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mediocre-writerr · 3 years

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lost boy [toni shalifoe]

toni shalifoe x fem reader

requested: Could I request a the wilds Toni x reader they knew each other before the island cause reader was the first girl wrestler at the school. When Toni was reading down the fort she ends up throwning the axe down and it hits the reader, who turns out to have a prosthetic leg

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You knew Toni had anger issues. But you didn’t know how bad.

When you first heard of Toni she was all over the morning announcements and the school newspaper.

Toni Shalifoe: Starting Point Guard Brings Home First Ever State Championship Win!

She was hotshot all over school after that. Posters were brought to every game just to support her.

No one really knew what happened for her anger to reach a peak. Everyone knew about her home life: she couldn’t go on field trips and she was living with Martha. No one actually knew the story, but they knew it wasn’t good.

Yet, even then her anger wasn’t terrible. Just one day she threw piss at a girl during one of the games. And when she got cut she was no longer hotshot. But rather damaged goods with anger issues.

You see there were similarities and differences between you and Toni from back home.

Similarity: you were also in the school newspaper and morning announcements.

Y/N Y/L/N: First Ever Girl Wrestler

Difference: No one cared or rather everyone cared and made fun of you for it.

No matter how many matches you won, everyone thought it was weird. You let the team grow and become better. Their record got better, but still everyone made fun of you.

Calling you gay slurs and just a bunch of toxic masculinity.

Boys threatened because a girl was better than them.

And when you got into your car accident, you quit the team and became homeschooled. If everyone bullied you for something as simple as a joining the boy’s wrestling team, you knew this would cause some more.

But back to Toni, you were experiencing her anger first hand. And just how bad it could get.

“Nora I got it!” Toni yells, trying to pull the wood away from her.

Martha and Shelby both stood up at the girl’s yelling, “I’m just trying to help.” Nora says meekly.

“I don’t need your fucking help!” Toni pulls on the wood hard, causing the wood to fall.

“Hey you need to calm down. She’s just trying to help.” you speak up from where you’re sitting, trying to protect your new friend.

Toni scoffs, “I don’t need help! Don’t you guys see that?! I’ve been on my own for so fucking long. I don’t need help now!”

“I think you do.” Shelby whispers and it was not a good time for her Texas accent to come in.

And it was as if something flipped in Toni’s mind. Her humanity turned off or something because she went haywire. Taking the axe from off the ground and breaking the fort we worked so hard to build.

She screamed out as if she was in pain. Constantly hitting the structure we built with all of her might. All of the wood falling onto the ground like a domino effect.

Finally with one last grunt, Toni threw the axe down. Her eyes were clenched shut, not looking at where she was throwing it.

Gasps ring from the other three girls. Toni opened her eyes to see what all of the gasps were about.

“Y/N!” Dot yells from their fort not too far away.

Her, Fatin, Leah, and Rachel came running towards all of you. Leah holding the medicine bag in her hand.

“Oh shit Y/N! I’m so sorry!” Toni says, beginning to pace back and forth.

You look down to see what they’re looking at. The axe was sticking out of your dirt covered jeans. The rest of the girls were freaking out at the sight of the axe in your jeans.

But you weren’t phased. How could you be?

“Stand back!” you say to the girls who hover around you.

“We need to help you!” Fatin argue, both her and Dot trying to get a closer look.

You yell at them yet again, “Stand back! I can do this myself!”

The eight other girls took a step back. Concern sweeping all over their faces. None of them knew what to do.

You reach for the handle of the axe pulling it out of your jeans with a bit of force. All of their mouths open agape shocked at how you weren’t screaming out in pain.

“How is she not in pain?” Rachel asks.

Nora shrugs softly, “Maybe she’s just in really deep shock.”

But Toni gains composure rushing to your side immediately. Guilt settling in the pit of her stomach. All of them were preparing for the nastiest wound ever.

“Take off your pants.” Toni says sternly.

“Kinky.” Fatin whispers under her breath, earning a glare from Toni, “Not the time? Got it.”

“I don’t understand the-” you started to say before she cut you off.

“I need to tend to your wound. Take off your pants.” she practically begs, trying to rush to help your wound.

You unbutton your jeans pulling them down slowly. Feeling a little embarrassed at what everyone is about to see. You thought you could hide it from everyone while on this trip, but everything that was going to happen, didn’t.

When your pants are fully down it revealed your prosthetic leg, “You had a prosthetic leg this whole time?!” Dot yells.

“You could’ve just fucking said that instead of giving me a heart attack!” Toni adds on.

The rest of the girls let out a sigh of relief, but Fatin just starts laughing.

“Why are you laughing?” Shelby asks, looking at her with furrow brows.

“She just played the best prank ever!” Fatin high fives you as the two of you start laughing at the girls.

Most of the girls join in on the laughter. Finally happy that after many days of restlessness and stress they could finally laugh with one another.

“Yeah, real fucking funny.” Toni mumbles angrily, storming off onto the small cliff that overlooks the water.

Everyone’s laughter dies down and Toni’s small outburst. All of you looking between each other to see who will go check up on her. Or if we should check up on her at all.

“I got it.” you say standing up, throwing on a pair of Fatin’s shorts from her suitcase.

You carefully walk up the hill until you finally take a spot next to Toni. The two of you sitting in tense silence as you watch the waves crash upon one another.

“You know when I got into my car accident, it shredded my leg. Literally a million pieces. My car was so beat up that it caved in causing my leg to get stuck. They needed to cut it out while I was still in the car to get me out.” you say, breaking the silence.

Toni just hums in response, not really wanting to talk herself. But she wanted to let you know that she was still listening to whatever point you were trying to make.

“Ruined my future wrestling scholarships. I knew people at school were gonna make fun of me for it. I mean just being on the team was a living hell. Having a prosthetic leg...wouldn’t have been fun.” you whisper, “That’s why I play it off as a big joke because if I make fun of myself for it, no one else will. I was hoping no one would find out, but it’s plan B.”

“I think it’s cool. You’re part robot.” Toni says and the two of you share a small chuckle, “I wouldn’t have made fun of you for it.”

“I know, but we barely talked then. I just knew you as the starting point guard.” you add.

“True.”

“Why did you get so mad that we were laughing about it?” you ask.

She laughs, but it’s filled with emptiness, “I was worried. I thought I hurt you and I don’t want to hurt you. You’re one of the only people I actually stand besides Marty.”

it seemed liked there was something more to her answer though. Something that she was holding back.

“There’s more to it,” you reply and it comes more out of a statement, rather than a question.

Toni sighs softly, “Because I like you. I thought my anger got the best of me and again. And I hurt someone I like again.”

