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lovebugism · 9 months

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eddie x shy!reader , she asks him on a date by giving him tickets to a concert and he thinks its a joke til she walks away feeling rejected & he realizes she’s like dead serious & goes up to her

thanks for your request! i sorta broke my own heart with this one — the one where eddie rejects you and immediately regrets it (shy!reader, hurt/comfort, 2.6k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

Robin tells you that he’s nice. She says he won’t turn you down because he loves Mötley Crüe too much and he’s called you pretty too many times. Robin Buckley is many things — a dork, a polyglot, and your best friend, to name a few — but she’s never been a liar.

She wouldn’t lead you to the slaughter that way. She wouldn’t just let you get your heart broken. More than anything, though, she knows Eddie far better than you do — partly because she’s actually able to talk to him.

So despite your lingering worry, you swallow her words like a shot of vodka and maneuver helplessly through the bustling crowd of the Hawkins High lunchroom.

Eddie Munson sits alone at the Hellfire Club table — the smallest one in the very back corner by the large square window.

Instead of eating a real meal (even though the hamburgers might be horse meat instead of cow), the boy eats crumbled-up pretzels from a worn ziplock bag. He pinches them into his mouth blindly because his chocolate syrup gaze is trained on the well-loved book folded in his left hand.

J.R.R Tolkien’s, The Hobbit.

It makes you smile softly to yourself. You hope one day you’ll have the courage to tell him you’ve read that book so many times you could recite it in your sleep. You hope that day comes soon.

“Eddie?” you call softly to him when you reach his table. Your sweaty fingers fidget with the concert tickets you clutch between them.

He just thinks he hears his name at first. It’s barely audible over the sounds of muddled chatter in the cafeteria. He glances up from his book, not expecting anyone to be there, and gaping when he finds you standing in front of him.

His cinnamon eyes go wide. The boy blinks owlishly at you once, then flits his eyes behind you like he’s expecting to see someone there. When he doesn’t, he blinks at you again.

“Hi…” you waver with a trembling smile.

Eddie grins back, still obviously confused. “…Hi?”

“I, uh… I don’t know if you heard, but— well, obviously you heard, that’s… that’s stupid,” you laugh at yourself, shaking your head with your eyes squeezed shut. You’re already stumbling all over yourself, and you haven’t even managed a full sentence yet.

“Mötley Crüe is coming to Indianapolis in a few days, and a friend of mine was selling tickets, so I bought them. For us. Potentially. You know, if you wanted to… to go… With me.”

Your offer lingers and hangs in the air between the two of you.

A smile quirks at the right side of Eddie’s pink mouth. It isn’t a kind one, though. It looks more cynical than anything else.

His head juts back. He’s almost peering at you from the corner of his eye as though you were some suspicious thing he needed to analyze. A laugh sputters from his lips. “Did Buckley put you up to this? Is that what this is?”

Your faltering smile fades entirely. Your features crumble in disappointment.

This worse he could say is no, Robin had told you.

You hadn’t prepared yourself for this.

“…What?” you wonder, voice fragile like a wilting flower petal.

Eddie chuckles to himself. He sets the book down to give you his full attention, though you’re not sure you want it anymore. “You know, I knew she was upset about me trying to set her up with Vickie and all, but this is a… whole new low.”

“Vickie…?” you murmur through a tightening throat, brows pinched in confusion. “I don’t understand—”

“Look, sweetheart… Tell Robin that this was a real funny joke, but I’m not interested, alright?”

Your chest aches with an empty feeling. You think your heart might be breaking. “J—Joke?”

“—Actually, tell her that this was very not metal of her, and that I will get my vengeance,” Eddie says with a sardonic laugh deeply rooted in his chest. His smile looks almost like he pities you as he shakes his head, eyes twinkling with pessimism. “I’m sorry she sent you to do her dirty work, but… You should probably go now. This is, you know, the Hellfire Club table and everything, so…”

You swallow thickly, then nod.

Eddie doesn’t want you here. Eddie doesn’t want you at all.

“I’m— I’m sorry if I…” The words get caught in your throat. You clear it and blink back burning tears. “I was just… I thought that maybe—”

“Eddie!” a boyish voice calls from across the cafeteria, only halfway drowned out through all the noise. A group of guys in Hellfire shirts walk towards the table.

You take that as your cue to leave. You don’t want to burst into tears in front of your crush and all of his friends.

“I’m sorry,” is all you manage to choke out before turning on your heel and walking away.

He’d been smiling up until that point — like it was all a big joke to him — because it was.

The girl he’s been fawning over since junior year comes out of nowhere with tickets to see one of his favorite bands? That was the kind of shit he dreamt about — the kind of plan only someone as vicious as Robin Buckley could concoct to hurt his feelings. And after spending so many years being the brunt of bullies, Eddie was tired of being embarrassed.

And at first, he thought you were just a really good actor. You did look almost genuinely confused when he’d snuffed out the plan so quickly. But those wide, glassy eyes you looked at him with — he doesn’t know if a person can fake that sort of heartbreak. That looked real.

Eddie had been close to commending himself for not letting Robin win. He thought he was a genius for not allowing Buckley to use you against him. Now he knows he’s the same dumbass he's always been.

“Hey, man…” Gareth wavers as he sits at his designated seat adjacent to Eddie’s. The boy’s forlorn and faraway gaze doesn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the club. They all share looks of confusion, but the sandy-haired boy is the only one brave enough to speak up. “You okay?”

Eddie keeps his gaze trained on your figure as you maneuver through the crowd. Robin looks happy for you when you reach her, but the puppy-like excitement washes away when she notices how sad you are.

He feels like someone’s shoved a knife between his ribcage. He wonders if this is what a broken heart feels like.

“I think I screwed up,” he answers, laughing cynically at himself. “Like, big time.”

“Well, it wouldn’t be the first time, right?” Dustin jokes before popping a fry into his mouth. He laughs, but no one else joins him. “…Right?”

Eddie glares at the boy.

He cowers. “…Kidding. I was kidding.”

—————

He stews over it all day — your offer and what he said to you and how sad you looked after he said it.

He pictures your pinched brows and big, glassy eyes and his chest starts to burn a little. Everyone always thought he was some raging asshole just because he had crazy hair and a crazier taste in music. Now he feels like they were sort of right about him.

Whatever chance he had with you has surely turned to dust by now. It wouldn’t surprise him after he shrugged you off like he did. But after waging a nearly four-hour war in his mind between lunch and dismissal, he knows he has to make sure.

He has to know if he’s ruined things entirely or if there’s a glimmer of hope he can hang onto.

He comes to you at the end of the day, dripping in metaphorical blood from the mental carnage he’d endured. He stood across the hall from you for five whole minutes as he tried to come up with something to say. He walks to your locker empty-handed and just blurts, “I thought you were joking,” like a total idiot.

Through the muddled conversation in the bustling hallway, you hadn’t heard him coming. You didn’t know he was there at all until he was right next to you. Seeing someone so suddenly close to you makes you flinch — hard.

And it’s not totally Eddie’s fault. You’re jumpy and too easily frightened at times, but he can’t help but feel like he’s messing things up more than he already has.

“Oh…” you deflate with a sigh, eyes still wide and swimming with something he can’t quite place. You look like you’re almost relieved to see him. Almost.

“Sorry— shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to…” The boy stumbles over his words, then trails off when they don’t come out the way he wants. He shakes his head and finds it in himself to smile. It’s bitter, though, filled with self-abhorrence. “I wasn’t trying to scare you.”

With one hand still clutching the door of your locker, and the other gripping a stack of textbooks, you peer at him through your lashes. “I know. It’s okay. I just— I wasn’t expecting it…”

He grimaces. “Sorry…”

“’S okay,” you repeat.

“I, um, I only came in so hot ‘cause I wanted to apologize— you know, for earlier. In the lunch room,” he stammers and puts his fidgeting hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. He tries to laugh, but it comes out more as an insincere puff of air. “Honestly, I thought you were joking.”

Your brows pinch. “Joking? Why would I—”

“I sorta locked Robin and Vickie in the old chemistry room in the east wing a few days ago,” he confesses, bouncing his shoulders. “Just because I know they both like each other and everything, and I thought maybe they’d finally admit it if they were alone together.”

“Okay…?”

“Well, they didn’t. And Robin was pissed. So I thought she was using you to get back at me.”

“Using me?” you echo.

“Yeah. ‘Cause I’ve kinda been into you since junior year and everything,” he admits with a nonchalant shrug. The corner of his rosy mouth quirks into a half-smile. “It’s, like, the one card Robin could use against me that would actually hurt, you know? If she did try to get me back.”

Your heart swells so much it hurts, almost — the same kind of hurt you'd felt in the lunch room earlier. It feels fiery, like someone’s taken a match to your ribcage and lit your heart aglow. But it’s different now. This is a good hurt, a happy hurt.

“Really?” you squint at him, your voice high and light. Your lips twitch like you want to smile, but you don’t let yourself — lest this all turns out to be some kind of elaborate dream. Or a joke.

“Since we had Mr. Kaminsky’s together, yeah,” Eddie affirms with a slow, confident nod. His chocolate eyes flit up to the water-stained ceiling. “Let’s see… We were learning about reproduction, and Tommy Hagan made some stupid joke about using you as a real-life model instead of the pictures in the textbook—”

“I remember,” you nod, trying not to shudder at the memory that still haunts you.

“And I told him that he was making it real obvious that he’s never seen an actual vagina before and that the one in the textbook looked a lot like his mom’s,” the boy recalls with a soft laugh. “And you looked over at me, and you smiled, and I… have been a goner ever since.”

He looks down at you again, all sheepish like he isn’t gluing your broken heart back together again. His chocolate eyes twinkle in a way you’ve never seen before. They sparkle in their softness. You have to look away before it turns you into a puddle at his feet.

You smile widely into your locker, pursing it off to the side in attempts to conceal its brightness.

“No one’s ever stuck up for me like that before,” you confess quietly after a few moments, peeking at him from the corner of your eye. “I’m pretty sure I gushed to Robin about it for days.”

“Yeah?” Eddie hums. He can feel his hopes getting too high.

“Yeah. I told her all about the pretty boy in the back of the room that finally got Tommy H. to leave me alone.”

“Oh… You think he’s pretty, huh?” the boy teases despite his pink cheeks.

You nod — made much braver by his previous admission — though you still have a little trouble looking him in the eye. You drag a notebook from your locker as you tell him, “I think he’s very pretty.”

“Well, I have it on good authority that the boy you think is pretty is super sorry for being such an asshole to you earlier,” Eddie murmurs, his nose scrunched and head tilted. “And that he’d really love to go to that concert with you— if you haven’t found some other schmuck to go with you, that is.”

Your eyes light up like a Christmas tree as you beam at him. No one’s ever looked at him that way before now.

“I’d like that,” you nod, then shrug. “I don’t think I’d wanna go with anyone else, anyway…”

“So, it’s a date?” Eddie asks, just to make sure. His raised brows disappear behind his fluffy bangs. His chin tilts to his chest as he smiles hopefully down at you.

You nod, and repeat it more softly than the loudmouth boy. “It’s a date.”

Eddie can feel himself grinning like an idiot. His cheeks ache with how wide he’s beaming at you, but he's too lovesick to stop. Like squinting into the sun, smiling every time he looks at you is muscle memory by now.

And what did a freak like him ever do to deserve a date with the freakin’ sun?

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moonstruckme · 4 months

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“Wow,” Morgan sighs happily, “I don’t know which one of you is more whipped.”

i'm so obsessed with this line from one of your recent spencer reid works and i would loooove to see more of this dynamic if you're interested in doing it 💗 maybe more moments of them being soft/whipped for each other and the team noticing it? thank youuu!!

Thank you lovely!

cw: mention of kidnapping (more a backdrop than anything)

Spencer Reid x bau!reader ♡ 1k words

Spencer really wishes he’d remembered his gloves. The air is biting, fresh powder glistening on the deep green spruces whose boughs stoop under its weight. It’s picturesque, and yet the snowfall couldn’t have come at a worse time. It’s impeded their search party by hours, potentially dooming the kidnapping victim they’re all braving the weather for. Spencer keeps his hands stowed in his coat pockets.

“Hey.”

He turns as you and Emily come up behind him. You’re both dressed better than he is, actual winter wear as opposed to the tweed coat he’d worn into the police station that morning. Even so, your cheek and nose are look chilled as you smile at him. You carry a disposable coffee cup in each hand.

“Hi,” Spencer says, taking the one you extend to him. His numb fingers are grateful for the warmth of it. “I thought you guys were interviewing the uncle?”

Emily’s shaking her head before he’s finished speaking, mouth pulling in discontent. “That was a dead end. He and his sister have been estranged for years. He doesn’t know anything.”

A frown tugs at your features as Emily talks but you perk up quickly when you feel your boyfriend’s gaze. “We figured we’d be more helpful here,” you say brightly, “and also that you might want some liquid reinforcement.”

“Thanks.” He does a little toast with his disposable cup and regrets it immediately, but thankfully you smile. Spencer isn’t sure how he got so lucky; it seems like he can get away with any number of weird things and you’ll find them endearing every time. “There hasn’t been much progress here either. If they left any sort of tracks, the snow covered it up. I’m not…” he lowers his voice, angling his head away from the others in his group. “I’m not sure we’ll find her alive in this.”

“We’ve still got eight hours,” Emily points out.

She’s right, he tells himself. There are eight hours left in the forty-eight hour window. But that’s also just a statistic. And as someone whose brain is packed full of statistics, Spencer knows that they’re not always reflective of reality. The eight hours his team has left might be more for hope than anything else.

Emily drifts ahead of you in the group and you bump your shoulder lightly into his, forcibly derailing his train of thought. He looks over at you. Your lips are tipped up, just a little. Not faking anything, but understanding, a quiet promise that regardless of how today turns out, you’ll be in it together. He finds it easier than expected to return your smile.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Your hair curtains your face as you look down, unzipping your jacket to dig something out of the interior pocket. “You left your gloves at the station.”

“Yes.” You laugh at his eagerness as he takes them from you. “I can’t believe I forgot them, thanks so much for bringing them.”

“Of course, it was no problem.” Your eyes skim the trees. Spencer suspects that if your face weren’t already so pink it’d be coloring now. “I figured you might need them, so.”

“You were right.”

Your gaze flits to his as you grin, then falls to where he has his gloves held bunched with his coffee cup. “Oh, do you want me to take that so you can put them on?”

“That’d be great,” he says, relieved.

He holds the cup out to you. You reach for it, but when your fingers brush his in the transfer, you gasp, covering his hand with yours.

“Spence,” you say softly, remonstrance gentled. “Your hands are freezing!”

“They’re not as bad as they were before. What are you doing?”

You’ve taken one of his hands in yours and appear to be inspecting it closely. “Checking if your fingernails are blue.”

“They’re not,” he laughs, though he lets you finish your perusal until you’re satisfied. “I would know if I had frostbite. I’d be able to identify the symptoms early on.”

“They’re just so cold,” you fret. “I’ve never felt skin that cold before.”

The tops of his hands are still freezing, but his palms and the pads his fingers have warmed from the coffee cup. “I’m not sure they’re colder than your face,” he says, pressing his free hand to one of your cheeks.

Unsurprisingly, your skin is cool to the touch, but you smile warmly as you push your cheek into his palm.

“Okay, you two,” Emily says without turning around, “less fraternizing on the job.

You straighten immediately. “We were just—”

“Being cute and coupley?” Uncannily, Morgan appears on Spencer’s other side. He has no idea when his nosiest coworker had drifted back from the front of the group. “We know. But could you save it for the hotel later? Even all the sparks flying off you two can’t melt all this snow, and I want to get out of here sometime before dark.”

Spencer suspects his face is about as red as yours as he looks down to pull on his gloves. Morgan relishes in it, raising an eyebrow at you.

“And don’t think I didn’t notice that you brought pretty boy here a coffee and not me.” He tsks. “I didn’t expect such blatant favoritism from you, sweetheart. I’m disappointed.”

“I was carrying yours,” Emily says, her tone conveying an eyeroll so effectively she doesn’t need to follow through with the action. She pushes a disposable coffee cup into Morgan’s chest.

He doesn’t look one bit sheepish as he takes it, though Spencer notices you trying to repress a grin that’s bordering upon smug.

“This has lipstick on the lid.”

Emily shrugs. “I finished mine in the car.”

“So you started on mine?”

“I sampled.”

“You’re lucky I exhibit such blatant favoritism,” you say quietly to Spencer under their bickering. “I finished mine in the car too.”

He raises his eyebrows, and you shake your empty cup as proof. Spencer takes your hand, wrapping it around his coffee cup. “We’ll share.”

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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 3 months

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Daddy’s Girl

Dean Winchester & daughter!reader

Synopsis: your life growing up as Dean’s daughter (ignores cannon)

You were born of Dean’s short-lived relationship with Lisa. When he was forced to leave his family behind to keep them safe, he was also forced to take you with him. He’d wanted to leave you, to keep you safe, but with Lisa and Ben’s memories wiped of him, you got wiped with him.

“I’m sorry,” Castiel said as Dean held you in his arms. “There’s no way to erase you without erasing her, too.”

Despite how much Dean wanted to keep you safe, he couldn’t find it in himself to regret how things turned out.

…

Sam pursed his lips, and Dean couldn’t hold back his laugh when he spotted his brother covered in broccoli.

You started giggling when you noticed your father’s smile, but Dean clamped his mouth shut when he saw you laughing.

“Hey now,” he scolded, trying desperately to look stern despite still being able to see the broccoli in Sam’s hair. “Don’t throw food.”

“Is yucky!” You whined, kicking your feet.

Dean gave you his signature ‘dad glare’ and you gave him the puppy eyes that he was convinced Sammy taught you just to drive him nuts.

Neither of you were willing to give in, far too stubborn for anyone’s good. Finally, Sam broke the awkward silence.

“How about we try a new veggie?”

…

“What are you watching?”

Dean tore his eyes away from the screen to see Sam standing in the doorway.

“Saw, why?”

Sam scoffed, “Do you think she’s old enough for that?” He gestured to five-year-old you, curled up in your dad’s arms.

“She’s out like a light, she has no clue what’s going on,” Dean assured him.

“So what, she’s your new stuffed animal?” Sam chuckled.

“It’s called parenting, Sammy. Now shut up, you’re gonna wake her up.”

…

“Daddy, look!”

Dean rubbed his hands over his face, closing the lore book in front of him when you came bounding into the war room.

“Hey baby, what’s up?” He asked, his voice thick with exhaustion as he lifted you into his lap.

