids you goodnight and takes himself off to one of the two rooms you had paid for at the run-down motel on site.
It seems as if youâre not the only one with an eye for a firm ass in tight Wranglers; a scantily clad barfly sidles up to Dean and strokes her hand down his back as he plugs his final song into the jukebox. When her hand reaches that ass of his, he straightens and turns, grinning at her with that look you know means heâs going to ride her all the way to dawn.
You canât watch this. You donât have the stomach for it, not tonight. You pound your remaining two shots and eat the lime slice, peel and all. Then youâre up off your stool and pushing past Dean and his lady friend, and out into the night where the air cools your heated skin but not your confusing emotions.
In the second of the two rooms, you look at your bruised face and neck in the mirror. No wonder he didnât look twice at you, youâre a mess. It shouldnât pain you like it does to think of him with another woman. He asked once and you said no, so that is the end of that. Plus, you hate him, canât forget that. Still, it gives you some small satisfaction that he now has no empty room to take his new friend to so heâll have to bang her in Baby, on the bloody blankets. With a spiteful smirk you flop on the bed and fall into a light disturbed sleep.
A loud knock on the door wakes you up with a start. At first you donât know where you are. So used to your room in the bunker, you had almost forgotten what it feels like to sleep that first night in a new place, never truly resting for fear of attack. Itâs only an hour or so since you left the bar and youâre groggy from the tequila and from the waking.
You donât turn on the lights when you go to the peephole, looking out with your pistol muzzle pushed up against the flimsy wood door. Dean sways on the other side, his head turned as though heâs listening.
âSamâs in the other room,â you call, clicking the safety back onto your pistol.
âI know,â he grumbles, âopen up. I got something.â
âIt can wait until the morning.â
âCanât wait,â it sounds muffled, âowwww!â he hisses.
âWhat the hell,â you sigh, sliding the chain and turning the handle.
Dean stumbles in with his mouth shaped like an âOâ as he slides two bowls onto the unit next to the TV, shaking his hands afterwards as if burned. You close the door and engage the chain out of habit.
âGot you something.â He grins goofily, obviously much more drunk than you had left him in the bar, and you wonder what happened to the barfly. Surely the womanizing Dean Winchester hadnât banged and dropped her in that short a time?
âItâs two in the morning, Dean.â You wipe a hand down your tired face, lifting your eyes again to see him handing you one of the bowls from the diner.
âPeace offering.â He says with a smile as he pushes the hot ceramic into your hands, his eyes glistening with mirth and the effects of all the whiskey he shot back earlier.
You look at what he brought you and your heart almost stops. Itâs a steaming hot piece of cherry pie, drizzled in a large puddle of vanilla custard just the way you like it. You look at his, with his tiny dollop of cream just the way he likes it, and you canât help but smile.
âWhy?â You ask as you sit on the edge of the bed with him in the chair by the TV, the bowl in your hand, spoon loaded with goodness.
He finishes chewing a piece of the hot pie, sucking in air to cool it in his mouth before he replies. âI know you hate me.â
âI donât hate you,â you admit too quickly but the words are out now whether he believes them or not.
âAnd I know itâs my fault,â he looks at you with those eyes, âI shouldnât have made things awkward from day one. So, Iâm sorry about that.â
âThank you.â You never thought you would ever hear Dean Winchester apologise, or what you would say in return.
âI didnât know how to take the rejection,â he sighed heavily, âespecially not from someone I have this amazing chemistry with, yâknow? But thatâs on me.â
What great chemistry did Dean think he had with you? All the years you had known him, youâd harboured a bit of a crush on him but he always acted like you were one of the guys. When you two crossed paths it had felt effortless to slip into the old camaraderie but he treated you like a sister, a fellow hunter, until you had shown up on his radar this time covered in blood and all kinds of messed up and heâd gotten all pissed and⊠ohhhh.
âYou were right all those years ago when you said hunters shouldnât get close,â he continues, âI shouldâve listened and never asked that question.â
You remember the conversation clearly. It was something you had said because you thought it was what he wanted to hear from you. Younger and more naïve, you had thought that what he wanted was for you to be like one of the guys so you had said the words and hoped that you could remain where you were with him, always close but never at risk of blowing everything. Over time you had begun to regret that decision, and as soon as he started acting like an asshole it had been easy to trade the feelings you had for ones of resentment.