You smile to yourself softly and her soft answer. No matter how tough of a demeanor she shows, she’s a real softie on the inside.

“I like you too.” you say, nudging her shoulder.

She shakes her head, but a small smile appears on her face, “I’m scared I’m gonna hurt you.”

Toni finally looks at you. You take her face in your hands softly. Slowly guiding yourself closer to her. Her eyes flick to your lips and back up to yours. Both of you shut your eyes as you close the distance. A soft sweet kiss resulting in it.

“As long as you don’t throw piss at my face. I think we’ll be okay.” you whisper as the two of you pull apart.

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write-orflight · 4 years

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Like Real People Do. Chapter 6

*Gif not mine*

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Rating: M, eventually will be smut.

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: Semi-angst, a lot of cursing, Kinda nsfw language. Body image issues

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

A.N This chapter made me cry while writing it and it’s a long one. Message to be on Taglist. Much love, Cia

Chapter 6: Before those hands pulled me from the earth?

You wake up the next morning to knocking at your front door, Garbage immediately running out of the bed in search of the sound, probably hoping it was someone with food.

You groggily walk to the door in your pajamas and open it, it’s Spencer. Standing in his typical cardigan over a dress shirt, messenger bag clenched tightly in his grasp.

“Spen, what’re you doing here?” You ask, sleepily.

“I-uh, I know today’s going to be rough, I just thought you maybe didn’t want to go in alone.” He says, nervously. “It’s stupid, I’ll just go-” He starts to turn but you grasp his wrist, tugging him down so you could peck his cheek, you smile at the instant blush that spreads across his cheeks.

“Thanks for thinking of me but I still have to shower and get dressed. Do you mind making coffee?” You ask, Spencer shakes his head no before walking to where he knew your kitchen was.

You go into your bathroom and undress slowly in front of your full length mirror. It had been a big selling point when they showed you the apartment, but you kept covered it in newspaper the second you moved in. You hated your reflection, often reminded you of that night and your time with Gabriel. Large raised scars adorned your abdomen and sides, and if you could turn and see they’d be all over your back too. Stray tears fell from your face. Your mom would always tell you how beautiful your skin naturally was. How women her age would pay just for their skin to look like yours again.

You knew she’d be disgusted with how it looked now.

You sighed heavily before stepping into the hot stream of your shower.

When you come out, you dress blandly in a simple gray button up black slacks and blazer. You put your hair in a tight bun and opt to wear your glasses instead of trying contacts. Typically, this is boring and not your style at all but Hotch and Rossi had briefed you on how you should dress and act today. To look exactly the opposite of what attracted you to him in the first place, to be sensible and adult.

You come out and Spencer is leaning against your kitchen counter, sipping from a mug with one hand and petting Garbage who was sitting happily on the counter next to him. When he sees you, he smiles and hands you another mug. You cautiously take a sip. It’s made exactly how you like it.

Of course it is.

You lean against the other counter across from him and listen absently as he tells you facts about cats, still affectionately petting Garbage. The whole thing feels domestic and scarily, right. Normally, you get antsy when people are comfortable in your space but Spencer just seems to fit. Like it’s exactly where he was meant to be.

“Are you ready to go?” He asks as a while. You had almost forgotten why he was here in the first place. You nod, and the two of you walk outside to your car.

You drive silently, Spencer chatting amicably in the passenger seat. You could tell he was trying to distract you, you welcomed that. It was only a matter of time before you saw the entrance to the FBI parking garage.

You drove straight past it.

“Uh, Y/N… That was the turn.” He says, warily.

“I know, I just needed to circle the block really quick.” You say, He nods understandingly, You blow a breath as you circle the block. You see the entrance in sight.

You drive straight past it again.

“Fuck!” You swear. “I’ve got it this time, I swear.”

“You can take your time, Y/N/N.” Spencer says, softly.

“No, I can’t!” You say, looking over at the man next to you. He looks at you with a soft expression. “And God, stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what, Y/N.”

“With pity!” You yell. “You all look at me like I’m going to break any second and this was the exact reason I didn’t want you guys to know in the first place. I’m still me, I’m still more than capable of doing my job. I’ve interviewed serial killers before, so stop looking at me like that!”

“I’m not looking at you like anything, Y/N.” He says.

“Spencer, we both know I’m not an idiot. Yes, you are.”

“Ok, maybe I am!” He raises his voice back at you. You turn your eyes off the road for a second to look incredulously at him. He never raises his voice at you. “But that’s only because you went from being the smartest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever met to being the strongest as well.

You pull into the garage silently when he says that. You pull into a space quickly, throwing your car into park. You look up at him to see he’s already looking at you with so much adoration, you’ve never seen that on him before.

“Thank you.” You say quietly.

“You’re welcome.” He smiles, getting out of the car.

You follow him to meet your fate.

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The two of you head straight for Hotch’s Office. He opts to wait outside while Hotch and Rossi go over how you should act with him once he’s in interrogation. Be indifferent, don’t show any emotion and if you do, don’t let that emotion be fear. You still being fearful of him is what gets him off. You nod and mumble “Yes, sir.” as you walk out, you realize you should’ve waited. Spencer was there waiting for you but so was he. Being escorted off the elevator by two guards, Gabriel Ferguson is walking through the bullpen towards interrogation. He looks up at the catwalk, sees you and smiles. You feel sick to your stomach suddenly.

“Hey, don’t look at him. Look at me.” Spencer says. His hand moves under your chin, tilting your head so you’re looking in his eyes. The action itself is so intimate that you can’t help the doe-eyed admiring look you give back to him. “You’re safe okay, no one here is going to let anything happen to you. I’m right here and I’m also going to be right behind that glass. Nothing’s going to happen. You’re going to get the address, then he’s going to go under the needle and you’re going to move on with your life, ok?” He reassures you. You nod back at him. Hotch clears his throat behind you guys, causing you to take a step away from each other.

“You ready, Y/N?” He asks.

You sigh. “As I’ll ever be.”

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You follow Hotch into the interrogation room, where you see him sitting. The smug look that always adorned his face. He stands, cuffs around his feet and hands.

“Beloved--” He greets.

“Sit down!” Hotch instantly yells, the man falls back into his seat.

“Hotch, I’m fine. You can go.”

“Yea, Hotch.” He says, venomously. “She’s a big girl.”

Hotch gives him an angry look that could cut steel, as he cuffs the man to the table in front of you. He looks at you, softly. “I’m right outside.” He turns and exits, leaving you alone with your monster.

You sit, sitting a legal pad on the table next to you keeping the pen next to it. You then lean back and pull out your phone.

Gabriel says nothing, neither do you. You sit in silence, he watches you as you keep your focus on the screen in front of you.

After 5 minutes, he snaps. “Am I boring you?” He asks.