“I maked the Impala,” you grinned, showing off a pencil sketch of Baby colored in with a black crayon. “Uncle Sammy only helped a little.”

Dean could tell from the detail of the drawing that Sam helped more than a little, but he didn’t care.

“This is great!” He praised. “Baby would be so proud, looks almost as good as her.”

You giggled. “Can I hang it on the fridge?”

“I think it’d be a crime if we didn’t,” Dean insisted, standing up with you in his arms so he could carry you to the kitchen.

…

“Dad!”

Dean staggered back in surprise when ten-year-old you launched yourself into his arms the moment he stepped into the bunker.

“Hey kid,” he chuckled, but his smile dropped when he noticed your strangled breaths, and how tightly you were clinging to him. “You ok? We weren’t gone that lon-“

“Someone’s in the bunker,” you whispered, and Dean now also noticed that you were shaking.

“What?” He demanded, lowering you to the ground and grabbing his gun with one hand, keeping his other hand on your shoulder protectively.

“I-I heard footsteps,” you stammered, still trying to catch your breath. “So I ran, and-and I was looking for a place to hide when you opened the door.”

“You’re sure it was footsteps?”

“I know what I heard!” Your stammer left you when your fear turned to annoyance.

“Ok, ok,” Dean soothed. “I believe you. Now, I want you to go and hide in my room, ok? Stay there, and don’t open the door unless it’s me, understand?”

“B-but…” you glanced around nervously, unwilling to let go of your father.

“I need you to do this,” Dean said. “I need you safe, ok? You’re gonna be fine.”

You nodded, but Dean’s jacket was still clenched between your fingers.

“C’mon now, go!” Dean gave your arm a gentle push, and as soon as the two of you were no longer touching you seemed spurned into action. You ran in the other direction, headed straight for your dad’s room.

Once the door was closed and locked behind you, you immediately went to sit on Dean’s bed, your arms wrapped around your knees as you tried hard to stop your trembling.

You assured yourself over and over again that your dad would take care of it; he’d get the intruder out, and it would all be ok. When you heard footsteps echoing through the hall, your heart lifted, sure that your dad was coming to get you.

But then the doorknob jiggled as someone tried to open it. It stopped, but still no knock came, no “hey, it’s me,” from Dean; nothing.

Until with a loud bang! the door flew free of its hinges.

You scrambled back with a cry of surprise, and your hand found something hard under Dean’s pillow. You snatched it up as the intruder—a tall man with blond hair and a dark suit—stalked towards you.

You lifted the object, surprised when you saw that it was Dean’s gun.

“St-stay back!” You warned. The man hesitated for only a second before continuing his advance towards you.

“You don’t have the guts,” he scoffed. He took one more step—he was only a couple of feet away—and reached out to grab you.

The gun kicked back in your hands as you fired, and you nearly dropped it. A look of morbid shock crossed the man’s face, but it only lasted for a brief second as he slumped to the ground at the side of Dean’s bed.

Your whole body was shaking. Your hands didn’t seem able to let go of the gun. You could feel blood on your face where it had splattered.

“Sweetheart?”

Your whole body flinched at the sound of your father’s voice. He was in the center of the room—you hadn’t even noticed him come in—and his hands were held out towards you.

“Sweetheart, give me the gun.”

Your hands went limp when Dean grabbed the gun. He tossed it onto his bed, his attention never leaving your face, which was turned towards the dead man on the floor.

“Hey, Y/N, look at me,” Dean demanded. Your eyes slowly found your father’s, afraid of what you might find there. But there was no anger, or judgment, not even surprise. There was only comfort, maybe a little worry.

“Let’s go,” Dean said, lifting you into his arms. When he saw you staring at the dead man, he cradled the back of your head in his hand and pushed your face against his shoulder as he carried you out of the room.

“I killed him.”

Your voice came out muffled against Dean’s shirt, and Dean’s heart constricted at the quaver in your voice.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he soothed, subconsciously rocking you in his arms like he used to do when you could barely crawl. “He was gonna hurt you, you defended yourself. You did nothing wrong.” Dean sighed. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. I didn’t want you to have to do that.”

“I killed somebody,” you said again, and Dean’s arms tightened around you. He knew he couldn’t talk you out of this; not yet, you were still in shock. So he’d do the only thing he could.

“It’s gonna be ok, baby,” he soothed. “I promise.”

…

“Where is that girl?”

“You lookin for Y/N?” Sam asked as Dean wandered around the bunker.

“Unless we’ve got another girl living here I don’t know about,” Dean shot back.

Sam just rolled his eyes.

“She’s in the library doing homework.”

“Again?” Dean shook his head. “I think I’ve let her spend too much time with you, she’s becoming quite the nerd.”

“Don’t look at me,” Sam chuckled. “I told her to take a break like an hour ago. That nerdy behavior is all her.”

“Alright, let’s go,” Dean closed the book in front of Sam. “You both need a break.”

“Ok,” Sam shrugged. “Good luck, she’s just as stubborn as you.”

“We’ll see.”

…

“Hey!” You yelped in surprise when your dad lifted you up and out of your chair, Sam watching from the doorway with a grin on his face.

“No more books, you two have spent too much time being nerds this week.”

“But I have a paper to write!”

“You mean that paper you told me is due in three weeks?”

“Well…”

“Uh huh,” Dean said. “You’ve got time, so take a break.”

“On one condition; we watch Lord of the Rings.”

“Sounds good to me,” Sam cut in.

“Oh come on,” Dean groaned. “Could you two be bigger nerds?”

“Don’t pretend that you don’t want to watch it,” you giggled, trying to squirm out of Dean’s hold since he still hadn’t put you down.

“I don’t remember asking for your input,” Dean huffed, setting you down on your bed and digging his fingers into your stomach. You squealed in surprise as your dad tickled you. “And I certainly didn’t ask for your sass!”

“Who-who do you thin-think taught it to me!” You giggled, squirming as Dean didn’t let up.

“Hey now!” Dean scoffed. “Now you’re just asking for it.”

Dean continued to scratch and poke at your sides, your stomach, and your neck until your face was bright red and your laughter was silent.

“Alright, let’s go,” Dean said as he let up, slinging you over his shoulder and making his way towards the Dean cave, Sam following behind.

“Yo-hou’re mean,” you giggled.

Dean just chuckled.

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

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norrizzandpia · 6 months

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Lacy (Part 2) (Lando’s Ending)

Summary: In which the two soulmates finally get together.

Warnings: language, sexual innuendos at the end, everything’s depressing for a bit

Note: SURPRISE YALL!!!!! I ended up staying home from classes today because I got my period and it hurts so fucking bad 😀 so anyways I took this time to write Lando’s ending and let me tell you THIS EATS so grab the popcorn and the tissues and strap in because this concludes the lacy trilogy 😭

LANDO POV

There’s a specific quiet in the wake of the moment when you realize you had been in love with your best friend for as long as you knew her. It’s a quiet that is not peaceful whatsoever. Rather, it’s a chaotic, loud, and painful quiet which twists your insides and makes you want to smack your head against the nearest wall.

That’s the quiet I experience when Luisinha walks into the room and I find myself wishing it was Y/n.

“We need to break up.” I stutter out, my brain not thinking as it dawns on me the confusion toward the feelings I had for Y/n was anything but that. I never should’ve felt confused because it was right in front of me. My love for her had always been there, lingering in the background as I admired her smile. To think I waited this long and pushed her this far away only to realize I needed her is something indescribable.

Luisinha’s face falls as she sits down beside me on the couch, “What?”

Shaking my head, I look in her eyes, “I’m so sorry, Luisinha, but I think I’m just not ready to be with you right now.”

“Because of her.” Her arms cross over her chest as she tilts her head, “So, when I asked you to choose between me and her, and you chose me, that was… what? Confusion?”

“No, I- It was…” I’m rendered speechless as I try to explain myself, “It was a dick move. I’m sorry. I never should’ve shut her out and I never should’ve treated you the way I did. When you asked me to choose, I hadn’t thought about the fact that she’s always been my best friend and she’s been there for me for longer than you have. This isn’t to say I didn’t love you or adore the time I had with you. It’s just me realizing that I’ve gone so long needing her and that will never change.”

Her somber nodding adds another knife to my heart, the amount tripling by the minute as she takes in another one of my mistakes, “You love her? Be honest this time, Lando. I know I asked you this same question after that night when Max and I found you two close on the Monaco street, but I need to know the truth. No matter how much it hurts. So, tell me. Do you love her?”

Sighing, I come to terms with it all, “Yes, I do. I’m not sure when it happened, but I think it’s always been there.”

“You loved her while you were with me?” Her teary eyes meet mine.

Water wells in my eyes, matching her brokenness, “I’m sorry, Luisinha. Truly, I never knew it for sure until I stopped talking to her after choosing you. If I would’ve known before having met you, I wouldn’t have dragged you into this. I’m regretful of how I handled everything, but I’m not regretful of you. I never will be. I hope you won’t be too.”

She shakes her head, “No, I’m not. It just hurts to know your boyfriend loves someone else and be told it’s not true, that you’re crazy, only to be proven right when he can’t go a second without her.”

I expel a breath, “I’m so shit for this. I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to make it up to you.”

She gets up from the couch, grabbing her bag off the counter and making her way to the door, “I’m not the person you need to make it up to, Lando. You apologized to me, that’s enough. But, Y/n? There’s a lot of groveling needed to fix that fuckup you made.”

—

Walking into the McLaren Garage, I feel hopeful. Hopeful that when I explain the past few months to Y/n, that she’ll understand; hopeful that she’ll let me love her openly; hopeful that she’ll love me again.

The infamous papaya colors comfort me once more as I round the corner, going to the one place I know she’ll be.

Hospitality. Probably making friends with everyone she sees, knowing every soul that catches a glimpse of her is immediately enthralled and obsessed.

Just like I was.

My eyes land on her, in a white sundress that makes my world stop, and a smile graces my face at her laughter. My eyes wander to the person beside her, the one that had conjured the sweet noise out of her, and find Oscar.

My heart drops for a moment, but then plummets to my feet when I see his hand over hers on the table in front of them and her other hand wrapped around his arm as she tips back in her chair, still lost in the laughter. I stop in my tracks, observing their behavior like my life depends on it, trying desperately to figure out the depth of their partnership.

I must be standing for an awkwardly long time because Mark, Oscar’s manager, comes up next to me, a small, pitiful smile on his face as he states, “Weird, yeah? Everyone’s trying to figure out if they’re together or not. Apparently he was the only person she would see after you broke things off with her.”

The air in my lungs renders empty, completely leaving me and the rest of the life left in my body. My eyes dart over them, that comforting hopefulness draining from my being as they continue their conversation like it’s second nature.

I seem to drown in my emotions, not responding to Mark as he nudges me to a secluded corner of a random hallway. His hands on my arms, he dips down to meet me at eye level, “Lando, you need to pull it together. She’s finally getting better, do not ruin that for her. If she sees you fawning over her, that’ll confuse her and all the progress she’s made will go to shit. I’m begging you, do not screw this up.”

My mouth opens and closes as I try to form some sort of sentence, something to describe the crushing pain that has numbed me and taken things from me I never knew could be taken.

“I was going to try and win her back.” I mumble.

He immediately shakes his head, “Absolutely not. If it’s the last thing I say, do not get near her. You cause her unnecessary pain. At least do it for her, Lando. Leave her alone.”

“But, Mark-” I begin, but he’s quick to cut me off.

“No, Lando. Just, no.” At that, he lets go of me and walks off, as if he hadn’t just crushed specific dreams of mine and left them to die a slow death.

Cruelly, in the distance, I hear her laughing again and my heart shatters at my feet.

Knowing she laughs with him now, instead of me?

I will never come back from that.

—

“I tried calling her the other day. She declined it.” Max states, hands running through his hair as he looks at the screen and makes sure we’re muted.

My fingers hover over her contact under the table, but they don’t move to press it, too scared to really know the outcome.

“I do this everyday. It’s torture.”

The chat blows up on the screen as people ask what we’re doin that warrants muting, but both Max and I ignore it.

“Why don’t you just talk to her? I’m sure she wants closure too.” Max tries.

I shake my head, “She wants closure. I just want her.”

Max rolls his eyes, “So, tell her that.”

“She’s with Oscar!” I exclaim, throwing my hands out and confusing the viewers of our stream even more.

“You don’t know that!” He mirrors my position, both of us staring each other down.

Huffing, I shift back in my chair, turning the microphone back on and effectively ending the conversation.

Max eyes me as he vaguely states, “Lando, you don’t know. We both know you don’t know if that is correct or not. All we know is that they’re friends which they always have been.”

Messages from fans asking who we’re talking about, some getting it perfectly right as they suggest we’re talking about the dating rumors between Oscar and Y/n.

“I don’t want to talk about this with you anymore.” I dish out, tension arising in the room at my aggressive tone.

“Yeah, because we both know I’m right.” He smirks as if my feelings and this situation are entertaining.

“Fuck off, Max. I’m serious.”

Patting my back, he gentles his choice of words, “I know, mate. I know.”

—

MAX F POV

Knocking on her door, I clutch the chocolates in my hand in a death grip. I’m so nervous to see her, nervous that she’ll shut me out and never forgive me.

My mind’s loud and messy as the lock clicks and the wooden slab opens slightly, Y/n’s face peeking through.

When she catches sight of me, her fingers begin to push the door shut again, but my foot is quicker as it wedges in between it.

“Max,” She starts exasperatingly, “I’m not interested in talking to you.”

I nod my head, “I know, I know, but just hear me out, Y/n. You’re my best friend. Please.”

My pleading seems to work as she sighs and then opens her door, gesturing for me to come in. The foyer looks different and I’m not sure why until I realize it's because, whenever I would come over, I would see something of Lando’s strewn on the floor or bench. However, the only papaya I see now is a jacket which has Oscar’s name on it.

She seems to catch what my eyes have landed on, “He’s not here. He forgot that last night.”

My eyebrows rise, looking at her questionably, “Oh?”

She rolls her eyes, “Don’t push it, Max.”

Nodding, I follow her further into the house, still feeling weird that Lando’s presence isn’t blaring like it had been months ago. When we reach the kitchen, she sits down on one of the stools, moving the one beside her further out for me to take place in.

“Let’s settle this like adults then, yeah?” She gives a light smile, restoring hope inside me that she’ll give thought to my redemption.

Once I’m settled, I look her in the eyes and recite what I had practiced in the car, “I am so incredibly sorry for not being the true friend I should’ve been during the Lando situation. I should’ve been there for you, should’ve stood up for you and I never should’ve gone along with him and Luisinha pushing you out of the group. There’s only a few things I regret in life and this is absolutely one of them, the worst one by far. You have been nothing, but the greatest person to me ever since Lando introduced us. I should’ve met you with the same behavior, same loyalty, and I always said I would when it was needed, but when the situation arose, I fucking failed you miserably. You never deserved anything that was shoved in your face and I am so sorry I sat on the sidelines, letting it happen. Y/n, I miss you. I miss my best friend and I’m asking you to forgive me because I won’t fucking screw this up again.”

Her tears strike something in me, something protective as I pull her into a hug.

Her tears wet my shirt as she says, “Yeah, I didn’t fucking deserve any of that. You both were so shitty to me. I never did anything to you.”

I nod, running a hand over her back, “I know, I know. And I’m so fucking sorry.”

She pulls away, rubbing away her tears, “It’s not even you that hurt me the most. It’s Lando. I gave him everything and he still threw me to the fucking curb when it was most convienant for him. I hate him so fucking much, Max.”

I know what she says is false because I can see it in her eyes how much she yearns for him to tell her everything they’ve been tiptoeing around their whole lives. I see it in the way she doesn’t seek comfort in me, but in him, and I see it in the way she forgives me so quickly because the love she holds for me will never be as great as the love she will always hold for him.

“You don’t mean that.”

She stands up, frustrated, “Yes, I do!”

Walking over to her and grabbing her wrists, forcing her eyes to meet mine, I said pointedly, “No, you don’t.”

her resolve breaks completely and the tears wrack her body. Falling into me, she cries, “No, I don’t.”

—

LANDO POV

Seeing her standing below the podiums, in the crowd, cheering in her papaya colors is a type of pain I will always remember because I know she isn’t cheering for me.

She’s cheering for the man standing beside me, the man standing on the third place podium with a trophy in his hands as the Australian flag waves on the screen behind him.

P1 should feel better than this, but it proves to feel like absolute shit as the one thing I truly want isn’t even here to support me. The celebration is frantic and quick as I will myself to hold back the tears trying so hard to break free especially when Oscar leans over the railing to smile down at her, waving, as she screams louder, giving him the same smile she had given me multiple times when I was in the same position.

I watch her watch him, her eyes gleaming with pride. It’s hard to see her forget about me, shut out memories of her cheering for me when she probably gets Deja vu as she does the same thing for someone else.

For months, I’ve tried to mold myself into something she would miss, show only parts of myself on social media that would specifically call out to her, but, still, I’ve come up empty.

I’m bitter as we step back into McLaren’s headquarters on the paddock, and when Oscar tries to congratulate me, I dismiss him harshly. Shoving his hand off my shoulder and storming off to my room, wanting quiet, but not the quiet that only holds memories of her and all we could’ve been.

I’m with my thoughts for a few moments until there’s a small knock on my door. Standing up and going to open it, I’m about to tell off whoever has come to disturb my own personal hell, but when I catch a glimpse of her y/h/c hair, I’m quick to shut my mouth.

“I came to congratulate you.” She says, her voice quiet and unassuming.

There are tears in her eyes as she says, “I know we haven’t spoken, but I also know how much your first win means to you. I know how great you're probably feeling and I don’t want to disrupt that, but I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I didn’t tell you how proud of you I am.”

My voice quivers as my eyes go blurry, tears building up in them, “You think I feel good? You think I’m happy?”

Her nodding has me shaking my head, “No, Y/n, I’m not. I haven’t been since we stopped talking. This isn’t fun. Seeing you cheer for him, seeing you laugh at his jokes and stay by his side. None of this makes this win what we both thought it would be. This win will only be everything we chalked it up to be if you would listen to what I have to tell you.”

Her eyebrows furrow, “Lando, you stopped talking to me. You almost told me you loved me and then, the next day, just went fucking silent.”

I nod, “I know and I’m sorry, but she made me choose.”

Her eyes widened, “Luisinha made you choose between us and you chose her? Well, that’s fucking perfect, Lando!”

I shake my head vigorously, “No! Fuck. No, Y/n. That’s not how I meant it to sound.”