âI wish I never said it. I didnât realise what I would be losing when I asked.â   He looks at you again, beseechingly. âDo you think we can start again? Be friends like before?â
You think about it for a moment but the more you think the surer you are that you canât go back. You canât know these things and have these experiences and go back to the beginning.
âNo, Dean, I donât think we can.â Your words are soft but the devastation in his eyes is sharp and painful.
You stand, placing your untouched bowl on the bedside table, and walk towards him. His bowl is empty now, but thereâs a little piece of pie left on his spoon when you take it from him. Heâs confused but follows your every movement with a mixture of sadness and reverence.
The pie is sweet on your tongue and the way his eyebrows raise when your lips close around the spoon brings a cheeky glint to your eyes. You sit on his knee, wrapping one arm around his shoulders while the other pulls the now clean spoon past your lips. You swallow with a sigh. His hands go to your hip and thigh to steady you as he looks up at you.
You dip your head slowly and he tilts up to meet you, his eyes flicking between yours and your mouth. He tastes sweet just like you do when you lay your lips on his, a soft kiss that is both the testing of waters and the soothing of sharp emotions. He squeezes your thigh tighter for a brief moment and you pull back to see the questioning look on his face.
âBut you saidâŠâ
You shush him with a finger laid over his lips. âI know what I said.â
âThen what did you mean?â He swallows hard, licking his lips nervously afterwards as if youâre about to pull the rug out from under him.
âI wish Iâd said yes.â
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000. àŒșROCK THE BOATàŒ»â
summary: after getting unexpectedly left by your roommate, you find yourself in need of a replacement.
contents: reader is down bad. paige in a situationship. kinda angsty.
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âi just want you to knowâŠâ tina sighs, looking painfully pitying. âit isnât youâŠitâs me.â
you sit on the coach in disbelief, unable to comprehend most of what sheâs saying to you. are you actually getting broken up with by your roommate?
âitâs justâŠfinn and i think itâs time to take the next step in our relationship.â three weeks. theyâve been dating for three weeks. damn, they uhaul faster than lesbians.Â
tina mistakes your confused look for sadness, sticking her lip out and reaching over to put her hand over your hand. she widens her green eyes in your direction, steadying her gaze on yours with a sympathetic smile on her lips. âbut donât worry! iâve already put in a good word with so many of my friends so that they can tell their friends how great a roommate you were!âÂ
âwhen are you moving out?â you sigh.
she looks a bit winded by the quickness of your question. âofficially? in two days but since finn helped me pack up my stuff while you were at work, iâm just gonna get the rest of my things now and stay out of your hair. iâve already paid my half of this month's rent so you have a month to find someone to room with.â she smiles brightly.Â
tina is one of those people who is always happy but you canât help but notice that she looks even more joyous than usual. âiâmâŠhappy for you, tina.â
she smiles even wider and makes a squealing sound as she leans over to hug you. âawwâŠyouâre so sweet! letâs stay in touch, yeah?â
you open your mouth to respond but are immediately cut off.
âbabeâŠcan you hurry and get the rest of your things?â finn, her boyfriend, mutters. heâs been leaning against the wall waiting for tina to break the news to you.Â
she gives you another apologetic grin. âheâs really tired after workâŠretail, those customers are ruthless, you know?â she whispers definitely loud enough for him to hear.
tina walks back to what used to be her room, packing a few more things before she comes back to the livingroom to bid you one more goodbye.
"don't be a stranger..." she mutters at you, holding her bags tightly in her grip.
you watch as she and finn leave the house, she leaves her key on the coffee table and you lock the door behind them.
TO: SEAN
youâll never guess what just happened
FROM: SEAN
What?
TO: SEAN
tina fell in love
FROM: SEAN
Again?
Whoâs the lucky guy?
TO: SEAN
finn something
whatever
i think she was fr in love this time tho
she moved out đ
FROM: SEAN
OH SHIT
YOUâRE FUCKED LMAO đ
TO SEAN:
đ
gtfo
FROM: SEAN
I apologize
I mean
Condolences**
TO: SEAN
please help me find a new roommate
i donât wanna be homeless :/
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