“Yes.” You say, looking into his eyes before turning back to your phone.

“Come on, Play fair, Beloved.” He says, in that voice that always made bile come up every time you thought about it. “The deal was I give up the location if you talk to me.”

“No, the deal was if you give the location of the bodies, You get to talk to me. I don’t have anything to say to you.” You turn your attention back to your phone. “Oh, and you will call me Agent Y/L/N, or nothing at all.”

After another minute, he snaps banging his hands against the table. It startles you for a second before you fix back to your bored expression. “What could possibly be more important that you need to be on your phone right now?” He says, angrily. You’ve forgotten how angry he could get and how scary that was but you didn’t let him win.

“Lunch actually.” You say looking into his eyes with a bored expression. “I’m thinking of getting Thai. I think this’ll take, what… 30 at most so if I order it now then it’ll probably get here by the time we’re done.”

He slams his hands again. This time you don’t react, expecting it “Put your phone away now!” You roll your eyes. “You know, I don’t like being disobeyed, Beloved.”

You do get off your phone but place it on the table in front of you, not wanting to show him an ounce of obedience. “I’ve already told you, It’s Agent Y/L/N”

“Ah yes, Special Agent Y/N Y/L/N.” He says, in a sickly tone. “Followed in daddy’s footsteps, huh? Let’s hope you don’t meet the same fate.”

That throws you off a bit but you try not to let it show. “Considering you’ll be dead in what? 23 hours? I don’t think I will.”

He has the nerve to chuckle. “Aw come on, Beloved. You won’t mourn me when I’m gone?”

“No, I was actually thinking of throwing a party.”

“That’s not true, there were times when you enjoyed our time together.”

You look at him, angrily. “I did not enjoy a single second with you.” You say, coldly.

He leans back. “I saw him, you know.”

“What’re you talking about?”

“Him.” He says, as if that was supposed to give you some sort of indication. “Up on the catwalk with you. I saw how you looked at him. Boyfriend, I’m assuming?”

You don’t give him any reaction to what he said but you knew he was talking about Spencer.

“Co-worker.” You say.

“Don’t lie to me, Beloved.”

“I’m not.” You say, growing irritated.

“I’ve worked a lot of jobs in this lifetime and I can tell you I’ve never looked at a ‘coworker’ like that.” He says, smirking “And I bet he’s right behind that glass. Do you think he’d like to know how you were back then. How you would beg for my cock? How you would scream?”

“Stop.” You say, quietly.

Spencer’s jaw clenched in the other room, he was seething mad and everyone else in the room could tell.

“You gotta pull her out, Hotch.”

“She’s fine, Spencer.” Hotch says. “If I thought she wouldn’t be, she wouldn’t still be in there. Let her do her job.” Hotch looks Spencer in his eyes. “Do you need to leave?” He asked.

“No, sir.” Spencer said, turning his attention back to the scene unfolding in front of him.

“You were always so good back then, so good and pure. Always wet and ready for me when I got home. I wonder, what he’ll have to say when he sees you, if he hasn’t already, when he sees just how much I ruined you.”

“ENOUGH!” You snap, angrily. “You didn’t ruin me! I ruined you.” He looks at you confused. “You think we didn’t find your little manifesto? With your brilliant plan to kill 2 agents and their daughter then kill yourself? You thought that would make you famous, didn’t you? That you’d go down like Dahmer and Bundy? Well, guess what, asshole? I had them seal the records, no one even knows what you did and as a bigger fuck you, I’m. Still. Alive. And you had to live the past 10 years and now the next 22 hours and 22 minutes, knowing that you are exactly what your parents always said you were, a fucking pathetic failure.” You’re seething, you know you weren’t supposed to do this but you don’t care at this point. You played his game for too long, in fact, you played it for 10 years. “And my scars only show me that despite your best wishes I’m still living. And when they stick that needle in your arm finally, I’m going to get a coffee, or read a book, or ride a bike. I’m going to do every single thing a living person does. Because in the end, You did not win. I did.”

You stand up grabbing your things to leave. Hotch is already entering before you can turn and go. He looks at you in concern but your eyes are only focused on Ferguson’s

“There’s an old pig farm off route 100. I’d check the flooring of the barn if I were you.” He says. You immediately go to exit the room. “And Beloved?” You stop, but you don’t turn around to meet his eyes. “Of all the girls, you were my favorite.”

On that, you do turn. “Go fuck yourself.” You say, leaving him and hopefully, the past behind you.

You speed walk away, you hear Spencer calling your name behind but you speed walk away from him into the file room. The tears you’d been holding all day come back with a vengeance as a sob tears through you. Suddenly, you feel arms around you and you know it’s Spencer.

“Spencer, let me go. I’m fine.”

He’s reluctant but he does let go. “No, you’re not, Y/N.” He says, looking into your eyes. “It’s ok. You did so good in there.”

The sob rips through you again, this time Spencer keeps his hands to himself, unsure if you want to be touched. “You saw?” You asked, He nodded sadly. “So, you heard what he said, what I did.”

“You didn’t do anything, Y/N.” He says, looking into your eyes. “You did what you had to to survive. No one’s judging you for that.”

“He’s right though.” You say, tears streaming down your face. “He ruined me.”

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s true!” You snap. “Look at me, I’m a fucking wreck. I have nightmares all the fucking time, I can’t even look at my own reflection for long without getting sick, I can’t date because every time I do, I’m afraid they’ll finally see me and see this broken, horrifying, disgusting monster he left behind. I-” your rant is cut off by Spencer’s lips connecting to yours.

Your first kiss had been Peter Ross in the closet at your first boy/girl party in 8th grade, you remember it being wet and slimy and swearing to yourself you’d never kiss a boy again. That hadn’t been true though, you remember your high school boyfriend, Tony, who had kissed you for the first time under the bleachers of the football field. Derrick, your college sweetheart, who kissed you for the first time in the library. Danny, a summer fling who kissed you on the beach. Random boys you had the misfortune of meeting and making out with at parties. You’ve had a lot of first kisses in your life, you thought you knew exactly what they were supposed to feel like.

They’ve never felt like this.

Like fire under your skin, fireworks behind your eyes. Pulling cookies out of the oven at the right time. The smell of calm air after a hurricane.

These were some of the things you’d use to describe what it felt like kissing Spencer Reid but the action itself was still indescribable.

You groan in surprise at first, not completely sure what was happening. But when his hands caressed soft yet somehow still firmly around your face, you couldn’t help but melt right back into him. Your hands moved to his jaws while his moved from your face to grip tightly at your waist. His tongue slides along your bottom lip, you groan in surprise earning you a groan in return and a tongue in your mouth. You stay like that for a while, frenching in the file room like this was a bad Daytime drama, until he eventually pulls away. You go to follow his lips but he only pulls back more with a smile, leaning his forehead against yours. You stay like that for a moment, your hands still on his jaw, his on your waist.