She puts her hands on her hips, jutting it out, and, usually, I’d laugh at the sassy pose, but, now, it just makes me want to hold her and kiss her, tell her how much I’ve loved her all this time.

“How’d you mean it to sound then, Lando?”

Groaning, I threw my hands out beside me, “I meant that, yes, I chose her, but after a few days, I realized that was a stupid decision because…” My eyes meet hers as I yell, “Because I fucking love you! I’m in love with you! I always have been. There has never been a time where I didn’t have the overwhelming need to have you be mine and I was just so confused by that feeling that I only realized it when you were gone. I broke up with Luisinha the second I figured my shit out and ever since then I’ve had to endure your happiness with Oscar! I’m so sorry for everything I put you through and the hurt I enabled that you never deserved, but it’s bull-fucking-shit, Y/n. I was going to do everything in my power to win you back and, not just as a friend this time, win you back, so we could finally be what we’ve always wanted to be. But, no! Just when I allowed myself to lean into the feelings I have for you, you got with Oscar and I’ve had to deal with the fact that I lost you to him this whole time. It’s worse than hell, Y/n. It’s worse than anything I’ve ever felt in my entire life.”

Her body visibly tenses, “Are you fucking kidding me, Lando?! Oscar and I aren’t together!”

My mind goes quiet, “What?”

She scoffs, “We were never together! He was helping me get over you! Which proved to be hard because I haven’t yet.”

I shake my head, utter annoyance at my own stupidity, “So, that was never a thing?”

She throws her head back, “Oh my fucking god, Lando, if I didn’t love you, I’d kill you. No, we were never a thing. Oscar was just the one friend I had during the dark part of my life where I tried to move on from you.”

My jaw dropped as I looked at her, my brain trying to form some kind of response, “I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

She nods, “Yeah, you fucking should be. You took so long to realize your feelings for me and then took longer because you read into something that always has been and always will be platonic.”

I drop my head down, but it’s moved up when her hands cup my chin and force my eyes to meet hers, “Lan, why’d you make it so complicated?”

Shaking my head, I exhale, “Because my feelings for you are complicated.”

She smiles lightly, “No, they aren’t.”

I mirror her smile, “No, they aren’t. They’re as clear as day. I love you.”

Her giggling restores the life into my body I lost all that time ago, “Say it again,”

Her wish is my command, always, “I love you.”

I continue to say it softly as I lean down, my hands winding around her hips and pulling her into me as I kiss her. Our first kiss seems to be the best one I’ve ever experienced as her touch glides across my neck and my hands grip the skin of her back after having pushed their way under her shirt. It’s soft and slow, representing the love we found between us. When she pulls away, her face millimeters away from mine, she asks, “Does this make your first race win everything you thought it would be?”

I chuckle, kissing her once more before pulling her into my room and shutting the door, “Yes, but I have an idea of how you could make it even better.”

Her eyebrows rise as my hands begin to move her shirt up and off her body, “Yeah?”

Taking in the start of her bare, gorgeous body, I nod slowly, smirking mischievously, “Oh, yeah.”

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the sweet spot by the scruff of your knee socks — felix

pairing: lee felix x fem!reader

tags: established relationships, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, body worshipping, teasing, light nipple play, thighs thighs thighs.

inspo: this.

( wc — 2669 )

notes: yes the title is from knee socks by the arctic monkeys. no i don’t care that this isn’t 2014 tumblr anymore it’s a bop. first thing i saw in the morning was that reel and clearly i had to do something about it.

“hey!” you let into the house as you toed off your shoes. you let your boyfriend know you’d be home early today, as a five hour meeting before lunch meant your boss was feeling merciful and let you have a half day once it was concluded.

but you didn’t think you’d come home to this.

you made your way to the bedroom, where you knew felix would be gaming. if he wasn’t practicing he was taping away on his console and you knew he wasn’t practicing.

but when you entered your shared room you found that he wasn’t gaming either.

he was standing in front of the full length mirror, taking pictures. but that wasn’t what you were focusing on.

he was wearing his brown denim shorts that were perfect for a picnic (is what felix reasoned when he bought them regardless of their three figure price tag) and your black knee high socks.

“w-what are you wearing?” you stumbled, the tone entering your ears was accusatory. but you weren’t so sure that was what you were feeling at the sight of him.

felix turned around to face you, eyes wide.

“oh, hi!” he smiled brightly, “noona asked me to send her a picture like this, she had an idea for our next photoshoot.”

“you’re wearing my knee socks,” is all you managed.

“yeah, i didn’t have any and she said that was the important part of the outfit,” he explained, apologetic.

noona wasn’t wrong about that.

you didn’t say anything back.

“i know i should’ve asked,” he nodded, taking your silence to mean something it didn’t. “i was going to wash them straight away.”

you weren’t really listening.

your eyes were glued to the turf of skin left uncovered, his muscles tensing as he shifted his weight from side to side. if you were paying attention you would’ve noticed the regret in his eyes, the apology on his lips, but you didn’t care about that.

all you wanted was to devour him.

you decided that wasn’t appropriate and you needed to distance yourself from him before you pounced on your unsuspecting boyfriend.

you made your way to the living room slowly, your boyfriend trailing behind you.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t go into your things! i folded them last night so i just took them from the pile,” he explained quickly, trying his best to voice how careful he was with your privacy.

here he was, considerate and wonderful, and you were thinking about covering his thighs with marks.

you took in a deep breath.

you sat yourself on the couch, felix quickly following, eyes wide and curious and trying to understand your reaction.

“felix, it’s okay,” you let out, voice strangled.

he moved closer to you, angling his knees to get closer, showing off his uncovered thighs. so innocent.

“if it was okay why are you calling me felix?” his eyebrows jumped wide, eyes sparkling. so so innocent.

you shook your head, trying to rid yourself of all the not innocent thoughts in your mind. your fingers were practically shaking as you tried holding them back from groping his thighs. forcing them open.

“it is okay, lix,” you forced a smile onto your face, “i don’t mind you borrowing my clothes.”

“i didn’t ask,” he apologises.

“don’t worry, your stylist needed references. it’s cool.” and it would’ve been cool if your voice didn’t break at the very last syllable.

felix huffed, unsatisfied, and hooked a finger under your chin—forcing you to look in his eyes. his big, sparkling, wonderful eyes.

you can’t bring yourself to study his irises, instead focused on the heart shaped freckle right by his lower lash line.

“mhmm,” he hums in annoyance, “look at me.”

and then he pouts. all you can do is whine, trying your best to push back everything you are dying to do to him.

it must show on your face, the concentration it’s taking from you, because felix moves closer, his hand cupping your cheek as he rubs soothing circles into your warm skin.

“what’s wrong, moonshine?” his voice is so soft, soft enough to break through your resolve.

“you’re beautiful,” you sigh back, eyes falling to his thighs.

felix laughed in return, his deep laugh vibrating loudly.

“is that bad?” he chuckled.

“you have no idea what i wanna do to you right now,” you whispered, solemnly letting your finger reach for his thigh. his skin is so soft, softer than the rest or him is, but the thought only makes you want to test that hypothesis further. rub your hands all over his skin, compare his softness to his edges, to his scars and his freckles.

you swallow.

“i don’t,” he grins at you when your eyes shoot up to meet his, “how will i know?”

he hums, bringing a hand up to his chin as if he asked you the most wondrous question—one only you hold the answer to.

“lix,” you grumble, rolling your eyes at his antics.

“yeah?” his eyebrows jump up again, inticing you all over again. his face doesn’t scream of innocence anymore, but a second wave is moving through his eyes. playfulness.

“what did she say about the outfit?” you deflect instead.

“what do you think about it?”

“yongbok,” you chuckled, “answer my question.”

“fine,” he smiled, “let me go change first.”

your fingers circle around his wrist, holding him in place before he can move away from the couch. he looks back at you questioningly.

“yes?” he draws out the syllables, letting his eyes scan over you curiously.

“you don’t need to change,” you mumble, tugging at his wrist.

felix follows dutifully, falling back onto the couch with his legs tucked beneath him. his knees propped against your lap, the socks rolling down ever so slightly from the movement.

“how come?” he cocks his head to the side, his blonde bangs fanning over his forehead lightly. you want to kiss whoever gave him that perm, the curls suited him so well and framed his forehead perfectly.

“you know i hate you?” you groan at him, knowing exactly what he was doing.

he might’ve been naive at first, but as soon as he realised what your silence was actually about he leaned into it even more—acting as if he has no idea what got you so bothered.

you wished he’d just initiate something instead of making you do it.

with his outfit like that, with his hair all messy, with his face bare, he looks so pure. too pure for you to be thinking of him so lustfully.

“if you hate me so much i can just go get changed?”

you groan dramatically, letting your head fall on his shoulder. felix laughs again, this time letting the vibrations move through you as he brings a hand to the back of your hair.

he rubs your head a few times, and once his laughter dies down the silence takes over the room instead. it’s thick around you, growing stronger when felix brings your head up to face him.

he brushes your lips together, smiling softly at you as he pulls away.

that won’t do.

you cupped his face, hands going to his skin in an instant, not letting him get too far away from you. you’re pulling him in, lips against his, a small squeak leaving him at your actions.

it only takes a moment for felix to relax against the kiss, melting into it as his tongue reaches out to caress yours.

your hands trail all the way from his face and down his body, skipping towards his knees.

your fingers dig into the roughness of the socks, rubbing against them before you trail up—and the softness of his skin stands in such big contrast that you sigh into his mouth.

“lover—“ he starts, but you swallow his words down as you kiss him deeper.

you massage the skin of his thighs, groping and soothing and trailing all over the expanse of his skin.

finally, the blood stops rushing to your brain and you need to pull away—your head feeling light and foggy and lacking in oxygen.

“have you, like, never seen my thighs before?” he chuckled at you, breathless just the same.

“sorry, uhm,” you feel yourself blush, unable to look at him now. you didn’t realise just how much you were digging into his skin until you notice the light redness where your hands once were. “sorry.”

“anyway,” he sighs, shaking his head lightly, “are you hungry?”

you grab his face again.

this time it takes felix completely off guard, and your weight causes him to fall backwards on the couch. which is perfect, as you find purchase in between his knees, spreading them lightly as your hands once again rub up and down—reaching the top of his (your) socks and travelling back up until you reach the hem of his shorts.

felix grabs at your shoulders pulling you closer to him, kissing you deeply as he savours your touch.

he wasn’t expecting this to be the outcome of your silence, but he wasn’t complaining at all. he’d let you do just about anything you wanted to him.

you spread his legs further, digging your thumb into his inner thigh as you do. he’s much more sensitive there, jumping slightly at the ticklish sensation.

you pick up on it, and run your thumb lightly around his skin, over and over and over until he’s squirming.

he tries closing his legs around you but you don’t let him, pulling away so you can push his knees apart until they’re on opposite sides of his body.

felix gaps up at you.

“don’t tickle me,” he pleads with a giggle.

you run your hands up, higher and higher, and thank god his shorts are baggy as you slip your hands inside them, clinging onto his boxers.

“how come?” you mirror him, head to the side and all.

your boyfriend laughs, his left eye scrunching slightly, shaking his head at you. “is this payback for being dumb and not knowing you were horny?”

“oh, but you knew,” you lean down, hovering above his face. “you knew and you acted all innocent.”

“just for a little bit,” he says weakly.

“and you look all innocent in this outfit, which is driving me fucking crazy,” you finally voice your thoughts.

“but, i,” he looks around himself confused, “i didn’t do anything.”

“that makes it worse,” you groan, fingers inching up towards his crotch as much as the denim allows you to.

“okay,” he concedes, “make me pay for it?”

he grins up at you, eyes playful and smile wide. his cheeks scrunch up around his lips and you want to yell at him for being so adorable while implying what he is.

you huff.

you release your hands from his shorts, instantly rolling up the ends of his black shirt.

“off?” you ask quietly.

“yes, yes, definitely,” he nods quickly, scrambling to tear the shirt off and throw it far far away.

your hands cup his waist, running up and down his torso as you take in the sight of him. you can’t decide if this part of him is softer, so you explore further, up his ribs and across his chest. he sighs lightly when your fingers brush his nipples.

you lean down, kissing across his chest where the freckles are less frequent but still present. you pick them as your starting points, kissing from one to the other until you reach his belly button.

felix doesn’t interfere at all, closing his eyes as he basks in the attention you give him, and once your lips reach the little trail signalling you towards where he wants you to go, he buries his hand in your hair.

you skip down, much to his displeasure, and push his knee up towards his chest.

the back of his thigh is right there, exposed more now that his shorts have climbed up from the movement.

you attach your lips to his skin, giggling as felix does. he really is ticklish.

you kiss more and more, until you’re sure you kissed every part of his thigh.

you kiss up the hem of his shorts. higher and higher.

you kiss where a very visible tent has now formed.

you glance up at felix, all red cheeked and panting, and his hands reach for the button on his shorts.

you stop him.

“y/n,” he whines.

“leave them on,” you say, voice hoarse.

“but i’m so—“

“—please?”

felix nodded, animatedly, and teared his hands away.

you smiled.

you reached for them, lacing your fingers together as you place them on his thighs.

you dive down between your interlocked hands, mouthing at his hard on through the shorts.

felix gives your hands a tight squeeze, lifting his hips up to feel more of your mouth on him.

“i’ll leave the boxers on, gorgeous, please just let me—“

“—shhh,” you soothe, kissing his lower stomach. his skin is so much warmer than it was when you started.

you tear one of your hands away from his grip, palming at his cock as slowly as you can. you manage to grip him through the material, although that isn’t enough—if the impatient whine felix lets out is anything to go by.

felix starts thrusting up into your hold, his other hand in yours and using you for leverage, desperate moans leaving him.

you let your eyes scan him, from the socks to his shorts to his beautiful bare torso, all the way to his face. his lips are parted, red and swollen, and his eyes hooded. they’re still sparkling though.

you can’t stop yourself from kissing him, him answering in such beautiful desperation.

you let go of his other hand—another whine follows—to steady yourself against him, fingers digging into his stomach.

you blindly follow his curves upwards, focusing on three things at once. four if you count the beautiful noises he’s letting into your mouth.

when your finger circles his nipple he gasps, tearing apart from your lips.

“you’re gonna fucking kill me,” he groans, his voice dropping to its lowest. you shudder slightly, you can’t help it when he’s so close to you. it’s almost like he can make his voice move through you.

“first i’m gonna make you cum, though,” you kiss his cheek.

and then he does.

felix groans, deep and loud and carnal, lifting his hips up into your hand.

his thighs flex and contract, demanding your attention, and you quickly latch yourself onto that sensitive part of his skin.

when you notice his stomach relaxing you look up at him, kissing his thigh softly before moving up his body.

“wait, don’t,” he says before you press against him. “it’s.. sticky.”

you laugh as he avoids your eyes, embarrassed.

“yeah, lix, that was the point.”

“you ruined my shorts,” he pouts, pulling you into the space between him and the couch pillows. you rest your hand on his chest.

“sunshine, you did that yourself,” you grinned.

“fine, i guess i deserve that for taking your stuff.”

you laughed, resting your head on his shoulder. felix brings a hand into your hair, brushing a few strays away from his face.

“you’re beautiful, lixie,” you say softly, smiling before kissing his cheeks.

felix smiles widely in response, pulling you closer.

“where did you buy the socks, by the way? i think it’ll be beneficial to invest in a pair of my own.”

you roll your eyes at him, laughing when you catch his wide grin.

“so…” you start, trailing your finger between all the freckles you kissed, “when you do that photoshoot, can i come?”

“absolutely not!” he gasps, “so you can ruin shorts that aren’t even mine?”

“you ruined them!” you retort.

“you did!”

“felix,” you scoff.

you pull down your pants, kicking them off your legs. the cool air instantly sticks to your very damp underwear, and you waste no time repositioning yourself so his thigh is lodged between your legs, “here’s how i would’ve ruined them.”

#all.works #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz x y/n #skz x yn #skz smut #stray kids fics #felix x you #felix x reader #lee felix x y/n #felix x y/n #lee felix x reader #lee felix x you #lee felix smut

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zombieunicorngamerzu · 5 months

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(Yandere Yellowjackets/Reader)

[Warnings - yandere behavior, Van, Lottie, and Natalie have girlcocks, CNC, penetration, anal, oral, fingering, orgy, creampies, smut]

Ever since the crash, you felt like things changed between you and the team. It was like a switch was flipped and the other girls just went full on Mama bear mode, and not just the Overprotectiveness, but the Clinginess, it got bad. You were the youngest on the Yellowjackets College Soccer Team, only eighteen while the others were either nineteen or twenty with The oldest being Lottie, Natalie, and Taissa, the three of them were twenty.

You knew you were young, you thought Mabye that’s why the team was so overprotective over you, but it got to the point where they babied you. Way too much. Lottie was the most overbearing, well besides Misty, Misty was another level. Both Misty and Lottie insisted on doing everything with you, to bathing you, feeding you, going with you to use the restroom, all you wanted was a ounce of private time, but when you finally got away from one girl, there another was. You felt like they were suffocating you.

“Look, guys I just need to be left alone, please.” You pleaded with Van, Lottie, Taissa, Natalie, Shauna, and Misty, all of them sitting in their spots looking at you so hurt. Lottie stood up first, speaking softly, “Look, baby, we know you want to do things on your own, but we have to keep you safe.” You just shook your head, “No! You won’t even let me go outside alone, your driving me crazy.” Your words really stung everyone, all they tried to do was protect and love you, but all they felt was rejection. Lottie just stepped closer, her arms outstretched, “Baby… just- just let us show you how much we care about you…”

You just shook your head with a hateful glare, you couldn’t stay cooped up in the cabin being babied any longer. You were an adult, so you did what you wanted, you stormed out the door. You didn’t get far at all, Van immediately rushing after you and picking you up by your waist as you flailed, she just grunted and brought you back inside, “Yup, sorry babygirl, but no.” You we’re throwing a fit by the time Van placed you back in front of Lottie who stood with her arms crossed and a scary stern look across her face, “Better after your little fit, baby?”

You just glared and did the only thing you thought, you spit on her. It shocked everyone. You regretted it immediately as soon as you saw Lotties eyes darken and her jaw clench, the others looking scared for you as Lottie shot forward, grabbing you by your neck and forcing you into submission in front of her, her face looming over yours as she spoke in a growl, “I have been nothing but kind and loving and supportive ever since we crashed, I’ve been here for you, taken care of you, and you spit it my face?!”

You couldn’t stop but whimper in fear and regret now, “Lottie I’m sorry-“ She cut you off with a shake or her head, “No, your gonna be a good girl now, you fucking understand?” She growled out as she kicked the back of your knees, forcing you to kneel as she pulled your chin up, “Your gonna take everything we fucking give you without a fucking fight and your gonna fix this goddamn bratty attitude or I swear to god… “ she knelt down to your level, “I will fuck you for days until your a sobbing begging mess for the “nice me” back.”

You just nodded with a whimper, your breathes quick, you’d never seen Lottie so pissed before, it scared you shitless, so you just nodded, watching as she undid her pants, pulling out her cock which was already hard for you while the others watched. “Open your mouth.” She ordered a little softer, cupping your chin while you nodded and parted your lips for her to nudge her cock inside, feeling her length immediately slid to the back of your throat as she moaned, “There’s the good girl I want…” Lottie sighed out as she threaded her fingers in your hair to soothe you while pumping her cock inside your mouth, drool spilling down your chin as you took her down your throat. It didn’t take Lottie long before she was cumming down your throat, her grip on your hair tight before she pulled you off her cock.

She stepped back to let you catch your breath while she undressed, speaking out to everyone, “Everyone strip, we’re gonna show our babygirl why she needs us… and what she gets when she decides to be such a fucking brat.” There was immediate movement as soon as she spoke, everyone listening as Lottie knelt down and helped you undress, kissing your head to calm you as she spoke, “Shh baby, I promise we won’t hurt you,” she caresses your cheek, “We’re just gonna take care of you like we should have a long time ago.”

You just swallowed out of anxiety as you looked over at the others, Taissa already jerking Van off as they kissed, occupied with one another while Shauna was sitting with Nat, the two of them watching you like hawks and Misty who looked elated to just look at you, her hand already in her pants, biting her lip with a blush. Lottie just smirked at Misty, nodding her over which she gladly did, coming over and immediately straddling you, kissing you quick and fiery, making you Yelp at how rushed she was.

Misty was quick, passionate, she was so excited just to touch you as she ground down on your thigh, she was wet and she just wanted to touch you, “Fuck, oh my god, your so pretty, don’t worry, I’ll be gentle… I’ll get you ready for the others.” She smiled before pushing you to lay down, kneeling down between your thighs quickly, spreading your thighs open to bury her face between your thighs, she moaned, getting her first taste of you and she was lost, eating you out like she was starving before her fingers were pushing inside you to find your gspot, she sucked on your clit roughly while curling her finger against your gspot quickly, Misty was surprisingly just a fiery bundle of excitement and pleasured, she focused on you until you came and you swore Misty came in her panties just from getting to make you cum.

You were almost sad when she pulled away but you didn’t get much time to be sad before you were roughly manhandled by Natalie, feeling her hands rolling you onto your tummy and her breasts on your back as she husked in your ear, “Don’t worry baby, I’m gonna fuck you so good your gonna scream.” She just chuckled with a smirk before shoving her cock inside you, making you scream out, you were wet, but she just shoved it in, being rough to the point Lottie voiced out, “Gentle… Natalie, don’t break her.” Nat just chuckled as she dug her nails into your hips, jackhammering her hips into your ass harder, pinning you down, “What if I wanna break her?” Lottie glared at her immediately from her spot which made Natalie roll her eyes, but she did slow down, you were whining and crying already from how sensitive you felt.

Natalie just smiled and slapped your ass, making you squeal and clench around her cock, causing her to groan, her voice husky, “That’s a good fucking girl, taking my cock like this…” she just grunted before reaching down to rub your clit, quickening her thrust as she moaned out, “Now cum on my cock so I can fill you up.” Her words made your eyes widen, groaning out louder at how rough she was fucking you, you could feel her cock slamming deeper inside you, her fingers rubbing your clit rougher which made you build up your orgasm quickly, screaming out as you came around her cock which made her cry out as she slammed into you, spurting hot heavy loads of cum inside you with a groan before slapping your ass and pulling out, leaving you trembling as she ruffled your hair and walked off.

“Christ Nat, how about manners? Some fucking decency?” Taissa spoke out, practically appalled with Natalie just leaving you trembling on the cold floor, you felt Taissa’s hands as she helped you up, pulling you to her chest as she kissed your head, “Van, get some pillows and blankets.” Was all you heard before feeling yourself being laid on a much more comfortable surface, Taissas hands rubbing your tummy and thighs gently while Van just crawled over with a kiss to your knee, “Hey babygirl.” Van smiled as she sat next to you, Taissa putting a pillow under your head as she nodded at Van who settled between your thighs, “Go slow, Van.”

Van just nodded at Taissa’s order, moaning softly as she pressed the head of her cock slowly inside you while rubbing your thighs to help you relax. Both Taissa and Van just seemed more focused on your comfort, they weren’t rushed or rough, they were patient and gentle, focusing on you as Van slowly worked her cock into you, making you moan softly, your eyes fluttering at the feeling, her slow movements felt so much better and Van smiled with pride at the pleasured softer moans you let out, leaning down to kiss your nose as she slowly sped up, making you let out the cutest whine, causing Taissa to shiver, biting her lip as she touched herself and used her free hand to keep your hair out of your eyes. It was a slower buildup to your orgasms, the three of you, but when Van finally got to the point of speeding up her thrusts, breathes shaky as she held your thighs to your chest, sinking her cock in deep as she held your thighs, groaning out loudly, she came inside you, her cock twitching as she made sure to pump in deep so you took every drop.

“God, she’s so perfect.” Van husked out breathlessly as she slowly pulled out, being careful not to hurt you before she leaned down to give you a tender kiss, “Your doing so good baby… so good.” She praised you and it made your heart sing, you really didn’t want Van and Taissa to be done, but they got up, making you whimper before Shauna made her way over, shushing you, “Shh baby, I promise I’m not that scary.” She just gave you a reassuring smile, leaning down to kiss down your stomach before settling between your thighs which made you squirm, you felt too sensitive, it felt like torture when she flicked her tongue over your clit, making her giggle as your hips bucked, “Thats it baby, take what I give you.” She just smiled before attaching her lips to your clit. Gods… Shauna must have known you we’re spent from everyone else, so she just cleaned you up with her tongue mostly, her hands gently rubbing your shaking thighs as she slurped at your pussy, working you to another exhausting but enjoyable orgasm as you came on her tongue.

Shauna carefully let you go after feeling you cum, tasting you was enough for her right now, sitting back to get up and watch as Lottie made her way back over again, you hoped she was the last one. Lottie must have seen how exhausted you were because she just crawled over you, kissing you sweetly with a soft shush, “Shh baby, I know… you did so well, just have to take me now baby, then your done.” She husked out before grabbing your thighs, her hands on the backs of your knees as she pushed them up to your chest, angling her cock at your entrance before pushing in with a deep moan, making your thighs tremble as you moaned brokenly, your poor little hole felt used and sensitive, aching around her cock as she started to thrust.

“Good girl baby, god you look so pretty…” Lottie moaned out as she kissed you harder, groaning and panting against your lips before she pulled out quickly, pining your legs higher before jerking her cock off at your tighter hole below, making you wriggle, “L-Lottie, no please- wait-“ Lottie cut you off by pressing the head of her cock into your tight ass, making you scream out as you felt the stretch, gasping so loud as you felt her thick cock pop into your ass, filling you up so much as she slowly started pumping inside you with such eager moans and growls, “Fuck… yes… this fucking ass- yes baby! Oh god- I’m gonna cum!” Lottie whimpered out as she shoved in deeper, her cock twitching as she groaned out, her voice cracking as her eyes squeezed closed, letting out a cry as she shot her load into your tight little hole, moaning sinfully as she felt your tightness around her cock.

You groaned at the feeling, you felt so full and used at this point, whimpering as Lottie slowly pulled out, her tip popping out of your ass as she let your thighs go, letting you relax as you felt her cum dribble out of your ass. Immediately after Lottie helped sit you up, speaking softly to you, “Baby… your ours now, okay? We love you so much babygirl…” All you could do was nod with a soft whimper as Lottie kissed your forehead before everyone was fussing over you yet again, fighting over who would get to help you bathe next.

#yellowjackets season 2 #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets showtime #lottie mathews #van palmer #taissa yellowjackets #taissa x van #taissa turner #shauna shipman #misty quigley x reader #misty quigley #lottie x reader #lottie mathews x reader #lottie matthews smut #lottie matthews x reader #yellowjackets smut #lottie yellowjackets #yellowjackets

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dsybouquet · 5 months

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all i need ੈ✩‧₊˚ - ellie williams

genre: gf! ellie x fem reader, ellie being mean, verbal fighting ? fluffy, ellie being very vulnerable, mentions weed, swearing

summary: ellie is mad and does not want to talk

“Get the fuck out of my sight!”, Ellie yelled before slam shutting the door to Joels house. She walked off, more angry than you‘ve ever seen her. You just shared a sigh with Joel, who reopened the door again.

“I’ll talk to her.”, you promised before you placed a hand on his shoulder. “Give her some time.”

Joel nodded and put his hand on yours. “Maybe she’ll listen to you.”

The cold winter air was making you shiver as you made your way towards Ellie’s home. Hands shaking before you knocked on the door. You knew why she was mad at Joel and you’d be wrong if you’d say you do not understand her.

“Ellie?”, you softy called as you knocked on her door. She did not reply but you did hear the door unlock. Slowly, you entered, allowing cold air follow you in her little home. “What’s wrong? Talk to me.”

The brunette didn’t say a word, she just scoffed and threw her jacket across the room. “I don’t want to talk.”

“Ellie, please. What is going on?”, you asked, already suspecting the main reason of her anger.

“Nothing, _______! Nothing is going on!”, she yelled. Her voice was so firm yet so fragile, like she was about to break. You took a deep breath, taking a step forward in order to approach her.

“You know, I can only help you if you let me.”

You leaned against the wall and looked at her sitting on her bed, her hands holding her head and her fingers messaging the sides of it.

“Look, I don’t need help. Not yours, not Dinas and most certainly not Joels. Got it?”

You nodded slightly. “And I don’t want to talk. Just do me a favour and get out.”

She looked at you, her emerald eyes slightly watery. “Ellie, I-“

“I said get out ! Fuck off, ______!”

She bit her finger while getting up from her bed, walking around, trying to contain her anger. “Please just fucking leave before things happen we both would regret.”

You sighed. “If you need me, I suppose you know where to find me”

Ellie flipped her hands in the air, noticeably holding back from saying things she’s gonna regret, before she shoved you towards the door. “I won’t!”

And before you could say anything else, the door was slam shut in your face.

You made your way to your own little home. Dropping on your bed, you stared at the ceiling. Ellie can be a lot when she’s angry, and you know. And you know better than getting on her nerves by being pushy about what’s going on.

If she need’s the time, that is fine. After all, you have plenty of it between the patrols and the duties around Jackson.

“______! Are you home?”, you heard Dina in front of your door, knocking ever so slightly. “Come in!”

Dina entered your home, placing her jacket in your couch. “You okay? I heard Ellie was pretty mad before.”

You sighed, letting yourself sit on your bed to face the woman. “It’s because of Joel. I was trying to talk to her but she didn’t let me.”

Dina sat down besides you, smiling kindly. “You know her temper, let her cool down and then you can talk to her.”

“Oh I know. I’m not mad or anything. I just can’t stop being worried.” You fell back on your bag, hands behind your head. “But yeah, she has a bad temper.”, you laughed, remembering all the times when Ellie was the biggest asshole towards you, who apologised an hour later.

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Darkness has fallen upon Jackson by now. You put your book, which you’ve read for three times already, back on your nightstand and pushed yourself off your bed.

Snow kept falling, causing the night to appear lighter than usual. Your, by now tired, body moved to your shelf with old movies you used to look out for with Ellie on patrols. “Maybe that’s gonna make her feel better.”, you quietly mumbled to yourself while taking your copy of Jurassic Park.

Prepared for the cold, though the way to Ellie‘s was approximately five minutes long, you left the warmth of your home.

Jackson was quiet. Most people asleep, others still engaged in conversations. You enjoyed this. The quiet. The peacefulness. In this world, you felt lucky to experience this in between fighting for survival.

Lost in your own mind, you almost walked past Ellie’s home. Quickly you walked to her door, knocking quietly. „Ellie?“

No sound from inside.

You tried opening the door and to your surprise, it was unlocked.

Inside it was dark and the smell of smoked weed reached your nose immediately. It was almost too dark to see the figure of your girlfriend in her bed, covered in her blankets. You sighed. „Hey baby.“, you quietly said, sitting down besides her.

„Hm.“, was all she gave as an answer.

Slowly your hand found a way in her hair, stroking it slightly. „How are you doing?“

Again, no reply.

„Do you need a hug? Anything I can do for you now?“

Ellie now turned around to look at you. Her face was illuminated by only the street lights from outside. Eyes puffy and red, from crying and smoking. You took off your jacket, allowing it to fall on the ground.

„Come.“

You lay down besides her, crawling under the covers. Ellie was quick with resting her head on your chest, taking in your scent. „I‘m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to yell at you.“

Her hands clawed into your hoodie, scared of you leaving. „It‘s okay.“, you tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

Silence overcome the two of you, a comfortable silence. „Why didn’t you just tell me you needed a hug?“, you dared to ask.

„Because I wanted to be alone but when I made you leave I was way too alone and you didn’t come back.“, her voice was fragile, almost just a whisper. „I was scared you‘d leave me.“

„El, You know I‘m not going anywhere.“

She shrugged and didn’t add anything to it.

You rarely see her like this. Usually Ellie is dominant, taking a leader role, not allowing emotions to control her like this.

But you know better. You know she can be so fragile, vulnerable. After all, shes someone so deeply hurt inside, she could break so easily if it wasn’t for her ego - and for you.

You kissed the top of her head before she buried her head in your neck, placing featherlight kisses on your skin.

„I‘m sorry. You don’t deserve this. But Joel was just pissing me off. His never ending lies, the overprotectiveness, the control he‘s try‘na take.. I‘m old enough you know.“

„He’s just worried about you. After all, he sees you as his own flesh and blood. Everything can happen in a world like ours, Ellie.“

She sighed, shifting her body and looked at your. Her long fingers traveled along your sides, leaving goosebumps on your skin.

„I know, but I‘m not a kid anymore.“

„You‘re most certainly now. You‘ve grown into the woman I learned to love. But for Joel.. you‘re still a little girl.“

Ellie scoffed, her hand resting on your waist where she pulled up your hoodie slightly. „I know you‘re right. Maybe I should talk to him. Try to forgive but never forget perhaps.“

Her voice was quiet.

You nodded, knowing how rough the whole Saint Mary Hospital story was. He shouldn’t have lied to her. He should have been honest and tell her the truth right away before leading her on a trail of lies and heartbreak. But if you were in Joels shoes, you would‘ve done the same. So would Ellie.

„You should, El.“

She sighed, curling up more against you. The warmth of her body made her feel safe. Safer than she ever felt before.

„Can we switch the topic, Babe? I don‘t want to talk about this anymore.“

You nodded and slightly pushed her off you to reach your jacket.

Her face turned to the one of a puppy who has been rejected off the couch before she saw the movie box in your hand.

The sad eyes suddenly started to shine a teeny tiny bit when she read Jurassic Park.

„And that’s why I love you.“, she said, taking the movie off your hands and walking over to her TV to put it in.

„I love you too.“, you laughed, turning on the little fairylights she has around her house.

Your eyes landed on the halfway smoked blunt in the ashtray. Quickly, you picked it up and put it between your lips. „Weed and Jurassic Park?“

„Sounds like a date to me!“, Ellie smiled, opening her arms for you to fall in.

„Thank you.“, she said after a moment of silence. „For what?“, you looked up to her and shifted in your position.

Her eyes met yours, still red from the weed your two just started sharing, but filled with love.

„For simply being there. For being all I need.“

You smiled and punched against her shoulder lightly. „Stop that, Ellie or I‘ll blush.“

„But it’s true!“, she kissed your neck before holding your cheek with one hand.

„You are all I need.“

And with that, she placed a kiss on your lips, before giving you the prettiest smile you‘ve ever seen. „You‘re so beautiful.“, you just said, not comprehending the beauty of her. The auburnish hair, green eyes, her lips, her nose, her freckles. Everything was so beautiful to you.

„So are you.“, she whispered against your lips before kissing you again.

#ellie williams #ellie the last of us #tlou ellie #ellie tlou #ellie williams tlou #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie x y/n #ellie williams x reader #tlou2 #ellie williams fluff #ellie fluff

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romeisacrier · 7 months

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had the best fucking dream last night

Was watching a movie with the girl i’m talking to and a few min into the movie she started trailing her hand up my thigh and kind of teasing me through my panties n rubbing my clit through them.,, then finally she puts her hand inside my panties n i think she’s gonna finger me but she doesn’t. she just keeps teasing me… rubbing slow circles around the outside of my hole… gently flicking my clit back and forth without actually rubbing it… she just teasing…and teasing…. It’s absolute torture and i absolutely love it. I’m squirming and needy and whining but she just keep teasing. She starts to make fun of me for how needy i’m getting “Aww someone’s getting all riled up” i whine in response. She kisses me gently “Do you need something honey?” “Need you to fuck me..please” “mmm no, i think i’m enjoying just watching how red you get from this..” she giggles in my face. She laughing at me. Laughing at how needy i am, how much i squirm. Laughing at how i’m “Absolutely dripping” when she hasn��t even touched me properly yet..

After a genuine hour of teasing, “Mommy…i’m close” i whimper out, embarrassed. “You’re close? all i’ve done is tease you babygirl.. are you really gonna cum from that? you’re such a whore.” It’s humiliating, feeling my cunt twitch and pulse and drip just from a few light touches to my clit. Suddenly, She dips her fingers into me as far as they can reach, then pulls them back out quickly and goes back to her feathery touches. She watches me closely, laughing at me again as I gasp and whimper and my legs start to shake. “Don’t cum.” She tells me. “But i’m so close..” i whimper, “Don’t. Cum. Mommy will say when you get to cum. don’t you wanna be good?” “yes! yes i’m good… wanna be a good girl” “Then you’ll wait until you have permission to cum, understand?” I nod in agreement, focusing as hard as i can on holding off my orgasm, but she started to rub my clit ever so slightly harder and i can’t hold back anymore. The movie we were watching is nearly over, it’s been two hours of teasing, of building, i can’t take it anymore. “I’m sorry mommy.. so sorry..” I whimper out as my orgasm shakes through me, my hole clenching around nothing inside it and my clit pulsing against her light touches. She takes her hand away, leaving me shaking as she removes her pants and lets her throbbing girlcock spring free. “You’re gonna regret that baby” She growls at me, lining up with my sensitive hole...

then i woke up ☹️☹️☹️

#have i mentioned i like being teased #wet dream #org@sm denial #mommy k!nk #t4t nsft #subposting #sub posting #please #t4t ns/fw #denial #domposting

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scribblesofagoonerr · 14 days

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The journey to recovery begins now.