“Do you-uh,” He starts. “Do you want to get dinner tonight?” He asks.

“Uh, yea.” You say, reluctantly letting him go and backing up so you can look at him properly. “Can it be Thai? Talking about it in there made me crave it.”

He nods, happily at you before following you out of the file room.

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krreader · 6 years

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diamond maknae | periods.

pairing: ot7 x reader (platonic) ; choi minho x reader (mentioned) fandom: bts warnings: maknae!reader ; eighth member of bts ; language ; mentions of sex genre: fluff ; crack other: x ; x ; x ; x ; x

summary: you’d think they would know what to do when you’re on your period by this point. but they really don’t.

a/n: this gif was the best I could do, so just imagine their faces looking like this when you talk to them I guess haha. hope you enjoy it and thank you for requesting @ccrumbs

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Periods sucked. Period. (Pun, fully intended).

But you know what was even worse? Living with seven guys, where none of them apparently had a single fucking idea what girls were like when they were on their periods.

It all started with Yoongi, when he came into your bedroom in the morning and wanted to wake you, so that you could come to the studio with him.

“I'm not feeling so good.”

“Well, take some pain killers or something,” he pulled open the blinds, “We have to get this song done. We have a schedule.”

“Nooo, I don't feel good. It hurts too much..”

“What hurts?” he sat down on the bed next to you with a sigh, turning you on your back, or at least trying to, but you wrapped yourself up in a cocoon, lying on the opposite side of the bed now, “(Y/N), I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong.”

“There's blood coming out of my vagina, if you want the specifics.”

For a moment it was silent, then he instantly got up, “Oh.”

That was all he said. And then he walked out. Slowly and backwards, as if he was scared you’d jump him at any second if he didn’t keep his eyes on you.

Fair enough, actually.

“MIN YOONGI! COME BACK HERE! I NEED CUDDLES!” is what you yelled when you heard the bedroom door open and close again.

But Yoongi was already gone, because he would not deal with you when you were having mood swings and were probably going to hit him at some point today. He'd rather record with somebody else and do your stuff some other time.

After he had left you, all alone in such dark, dark times for you, you somehow managed to get up and brush your teeth, only to find Namjoon in the living room with a newspaper.

“Hey hun,” he quickly smiled at you, before he looked back down.

“Namjoon? My back really, really, really hurts,” you pouted, thinking he would get the message that you were trying to convey.

But sometimes you forgot that all seven of them were men. And all men were the same at some point.

“Aw, so sorry, love. Maybe try a bath, or something?”

You blinked at him in disbelief for a couple of seconds, before slamming onto his newspaper so that it fell to the floor, walking into Taehyung's room next.

Namjoon, in the meantime, stared after you, not knowing whether to laugh, be upset or be confused.

“What's up with her today?” he muttered under his breath, picking up his wrinkled reading material for this morning.

Taehyung was just getting dressed, currently only wearing some sweatpants.

He was your brother and you never really thought of him as anything other than that.

But you were on your period. And we all know that hormones are doing crazy and fucked up shit during that time and you couldn't help but eye his naked back for a little while longer.

“You need anything?”

“Yeah,” you bit your lip, “Sex.”

Talk about alarm bells ringing.

Taehyung's head slowly lifted, before he quickly pulled a shirt over his head and turned around to look at you, “I.. I can't help you with that.”

“Ew, I don't want you,” okay, well, it's not that he wanted you either, but you didn't have to say it so harshly, right? “Could you call Minho? Maybe ask if he wants to stop by or something?”

“When did you grow up and want sex? You were wearing diapers yesterday, I'm not asking my friend to come over, just so he can bang you.”

“First of all, they're called pads, Taehyung. PADS. And they're for women on their period.”

“So you want me to call my friend over, so he can sleep with you while there's blood coming out of.. you know where?”

“My vagina?”

“Oh my god, please just go, I don’t want to hear these words coming out of your mouth,” he pushed you out, “And don't come back before you're normal again.”

You wanted to protest, but that ass had locked the door before you could say another word.

Rude.

Fine, then. Good thing you had seven brothers. You still had four to go.

And so you walked into Jin's bedroom next. He was still in bed on his phone as you immediately cuddled into his side, his arm automatically wrapping around you.

“Hi,” you smiled up at him.

“What's with you?” he laughed, putting his phone away to give you his full attention.

“I just really missed you.”

“You're acting weird.”

“And I really love you, you know? Like.. so much. You're such a good big brother..”

“Do you need a doctor? A hospital?” he wasn't used to you talking like this. Not at all. It’s not that you never told them how much they meant to you, but.. like this? No.

However, spilling your heart out like that and not hearing at least one I love you back, while being on your period? Well. That was catastrophic.

“Ugh, fine! I hate you!”

“What?”

“I hate you, Jin! You're so mean to me.”

“You just said that you love me,” he furrowed his eyebrows and watched you leave angrily, stomping your feet like an upset child.

Why were women like this? And why couldn't you be any different?

When you went into the bathroom for a shower, you realized that you had run out of tampons and pads. Not feeling up to leaving the house today, you entered Jimin's and Hoseok's bedroom, throwing both empty packages onto Hoseok's bed.

“Can one of you go to the store and get me new ones, please?”

Both of them picked up one of the empty products, before throwing them back and saying each others names, to say the other one should go and get them.

“No, listen, I have this thing..-”

“Yeah, but I have a date.”

“What?” you raised your eyebrows at Hoseok, “With who?”

“Uh.. well.. her name is.. uh.. AaaaEmily?”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest, “You're lying to me. Come on, I just want some pads. Please,” they hated this. They hated when you pulled the pouting card, because neither of them could resist when you looked at them with big eyes begging them to do something for you.

“Ugh, fine. But we'll go together,” Hoseok took a picture of both of the things, so he knew what to buy.

“No, wait, don't bring these. I need the other ones for the show tomorrow. The bigger ones.”

“The bigger ones? Could you be any more specific?”

“Ah, it's alright, you'll find it when you see it,” you grinned and kissed both of their cheeks, “So far, you two are the best brothers, so yay!”

Best brothers or not, they regretted their decision to have said yes when they were standing in the store half an hour later, what felt like a million products for women on their period in front of them and not having a single clue on what to buy.

In the meantime, you had walked into the bedroom of the last of your brothers, finding Jeongguk putting on his running shoes.

“Are you going out?”

“Just for a run.. want to come with me?”

“HA! No,” you shook your head, “I need chocolate.”

“Chocolate? We have some here.. I bought you some last week, remember?”

“I ate that.”

“All of it?”

“Don't judge me,” you crossed your arms in front of your chest and frowned, “I need new chocolate. Like.. right now.”

“But the store isn't on the route I wanted to take.”

“Well, fine then,” you threw your arms up, “Don't bring me chocolate. God, I have to do everything myself in this house.”

When he walked out, he only heard you slam your bedroom door closed, finding Taehyung, Jin and Namjoon all staring after you.

“Can somebody explain to me what's up with her today?”

“She's on her period again,” Taehyung whispered, afraid you might hear him talk about you.

All of them let out quiet ‘Oh's’, it all suddenly making sense.

“Best stay clear of her today.. and tomorrow.. and the day after that.”

“We should all start making notes when her period starts, so that we can be prepared next time,” Namjoon suggested and all of the others actually agreed, since it really was a good idea for not pissing you off for once.

They'd shower you with chocolate, pads, massages and all that nice stuff next time.

Just so you couldn't complain..

..but probably would anyways, let's be real. Periods had that effect of just wanting to complain about anything and everything.

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even-strangerthings · 6 years

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Safe Haven. Billy Hargrove. Chapter 2.

(gif is NOT mine. Credit to the owner.)

Warning: Cursing, that’s all ??? (I don’t know. I’m not good at this. If there is a warning let me know so I can put it in here.)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x OFC character, Dominique Villegas.

Word count: 3,712

A/n: Thank you to anyone who read the first chapter last week. I’m glad that people liked it!! I’ll be posting a new chapter every Friday morning. Thank you in advance for reading the new chapter 😊

CHAPTER 1

“Morning dad.”

Dominique greets her dad who is sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper, a stack of pancakes in front of him. He looks up from the newspaper and smiles.

“Morning honey.”

“How was work?”

She asks, sitting at the table with him, taking a few pancakes from the plate in front of her.

“Good. Glad I have tonight off I’m exhausted. Never asked you, how was that party you went to on Saturday?”

“Umm, it was fun. Typical teenage party.”

She lied, knowing that he would flip out if she told him about Skylar leaving her alone, the creep in the street, and Billy.

“Are you starting to get used to it here?”

He asks, putting the newspaper down and turning his full attention to her. Dominique shrugs her shoulders, slowly chewing the remainder of her food to stall answering the question.

“I mean, I guess? As used to it as I’m going to get. I miss my friends and everything but I know I get to go back for college so.”

“You haven’t thought about going to college out here? You know, staying close to home?”

This is the millionth time they’ve had this conversation this month, and it was getting old fast. Dominique sighs, trying to pick her words out carefully.

“This isn’t home, dad. Home is 2,000 miles away, home is where I grew up for 17 years of my life. This is just a safe haven until I graduate.”

Her dad sighs and rubs his temple, just as tired of hearing how set she was on getting the hell out of Hawkins and as far away from the town as possible.

“I can’t help you if you’re 2,000 miles away from me. But you’re right. I’m going to shower. I’ll be out before you go to school.”

He says, getting up from the table and walking out of the room and into his. Before they moved it was always Dominique’s plan to go to The University of Nevada and her dad had no problem with it because she was still in the same state as him. But now that they moved he didn’t like the idea of her being so far away from him. It was really because he didn’t want to lose the only other person he loved more than anything, and she understood that, and she felt bad because they were all that each other had basically, but Hawkins wasn’t her home… It never would be.

Dominique checks herself out in the mirror as she brushes her teeth, tousling her curls to make them look a little messy. She does one last look over her makeup and outfit and grabs her bag from the floor and walks out of her room, her dad sleeping on the couch. She tries her best to stay quiet while walking over to the coat rack but she ends up kicking something on the floor and his eyes open, looking over at her.

“Sorry. I’m headed out. I’ll see you after school.”

Dominique says, looking at the open spot on the coat rack that she always hung her black jacket on.

“Dad, have you seen my jacket? Was it in the car?”

“No, I had cleaned it out yesterday before I left for work. Did you maybe leave it at school on Friday?”

She thought about it, she definitely had it the night of the party, at the diner, then it hits her. She knew exactly where it was, and honestly he could keep it because she didn’t want to ask Billy for anything.

“Oh, yeah uh, it’s in my locker at school. I’ll see you later. Love you.”

She says, leaning down to give her dad a kiss before walking out the door. She runs to the car parked on the street to avoid getting wet from the slight drizzle outside. She unlocks the car and tosses her bag in the backseat, sliding into the driver’s seat and starting the car cranking the heat all the way up. Cold weather was something that rarely happened in Nevada even during winter it only got to 50.

The drive to school was nothing out of the ordinary, Dominique singing at the top of her lungs to the songs that were on the radio. As she pulled into the school parking lot she drove straight into her usual parking spot. There was still at least 15 minutes until she had home room, so she stayed in the car for a while looking over some notes for chemistry, knowing they would be having a quiz sometime this week. Once the first bell rang she got out of her car and started walking to the building, the rain finally stopping. Just as she walked inside she could faintly hear someone yelling out her name. She turned around looking around for them and then she notices it’s Skylar. She glares at her until she gets closer.

“I’m going to fucking beat the shit out of you.”

Dominique threatens, not giving Skylar a chance to say anything.

“I’m sorry! We all thought you were in the car already and then when Jason got to my house to drop us off we noticed you weren’t there.”

“You didn’t notice until after he dropped you off, or until after you two had sex? You didn’t even call yesterday to see if I made it home.”

She angrily says, walking away from Skylar and toward her class.

“Okay, I’m an ass hole… but Jason is just so cute and you know I like him.”

Dominique rolls her eyes and continues walking down the hall not making eye contact.

“Well since you asked, I had to walk home, but then some perv harassed me on the street and almost kidnapped me. But someone ended up pulling over and helping me out.”

“Shit, Dom, I am so sorry. I really, really am.”

Dominique shrugs her shoulders, completely over the conversation, and part of her knowing that Skylar was only apologizing because she felt like she had to.

“We’ll talk later. I got class.”

Finally it was the end of the day, Dominique couldn’t wait to go home and take a nap. As she walks toward her car, she notices Billy leaning against the hood of her car, cigarette hanging from his mouth. He spots her from across the parking lot, throwing the cigarette to the ground and stepping on it to put it out. Dominique sighs and takes the keys out from her bag, ignoring Billy as she passes in front of him.

“Hello to you too, sweetheart.”

He says sarcastically. Dominique opens the driver side door and places her stuff in the backseat, turning to look at Billy, glaring at him.

“What do you want?”

She questions, beyond irritated with his presence. Billy tosses her jacket toward her, Dominique catching it in her hands.