Heres the next part! ✌🏼

Let me know what you think? I have a lot of time on my hands currently unable to move much, so this is the result!

Credit to @alotofpockets for giving me the courage to continue to write!

Pairings: beth mead x teen reader, vivianne miedema x teen reader, arsenal wfc x teen reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

You never truly appreciated how much you took your knees for granted until it was too late, leaving you to confront the stark reality of their absence during the grueling weeks that followed after your surgery.

The initial stages of your rehabilitation post-surgery, each day felt like an uphill battle against the constraints of limited mobility. Every single step was a painful reminder of your body’s fragility, which left you teetering on the edge of frustration.

The simple tasks you once took for granted now felt like insurmountable challenges, even the thought of walking a few steps sent a wave of discomfort radiating through your knee, serving as a constant reminder of your newfound vulnerability.

Reflecting on the moment that led to this predicament, you can’t help but regret it as your knee injury could have been avoided. Perhaps if you had chosen a different path that fateful night, the outcome would have been drastically different.

“Where are you off to?” Viv’s concerned voice broke through your thoughts, she had virtually been watching over you like a hawk since your return from the hospital.

“I’m just going to the toilet” You muttered, struggling to get up from the sofa but you were just too stubborn to ask for any sort of help.

Vulnerability was something you’d never dealt well with, it was a trait that was deemed unacceptable in your previous harsh upbringing. Weakness was a luxury that you couldn’t afford, it was a lesson that had been ingrained in you from childhood.

You could practically hear the stern cold voice of your biological father as if he were standing directly behind you, whispering into your ear.

“Do you need a hand?” Beth’s offer was laced with genuine concern, finding it difficult to watch you struggle unwillingly.

“No” You snapped, the frustration bubbling to the surface; You hadn’t meant to be so horrible, it was just sometimes easier to revert back to a defensive coping mechanism that you had been conditioned to over the years as you grew up.

“Just know I’m here if you need me” Beth’s reassurance hung in the air, a lifeline amidst the uncertainty.

“Just shout for us if you need anything, okay?” Viv chipped in, reminding you as she watched you limp off in the direction of the bathroom, although there was a weight of worry lingering incase you somehow hurt yourself in there.

Beth noted her girlfriends’ vigilant gaze and softened her expression, “She’ll be alright, Viv. She’s only gone to the loo, remember?” she joked, amusedly.

“I know, I am just worried in case she aggravates her knee or something” Viv admitted her concern, anxiously biting her bottom lip, “She really needs to be cautious” she added.

“It’s okay to be worried, but we have to let her do things for herself” Beth replied, offering comfort to alleviate her girlfriend's anxiety about you, “If needs help then she’ll shout, remember?” she reminded her.

Viv folded her arms, still visibly worried for you as she tried to listen out in case there’s a sudden slip in the bathroom, “I just can’t help but feel anxious, Beth. What if she hurts herself in there?” she repeats her worries.

“I understand, liefje” Beth placed a comforting hand on Viv’s shoulder, “But we have to let her have some independence too. We can’t smother her with our concerns” she explained to the Dutch woman.

“You’re right, I just need to remind myself of that– I just hate that she is going through this. It’s not fair” Viv mumbled, shaking her head.

Beth gently took a hold of Viv’s hand and squeezed it, “It really isn’t fair, but we’re going to do all that we can to support her, every step of the way, no matter what” she declared.

Deep down, you knew your injury wasn’t anyone’s fault, yet your reflex was to just continuously push your loved ones away once more.

Despite your attempts, it seemed futile, especially with surprise visits becoming a regular occurance.

Apparently, today was no exception.

Unable to start your rehab anytime soon, you found yourself wrapped up in self-pity on your bed, cocooned in blankets and lost in a Netflix TV show that you had zero interest in but since your remote has gone AWOL, it left you with no choice but watch it, but at least Myle was there for company.

“Y/N/N/! We’re here!” Kyra’s unmistakable voice cut through the air, announcing her arrival.

“Kyra, she might be asleep” Alessia’s voice followed through, a touch of caution in her tone.

“Well, she might not be” Kyra retorted, barging into your room with her usual typical energy to find you awake, “See, Less? Told you that she wouldn’t be asleep!” she grinned back at the blonde.

“Wouldn’t have much chance with the way you’re shouting” You mumbled, acknowledging both of their presence.

Alessia offered an apologetic smile, “Hey, Y/N/N. We just wanted to come and see how you’re doing” she explained.

“Oh, you know? I’m fantastic” You words are laced with sarcasm.

“Well, we brought snacks” The blonde attempted to lift your dampened mood, gesturing to the bag of the treats that they had brought you.

“Wonderful” You barely entertain the idea of the sugary treats as you keep your gaze fixed on the ceiling, disinterested.

“I can tell she’s definitely excited about that” Kyra mocked your enthusiasm, taking hold of the bag from Alessia’s hands.

Alessia shot Kyra a warning look before turning back to you, concern etched on her face, “Hey, Y/N/N, are you okay? Truthfully?” she questioned.

“Just fuckin’ peachy” You sighed dramatically, still refusing to meet their gazes, dismissing them with a wave, “How’d you guys get in, anyway?” you asked, changing the subject.

“Beth let us in before she left” Kyra explained, perching on the end of the bed.

“Oh” You mumbled in agreement.

“Someone’s feeling grumpy today” Kyra teased, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she started to delve through the bag and pull out a packet of sweets.

You snatched the packet away, tearing it open with unnecessary force, “Wouldn’t you be if you couldn’t walk with out assistance?” The frustration was evident in your tone of voice.

Kyra raised her hands in mock surrender although the mischief still sparkled in her eyes, “Noted. I’ll steer clear of touchy subjects” she quipped, exchanging a glance with Alessia.

Undeterred, Alessia took a seat beside you, mindful of your injury, “I get it that you’re frustrated, Y/N/N” she said softly, attempting to connect with you.

You rolled your eyes with the irritation simmering, “Well, excuse me for not being in the mood for a pep talk” you remark, your tone sharp.

“Come on, lighten up, mate” Kyra interjected, reclining against the bed’s end with a playful grin.

Ignoring her, you continued to sulk, stuffing more sweets into your mouth with unnecessary force, not in the mood for conversation.

Alessia sighed as her concern deepend, “I just… I thought maybe you could use someone to talk to. We know what you’re going through is difficult right now” she ventured cautiously.

“I don’t want to talk about it” You snapped, your frustration boiling over, “I just want to talk, that’s all I want. I want to be able to get out of this damn bed and feel normal again!”

“Well if you’re looking for a miracle, I think you’re in the wrong place” Kyra couldn’t resist a quip to wind you up.

“Kyra” Alessia’s reprimand was gentle but firm, signaling an end to the teasing.

A tense silence settled over your room, broken only by the sound of your frustrated sighs and the crinkle of the sweet packet that Kyra continued to help herself too.

“Listen, Y/N/N, we’re here for you, okay?” Alessia told you with a gentle voice, “Whatever you need, whether it's someone to talk to or just in silence together, we’re here” she stated, determinedly.

You met her gaze, your eyes reflecting a mix of frustration and gratitude, even if you were sometimes way too stubborn to admit it, “Thanks, Alessia” you muttered, the harshness of your voice starting to dull as you realised that it wasn’t any good to take your anger out on your team mates, who only wanted to help you.

Sensing the shift in atmosphere, Kyra leaned forward as her playful demeanour was replaced with genuine concern, “Seriously mate” she said, her voice uncharacteristically serious, “We hate seeing you like this. Is there anything we can do to help?” she asked.

You hesitated to answer, you were torn between your desire for independence and the comfort of having your friends by your side, “I don’t know” you admitted finally, your voice wavering slightly, “I just… I just hate feeling so helpless, you know?”

Alessia reached out, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder as she gently pulled you into her embrace, “It’s okay to feel that way” she said softly, “But you’re not alone in this. We’ll all help you get through it together” she promised you.

For a moment, the weight of your injury felt a little lighter, the burden now shared amongst your friends who refused to let you face it alone.

“Thanks, Lessi. Thanks, Kyra” You mumbled, burying your head in her chest as you allowed yourself to lean on them for their support, knowing no matter how tough the road ahead might be, you wouldn’t have to walk in alone, “Could one of you please pass me the remote? I don’t know what I’m watchin’ but it’s so boring” you muttered, complaining which made the two of them laugh.

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Married Off to a Beast?! (Or Troll)

Pairing: King George x Fem!reader Characters: Charlotte, Fem!reader, King George, Adolphus (briefly mentioned) Warnings: A memoriable scene, fluff, Charlotte doesn’t approve of running away, George is a simp, Reader and George are enamored with each other, Charlotte is a hypocrite, George regrets nothing, reader knows she can’t resist him now, reader showing skin O:O Word Count: 1,356

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You walk back and forth in front of the wall. You take a deep breath and step closer. "Charlotte help me."

"No," she shakes her head, wanting little to no part in your escape.

You spin around to look at her, your body visible for anyone to see if they walk down this path to the garden. "Your brother married me off without my consent, you will help me."

She huffs, scratching the side of her head. Out of the two of them (her and her brother), she's always had a harder time saying no to you.

"Fine."

George watches as you call for her assistance and decides to walk further down. Neither of noticed him, not until he cleared his throat. “Hello, My Lady.”

You glance over your shoulder to find a charming man standing a few feet away.

He turns to your cousin. “My Lady.”

Her eye twitches, you know it did; you didn’t have to look at her to know. “Are you in need of assistance of some kind?”

“Uh, I am quite fine, thank you.” You return to your mission. “You can go back inside and wait with all the other gawkers.”

Charlotte whispers your name. She understands your feelings about the situation but there is a better way to address someone.

"I… will. What are you doing?"

You huff, “nothing.”

“You’re doing something.”

You internally groan, not wanting to berate some man for something he had no control over. “I am not.”

“You are.”

“I am not.”

“You are.”

“I am not.”

“You are!”

You jump down from your place and spin around to face him. "If you must know, I am being shipped off into a marriage I did not give my consent to and one I had no prior knowledge of, therefore I am leaving before it can happen."

"Oh," his brows shot up in surprise.

“Yes, so I am currently trying to find the best way to climb over this damned garden wall so that I may live my life the way I choose to.”

He mutters a few things, trying to understand this new information he’s been given. “Whatever for?”

"For the love of-" She mutters, hearing the wheels turning in your head.

"I believe he may be a beast.”

"He isn't," she assures you.

"How do you know? I mean, do you know what he looks like?"

She rolls her eyes, knowing you’ve been on edge since... well, since you were informed of your future role.

“You think he is a beast?”

“Or a troll.”

“Uh, who are we discussing.”

You furrow your brows, “no one who concerns you.” You study the wall, sighing to yourself. “The King. Only because no one will speak of him. No one. So, he can only be a beast or a troll if that’s the case.”

“Understood.”

Charlotte shakes her head, lowering it so George doesn’t see the disappointment on her face.

“If I grab there,” you point to an ideal spot. “You can assist me by lifting me up.”

“One question. You do not like beasts or trolls? What he looks like matters?”

You shrug, “I do not care what he looks like. I care about my sanity… and the not knowing. That, that is what I do not like. I do not like the not knowing. Now come here and help me.” You gesture for him to come closer. “She will not help me. You grab here,” you hold your waist, “and lift me.”

“You want me to lift you over the wall so you may escape?”

“That is what I said, is it not.”

You shake your head, mumbling to yourself, “it’s as if he isn’t listening.”

“Won’t people notice you are missing?”

“Her brother will make her take my place, I’m sure.”

“What?” Charlotte nearly screeches.

“I have little care to worry about that. Now, if you please. I just need a little assistance from a more cooperative audience. Make haste.”

“I have absolutely no intention of helping you.”

You’re baffled. You step off the wall and march towards him. “Do you not see I am a lady in distress. You refuse to help me? Again, a lady in distress.”

“I refuse when that lady in distress is trying to go over a wall so that she does not have to marry someone I think you'll find rather appealing."

You furrow your brows, "and why's that?"

"Because I am... his majesty."

You take a step back, realizing the many errors you’ve made leading up to now.

“Hello,” he says your name.

"Oh, no," your cousin mutters. She takes a step closer, pulling you towards her. "Be quiet and bow."

You start to apologize. “I am deeply s…”

And then your training (from when you were a young girl) kicks in and you bow, "My King."

"No, no. Just George."

"Your majesty."

"Not your majesty, George."

"Your-"

Your cousin rolls her eyes and sneaks away (not wanting to listen to you two anymore). She’s off to find her brother. Not to mention the fact that she needs to hide from her betrothed as well… which explains why she willingly followed you.

"George."

"You-"

"George."

"Y-"

"George."

"Your-"

"I mean, yes your majesty to you, just George… For you, I will be your George, I like that," he smiles.

“I- I need you to accept my apology. You see, if I had known-”

“You would have what? Not told me you were trying to escape?”

“Yes- wait no, I mean…” You huff, “I do apologize your majesty.”

“George… Your George. The “King” situation towers over us and I was hoping as my wife, I could be just George to you. I mean, that was of course, before I found out that you do not want to be married to me.”

You furrow your brows, “I did not say that.”

“You did.”

“No.”

“Many times, in fact.”

You purse your lips in anger, knowing he’s right. “I do not know you.”

He raises his arms, “I do not know you either… other than finding out… how terrible you are at climbing a wall.”

You scoff, “you try climbing in this,” you wave to your outfit and lift the skirts of your dress, showing him your ankles. “These garments and shoes. They’re terrible, but if I don’t want to hurt myself, I must.”

His constant stare worries you.

“What?”

“I- No one told me you’d be this beautiful. Perhaps, you’re too beautiful to marry me. People will talk… given I’m a troll.”

“I believe I said beast.”

He chuckles.

Your face twists as if you’re in pain but only thinking of your future marriage. “Your majesty.”

“George.”

“George. I- I still do not know you.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Everything.”

“Ev- fine.” He gives you information to help ease you into knowing more about him and potentially help your future marriage.

“It sounds like you’re bragging.”

He chuckles, “another to know about me is that… I am- well, nervous about marrying a girl I’m only just meeting minutes before our wedding. Only, I cannot show it and climb over a wall because I am the king of Britian and Ireland and that would, cause a scandal. But I promise you, I am neither a troll, nor a beast. Just your George.”

The corners of your lips twitch.

Charlotte’s voice interrupts you two. “My brother is on his way, so we must leave now.”

“I-”

“I have one question.”

“Yes?”

“Have you decided whether you wish to marry me? Or would you prefer to go over the wall?”

You gulp.

“As much as I would love to hear your answer, I have to go because I believe there are some anxious guards who think I’ve been kidnapped.” He grabs your hand and whispers your name as he places a kiss upon it. “I hope to see you in there.”

You watch as he walks away. “Have you decided? Because there will be a scandal one way or another.”

“I-” you take a deep breath. “Come with me, you impatient brat.”

“I am not a brat.”

“You are.”

“Am not.”

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frank with reader who’s really touchy and loves to touch frank and after a bad mission he snaps at her and she knows it’s because of what happened that night not her but she still feels really bad and distances herself

A/N: hey bestie i got this ask and felt so inspired that i wrote 90% of it in my free time at work today. fastest turn around time ever??? don't get used to it lol i hope you enjoy!!

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Frank knew he had fucked up the second the words left his mouth. He watched the words hit you, watched you process the rage induced slip-up that had forced its way out of his mouth – the way you recoiled your hand from his skin and stumbled over yourself to move away from him. It made him sick. Guilt coiled in his stomach, and before he could apologize, or say anything at all, you turned and left the room, mumbling an apology under your breath.

Frank couldn’t figure out where it had gone wrong. He’d never snapped at you before tonight and was almost as shocked as you were when the words tumbled out of his mouth.

“Stop fucking touching me. I said I’m fucking fine.”

Regret gnawed at his stomach, and if he wasn’t bleeding so hard out of the wound on his arm, he would’ve followed you out of the bathroom, dropped to his knees, and begged your forgiveness. But blood was hard to get out of carpet, and he didn’t want you upset about two things tonight.

So he stitched himself up, and wondered where you were in the apartment, and hoped to God you weren’t somewhere crying. The tears, your tears, he realized, were his least favorite thing in the world, especially if he was the cause of them. He’d rip any fucker who made you cry in half, a promise he’d made good on multiple times, but he hadn’t accounted for the tears he, himself would cause. The guilt overwhelming his senses were doing the job for him anyways – the longer he waited to confront you, the more he felt like an absolute asshole.

He tested the durability of the dressing on the wound, winding his arm around until he winced. A sharp pain clanged through the left side of his body, and though it made him grimace, he sat with the pain for a moment – let it ground him so that the stress of the evening could leave him. Pain usually sharpened his senses and made him feel more at home in his body. Tonight, it only unsettled him more.

He wondered if he screwed it up with you for good. You’d worked through a lot of things with Frank, but never this, and the idea of you leaving before he could even try to make things right targeted the urgency in him. He stalked to the door and began his search.

The hard brick dug into your back as you sat down, and for the third time in half a minute, you questioned your decision to clamber out the window and climb to the roof. You didn’t mean to leave so quickly, but the idea of pacing around the apartment listening to Frank grunt his way through stitches made it hard to breathe, so you did the next best thing – aka the roof.

You didn’t even need time to think the encounter with Frank over. You knew why he’d said it and what he’d been through tonight, but that didn’t stop the ache in your chest from blooming. It also didn’t stop the tears from welling up in your eyes. You had tried to blink them away, but the more you tried to ignore them, the more your vision blurred.

You’d always been a touchy person, though it had never been quite as present as it was when you were near Frank. When you first met him, you’d been so drawn to his charming aura that you hadn’t realized you’d been shaking his hand for at least 45 seconds. He hadn’t said anything – just kept watching you watch him with a soft smile on his face.

And the rest was history. You spent the entire first weekend after you met wrapped in each other’s arms, fucking on every available surface in your apartment. You didn’t quite understand why you felt the desire to be constantly touching him, but he didn’t complain and allowed you to give in to your desires as often as you wanted to. You had mentioned to him early on in your relationship that he could tell you to stop if he needed his space, but he’d never asked you to stop.