“You left this in my car on Saturday. Figured you might want it back.”

“Thanks. If you could get your ass off my car so I can go home that would be great thanks.”

She scowls, leaning in to get in her car.

“Wait, I have a question.”

She dramatically sighs, raising her eyebrow at him. Billy walks to her side of the car, standing in front of the open door, his forearms resting against the frame of the window.

“Do you think you could help me study for the chemistry test?”

His question catches her off guard. Billy was rarely in class, and he never carried around any books or anything. So for him to be asking her about anything academic was strange.

“Since when do you care about tests? You don’t show up for class half the time.”

Dominique states. Billy shrugs his shoulders.

“I need to get a good grade okay? And you’re kinda the smartest girl I know… So I was just wondering if you would help me.”

She sighs, contemplating on whether or not it was worth having to spend her free time tutoring Billy. After staring at him for a few minutes, she caves. She leans into her car to get a pen and her notebook.

“Alright. Write down your address and I’ll be over tonight by 7:30.”

“Actually can we do it at your house? My house is… uh, loud. And I already know where you live.”

He suggests. She nods her head in agreement.

“Okay. 7:30. I’ll see you later I guess.”

She mumbles. Billy smirks and walks away from her, getting into his blue Camaro and turning the stereo all the way up. She gets in her car and turns the heat up, not yet pulling out of the parking spot until the car warms up. She looks up as she notices someone get into Billy’s car. A redhaired girl with a skateboard slides into the passenger side and slams the door shut. Dominique didn’t know her name, but she knew it was Billy’s sister. She had seen the girl get out of the car in the morning before school and she had seen them around town a few times together. And each time she saw her around Billy she always had a scowl on her face. Dominique couldn’t blame her, Billy is less than easy to get along with and she couldn’t imagine what it was like to have to live with him being a dick all the time.

“Finally getting around to cleaning your room?”

Dominique’s dad laughs, startling her at first. She turns toward the door and tosses some laundry in the hamper.

“Yeah, I’m helping a frie- person from school put because we have a test coming up this week.”

It’s not until Dominique looks at her dad that she realizes that he was dressed in his work uniform but she had no idea why.

“I thought you had today off?”

“I did. One of the guys got hurt pretty bad and they asked if I could cover him tonight and tomorrow night.”

He sighs. Her dad works at a factory in town making and installing countertops for kitchens. It wasn’t an exciting job, but it got the bills paid and it was pretty good paying.

“So you’re going to work all week without a day off? You’re going to be exhausted.”

“Hey, over time means extra money. I’m going to head out. I’ll see you tomorrow, have fun studying.”

He comes into her room, giving her a hug and a kiss on her forehead.

“Love you.”

She says, hearing the front door lock behind him.

8:30 rolls around and Billy still hadn’t made it to her house and she was falling asleep on the couch waiting for him. She didn’t get the nap she wanted when she got home since she had to clean up the house a little bit. She gets off the couch and goes into the bathroom, taking her hair out of its usual ponytail she wears around the house, letting it fall down her back. The doorbell rings continuity, Dominique automatically knowing who it was. She sighs and walks out to the front of the house to answer the door. She opens it and glares at Billy. He has a shit eating grin on his face and laughs.

“I heard it the first 20 times. You didn’t need to do it another 20 times.”

She says, opening the door more and letting him in the house. He steps in and right away takes a seat on the couch.

“Cute outfit.”

He says, the same stupid smile still on his face. She had a oversized white sweatshirt on, the shoulders stretched out and hanging off her shoulder, and a pair of sweatpants on. She rolls her eyes and sits on the floor in front of the coffee table, opening her notebook and her chemistry book. She looks up at him and sees him looking back at her.

“Where’s your chemistry book?”

“I couldn’t tell you.”

He says, taking his jacket off and placing it on the back of the couch.

“You didn’t really want me to tutor you, did you?”

Billy sighs and takes a paper out of his jacket pocket, handing it to Dominique.

“What, you’re too good to speak?”

“Read the paper, Villegas.”

Dominique unfolds the paper, revealing the last chemistry test they had taken in class. Right at the top of the paper was “50/60” written in red pen. She looks up at him in fake awe.

“Wow, you did really well. Who did you copy off of?”

“No dickhead, I did that on my own. Believe it or not I actually have a brain up here.”

He responds. Dominique flips through the test, seeing that all the work he did was actually right.

“Dude, you’re smart. Why don’t you participate in class and actually show up?”

Billy takes the paper from her and looks at it, shrugging his shoulders and folding it back up.

“I dunno. I have a reputation around school and it’s not being a brainy smart guy. I’ve always been pretty smart I guess. I just don’t apply myself.”

“Why? Do you like people thinking you’re just another dumb, aggressive, confrontational, womanizer type guy? Because that’s what everyone thinks of you at school.”

Dominique replies. Billy rolls his eyes at her, his eyes looking down at the coffee table, not making eye contact.

“What are you, a shrink?”

“No. I just want to know why you’re letting your potential go to waste.”

He rolls his head back on the headrest of the couch, over the conversation.

“I don’t know, doc. Why don’t you tell me.” Dominique sighs and shuts her text book, annoyed that she actually gave him the time of day.

“Billy, why are you wasting both of our times? I’m sure the ‘new king of Hawkins’ has better things to do then to hang out with me.”

He picks his head up, finally looking at Dominique.

“Maybe I wanted to apologize for Saturday night. For assuming you were going to have sex with me.”

She looks at him surprised. Not expecting him to ever apologize for anything.

“Really? Hmm, I didn’t take you for the type to actually know when you’re wrong. I accept your apology, but you set up this fake study date just to apologize to me?”

“Maybe I also wanted to take you on a real date?”

Her eyes grow wide, taken off guard at his statement.

“Are you being serious? Why?”

“Why what? Why do I want to take you on a real date?”

She nods her head, interested to hear what he has to say.

“You seem cool, and I don’t know... I know you think I’m a dick and I want to prove to you that I’m not a dick... all the time.”

“And you’re being serious? You aren’t doing this on a dare, nobody is paying you to try and sleep with me?”

She asks not being able to fully trust him.

“No. I’m being serious. Do you want to go on a date with me?”

Dominique can’t help but let out a laugh. Not to be a bitch, but just because it was the most random thing. The guy that all the girls at school wanted was interested in her.

“Alright. I’ll give you a chance. But, I’m not going to play games with you. Don’t waste my time.”

He puts his hands up in surrender and nods his head.

“I brought a movie to watch if you want.”

He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a VHS. Poltergeist, written on the tape.

“You know Halloween is over right?”

“Oh are you scared? It’s alright I’ll hold you if you get scared.”

He smirks, draping his arms across the back of the couch. Dominique laughs and grabs the tape off the table and putting it in the VCR.