Until tonight.

And you respected it. You did what he asked. You “stopped fucking touching” him as soon as the words had left his mouth, and maybe it hurt your feelings, but you weren’t going to push that on him. If he wanted you to stop touching him, you would, even if it carved a deep, cavernous hole in your heart.

“Sweetheart?”

Your heart seized, and you jumped at Frank’s sudden appearance.

“Hey.” You mumbled, refusing to meet his gaze. “How’d you find me?”

“I worry about you too much not to be able to find you.” You quirked an eyebrow at him, unable to resist looking at him any longer, and he shrugged. “You left the window to the fire escape open. Can I sit?”

You shuffled to the side, allowing him the space to sit down, though you were careful not to let your skin brush against his. Frank let out a choked scoff and pressed his leg against yours. You turned to him, brows furrowed.

“I thought you didn’t want me touching you.”

And yeah, maybe you threw the words in his face to make him feel a little worse, but he was cracking jokes after snapping at you, and you couldn’t help the bite in your tone - didn’t want to help the bite in your tone.

He shook his head, expression turning grave.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean what I said.”

“You said it, though.”

“I know.” He nodded. “I know.”

You watched him take in your features – the swollen cheeks from the few tears that slipped earlier, the wildness of your hair after one too many run-throughs with your fingers, the way you could barely look at him before turning away again.

“I was just trying to help you.” Your eyes crinkled at the thought of him snapping at you again.

He nodded, cradling your face in his palms.

“I’m an asshole, baby.” His voice cracked, “I never want you to stop touching me. I love it – I love you – and I’m sorry.”

You gaped up at him, at the desperate expression on his face. A fresh wave of tears pricked at the back of your eyes. You gnawed at your bottom lip, unsure what to say.

“Don’t cry, baby.” He shook his head, wiping your tears away with the soft pads of his thumbs, “Please don’t cry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. You don’t understand how sorry I am.”

You sniffled, nodding. He’d groveled enough, and you weren’t entirely sure you knew how to stay upset with him for longer than 10 minutes.

“Did you tie the stitch off correctly?” you asked, nodding to the injury that was now covered with gauze.

“Of course.” Frank nodded. You narrowed your eyes at his nonchalant tone.

“Are you sure?”

“No.” He huffed a laugh and pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek.

“Why not?” You giggled, swatting him away.

“Because if this didn’t work, I was going to complain about my awful stitches later and hope my muscles would entice you to forgive me.”

He smirked, and laughter bubbled out of you from deep in your chest. You climbed to your feet, holding your hands out toward him.

“Okay, Mr. Muscles, let me fix it before it really does get uncomfortable.”

He rose to his feet, using the leverage from your hold on his hands to pull you against his chest.

“I’m sorry,” he paused, “again.”

“I know, Frankie.” You murmured, pressing a kiss to his nose.

“I love you.” he added, smiling.

“Shut up and kiss me, muscles.”

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Twice Enemies to Lovers Imagines/ AUs

TW: making out (momo and tzuyu) corruption themes (momo) mentions of killing (sana) revolutionary themes (sana) mentions of daggers and knives (sana and dahyun) reader is kidnapped and tied up (dahyun) sharing a bed (tzuyu) partial nudity (tzuyu) neck kissing (tzuyu) light swearing

Nayeon: Former Best Friends

Your jaw hit the floor as your next applicant walked into your office for an interview. It was Im Nayeon, your high school best friend who ditched you freshman year to become a cheerleader with all the popular girls. To make matters worse, you had always secretly been in love with her. Not that you would ever admit that to yourself.

“Nice to see you again, Im.” you said flatly, flipping through her resume as she sat down in front of your desk.

She looked confused. “I’m sorry sir/ma’am, but I’m not sure what you…” You glared up at her with ice cold eyes, and suddenly she remembered. “Oh, Y/N… I’m so sorry. I didn’t recognize you…” she stammered meekly.

“Doesn’t surprise me. You hardly acknowledged me after you became the ‘it girl’ of our high school.” you resigned, folding your hands together on your desk. “So, what have you been up to since high school?”

She chuckled uncomfortably, eyes shifting to the ground. “Well, I was at university, but… things didn’t work out this semester.”

“So you’re looking for a job just until the end of the semester?” you asked, trying to sound as professional as possible.

“I’m not sure… But I’ll at least need a job until the end of the year. I’m living back home now.” she explained. “I need a job in the worst way, and to be honest I’m really relieved that you’re the owner of this place.”

You cleared your throat, closing up her resume and looking at her sternly. “So you think that just because you were super popular in school and I wasn’t that I’ll immediately hire you at my restaurant?”

“No, no! Not at all!” she insisted, eyes widening. “It’s just… you’re a very kind person. And you’ve always had a way of making me feel calm. I always remembered that, even if I didn’t recognize you at first.”

You winced. There she went again, making you feel special. It scared you how easily her praise still got to you.

“Oh… sorry for jumping to conclusions.” you mumbled.

“No, it’s alright…” she reassured you, seemingly okay with taking all the blame. “I’m really sorry we drifted apart. I never meant to hurt you. You were actually the person I cared about more than anything. I just thought you wouldn’t want to be friends with a cheerleader given how much we used to make fun of them.”

You glanced at the ground nervously. You were kind of a pick-me in high school. Not that it was your fault, you were just conditioned to be that way. In high school, you were either popular, or you hated everything related to being popular.

“I understand.” you told her. “It was quite a long time ago.”

“See… I’m not doing well in my classes, and my parents said I can’t move back home unless I find a job first.” she explained, eyes locking in on yours. “Please, consider me.”

Her pretty eyes were sparkling with need the way they always did, and your last reserve finally cracked at the sight of them.

“Okay, okay, the job is yours.” you told her, a reluctant smile appearing on your face.

“Really?” she asked, a huge grin breaking out on her face. “Oh, thank you so much!” She stood up to shake your hand making you laugh.

“No problem. Can you start tomorrow?” you asked, still sitting at your desk.

“Yes, I’ll be here!” she chirped, grabbing her bag. “You won’t regret this, I promise!”

Once she shut the door behind her, you plopped your head down on your desk, releasing a huge sigh. “Oh, I most likely will.”

Jeongyeon: Bad First Impression

You were running horribly late for your first day on the job. You had gotten an internship at a high end company, and were expected to bring everyone coffee in the morning. So now, you were carrying a carrier full of four huge iced coffees while sprinting down the sidewalk. You could see your building in the distance, all you had to do was turn one corner and you would make it to work on time!

That was, until you actually turnt the corner and slammed straight into a girl who was walking while on her phone. All four of the iced coffees splashed between the two of you, ruining both of your outfits.

“Oh my gosh, watch where you’re going!” she screeched, wiping coffee off her face.

“Me?” you questioned, fixing your hair. “You’re the one who wasn’t looking where you were going! Maybe if you weren’t glued to your phone, we wouldn’t be covered in coffee right now!”

She scoffed. “Well maybe if you weren’t running with a carrier full of coffees…”

You both stopped what you were doing as your eyes locked in on each other. She was absolutely gorgeous, the kind that makes your heart stop beating. She seemed to be caught off guard by you as well, the two of you just staring at each other blankly for a moment.

“I’m sorry, this was totally my fault.” you chuckled, adjusting your bag. “I shouldn’t have been running down the sidewalk.”

“No, you’re right, it was stupid to be on my phone while I was walking. I’m sorry for not paying attention.” she refuted, laughing along with you. “I’m Jeongyeon, by the way.”

“Y/N.” you told her, shaking her hand. “I’m sorry I covered you in coffee. I’m just running horribly late for my first day on the job…” you sighed, shaking your head in disbelief. “Although I’m sure I can kiss it goodbye now, as I’m either going to show up soaked in coffee or an hour late.”

“I’m really sorry about that…” she said sympathetically. “Where’s the job?”

“Right behind us, actually.” you laughed, gesturing behind you.

“Oh my gosh, I work here!” she told you exasperatedly. “In the administrative department!”

“That’s where I’m interning!” you gasped, a hopeful smile making its way onto your face.

“This is perfect. I’ll just call the office and say that someone ran into the two of us while we were walking in, and that we had to go change clothes.” she suggested.

“Thank you so much, you’re a lifesaver!” you sighed in relief, placing a hand affectionately on her arm. “Are you sure they’ll accept that as an excuse though?”

“Oh please, everyone here loves me. My word is law.” she giggled, putting an arm around your shoulder. “Now, let’s go get you some fresh clothes and new coffees, okay? I’ll even buy my own, since I’m pretty sure one of them was.”

You laughed along with her, letting her lead you down the sidewalk in the opposite direction. Somehow, you had made an enemy, ally, and crush all in the same day. Lord help you in navigating this relationship.

Momo: Angel/ Demon AU

You bit your tongue in anger. Things were not going well with your latest assignment. You were trying to be a guardian angel to a certain human to improve their life. However, this human also happened to be under the influence of a demon. Not only a demon, but one of the most powerful demonesses in your department. Momo Hirai.

“Something wrong, angel?” a sultry voice asked. You whipped around to see her standing at the entryway of your human’s living room. You could see them, but they couldn’t see you. She was absolutely captivating, with her dark hair, ruby red lips, and tight black dress.

Remembering yourself, you looked away. “As a matter of fact, yes. You are.” you spat, crossing your arms across your chest.

“Oh, I didn’t know you thought about me so much.” she grinned, stepping closer to you. “I wonder what twisted little fantasies are running through that pretty little head.”

“You wish.” you groaned, rolling your eyes. “I happen to be a being of purity.

“How boring…” Momo sighed, stopping in front of you, who was leaned against the wall. “I figured someone like you would feel really repressed. Nothing causes the mind to wander more than being cooped up with a bunch of puritans.”

You swallowed hard. How had she known that you’d been having sinful thoughts lately? You wondered if she also knew that she was the subject of some of them.

Deciding you had to stand your ground, you held your head up high. “It’d be none of your business if I did.”

“Oh, I know…” she glanced down at your lips momentarily, then met your eyes once more. “I just can’t help myself. Seeing you, who’s so bright and clean… it makes me think about how much I’d like to corrupt you.”

Your heart stopped. Every part of your brain was screaming at you to resist her.

“L-like how?” You could barely control the words coming out of your mouth.

She grinned a sinister smile, brushing some of your hair behind your shoulder and playing with it. “Well, for starters, I could run my fingers through this pretty hair…”

Your eyes squinted shut at the feeling of her doing so, hating how good it felt.

“I could gaze into these sparkling doe eyes…” she purred, tilting your chin up to look her in the eye. Her own dark eyes were locked in on yours, pupils dilated but squinted slightly like a siren’s.

You allowed her to push you further against the wall, showing absolutely no sign of displeasure at her actions. “Then what?” you whispered.

“Then… I could kiss these beautiful, delicious lips…” Momo finally leaned down and connected her lips with yours, pressing her body up against yours with a fiery passion.

You moved your arms up around her waist, hands gripping onto her for dear life. The pleasure was so great, you almost forgot why you vowed to resist temptation in the first place.

Her hands snaked up into your hair, tugging slightly and making you whimper into her mouth. You could feel her smirk at this, and with the knowledge that you were enjoying yourself, she slipped her tongue into your mouth, letting it explore slightly before pulling away.

“I hope you know what you’re doing.” you muttered breathlessly, forehead still pressed against hers. “Both of us could get fired if anyone found out about this.” Demons and angels were not allowed to have relationships. “Besides, how do I know you’re not just using me to win over my human?”

“You can have the human.” she told you without hesitation. “I don’t need them. Right now, I only want you.”

You looked at her closely, studying her expression for any sign of dishonesty. If this was a trick, or one of her lustful schemes, she wouldn’t have been so upfront about it. She would’ve been sneakier.

“I want you too, Momo…” you sighed, crashing your lips into hers once again.

Maybe you would lose your angel status for this, but you knew that no amount of purity would ever feel as good as Momo on your lips would.

Sana: Royal/ Assassin AU

You grunted as you scaled the wall of the castle with a dagger in each hand. One of them would momentarily be used to kill the princess in her sleep. You winced as you thought about what you had to do, feeling your stomach turn.

You were a member of a rebel legion who was planning on overthrowing the palace during a coup. While you weren’t too thrilled about having to kill anyone, you believed the king and queen deserved it. They were incessantly cruel to their subjects, denying them any assistance and punishing them when they took matters into their own hands. Your people were dying of starvation while they were having extravagant parties, and something had to be done about it.

There really was no reason to kill the princess other than your leader feared it would be unwise to leave the only rightful heir to the throne alive. You didn’t think it was right, but the suffering you and your people endured overcame that.

As you reached Princess Sana’s bedroom window, you carefully crept inside and over to her canopy bed. As the moonlight graced her features, your breath hitched in your throat. She looked so peaceful, so content… not to mention, she was positively breathtaking.

You sighed defeatedly, realizing you couldn’t possibly harm this innocent girl. You stepped back and dropped your daggers on the floor, startling her awake.

“Hm? What’s going on? Who are you?” she asked, clutching her blankets to her chest in fear.

“Sh, it’s okay. I’m here to help.” you tried to reassure her. “There’s a rebel legion that’s going to assassinate the king and queen momentarily, and they want to kill you too. If you want to live, you’ll have to escape with me right now.”

She gasped, throwing her blankets off of her. She looked so adorable in her long white nightgown and pink hair bow. “Oh my, let’s go then!”

You grabbed her hand and led her down the hallway and out through the back of the palace. You knew your legion would only be using the front entrance.

The two of you ran off into the night, ducking into a nearby forest for protection. Luckily it was a warm summer night, and the weather was mild.

“I’m sorry about your parents.” you finally spoke as you both caught your breath. It hadn’t dawned on you that Sana might not take the news of her parents assassination very well until just now.

“It’s alright. To be honest, I’ve always hated them. I was hoping to become a better leader than them one day, but they were only interested in marrying me off to a nearby kingdom. I’m just glad the kingdom will be heading in a better direction.” She sat down by the riverbed, taking her hair out of its bow and letting it fall over her shoulders in loose waves. “Thank you for rescuing me.”

“I don’t deserve any thanks.” you sighed, sitting down next to her. “I was the one who was supposed to kill you.”

She gave you an unfazed expression. “Well, you didn’t. And I never really liked being a princess anyway. I’ve always craved a life of adventure.”

“Well, you’re certainly going to get it.” you chuckled, stretching out to lay down in the grass. “We’re going to have to flee the kingdom, or at least go to the countryside. They’re going to wonder where the lost princess is, and why she wasn’t executed.”

She laid down next to you, curling into your side. “But… you’ll protect me right?” Her eyes were so big and twinkling with innocence. She looked as if she would shatter into a million pieces without you.

“Why do you trust me so easily?” you asked her genuinely. Any other princess wouldn’t have even believed you, let alone followed you into the woods.

She smiled cutely, brushing some of your hair back. “I had a dream once that someone came into my room and saved me from being a princess.” She traced your features with your finger. “They looked just like you.”

Your mouth fell slightly agape. You were never one to believe in fate or destiny, but this girl was making you second guess yourself.

“Now, are you going to take care of me?” she asked again.

“Of course I will.” you told her, running a hand through her long hair. “Now, let’s get some sleep. I’ll find us some breakfast in the morning.”

Jihyo: Idol Rivalry

Park Jihyo was the bane of your existence. The two of you had hated each other for years, and for good reason. For one, you were both under different companies that constantly compared artists with each other. Two, both of your groups debuted around the same time, and since then it felt like every time your group got a moment in the spotlight, Twice would come along and upstage you. And three, you were both leaders, so everyone expected you to get along due to your similar roles. However, all that meant was that you were both extra protective of your groups, and even more hostile when someone threatened their success.

Today, however, your rivalry was coming to an eruption as both of your groups were performing at the MAMA awards. Luckily, they were spaced apart enough to where it wouldn’t look like one of you was the opening act for the other. Both of your groups put their absolute all into the performances, and everyone agreed that you both owned the award show.

Your members somehow all got along. It was just you and Jihyo that couldn’t seem to find a common ground.

You were thinking this over as you walked up to her dressing room after the show. You decided it was time to be a grown up and hash things out with her. You took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

“Come in.” she chirped from behind the door. You walked in, seeing her at her vanity, still in her stage outfit. You lost the plot for a bit as you took in her features. Her beautiful skin, her pretty eyes, her perfect smile… wait, when did she get so gorgeous?

“Oh… hi Y/N.” she interrupted your thoughts with genuine surprise. “What are you doing here?”

You shut the door behind you and walked up to her. “I’ve come with an olive branch.” you began in a serious tone.

She glanced behind you, furrowing her brows. “Really? I don’t see one.”

You bit your tongue to keep from laughing. Damn, she was funny, but you were trying to have a serious moment!

“A metaphorical olive branch.” you sighed, pretending to be annoyed to save face. “We’ve been fighting for years because of stupid reasons. I think it’s time we sort out our differences.”

She smiled warmly, inviting you to sit down on her sofa. “So, what exactly are our differences?” she asked, starting to remove her makeup.

“Well for starters, you guys have always overshadowed us.” you told her. “Every time we’d start getting attention, you guys would immediately do something even better, and then it was all anyone could talk about. I guess I was sick of the company always telling us how much better you guys are.”

She paused, making eye contact with you in her mirror. “Are you serious?”

You nodded. What did she mean ‘are you serious,’ of course you were serious! It wasn’t that hard to comprehend.

“Oh my god, that’s so funny…” she laughed out loud, shaking her head. She spun around in her chair to face you. “Y/N, ever since we debuted, all our company does is compare us to you.”

“You’re kidding…” you marveled, eyes widening in shock.

“No, I’m serious! I especially get compared to you a lot. You’re super mature and have killer visuals, not to mention you’re one of the best dancers in the industry.” she praised, leaning back in her chair slightly.

“Oh please, I would commit arson to have your vocal skills! You light up a whole stadium with them!” you told her enthusiastically. “You’re so bright and energetic, and you’re absolutely stunning. I mean, who wouldn’t hate you?” you joked, slapping her on the knee playfully.

The two of you laughed for a moment, then sat in a comfortable silence. It was probably the most pleasant interaction you’d ever had.

“Did we just compliment each other?” she asked suddenly, cocking her head to the side.

You shrugged. “I guess so. Maybe we’re not so different after all.”

She smiled affectionately, moving to sit next to you on the sofa. “I actually think I quite like you now.”

The way she was looking at you made you feel butterflies. You didn’t know if you were seeing things or what, but she looked as if she was absolutely captivated by you.

You shrugged cheekily, a sly smirk making its way onto your face. “I kind of like you too. See you around?”