“Do you want something to eat or drink? I can get you a beer, my dad won’t notice if a few are gone.”

“Sure, sweetheart.”

She turns toward the kitchen, butterflies in her stomach and the biggest smile painted across her face. Just the other day Dominique couldn’t stand the sight of Billy Hargrove, and here he was in her house on a date. He actually made her get all giddy with just a stupid pet name.

“Hey, wake up.”

Billy whispers, lightly shaking Dominique’s shoulder. She stretches her back and looks up at Billy. Her head resting against his thigh and a blanket covering her body.

“We fell asleep, the movie is over.”

He says rubbing his eyes and yawning. She sits up and looks at the time on the VCR, the green numbers saying 1:37am. She shuts the tv off and stands up, wrapping the blanket around her shoulders.

“Do you want to stay the night? It’s late and I don’t think you should drive if you’re tired.”

Dominique says, making up an excuse for him to stay the night with her. She was scared sometimes to stay by herself when her dad was at work, she kept a baseball bat by her bed in case anything were to ever happen but in a scary situation she knew she wouldn’t be able to actually defend herself against any type of real danger. A small smirk forms on Billy’s face, licking his lips to hide it. He gets up off the couch and follows Dominique toward the back of the house where her room is. She turns the light on in her room and lets Billy in, shutting the door and locking it just in case her dad came home early.

“Don’t get any ideas, this is how I sleep.”

Dominique says, lifting her sweatshirt over her head, leaving a crop top and the sweatpants on. Billy looks her body over and raises his eyebrows.

“So I can get comfortable?”

“You’re not getting naked if that’s what you’re trying to ask, Hargrove.”

She says crawling into bed and underneath the sheets. She watches Billy unbutton the few buttons on his shirt that were actually done and toss it on the floor. He unbuckles his belt, throwing it to the ground as well. Dominique holds back a nervous giggle as Billy pulls his jeans down his legs, stepping out of them and rolling into bed next to her. He puts one of his arms behind his head and stares up at the ceiling.

“Are you going to stay all the way over there, or are you going to come over here next to me?”

He bluntly asks. Dominique scoots herself closer to him, curling up next to him and resting her head on his chest. He smelled of slight cigarette smoke and strong cologne, but the smell was nice, the cologne complementing the cigarette smoke. She knew when they woke up into the morning her sheets would smell like him, and she actually didn’t mind. She smiles to herself, feeling warm and safe with Billy next to her.

“Got you in bed the first date.”

Billy laughs. Dominique smacks his shoulder, trying not to let the laugh she was trying to contain out.

“Keep it up and I’ll kick your ass out of my bed and onto the floor. Anyways, you never told me your story. Why did you move out here?”

Dominique asks. Billy sighs, his chest rising and his heartbeat going a little faster than it was. His other hand reaches over and takes hers, playing with her hand.

“My father married this lady, Susan, that used to work at the bank in the town I lived in back in California. They started dating and got married, few months later we moved out here… and the rest is history.”

“That’s it? They just decided that you guys were going to pack up and move here?”

Billy sighs again, clearing his throat.

“Some… stuff happened and my father had to find a job out here. I don’t know it’s a long story that I don’t feel like getting into right now.”

“Oh, okay. So the red headed girl that I see getting into your car at school is your sister?”

She asks trying to change the subject.

“Step sister. Her name is Max. She’s kind of a bitch.”

“Billy! I’m sure she’s not that bad. I’ll just leave the questions about your family alone. Can I ask you something else?”

He laughs and holds her hand, resting it on his stomach.

“I already know you’re going to ask regardless if I say yes or no.”

“What made you want to ask me out? Like out of all the girls at the school who throw themselves at you, why me? Someone who never gave you a second glance in the hallway.”

The room is silent for a few minutes before Billy answers.

“I’ve seen you around school since I started. I thought you were a total geek since I saw you hanging out with Wheeler. And I would see you in class sometimes and you were always in your book and getting good grades and shit, I thought you were annoying, not going to lie. But then when I saw you outside of school, you know, the party, and I saw a different side of you. You’re different than the other girls I’ve been with in California and here. Maybe I need a change.”

His fingertips lightly run up and down Dominique’s shoulder, goosebumps spreading across her body. Her eyelids start to get heavier each time she blinks, Billy’s touch making it even harder to stay awake.

After a few minutes Billy notices that Dominique’s breathing had slowed to a rhythm and that she was knocked out. He smiles down at her and starts to play with the ends of her hair in her ponytail. While they were watching the movie earlier in the night Billy got to see Dominique in a different light than he saw her at school. She was caring, and actually paid attention when Billy was talking as opposed to the other girls he had gone on “dates” with at school who just wanted to fuck him. He knew that there was something special about Dominique, and he would be able to open up to her sometime down the road.

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seengularity · 7 years

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Autumn Leaves

Pairing: Sam x reader

Gender: not specified

Warnings: FLUFF; implied smut

Word Count: 2.0k

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The three of you finally had a break off of hunting. Nothing strange came up in the papers nationwide and for once, the world seemed quiet. That normally strikes you guys as suspicious, but you, Sam and Dean were taking advantage of that.

The bunker was slightly cold. The heater within worked but it wasn't strong enough to keep it warm. You were wearing your soft pajamas which consisted of a long sleeve shirt, fuzzy pajama pants, and fuzzy socks. Sam and Dean copied your attire, as they were cold as well.

"Can it get any colder in here!?" Dean yelled from the hallway. You were sitting in the library reading Pride and Prejudice, a book you have read for the 20th time now. Dean walked into the library and stopped in his tracks, glaring at you as you read the book.

"What are you staring at?" You asked Dean, but never looked away from your book.

"That's why you're a hopeless romantic. That imaginary stuff gets to your head and gives you nothing but fantasies that no guy is going to be able to ever fulfill," he walked out of the library and into the kitchen. You heard him get the coffee that you made, and you just rolled your eyes.

Dean was always hassling you about reading Pride and Prejudice. You couldn't help but love the relationship Darcy and Elizabeth have.

"Ignore him," Sam said approaching you and taking a chair beside you. "He doesn't read anything other than lore books and the newspaper, so he lacks imagination. I read that book twice and like it myself."

You smiled at Sam, happy to know you both shared an interest in the same thing, other than just hunting. Dean walked back into the library with his coffee and sat across from you and Sam, reading a newspaper that didn't look very interesting by reading the headline. Sam took out his laptop and began typing and searching things, and that's how the three of you were for half an hour.

You were getting to, yet again, a good part in the book when you began to hear slight pitter patter from outside. The sound was very distant and light, and you thought maybe it was just the old bunker. You began to divert your attention to whatever it was that was making that noise and the closer you got to the large iron door, the louder and faster the sound became.

You opened the heavy door and were met with rain fall and orange leaves flying around in the cold air.

"Guys! It's raining!" You excitedly shouted to Sam and Dean.

They both gave you no response and you were confused as to why they weren't as excited as you. But then it dawned on you that they are from Kansas and you were from California. It hardly rained in California and was always dry and hot there. They're used to the rain, you're not.

You closed the door and locked it, rubbing your hands together from the cold breeze that hit you when you opened the door. You walked back into the library and seen Sam and Dean completely ignoring you.

"Whatever guys," you said and began walking out of the library.

"Did you say something?" Sam asked, but you ignored him and walked to your room.

You went and grabbed your largest and softest, not to mention the most warm, blanket in your room and wrapped it around your body. You walked out of your room and into the kitchen, quickly making yourself some instant hot chocolate and grabbed a napkin for any sudden messes. The heat radiated from your glass mug and you wrapped your cold fingers around it to keep them warm.

You walked back up the stairs and to the door, placing down your blanket and your mug, and reopened the door, allowing the cold breeze to fly into the bunker.

"Close that thing, will ya?" Dean shouted. He sounded mad but you didn't care. It's not like you see rain fall in autumn everyday.

You got your blanket and wrapped it around yourself and grabbed your hot chocolate and sat down on the floor in front of the opened door. You always loved and appreciated the cold. The icy cold air hit your face and you breathed it in, smelling fresh but also smelling like rain.

"Hey! Close the door! It's freezing in here!" Dean shouted from downstairs. You ignored him and you heard him walking up the stairs angrily.

"Are you insane? It's like 20 degrees outside and you're letting the coldness come in. It's bad enough our heater is barely working," he said wrapping his arms around his body.

"I don't care, Dean. I hardly get to see the rain, let me enjoy it this one time," you told him. Dean rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed, but you knew he was going to give in. He walked away and back down the stairs and you smiled to yourself.

You stared at the rain, thinking how weird it was that there were times when the rain would come down harder and then softer. You wondered, is the rain cloud heavy when it rains harder? Is the rain cloud more grey when it holds more rain?

This was something you could've easily looked up, but not knowing made your time seem more peaceful.

You heard someone coming up the steps but didn't bother looking to see who it was.

"Need one?" Sam asked you. You looked to him confused with his question, but he had two throw pillows in his hand.

Your butt was hurting from the concrete floor, and you didn't realize it until Sam offered you the pillow to sit on. You smiled and nodded, taking the pillow from his hand and placing it underneath you.

"Mind if we share?" He asked, slightly tugging on your blanket.

You smiled and happily shared your blanket with him, and you both snuggled close to each other under the blanket. Sam reached his arm behind you, pulling your body close to his. He was shivering and you could feel the coldness of his large hand seeping into your shirt.

"You feel so warm," Sam said smiling at you.

"Even though your hands are cold, your body feels pretty warm to me. Want some hot chocolate? It might make you warmer." You offered the mug to him and he held it with his free hand and downed it in one go.

"That was really good," he said laughing.

He had a chocolate milk mustache and you laughed at him because he was clearly oblivious to the way he looked.

"Why are you laughing?" He asked, looking lost.

"You have a little something right here," you said, pointing to your own mouth.

"Where?" He asked, wiping his face but completely missing where the mess actually was.

"Here," you said and wiped the chocolate with the napkin that you got earlier. You cleaned his mouth and you were both smiling.

You hadn't noticed, but your faces were quite close to one another, making the situation feel rather intimate. Sam's smile died down and he had a face of adornment, and you quickly pulled away and placed the napkin to the side.

You didn't see, but Sam's face dropped, sadness washing over him. He thought maybe he was the only one that felt his heart beating quicker as you cleaned his face or when he wrapped his arm around you. He thought maybe he was the only one that felt something between the two of you as you would work on cases together when Dean would leave you two alone. Little did he know, that you did feel all those things that he felt. You knew deep down inside that if you made your relationship with Sam even remotely romantic, your friendship would go down the drain.

Sam turned towards the door, his gaze fixing onto a leaf that was hanging onto a branch by its limb, mentally rooting for the leaf to hang on. When it fell, he heard you sigh, and he was confused about what that meant.

You, on the other hand, wanted Sam to make a move. You wanted him to so badly. You were scared to make the first move because if it all went down hill, Sam would blame you for ruining everything. Not to mention, you would blame yourself for ruining everything. Whereas, if it were Sam, you didn't have to blame yourself. It was a very selfish thing to think, but it's what kept you from making a move.

You sighed, wishing you had the guts to just tell him how you feel.

"Sam, I think I love you." It was all you had to say, yet, those six words seemed so hard to muster up.

The rain was now slowly falling, looking more like mist than rain. It hit the red-orange leaves softly and they dripped with rain. It felt no longer windy, as the cold air was hardly hitting your face. You decided it was time to close the door and go do something else to keep you entertained.

You grabbed your mug and began shifting off of the pillow that was beneath you when you were suddenly stopped and was grabbed by Sam, who brought you closer to him and smashed his lips against yours.

You couldn't breathe and the kiss was sloppy and unromantic, and you couldn't help but push Sam away for some air.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry," Sam said, sliding far away from you. He slipped out from under the blanket and kept his distance. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. I should've asked you. I wanted to do that so badly. I don't know-"

You brought your hand up to stop Sam from talking and he shut up real quick. "It's okay, Sam. I just couldn't breathe. But if we're going to kiss, let's at least make it a good kiss."

He eyes were wide and held confusion. He realized he was wrong. You did feel all those things that he felt towards you. He seen you sliding closer to him, very slowly, and his heart began to race because he knew he was going to kiss you. He desired to have your lips on his, even though they were cold.

You reached your hand up to his face, his face feeling warm as you caressed his cheek. You were completely nervous and your heart was drumming against your ribs. You moved close to him until your bodies were touching and you reached your other hand to the other side of his face. His long hair fell down, so you move his hair and pushed it back.

Sam made his move and grabbed your legs and placed them over his, so your bodies could no longer become any closer than they were. Love filled his eyes, as did yours, and the both of you closed the distance that was between your lips.

His lips were cold and soft and they fit so perfectly with yours. Your heart continued to race and your stomach formed butterflies as Sam placed his hands around your waist. The kiss continued and the both of you kept it a clean kiss, no tongue.

The kiss began to die down and as you began to pull away, Sam nipped on your lip and gently tugged on it. It was such a turn on and you couldn't help but feel and look flustered. Sam smirked and lightly laughed.

"Should we continue this in my room?" He asked you.

You smiled and nodded your head. "We should."

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