She nodded enthusiastically, a hopeful glint in her eyes. With that, you turned and exited her dressing room, pressing your hands to your warm cheeks.

How did that just happen?

Mina: Fake Dating

“I can’t believe they actually fell for it!” Mina marveled as you both exited the party into the cool night air.

“I know right! Like, are they really that stupid?” you laughed, leading her back to your car.

You wondered how everyone had set aside all their memories of you two absolutely hating each other when you walked into the party holding onto her waist. Anyone with eyes could see that you and Mina despised each other before. You guessed that the two of you were just really good at acting.

What led to your truce was that both of your crushes weren’t paying any attention to either of you. You were trying to win back your ex, whereas Mina’s crush had totally friend-zoned her. So, you came to an agreement that you would pretend to date each other in order to hopefully make your crushes jealous.

You were worried that it was going to be hard to sell your affections for Mina, but it turned out to be surprisingly easy. From spending time with her, you were able to see that she was actually really funny, incredibly bright, and sensitive. Not to mention, she was a perfect ten. That was part of the reason you hated her so much.

As you drove off to drop Mina off at her house, you kept glancing over at her with an amused smile.

“What?” she asked, giggling slightly.

“Nothing, it’s just… you’re so different from what I thought you were.” you answered, eyes focusing back on the road.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she interrogated you, crossing her arms with a smirk.

“Well, to be honest, I thought you were incredibly stuck-up. I mean, you hardly paid any attention to me, and whenever you did, it was to disagree with something I said.” you chuckled.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that…” she apologized, shifting her body to face you more. “I have a tendency to close myself off when I find someone intimidating.”

You scoffed in disbelief. “Intimidating? How could you find me intimidating?”

“Oh come on, Y/N!” she rolled her eyes, hitting your arm lightly. “You’re like the coolest person ever! When you talk, everyone pays attention to you. It makes me so jealous the way you command a room.”

You shook your head in amazement. “I had no idea you felt that way…”

“Yeah well, I do.” she laughed. She ran a hand through her hair as if to calm herself down.

The two of you enjoyed a comfortable silence for a moment until you spoke again. “You did a really good job today.”

“Thanks, so did you.” she complimented you, nudging you slightly.

“I’m sure your crush is still thinking about how good we looked together.” you pointed out.

“Oh yeah, them…” she resigned, looking out the window absentmindedly. “Well, I’m sure your ex felt the same way.”

You glanced over at her. Why did she seem to shut down when you brought up your love interests? Isn’t that what she had wanted out of this?

“Well, there you are ma’am.” you announced as you pulled into her driveway.

She snapped out of her daze and grabbed her purse, turning to you with a smile. “Thanks again, Y/N. You make a wonderful fake partner.” Suddenly, she leaned forward and planted a brisk kiss on your cheek. You looked at her in disbelief, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Just practicing. You know, for the next time we see them.”

“Oh, r-right…” you stammered, shifting anxiously in your seat. “Well, see you later!”

“Bye bye!” she waved, cutely scampering away into her house.

You sighed, slamming your head against the steering wheel. Suddenly, a relationship with Mina was sounding a lot better than getting back with your ex. Why did you think this was a good idea again?

Dahyun: Hero/ Villain AU

You struggled against your restraints, rocking the chair you were tied to back and forth. You were previously on a mission from the hero agency to retrieve a stolen artifact from a well-known villain, but something had went wrong, and they ended up capturing you. Now, you were tied up and didn’t know what awaited you.

You screeched into the cloth around your mouth in frustration, feeling hot tears prick at your eyes as you realized there was no way to get out of these ropes. Damn it all. Was this going to be how you were going to be taken down?

Suddenly, you heard a rustling coming from the window in the corner of the room. You furrowed your brow in confusion, until it opened and in tumbled Kim Dahyun, your arch-nemesis.

“Dahyun? What are you doing here?” you asked, although it just sounded like a bunch of muffled syllables to her.

“Sh, I’m here to get you out of here.” she instructed you. She then came over to undo the cloth around your mouth and slice through your ropes with her knife.

“Why are you helping me?” you asked, massaging your wrists from their rope burn.

“Because, you’re my enemy.” she smirked, crawling back through the window she had previously entered in. “If anyone’s going to take you down, it’s going to be me.”

You scoffed with a smile, getting up to follow her. “I won’t go down so easily.”

“Oh I know. I’m looking forward to it.” she cockily winked. “Now, are you coming or not?” She extended her hand to you, face illuminated by the soft candlelight of the room. God, she was devastatingly beautiful. Perhaps in another universe, the two of you would’ve made a great couple.

You brushed the thoughts away, knowing they could only lead to heartache, and instead just took her hand and fled with her by your side. Maybe you didn’t need a relationship with her. This game of cat and mouse was too damn fun anyway.

Chaeyoung: Forced to Hang Out by Mutual Friends

You walked into the restaurant, face twisting into a scowl as you realized only one person was at your table: Son Chaeyoung, whom you could not stand. However, you had to get along with her because she was a part of your friend group. You knew she didn’t really care for you either, but also agreed to keep the peace for the sake of your mutual friends.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself down, then walked over to the table to sit across from her. “Hi Chaeyoung.” you said, flatly but still politely.

She looked up from her phone and cracked a forced smile. “Hey there, Y/N.”

“I wonder why everyone’s so late.” you commented, trying to make small talk.

“I’m not sure.” she replied. The two of you shared an awkward silence, save for your repetitive tapping on the table. After a while she coughed uncomfortably.

“Hi there! Are you two here for the couple’s special?” the waitress suddenly asked as she arrived at your table.

You both looked at each other horrified. “No, we’re definitely not a couple…” you insisted.

“Yeah we’re just waiting for some of our friends.” Chaeyoung explained to her, chuckling nervously.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” the waitress apologized. “I’ll come back in a few minutes, okay?” You both nodded, and she scurried off to the other end of the restaurant. Wow… you thought, the two of you were so uncomfortable it was spreading to other people.

“I’ll text them and see what’s keeping them.” Chaeyoung announced, picking her phone back up. However, her eyes widened as soon as she looked at the screen. “Apparently Rosè is sick.”

“Really? That’s odd. She seemed fine yesterday…” you replied, grabbing your own phone. You too already received a text, but from Yeoreum.

yeoreum 🌻: “hey, sorry to cancel last minute, but i forgot i have a doctors’ appointment :( say hi to the girls for me!”

You sighed, setting your phone back down. “Well, Yeoreum bailed too.”

“Are you serious?” Chaeyoung asked. “Well, at least there’s…” However she never got to finish her sentence, because both of your phones rang at the same exact time. You were getting a call from Somi, and she was getting a call from Jinsol. You both snatched up your phones again and slammed the answer button.

“Hey Y/N!” Somi chirped on the other end of the line. “I gotta cancel today. Forgot I already made plans with my sister!”

“No, Somi please-“

“Have fun! Give my love to the girls!” she responded, hanging up.

You squinted your eyes shut and sighed, setting your phone down to see Chaeyoung doing the exact same. “Jinsol too?”

“Yep.” she nodded. “Something about a family reunion.”

It was obvious that all your friends had planned this in an effort to get you and Chaeyoung to spend time with each other and hopefully sort out your differences. However, right now that seemed like a lost cause, as both of you were consumed with irritation and discomfort at the situation.

“Great…” you grumbled, putting your head in your hands. “Guess we’re stuck with each other.”

“I don’t get what your problem is with me.” she snapped, crossing her arms across her chest.

“Me? You’re the one with the problem!” you responded defensively. “You’ve always hated me for no reason. I can see it in the way you talk to me.”

“That’s not true!” she replied angrily, furrowing her brow in frustration. “I was just upset with you because you threw that huge party a year ago and invited everybody but me! I had to hear about it from Bangchan of all people!”

Your jaw unhinged in disbelief. You had totally forgotten about that event, and how you never invited Chaeyoung. To tell the truth, you couldn’t even remember why you didn’t invite her in the first place.

“I didn’t know it bothered you so much…” you marveled, leaning back in your chair as if backing down from your anger. “I guess… maybe I assumed you wouldn’t want to go? You don’t really seem like the type to enjoy a huge party.”

“That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have want to be invited.” she retorted, glancing down at the table nervously.

You blinked, straightening yourself up. “You’re right. That was really rude of me. I’m sorry I didn’t invite you.”

She smiled genuinely for the first time since you had known her. “I appreciate that.”

“If I have another party and invite you, will you stop hating me?” you chuckled.

“I wouldn’t say I hated you…” she replied, softening even more. “There were still things I really liked about you.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” you asked, trying not to be too enthusiastic with your curiosity.

“You have a really pretty smile, you’re super passionate about what you do, you’re really sharp and witty…” she listed out with a bright grin. “You’re really cool. I guess that’s why I was so mad you didn’t invite me.”

“I understand why you were mad, and I’m sorry again.” you replied, looking at her sympathetically. “But it didn’t come from a place of malice. I actually think you’re really cool.”

“You do?” she inquired perplexedly.

“Of course I do! You always make everyone laugh, you’re super nice to everybody… and you’ve got a really cute face.”

She grinned, and you swore you saw her cheeks turn a light shade of pink. “You think I’m cute?”

Now it was your turn to blush. You cleared your throat, then glanced away with shifty eyes. “I mean, like objectively. You have bright eyes or whatever.”

She giggled quietly to herself, then as soon as your eyes were focused back on her, she spoke again. “I think you’re pretty cute too.”

You couldn’t help the smile that crept it’s way up your expression, looking away again bashfully.

“Do we still need a few more minutes?” the waitress asked, suddenly appearing again.

“Nope, I think we’re ready.” you replied, glad to be changing the subject. “I guess we will take that couple’s special since it’ll just be the two of us.”

“Oh, well it’s actually only for real couples…” the waitress told you sympathetically.

“What if this was our first date?” Chaeyoung asked her. Your eyes widened as you whipped your head around to look at her. She was just looking at the waitress with a confident grin. You had never seen her so bold, and you had to admit, it was really attractive. You were starting to kick yourself for messing things up with her in the past. You could’ve been around her best self this whole time… well, at least you were seeing it now. And you couldn’t get enough of it. You loved the excitement about where things were going with her.

Tzuyu: Only One Bed

You frowned as you realized who had just walked into your hotel room. “What are you doing here Tzuyu?”

“Believe me, this wasn’t my choice.” she groaned, shoving the door shut behind her. “Apparently the hotel booked up their last room by accident. And since you’re the only one who doesn’t have a roommate yet, I’m going to have to room with you.”

“Are you serious?” you asked, sitting up in your bed. “Aren’t there any other hotels in the area?”

“I went all around the neighborhood looking for one. Why do you think I’m soaked? It’s pouring down rain right now.” she complained. “They’re all booked up too.”

You took in her appearance. “Where’s your suitcase?”

“Airport lost it.” she replied, an angry sarcastic smile on her face. “This is a really great vacation so far. None of my things, and I’m stuck with you.”

“Yeah, well I’m not exactly thrilled about this either.” you sneered, shuffling your way out of bed. “Here, you can have one of my big shirts.”

She looked amazed. “Wait, are you actually being nice to me?”

You glared at her. “I may not like you very much, but I’m not heartless. Now go change.” You threw the shirt at her and got back into bed. You thought you caught a glimpse of a smirk on her face, but she turned the corner to the bathroom so fast you couldn’t be sure.

You got settled in bed again, then stared up at the ceiling. You were currently on a group vacation with all of your friends. Well, Tzuyu wasn’t your friend, but she had come along because she was close with some of your friends. You did kind of feel sorry for her… it had to suck losing all of your things. You shook your head. There was no need to feel sympathy for her when she had never made any effort to be nice to you. However, your thoughts were interrupted as she re-emerged from the bathroom, wearing nothing but your shirt. Your heart stopped. She looked really cute, with her wet hair and bare legs.

She chuckled cockily. “Like what you see?”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” you scoffed, rolling over in resignation.

She laughed at you again, walking over to the other side of the bed and crawling in. “Try to control yourself Y/N, we’ll both need some sleep for all the stuff they have planned tomorrow.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” you laughed, curling up in displeasure. “Rosè and Chaeyoung were way too excited about going downtown.”

“I know right? Like, how many shops can you go to before you get bored?” Tzuyu joked, making you laugh even harder. “And Elkie and Shuhua want to go to that museum…”

“Oh my god, what a snooze-fest.” you rolled your eyes, making her cackle even louder. You started chuckling again too, and soon you were both consumed with laughter.

“Do you realize this is the first time we’ve had a conversation without arguing?” you asked, leaning over to face her with an amused smile.

“Yeah… it was pretty nice.” she responded, looking at you and resting her head against the pillow. You both just stared at each other affectionately for a moment, taking in each others’ features. “Well, I guess we should go to sleep.”

“Yeah…” you agreed, moving to turn off the lamp. “Goodnight Tzuyu.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

You lied awake for a moment, glancing over at her every so often. You couldn’t help the giddy, flustered feeling that crept up in your chest. You never knew Tzuyu could be so pleasant, and you were excited you got to share a room with her for the rest of the vacation. And you were even more excited to share a bed with her. Your mind started to wander about holding her, touching her, kissing her…

You shook your head, shuffling a bit. You couldn’t think these things while she was asleep next to you. Unless… maybe she was thinking them too?”

“Y/N?” she suddenly asked, rolling over to face you.

Your heart stopped. Holy shit, was she reading my mind?

“Yeah?” you asked, mirroring her actions.

You both stared at each other in desperation for a while, until she dove forward and kissed you passionately. You were taken aback for a second, but soon brought your hands up around her neck. She shifted to straddle you, kissing you more intensely. She pulled away for a breather just as your hands were going up into her hair.

“I hate you.” she smirked evilly, gasping for air.

“I despise you.” you retaliated, yanking her hair slightly and making her whimper a bit. You used her moment of weakness as an opportunity and pushed her over to straddle her. You began kissing her again, then moved down to nip at her neck and chest. “Let me show you just how much I do.”

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✨Beyond saving - Pt. 4✨

Summary: I hate summaries, so this is part 4 of "Beyond saving".

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Mention of rape, Language, Angst, Hurt

Word Count: 5158

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

Sam’s protective instincts kicked in as he surveyed the scene before him, his muscles tensing as he prepared to defend you against any perceived threat. His eyes narrowed as they landed on Dean, a mixture of anger and concern flashing in their depths.

“What did you do?”, Sam demanded, his voice laced with accusation as he took a step forward, his fists clenched at his sides. “Did you hurt her again?”.

Dean’s eyes widened in shock at Sam’s accusation, his hands raised in a gesture of surrender as he took a step back. “No, Sam, it’s not what you think”, he protested, his voice filled with urgency as he tried to diffuse the situation.

But Sam wasn’t convinced, his gaze flickering between you and Dean as he searched for any sign of deception. “She’s crying!”, he growled. “And you leaving in a hurry. What am I supposed to think?”.

Dean’s heart sank at the accusation, the weight of his past mistakes bearing down on.

“Sam, I swear, I didn’t hurt her”, Dean insisted, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggled to find the right words. “Not this time”.

Sam’s eyes softened slightly at Dean’s words, a flicker of understanding crossing his features. He knew how much Dean regretted his past actions, how much he had tried to make amends for the pain he had caused.

Dean's heart clenched as he glanced at you from the side, his gaze filled with a mixture of longing and regret. He knew that he had hurt you deeply, that his past actions had left scars that may never fully heal. But despite his best intentions, he couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that gnawed at him from within.

"M'sorry", he mumbled, his voice barely audible as he turned to leave the room. "I… I just need some fresh air".

With a heavy sigh, Dean stepped out into the hallway. As he made his way outside, he couldn't help but wonder if there would ever come a day when he could truly make things right, when he could finally find redemption for the pain he had caused.

Sam handed you one of Dean's shirts, his gaze averted as he respectfully turned his back to give you some privacy. As you quickly slipped into the shirt, you felt a pang of sadness wash over you, the fabric still carrying the faint scent of Dean's cologne.

"What happened?", Sam asked gently, his voice filled with concern as he turned to face you once more. "Are you okay?".

Your heart felt heavy with anxiety and uncertainty as you tried to find the right words to explain what had just happened. "I don't know", you admitted, your voice trembling slightly as you fought to keep your emotions in check. "I thought… I thought we were okay, but then he…".

You trailed off, unable to finish your sentence as the weight of your own self-doubt threatened to overwhelm you. Was it something you did? Something you said? The thought that this might be your fault sent a wave of guilt crashing over you, leaving you feeling more lost and confused than ever before.

Sam’s brows furrowed with concern as he waited for your response, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation or doubt.

“Are you sure Dean didn’t hurt you?", he pressed gently. “I know things haven’t been easy between you two, but I need to know if he’s crossed a line”.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves as you met Sam’s gaze. “He didn’t hurt me”, you assured him, your voice firm despite the lingering doubts that clouded your mind.

Sam nodded, his expression softening with relief. “Okay”, he said, his voice tinged with gratitude as he reached out to squeeze your hand reassuringly. “Just know that I’m here for you, no matter what”.

You thanked Sam for his support, as he gave you some space. With a nod of gratitude, Sam left you to find Dean, his footsteps echoing softly in the hallway as he made his way out of the room.

Sam found Dean leaning against the doorframe to the kitchen, his expression heavy with guilt and regret. Sam approached him slowly, his footsteps cautious as he stopped beside his brother.

“So that’s your kind of getting fresh air, huh?”, Sam asked, his tone laced with gentle sarcasm as he gave Dean a knowing look.

Dean sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair as he avoided Sam’s gaze. “I messed up, Sam”, he admitted, his voice tinged with self-loathing. “I just… I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t… be with her, not after everything”.

Sam’s brow furrowed with concern as he listened to Dean’s confession, his heart aching for his brother’s pain. He could see the turmoil etched on Dean’s face.

“Dean, you can’t keep punishing yourself like this”, Sam said gently, his voice filled with empathy as he placed a comforting hand on Dean’s shoulder. “What happened wasn’t your fault. You were under the influence of the Mark. You have to let go of the past and forgive yourself”.

Dean’s jaw clenched with frustration as he struggled to contain his emotions. “I know, Sam”, he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “But every time I’m in this fucking kitchen, all I can think about is… what I did to her. It’s like I can’t escape the memories”.

“I get it, Dean”, he said softly. “But you can’t let those memories define you. You’re more than your past mistakes. You have to believe that”.

Sam paused, his gaze turning serious as he met Dean’s eyes. “You need to talk to her, Dean”, he said firmly. “You need to tell her that she didn’t do anything wrong. She needs to hear it from you”.

Dean’s frustration boiled over as he listened to Sam’s words of encouragement. Anger flashed in his eyes as he shook his head in disbelief.

“I’m a fucking loser, Sam”, Dean muttered bitterly, his voice tinged with self-disgust. “I couldn’t even do that one stupid thing right. I couldn’t even stay hard for her”.

Dean's admission hung heavy in the air, his words echoing with the weight of his own self-condemnation. As the reality of his own shortcomings settled over him, he felt a wave of shame wash over him like a suffocating tide.

"Dean, you're not a loser", Sam reiterated gently. "You're just struggling right now. It's okay to feel frustrated and disappointed, but you can't let it consume you".

But Dean couldn't shake the feeling of disgust that gnawed at his insides, the knowledge that he had failed in the most intimate of moments burning like a brand on his conscience. He clenched his fists at his sides, his jaw set in a tight line as he struggled to contain his emotions.

"But it doesn't change the fact that I let her down. I let myself down".

Sam's heart went out to his brother, the pain and self-loathing etched on his face like a roadmap of past mistakes. He wanted nothing more than to ease Dean's burden, to show him that he was worthy of love and forgiveness.

Dean pulled himself away from Sam's comforting touch, a heavy sense of defeat weighing on his shoulders as he reached for a bottle of whisky on the nearby table. Without a word, he turned and walked out of the bunker, the weight of his own guilt and self-doubt dragging him down with every step.

Sam watched him go, a deep sigh escaping his lips as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. He felt powerless, unsure of how to help his brother or mend the broken pieces of your fractured relationship. The rift between you and Dean seemed wider than ever, and Sam couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness that gnawed at his insides.

As he sank onto the nearest chair, Sam couldn't help but wonder if there was anything he could do to bring the two of you back together, to heal the wounds that still lingered between you.

As the night fell and Sam drifted off to sleep, you found yourself wandering through the bunker, the weight of your thoughts heavy on your mind. After a while of searching, you finally found Dean sitting in your shared room, his silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

You hesitated in the doorway, the air heavy with the scent of whiskey. Dean sat on the edge of the bed, his head bowed and shoulders slumped, lost in his own world of pain and regret.

For a moment, you simply stood there, unsure of what to say or do. The distance between you felt insurmountable.

"Dean?", you called out softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you stepped further into the room. Your heart clenched with uncertainty, unsure if he would even respond to you in his current state of intoxication.

Dean lifted his head at the sound of your voice, his eyes bloodshot and glazed with the effects of the alcohol. His gaze met yours, a mixture of surprise and resignation flickering in their depths.

You took a tentative step closer, your breath catching in your throat as you struggled to find the right words. "Are you okay?", you asked, your voice trembling with concern as you reached out a hand towards him.

Dean chuckled darkly, a bitter edge to the sound as he shook his head in disbelief. "Why the hell are you asking me that?", he muttered, his voice tinged with sadness and self-loathing. "If anyone should be asking if you're okay, it's me. I'm the one who screwed everything up, who couldn't even… couldn't even…".

His words trailed off into a heavy silence, the weight of his own failures bearing down on him. He looked away, unable to meet your gaze as shame and regret washed over him in waves.

You knelt down in front of Dean, your eyes searching his for any sign of comfort or reassurance. Before you could utter another word of apology, Dean cut you off, his voice firm and resolute.

"Stop apologizing", he said, his tone gentle yet firm. "You did absolutely nothing wrong".

His words washed over you like a soothing balm, easing the ache of guilt and self-doubt that had been gnawing at your insides.

Dean reached out, gently cupping your face in his hands as he looked into your eyes with sincerity and affection.

"You're absolutely breathtaking, gorgeous, and hot", he murmured, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "And it could never be your fault. You hear me?".

His words warmed your heart, melting away the last remnants of doubt and insecurity that lingered within you

You carefully asked, your voice barely above a whisper, “Then why did you stop?”.

Dean’s expression softened, a mixture of regret and sorrow flickering in his eyes as he searched for the right words. His hands slowly sinking from your face.

“It’s not you, it’s me”, he admitted, his voice tinged with self-reproach. “I just… I couldn’t get out of my own head, couldn’t shake the memories of what I’ve done”.

After a moment, you gathered the courage to speak again, your voice barely above a whisper as you voiced the suggestion that had been lingering in your mind.

“Maybe… maybe we should start with just sharing the bed tonight”, you suggested, your words tentative yet filled with longing. “We don’t have to do anything more than that. Just… be close to each other”.

Dean’s eyes met yours, a mixture of relief and gratitude shining in their depths as he nodded in agreement. “Yeah”, he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. “I’d like that”.

You stood up, feeling a sense of tentative hope blossoming within you as you reached out and took Dean’s hand. With a silent understanding passing between you, you led him towards the bed, each step bringing you closer to the intimacy and connection you both craved.

As you settled beneath the covers together, the warmth of the bed enveloping you, Dean pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you in a protective embrace. The tension that had hung between you slowly melted away, replaced by a comforting sense of closeness and familiarity.

As you nestled against Dean's chest, his heartbeat a steady rhythm beneath your ear, he brushed a strand of hair away from your face and looked into your eyes with a tenderness that took your breath away.

"I love you", he whispered, his voice soft but filled with sincerity. "I always have, and I always will".

Tears welled up in your eyes at his words, overwhelmed by the depth of emotion that flowed between you. With a shaky breath, you reached up to cup his cheek, your fingers trembling with the intensity of your feelings.

"I love you too, Dean", you whispered back, your voice filled with emotion. "More than anything in this world".

A few hours before, Sam sat in the library, his brow furrowed with concern as he dialed Jodie's number, hoping that she could offer some guidance or support in the midst of the turmoil that had engulfed you and Dean.

"Hey, Jodie", Sam greeted her, his voice filled with urgency. "I was hoping we could talk. It's about (y/n) and Dean. I think they could really use someone to talk to".

Jodie listened attentively, her expression thoughtful as she processed Sam's words. "Of course, Sam", she replied, her voice filled with compassion. "I'd be happy to talk to them".

Sam nodded, even though Jodie couldn't see him over the phone. "Can you come over tomorrow?".

Jodie agreed, promising to be there for you and Dean when you needed her most.

As the next morning arrived, you felt Dean's gaze on you, his eyes filled with tenderness as he brushed a strand of hair away from your face. His voice was soft as he mumbled a gentle "morning".

As you opened your eyes and met Dean's gaze, the memories of the awful night came flooding back, sending a jolt of anxiety coursing through your veins. You couldn't help but recoil slightly, the weight of the past bearing down on you once again.

Dean's heart clenched at the sight of your reaction, his own pain mirrored in your eyes. He reached out tentatively, his hand hovering in the air as if unsure of whether to touch you or not.

As you reached out to him, your hand trembling slightly, your fingers lightly grazing his lightly bearded cheek, Dean's tired eyes met yours, filled with a mixture of longing and uncertainty. A shiver ran down his spine as he felt the warmth of your touch, a surge of emotion coursing through him at the sight of your soft smile.

Leaning forward, you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a gentle, tentative kiss. The sensation of your lips against his sent sparks flying through his veins, igniting a fire deep within his soul. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as he deepened the kiss, losing himself in the sweetness and warmth of your embrace.

For a moment, the world faded away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the intensity of your shared desire.

As you pulled back slightly, your breath coming in ragged gasps, you couldn't help but notice the dark circles under Dean's eyes, evidence of a sleepless night spent wrestling with his demons.

"Did you even sleep for an hour?", you asked softly, concern lacing your voice as you brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead. "You look exhausted".

Dean sighed, his shoulders slumping with fatigue as he met your gaze. "Not really", he admitted, his voice tinged with weariness. "But being with you like this… it's the only thing that makes me feel alive".

Your heart clenched at his words, the depth of his longing and desire mirrored in his eyes.

Dean carefully pulled you on top of him, his touch gentle and tentative, as if he feared breaking you with his grasp. He looked up at you with a mixture of desire and uncertainty, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation or discomfort.

"You can stop me whenever you want", he whispered softly, his voice filled with a mixture of longing and restraint.

As you straddled his hips, Dean sat up slightly, his hands brushing over your thighs with a delicate touch. You could feel the warmth of his palms against your skin, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through your body. His gaze never leaving yours, he searched for any indication of what you desired, his own desire simmering just beneath the surface.

With a hesitant yet eager energy, Dean leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours in a tender kiss. His movements were slow and deliberate, as if he were savoring every moment, every sensation. As his hands continued to explore your body with gentle caresses, you felt yourself melting into his touch, your own desire building with each passing moment.

You felt Dean's growing arousal beneath you, a silent testament to his longing and desire. It pulsed against you, matching the rhythm of your own racing heart. Your hands tangled in his hair as you lost yourself in the heat of the moment, the world fading away as you focused solely on the sensation of his lips against yours.

As the kiss deepened, Dean's breath grew ragged, his desire palpable in the air between you. Breaking the kiss, he looked into your eyes with a mixture of longing and uncertainty.

"You want to try again tonight?", he asked softly, his voice filled with a combination of hope and apprehension. He wanted nothing more than to show you his love, to erase the pain of the past and build a new future together.

You met Dean's gaze, seeing the vulnerability and sincerity shining in his eyes. With a small smile, you nodded in response to his question, your own heart filled with a mixture of hope and anticipation.

"Yeah", you whispered softly. "I would like that".

Dean's eyes softened at your words, a wave of relief washing over him as he pulled you close, savoring the feeling of your body pressed against his.

"I love you", he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned in to capture your lips in a tender kiss.

As you melted into his embrace, the warmth of his love enveloping you, you felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over you. His arms wrapped around you felt like a safe haven, a refuge from the storms of the past.

"I love you too", you whispered softly.

After a while, Dean's stomach grumbled loudly, breaking the peaceful silence that had settled between you. You chuckled softly, the sound mingling with his laughter as you looked at each other.

"I think that's our cue to eat something", you said, your voice playful as you gently teased him. "We can't let those stomachs go empty, can we?".

Dean grinned, the sparkle returning to his eyes as he nodded in agreement. "Definitely not", he replied. "I'm starving".

You both getting up from the bed, and making your way to the kitchen.

You felt Dean's arms wrap around you as you stood at the kitchen counter, preparing sandwiches. His touch was gentle, his warmth enveloping you like a comforting embrace. His whisper tickled your ear as he spoke softly, declaring his love for you in a tender, heartfelt manner.

"I love you", he murmured, his words sending shivers down your spine as you leaned into his embrace. But then, as his arms encircled you, you couldn't help but tense up. It was the first time since that one evening—the evening when everything changed—that you found yourselves in the kitchen like this, sharing a moment of intimacy that was both familiar and fraught with memories.

Dean sensed the subtle shift in your body, the tension that crept into your muscles despite his efforts to comfort you. His heart sank at the realization that even though he longed to recapture the closeness you once shared, there were still barriers between you that he couldn't seem to breach.

"I'm sorry", he whispered softly. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just… I miss us, you know?".

You turned around slowly, meeting Dean's gaze with weary eyes, the weight of your shared history hanging heavy between you. His beautiful green eyes searched yours.

"I'm trying, Dean", you admitted softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you reached out to touch his cheek gently. "I want to move forward, to find our way back to each other. But it's hard… so hard".

You felt the tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, the ache in your heart threatening to overwhelm you.

As Jodie and Sam entered the kitchen, you and Dean exchanged surprised glances, not expecting to see them at this hour. Especially not Jodie.

Jodie's warm smile and Sam's reassuring presence instantly put you at ease, their arrival bringing a sense of comfort and familiarity to the room.

"Morning, you two", Jodie greeted cheerfully, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she took in the scene before her. "Hope we're not interrupting anything".

Dean chuckled softly, his tension easing slightly at Jodie's lighthearted tone. "No, not at all", he replied, offering her a small smile. "Just making some breakfast".

Sam nodded in agreement, his gaze flickering between you and Dean with a knowing look. "We thought we'd join you", he added, his voice warm with affection. "If that's okay".

You nodded in response to Sam's suggestion, a sense of gratitude washing over you at the thought of having them join you for breakfast. As you continued making sandwiches, Dean stepped in to help.

Jodie and Sam watched from the table, their eyes filled with warmth as they observed the two of you working together in the kitchen. Jodie couldn't help but feel a pang of curiosity.

"So, how did you two sleep?", she asked casually, her tone light yet filled with genuine interest. "I hope you're feeling better today".

Dean glanced at you, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips as he nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we're doing okay", he replied. "Thanks for asking".

Jodie's curiosity seemed to veer into more intimate territory as she leaned forward, her eyes narrowing with interest.

"So, how's your… intimate life?", she asked, her tone gentle yet probing as she delved into the details of your relationship with Dean.

You couldn't help but tense at the question, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up your neck. Dean's expression hardened, his gaze shooting daggers at Sam.

"Why the hell did you tell her about that?", Dean demanded, his voice laced with annoyance as he shot Sam a glare.

Sam shifted uncomfortably, realizing he may have overstepped a boundary. "I was just trying to help", he explained. "I thought she might be able to offer some insight or advice".

Jodie raised an eyebrow at Sam's explanation before turning her attention back to you and Dean. "Well, if you're not comfortable talking about it, that's okay", she said reassuringly.

You bit your lip, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration wash over you. Your shoulders slumped as you continued making sandwiches, your back still turned to Sam and Jodie.

Dean turned around to face them, his arms crossed over his chest. His expression was angry and annoyed, but his voice was surprisingly gentle as he addressed Jodie and Sam.

"I appreciate your concern, but some things are better left between us", he said, his tone firm yet understanding. "We'll figure things out on our own".

Sam nodded in agreement, chastened by Dean's response. Jodie offered an apologetic smile before changing the subject, sensing the tension in the air.

Dean's sense of shame deepened as he realized that more people knew about his past actions, intensifying the self-loathing that already gnawed at him. Carefully, he placed a hand on your back, seeking some solace in your presence.

"Are you alright?"he asked softly, his voice tinged with concern as he felt you shudder at his touch.

You drew in a shaky breath, trying to compose yourself as you turned to face him. "I'm okay", you replied, forcing a small smile despite the turmoil swirling within you. "Just… a lot to process".

You placed plates in front of Sam and Jodie before turning back to the kitchen island to nibble at your own sandwich, trying to distract yourself from the uncomfortable tension in the room.

Jodie's voice broke the silence, her tone hesitant yet curious. "Won't you two come sit at the table?", she asked, gesturing towards the chairs around the dining area.

Dean's jaw clenched, his expression hardening as he shook his head firmly. "No, we won't", he replied tersely, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Sam gave Jodie an intense look, a silent communication that made her realize why you two were hesitant to sit at the table. Her eyes widened in understanding as she muttered, "Oh no".

With a heavy heart, she apologized to the two of you, her voice filled with genuine remorse. But before she could say anything more, Dean pushed himself away from the kitchen island, his movements tense and agitated. Without a word, he left the room, his footsteps echoing softly as he made his way towards the garage, seeking solace in the solitude of his own thoughts.

Feeling overwhelmed by the weight of your emotions, you couldn't hold back the tears any longer. As they streamed down your cheeks, Sam approached you with understanding in his eyes. Without a word, he enveloped you in his large arms, offering you the comfort and support you desperately needed.

You buried your face against his chest, letting out all the pent-up anguish and sorrow that had been building inside you. In the safety of Sam's embrace, you allowed yourself to release the flood of emotions that had been threatening to consume you.

Jodie's voice broke through the haze of your tears. "I'm so sorry", she murmured, her tone heavy with regret. "I'll go talk to Dean".

As she made her way towards the garage, you couldn't help but wonder what would come of their conversation, and whether it would bring any resolution to the tensions that had arisen.

Jodie approached Dean cautiously, her footsteps echoing softly in the quiet of the garage. She could see the tension radiating off him, his shoulders hunched in defeat as he sat with his head bowed. With a heavy sigh, she lowered herself to the ground beside him, giving him a moment of silence before speaking.

“Dean”, she began softly, her voice filled with compassion. “I’m sorry about what happened back there. I had no idea…”.

Dean lifted his head, his eyes red-rimmed and weary as he looked at Jodie. “It’s not your fault”, he muttered, his voice hoarse with emotion. “I’m the one who screwed everything up”.

Jodie reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder in a gesture of comfort.

“Listen to me, Dean”, she said firmly, her voice unwavering. “You may not have parents anymore, but I’m here for you. I’m the closest thing you’ve got, and I won’t let you blame yourself for something that wasn’t your fault”.

Dean’s gaze flickered with uncertainty, the pain etched on his face evident for all to see. But Jodie wasn’t about to let him wallow in self-pity.

“You were a demon, Dean”, she continued, her voice growing more insistent. “You weren’t yourself. You were under the influence of something beyond your control. It’s not your damn fault, do you hear me?”.

Dean opened his mouth to respond, but before he could utter a word, Jodie cut him off, her tone becoming even more firm and resolute.

"But nothing", she interjected, her voice leaving no room for argument. "You need to stop punishing yourself for something that wasn't your fault. You're stronger than this, Dean. You've faced demons, monsters, and worse. You can't let this one mistake define you".

Dean's eyes softened as he listened to Jodie's words, a glimmer of hope shining in their depths. He knew she was right, knew he couldn't continue to carry the weight of his past mistakes on his shoulders forever.

"Thank you, Jodie", he murmured, his voice filled with gratitude. "I needed to hear that".

"I know", Jodie replied softly, her arms wrapping around Dean in a tight embrace. "And I'm here for you, no matter what. Just remember that".

Jodie pulled back slightly, meeting Dean's gaze with a reassuring smile. "And remember, she still loves you", she said gently. "She's a smart girl, Dean. She knows it wasn't your fault. You just have to believe it too".

As Jodie and Dean talked in the garage, Sam gently loosened his grip around you, sensing that you were beginning to calm down. He looked down at you with concern, his brow furrowed with worry.

"Do you think maybe we should get rid of that stupid table?", he asked softly, his voice filled with compassion. He knew how much the sight of it had upset you, and he wanted to do whatever he could to make things right.

You nodded softly, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over you as you looked up at Sam.

"Thank you", you whispered, your voice filled with emotion. "I think that would help".

Jodie clapped her hands together once they entered the kitchen, a bright smile on her face.

"Alright, everyone", she said cheerfully, "we're going to spend some time together. All of us, including my girls".

She explained that they would be driving to the lake, to her grandparents' lake house.

"It's time for some family time. For a little fresh start", she announced, her eyes sparkling with determination.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

Part 5

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